To all Theodesians…
He was what he was. A man. A demon. A mage. A maleficar.
…I leave this message in the hopes that you will know…
Lover of an assassin . An arcane warrior, taught by a being long forgotten.
…that I go willingly into the darkness…
A supporter of King Bhelen Aeducan; usurper of Pyral Harrowmont.
…As I take the plunge of faith over a bloody cliff…
Savior of the Dalish clans in the dark Forests; scourge of the werewolves.
…to search for a solution to the madness the world has fallen to…
Peace-bringer of the Circle of Magi; unwilling aid to the Templar Order.
…know that I do this with whole mind, if not body…
Foe of many, friend of few.
…If I am not found within a year…
Arl of Amaranthine.
…my Crow will know the way…
Slayer of the Architect.
…To my dear companions…
Subject of a dark ritual.
…my purpose in this world is not yet fulfilled…
Elementalist. Herbalist. Poisoner. Hero.
…I go in the hopes of saving this world from itself.
He was
Daylen Amell
I am ruled by no one.
A solitary tear rolled down the cheek of the only one privy to the message at the moment. With a murmur of prayer, a choked sob, and a flicker of fire, the Hero of Ferelden vanished into the night.