What man can compare with a God?
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What man can compare with a God?
Chantry Statuary
By Nick Thornborrow
The compelling thing about Mythal and Elgar’nan is that, on paper, they’re actually a great match. I mean, it’s bad for everyone around them, but internally it works. A spirit of benevolence would want to team up with a spirit of tyranny.
Benevolence is kindness from someone with power over you. Obviously it’s better to be kind than cruel, but benevolence requires people to get their kindness from a specific source, which can be cut off at any moment.
You’re relying on the evanuris to keep elvhenan livable and not blighted. You’re relying on your mother to protect you, because she chose to raise you in a place where a mage child can’t go to other adults. There has to be an extreme power gradient somewhere in there, otherwise it’s just regular kindness, not benevolence. Likewise, if someone else can come in and compel the powerful to behave appropriately, that’s not benevolence either, that’s following the law. Benevolence needs mortals to believe in the divine right of kings, whether they be all powerful god-kings or the tiny kings of a city, town, or family, because without kings it ceases to exist.
When Mythal blows her stack at the idea of not having gods, that’s not Retribution talking, that’s Benevolence protecting its territory.
Item Lore from Warrior Gameplay Trailer
Images below the cut, they are images of item/weapon/armor stats with their lore blurbs. I am only transcribing the name, item type, and relevant lore. I'm not including the stats or damage as those aren't the focus of this.
Andrastian Statues
The purpose of this collection of statues is to show the Andrastian style depending on the region, the details in it, and how this may or may not influence other statues we saw in game. I also attempt to recollect some interpretations of them, although most of them are mostly based on speculations.
The current post contains the following set of statues:
Ferelden Style: Pre-Divine Andraste, Chasind Andraste, Ferelden warrior protector Andraste, The Maker, The Dwarf [?], Rider Maferath [?], Masferath Repentant, Hanged Masferath, Other Statues.
Orlesian Style: Rustic Maferath, Hessarian, Andraste; The Orlesian Warrior Andraste, The Stylised Orlesian Andraste, The Orlesian Andraste, The Orlesian Maferath, The Orlesian Havard, and the Orlesian Hessarian; The Weight of War
Free Marches Style: The Free Marches Hessarian, The Free Marches Andrastian Warriors [?]
Unknown Style: The Skull with sword, The Guide, Guardians of the Path / The Watcher.
[This post belongs to the series “Analysis and speculation of Statues”]
In fiction, especially in fantasy stories, there are several ways in the universe past is treated.
It can be completely explained in detail from a starting point to "present" day, it can be shrouded in myth and legend, with what actually happened being very hard to piece together, like a song of ice and fire, or everything people thought they know about history turns out to be wrong, like the Stormlight Archives.
Dragon Age has elements of all 3, depending entirely upon which part of history we are talking about, and what characters.
However, onebrather unique way it handles this kind of writing is the Story of Andraste.
While the games, books or other media of Dragon Age always keeps the question of whether or not she really was divinely blessed, whether her maker was real or invented by her to justify her message, and whether this maker if he be real was actually the creator god of this universe or just a stupidly powerful spirit, deliberately vague and without an answer, in most other regards Dragon age takes the unconventional approach that it gives us a lot of the answers from day one during the trip through the Temple of Sacred Ashes, and only then has characters in-universe hotly debate the topic of her life, while we, the reader, sit with all the answers and can judge it for ourselves.
Maferath, Andraste's Husband
Maferath is treated astonishingly well by in universe historians considering how badly he fucked everything up.
This is the man who turned his wife over to the Tevinter Imperium in exchange for a poorly planned peace deal, and then rather than at least try to keep the nation him and his wife built together, divided it up amongst his sons, shattering any semblance of unity Andrastianism had after Andraste's death, and setting the stage for the dozen lesser states of modern Southern Thedas, the tyranny of the chantry, and the Tevinters continued existence.
And yet in universe historians try to rehabilitate them, the same way real historians try to rehabilitate objectively terrible monarchs like King John of England, or ancient massmurderers who they claim didn't really commit their murders despite all evidence to the contrary.
Maferath reason for turning over Andraste must have been because he thought their strategic position was terrible as a result of Andraste's actions, and so in the aftermath of Andraste's greatest victory, he made a deal to consolidate their gains, at the cost of his wife's life.
Nope, he did it because he was couldn't handle the fact that for all his military genius, it was Her who rallied the people together, it was her who everyone loved, and if total victory was achieved, it was no doubt going to be her who would get all the credit, while he would be a footnote.
And so he betrayed her to get her out of the way in a manner that would still allow him to become famous and celebrated, all the while making an absolutely terrible peace deal.
The fact was there was no such thing. There was no great plan. No idea of making himself into a target everyone of his own people could hate and rally against.
He was simply a terrible politician with a fragile ego, and a big complex about being seen as the best, biggest, and most impressive man around, who couldn't handle the fact his wife was more important than him, and so he threw everything away on a terrible peace deal, when his wife was at the tipping point of destroying the Tevinter Imperium, and forging a new super state composed of all her followers... And then he stupidly broke the empire apart so each of his sons could be king in their own right.
All so he could attempt to become bigger an more loved than Andraste, when it's very clear that she was the political brian in this union, and he an utter fool in anything that wasn't battle.
Shartan, Thane of all Elves
Shartan is speculated to be many things, his history is forgotten, buried, rewritten and so on.
Some historians try to say he never existed. Others that one, single elf could never have achieved so much success on his own, there must have been more than one man who took the name, a bunch of rebel leaders who created a legacy for themselves.
Some claim he was won over by andraste's charm and converted to the maker. Other's that he must have been Andraste's lover for her to favor him so.
In his death some say he was slain defending Andraste, others that he fought his way to her pyre and died there, while one claim that he died besides her at a pyre of his own is dismissed as obvious fiction.
The reality is that Shartan was indeed a man, did indeed rally the elves to Andraste's cause, but was never a true friend of Andraste. His and the Prophet's alliance was one of convinience, in his own words "the enemy of my enemy is my friend", and they did indeed have a shared enemy.
His motivation had nothing to do with the maker, and everything to do with his dream, his dream that his people would one day have a home of their own... But he was betrayed, just Andraste was.
And through the witness of the spirit carrying the memories of Hessarion's wicked and evil wife, we learn what became of Shartan. He and all of Andraste's Warleaders(Except for Maferath) was publicly executed by fire.
Shartan did indeed die on a pyre, right besides Andraste, but there was not sword of mercy for him. He died slowly, and painfully, and ultimately forgotten, just like the other warleaders.
Another soul lost to Maferath's betrayal.
Hessarion, The Lying Archon
Hessarion claims to have heard the will of the maker in Andraste's final moments, and used that as justification for his converting the entirety of his Imperium to the chant.
But this is a lie.
Whether he truly believed in the maker later in life, or not, Hessarion did not hear a voice from above telling him to kill Andraste. He did it for no other reason than that he could not bear to see the woman in pain and suffering, and so, acting on that impulse, he ended her life quickly and decisively rather than leave her in pain.
Hessarion built his ultimately doomed reforms of the Twvinter Imperium on complete lies about a holy vision from God. Whatever his intentions, it was built on a big, fat lie, not true, genuine belief in a higher calling.
Cathaire, the Witness
Historians claim that Andraste's miracle might not even have happened, that the Barbarian Queen merely took advantage of good fortune, but those who were there knew the truth.
For as the original Cathaire tells, the Barbarian Horde witness the fire of the sun coming doen to the Earth, scorching the land, inflicting such a destruction through fire and drought that the Imperium's entire harvest was gone, and so their armies could not march to fight Andraste's army.
And only then did the heavens open up, and create such a flood, that all that yet remained in the lands they passed were washed away like filth.
Whether it was though the will of God, her own incredible magic, or some mighty spirit's work, Andraste's miracles were real enough, and they brought her and her armies through to victory, all the way to the gates of Minrathous, where the betrayal from inside did what no Tevinter armies or spells could defeat.
Brona, the Seer and Mother
Much and more has been said of Andraste's visions, wheter they were real or not.
But what we do know, is that there was one close to her, who saw her future through the gift of magical and/or divine foresight.
Brona her mother, as her child slumvered beneath her heart, had a vision that told her of her daughter's life, and how it would end... Something she tried, and failed to stop.
The ability to divine the future is not unheard of in the Dragon Age universe, as shown with Flemeth, but as proven by Players chaoice in their actions, the future is rarely set firmly in stone.
Hawke will make the world shake before them... Provided of course they aren't killed fighting a Demon in the Fade.
Flemeth foresees her own death at the hands of the Warden, and takes steps to avoid it, but the Warden can choose to spare her life instead.
Compare the fickle, and uncertain nature of those predictions, with Brona's stonehard vision of her daughter's entire life from childhood to death, and it becomes clear that whatever force it was that defined Andraste's life, it was something with immense power, unlike mayhaps anything else seen in the series.
Fic: into His light
They are coming home.
DRAGON AGE | ANDRASTE/MAFERATH/THE MAKER | WORDS: 535 | RATED: G (AO3 LINK.)
At first, there is pain behind comprehension: steel rending flesh, the body’s mortal coil severed.
And then, for a fleeting moment in time and an eternity, there is nothing. Nothing more than Silence.
When he opens his eyes, he sees his Beloved before him. She is ethereal, glowing: as always, She is radiant as the day they had met; as radiant as the day She had burned.
He is overcome once more by the urge to apologise profusely, prostrate himself at Her feet, beg Her for Her mercy. But what use would it be? What good would come of it? Mere words could not possibly explain his decisions, and especially not his mistakes.
He has no explanations left to give but the excuses he has given Her already. Readying himself to try again anyway, She instead silences him by intertwining Her fingers with his own. A gentle squeeze of his hand.
“The suffering of our people has been abated,” She begins, “and your role has been performed to perfection.”
“They think me a coward, a fool, a traitor,” Maferath spits. He cannot forget how the steel of their sons’ blades had sliced through his chest and punctured his heart. “And they would be right.”
His Beloved slowly shakes Her head. “They knew not the sacrifices that were asked of us. Of you. But one day, the day when my song reaches all corners of the world, they will understand as I do.”
“Do you?” Maferath answers numbly, still feeling undeserving of Her affection. "Understand?"
“I always have,” She promises, thumb rubbing reassuring circles against his skin. “Unaware of the details as I might have been, I always kept faith that you would do whatever was necessary to protect our people.”
Doubt floods his chest as it so often does these days, his heart forever heavy since the moment of his betrayal. “But how can you be so certain?”
As soon as the words escape his lips he realises that he has always known the answer.
That She has always known the answer.
“You know how,” Andraste answers, and in that moment, he feels it: Her presence, Her presence radiating the warmth of Her funeral pyre.
He feels like he is burning with Her, but he still doesn’t let go of Her hand.
“Now walk with me,” She commands, leading restlessly as always. “There is someone I want you to meet.”
As always, Andraste leads and Maferath follows, but the pain and resentment he had once harboured in Her shadow has been absolved.
Hand in hand, they begin their journey into the Maker’s light, to bask in the splendour of their divine Creator.
Under his once-mortal skin, there is a humming. Growing, intensifying, like the vibrations of a well-contented cat.
“I have been kept waiting,” booms a voice beyond comprehension; it rattles off the non-existent walls, reaches to them, through him, and beyond.
It is a tone, an admonishment. It should shake him to his very core and yet it fills him only with serenity and peace.
Devotion and love.
Clarity and certainty combine in perfect chorus: this is the place they have always truly belonged. They are not leaving, but returning.
They are coming home.