I’m replaying Origins and I’m doing the quest to get the Sacred
Ashes. I’m running around the temple and at one point Leliana notices
lava and says something like “I hope this mountain isn’t going to erupt,
because I don’t want to here when that happens.” It made me laugh,
because eventually it does erupt, just not because of lava. It’s totally
foreshadowing without meaning to.
I would like to speak to you of Haven—the village in the Frostbacks, close to the Temple of Sacred Ashes. We are all aware of its past. It was home to the “Disciples of Andraste,” as they called themselves. Descended from the people who built the temple itself, they had strayed, over years of isolation, from their once-noble roots to become dragon worshippers. After the Hero of Ferelden discovered the Temple of Sacred Ashes, which the Disciples guarded jealously, what remained of the cult moved on, and Haven was abandoned to the ice and the snow.
I passed through Haven on my pilgrimage to see the Temple of the Sacred Ashes. There was a storm, and I took shelter in the hall of Haven’s chantry. Though they were dusty from neglect, the walls of that lonely place were strong and shielded me from the biting winds. Peace came upon me, and my eyes were opened to Haven’s incredible beauty. It could not be overcome by the pain and the horror of the past. It could not be masked by decay and disuse. It would not be forgotten.
Haven is precious to Orlais, to the Chantry, and to the Sunburst Throne for its historical and religious significance. It is my will that Haven be restored, rededicated to the service of Andraste, and preserved for the ages. Let it be a sanctuary for the pilgrims who seek out the Temple of Sacred Ashes. May they rest here beneath the cold, bright skies. May the glory of the Maker be revealed to them, as they gaze upon the grey peaks that are the work of His hand. Now and forever more, let this be a Haven for the faithful.
—From a speech by Divine Justinia V in 9:35 Dragon
for this year, I forgesew
the ampersand on my actions,
& accept that my mistakes
are to be built upon & every
day I grow & I till my body
in hopes for an orchard.
I stand & I fall & I kneel
all in the same sacred ash.
I struggle & I fail & I kiss
the ground who catches me forever.
what do I leave behind &
what do I carry forward-
I ask no one in particular
now. I say aloud like my
heart beats & my bones
crack & my stomach growls
& my lungs expand & my
everything grows up to be
boundless & real & for once
I faithleap to the other side-
a new me,
over an endlesschasam
which is also me. &
where I land, I trust
me & me & me to
save me & me & me
Took some shots of our dear Commander at ball and some shots of Cullen fighting at the temple of Sacred Ashes (I saw some caps floating around and I wanted to give it a try : I never really took screenshots of that part of the game)
What do you want me to post? Cullen at the ball (mostly close-up and dancing with his quizzie) or Cullen fighting (mostly chiaroscuro caps)?
The grand enchanter of the troubled Circle of Magi during the explosion at the Temple of Sacred Ashes is the only Warden on record who was actually able to reverse the effects of her Joining - an apparent production of an expedition to retrieve Warden-Commander Bregan from the Deep Roads in 9:10 Dragon. The fiery elven mage was present at the White Spire conflict and, before the violence, preached for mage independence, even going so far as to controversially proclaim, “fuck the Divine.”