This is why I thought the ancient elves were behind it. Solas tells us these (fake gods) mages were going to destroy the world. The DA2 clip tells us the Dalish didn't get it all wrong. Solas did play both sides. We know Old Gods are dragons.
Cory thought Dumat Old God Dragon wanted him to enter the Golden City. Was Cory tricked and it wasn't Dumat? Are Old Gods the forgotten ones?
Well,....it's not the first time someone tried to get humans to g to the golden city.
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Second stanza:
Thelm Gold-Handed, fingers greasy, jeweled rings
with glitter shone,
Took in tribes in times of trouble, fed them fat to
weaken bone.
Warriors great and great in number, sun-kissed
swords to fight his wars,
Drake-scaled shirts their bodies covered, heart-wine
stained the salty shores.
Told his tribes a tale of treasure, over sea to north
it gleamed,
Whispered words to drive the droves to golden city
where he dreamed.
Counseled quick in dreams alone,
Voices wiser man ignores,
Pushed the tribes until they screamed,
Heed the dreams and cross the Waking.
Third stanza:
Honey-tongued was Thelm to Tyrdda, gifts of gold and
steel to start,
Wanted Tyrdda's men for warriors, stolen tribe from
stolen heart.
Cold, her tribe, the Gold-Hand counseled, lean from
winter's wind-knife chill,
"Be my bride and cross the Waking, eat the gilded
city's fill."
Tyrdda Bright-Axe, fraught with fury, crystal axe-
head stirred to blaze,
Heeded well her leaf-eared lover, unabashed by
lustful gaze.
"None shall break my tribe apart,
Not with demon-words that kill,
Fear my fury's fiery rays,
Dream-words lie, their thirst unslaking."
Fourth stanza:
Tyrdda Bright-Axe, Thelm Gold-Handed, battle
brought with blade and ax,
Thelm in mail and shields of silver, shining sheen to
turn attacks.
Blade of dragonbone, now blooded, warrior throats
wrung raw with cheers,
Tyrdda stands, her bright ax blazing, leg still
weeping battle-tears.
Bright the ax of leaf-eared lover, laughing lady of
the skies,
Fire flares as Thelm Gold-Handed, honey-tongued,
repeats his lies.
"North to warmth, and golden cities,
Whispers speak in Dreamers' ears!"
Silver scorched, the liar flies
On raven's beaks, to dream unwaking.
Fifth stanza:
Tyrdda Bright-Axe, bold and bloodied, took her tribe
from placid plains,
Tribes with blades by farming blunted chased and
fought, their parting pains.
To the mountains, shorn of shelter, snow-slicked
peaks gave wind its bite,
Found a cave to save her tribe, but dragonfire lit the
night.
Beast no blade could break came roaring, mountains
slipped their winter gown,
Tyrdda shouts to leaf-eared lover, "You I chose above
a crown!"
Lightning split the spitting rains,
Sundered over prideful heights,
Dragon fell in rubble down,
Crashed and crushed in earth's mad shaking.
.............
This was from before tevintor was around.