Scenario:Morrigna - Goddesses of Battle
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Goddesses of Battle
The crew takes on a request to retrieve a fallen soldier's body. When they find the corpse in question, they discover a trio of battle goddesses who collectively refer to themselves as the Morrigna. They decide to accompany (Captain)'s crew to track down the descendant of their former charge.
(Captain) and company have come to the site of a battlefield on a grim but noble request: to find and retrieve the remains of a fallen soldier.
Although the soldier was renowned across distant islands for his valor, death has no respect for heroics, and thus he lost his life in service to his country.
His next of kin want to give their loved one a final farewell worth his bravery, and have entrusted the crew with bringing him home.
Vyrn: Yikes, look at this place. It's basically been burnt to a crisp.
Lyria: This place is kind of scary.
The environs are as gloomy as their task, but they press on regardless. That is until they discover three statuesque women standing in formation off in the distance.
???: ...
Vyrn: What are those ladies doing in a place like this? They don't look like army people or skyfarers.
Lyria: ...!
That's because they're some kind of primal beast!
That's because they're some kind of primal beast!
Vyrn: Um, okay then, so what's a gaggle of primal ladies doin' here?
Bewildered by the appearance of the trio, they sneak a little closer. Soon something else comes into view: a deathly still figure at the feet of the three women.
Vyrn: Is that, you don't think... the fallen soldier?
Lyria: I think so. But it's strange how those three are just staring down at him.
They wait and watch, trying to ascertain the motives of the primal beast that has taken the form of three women.
But the primal remains unmoving, vigilant. Realizing inaction will solve nothing, (Captain) and the others decide to make an approach.
Vyrn: Excuse us, what're you all doin' in a place like this?
???: Mmm? Aaah...
???: We were cradling our charge—this warrior who acted with courage until his last moment.
Vyrn: Umm... So this man was important to you?
???: Important? No, we were simply giving watch to a worthy soul.
Vyrn: Right... I don't think he's going to get up and move or anything, but we've actually been looking for him ourselves.
Lyria: We want to reunite him with his family. May we please take him?
???: If that is your wish, then our role is finished.
Lyria: Your role?
???: Our mission, child. To act as partisan for those who find themselves at the mercy of unavoidable death.
Lyria: Um, what does that mean?
???: Badb, look at their faces. They seem so confused.
???: Shouldn't we explain ourselves before we get into all of the particulars?
???: Teehee... It's just as Neamhan says, Sister. Such a bad habit you have, putting introductions on the long finger.
Badb: Well, if you're going to begrudge me, Sisters...
The woman referred to as Badb steps forward to formally greet (Captain) and company.
Badb: I'm Badb. These two spuds are my sisters.
Neamhan: I'm the eldest, Neamhan. May the road rise up to meet you.
Macha: Macha here. Middle sister. Don't forget it now.
Badb: Mortals have grown fond of collectively calling the three of us the Morrigna.
Vyrn: Seriously? You have "the" in your name? Is it just me, or does that sound like an airship or somethin'?
Badb: The Morrigna is the moniker mortals have given us. Our individual names hold virtually no weight in comparison.
Despite Badb's explanation, (Captain), Lyria, and Vyrn still seem none the wiser. Macha struggles to suppress a giggle.
Macha: Teehee... We're a being of one soul, hear. Our individual names are just a way to identify a third of the whole.
Macha: They're separate names, certainly, but we're the Morrigna just the same. 'Tis all fair, children.
Lyria: Uh... huh...
Vyrn: So it's okay for us to call you whatever, right?
Macha: So long as it pleases you.
Neamhan: Back to the matter at hand. I believe we were discussing our role in this world.
Badb: We act as partisan, supporting the worthy by bearing witness to their deeds, and giving them the grace to earn higher honors yet.
Badb: And we serve our charge until they breathe their last. 'Tis both our role and the foundation of our existence.
Badb: Your man here was a strong soul himself. His valor cost him his life in the end, but it was a pure splendid farewell.
Badb sees that the young skyfarers still don't quite grasp the situation. She gives them a moment to mentally catch up before revealing the Morrigna's true motive.
Badb: That being said... We're on the hunt for someone else.
Lyria: You are?
Macha: The descendant of a legendary hero.
Morrigna: It was long ago, during the time of the War...
Morrigna: Though we are a primal beast, we found across enemy lines a skyfarer worthy of our grace. Nay, he was more than worthy.
Morrigna: He accepted our grace and achieved victory after victory with our support. 'Twas not long before he grew into a legend.
Morrigna: However, once a lad accepts our favor, he may never return to ordinary life. He must search for blood on the fields of war till his dying day.
Morrigna: This warrior knew that, but one day a fury the likes of which we'd never seen flared in his heart, and he shouted at us.
Morrigna: "I wish to see my family," he said. "If I can't be with my family before I pass, then what need do I have for honor?"
Morrigna: We did not give heed to his words.
Morrigna: After he passed, we continued our duty, bearing witness to warriors innumerable as they forged their own mythologies.
Morrigna: Over time a thought began to grow within us.
Morrigna: Why did that man reject honor? Was his family truly so exemplary that he would rather protect them over achieving glory?
Morrigna: Impetus enough for man to abandon exaltation—we needed to meet his family.
Morrigna: Despite our desire—time being the fickle mistress it is—it had already been several hundred years since the warrior's passing.
Neamhan: And so we thought, if we couldn't track down his direct flesh n' blood, we'd at least try to find a descendant of his.
Neamhan: Alas, trouble is as trouble does, we don't know where that man's family lived.
Macha: But we figure his progeny must have inherited martial merit equal to his own.
Macha: We can continue our duty knowing that perhaps one day we'll come across a worthy warrior with the blood of that man in their veins.
Lyria: Wow, that's quite a story.
With the air finally cleared, the three women smile at the young skyfarers. But soon their eerie, unified gaze shifts toward (Captain).
Morrigna: (Captain), we see in you... Yes. That's a fret now.
Morrigna: You are possessed of unparalleled valor. That much is clear from the look in your eyes, those pupils which have seen a thousand battles and may see a thousand more.
Morrigna: If we join you across your travels, we are likely to meet other brave combatants. And, mayhaps, a descendant of the hero we long to meet.
Vyrn: That's definitely in the realm of possibility.
Vyrn: Besides, we're always lookin' for more crewmates! Right, (Captain)?
Morrigna: Crewmates?
Morrigna: You must steer the course of your own lives.
Morrigna: By our grace, we may only act as your partisan.
Vyrn: I'm not sure if that's such a big difference, but what do you think, (Captain)?
Morrigna: We thank you.
Lyria: Hehe, I'm sure we'll get along great, Morrigna!
Choose: I hope we can find that descendant.
Morrigna: Truly. That is our one hope.
Lyria: I'm sure we will! After all, we'll be helping you!
Morrigna: We thank you.
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After their fateful encounter with the trio, the crew successfully transport the fallen soldier's body back to his family.
The Morrigna, having found a renewed purpose, watch from afar as their most recent charge completes his final journey home.