She came from the Alamarri who became the Avvar and the Chasind, so it goes that their god's did not help. Their gods being spirits. I imagine that helped a great deal with all that came after in the making of a Chantry in her image, when their magic involves spirits, after rebelling and pushing back Tevinter. [The Chantry says many things etc.] 'Tis easy to call a person mad if they do it in their sight, or to shut a person away that they might not hear or mistake a voice for some darker thing come whispering in their ear while the Avvar are far from them now, knowing a thing for what it is.
[Maybe Andraste met a spirit who claimed to be something else, who knows. Who truly knows, and that is what Morrigan is getting at with all of this: if there is a god, then what is it, is it a thing all of them have shaped themselves collectively through the years, through decades, centuries, millenia?]
The Old Gods whispered to the magisters of Tevinter once. The Old Gods who then became Archdemons who rise to head each Blight. I have seen an Archdemon rage during the Fifth Blight, Urthemiel once the Dragon of Beauty, for all of them are twisted, a corruption of what they once were same as the Taint befouls their former nature. Blood magic and death will thin the Veil, and certainly there has ever been plenty of that ever since the magisters began their works, Kirkwall in particular. There is always a truth in a tale. I grew up daughter of a legend who lives still and told her truth to me, I know well enough to peer through the lies that build up through time to know that some seed of truth allowed them to grow. [Talking of the Blight unsettles her now, she's more eager to talk about Haven.
Talking about insufferable scholars almost dying is preferable to a great many things, she's found.] They called themselves the Disciples of Andraste and believed her to be a High Dragon. That and they planned to kill a scholar - Genitivi, he's written a great many works, fortunately the Hero was present to put an end to that. [Morrigan sounds disappointed, they could do with fewer Chantry scholars attempting to 'see beyond the lens of their faith' or however they put it. That's when the eyes glaze over because the faith is there, omnipresent, beating you about the head throughout the text.] Dragons are beasts but for those I have spoken of, the Old Gods and the Archdemons. My mother though she is something...other. [Less comfortable with that, the reason she even asks any of this is to track the woman down. Flemeth would be smiling throughout.] Those who were acted upon, we shall say, to be used, perhaps not as the Old Gods but a good touchstone to start, I doubt the magisters have ever cared who they killed unless they lacked the next shipment, the dragons even less.
The Chasind are similar but different, I grew up near but separate. [Alone. Isolated. Looking in.] They cling to it, it allows them to blame others. The elves. The Qunari. All of Tevinter. Any others with a faith not strong enough. All heathens. But if man made him, then perhaps man cannot unmake him yet, perhaps man does not have the will for it is built too deep in too many for too long.
this got away from me, sorry!
[Maybe Andraste met a spirit who claimed to be something else, who knows. Who truly knows, and that is what Morrigan is getting at with all of this: if there is a god, then what is it, is it a thing all of them have shaped themselves collectively through the years, through decades, centuries, millenia?]
The Old Gods whispered to the magisters of Tevinter once. The Old Gods who then became Archdemons who rise to head each Blight. I have seen an Archdemon rage during the Fifth Blight, Urthemiel once the Dragon of Beauty, for all of them are twisted, a corruption of what they once were same as the Taint befouls their former nature. Blood magic and death will thin the Veil, and certainly there has ever been plenty of that ever since the magisters began their works, Kirkwall in particular. There is always a truth in a tale. I grew up daughter of a legend who lives still and told her truth to me, I know well enough to peer through the lies that build up through time to know that some seed of truth allowed them to grow. [Talking of the Blight unsettles her now, she's more eager to talk about Haven.
Talking about insufferable scholars almost dying is preferable to a great many things, she's found.] They called themselves the Disciples of Andraste and believed her to be a High Dragon. That and they planned to kill a scholar - Genitivi, he's written a great many works, fortunately the Hero was present to put an end to that. [Morrigan sounds disappointed, they could do with fewer Chantry scholars attempting to 'see beyond the lens of their faith' or however they put it. That's when the eyes glaze over because the faith is there, omnipresent, beating you about the head throughout the text.] Dragons are beasts but for those I have spoken of, the Old Gods and the Archdemons. My mother though she is something...other. [Less comfortable with that, the reason she even asks any of this is to track the woman down. Flemeth would be smiling throughout.] Those who were acted upon, we shall say, to be used, perhaps not as the Old Gods but a good touchstone to start, I doubt the magisters have ever cared who they killed unless they lacked the next shipment, the dragons even less.
The Chasind are similar but different, I grew up near but separate. [Alone. Isolated. Looking in.] They cling to it, it allows them to blame others. The elves. The Qunari. All of Tevinter. Any others with a faith not strong enough. All heathens. But if man made him, then perhaps man cannot unmake him yet, perhaps man does not have the will for it is built too deep in too many for too long.