WEEK 3

[bathymetric]

Well, the tail end of Week 2 could have gone better. That's the first thing to note.

The second thing is... hang on, should it be Week 3 yet? You've all gone to sleep (or... not, in the case of anyone who doesn't), but when you wake up (and you do all wake up), the calendar and clock on your device informs you that it's Sunday. In-character, all characters explicitly have absolutely no memory of Saturday.

Your sense of time isn't the only thing that's changed - a new branch of the facility has opened and become active overnight, giving you new resources and places to investigate, should you so choose. There's also a new channel on the television, though whether it's an improvement over the last one is questionable.

Otherwise, though, things have mostly settled into normalcy again, or at close to normal as you can find in this place. How long that peace will last, though... that's becoming increasingly uncertain, moving forward.



SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

[ ooc: Welcome to Week 3! Turn in last week's AC over here, and regains remain over this way! And for the sake of consistency, Angel's office hours remain over yonder! ]

Comments

[bogwife]

I like to think she was. She got her revenge and she got her freedom. There's, [She sighs, leaning her hand on her cheek.] There's a little more to the original legend but to me it's much less interesting.

Flemeth spent a century plotting, seducing and stealing away Chasind men to sire her daughters. They were the "Witches of the Wilds", beautiful but also very powerful and deadly. They led an entire army of the Chasind against other pre-Fereldan tribes and were ultimately defeated by a man named Cormac. The witches were burned, all was well, blah blah.

But that wasn't the end of Flemeth or her future daughters.

[bolderfell]

[Witches, huh? Therion rests his chin in his hand.]

I have a guess where this is going. To a bog, maybe?

[bogwife]

Surprisingly, no. [She grins, wrinkling her nose at him again.] Although I can't say she wasn't an inspiration when I was setting up shop. As much as people fear the very concept of magic, they also love the allure of strange women selling them things in spooky places.

Besides, if I was a daughter of the original Witch of the Wilds I somehow doubt I would've been raised by dwarves. [Trivia: Zerinda has seven parents. They are all dwarves.]

[bolderfell]

Ah. Got ahead of myself, then.

[Mr. Leaps-Before-He-Looks, that's him.]

So what did happen to Flemeth? Sounds like even if those first witches were killed, she survived to birth more.

[bogwife]

It's an understandable assumption. "Witch of the Wilds", "Bog Witch". [She laughs a little.] Maybe I am one of her daughters though. Maybe Flemeth looked at me one day when I was a child and went "hm, no. This one is going to grow up to be weird and not at all sinister, I can tell" and just left me in a cave.

There's no clear cut stories about what happened to her after that battle but she does show up in many other tales. "Dane and the Werewolf", the Dalish elves have dozens of them involving her, there's a few about her assisting Calenhad Theirin in uniting Ferelden into one country. A much more recent one is actually about the current king's father, that she had a hand in helping him retake the throne from Orlais abooout... [Math, her foul enemy.] Forty-ish years ago? I've also heard some about the Hero of Ferelden and a Witch of the Wilds but most of them sound like nug shit to me.

It's funny though, in most of the Ferelden legends she's cryptic but ultimately helpful in the end. In any other culture she's much more capricious. She may help you, just not in the way you expect.

[bolderfell]

That's what all the best witches do, isn't it? They speak the truth, but to their own ends. Or to teach a lesson about trusting in strangers. [He catches himself.] But you'd probably know more about the best witches than I do.

[bogwife]

And sometimes they sell you a "love potion" made of wine with a little bit of vinegar and make you have tea with them to help you through your crippling inability to talk to women. [She downs the rest of her wine and pours herself a bit more.]

But now I'd love to hear about what other witches you've met.

[bolderfell]

Hah. Well, I haven't met her, but I've heard stories of Susanna the Seer. Supposedly, she lives up in Stillsnow. One of my traveling companions is planning to ask her help with a monster problem she's having.