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Morwen- Ganondorf because he's a heavy hitter that is strong but also easy to punish if you mess up. Fitting for a character that acted before thinking. Sadoraeth- Isabelle because aesthetics

When will Hick keel over and die?

Always a Callaghan Morwen WAS a Callaghan, despite their attempts to strip the name from her. She’d always said family was chosen, not blood. Even if they stripped the name from her, she’d chosen them as her family, even during the worst fights. That was why it hurt so much when she’d found herself surrounded by family and strangers she’d not known. Lured on the promise of a Krugmas gift of all things. The clarity that rang in that moment, stung. One path before her was left. Death and whether it had been intentional or not, it was her family that had led to her capture. Sitting in the dingy cell of Tir Glass, she tried to hold the emotional wave inside her at bay. She’d always believed in her family and held hope they’d see things through her own view. She’d placed her trust in them and they’d let her down this final time. There would be no chance of convincing them to walk away. No moment of “Oh Morwen we see you. We understand.” There would be no place of sanctuary for her family that she’d seen. No reprieve from the continual call of duty at the cost of morality. They’d succumbed to the concept that loyalty came before family. And what of her mother? Unable to see her daughter, to tell her one last time “It’s okay, you did what you believed in.” Morwen was AFRAID. Not of death. She’d never been afraid of the concept, always the reckless member of her family. No, Morwen was afraid for her family. Afraid they’d continue to serve the thing she knew in her heart was wrong and unjust. She had countless hours to wait in her cell before the sentencing to think and ponder. She’d picked up the unhealthy habit of ruminating on the past, it’s why she’d turned to the drugs and alcohol in the first place. The loneliness and pain. She’d ran from her family, from Idunia and its duties to build something. To build a better life for her family. She’d seen from an early age her people’s complacency and lack of action when faced with the opportunity to be the better person, to stand for something just. In that running, she’d lost her family and herself. It was only the people of the Twin Rivers region on Kalldur that had kept her sane. They became her rock, and her purpose. They spoke of building a place of acceptance for individuals like her brother, and a place of progress and prosperity. A home. This became Cerulia, a place she was proud to be a citizen of. But the distance from her family hurt her. She tried to visit, but every time it pained her. She could only stomach the family gatherings through a diet of strong proof liquor. Didn’t they know why she did what she did? Did they truly think she was abandoning them? No! She was trying to save them! To save them from themselves, from their loyalty. Paranoia grew, she’d seen Haelun’or fall, then Iryalen. It was only a matter of time before her home fell, her sanctuary where she was allowed to be herself. She knew she would be forced to march to war and defend the place she held dear, so she did the one thing she could do. She wrote to her mother and sought her counsel. WAR WAS DECLARED and with it Morwen Callaghan’s hand had been forced. She knew her brothers would be fighting on the battlefield, she’d have to avoid them at any cost. They came for her, as the trial neared. Her brother was coping with recountings of her youth. She really had been a rascal of a child. Dueling a peer with a barstool. Starting a child fight club. Demanding the release of a cursed child in Drusco before she was ten of age. No, Morwen was not afraid to die. She was proud of her life lived. The trial commenced as those present paid little heed to her reasonings. This was normal. She’d expected this- but God did she want a smoke! It was seeming less and less likely she’d get to. She was practically itching for the touch of tobacco upon her lips after days in a cell. Her sister pleaded her case as the punishment of execution was called. They still after all this time believed in their system? Surely it was plain to see? Morwen had known this was the only verdict possible. “My sister may have fallen down the wrong path in life-. . .” the words came from her twin’s mouth. Morwen had never chosen the wrong path! How could she, when there had only ever been one clear path? The bargaining hurt, it was inevitable. They began bickering over who would be the one to execute her as she was given last words to say to those present. Would any words truly suffice? Her thoughts drifted to those she loved as the words came out “. . .-Last words, Ay am naet afraid. Ay am naet afraid of death, never have been. Some, well most have called me foolish n' reckless fer it. But there's very little Ay fear but the fate of me family, for they are truly lost now. Ay'm afraid for our people. What stories will they tell centuries from now of this time? Will they be remembered as oath breakers? Will they be remembered for the genocide on their hands? Ay once held a dream of a place. A good place, pure in intention n' it's simplicity. Ay never thought Ay'd see it with me eyes, but it lives. It has been Me home n' Ay am glad to die representing the best of its truths. A truth tha' will live when Ay am dead.” Her mind wandered as they stalled, momentarily drifting to her friends she’d failed to reconnect with. Those she’d played with as a kid. She mourned the idea of her two friends Sylvia and Andromeda who she’d failed to apologize to. But most of all she mourned what could have been. She’d enjoyed the last several meetings with Julia and now she’d never receive that Krugmas gift. . .a shame. “Ay am naet yer enemy. Ay only wished we were better, so that Ay might have stayed n' fought fer a cause Ay believe.” Her words fell on deaf ears. She really wanted that cigar. . . Her body dropped in an instant as the spectral lion claw of Prince Llewyn struck her neck. Morwen Callaghan was dead, but she had truly lived. To My Family To Sylvia and Andromeda To the Children’s Fighting Club To Julia

Morwen read over the missive, her eye's going wide as they passed midway down the page. ". . .-they can't be serious. Aye, me people have broken their oaths and sinned, But tha' don't mean ye got to become em! Kill em because they are a scourge upon the world, but naet settle on killin' em just cause they human. Shucks! Ay am a human, and Ay fightin' against the Empire. The world is full of idiots. Ay wonder wha' daft ideas they teachin' in schools." She patted the water cooler, a wonderful ranting companion, before straightening up and heading out of the guardhouse. Soon both sides of this conflict would be knee deep in their crimes, with countless dead.

Morwen strained her brain to decipher the words on the missive before a slight bit of the worry melted from her face. She glanced back up to the empty guard break room speaking to the water cooler as if it were a person. “ ‘Bout time Mika got to work on this. Last thing we needed was to sit around idly n’ have our city burned for havin ’ darkspawn. They forgot to add those other two Ay mentioned. . . N’ Ay know they been visitin’ the city. Shucks if this order don’t give me permission to do it meself?”

Absolutely agree with you, loosing will always lead to more interesting story. Failure builds deep character growth in ways that chasing every win can’t. Also playing a “foil” to traditional server persona roles is very rewarding. DND taught me the more interesting choice will 9/10 be the one that’s not “safe.”

Morwen Callaghan stared at the missive in hand, reading the words out slowly as her semi illiterate-self could. "Just look at them two signatures. Ay think Hadrian n' Argelion should just get married at this point. . .save us all bunch of war. But now this is messy, love triangle with Galahad n' the mix." With that she went home to dig through her stash of booze. For what else was there to do when the world was filled with so little hope?

Morwen Callaghan’s eyes slowly traveled the page as she silently mouthed out the words. She started from the top once more, reading them multiple times over. Were her own people waking up to their dark deeds and role played in propping up a tyrant? “Never thought Ay’d hear a confession from one of their knights. ‘Bout damn time our people acknowledged the sickness that is mankind. Our needless pursuit to erase anythin’ different than us, but a scourge on this land. 'Let the deeds I act out now be better than those who came before me'- ya that be a bunch horse shite. They know n’ their hearts they fallen.”

Begging the Lore Team to let us have cool things! This is awesome asf, and fills a current gap for those that don't want to be a templar or a mage. I understand as those with more lore knowledge than me have stated, there's some issues with it currently but hoping we can see it in some form or another.