(RECAP) How do Wilhelm come to acquire you?
He claimed to have found me in the Deep Roads.
Do you know where in the Deep Road this was?
No. That secretive bastard refused to tell me. I would ask and ask, but no.
(RECAP) Paragon Branka. Were she to return
and endorse someone for the throne, the Assembly would be honorbound to accept
her wishes.
If it will get you to the throne, I will find Branka.
(RECAP) She was going to Caridin's home.
Branka?! By the stone I barely recognized you!
I've given up everything and would sacrifice anything to get the Anvil of the Void.
(RECAP) My name is Caridin.
Once, longer ago than I care to think, I was a Paragon to the Dwarves of Orzammar.
The Anvil of the Void, it allowed me to forge a man of steel.
No mere smith, however skilled,
has the power to create life.
To make my golems live, I had to take their lives from elsewhere.
Shayle of the House of Cadash.
I made you into the golem you are now, Shale.
But before that you were a dwarf, the finest warrior
to serve King Valtor,
and the only woman to volunteer.
(RECAP) You, please! Help me destroy the Anvil!
Help me claim the Anvil and you will have an army like you've
never seen!
The anvil enslaves living souls, it must be destroyed!
Attack!
I need a Paragon's support to settle an election.
For the aid you've given me,
I shall put hammer to steal one last time.
And give you a crown for the king of your choice.
STEWARD BANDELOR: Lords of the Assembly, I call for order!
This argument gets us nowhere.
BHELEN: Then why these delaying tactics?
I call for a vote right now!
My father has one living child to assume the Aeducan throne.
Who would deny him that?
HARROWMONT: Your father made me swear on his deathbed you would not succeed him.
MINES COMMANDER: I apologize for the interruption Lord Steward,
but the Grey Warden has returned.
[Shocked reactions from the crowd]
HARROWMONT: We should let the Warden speak,
what news do you bring?
ELISSA: I bring a crown forged by Caridin
on The Anvil of the Void.
OGHREN: Caridin was trapped in the body of a
golem. This Warden granted him the mercy he sought, releasing him and destroying
the Anvil of the Void.
Before he died, Caridin forged a crown for Orzammar's
next king, chosen by the Ancestors themselves!
BHELEN: And we are supposed to trust this?
The word of a drunken sot and a Grey Warden known to be in Harrowmont's pocket?
STEWARD BANDELOR: Silence!
This crown is of Paragon make, and bears House Ortan's ancient seal.
Tell us Warden, whom did Caridin choose?
ELISSA: He wished me to give it to whomever I chose.
BHELEN: The Grey Warden knows nothing about us!
Why would a Paragon entrust someone like this with such a weighty decision?!
This is ridiculous!
STEWARD BANDELOR: We've argued in these chambers for too long.
The will of the Paragon is that the Grey Warden decide.
ELISSA: I would grant the crown... to Harrowmont.
[Gasps from crowd]
HARROWMONT: I appreciate your forthrightness, Warden.
You have acted with grace through this entire torturous process.
STEWARD BANDELOR: Let the memories find you worthy.
First amidst the Lords of the houses,
The King of Orzammar.
BHELEN: I will not abide by this!
DESHYRL The ancestors have spoken!
ELISSA: Stand down Bhelen, you've lost.
BHELEN: Would you let a surfacer decide the fate of the Dwarves?!
DESHYR: Watch out! They brought weapons!
KING HARROWMONT: Guards!
KING HARROWMONT: I admit, I did not think even Bhelen
would defy the word of a Paragon.
Nor that so many would follow him.
But most of Orzammar has seen him for what he really is.
And I trust we will bring this insurgency under control.
ELISSA: I have faith in you King Harrowmont.
KING HARROWMONT: Indeed.
More than anyone but my wife, Warden.
And I thank you for it.
Those loyal to the throne
will begin preparations for a surface mission immediately.
Orzammar will fulfill its treaties.
Now, if you'll excuse me I must get to the palace
and set our plans in motion.
ELISSA: And I must return to my duties on the surface.
KING HARROWMONT: This is the staff I carried as king Endrin's second.
Take it as a reminder of your place in Orzammar.
I wish you luck against The Blight, Warden.
May we faster another four centuries of peace.
[THEME SONG]
SHAPER: Impressive work, Warden.
King Harrowmont's impending coronation has been entered into the memories.
Is there something more I can help you with?
ELISSA: I have some tracings you might be interested in.
SHAPER: What's this?
A list of names...
Most of these clans no longer even exist!
Is this authentic?!
OGHREN: You bet your hairy arse it is!
Taken from a tablet in Caridin's fortress, no less.
SHAPER: Then, is it true?
The rumors of Caridin's so-called volunteers?!
Extraordinary!
I would love to make a copy of this.
The Shaperate has never had much information on Caridin
and his golems, much less proof of this magnitude.
Warden, I hope this artifact from our archives will suffice as a reward.
I must inform the Shaperate at once!
FILDA: You've returned!
With all the excitement over the new king I never expected you
to remember my poor son. Did you learn anything about my Ruck?
ELISSA: Yes... but... you might not want to hear it.
FILDA: What is it? Is he dead?
Please don't torment me.
ELISSA: I'm afraid... Ruck went crazy after too long in the Deep Roads.
FILDA: Crazy?!
Oh Ancestors save him, I've heard of this.
Lost soldiers turning on each other, eating Darkspawn flesh.
Is that what happened to my boy?! Why didn't you bring him home?!
ELISSA: Ruck didn't want you to see him like that.
FILDA: Such a good boy. Still thinking of me after all he's been through.
I have to go to him. He needs me.
Oh he must be so frightened out there, so lonely.
I thank you for what you've done.
IDLE DWARF: I got him. He's all squirmy but he's a big fella.
ELISSA: How much you want for him?
IDLE DWARF: Don't know.
I'll take anything you can give, he's a fat one though. Worth a bit.
ELISSA: 20 silver?
IDLE DWARF: I knew you'd be good on your word.
Nice doing business.
SHALE: The swamp witch has a
great deal in common with my former master.
MORRIGAN: The swamp witch? How original.
SHALE: The swamp which 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: (sighs) Oh, now you're beginning to sound just like Alistair.
OGHREN: (sighs) Give me a moment.
ELISSA: Is everything all right?
OGHREN: 'course everything's all right! (scofs)
Just give me one sodding moment!
By the stone! I feel like I'm about to fall off
the world with all that sky up there.
ELISSA: Is it that strange to you?
OGHREN: Strange?! (laughs) strange is your wife turning out to prefer the ladies,
not living in a world without a bleeding ceiling!
Well, let's get moving.
We're losing, what ya call it? Daylight.
LELIANA: Oh, it's one of those subterranean bunny pigs!
Oh look at him! Come here you.
ELISSA: He is pretty cute. Have fun.
LELIANA: Thank you so much. You've made my day.
OGHREN: Come to talk to old Oghren, have you?
Don't know why.
ELISSA: What's wrong, Oghren?
OGHREN: Nothing. I'm fine.
Just, eh, got a hornet my eye is all.
Did you want to talk about something?
ELISSA: I'd like to know more about you.
OGHREN: What about?
ELISSA: How do you like the surface?
OGHREN: It's sodding great!
At first I was a little queasy with all
that air but, there's just so much of it!
No one has any idea who you are, or what
you're doing. And the ale! Ooh, who'da thought, ale made with grain! (laughs)
Aye, the surface is great!
It's like a big bright world of filth without a ceiling. My kind of place.
Hey, let's go find something to kill, huh?
All this talk makes my hands twitchy.
ELISSA: Why have you remained a Templar if you hate the Chantry?
ALISTAIR: Have you seen the uniform?
It's not only stylish, but well-made. I'm a sucker for good tailoring.
ELISSA: Oh? I don't think I've ever seen you wearing it.
ALISTAIR: I keep it hidden under my pillow.
Sometimes I'll take it out just so I can hug it fondly and remember the good old days.
Brings a tear to the eyes, you know.
ELISSA: So this is where you deflect questions with humor, right?
ALISTAIR: I'd use my shield if I could, but I think you might actually spot me
hiding behind it. You don't really want to know about my being a Templar, do you?
It's really quite boring.
ELISSA: I do really want to know, yes.
ALISTAIR: Poke! Poke! Poke!
Tell me everything about your life, Alistair!
All right, if you insist.
It's not like we have anything better to do, right?
The truth of the matter is, that I did hate
going to the monastery. The initiates from poor families thought I put on airs,
while the noble ones called me a bastard and ignored me.
I felt like Arl Eamon had cast me off, unwanted.
And I was determined to be bitter.
But I took some solace in the training itself, I guess.
I was actually quite good at it.
ELISSA: What did you enjoy about the training?
ALISTAIR: The education, mostly. But also the discipline.
You need to have a disciplined mind in order to use the abilities we have.
It was difficult, but... rewarding. I never really felt at home anywhere though, until
I joined the Grey Wardens. And Duncan felt my Templar abilities might be
useful for when we encountered Darkspawn magic, so I kept it up.
What about you?
Do you have anywhere you consider home?
ELISSA: I guess my home is with the Grey Wardens now, with you.
ALISTAIR: It is?! I... didn't know you felt that way.
We won't always be travelling like this, you know.
Once the war is over, once The Blight is -
well, a time will come when we'll have to think about having a real home again.
Though that seems like a far ways off... and I suppose the Grey Wardens are gone
for good, either way.
ELISSA: They can be rebuilt.
ALISTAIR: I suppose you're right. We can create new Grey Wardens,
but we'll never get back those we lost. I wonder if it would ever feel the same.
Anyhow, now I've sidetracked us.
We'd better get back to what we're supposed to be doing right now.
MORRIGAN: What do you wish of me?
ELISSA: Have you ever been hunted by the Chantry?
MORRIGAN: My mother has
been hunted from time to time, yes.
By Templar fools like Alistair, which should
tell you how successful they generally were. Flemeth made a bit of a game of it,
in fact. The Templars would come again and she would look at me and smile and
say... that the fun was to begin once more.
ELISSA: You really have no trouble with them?
MORRIGAN: I am unsure.
I was too young to understand and perhaps... 'twas bravado on Flemeth's
part. Or perhaps she was merely amused.
I will never know.
Flemeth would warn them... once.
'twas a warning they inevitably failed to heed. And then the
true game began! Often Flemeth would use me as bait (giggles) a little girl to scream and
run and lure the Templars deeper into The Wilds, and to their doom.
ELISSA: Surely more would have followed.
MORRIGAN: Sometimes... eventually.
Thankfully, The Wilds is a vast place.
Once they found us, Flemeth would simply move us elsewhere and we would be lost
within the forest once again.
I did not understand the danger we faced until I
was much older. I had never heard of apostates or Maleficarum.
ELISSA: Don't you regret hurting any of those men at all?
MORRIGAN: Would they have regretted hurting me?
I was a young child!
Yet do you think they would not have gleefully held my head
aloft as a trophy?
There are no trials for apostates, no prisons, no mercy!
There are only absolutes, so only survival matters.
If The Wilds have taught me anything 'tis this -
First, you must survive. Do you disagree?
ELISSA: Absolutely. There are worse things than death.
MORRIGAN: Oh?!
I would ask what exactly,
but I'm certain that would be a lengthy conversation and suddenly I grow very
weary. Enough of this talk let us return to the task at hand.
ELISSA: What were you quoting earlier?
STEN: The Qun. The path to wisdom.
I am not surprised you don't recognize it.
ELISSA: What is The Qun, exactly?
STEN: Ask a Tamassran, they know how to explain things to children.
It is not for me to teach the Qun.
ELISSA: What do you mean "your mages are beasts?"
STEN: I misspoke, they are not beasts.
Beasts learn eventually.
ELISSA: That's hardly fair, Sten.
STEN: Life is fair?
Is there some reason you insist upon discussing this?
ELISSA: I'm trying to figure you out.
STEN: I applaud your attempt to pursue knowledge,
irritating as it may be.
ELISSA: Why do you think mages are evil?
STEN: I know nothing of mages themselves,
only their actions. There is no use talking of this.
We should move on.
WYNNE: Is there something you need?
ELISSA: What was life like in the tower?
WYNNE: I would be lying if I said it was easy.
First, there were rules. And we were
constantly watched to make sure we behaved appropriately.
Then there was the study of magic.
We had to cast the spells just so. Control the effects
completely. A single word spoken incorrectly,
a gesture out of sync, and lack of focus. And we needed to have perfect focus or
we would be in danger.
ELISSA: At least you learned the dangers of magic from The Circle.
WYNNE: Without The Circle and my mentors, I would not have been
where I am today. And there was joy in life at The Circle.
The joys of fellowship, in knowing that you were not alone in your struggles.
In spite of everything, I was happy in the tower, and I loved it.
ELISSA: How did you become a mage?
WYNNE: People don't become mages, they are born mages. The talent just
surfaces later. But you are asking how I ended up at The Circle.
I was brought there by the Templars, just like many of the other apprentices.
I don't remember very much, I was very young then.
ELISSA: How did they know you were a mage?
WYNNE: I set a boy on fire.
ELISSA: Why?!
WYNNE: It's a long story.
(sighs) I didn't have a family. I never knew my real parents.
My earliest memory was of hiding in a hay loft on a farm trying to keep warm. I was
found and the farmer's wife was kind enough not to send me away. But they had
children of their own and I was never made to feel welcome. The eldest son was
the worst, he was always calling me a "stray" and throwing anything he could get
his hands on at me. And I don't know how it happened, but one day... he just found
his hair on fire. Fortunately there was a large trough nearby.
ELISSA: Was he seriously hurt?
WYNNE: I had singed his hair and eyebrows, but injured little other than his pride.
Who knows what they would have done to me had he been more seriously hurt.
Thankfully, all I had to endure was a few nights locked in a cold barn with a bowl
of water and a crust of bread. The Templars arrived several mornings later.
ELISSA: Were the Templars mean to you?
WYNNE: One of them ignored me, but the other was
kind to me. He gave me sweets and even sat me on his shoulders once, when I
wanted to look over a high wall that ran along the road. I'll never forget the
moment the Templars led me into the entrance hall of the tower. I had never
seen anything so grand in my life. I stopped being afraid then, I knew I was... home.
ELISSA: Little did you know it was just a prettied up prison.
WYNNE: Prison?
You could see it that way,
but those walls are there to keep non-mages out, as much as to keep
mages in. I learned very quickly that for every apprentice in the tower, there was
probably one who never even lived to see the Templars come. No child, not even a
mage child, is a match for an angry mob trying to place blame for a failed
crop, a hard winter, a baby born dead.
ELISSA: That's terrible, and sad.
WYNNE: Superstition and fear is what makes these people behave in this manner.
It will be a good long time before that changes.
Well, that's about all there is to my tale.
That's how I came to The Circle.
SHALE: I have a question for It, if It will indulge me.
It chose to side with Caridin
and destroy The Anvil of the Void. I agree with It's decision, and yet the
Paragon Branka was the reason It ventured into the Deep Roads. Why did It
choose to defy her? It could not have known for certain that Caridin would be
able to assist It with the dwarves.
ELISSA: I was willing to risk it, it was the right thing to do.
SHALE: That was quite the risk. I am pleased that it worked as it did. At any
rate, I wanted to... thank It. It gave Caridin the end he wanted and I'm pleased to
have been a part of it. I will have to think on Caridin's words to me, it was...
a great deal to absorb.
"Shayle of House Cadash." Is that who I once was?
I find this difficult to believe.
ELISSA: You're tall for a dwarf.
SHALE: I am not a dwarf!
Or at least, I'm not a dwarf any longer.
If I was this "Shayle of House Cadash" as
Caridin said, there must be some evidence of my existence remaining.
I must find it!
ELISSA: You think something will trigger your memory?
SHALE: I need to know that this is the truth, and not simply believe.
What Caridin said, it has allowed me to
remember one thing. I believe I know where Cadash Thaig is.
ELISSA: Isn't that proof right there?
SHALE: Perhaps It cannot understand what it means to be blank, but I must
know. I must be certain.
ELISSA: Are you certain about this?
SHALE: I am. I do not know why I am, but I am.
I will mark the location on It's map.
if we can journey there soon, I am
most curious as to what we will find.
ARL HOWE: Sire, I have more news.
Oh... yes... well, it seems that the fighting... has gone exactly-
QUEEN ANORA: Enough!
I would like to know what you intend
to accomplish, father. Should we not be fighting the Darkspawn instead of each other?
LOGHAIN: The nobility should be brought into line and then the Darkspawn defeated.
This is no true Blight, Anora. Only Cailan's vanity demanded it be so.
ARL HOWE: Beg pardon, sir. But Blight or no we may not have the manpower to face the Darkspawn soon.
ANORA: Cailan approached the Orlesians for support, did he not?
LOGHAIN: Never!
Maric and I drove those bastards out!
I'll not roll out the welcome for them now!
ANORA: We need help, father.
We cannot deal with this crisis alone.
LOGHAIN: Ferelden will stand on its own!
I will lead it through this, Anora you must have faith in me!
ANORA: Did you kill Cailain?
LOGHAIN: Cailan's death was his own doing.
WYNNE: (sighs) I... fell.
ELISSA: Are you alright?!
WYNNE: For a moment there I thought I was...
I thought it was all over.
ELISSA: Thought what was over?
WYNNE: Everything.
I... I will explain everything when we are back at camp.
Now is not the time.
SHALE: This is it, Cadash Thaig.
ELISSA: This is where you're from?
SHALE: Perhaps.
It may also be where I was found.
These ruins are always overrun by vermin, there may be something
noteworthy further in, however.
SHALE: Was this a home once?
Did I live here?
SHALE: Whatever was once here is gone.
[Sounds of creatures in distance]
SHALE: Crawling with filth. Typical.
SHALE: I'm uncertain what I hope to find here.
SHALE: What is this?
This... this I remember!
It has dates and... names. This is to honor those
who volunteered. Those who became golems.
And... and there is my name!
"Shayle of House Cadash". Just as Caridin said.
I remember now, I remember Shayle!
That... was me.
ELISSA: You remember?! That's wonderful!
SHALE: Wonderful to remember being a soft
squishy creature of flesh?
Perhaps.
I will need to think on these things I have
learned. Perhaps I will speak to It of them soon.
For now, let us carry on as we have.
WYNNE: I think I owe you an explanation for what happened earlier.
ELISSA: Yes, you had me quite worried.
WYNNEL You should know that... something happened to me at the tower
before you came along. You spoke to Petra, did you not?
She told you I saved her from a demon. I... did.
But I did not survive that encounter.
ELISSA: But... you're standing right here.
WYNNE: Let me explain fully.
I engaged a very powerful demon to rescue Petra.
It sapped me of all my energy and will and left me
drained. It took everything I had to defeat it, and when I was done I no
longer had the strength to keep my heart beating.
I remember my life ebbing away. Everything receded from me - sound, light.
I remember being enveloped in complete, impenetrable darkness. And then I sensed
a presence. Enfolding me and cradling me, whispering quietly to me. The sensation
is impossible to describe. I was being "held back," firmly but gently. As a mother
would a child eager to slip from her grasp. I felt life, and warmth, flowing
through my veins again. I began to be aware of small sounds, and the discomfort
of my hip pressing into the cold stone of the tower floor.
ELISSA: That... is an amazing story.
WYNNE: The Fade contains spirits both benevolent and malicious. The benevolent
spirits seldom make themselves known, because they want nothing from mortals,
unlike the demons. It was one of these spirits that saved me, without it I would
be dead. And it has not left me, it is with me even now. Bonded to me. You see, I
am supposed to be dead. It is the spirit that is keeping me in this world. And
this is... not the way of things. Perhaps the spirit did not expect this,
but it is weakening. Gradually. I am... living on borrowed time.
ELISSA: Then, we will make the best of that time.
WYNNE: Yes, that we will.
ELISSA: What do you know about Andraste?
LELIANA: Andraste was The Maker'ss chosen. The Maker had
long since abandoned the world when the sound of her singing turned his ear.
Beauty, grace, and wisdom enraptured him, and he offered to take her from this
flawed world to become his divine bride. But Andraste had an earthly husband, and
would not forsake him. Instead, she beseeched The Maker to return
to his people once more. So earnest was her plea, that The Maker was moved,
and promised that he would create a paradise on earth if all abandoned their
false gods and turned once more to him. And this is why Andraste began her
exalted march on the idolaters of the Tevinter Imperium. The Maker granted her
his powers, with which to smite her enemies. Andraste brought the Imperium
to its knees, and her victories converted many to the worship of The Maker. Alas, it
was the frailties of men that betrayed and killed Andraste. Her
earthly husband, Maferath, a chieftain of the Alamarri tribes himself, grew jealous
has his wife's popularity and influence overshadowed his own. She was also
revered as The Maker's betrothed, and Maferath began to see their own bond waning
in significance as Andraste became ever more devoted to The Maker. Out of envy
and spite, Maferath made a pact with the Archon Hessarian of Tevinter, allowing
his beloved Andraste to be ambushed and captured. Andraste was burned at the
stake in Minrathous, the capital of Tevinter.
ELISSA: But Tevinter has a Chantry, doesn't it?
LELIANA: The tevinter Chantry claims that in
Andraste's last moments, Hessarian's heart softened and he heard the voice of The
Maker telling him to end her suffering. He plunged his sword into her heart, and
as her blood washed over his hands he became one of the faithful. Dissenters
said that the Archon only converted because he could not stem the tide of
Andraste's cult, and was forced to do so to stay in power.
We will never know for sure.
ELISSA: So you said this Arl Eamon raised you?
ALISTAIR: Did I say that?
I meant that dogs raised me. Giant, slobbering dogs from the Anderfels.
A whole pack of them in fact.
ELISSA: That's not what I remember you telling Flemeth.
ALISTAIR: Well if you're going to go and pay attention to the facts... then fine, fine.
Let's see, how do I explain this? I'm a bastard.
And before you make any smart comments, I
mean the fatherless kind. My mother was a serving girl in Redcliffe Castle who
died when I was very young. Arl Eamon wasn't my father, but he took me in
anyhow and put a roof over my head. He was good to me, and he didn't have to be.
I respect the man and I don't blame him anymore for sending me off to The
Chantry once I was old enough.
ELISSA: Why did he send you off to The Chantry?
ALISTAIR: Arl Eamon eventually married a young woman from Orlais.
Which caused all sorts of
problems between him and the king, because it was so soon after the war. But,
he loved her. Anyhow, the new Arlessa resented the rumors which pegged me as
his bastard. They weren't true, but of course they existed. The Arl didn't care,
but she did. So off I was packed to the nearest monastery at age 10. Just as well,
the Arlessa made sure the castle wasn't a home to me by that point.
She despised me.
ELLISA: What an awful thing to do to a child.
ALISTAIR: Maybe.
She felt threatened by my
presence, I can see that now. I can't say I blame her.
She wondered if the rumors were true herself, I bet.
I remember I had an amulet...
with Andraste's holy symbol on it. The only thing I had of my mother's. I was so
furious at being sent away I tore it off and threw it at the wall and it
shattered! Stupid, stupid thing to do.
The Arl came by the monastery a few times
to see how I was, but I was stubborn. I hated it there, and blamed him for
everything. And eventually... he just stopped coming.
ELISSA: Are you sure he isn't your father?
ALISTAIR: Yes, I'm quite sure.
At any rate, I don't look anything like him.
You'll see for yourself.
Not that it stopped the rumors any.
All I know is that the Arl is a good man, and well loved by the people. He also
was King Cailan's uncle, so he has a personal motivation to see Loghain pay
for what he did.
Anyway, that's really all there is to the story.
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