(RECAP) Eamon is gravely ill. Whatever the demon did to my brother it seems to have
spared his life, but he remains comatose.
The Urn of Sacred Ashes will save Eamon!
My husband funded the research of a scholar, in Denerim, a Brother Genitivi.
When Eamon fell ill, I sent the knights to speak to Gentivi. I hoped that he had
finally discovered the location of The Urn of Sacred Ashes itself.
Perhaps you could seek out the Brother's home in Denerim and see if any clues remain
on his whereabouts.
(RECAP) I have a sister, only I never knew about her. I don't think she
knew about me, either. Maybe it's time I went to see her.
I don't know why you came either or what you expected to find, but it isn't here. Now get out of my
house, the both of you.
That was... not what I expected, to put it lightly. I guess I
was expecting her to accept me without question.
You don't need her, you have others who care for you.
The only person who ever cared about me was Duncan, and he's gone.
I care about you.
ALISTAIR: Look... before we go any further I want to say something. I appreciate that you
brought me to see my sister, and that you... well, that you were there to talk me down
after we left. You're a true friend, I just wanted to tell you that.
ELISSA: We're in this together, Alistair.
ALISTAIR: That we are.
I have your back, you know that right?
Well, now that that's out of the way...
OGHREN: Whatcha need?
ELISSA: Do you miss Orzammar?
OGHREN: What?!
Miss Orzammar?! Are you mad, in addition
to being ugly? They treated me like a puddle fly back there, I'm never going back!
ELISSA: We'll talk more later.
OGHREN: All right.
ELISSA: Leliana. I found this flower while we were travelling.
LELIANA: Hmmm, flowers... thank you, they're very pretty.
ELISSA: These are your mother's flowers, aren't they?
LELIANA: These were her favorite! I haven't seen these in
such a long time, they smell just like mother used to. Thank you! Thank you so
much for remembering.
WEYLON: Yes? What are you doing here?
ELISSA: Who are you?
WEYLON: My name is... Weylon.
I'm the assistant of the scholar Brother Gentivi. This is his house.
ELISSA: And where is he I'm looking for him?
WEYLON: That makes two of us. I haven't seen
Brother Genetivi in weeks, he's sent no word, it's so unlike him. I'm
afraid something has happened, Genetivi's research into The Urn may have
led him into danger.
ELISSA: Why would searching for The Urn lead him into danger?
WEYLON: Perhaps The Urn has been lost for a reason. I pray for Genetivi's
safety, but hope dwindles with each passing day. I-I tried to send help, but some
knights came from Redcliffe looking for him not long ago. I sent them after Genetivi
and they too have disappeared!
ELISSA: Where did you send them?
WEYLON: No don't ask me where they went. you'll go after them, and what if ill
luck should befall you too? This search is a curse on all of us, some things are...
not meant to be found. I know that now.
ELISSA: I'm willing to risk it, tell me where he went.
WEYLON (sighs) So be it.
All he said before he left was that he would be staying at an inn
near Lake Calenhad, investigating something in that area.
ELISSA: What exactly was he investigating?
WEYLON: I don't know. All I discovered from going through his
research was that he was staying at the inn.
ELISSA: You just said that he spoke to you and told you that...
WEYLON: (flustered) Y-yes, of course he told me, but I also went through his things to
see if I could find other clues to his whereabouts.
ELISSA: You sound nervous... hiding something?
WEYLON: (paniched) Th-that's n-not true... I told you everything I know. Brother
Gentivi told us- t-told *me* about the inn, and that's all.
ELISSA: Us? Who's "us?"
WEYLON: (scrambling) Us?! I mean me! There is no us!
WEYLON: (dropping his act) Bah! Why do I keep up this charade?! I gave you a chance to
turn aside and forget you ever heard of Gentivi and The Urn, but you persisted!
Now it has come to this! Andraste forgive me, I do this in your name!
ELISSA: Oh, a dead body. Weylon, or whatever his actual name, was must have killed Genetivi's
real assistant in order to take his place.
ELISSA: I found some of Gentivi's research...
It says, he was investigating a village in the Frostback Mountains called "Haven."
I don't think I've heard of Haven before, certainly not seen on any map.
GUARD: What are you doing in Haven? There's nothing for you here.
ELISSA: So this is Haven?
GUARD: What do you want?
ELISSA: Why haven't I heard of Haven before?
GUARD: We keep to ourselves. We see
no need to announce our presence to the world. It's more peaceful that way.
ELISSA: How long has Haven been here?
GUARD: Haven's always been here. My family knows no other home.
ELISSA: Who is in charge of the village?
GUARD: Father Eirik is our spiritual leader and guide.
LELIANA: Revered father?! I've never heard of this.
GUARD: It's always been thus in Haven, we do not question tradition.
ELISSA: Are your traditions very different from ours?
GUARD: Our ways are not the ways of the lowland cities.
ELISSA: Have you heard of The Urn of Sacred Ashes?
GUARD: The Urn is nothing but a legend.
ELISSA: Is there a Brother Genitivi here?
GUARD: Who? Perhaps Revered Father Eirik will know of whom you speak.
Unfortunately, he's ministering to the villagers at the moment and cannot be
disturbed. I suggest you seek your brother
elsewhere. We do not appreciate lowlanders looking about our home as
though it was some sort of zoo.
ELISSA: Very well.
GUARD: You may trade for supplies at the shop
if you wish. Then I suggest you and your companions leave.
MORRIGAN: They are hiding something. 'tis obvious, is it not?
LELIANA: I was not expecting to find something so unsettling.
ELISSA: What is it boy? Was someone killed here?
DURGEN: (growls)
MORRIGAN: That is human blood.
ELISSA: How do you know?
MORRIGAN: I just do.
I also know that no one can lose
that much blood... and live.
WYNNE: This village... is not quite what it seems, is it?
BOY: Come, come, bonny Lynne. Tell us, tell us, where you've been.
Were you up, were you down. Chasing rabbits 'round the town.
Come, come, bonny Lynne. Tell us, tell us, where you've been.
Come, come, bonny Lynne. We've a bed to put you in. It is soft, it is warm. It will
shelter from the storm. Come, come, bonny Lynne. We've a bed to put
you in here. Dear, dear, bonny Lynne. Sleeps the peaceful crib within. A mossy stone, a
finger bone. No one knows but Lynne alone. Dear, dear, bonny Lynne, sleeps the peaceful
crib within.
SHOPKEEPER: Who are you? You're not from Haven.
ELISSA: Have you seen a man called Brother Genitivi?
SHOPKEEPER: No, I've never heard that name.
ELISSA: Can you tell me about Haven?
SHOPKEEPER: How would you describe the place you know only as home?
ELISSA: I should be going.
SHOPKEEPER: I think that is for the best.
SHOPKEEPER: What are you doing?! That's private!
ELISSA: What are you hiding?
SHOPKEEPER: I don't see how that is any of your concern.
ELISSA: I'm making it my concern.
SHOPKEEPER: No! You have no right!
ELLISA: So this is what the shopkeeper was trying to hide. Everyone in Haven seems
to be a part of this... madness.
His armor bears the insignia of Redcliffe, it
must have been one of the knights Lady Isolde sent in search of The Urn.
Genetivi is probably in danger as well, even if he's still alive. We need to find him.
Fast.
LELIANA: It sounds like they are singing the Chant in there. Maybe we should have a look.
FATHER EIRIK: We are blessed beyond measure. We are chosen by The Holy and beloved, to be
her guardians. This sacred duty is given to us alone. Rejoice my brethren, and
prepare your hearts to receive her. Lift up your voices and despair not, for she
will raise her faithful servants to glory when her -
I understand that you are
new here, but common courtesy dictates that one shouldn't interrupt. No matter.
We were just about done here anyway.
NUADA: But your reverence, we have not completed
the sacraments of the Holy Mother or sung the invocation!
EIRIK: Be calm Nuada, we have
an honored guest. Surely the sacraments can wait. That is
all for today, my children. I shall see you tomorrow. For now, I should see to our
visitor.
ELISSA: Is there a brother Genitivi here?
EIRIK: We find outsiders... disruptive. They bring
others, and before long Haven is... changed. We will go to any lengths to prevent
that.
ELISSA: You killed the Knights of Redcliffe, I saw the bodies!
EIRIK: This, my brothers, is
what happens when you let an outsider into the village. They have no respect
for our privacy. She will tell others of us if we let her. Word will spread, and
then what? You, stranger, do not understand our ways. You would
bring war to Haven in your ignorance.
ELISSA: Brother Genitivi, what have you done to him?
EIRIK: We don't owe you any explanations for
our actions. We have a sacred duty. Failure to protect Her would be a
greater sin. All will be forgiven.
ELISSA: Look at this weird medallion Eirik had. It has the symbol of Andraste, but
it's nothing like any other Chantry relics I've seen.
BROTHER GENITIVI: Who are you? They... they sent you to finish it?
ELISSA: I'm Elissa. I'm here to help you.
GENITIVI: You don't know how glad I am to
see someone who isn't from this village. I (groans) the leg's not doing so well, and I can't
feel my foot.
ELISSA: Wynne, can you help?
WYNNE: I can set the leg and ease some of the pain, but
he'll need a lot of rest in order to heal.
GENITIVI: I don't have time to rest now, I'm
so close. The Urn is just up that mountain.
ELISSA: How do you know?
GENITIVI: My research led
me to Haven and I have heard the villagers talking; I know The Urn is here.
Haven lies in the shadow of the mountain that holds The Urn. There is an old
temple there built to protect it. The door is always locked, but I know what
the key is. Eirik wears a medallion that opens the temple door, I've seen what he
does with it.
ELISSA: This medallion?
GENITIVI: Yes, that is your key. Take me to the mountain side
and I will show you.
ELISSA: About the Knights who were sent to look for you...
GENTIVI: (sighs) Yes, of course. How could I forget. Eirik said they were ambushed. Some
killed, a few brought back to Haven to be questioned.
He was so self-righteous about it, so smug.
He seemed pleased that he had tortured and murdered these men.
ELISSA: Eirik's not going to be bothering anyone else for a while.
GENITIVI: Good. Eirik and his fellows were a
blemish in The Maker's sight, if The Maker would even deign to look upon this world,
that is. Let's just talk about something else now, shall we?
ELISSA: Haven... it's a little odd, isn't it?
GENITIVI: (laughs) Well, it wasn't exactly what I expected it to be.
ELISSA: How did you find out about Haven?
GENITIVI: Pure luck. I wasn't even looking for any village. I had always
assumed that the temple that housed The Urn would be lost to time, and abandoned.
It took years of study to narrow down its location to this range
of mountains. Then, completely by accident, I came across an unrelated document that
mentioned a village called Haven.
ELISSA: What do you mean by accident?
GENITIVI: I had asked Weylon
to fetch several books from the Denerim Chantry. Among them was one I didn't ask
for; a hundred-year-old log of Chantry business transactions.
ELISSA: Why would that mention Haven?
GENITIVI: In it, was an account of a dwarven trader who had failed to
transport goods from Orzammar, that had already been paid for. There was a
blizzard, and his caravan was turned off the path. They eventually came across a
small human village that was not on any map. The trader tried to gain entry to
take shelter from the storm. Unfortunately, they were turned away and
had to take refuge in a cave. When he woke up that next morning, everyone and
everything was gone. He managed to find the road again and made it to Denerim,
but he never saw the caravan again.
ELISSA: So Haven has been here for at least a hundred years.
GENITIVI: Yes, and probably even longer. It became clear from the dwarf's
story that this village would be near the temple. And it occurred to me that
they might know something about The Urn, and I decided to find the village myself.
And that's how this trouble started.
ELISSA: What do you know about Haven and its people?
GENITIVI: They call themselves the Disciples of Andraste, and they are very, very devoted.
One could say fanatically so. They must be here to protect The Urn, but they
speak of Andraste as though... as though she was still alive.
ELISSA: They must be talking about The Urn.
GENITIVI: I thought so at first, but I'm not so sure anymore. Was there
something else he wanted to discuss?
ELISSA: Why does Haven have "Revered Fathers?"
GENITIVI: I do not know. When the Chantry was established, it was decided that only female priests
would ever be ordained. It is possible that the villagers, and the Disciples of
Andraste, predate the Chantry and so have no knowledge of the Chantry's rules.
ELISSA: What were the villagers doing with you?
GENTIVI: They seemed intent on finding out personal
information about me. Where I grew up, things like that.
ELISSA: They were planning to place a fake Genitivi in Denerim.
GENITIVI: How do you know?
ELISSA: There was an impostor Weylon at your house.
GENITIVI: An impostor?
What happened to the real Weylon?
ELISSA: I'm sorry, but he's dead.
GENITIVI: Ah, poor Weylon.
I should never have dragged you into this. Maker take you into his hands, my boy.
ELISSA: I'm sorry, Brother.
GENITIVI: He believed in me, even when I lost faith in myself. I will honor
his memory. Was there... was there something else you wanted to say?
ELISSA: I'm ready to leave for the temple.
GENITIVI: Ah, good. Help me up here. (groans) I'll try not to slow us down.
GENITIVI: Here we are. Give me the medallion, and let's see if I remember. Yes, yes. You
see, it can be manipulated, just like this. And there! A key to open the way!
ELISSA: How did you know how to do that?
GENITIVI: There are very few keys like this left in the world, but
I have seen some. When you find the right combination it just... feels right. It is
hard to explain. Now, let's see if we can open this door. There should be a place
to insert this.
[Creaking door]
GENITIVI: Ah, what I would give to have seen this hall in all its splendor, as it was meant
to be. Still, sweep away the ice and the snow and traces of beauty remain.
ELISSA: We can't afford to linger.
GENITIVI: I'm sorry, what? Ah, I was a little distracted. I apologize.
These carvings were created just after Andraste's death, and they may reveal
things about her life that we do not yet know. I think I need more time to
study these statues and carvings.
ELISSA: You want to stay here? Is it safe?
GENITIVI: I could not keep up with you with my injuries. I should be safe, I don't think
there are any villagers here. Go, I will be all right. Perhaps my destiny was only
to lead you to The Urn.
ELISSA: Is there anything else I need to know about the temple?
GENITIVI: It was designed to protect The Urn from those who would steal it, or do harm to
it. Namely, the Tevinter Imperium.
ELISSA: What sort of dangers are we talking about here?
GENITIVI: I'm not sure, the legends were never very specific on that point. Only the
faithful shall lay eyes on the Sacred Ashes. Death and misfortune await the
unbeliever. The Maker's gaze has fallen on Andraste's final resting place. He weeps
for his beloved, and his wrath at her betrayers endures.
ELISSA: So it is the wrath of The Maker that strikes men down?
GENITIVI: That is what the legend says, and The Maker may
indeed watch this place. Read between the lines, however and you'll understand that
it is merely a simple truth draped in hyperbole and metaphor. After all, no one
wants to hear "Willy toiled for many a year to perfect the curious mechanisms
that would send a sharpened spike up the arse of the unwary intruder."
ELISSA: Traps, then.
GENITIVI: I think my decision to stay here was the best one, don't you?
ELISSA: Definitely. I will be back soon.
GENITIVI: I'll be right here if you need me.
mmm, now I need something to write on.
ELISSA: Wow, these scrolls look ancient. And I've never seen symbols like this. This could
be of interest to Chantry historians.
KOLGRIM: Stop! You will go no further!
ELISSA: Who are you?
KOLGRIM: You do not have the right to
demand my name! You have defiled our temple, you have spilled the blood of
the faithful and slaughtered our young! No more. You will tell me now intruder,
why you have done all this! Why have you come here?
ELISSA: I have come for The Urn of Sacred Ashes.
KOLGRIM: You did this all for an ancient relic? Know this, stranger - the
prophet Andraste has overcome death itself, and has returned to her faithful
in a form more radiant than you can imagine!
Not even the Tevinter Imperium could hope to slay her now. What hope do you
have?
EL:ISSA: You're mad. Andraste is dead.
KOLGRIM: (shouting) You know nothing! Andraste revealed
herself to us! We are her chosen! To arms, my brethren!
Andraste will grant us victory!
ELISSA: So this is Andraste? Well she doesn't look like her paintings... More scales, for
one thing. Wings, for another. Maybe they just.... didn't feel like putting them in
the pictures, I don't really know anything about art.
WYNNE: Oh, I'm not afraid. it
wouldn't want to eat me anyway. Tough and stringy. You, on the other hand, ought to
be worried.
ELISSA: (elated) I can't believe we've just defeated a High Dragon! Ladies, you were amazing.
Leliana, I hope you've written all of it down, because I want to hear that being
sung around the campfire tonight!
MORRIGAN: This is not like the rest of the temple. This part is unblemished. Untouched.
GUARDIAN: I bid you welcome, pilgrim.
ELISSA: Who are you?
GUARDIAN: I am The Guardian. The protector of The Urn of
Sacred Ashes. I have waited years for this.
ELISSA: For someone to take The Ashes?
GUARDIAN: No one can take The Ashes. They belong here. It has
been my duty, my life to protect The Urn and prepare the way for the faithful, who
come to revere Andraste. For years beyond counting have I been here, and
shall I remain until my task is done, and the Imperium has crumbled into the sea.
ELISSA: The Imperium is no longer as powerful as it once was.
GUARDIAN: Ah, is it not? Then perhaps this is the beginning of the end.
ELISSA: Who were the men who have taken over the rest of the temple?
GUARDIAN: When my brethren and I carried
Andraste from Tevinter to this sanctuar,y we vowed to forever revere her memory
and guard her. I have watched generations of my brethren take up the mantle of
their fathers, for centuries they did this. Unwavering. Joyful in their
appointed task. But now who they have lost their way.
They have forgotten Andraste, and their promise.
ELISSA: So the dragon was *not* Andraste.
GUARDIAN: No. Our Andraste has gone to The Maker's side. She will not return. The
dragon is a fearsome creature, and they must have seen her as an alternative to
the absent Maker and his silent Andraste. A true believer would not require
audacious displays of power.
ELISSA: How did the belief spread to the rest of the disciples?
GUARDIAN: It began with an ancestor of the one known as Kolgrim. He saw
himself as a new prophet, preaching the rebirth. Some disagreed with him. I heard
their cries of pain and loss, which were quickly silenced.
ELISSA: And what about you?
GUARDIAN: I am all the remains of the first disciples. I swore I would protect The Urn as long as
I lived, and I have lived a very long time.
ELISSA: Did you know Andraste?
GUARDIAN: Did anyone really know her, save The Maker? She would
sometimes spend weeks alone in meditation, often without food or water.
ELISSA: Please, tell me more about Andraste.
GUARDIAN: I... cannot express in words my love for
Andraste. You must seek her out for yourself,
everyone must.
ELISSA: How is it possible you've lived so long?
GUARDIAN: I made a vow, to Andraste a and to The Maker, My life is tied to The Ashes. As
long as they remain, so will i.
ELISSA: What can you tell me about The Urn of Sacred Ashes?
GUARDIAN: You already know that The Urn contains the remains of the Prophet
Andraste. What else is there to tell?
ELISSA: How do I get to The Urn?
GUARDIAN: You have come to
honor Andraste, and you shall. If you prove yourself worthy.
ELISSA: But... what if- what if I'm not worthy?
GUARDIAN: Then you will not come to tTe Ashes. It is not my place to decide your
worthiness, the gauntlet does that. If you are found worthy, you will see The Urn,
and be allowed to take a small pinch of the ashes for yourself. If not...
ELISSA: What is the gauntlet?
GUARDIAN: The gauntlet tells the true pilgrims from the false. You will undergo
for tests of faith, and we shall see how your soul fares.
ELISSA: Can you tell me anything else about this gauntlet?
GUARDIAN" You will understand what it is when you face it.
ELISSA: Very well. I will enter the gauntlet.
GURDIAN: Before you go,
there is something I must ask. I see that the path that led you here was not easy.
There is suffering in your past, your suffering and the suffering of others.
You abandoned your father and mother, leaving them in the hands of Rendon
Howe, knowing he would show no mercy. Do you think you've failed your parents?
ELISSA: Yes. I should have insisted that my mother come with me.
GUARDIAN: Thank you. That is all I used to know.
MORRIGAN: Is there any religion that does not thrive upon guilt, like a
glutton at his lunch? No? I thought not.
WYNNE: Accept your failings, but do not let them govern your life.
LEIANA: You could not have known what would happen. You did what you
thought was best.
GUARDIAN: And what of those that follow you?
WYNNE: Ask your question, Guardian.
I am ready.
GUARDIAN: You are a worthy advisor, ready with a
word of wisdom. Do you wonder if you spout only platitudes, burned into your
mind in the distant past? Perhaps you are only a tool, used to spread the word of
The Circle and the Chantry. Does doubt ever chip away at your truths?
WYNNE: You frame the statement in the form of a question, yet you already know our answers. There
is no sense in hiding, is there? Yes. I do doubt at times. Only the fool is
completely certain of himself.
GUARDIAN: And you. Why do you say The Maker speaks to you?
When all know that The Maker has left. He spoke only to Andraste. Do you believe
yourself her equal?
LELIANA: I never said that! I-
GUARDIAN: In Orlais, you were someone. In Loethering,
you feared you would lose yourself. Become a drab sister and disappear. When
your brothers and sisters of the cloister criticized you for what you
professed, you were hurt, but you also reveled in it. It made you special, you
enjoyed the attention, even if it was negative.
LELIANA: You're saying that I made it up
for... for the attention?! I did not. I know what I believe.
GUARDIAN: And you, Morrigan.
Flemeth's daughter. What-
MORRIGAN: Begone, spirit. I will not play your games.
GUARDIAN: I will respect your wishes.
The way is open. Good luck, and may you find what you seek.
EALISAY: The smallest lark could carry it, while a strong man might not. Of what do I speak?
ELISSA: A tune.
EALISAY: Yes! I was Andraste's dearest friend in childhood, and always
we would sing. She celebrated the beauty of life and all who heard her would be
filled with joy. They say The Maker himself was moved by
Andraste's song, and then she sang no more of simple things.
BRONA: Echoes from a shadow realm, whispers of things yet to come.
Thought's strange sister dwells in night, is swept away by dawning light. Of what do I speak?
ELISSA: Dreams.
BRONA: A dream came upon me as my daughter slumbered beneath my
heart. It told of her life, and of her betrayal and death. I am sorrow and
regret. I am a mother weeping bitter tears for a daughter she could not save.
LADY VASILIA: An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. The debt of blood must be paid in full.
Of what do I speak?
ELISSA: Vengeance.
LADY VISILIA: Yes. My husband Hessarian would have
chosen a quick death for Andraste. I made him swear that she would die
publicly with her war leaders. That all would know the Imperium's strength. I am
justice. I am vengeance. Blood can only be repaid in blood,
THANE SHARTAN: I'd neither a guest, nor a
trespasser be. In this place I belong, that belongs also to me. Of what do I speak?
ELISSA: Home.
THANE SHARTAN: It was my dream for The People to have a home of their own, where we
would have no masters but ourselves. The enemy of my enemy is my friend, and thus
we followed Andraste, against the Imperium. But she was betrayed.
And so were we.
GENERAL MAFERATH: A poison of the soul, passion's cruel counterpart. From love she
grows, 'til love lies slain. Of what do I speak?
ELISSA: Jealousy.
MAFERATH: Yes. Jealousy drove me to
betrayal. I was the greatest general of the Alammari, but beside her I was nothing.
Hundreds fell before her on bended knee. They loved her, as did The Maker. I loved
her too, but what man can compare with a god?
DISCIPLE HAVARD: The bones of the world stretched towards the sky's
embrace. Veiled in white, like a bride greeting her groom. Of what do I speak?
ELISSA: The mountains?
DISCIPLE HAVARD: Yes. I carried Andraste's ashes out of Tevinter into the mountains
to the east, where she could gaze ever into her Maker's sky. No more fitting a
tomb than this could we find.
DISCIPLE CATHAIRE: No man has seen it, but all men know it. Lighter than air, sharper than any sword.
Comes from nothing, but will fell the strongest armies. Of what do I speak?
ELISSA: Hunger.
DISCIPLE CATHAIRE: Yes. Hunger was the weapon used against the
wicked men of the Tevinter Imperium. The Maker kindled the sun's flames, scorching
the land. Their crops failed, and their armies could not march. Then he opened
the heavens and bade the waters flow, and washed away their filth. I am Cathaire,
Disciple of Andraste and commander of her armies. I saw these things done and
knew The Maker smiled on us.
ARCHON HESSARIAN: She wields the broken sword, and separates true
kings from tyrants. Of what do I speak?
ELISSA: Mercy.
ARCHON HESSARIAN: Yes. I could not bear the sight of
Andraste's suffering, and mercy bade me end her life.
I am the penitent sinner, who shows compassion as he hopes compassion will
be shown to him.
BRYCE COUSLAND: My dearest child.
ELISSA: I wish it were not so, but I know you are dead.
BRYCE COUSLAND: You know that I
am gone, and all your prayers and wishes will not bring me back. No more must you
grieve, my girl. Take the pain and the guilt, acknowledge it and let go. It is
time. You have such a long road ahead of you, and you must be prepared. And so I
leave this in your hands, I know you will do great things with it.
LELIANA: That part of the bridge looks like it's there, but I don't think it is.
Try something else.
MORRIGAN: Powerful magic indeed.
ELISSA: Look, there's an inscription on this altar.
ELISSA: The trappings of worldly life, and cloak yourself in the goodness of spirit. King and slave,
Lord and beggar, be born anew in the Maker's sight. I think we're supposed to
walk through the fire... without our clothes.
GUARDIAN: You have been through the trials of the gauntlet. You have walked the path of
Andraste, and like her you have been cleansed. You have proven yourself worthy,
pilgrim. Approach The Sacred Ashes.
LELIANA: I never dreamed I would ever lay my eyes on The Urn of Sacred Ashes. I... uh I have
no words to express!
MORRIGAN: (sarcastically) I stand in awe. Really.
WYNNE: I could not have asked for a
greater honor than to be here. I will never forget this feeling.
GENITIVI: Welcome back. You were gone for quite some time. Well, did you find it?
ELISSA: The Urn? Yes.
GENITIVI: What... what was it like? Coming to The Urn, I mean.
ELISSA: Grueling. There were tests.
GENITIVI: Tests? Interesting. Very interesting. Perhaps my research will not seem so
much like blasphemy to the Chantry now. We must organize an expedition! There is
so much history here, it must be studied! And... and pilgrims should be allowed to
come to The Urn!
ELISSA: Yes! The Urn of Sacred Ashes must be shared with the world!
MORRIGAN: And eventually, it shall be exploited by the rich and the powerful. As these things
usually are.
GENITIVI: I must return home, I have much to do. If you ever find yourself in
Denerim, please visit me. I am not a rich man, but I have a small collection
of interesting artifacts. And I do owe you a reward for coming to my rescue. I
hope to see you soon, my friend.
ALISTAIR: You're awake! Did you... did you feel it too? It was like
the Archdemon saw us. Saw us! What does that mean? I think - wait, did you hear that?
ALISTAIR: I guess it's like Duncan once said - we can sense them, and they can sense us.
We'd best be more careful from now on, this camp isn't safe any longer.
MORRIGAN: Huh! What will they send next, Darkspawn tax collectors?
STEN: Fortification should be built around the camp.
OGHREN: Hgnh! Can't get a bloody night's rest.
LELIANA: How unnerving!
WYNNE: It will be more difficult to sleep here, now.
ZEVRAN: What, no trap? No ambush? Some assassins.
SHALE: It is done. Let us move on.
TEAGAN: You return! Might you have news?
ELISSA: I found The Urn!
TEAGAN: You have? Wonderful! Let us go at
once to Eamon's side and see if The Urn's healing powers live up to their reputation.
ARL EAMON: Where am I?
TEAGAN: Be calm, brother. You have been deathly
ill for a very long time. Do you remember nothing?
EAMON: Teagan? What are you doing here?! Where is Isolde?
ISOLDE: I am here, my husband.
EAMON: And Connor! Where is my boy?! Where is our son?!
ISOLDE: He lives. Though many others are dead. There is much to tell you, husband.
EAMON: Dead?! Then... it was not a dream.
TEAGAN: Much has happened since you fell ill, brother. Some of it will not be... easy
for you to hear.
EAMON: Then tell me. I wish to hear all of it.
EAMON: This is most troubling... There is much to be done, that is true, but I should first
be thankful to those who have done so much. Grey Warden, you have not only saved
my life, but kept my family safe as well. I am in your debt. Will you permit me to
offer you a reward for your service?
ELISSA: I need your help against The Blight, that will do.
EAMON: I understand but, regardless of your motivations I feel you are worthy
of a reward. I would like to honor your efforts, nothing more.
ELISSA: As you wish then, ha.
EAMON: Then allow me to declare you, and those travelling with you,
Champions of Redcliffe. You will always be a welcome guest within these halls.
And for you, Warden. A shield of the same make as those that have been given to
our finest knights.
ELISSA: There is much else to do now.
TEAGAN: Indeed. We have no way of knowing
what Loghain will do once he learns of your recovery.
EAMON: Loghain instigates a civil
war even though the Darkspawn are on our very doorstep. Long I have known him, he
is a sensible man! One who never desired power.
TEAGAN: I was there when he announced he
was taking control of the throne, Eamon. He is mad with ambition, I tell you.
EAMON: Mad indeed. MAd enough to kill Cailan, to attempt to kill myself and destroy my
lands. Whatever happened to him, Loghain must be stopped. What's more, we
can scarce afford to fight this war to its bitter end.
ELISSA: But you can unite the nobility against Loghain, can't you?
EAMON: I could unite those opposing Loghain, yes. But
not all oppose him. He has some very powerful allies. We have no time to wage
a campaign against him, someone must surrender if Ferelden is to have any
chance at fighting the Darkspawn.
ELISSA: But once everyone learns what he's done...
EAMON: I will spread word of Loghain's treachery, both here and against the king. But it
will be but a claim made without proof. Those claims will give Loghain's allies
pause, but we must combine it with a challenge Loghain cannot ignore.
We need someone with a stronger claim to the throne than Loghain's daughter, the Queen.
TEAGAN: Are you referring to Alistair, brother? Are you certain?
EAMON: I would not propose such a thing if we had an alternative, but the unthinkable
has occurred.
ELISSA: You intend to put Alistair forward as king?
EAMON: Teagan and I have a claim through marriage, but we would seem opportunists,
no better than Loghain. Alistair's claim is by blood.
ALISTAIR: And what about me?! does anyone care what I want?!
EAMON: You have a responsibility, Alistair. Without you,
Loghain wins. I would have to support him for the sake of Ferelden. Is that what
you want?
ALISTAIR: I... b-but I....
No, My Lord.
EAMON: I see only one way to proceed. I will call for a Landsmeet,
a gathering of all of Ferelden's nobility in the city of Denerim. There, Ferelden
can decide who shall rule, one way or another. Then the business of fighting
our true foe can begin. What say you to that, my friend? I do not wish to proceed
without your blessing.
ELISSA: My blessing? Why do you need my blessing?
EAMON: None of this would
be possible without you. You led Alistair here, you saved my life with The Urn of
Sacred Ashes. It's your lead I follow. I am a credible
enough figure in this nation to call the Landsmeet, but I hold no illusions that
I could face Loghain without you. Surely you see that.
ELISSA: Do you think this Landsmeet idea will work?
EAMON: That depends. If we cannot get a consensus in the Landsmeet
for Alistair, we cannot afford to oppose Loghain either. Does that mean Loghain
could win? A man who killed his own king, who has gone mad with power?
Perhaps. We must see that he does not.
ELISSA: What about the Darkspawn?
EAMON: Ferelden must
stand united to defeat the Darkspawn. AS fractured nation will not defeat The
Blight, even given my army and those gathered with your treaties.
ELISSA: What's stopping Loghain from just attacking Redcliffe?
EAMON: Why do you think he had me
poisoned? He wanted me gone without having to confront me directly.
If I call for our Landsmeet, refusing the compromise and attacking Redcliffe
will only support our accusations. I'm sure he'd rather I died from the poison.
Had the demon not interfered, that's exactly what would have happened.
ELISSA: It seems we have little choice.
EAMON: Very well, I will send out the word. But before we
proceed, I believe there is the matter of the mage, my son's tutor. He still lives, I
understand.
TEAGAN: He does. He is in the dungeon, brother.
EAMON: Have him brought here, Teagan. I
wish to see him.
EAMON: Jowan, what you have done is not in question.
You tried to assassinate me and set into motion a series of events that nearly
destroyed everything I cherish. What have you to say in your own defense?
JOWAN: Nothing, My Lord. Other than to say I am sorry. I expect no mercy for what I have done.
EAMON: I see. Grey Warden, have you anything to say on Jowan's behalf?
ELISSA: He has cooperated willingly, though he has little choice...
EAMON: You damn him with faint praise, I see.
Then there is nothing more to say. Jowan, I hereby sentence you to death. May
The Maker show you the mercy we cannot.
JOWAN: Thank you, My Lord.
EAMON: Now, back to the matter
of the Landsmeet. It will take some time to recall my forces and organize
our allies. I would prefer to wait until that is done before calling the Landsmeet.
In the meantime, I suggest you pursue the remainder of the Grey Warden
treaties. We will need all the allies we can get, if we are to defeat the
Darkspawn Horde.
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