Urn Of Sacred Ashes Dragon Age

Sereda sent Elissa, Alistair, Kallian, and Zevran down the right corridor, and Daylen, Morrigan, Theron, and Leliana down the left. These cultists, at least, were all armed soldiers. After the events of the town, she almost took a bit of pleasure from fighting these ones. What kind of madmen used children and farmers as the first line of defence?

1. Dragon Age Origins The Urn Of Sacred Ashes
2. Dragon Age Urn Of Sacred Ashes Puzzle

They regrouped behind a door. It took Daylen and Theron a couple minutes to puzzle out how to open it.

Next Main quests Landsmeet Prev Main quests Urn of the Sacred Ashes Description: This quest will appear on your list of assignments after you've successfully completed Arl of Redcliffe mission. In order to move on with the main plot you'll have to complete three other primary quests - Broken circle, Nature of the beast and Paragon of her kind.

'What the hell are those?' Faren called out.

'Ash wraiths,' Daylen replied. 'It's a demon that made it's physical body out of ashes instead of…'

'Daylen, not really the time!' said Sereda.

'Oh, right.' He sent a wave of ice at the oncoming creature. Kallian's sword shattered the thing.

'It's really quite fascinating,' said Daylen. 'Instead of inhabiting a corpse, it forms a quasi-material body out of what it finds. I once heard about one made entirely out of mould in…'

'Daylen…' Saitada sighed. 'Can we expect more?'

'Um, yes. Probably.'

'Can you tell us anything helpful?'

'They don't burn. At least, not the ones made of ashes, I don't know about the ones made out of mould. And they flow apart and re-materialize, get behind you.'

'Watch your flanks, people.'

Wynne and Daylen healed them before they moved on to the second level. Alistair was complaining about the scent of burned hair, and Elissa was assuring him that nobody would even notice. Sereda looked from Daylen to Leliana. 'Any ideas what else we can expect?'

'This is nothing like a true Chantry,' said Leliana. 'I do not know.'

'There is magic here. A strangeness to the Veil.' Daylen shook his head. 'It is likely what drew the wraiths.'

Sereda started to nod, then caught a strange expression on the face of the swamp witch. 'Morrigan, something you would like to add?'

'These cultists… I believe they are using a form of blood magic. It enhances warriors, makes them stronger, and nearly immune to pain. They will not be subdued.'

'Yeah. Noticed that,' said Theron, wincing.

Sereda sighed, then nodded. 'Might need to send an army back up here one day. All right, let's keep moving.'

'Ar tu na'lin emma mi,' Theron called out as he flung the dragonling off himself. 'Ma halam!'

'I think they like you, they must have a taste for Dalish,' said Faren.

'I hate you,' he said, accepting the hand up from Leliana. 'Where did those things come from?'

'Well, when a mommy dragon and a daddy dragon love each other very much…' said Kallian.

Theron stared at him in disbelief. Kallian gave him a shrug and an innocent look. Theron shook his head. 'Da'mi, emma shem'nan.'

'I think he just threatened me,' said Kallian. She looked at Zervan. 'Did he just threaten me?'

'Don't know, but I would have thought that the threat would sound more threatening if it was in English.'

'Stop having fun,' said Sereda, her lips twitching. 'And Faren, stop playing with the… what are you doing now?'

'Skinning the drake the blacksmith at Denerim said he needed more to complete my order.'

'I… can you do that later? After we've dealt with the cultists trying to kill us?'

He nodded, and picked his sword back up.

'Stop! You will go no further.' The man who led the group of cultists was large, and clearly thought of himself as intimidating.

After her company of the past few months, Elissa was less than impressed. 'Oh? Is that so?'

He sneered at her, and spoke in a voice he obviously intended to be commanding. 'You have defiled our temple. You have spilled the blood of the faithful, and slaughtered our young.' He gestured at the body of one of the dragonlings. 'No more. You will tell me now, intruder, why you have done all this. Why have you come here?'

Elissa glared at him with determination. 'Tell me your name, and I will tell you why we are here.'

He narrowed his eyes. 'I am Father Kolgrim, leader and guide to the Disciples of Andraste. Kill us, and you will face Andraste. She will smell our blood and the blood of her children on you and Her wrath will be great.'

They all looked at each other, clearly the man was deranged. Faren spun his finger around his head, indicating that he believe that Kolgrim was a few screws shot and he was probably right.

Theron frowned. 'Children? You mean the dragons? Is Andraste a dragon?'

For some reason this infuriated Kolgrim. 'She is so much more. She is even more glorious than all the Old Gods combined!' He turned his back on them and flung his arms is the air. 'The prophet Andraste has overcome death itself and has returned to Her faithful in a form even more radiant then you can imagine! Not even the Tevinter Imperium could hope to slay Her now. What hope do you have?'

Sereda was looked quite worried. No doubt she believed that they had destroyed the Ashes with all judging by their ranting. 'And what has happened to the Ashes?'

Kolgrim frowned. 'They are still in the temple, but why do you need ashes when we serve the risen Andraste in all Her glory?'

Daylen noted the distain in his voice. 'So you can give us the Urn then?'

'So you are after the Ashes. Hmm…' He looked at them thoughtfully. 'Perhaps there is a way for you to make up for your transgressions of our home and temple.'

Sereda didn't trust this man one bit. 'Could you be more specific?'

'Perhaps through Andraste's mercy, Her greatest enemy will become her greatest champion.'

Elissa shook her head and drew her sword. 'No, your Andrate will fall before us, as others have.'

He threw back his head as he shouted. 'To arms, my brethren! Andraste will grant us victory!'

He swung his battle-axe at Elissa, but she blocked it with a sword, the three soldiers next to him charge that. However, Alistair, Kallian and Zervan blocks their attempts and Theron and Leliana fired their arrows before the two mages could cast spells.

Elissa quickly pulled away and dodged Kolgrim's swing and stabbing through the chest with a blade. He then fell to the ground as blood rushed out of his body.

'So much for negotiation,' said Faren.

'That man was a zealot,' said Theron.

Faren nodded. 'And a crazy one, he actually believes that Andrate came back from the dead and took the form of a dragon.' He then grabbed Kolgrim and swung it around. 'Still he has a good taste in axes.' He then gave his greatsword to Sten. 'Here you keep it, I've got a new best friend.'

Sten just took it emotionlessly and that was probably his way of saying thank you.

A few minutes later they were running for their lives.

Sereda growled. 'Kallian, when I say things like 'let's not come to the attention of the dragon' and 'maybe summoning the demon isn't a good idea', does your brain even register the statements?'

'I… uh… am going to have to say no,' said Kallian, her face pale as the dragon circled overhead.

'You just saw a gong on a mountainside and just had to ring it?'

'I was curious.'

'Stone, here it comes. Get down.'

The flaming breath of the dragon was mostly blocked by her shield. She had to get it off her arm as the metal heated and seared. 'Run for… Elissa, what the do you think you're doing!'

She ran atop some of the broken columns. As the dragon came around for another pass, she leaped from the tallest and came down on the dragon's back, driving her sword into its neck and hanging on. Instead of searing them with another blast of flame, the dragon roared and landed, throwing its head back as it snapped at her.

'Attack,' said Sereda, adjusting her plan. She drew her sword and charged in. The dragon hissed and clawed at them. It's tail swept across the field, sending Sten and Faren tumbling into a snowdrift. Alistair darted in, and the dragon knocked him over and pinned him with one foot. Theron fired an arrow into it's mouth as it bent to deliver a killing bite, and it leaped backwards. Kallian yanked Alistair out of the way.

Elissa climbed its neck and held on as it swung its head from side to side. It raked across the field again with its claws, narrowly missing Sereda. And then Elissa drove her sword into its head, just behind the eye. As the dragon began to thrash, she let go and tumbled lightly to the ground, then continued until she was out of range of its stomping feet. It took a few moments, but then it went still, collapsing into a heap.

Wynne knelt next to Alistair as Daylen went to check on Sten and Faren. The rest of them just stared. 'You killed a dragon,' said Kallian.

'It was trying to kill us,' Elissa replied.

'Salroka, you jumped on the back of a dragon, climbed its neck, and stabbed it in the brain,' Faren gasped.

'It seemed a good idea at the time.'

Sereda just started to laugh. 'Elissa?'

'Yes?'

'You're my kind of woman.'

'Why thank you.'

They came to another set of giant doors. Unlike the others, these appeared to have not been opened in some time. 'Sereda?' Daylen called from where he was talking to Theron.

'Yes?'

'Inside, we will likely be tested. I don't know what we will face, but it won't be easy.'

'If it were easy, I would be worried,' said Kallian.

'I'm just saying that it's probably more dangerous than the dragon cultists.'

Sereda nodded, then looked over the others. 'Sten, Zevran, Wynne and I will go first. Elissa, you take Alistair, Faren, and Kallian. Daylen you head up the third team. Morrigan, Theron, and Leliana.' She strapped her shield back to her arm. 'If these ashes exist, we only need a little. Elissa, give us ten minutes, then follow us in.'

Sten pushed open the doors with a small grunt of effort. Wynne's face was almost reverent as she used her magic to make the crystal on her staff glow with a soft white light. Zevran looked a bit reluctant to enter, but followed them in.

A man, his armour styled differently than any she'd seen thus far, stood before another door. His head came up as they approached. 'I bid you welcome, pilgrim.' His solemn voice had a curious undertone to it.

'Who are you?' Sereda asked.

'I am the Guardian, the protector of the Urn of Sacred Ashes. I have waited years for this.'

'For someone to take the Ashes?'

'No one can take the Ashes. They belong here. It has been my duty, my life, to protect the Urn and prepare the way for the faithful who come to revere Andraste. For years beyond counting have I been here, and shall I remain until my task is done and the Imperium has crumbled into the sea.'

'Will your task ever be done?' It must be some kind of spirit, or perhaps a golem of strange nature. She wondered if they were going to have to fight him. A part of her did not want to know.

'I do not know, and I do not question.'

She sighed. 'Let's not waste time. How do I get to the Urn?'

'You have come to honour Andraste, and you shall, if you prove yourself worthy.'

'I need the Ashes to cure a noble man.'

'Still, you must prove yourself worthy. It is not my place to decide your worthiness. The Gauntlet does that. If you are found worthy, you will see the Urn and be allowed to take a small pinch of the Ashes for yourself. If not…'

'All right, let's get this over with then.'

'Before you go, there is something I must ask. I see that the path that led you here was not easy. There is suffering in your past—you're suffering, and the suffering of others. Bhelen's machinations led to Trian's death and your exile.' Sereda felt a chill go down her spine as the guardian spoke. 'You allowed this to happen. Do you think you failed Trian?'

She had, for a long time. That time had passed. 'No. I could not have known that was what Bhelen had planned.'

She thought she saw a gleam of understanding in the guardian's eyes as it replied. 'Then you do not dwell on past mistakes—neither yours, nor someone else's.'

'Parshaara. Leave the past where it falls.' Sten nodded to her.

The guardian turned his gaze on the qunari. 'And what of those that follow you?'

'Demand whatever answers you want, spirit.'

'You came to this land as an observer, but you killed a family in a blind rage. Have you failed your people, by allowing a qunari to be seen in that light?'

'I have never denied that I failed.' Sten's voice was blunt and flat.

The guardian turned to look at Wynne. 'Ask your question, Guardian.' She gave him a respectful nod. 'I am ready.'

'You are ever the advisor, ready with a word of wisdom. Do you wonder if you spout only platitudes, burned into your mind in the distant past?' His voice held a small note of accusation. 'Perhaps you are only a tool used to spread the word of the Circle and the Chantry. Does doubt ever chip away at your truths?'

Wynne's face remained calm. 'You frame your statement in the form of a question, yet you already know our answers. There is no sense in hiding, is there? Yes. I do doubt at times. Only the fool is completely certain of himself.'

'And the Antivan elf…'

'Is it my turn now?' Zevran shook his head, his expression showing a trace of annoyance. 'Hurrah. I'm so excited.'

'Many have died at your hand. But is there any you regret more than a woman by the name of—'

'How do you know about that?' Zevran's expression was startled, his eyes wide. Sereda made a mental note to mention this to Kallian.

'I know much; it is allowed to me. The question stands, however. Do you regret—'

'Yes. The answer is yes, if that's what you wish to know. I do.' He shook his head flippantly. 'Now move on.'

'The way is open. Good luck, and may you find what you seek.'

'You abandoned your father and mother, leaving them in the hands of Rendon Howe, knowing he would show no mercy. Do you think you failed your parents?'

Elissa's voice shook. 'Yes.' She swallowed. 'I should have defended them to the death.'

'Thank you. That is all I wished to know.'

Alistair put a hand on her shoulder. 'You are too hard on yourself. No one's perfect.'

The Guardian turned his gaze. 'Alistair, knight and Warden… you wonder if things would have been different if you were with Duncan on the battlefield. You could have shielded him from the killing blow. You wonder, don't you, if you should have died, and not him?'

'I…' He sighed. 'Yes. If Duncan had been saved, and not me, everything would be better. If I'd just had the chance, maybe…' Elissa reached for his hand, and he closed his fingers around hers.

'You rose above your caste to become a Grey Warden, but you left behind your family who relied on you. Tell me, pilgrim, did you fail them?'

Faren shook his head. 'No. Even if I'd stayed, they would still be miserable.'

It then turned his eye upon Kallian.

'By the time you reached Shianni, she was broken, brutalised. You were too late. Tell me, pilgrim, did you fail Shianni?'

'Yes. I should have run faster.'

'The way is open. Good luck, and may you find what you seek.'

Theron caught a glimpse of Elissa's group going through the door. He took a step towards the man standing there, then looked at Daylen. Daylen gave him a nod as he bent to briefly examine one of the bodies that lay on the floor.

The guardian spoke when Theron approached, telling him of the gauntlet. Leliana's face held a combination of nervousness and exhilaration. Theron felt apprehensive. There was power here, he could feel it. But if this was a place of the Maker, then… The guardian's voice drew his attention back.

'Tamlen was one of your tribe—a blood brother. You left him in the ruins, left him to his fate. Tell me, pilgrim, did you fail Tamlen?'

Of course he'd failed Tamlen. 'Yes. I could have pulled him away from that mirror.'

'You could not have known what would happen,' said Leliana to him. 'You did what you thought was best.'

The Guardian looked at her. 'And you… why do you say the Maker speaks to you, when all know that the Maker has left? He spoke only to Andraste. Do you believe yourself Her equal?'

'I never said that! I—' Her face was indignant.

'In Orlais, you were someone. In Lothering, you feared you would lose yourself, become a drab sister, and disappear. When your brothers and sisters of the cloister criticized you for what you professed, you were hurt, but you also revelled in it. It made you special. You enjoyed the attention, even if it was negative.' Theron narrowed his eyes at the guardian, and briefly considered punching it in the face as it kept speaking.

'You're saying I made it up, for… for the attention? I did not! I know what I believe!' She glared.

It turned to look at Daylen. 'Jowan was discovered by the Templars. You were helping him. Tell me, do you think you failed Jowan?'

'Yes.' Daylen's voice was blunt. 'There must have been something more I could have done.'

'Thank you. But all I wish to know.'

'Is there any religion that does not thrive upon guilt like glutton at his lunch?' said Morrigan. Her question was more pointed to Theron, who just shrugged. 'No? I thought not.'

'And you, Morrigan, Flemeth's daughter… what—'

'Begone, spirit. I will not play your games.'

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'I will respect your wishes.'

Theron sighed. If he'd have known it would do that… He took Leliana's hand as they went through the door.

'Greetings, my exiled sister.' Sereda just stared. Trian stood before her. His lips curled in that stupidly comforting sneer of his as he continued to speak. 'I would lament your fate, but why should I? You have been cast out to walk the surface, whereas I… hmph…' His face relaxed into a smile. 'But I am too hard on you. Bhelen made fools of us both. Were I a spectator, I would applaud him for his clever manipulations.' He gave a regretful sigh. 'However, I find it hard for me remain… unbiased in this regard.'

'Bhelen betrayed us both.'

'But the betrayals of Orzammar do not weigh down your steps. You have not faltered, and I am proud of you.' He held out his hand, and something gleamed within it. 'Take this, and use it well. I give you this… and my blessing.' He smiled as she took the amulet from him. 'Remember me.'

She watched as the image of her brother faded away. She slipped the amulet around her neck, and continued on.

It was perhaps for the best that the next room contained something to hit.

Elissa gasped as she saw her father standing there and tears ran down her cheek. 'My dearest child…'

'Father?'

Sadness filled his voice. 'You know that I am gone, and all your prayers and wishes will not bring me back. No more must you grieve, my girl. Take the pain and the guilt, acknowledge it, and let go. It is time. You have such a long road ahead of you, and you must be prepared. And so I leave this in your hands…' He held out an amulet to her. 'I know you will do great things with it.'

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She held the amulet as her father's form faded away. Alistair put his arm around her shoulders, and a moment later, she felt Faren and Kallian hugging her as well. The four of them stood there, mutually embracing for several moments before moving on to the next room.

Leliana almost seemed to enjoy the riddles. She chatted about the various figures as they moved to the next room. Daylen allowed Theron to take the lead, because he knew what would come next and Theron had to contend with his guilt more than anyone else here.

They came through the door and a Dalish man stood there. He looked at Theron. 'It's so cold here, Brother. Do you feel it? That chill eat at my bones.'

Theron just stared at him eyes widened. 'Tamlen? Is it really you?'

Tamlen smirked and folded his arms. 'You think: 'This cannot be Tamlen. Tamlen is gone; he is only footsteps in the dust.' His face then became serious. 'I am Tamlen, and yet I am not. I am part of the Gauntlet and part of you.'

Theron looked away. 'I wish I could have told Tamlen that I try to find him.'

'Something is lost can never be found, some mistakes never unmade. Those that survive must go on living. You have suffered enough, thinking that you could not have done something. It is time to leave that behind.' He held something out and he took it. 'Take this. It is nothing compared to the cracks of our fathers, but it should serve you well. I wish you well, my friend and for the hardship you have to endure.'

Before Theron could ask what he meant he faded. Leliana wrapped her arm around his and gave them a very sympathetic look.

They found Daylen stepping over corpses that… looked remarkably like the four of them. Morrigan watched Daylen walk towards the next door, a curious expression on her face. Then she followed. Theron and Leliana exchanged another look, then followed as well. Theron glanced at the corpse that looked like Daylen as it began to fade, then back at the living version.

Sereda felt like punching Zevran as they all stripped to cross the fire. The elf wasn't even bothering to hide his leer. She was about to say something, when Wynne 'accidentally' dropped her staff onto his head. Zevran winced and grumbled.

The Guardian reminded her that they were permitted only a pinch as they redressed. She carefully put the ashes into a small paper envelope, and tucked that into a small silk pouch Wynne provided. She saw the expression on the woman's face, and suggested Wynne be the one to carry them. Wynne's smile nearly split her face in two.

They exited the temple to wait for the others.

Elissa was not going to look down. Looking down would be foolish. She could trust her companions. Kallian was smart, much to her annoyance, she'd figure out the puzzle. Looking down would serve no purpose at all. She heard Kallian direct Alistair to stand on a different spot, and then the stone in front of her became solid. She stepped out onto it, and looked down. 'Maker's breath.'

'Don't look down,' Alistair called to her.

'Focus!' Elissa yelled back.

'Okay, Faren, move to that one. It should get her all the way across.'

'Should?' Elissal shot the female elf a glare. 'What do you mean should? Could you be a little more certain?'

'No,' Kallian called back. 'Though since I don't see splattered qunari anywhere, I have to assume the others made it across.' She stopped, then frowned. 'Unless it really is a bottomless pit.'

'You are not helping!'

Faren stepped onto the tile, and sure enough, the next stone became solid. Elissa ran across. As soon as her feet touched the other side, she breathed a sigh of relief and looked back. All the stones were solid now, and the others quickly joined her. Alistair threw his arms around her. Faren and Kallian made cheering sounds, and Elissa held out her hand in a rude gesture. Alistair blushed and let her go.

Daylen walked around the side, stepping on each of the tiles as he went. Theron watched as the stones faded in and out. 'So… who wants to walk across the bottomless chasm while the rest of us try to make a path?' Theron asked.

Morrigan started to repeat Daylen's actions on the other side of the pit, and then suddenly cried out a protest. Theron swung his head around to see Daylen leaping from the side to the platform. He landed in a crouch, then looked at the path. It was glowing now, solid.

Theron tested the path gingerly, and then walked across, followed by the two ladies. Leliana glanced at him. 'Let's not do that again,' she said.

Daylen just raised an eyebrow that dared them to try. 'I thought you of all people would be would find these tests enjoyable,' he said as he opened the door.

Morrigan shook her head and laughed fondly. Theron shook his head.

They walked into the next room to see a wall of fire.

'How are we supposed to get through that?' Theron asked.

'I don't know, I don't believe that any eyespot I use will have any effect on these claims,' said Dayeln.

Leliana was examining an altar. 'Cast off the trappings of worldly life and cloak yourself in the goodness of spirit. King and slave, lord and beggar, be born anew in the Maker's sight.'

'So what does that mean?' Theron asked though we had a feeling what it meant.

'I believe we need to undress.'

'I hoped you wouldn't say that.'

Morrigan sighed, and began unfastening her skirt. Daylen began removing his robes. Theron sighed and looked across at Leliana. She shrugged, and they began taking off their own gear.

'Anyone makes a remark about it being cold in here, I am going to shoot them,' said Leliana.

'We're about to through a wall of fire, I doubt we would get cold,' Theron chuckled.

He gave Leliana a wink, and she blushed. Then after taking a few deep breaths they began stepping through the flames.

The Urn of Sacred Ashes is the 20th episode of Dragon AgeSeason 1

CreditsEdit

MainEdit

• and Theron Mahariel

Also StarringEdit

• Marjolaine
• Brother Gentivi
• Bryce Cousland (Vision)
• The Guardian
• Tamlen (Vision)

DeathsEdit

• Marjolaine
• Several Haven citizens

TriviaEdit

• This episode is the last physical appearance of Theron Mahariel, however he has a voice only role in the final episode of the season, but appears in this episode for a final appearance due to the death of the character.
• Theron is the second main character to die in the series
  • He is the second main character to die in Season 1