Ferelden. A dark and foreboding place, where death and violence lurks in every shadow. A troubled world, where even the brightest light can often find itself extinguished by the ever encroaching darkness.
Civilization has fought for many centuries to hold the shadows at bay, but even now the mighty walls of Ostagar are beginning to crumble against the onslaught of an ancient threat. The darkspawn have returned again to bring their taint to the land, and this time, their ancient adversary, the Grey Wardens, have been left neglected by a complacent world that felt they no longer needed them. The fate of the world hangs in the balance, as these mighty warriors again take their place on the front lines against the Blight. But powerful as they are, their numbers have dwindled, and the time is near that a champion needs to step forward from their ranks and lead them to victory. But will the success of this Grey Warden ensure a new, brighter future for Ferelden, or be the first bloody step into a more perilous future?
"The Fereldans are a puzzle. As a people, they are one bad day away from reverting to barbarism. They repelled invasions from Tevinter during the height of the Imperium with nothing but dogs and their own obstinate disposition. They are the coarse, willful, dirty, disorganized people who somehow gave rise to our prophet, ushered in an era of enlightenment, and toppled the greatest empire in history.
"One can assume a few things in dealing with these people: First, they value loyalty above all things, beyond wealth, power, and reason. Second, although few things in their country are remarkable to outsiders, they are extremely proud of their accomplishments. Third, if one insults their dogs, they are likely to declare war. And finally, one has underestimated Fereldans when he thinks he has come to understand them."
"You know, one good thing about the Blight is how it brings people together. "
"The creatures of Ferelden are both fascinating and diverse. It is a most difficult task to describe a world teeming with life, yet bristling with death. A continent flowing with denizens that simultaneously inspire awe and terror in the same breath, Ferelden is a breeding ground for unholy creatures of the utmost devilry. Each with a capacity for violence, and a tendency to stalk even the most protected of shadows."
"Here, we're among family. We look out for each other. Here, we do what we can to remember the old ways. The flat-ears who've gone out there, they’re stuck. They'll never be human, and they've gone and thrown away being elven, too. So where does that leave them? Nowhere."