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[songofvalor]

Hello, network. I am Leliana, for all the new people here and those that do not remember.

One of my favorite preoccupations is storytelling. That is, listening to stories and telling them. I've been wondering...

A lot of us come from different places, yes? Different places mean different cultures, and to get to my point, different stories. I don't know if there is a collection of some sort, or if this has been asked before, but I want to listen to fables, myths or legends of all sorts from your homelands, if you will indulge me. That way, I can spread these marvelous stories in my travels if/when I get back to Thedas.

If you're more of the listening sort, I will be more than happy to relay stories from where I came from.

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[songofvalor]

Ever since my mother told me this story, it haunted my dreams as a child. This is the Chasind tale of Flemeth, Witch of the Wilds and Devourer of Men.

With hair like the starless night sky, skin like the first drop of winter snow and eyes as beautiful and perilous as the sea, Flemeth was the most beautiful woman of the land, the desire of all who saw her. Conobar, a lord from Highever, fell in love with beautiful Flemeth and asked for her hand in marriage. She said yes, and they lived in his castle during their married life.

Lord Conobar soon learned that his wife had the gift of magic. Distraught that the chantry might take his precious wife away from him -- because in Thedas, all mages are locked up in Circle towers where their powers would harm no one -- Conobar kept this a secret and allowed Flemeth to practice the arcane arts under private tutelage.

Their marriage went smoothly until one day, Flemeth fell in love with the handsome bard Osen, who visited Conobar's castle to sing and perform. They ran away together and lived happily for many a year.

But soon, Flemeth received news that Conobar was deathly ill because his wife had left him. Taking pity on her former husband, she and Osen traveled to Highever to visit him, but too late, it was a trap. Osen was killed, and in her rage, Flemeth summoned demons to storm the castle and became an abomination herself.

When Conobar was killed, Flemeth retreated into the Wilds and soon quickly went insane herself, hiding there to plot for a hundred years. They say to this day, Flemeth haunts the Wilds and takes many Chasind men to her bed, killing them when they are spent and raising many daughters -- other Witches of the Wilds -- that prowl the forest with her.

[draconic_historian]

A grim tale. How true is it?

[songofvalor]

Truly? I do not know. It could be true, or it could be a made-up story used to scare little children into staying at home at night. [ she giggles ] I have never met Flemeth, but one of my former companions claims she is one of her daughters. But... I'm not sure whether to believe her.

[draconic_historian]

She must be a strange one, to claim relation to such an alarming figure of legend.

[songofvalor]

She is. She is the meanest, cruelest person ever.

[draconic_historian]

And this person was your companion. What does that say about you, I wonder.

[songofvalor]

[ snort ]

We're not friends by any stretch of the imagination; I didn't choose to travel with her. I wanted to travel with the Grey Wardens. She happened to be accompanying them. I try to be civil with her from time to time, but she throws it back at my face.