Morrigan/Dialogue

Morrigan and Shale

• Shale: The swamp witch has a great deal in common with my former master.
• Morrigan: "The swamp witch?" How original.
• Shale: The swamp witch has the same arrogance, the same air of cruelty. I would hate for it to have possession of my control rod... if it still worked, of course.
• Morrigan: Let me tell you what you can do with your control rod, golem.
• Shale: Is it telling me that if the rod did work that it wouldn't want control over me?
• Morrigan: I wouldn't go so far as that. I could, for instance, command you to go and jump in a lake. A very deep lake.
• Shale: It fools no one. The swamp witch would control everything, if it could. it would have us all dancing on its strings.
• Morrigan: Oh, you know me too well, golem. Your revealing gaze has laid me bare.
• Shale: I will be watching the swamp witch. it must not be trusted.
• Morrigan: (Sigh) Now you're beginning to sound just like Alistair.

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• Shale: I understand the swamp witch is out to slay its own mother?
• Morrigan: Entirely in self-defense.
• Shale: So it claims. It could not have been its plan from the very beginning, then.
• Morrigan: I knew nothing about my mother's... intentions... prior to finding the book. 'Twas your notion I arranged that?
• Shale: Unnecessary, considering it is the only one who can read the book. It could just as well be a journal, or a book of recipes.
• Morrigan: Would you like me to teach you how to read the book? Then you can see for yourself.
• Shale: (Snorts) Now it is testing me.
• Morrigan: (Chuckles) Well do you care enough to learn, or no?
• Shale: No. I do not care.
• Morrigan: Then leave me be.

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• Shale: Why does the swamp witch still travel with the Grey Wardens?
• Morrigan: You are of the opinion that I should not be?
• Shale: I am curious. It seems as if it has little reason to stay.
• Morrigan: The same could be said of you. There is no control rod commanding your presence, golem.
• Shale: I have no history, and thus no purpose. The same cannot be said for the swamp witch. Its purpose is simply unknown.
• Morrigan: Keep asking questions and I shall turn into a bird. I can do that.
• Shale: (Snorts) I have no fear of birds.
• Morrigan: Oh, I didn't say you were afraid. I would simply hover out of reach, hovering, waiting until...
• Shale: Enough! I shall be silent.
• Morrigan: Excellent choice.

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• Shale: How many other forms can the swamp witch become?
• Morrigan: Several.
• Shale: Can it become a golem?
• Morrigan: Seeking companionship, are you?
• Shale: If it could become a golem, I simply wonder why it would not stay that way. It is a superior form.
• Morrigan: No, I cannot become a golem. I can learn to become animals, and each form must be learned anew.
• Shale: And how does it learn a form? Does it read about it somewhere?
• Morrigan: (Laughs) 'Tis not a talent one can read from books! You must copy a creature's soul!
• Shale: I do not understand.
• Morrigan: Nor should you. Rock is unchanging -- allow it to stay that way.

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• Shale: Would the swamp witch consider explaining the nature of magic to me? I am most curious.
• Morrigan: Surely there is another who would not be so bothered by your tiresome questions. Perhaps Alistair?
• Shale: I fear the second Warden has not the knowledge to answer my question.
• Morrigan: You might ask him anyhow. Certainly whatever he happened to come up with would serve as amusement.
• Shale: I do not understand. I seek enlightenment, and not amusement.
• Morrigan: You're apt to get much further seeking amusement, I assure you.
• Shale: The swamp witch is a most confusing creature. I do not understand it.
• Morrigan: You're not the first one to say so. The first golem, perhaps.
• Shale: I will ask the swamp witch later when it is less inclined to make bizarre responses to my queries.
• Morrigan: You will be waiting for some time, then, I fear.

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• Shale: I would still like to know how the swamp witch learns its forms.
• Morrigan: Eater, are you not? Does the golem wish to become human, after all?
• Shale: A human is soft and weak form. I desire no such thing.
• Morrigan: Then why the interest in shapechanging? Unless you secretly wish to become something other than what you are?
• Shale: Is that why the swamp witch learned? To escape her form?
• Morrigan: In a way. It was lonely to grow up in the Wilds. To join with the forest, to become one with its denizens... there was a freedom in that.
• Shale: I think it would be an excellent talent for disguises.
• Morrigan: Or perhaps to walk through doors without hitting one's head, hmm?
• Shale: Yes, exactly.
• Morrigan: well. 'Tis not a good enough reason.

Morrigan and Alistair

• Morrigan: So you met this sibling of yours?
• Alistair: Half-sister, but yes.
• Morrigan: And she turned out to be an insufferable hag?
• Alistair: You'd have liked her. You two have a lot in common.
• Morrigan: And you let her berate you? Without punishment?
• Alistair: It's moments like this when I truly appreciate the difference between you and me.
• Morrigan: (Scoffs) 'Tis moments like this when I truly wonder at the difference between you and a toadstool.

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• Alistair: So tell me, was the Tower of Magi everything you thought it would be?
• Morrigan: Abominations running rampant? Templars ready to slaughter every mage in sight? Yes, it rather met all my expectations.
• Alistair: You don't think you might have been better off getting your training there? Instead of whatever your mother taught you?
• Morrigan: You're right. My mother didn't nearly have as many abominations running about. That certainly would have improved my education.
• Alistair: Hmm. I'll give you that one.
• Morrigan: I'm so relieved.

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• Alistair: All right. I've come up with one, a question that you can't answer.
• Morrigan: Are you talking to me?
• Alistair: That's right. You think you're so smart? I've got an academic question that I bet you won't be able to answer.
• Morrigan: Oh, I doubt that.
• Alistair: So tell me, then: what was the name of Andraste's husband?
• Morrigan: This is a religious question, not an academic one.
• Alistair: You're joking, right? A five year-old could answer that question. Do you not know more than a child?
• Morrigan: I care nothing for your religion. And this game of yours is over.
• Alistair: Oh, how the mighty have crumbled.

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• Morrigan: Have a care where your eyes linger, Alistair.
• Alistair: Yes, well don't worry. It's not what you think.
• Morrigan: I see.
• Alistair: I was looking at your nose.
• Morrigan: And what is it about my nose that captivates you so?
• Alistair: I was just thinking that it looks exactly like your mother's.
• Morrigan: I hate you so much.
• Alistair: What?
• Morrigan: Never mind.

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• Morrigan: You... do not truly think I look as my mother does, do you?
• Alistair: Have you really been thinking about that all this time?
• Morrigan: I am simply curious.
• Alistair: And not insecure in the slightest, I'm sure.
• Morrigan: I think I look nothing like her.
• Alistair: I don't know. Give it a few hundred years and it'll be a spot-on match.
• Morrigan: I said that I look nothing like her!
• Alistair: All right. Got it. Totally different. I see that now.

Morrigan and Leliana

• Morrigan:
• Leliana:

Morrigan and Oghren

• Oghren: I swear. The things I could do to you.
• Morrigan: Ugh. It is leering at me once again...
• Oghren: oh. Did I say that out loud?

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• Oghren: You couldn't hurt me if you wanted to, witch, you know that?
• Morrigan: T'is so?
• Oghren: Dwarves resist magic, woman. There's nothing you could do.
• Morrigan: Nothing? I could not, for instance, kick you in your manhood?
• Oghren: Oof.
• Morrigan: Do you wish to see?
• Oghren: Not necessary.
• Morrigan: Well, the offer stands.

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• Oghren: Hmmm. So you can turn into animals, aye? Like cats and wolves?
• Morrigan: When the desire strikes me.
• Oghren: Have you ever... you know. "When in Tevinter..."
• Morrigan: That's a most curious little mind you have, dwarf. And what if I had? Would that thought comfort you during your lonely nights?
• Oghren: Hmmm. Have you ever changed during--
• Morrigan: Why are you suddenly asking me this?
• Oghren: How do we know you're truly a woman? Or even human! You could be a chip mouse... or a nug! Ha! Imagine that!
• Morrigan: Why, yes. I am actually a nug in human form. I have come to observe your kind.
• Oghren: Huh. Nugs are good with extra sauce. I'm just saying.

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• Oghren: Have you ever thought about getting yourself a husband, Morrigan? It might do you some good, you know.
• Morrigan: Tie myself to another with bonds of servitude? It serves no purpose.
• Oghren: Don't you want little Morrigans running about some day? The pitter-pat of little witchy feet?
• Morrigan: You say that as if one is necessary for the other to follow. My mother needed no husband to have her daughters.
• Oghren: But you're not ugly, old forest witch. I'm sure you can land yourself a proper husband if you just show a bit more skin.
• Morrigan: Is that how you "landed" your own wife? No wonder she turned to her own sex for comfort.
• Oghren: Now that's just mean.

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• Morrigan: You are a disgusting creature, dwarf. Did you believe I would not see you? That scarf was my own.
• Oghren: Bah! I had to blow my nose. Blasted surface air tickles the nostrils.
• Morrigan: You had no right to take what was not yours!
• Oghren: Don't be such a squealing nug. You can use my handkerchief any time.
• Morrigan: If you have a handkerchief, then why not use it?
• Oghren: Too dirty. Yours was cleaner.
• Morrigan: This is intolerable! Don't force me to test that dwarven resistance of yours, fool.
• Oghren: Promises, promises.