Legends of Belariath
Morrigan Aensland
Vital Statistics:
Height- 6 feet, 3 inches
Weight- Not known
Hair Color- Emerald Green
Eye Color- Grey
Morrigan's history with The Lonely Inn is one she rarely wishes to speak about. Things with her began quite some time ago when she first ventured forth from her homeland castle and wandered into the debauchery and depravity that is prevalent in TLI. At first, she was repulsed by what she saw, her well-bred mannerisms scarcely believing that such perversions existed in the world, and so close to her home. However, she found herself inexplicably drawn to several aspects of life in TLI, among them, slavery. She was enchanted by the sight of the slave girls, of their various races, personalities, and demeanors. She soon found herself staying longer and longer periods at the Inn, and soon enough, she even rented a room for an extended period of time there. Eventually she began to see that the things that had so repulsed her before were becoming to hold a strange and unexplained fascination over her. Her visits became longer and longer, and eventually, she seemed to completely abandon her homeland.
During her stay, Morrigan herself came to possess two slaves of her own: Giselle...an enchanting Dark Elven girl who possessed the most beautful silver hair that Morrigan had ever seen. And Beatrix...a shy, sensual High Elven girl with flaming hair that caught her gaze and mesmerized her. The two girls, though slaves to Morrigan in all official aspects, grew closer than family to their Mistress. Morrigan devoted nearly all of her time to them, providing them with anything they'd desire that would keep them in good health and in good spirits, and in return, the girls themselves provided Morrigan with undying, unwavering faith and devotion.
But alas, theirs was not a bond that would last. The exact order of events that led to Morrigan's departure from the TLI are not fully known, but they were set in motion by Morrigan's kidnapping by her stepmother, Lillith....a woman of unprecedented beauty and regality, who is also known for her sheer brutality. Some have whispered that she is a demon in a human's flesh....though these are all simply rumors, of the sort that a person of extreme wickedness would tend to raise from the mouths of those who have imbibed too much alcohol.
Morrigan's kidnapping from the Inn raised an immediate response, and several people became involed. Among them, a dark-skinned man named Story, who shared a strange bond with the woman, whom he had come to respect for her sheer determination to stand up for what she believed to be right, and her seemingly inexaustible spirit. Morrigan was eventually rescued, after a long search and struggle that led those responsible in the search for her deep into the forests around the Inn. However, Morrigan's release did not come without price. Before Morrigan was released, it is said that Lillith bargained for her life in exchange for that of Story's. Details after this point become unclear, though it has been noted that Story himself disappeared for a short length of time.
Morrigan spent several days within TLI after that point, recovering from her ordeal...but Fate was to deal the woman an even more cruel hand. Instead of recovering her strength, Morrigan slowly began to lose it. Some days it was a struggle for the young woman to even rise from bed. And one night, with the appearance of blood upon her hand after a coughing fit, the stark reality became all too clear. Morrigan had been stricken with the Wasting Sickness.
She battled with her illness for several weeks, living off her sheer determination to survive, and her endless spirit. The true death blow came to her, after spending several days in the grip of a terrible fever, when she began to realize that she had developed strong feelings for Story. By this time, the man had since returned to the Inn, and had taken it upon himself to watch over Morrigan and hopefully nurse her back to health. But as Morrigan came to the realization that her death was inavoidable, so too did Story. And with her realization of this fact, Morrigan pleaded with Story to share one night of passion with her, so that she could die in peace, and her heart would be whole.
Story refused her, for reasons of his own. Morrigan died soon thereafter, bitter and broken-hearted. Her last words were recorded in her diary, written mere moments before her last breath. In them, she promised her undying hatred of Story for forsaking her, and vowed her revenge.
And her story seems to end here. ....But such is not the case. A few weeks later, Morrigan was seen once again within the walls of The Lonely Inn, undoubtedly alive, and yet a very changed woman. It is not known in all truth just what events transpired that brought Morrigan back from the Beyond, or who set them in motion....but rumors persist that Lillith herself had some hand in Morrigan's ressurrection. Other rumors speak that Story and Lillith formed some sort of unspoken alliance with one another, in exchange for Morrigan's revival. The true nature of her return to life is not known.
However, soon after her reappearance within the TLI, Morrigan vanished once more, leaving her possessions behind, as well as her own slaves. And she was gone again from the knowledge of the Inn's patrons...until only very recently. She has been sighted again within The Lonely Inn, and she has changed once more. She bears with her the manner of a Knight, and yet her eyes speak of distant pains and torments that she never shares with any other. She is noble, yet distant....cold and indifferent to the emotions and actions of others. No one really knows what reasons she has for returning to The Lonely Inn once more...though some say that she comes in search for the two slave girls who she had abandoned once, some time ago. As for her hatred of Story...that seems to have died with the knowledge of the dark-skinned man's death. It is hard to say what Morrigan's true intentions are now. She rarely speaks with anyone, and is difficult to approach...greeting anyone who tries with biting cynicism and harsh sarcasm.
For now, one can only look into her eyes and try to fathom the troubled thoughts that swirl behind those grey orbs....