Dragon Age Origins: Shadow of the Blight
I am Ben-hassrath, the heart of the many. Guardian of the Qun and protector of the Qunari, the nation that must be. Some say we are simply enforcers, who keep the Qunari in line, but that is a lie. We are the soul of the Qun. We keep the spirit alive and protect it. From both outside and from within. Not every Qunari agrees, nor do they always do what is best for all; and so we are there to remind all of our common goal and to ensure righteous application of the Qun.
The Qun is discipline and order, though that is not to say the rule of the Qun is military. We are governed by the Triumverate, three individuals that represent a perfect trinity; Arishok the body, Arigena the mind, and Ariqun the soul, a whole that the three complete, the three pillars of Qunari society. Likewise, all things in this world have a nature, and all must come together to form a proper order. A person is born. He does not choose that. The size of his hands, whether he is clever or foolish, the land he comes from, the colour of his hair. These are beyond his control. We do not choose. We simply are. The Qun teaches us what it is to be, asit tal-eb.
Not so among the bas. They do not know who they are or what they are for. The tamassaran see that all Qunari know themselves. Consider the Karasten. They are soldiers, the Qun makes it so, they can never vary from that assigned path, never be other than they are meant to be. But they are free to choose within that role. To accept and succeed or deny and die. Glory is clear and defined. It is an undeniable certainty. They choose to be. As do we all, long before any of the meaningless freedoms of the basra vashedan are presented. Noone has power over what they are. Only what they do.
There is no rescue from duty to the Qun. The Qun is the true source of morality, and all societies that reject it will live in debauchery and suffering. To bring these societies to the Qun is to liberate them from their own self-inflicted torment. To abandon the Qun is to embrace weakness. As such, we lose nothing when weakness abandons the Qun, instead it is the Tal-Vasoth who have lost themselves.
And yet what of the Sten? He speaks of one who is Basvaraad in Ferelden. A Grey Warden who defeated the blight. But this troubles me. The Sten spoke of things which seem like nonsense to Qunari. And yet the Sten calls this human Ashkaari. How can this be so? What wisdom does this Basalit-an know that the Qun does not teach?
Wisdom is like breath. All have it, but none other can give you theirs. In every moment of eternity there is a chance to find it. You have only to reach for it. You may find wisdom, but only if you seek it.
There is wisdom found in doubt, for doubt is the path one walks to reach faith. To leave the path is to embrace blindness and abandon hope of understanding.
And so I must go. I must embrace this path and seek out this Basalit-an, this Hero of Ferelden, and find answers for myself.
Anaan esaam Qun!