The Apocrypha of Intaku
First Parchment from a Tevinter Ruin
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Forgive me brothers for I write with trembling hand...
That posterity may know that we...yes even we once were mortal
In these final hours before we open the gate,
Let it be known that this knowledge derived from Dumat's very flesh
Turned mortal men into gods
To breach the Golden City with blood...
And with blood the promise of liberation
I cannot tell what we shall find when we enter
But to secure this knowledge, Intaku's liberation is now bound to Dumat and his kin...
Estatis Horume...
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Second Parchment from Chantry Archives in Denerim
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The reward raised by Dumat called for great sacrifices
Sacrifices required for great achievement
And ah! The deeds we performed to come to this place...the
massacre of elves, the harvesting of blood...
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Third parchment, harvested from the carcass of Urthemiel
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Saratas came to me in the last hour, seeking to know if I would withdraw,
"Lord Intaku" he says " I sense the touch of doubt in your disposition, the signs of a wavering will..."
His concern touches me, I am moved.
"Alas my apprentice, a strange foreboding hews close to my chest and gnaws away like a cankerworm. I do indeed fear the unknown"
"Will you tell the others?" Saratas asks
"To what end my boy? There is no glory in withdrawal, along that path lies old age, decay and regret. While the golden city holds a promise of immortality."
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Fourth parchment. Purchased from a Dragon Cult in Haven
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Ah, hear, hear... the secret sign. Our call to assembly.
Oh seed of infernal doubt
Why pass your excrement upon my soul?
Have my eyes not seen the works that Dumat has wrought
Have we not tested his counsel again and again?
Why persist in tormenting me?
Fear and doubt forever separate men from glorious destinies.
I shall not fall to this weakness , I must go to my destiny
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Scattered Fragments
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Behold this last cry as I am consumed
We were cast out! Lord we were cast out...
We defied the nature of things and failed a simple truth.
The abode of mortal man is not in heaven
Now we are doomed.
Our very flesh is corrupted by the world we once ruled
Cursed breath, let all be warned!
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Scattered Fragments II
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We departed Minrathous in dead of night, accompanied by trusted captains for protection
Onward to the old encampment where two nights prior, we had massacred elves, women and children alike.
There were soldiers everywhere and with them the foul odor of battle
Vile acts took place here, evils without a name. Rape, plunder, torture, murder.
A multitude of souls torn from the world by force
Dumat revealed no other way, we were to cause a tear in the veil by any means we could.
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Scattered Fragments III
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Word travelled fast around the camp that Tevinter lords had come in person to boost the troops, after such a great battle had been fought and won.
The soldiers swarmed around our party filled with drunken mirth.
"We want a speech , and blessings to crown this victory" they cried, their cheers filling the air with a ghoulish din.
And so the Archon gave a speech to great effect
He told the gathered men that they had vanquished the scourge of Elven filth, and as compensation for their service to Tevinter the land so liberated was to be divided among all soldiers who risked life and limb.
The camp erupted with rejoicing at this news, but the Archon raised his hand,
"There is but one more thing."
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Scattered Fragments IV
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"This piece of earth, the very soil upon which you all now stand, still bears the burden of foul Magic.
The crowd recoiled with a collective gasp
"Yes indeed" the Archon bellowed in a voice that belied his age "did you assume your enemies will leave a parting gift?"
"Elven enchantments exist here, concealed within this soil to curse, possess and to plague your inheritance..."
"The Forgotten Ones!" A soldier cried somewhere in the crowd as unease began to spread.
"Aha...perhaps you have even heard their names, "Anaris, Gelduran, Daer'thal. Perhaps you have heard it in the whispered curses of the dying"
Sensing the onset of panic, the Archon once again raised a timely hand.
"Fear not my brethren...for your Magisters are here to serve. We stand with you, far from gilded halls of Minrathous, buried in filth and the stench of death. We stand with you to expunge this threat
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