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[lordsaren101]

Since we have unequivocally established that Dumat is the greatest ever. Anyone have any thoughts on the reveal that Razikale is an old goddess?

[Lady Artifice]

Since we have unequivocally established that Dumat is the greatest ever. Anyone have any thoughts on the reveal that Razikale is an old goddess?

 

Razikale is the second greatest ever and always has been.

 

The new lore for her is, so far, one of my favorite parts of the DLC. 

[Lumix19]

Er, wasn't Arlathan destroyed by the elves themselves?

Dumat wiped away Barindur so not a single stone of that great city was left.

Since we have unequivocally established that Dumat is the greatest ever. Anyone have any thoughts on the reveal that Razikale is an old goddess?

I dunno I still like Urthemiel the best but whatever. I'm pleased and kinda surprised about Razikale. I thought the whole thing about the Old Gods were that they were all male, so they were definitely different from other normal dragons. But I did always think that they should have had an Old Goddess and anything that fills in detail on the pantheon is good.

[Uccio]

Since we have unequivocally established that Dumat is the greatest ever. Anyone have any thoughts on the reveal that Razikale is an old goddess?

What reveal?

[lordsaren101]

Well up until the DLC, all the old gods were referred to as males. It's nice to see that there is a goddess amongst them. Mystery is a fitting title for her. 

[Uccio]

Hmm, that does sound cool. Any indication of actual presence (in the lore)?

[myahele]

Barindur seems more like it "disappeared" due to a failed magical experiment/ explosion

[lordsaren101]

@ Ukki, The only presence is through writings at her temple and the usual ruins and Mystery associated with any ancient Tevinter ruins. She does not appear or influence anything directly, appropriately she is a mystery.

 

@Myahele, There was no experiment or explosion. The high king of Barindur, Carinatus insulted Dumat directly and paid no reverance to him or his high priest. He believed himself to be a living god, and his decadence was legendary. Shortly thereafter the entire city and all of its people vanished as if they never existed at all. Not a trace remained, no debris, no charring, nothing, Dumat blinked them out of existence. He left only a small pathway leading to it's former location and appropriately...Silence.

 

 

 

Praise be to Dumat.

[Giton]

I thought Solas alludes pretty strongly that Barindur got buried by a volcano Vesuvius style.

 

Also, Dumat, your priest does have a flair for theatricality you should better appreciate. See also Dr. Faustus:

 

Where is it now? ’Tis gone; and see where God

Stretcheth out his arm, and bends his ireful brows!         

Mountain and hills come, come and fall on me,

And hide me from the heavy wrath of God!

No! no!

Then will I headlong run into the earth;

Earth gape! O no, it will not harbour me!         

You stars that reign’d at my nativity,

Whose influence hath alloted death and hell,

Now draw up Faustus like a foggy mist

Into the entrails of yon labouring clouds,

That when they vomit forth into the air,        

My limbs may issue from their smoky mouths,

 

So that my soul may but ascend

[. . . ]

O soul, be chang’d into little water-drops,

And fall into the ocean—ne’er be found.        

My God! my God! look not so fierce on me!  

 

(Marlowe's Dr. Faustus, closing scene)

[lordsaren101]

Solas spends alot of time trying to discredit everything non elven. He is a trickster, Fen'Harel. HE is nothing compared to Dumat.

 

Nice poem.

[Giton]

It's the best poem. DUMAT, YOU SHOULD LOVE IT. An unspeaking God striking terror into mortal souls. It's right up your alley.

[lordsaren101]

It's the best poem. DUMAT, YOU SHOULD LOVE IT. An unspeaking God striking terror into mortal souls. It's right up your alley.

 

It's the best poem. DUMAT, YOU SHOULD LOVE IT. An unspeaking God striking terror into mortal souls. It's right up your alley.

 

I agree, just change out the word god for Dumat.

[Uccio]

Praise Dumat!

[Commander of the Grey]

Just showing my support! You guys/gals are awesome! And no, don't try to convert me. I'm Team Elven Glory.

I am interested in learning why both the Elven Pantheon and the Old Gods disappeared at the same time.

[lordsaren101]

The elven pantheon disappeared much sooner if I remember correctly. The old gods didnt disappear, those that have been freed from the archdemon taint, which i believe is a part of Dumat's grand plan...more on that later...are still around. Thedas just chooses to villify them and worship a non existent Maker.

Hail Dumat!

[lordsaren101]

Silence...it is all they shall hear. They pray no longer, their world is decadence and corruption given form. Since the dawn of time I have watched and shaped this fledgling world to my will. I am the alpha and the omega. They exist because I have allowed them to exist and should I so desire such, they will end.

 

They questioned me before, they denied my existence and my power...scoffed at my faithful. My response was SILENCE. They drunken revelry ended in fire and death. Barindur, they believed their city a jewel and it's inhabitants believed themselves to be above the gods, above me. I could tolerate no such blasphemy. As they filled themselves with food and drink and made love with their faces I darkened the skies. Fear filled them, the music and joy ceased. All eyes turned towards the sky. I rumbled the dead mountain and buried their city and fire, smoke and ash. The people cried out but were silenced instantly, I turned them into dust. Nothing remains of those who once mocked the gods...NO....mocked me. 

 

For a time they paid tribute and prayed once again, as if I needed their petty devotions. As with all good things in mortal hands, over time their faith degenerated into political gain. I commanded my brethern to silence. No more prayers would be answered unless I deemed it so. Seven of them, high priests dedicated to our service concocted a ritual of blood and magic. They sought to enter the fade, a realm they incorrectly believed us to inhabit. We are greater than the fade, we are a realm so far beyond comprehension that they could not even fathom. These magisters or so they called themselves breached the fade. They walked physically into the city of gold. It was never gold, that was an illusion that their minds perceived. The city is a repository of corruption and and malfeasance. When they entered this place they unleashed corruption on the world, malice given physical form. The Blight. Make no mistake, this blight is my creation, it is my wrath upon them for their arrogance. I cast them down. Not the Maker, me. I had sealed our physical manifestations beneath the world, to slumber in silence until I deemed the timing right. 

 

I allowed the blight, to bring death and misery to them, and I allowed it to corrupt my sleeping body and others after me. When faced with certain annihilation they united in a manner never before seen. They cast aside petty squabbles and old meaningless rivalries. I relented my assault, and let them believe they had figured out a way to stop the blight. They called them Grey Wardens. In truth they are nothing more than corrupted fools fighting against time before they too become what mortals have termed darkspawn. I allowed them to defeat me. For a time the world was calm, but mortals are fickle and petty. 

 

In no short order they resumed their bickering and wars broke out. Even more abhorrent a new false cult worshipping this so called Maker. There is no "Maker" it is a foolish concept. A mortal, a mage gifted with magic...Razikale's gift to mankind, took up arms in the name of this false maker. She called herself Andraste, a wrectch. She claimed to be the bride of this non entity and led the rabble of a crumbling empire against their masters. Such blasphemy could not go unpunished so I had her own mortal husband betray her to Hessarian. She was burned alive at the stake. Her soul is mine now, devoured and twisted for all eternity for her crimes against me.

 

How does Hessarian repay my kindness in saving his vile little kingdom? He renounces us! He installs this false faith. Our temples and servants are massacred and murdered. Our temples looted. As if such mortal offenses truly mattered, but it is the arrogance of them that grieves me most.

 

They now villify us, they claim their Maker imprisoned us for stealing his worshippers. The gall. Each blight a subtle reminder or our rage. Mythal and Fen'Harel play childs games, their schemes insignificant in the scheme of worlds. As if I would ever allow their people to reclaim anything. I saw them torn down by their own misdeeds. Their "gods" power feast for my own eternal might. Mythal thinks herself betrayed? A god does as he wishes. I took her power power and the immortality from her people. Now she schemes against me no doubt, thinking what I wonder? That she might escape my notice and my wrath, as if I could not see her machinations as plain as day. The last time she and her cohorts thought themselves my equal I tore the essence of their immortality and very racial memories from their people. I smited their entire civilization to ruin. All that remains are crumbled structures littering the landscape their purposes and names long forgotten. Their people are slaves, those who are not and try to find their old ways wander endlessly in the world, nomadic savages soon to be extinct.

 

I digress, it is men who now have my ire. Razikale and Lusacan still slumber beneath the earth. The rest have been released and wait now for what is to come. They believe us only seven, but in truth there are eight. Draconis remained "awake". Physically watching the world and intervening where I deemed it necessary. It is he who allowed the wardens to know the locations of our "prisons". He has taken many forms over time, always watching, leaving our mark where needed.

 

The world has teetered on the brink. My "servant" nearly destroyed all in his madness. Corypheus now has what he wanted. He is mine now and he will serve for all eternity, his godhood a cruel jest. A Dragon corrupted with red lyrium? As if my true form or power could ever be replicated or fathomed. What Hubris. 

 

I am Dumat! The time for my return is at hand. All of mortalkind will gaze upon my form in reverance and fear as my wings block out the very sun itself! Silence is returning. The time for their humility and repentance now. Those who are wise enough or still remember have seen the signs.

 

They will beg their Maker to save them, but his nonexistence will shine through. They will cry for Andraste. She can do nothing but writhe in the eternal agony which is her reality. None can challenge or stand against the will of Dumat!

 

Silence is here..........

[Loyal Tevinter]

Blessed are you, Dumat, silent and strong, secret and wise!

[lordsaren101]

Dumat hears the calls of of his faithful. All others will be trapped in a realm of perpetual silence. Dumats slaves for all time.

[Jedi Master of Orion]

That's an awful lot of talking for someone who is supposed to be a god of silence.