#wardenposting

This has actually been sitting in my drafts for like half a year now bc I thought I really should scrounge around for more quotes from Last Flight, Awakening, and Legacy. That... didn't happen, and there's really no sense in holding off longer. If I ever do get around to it, I'll pull more quotes to add. But I consider this complete as is. enjoy~

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The Song

The Old Gods will call to you, From their ancient prisons they will sing. Dragons with wicked eyes and wicked hearts, On blacken'd wings does deceit take flight, The First of My children, lost to night.

—Canticle of Silence 3:6, Dissonant Verse

     “The Old Gods beckon, as they always have.” The Architect turned and paced to the other side of the cell. The shadows cast on the walls by the glowstone danced ominously. “That is what you hear. To my people, it is a call that we cannot ignore. It whispers to our blood and compels us to seek the Old Gods out. We search and search for their prisons, and when we find one, we touch the face of perfection and thus desecrate it forever.”

—Dragon Age: The Calling, chapter 6

     So close. We nearly reached him. Made it down to what looked like a dwarven thaig where the song was actually audible, real and thrumming through the air, not just in our heads. It rattled through the lyrium pillars and shook the earth beneath our feet to its dreadful tempo.

—[DAI] Note: Ancient Warden Logbook

     There were creatures in that land. Dark things that lurked in the corners. Cole couldn’t see them, and didn’t want to. He worried that they could see him, however. […]      And worse, there was the music. He didn’t know what it was, but it seemed to come from far, far off. It called to him, but not in a pleasant way— it had an urgency that sped his heart and made his blood burn. The dark creatures, the lurkers, they listened to it. He didn’t know how he knew that, but he could feel them out there, craning their necks, raising taloned hands toward that call.

—Dragon Age: Asunder, chapter 9

     As the griffon began to climb through the clouds that followed the Blight, Isseya heard a faint, strange melody seep into her mind. She had no sense of it as actual sound; rather, it seemed to come from within, almost as if she were humming the tune to herself.      She could never have imagined such a song, though. It was the most beautiful thing she’d ever heard. Aching and ethereal, it seemed to pull her toward a memory of nostalgic bliss that she had somehow lost—but that she would do anything to recover. Anything at all. […]      “What was it?” the elf asked, shaken. […]      “The Archdemon.” […]      For the rest of their ride back to Antiva City, Isseya sat small and quiet on Blacktalon’s back, unable to reconcile the horrors of the darkspawn with the sweetness of their song.

—Dragon Age: Last Flight, chapter 3

The Chorus

     The faint sounds of movement ahead got more frequent, and along with them, they began to hear a strange humming. It was deep and alien, a reverberating sound that they felt in their chests and that made their skin crawl. […]      The deep humming was coming from [the creature. It] was moaning softly, almost chanting, and this moan built upon the sounds of many others behind it in the shadows. They hummed in unison, a hushed and deadly whisper the creatures spoke as one. […]      All of them walked as calmly as the first, shambling toward them while moaning and hissing softly. The sound was loud now, reverberating around them like a physical force. […]      They watched the darkspawn advance, their weapons held at the ready. Even with their prey cornered, the creatures did not accelerate. Their hum became louder, reached a hungry, fever pitch.

—Dragon Age: The Stolen Throne, chapter 14

     Were they digging? He had the impression that the masses of them were all engaged in some sort of industry, all united in moving great portions of the rock out of the cavern and expanding it even further. Yet there were no sounds of tools crashing against stone, no hammering sounds or grunts of exertion. All he could hear was a rhythmic groan, a keening pitch that it seemed each of the darkspawn contributed to. The sound of it made his skin crawl, and he realized that the chorus in the distance responded to it. Like a cat that arched its back to meet a brushing hand it became ecstatic; it surged and almost overwhelmed his senses.

—Dragon Age: The Calling, chapter 6

The Senses

     They were more than simply skilled at fighting darkspawn; they knew them intimately. They sensed their presence, sometimes even gleaned their intent.

—Dragon Age: The Calling, chapter 4

     He could feel the darkspawn out there now. Genevieve was right. It just took some time to become acclimated. They were at the edge of his consciousness, lurking in the shadows far out of sight. It was that same feeling when someone was standing behind you, and you didn’t hear them or sense them in any way; you just knew.

—Dragon Age: The Calling, chapter 5

     Bregan closed his eyes and carefully reached out with his senses. There were darkspawn all around him. Not in the same room, perhaps, but nearby. He could feel them tickling at the edge of his mind. As always, the sensation came with a feeling of foulness, as if a poison had seeped under his skin.

—Dragon Age: The Calling, chapter 2

     “There is a taint that is within the darkspawn […] A darkness that pervades us, compels us, drives us to rail against the light. It is in our blood and corrupts the very world around us.” The creature gestured toward Bregan with a withered, taloned hand. “It is also within your blood. It is what makes you what you are, what you sense in us and we in you.”

—Dragon Age: The Calling, chapter 2

Anders: Hmm. Hawke: What's wrong? Anders: I think [the Grey Wardens are] nearby. Anders: Or it could be darkspawn.

—Dragon Age II

     The hunter had a sensitivity to the taint that went far beyond any tracking ability he might have learned during his time with the Ash Warriors. He was always the first to sense the approach of darkspawn, and he could discern between the various breeds by their scent alone. Some of the Grey Wardens even used to claim that Kell could do the same with them, sense who was who from afar just as if they were darkspawn. If so, the hunter never commented on it.

—Dragon Age: The Calling, chapter 11

     She felt Bregan out there, felt him just the same as she felt the darkspawn. Every now and again she would turn a corner in the tunnels and would feel her brother’s presence on the edge of her senses, almost as if his scent had been carried to her somehow on an invisible wind.

—Dragon Age: The Calling, chapter 15

The Dreams

Alistair: Oh… and then there were the nightmares. Duncan said it was part of how we sense the darkspawn. We tap into their… well, I don't know what you'd call it. Their “group mind.” Alistair: And when we sleep, it's even worse. You learn to block it out after a while, but at first it's hard. It's supposed to be worse for those who Join during a Blight. How is it for you? Warden: Nightmares… yes, I know what you mean. Alistair: Some people never have much trouble, but that's rare. Others have trouble sleeping their entire life. They're just more sensitive, I suppose. Alistair: Everyone ends up the same, though. Once you reach a certain age, the real nightmares come. That's how a Grey Warden knows his time has come.

—Dragon Age: Origins

     The dream, when it came, was similar to the hundreds of dreams Fiona had suffered since she’d become a Grey Warden. Before, however, it had always felt as if she was looking on the dream from afar, hazy and easy to forget. Now it was crystal clear.      Fiona stood on a battlefield littered with dead men. All of them were soldiers in heavy armor, knights wearing the griffon standard of the order. Each had been brutally slaughtered. The smell of blood and decay hung thick and cloying in the air, the buzzing sound of flies nipping at her senses.      Overhead, the sky filled with an endless, roiling black cloud. It looked like ink spreading slowly in water, a great stain that blotted out the horizon. She had been told about this. The first sign of the Blight, said the Grey Wardens, is found in the clouds. When the mighty dragon rises, its corruption touches the world and spreads.      She was alone on that field of corpses. All alone. The wind picked up, a sickly breeze that carried with it the stench of carrion. A gloom fell upon her, and she stumbled as she watched something rise from out of the field of bodies nearby. It was enormous. A great, black thing that was as cold and terrible as anything she could have imagined.      Fear pulsed through her. Her heart raced, and she looked away. She didn’t want to see it. She threw her hands up in front of her eyes not to see it. Yet still she felt it coming. Her foot caught between two corpses and made her fall back on top of them. Dead flesh pressed against her and still she covered her eyes. Still she felt the darkness surging ever closer to her.      It was coming. And it was coming for her.

—Dragon Age: The Calling, chapter 14

The Calling

Hawke: You don't look well, Bethany. Are you injured? Bethany: Injured? I have the darkspawn taint forever in my veins, barely held in check by the Wardens' rituals. Bethany: I will never be well again.

—Dragon Age II

     At first, it was just a whisper. A creak in the door hinge I could put off oiling. But soon, all I could hear was the music. It was there when I swung my staff and wiped the sweat from my brow. It lingered in Lyam's laughter and stalked my dreams. I can't explain the sound—the song—but I knew. It's a poison that grows in the mind, then consumes the body.

—[DAI: The Descent] Codex Entry: Warden Ailsa's Diary

     It scratches at my thoughts, the music almost a voice, at once unearthly and beautiful. I found myself humming it aloud a few days past. Where once it intruded, it now feels a natural part of my mind's course. It coils around memories I hold dear—training with Ser Keller, riding in the moonlight, my mother's face the last time I saw her—and inserts itself into them, so that I could almost swear that music, that sense of a presence watching and calling, had always been a part of what I remember.

—[DAI] Codex Entry: Regarding the Calling

     She had seen enough of the corruption to last a lifetime, and somewhere off in the far distance was that strange sound, the beautiful whispering.      She didn’t want to listen to it, but couldn’t help herself. She closed her eyes and tried to pick out what the whisper was saying. Was it a song? Was it a name? It almost seemed that it was calling out to her, stroking her soul ever so softly. . . .

—Dragon Age: The Calling, chapter 14

     The humming sound, however, was stronger even than before. It was no longer something muted and distant; it was everywhere. It was behind the walls and under the floor; it filled the shadows and caressed his skin. There was a terrible beauty to it now, an awful yearning that pulsated within the sound, a tugging that pulled at the edge of his consciousness and yet frightened and nauseated him at the same time.      The humming had eclipsed any sense he had of the darkspawn. Any attempt he made to reach out with his mind to sense where the creatures were found only a wall of beautiful sound instead. Like a weed, it had insinuated itself into his consciousness, blocking out anything useful.

—Dragon Age: The Calling, chapter 6

     The far-off chorus had become a powerful symphony, a great swell of beautiful music that no longer pounded to get inside his head but instead tickled at the edges of his thoughts. It was far easier to ignore, but now he found it distracting. He found himself losing his train of thought whenever he listened.

—Dragon Age: The Calling, chapter 10

     The taint fogged her thoughts a little more with each passing morning. Her diary, once a detailed chronicle of every day’s thoughts, went neglected for weeks, sometimes months. She was losing her mind.      She wasn’t the only one, of course. It had gotten harder to tell the reality of the Blight from the horrors of her dreams. Sometimes she wasn’t sure which one she walked through, or which one she fought in. The elf had learned to recognize the confusion that sometimes passed over other senior Wardens’ faces. They, too, heard the Archdemon’s song echoing through their heads, a trifle louder every night. They, too, fought to block it out and to hide the signs from their comrades…

—Dragon Age: Last Flight, chapter 21

     My body is breaking down. The fingernails were the first to go. I started to itch all over, and when I scratched, they peeled back. Clumps of hair fell away. Then clumps of flesh.      I hear a song in my head. It's deafening. The most beautiful thing I've ever heard. But I don't hear it with my ears. It's in my brain. A blissful sound. This must be the call for which the darkspawn yearn, what causes them to dig so feverishly.      I'd still rather die. Suppose that's something.

—[DAI] Codex Entry: To Be Corrupted

     His skin itched terribly underneath those bandages, but he resisted the urge to peel them off. The pain throughout his body was dull but insistent, as if his body protested against this unfamiliar movement. The sluggishness made him wary. There was a thickness to his blood, a deliberateness to his heartbeat that made him feel like something alien was crawling inside of him and sapping his strength.      […His arms] were half covered in dark blotches. At first, he wondered if that was some kind of injury, or perhaps a bloodstain. But then he noticed the texture of the skin within those discolored areas: rough and withered, just as darkspawn flesh was. […]      Every part of his skin that wasn’t covered by the greyed cloth bandages was corrupted. It was like a network of black mold working its way across his entire body, and everywhere it touched he could feel a hot buzzing underneath the flesh. It was difficult to look at.

—Dragon Age: The Calling, chapter 6

     The Architect stared into Utha’s eyes and nothing happened at first. Then black veins began to appear along her hand where the darkspawn touched her. They became darker and darker, the veins branching until her entire hand was criss-crossed with them. […]      Her flesh withered and curled, the air filling with the foul stench of decay. […]      The stain on her skin spread, crawling up her neck and covering her face. Her coppery hair began to grey, and then it became white. Her long braid twisted and curled behind her, like a match that was burning itself into a cinder. Her eyes shot open, blood red, and she opened her mouth in a soundless scream... and what wisps remained of her hair simply fell out.      And then it was done.

—Dragon Age: The Calling, chapter 16

Bonus entry that made me go "hey what the fuck"

     What I remember most is its tongue flapping against a row of spiky teeth. I'd heard emissaries possessed the ability to speak, but the words were unnatural. They twisted and lurched as they left the creature's mouth, accompanied with a spray of saliva.      "Have you ever experienced living flesh ground between your teeth?" it asked Mila before biting through her throat.

Before the Joining

[arriving at Ostagar]

Duncan: We sent a call out west to the Grey Wardens of Orlais, but it will be many days before they can join us. Duncan: Our numbers in Ferelden are too few. We must do what we can and look to Teyrn Loghain to make up the difference. Duncan: To that end, we should proceed with the Joining ritual without delay. Warden: What do you mean? What ritual? Duncan: Every recruit must go through a secret ritual we call the Joining in order to become a Grey Warden. [Non-Dalish wardens] Duncan: The ritual is brief, but some preparation is required. We must begin soon. [Dalish elf] Duncan: The Joining is what will cure you of the suffering your tainted blood surely brings you. If it had been possible, I would have done it before now. Warden: Why didn't you tell me about this cure before? Duncan: It is a secret. And it is not a simple antidote. The Joining is what will make you a Grey Warden. Warden: Why is this ritual so secret? Duncan: The Joining is dangerous. I cannot speak more of it except to say that you will learn all in good time. Until then, you must trust that what is done is necessary. [Circle mage] Warden: Is this anything like the Harrowing? Duncan: It is an ordeal. I am sorry that you must endure another so soon.

[meeting Alistair]

Alistair: Allow me to introduce myself: I'm Alistair, the new Grey Warden, though I guess you knew that. Alistair: As the junior member of the order, I'll be accompanying you when you prepare for the Joining. Warden: I can't prepare on my own? Alistair: I know. I felt the same way when I did this. Unfortunately, they don't give us much choice. Warden: What can you tell me about this Joining? Alistair: Honestly, nothing. Try not to worry about it. It will… just distract you. Alistair: So, I'm curious: Have you ever actually encountered darkspawn before? Warden: No, I haven't. Warden: Have you? Alistair: When I fought my first one, I wasn't prepared for how monstrous it was. I can't say I'm looking forward to encountering another. Warden: Yes. Just recently. Alistair: I've only fought them once up close. And that was before the battles here started… which Duncan has kept me out of so far. Tell me, did you find them as monstrous as I did? Warden: I don't know. How monstrous did you find them? Alistair: I'd read so much, but it just can't prepare you. I don't look forward to seeing them again. Warden: Hideous. Dangerous. But killable. Warden: I wasn't afraid. They die like any other creature. Alistair: You'll be at an advantage, then. Most new recruits have never even seen darkspawn.

[speaking with Alistair]

Warden: I have a few questions for you. Alistair: What about? Warden: The Joining ritual. Alistair: There's… not a lot I can tell you. We go and collect darkspawn blood, and then you'll hear everything. Warden: You're going to tell me everything. Now. Alistair: No, I'm not. So just back off, all right? The Joining is kept a secret for a reason. Warden: Surely you can tell me something. [low persuade] Alistair: I… I really can't. I'm sorry. [high persuade] Alistair: I… look, I can't tell you much, all right? Alistair: The Joining is… very unpleasant. I wish I could forget it, but I can't. I don't envy what you're going to have to go through. Warden: Thanks, I guess. Alistair: If becoming a Grey Warden were easy, we wouldn't recruit the best. Warden: I can't say I'm thrilled by the idea. Alistair: I was scared out of my wits. But you get through it. You have to. Warden: I'll be fine. Alistair: That's the spirit. Warden: What if I refuse to do the ritual? Alistair: The Joining is the price we pay, all of us, for being able to defeat the darkspawn. You can't refuse. Warden: I could run away. Alistair: I guess you could try. Duncan doesn't usually recruit cowards. Warden: But what actually happens in the Joining? Alistair: You learn why it's a secret. [Circle mage] Warden: Is it anything like the Harrowing? Alistair: I don't know anything about the Harrowing. We don't do any spells, if that's what you're asking. Alistair: You want to ask me about something else? Warden: This Blight Duncan mentioned. Alistair: Of course. Warden: How did anyone even know about this Blight? Alistair: The Grey Wardens keep watch. We… feel the darkspawn when they come. You'll understand after the Joining, if you… well, you'll understand.

[gathered with the other recruits]

Duncan: Now then, since you are all here, we can begin. Duncan: You four will be heading into the Korcari Wilds to perform two tasks. The first is to obtain three vials of darkspawn blood, one for each recruit. Warden: What do we need darkspawn blood for? Duncan: For the Joining itself. I'll explain more once you've returned. Warden: Surely you could've acquired some blood before now. Duncan: Of course. You must work together to collect the components, however. It's as much a part of the Joining as what comes after. Warden: Go into the Wilds? Isn't that dangerous? Duncan: You weren't recruited out of charity. All three of you are skilled and resourceful. Duncan: Alistair is the most junior member of our order and will accompany you as is tradition. Do not worry. I doubt you will need to go far into the Wilds to find what you seek. Warden: Finally! Some action! Duncan: (Laughs.) Without a doubt. Darkspawn aren't renowned for their willingness to offer up their blood.

[after the Korcari Wilds]

Duncan: So you return from the Wilds. Have you been successful? Warden: We have. Warden: Not that it was easy, but yes. Duncan: Good. I've had the Circle mages preparing. With the blood you've retrieved, we can begin the Joining immediately. Warden: And what if we have second thoughts? Duncan: Let me be very clear on that point. You are not volunteers. Whether you were conscripted or recruited, you were chosen because you are needed. Duncan: There is no turning back now. You must gather your courage for what comes next. Warden: I am ready. Duncan: Excellent. You will need that courage to face what comes next. Daveth: Courage? How much danger are we in? Duncan: I will not lie; we Grey Wardens pay a heavy price to become what we are. Fate may decree that you pay your price now rather than later. Warden: You're saying this ritual can kill us? Duncan: As could any darkspawn you might face in battle. You would not have been chosen, however, if I did not think you had a chance to survive. Warden: Is that why the Joining is so secret? Duncan: If only such secrecy were unnecessary and all understood the necessity of such sacrifice. Sadly, that will never be so. Daveth: Let's go, then. I'm anxious to see this Joining now. Warden: I have no problem facing what is to come. Warden: I've come this far. I want to see this through. Jory: I agree. Let's have it done. Duncan: Then let us begin. Alistair, take them to the old temple.

The Joining

Duncan: At last we come to the Joining. Duncan: The Grey Wardens were founded during the first Blight, when humanity stood on the verge of annihilation. Duncan: So it was that the first Grey Wardens drank of darkspawn blood and mastered their taint. Jory: We're… going to drink the blood of those… those creatures? Duncan: As the first Grey Wardens did before us, as we did before you. This is the source of our power and our victory. Alistair: Those who survive the Joining become immune to the taint. We can sense it in the darkspawn and use it to slay the archdemon. Warden: And if we're not sure about this? Duncan: Since the beginning, the Grey Wardens have been charged with finding those who are strong enough to attempt the Joining and recruiting them into our ranks, for the good of all. Duncan: Not all who drink the blood will survive and those who do are forever changed. This is why the Joining is a secret. It is the price we pay. Duncan: We speak only a few words prior to the Joining, but these words have been said since the first. Alistair, if you would? Alistair: Join us, brothers and sisters. Join us in the shadows where we stand, vigilant. Join us as we carry the duty that cannot be forsworn. Alistair: And should you perish, know that your sacrifice will not be forgotten and that one day we shall join you. Duncan: Daveth, step forward. [Daveth dies] Jory: Maker's breath! Duncan: I am sorry, Daveth. Duncan: Step forward, Jory. Jory: But… I have a wife. A child! Had I known… Duncan: There is no turning back. Duncan: No! You ask too much! There is no glory in this! [Jory killed] Duncan: I am sorry. Duncan: But the Joining is not yet complete. Duncan: You are called upon to submit yourself to the taint for the greater good. [Warden drinks] Duncan: From this moment forth, you are a Grey Warden.

[Warden wakes] Duncan: It is finished. Welcome. Alistair: Two more deaths. In my Joining, only one of us died, but it was… horrible. I'm glad at least one of you made it through. Duncan: How do you feel? Warden: Nothing you said prepared me for that. Warden: That was more painful than the Harrowing. Warden: The pain… that was unbelievable! Duncan: Such is what it takes to be a Grey Warden. Warden: I still can't believe you killed Ser Jory. Duncan: Jory was warned that there was no turning back, as were you all. When he went for his blade, however, he left me no choice. Duncan: It brought me no pleasure to end his life. The Blight demands sacrifices from us all. Thankfully, you stand here as proof they are not all made in vain. Warden: It's over. I'm fine. Alistair: Did you have dreams? I had terrible dreams after my Joining. Duncan: Such dreams come when you begin to sense the darkspawn, as we all do. That and many other things can be explained in the months to come. Alistair: Before I forget, there is one last part to your Joining. Alistair: We take some of that blood and put it in a pendant. Something to remind us… of those who didn't make it this far. Duncan: Take some time. When you are ready, I'd like you to accompany me to a meeting with the king. Warden: What kind of meeting? Duncan: The king is discussing strategy for the upcoming battle. I am not sure why he has requested your presence. Warden: I still feel in shock… Duncan: Death is never easy to accept, especially when it arrives in such a brutal fashion. Duncan: Honor your comrades if you wish, but know that we must press forward. Always, we must press forward. Warden: Very well. Duncan: The meeting is to the west, down the stairs. Please attend as soon as you are able.

Alistair after Ostagar

Warden: What changes about you after the Joining? Alistair: You mean other than becoming a Grey Warden? Warden: I mean what changes physically. Warden: You've been a Grey Warden longer than I have. Warden: Don't avoid the question. I want to know. Alistair: Hmm. You know, I asked Duncan this, too, and all I got was, "You'll see." Warden: He wouldn't tell you? Warden: That seems rather cruel of him. Alistair: It's not that Duncan wants to keep it a secret. It's just that the Grey Wardens don't discuss it much. I gather it's not a pleasant topic. [discussion of appetite increase] [discussion of nightmares] Alistair: Everyone ends up the same, though. Once you reach a certain age, the real nightmares come. That's how a Grey Warden knows his time has come. Warden: His time has come? Warden: What are you talking about? Warden: Bad news, I take it? Spit it out. Alistair: Oh, that's right. We never had time to tell you that part, did we? Alistair: Well, in addition to all the other wonderful things about being a Grey Warden, you don't need to worry about dying from old age. You've got thirty years to live. Give or take. Alistair: The taint… it's a death sentence. Ultimately your body won't be able to take it. When the time comes, most Grey Wardens go to Orzammar and die in battle rather than… waiting. It's tradition. Alistair: And you wondered why we kept the Joining a secret from the new recruits! There you have it. Warden: I feel betrayed. This is wrong. Alistair: You think if we asked for volunteers, that Grey Wardens would exist? Maybe a few. You wouldn't be here. Neither would I, probably. And the Blight needs to be stopped. Warden: It seems a high price to pay. Alistair: I suppose it is. We're the only ones who can stop the Blight, however. Is there a price too high to pay for that?

[another conversation]

Alistair: Will we need to start rebuilding the order? Alistair: I mean, eventually we would have to use the Joining to make more Grey Wardens, right? Alistair: But I don't know how to do the Joining, or what's involved. I know it involves lyrium and some other magic, and that's it's really difficult to prepare. But that's it.

[on the Harrowing]

Alistair: I never actually became a full templar. Duncan recruited me before I took my vows. Alistair: [to a Circle mage] I was only present during one Harrowing. That was all I needed, too. I don't know how anyone could get through that. Alistair: [to a non-Circle mage] I was only present during one Harrowing, the ritual that they test the mages with. It's not unlike our Joining, really, and… just as deadly. Alistair: The girl they tested… she had a demon put inside her, to see if she could resist. And she couldn't. We had to… end it quickly. Alistair: I have to say I didn't have much interest in becoming a templar after that.

Riordan on the Joining

[Howe's dungeon]

Riordan: I thank you for creating such distraction, stranger. I have been waiting weeks for this opportunity. Riordan: Do you think you could--Alistair? Is that you? Alistair: Who…? Wait. I do know you. You were at my Joining. Alistair: He's one of us. A Warden from Orlais. Jader, I think. Or was it Montsimmard? I'm afraid I don't remember your name. Riordan: I'm Riordan, senior Warden of Jader, but born and bred in Highever and glad to be home. Warden: Are these your papers? Riordan: Yes. These are my records. The names of the dead I could recognize at Ostagar. What I could find of Duncan's own recruitment records. Riordan: Copies of the Joining ritual I rescued from our Denerim vault. Those should never be seen by any outside eyes, but I trust in their encryption. Warden: The Joining ritual? Can you induct other Grey Wardens? Riordan: Would that I could, for Ferelden sorely needs them. Riordan: But for the Joining to work, the recruit needs not only fresh darkspawn blood, but a drop of blood preserved from an archdemon. Riordan: Ferelden's supply should have been in the vault, but it was gone. I can only imagine someone took it out and Loghain either confiscated or destroyed it.

[Eamon's estate]

[a separate version of the above branch that is very slightly different i guess] Warden: Are these your papers? Riordan: Ah! I wondered what Howe did with them. Yes. These are my records. Names of the dead I recognized at Ostagar. What was left of Duncan's recruitment records. Riordan: Some encrypted copies of the Joining ritual that I retrieved from our Denerim vault. Those, at least, ought to have stayed private. Warden: Then you know how to perform the Joining? Riordan: Knowing how, I fear, is not enough. For we would need not only fresh darkspawn blood, but a single drop of the blood preserved from an archdemon. Riordan: Ferelden's supply should have been in the vault. It was not. I imagine Duncan had it with him at Ostagar, and Maker knows where it is now.

[the Landsmeet]