Did you collect all the Tyrdda Bright-Axe codexes? Did you do the mission to get her “axe”? If so, good, because you just completed one of the most important lore portions of the game.
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Tell the tale of Tyrdda Bright-Axe, mountain maker,
Andraste was known as the Maker’s bride.
Free, her people, forged in fastness, made in
mountains, hardy hide.
Andraste freed her people and then led the tribe in battle.
Wise in wisdom, calm in counsel, great in gifts her
Sacrificed she did to spirits, took their teachings,
Andraste was said to connect with the Maker after sacrificing her tears for 30 nights.
Bright her axe, unbreaking crystal, stirred to flame
when temper flies,
Her axe was actually a staff. We find this out during the mission. Some believe that Andraste was a powerful mage.
Gifted from her leaf-eared lover, laughing lady of the
Andraste was believed to be involved with Shartan, an elven warrior, who may also have been Solas…
Bested blades of all who tried,
Maiden, spurning all requests,
Tyrdda Bright-Axe, Dreamer’s Eyes.
Dreams often refer to the fade…
Thelm Gold-Handed, fingers greasy, jeweled rings
with glitter shone,
Took in tribes in times of trouble, fed them fat to
Andraste was said to have been wed to a warlord–this could be a reference to him. He would eventually betray her.
Warriors great and great in number, sun-kissed
swords to fight his wars,
Drake-scaled shirts their bodies covered, heart-wine
stained the salty shores.
Told his tribes a tale of treasure, over sea to north
Whispered words to drive the droves to golden city
where he dreamed.
Counseled quick in dreams alone,
Voices wiser man ignores,
Pushed the tribes until they screamed,
Head the dreams and cross the Waking.
Honey-tongued was Thelm to Tyrdda, gifts of gold and
steel to start,
Wanted Tyrdda’s men for warriors, stolen tribe from
Here you can see that he was clearly courting her for marriage.
Cold, her tribe, the Gold-Hand counseled, lean from
winter’s wind-knife chill,
“Be my bride and cross the Waking, eat the gilded
And finally he directly says he wants to marry her.
Tyrdda Bright-Axe, fraught with fury, crystal axe-
head stirred to blaze,
Heeded well her leaf-eared lover, unabashed by
“None shall break my tribe apart,
Not with demon-words that kill,
Fear my fury’s fiery rays,
Dream-words lie, their thirst unslaking.”
Tyrdda Bright-Axe, Thelm Gold-Handed, battle
brought with blade and ax,
We know Andraste fought many battles.
Thelm in mail and shields of silver, shining sheen to
Blade of dragonbone, now blooded, warrior throats
wrung raw with cheers,
Tyrdda stands, her bright ax blazing, leg still
Bright the ax of leaf-eared lover, laughing lady of
Lady of the Skies is said to have been one whom Andraste followed.
“North to warmth, and golden cities,
Whispers speak in Dreamers’ ears!”
Golden cities… Dreamers’ ears… these are all the fade.
Silver scorched, the liar flies
On raven’s beaks, to dream unwaking.
Tyrdda Bright-Axe, bold and bloodied, took her tribe
from placid plains,
Tribes with blades by farming blunted chased and
fought, their parting pains.
To the mountains, shorn of shelter, snow-slicked
peaks gave wind its bite,
Found a cave to save her tribe, but dragonfire lit the
Beast no blade could break came roaring, mountains
slipped their winter gown,
Tyrdda shouts to leaf-eared lover, “You I chose above
She chooses her lover over potential fortune. It’s worth it to note it’s never been clear how Shartan and Andraste’s relationship existed when she was married… these stanzas could actually explain the situation much better.
Lightning split the spitting rains,
Sundered over prideful heights,
Dragon fell in rubble down,
Crashed and crushed in earth’s mad shaking.
Tyrdda Bright-Axe, proud her tribe, free from fallow
Built in battle, fed on fighting, strong from struggle
did they grow.
Here she actually meets with the dwarven tribes.
Deep in caves, the stone-men tribe, Hendir’s warriors,
stout and strong,
Met the tribe with axes ready, armor gleaming, sword-
Battle was about to happen, but it appears her lover talked her down.
Spoke with Tyrdda did her lover, gentle whispers soft
Dwarven hearts were sundered, simple, still with
honor. Thus she bade:
“Let the tribe the dwarf-men know,
In their caves, where they belong,
Not with battle but with trade,
Hendir’s dwarves, give peace unbreaking.”
Tyrdda Bright-Axe, Dwarf-Friend Chieftain, with her
leaf-eared lover lay,
Woke she did to love-sweat morning, lover gone in
light of day.
Her lover mysteriously disappears one day… as Solas likely would, if he was Shartan.
Dream-words whispered, spoken soft, still the silence
crushed and crashing,
Dead her tribe, unless a child could keep her line in
She is forced to find someone else to keep her line intact.
Aval’var, so named the lover, called “our journey,
yours and mine,”
One day child of Tyrdda’s blood, Morrighan’nan, in
strength must shine.
Oh yeah that child will be a powerful mage totally named Morrigan.
Lover’s whispers to obey,
Hendir, dwarf-prince, friend in passion,
Babe produced to serve the line,
The Avvar tribe, her name, our taking.
But it’s noted multiple times she didn’t love the father, she still loved her leaf-eared lover.
Tyrdda Bright-Axe, Avvar Chieftain, strong her tribe
with dwarven trade,
Battles brought to men and demons, won with wisdom,
fire, and blade.
Then did Tyrdda look to Hendir, dwarf-prince friend,
Took her freedom, Hendir glad, wished her what he
could not give her.
Chose her child to stand as chieftain, after all last
wrongs were righted,
Gifted goods of worldly want, left her tribe no more