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I recently read an interesting article than conjectured that playing a game like DA:O is like an incarnation - a life lived in a different reality. Following that reasoning, I thought it would be fitting to create a place where our incarnations could be honored and our legends told. Like stories shared around a campfire, I think it would be fascinating to hear the path each of us took and where it led us. Of course, this implies that if you haven't yet finished the game, you may want to return later so that your own legend is not compromised by the material within.

Please feel free to related your story in any way that makes sense to you: in first person or third, as an adventure or obituary, as brief or as long as you like...

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My name is Ayejsha of Ferelden, a mage of the Circle. After surviving the Harrowing, I made a fateful choice to help my friend Jowan and his love Lily. Though I was ultimately betrayed, this opened my path to becoming a Grey Warden. I fought and witness the horror at Ostagar, rescued a Mabari war dog and named him Rokthor, freed Sten from his cage, sided with the mages to quell the abominations within their midst, became an Arcane Warrior, killed Flemmeth, preserved the sanctity of Andraste's sacred ashes, killed the High Dragon, and (with some reservations) allowed Brother Genitivi to reveal the presence of the sacred ashes to the world. I returned to Ostagar to ensure the proper burial of King Cailan and to avenge his death, freed Shale and helped her remember her heritage, saved Arl Eamon and his son Connor and destroyed the desire demon without quarter or negotiation. I fought with the militia at Redcliffe, bedded Leliana and Zevran, fell in love with Alistair, sided with Harrowmont, killed the deranged Branka without hesitation, and destroyed the Anvil of the Void. It was my privilege to bring healing to the Dalish and remove an ancient curse from the werewolves, help a Grand Oak find his acorn, expose the slavers at the Alienage, help Sten retrieve his sword, encourage the dwarf Dagna to study at the Circle, take Alistair to meet his shrewish sister, allow Wynne to wash away her only regret, intimidate Leliana's former mentor, and assist Oghren with getting laid.

I have only two regrets. The first is that I never see the healing of the Circle. The second is that I was... selfish in my relationship with Alistair. It would have been easier for him, in the end, if I had hardened him against what was to come. But I was unable to do this... to destroy that part of him that was innocent and tender. In fact, I was unable to do this with any of my companions because if price of victory was our humanity, then what was it exactly that we were fighting for?

I bested the paranoid traitor Loghain at the Landsmeet and killed him, honored my promise to Anora and joined her with Alistair, and... though I cared for her a great deal and was sorely tempted, I refused to perform the Dark Ritual with Morrigan. Though an untainted Old God may have been a benevolent thing, I was unwilling to trust that all our sacrifices would not be undone by a person who was so secretive and so beguiled by power. I was saddened at her leaving because, though Morrigan and I were polar opposites, in one way we were exactly the same: we never allowed emotion, attachment, or situation to dictate our course or cause us to waiver from our ultimate goal.

My watchwords were honor, compassion, and service. I chose to give my life in the service of these ideals.

In war, victory
In peace, vigilance
In death, sacrifice

For a completely different take, I was tooling around on another site and found this hilarious post by DoctorDogGirl:

I played a Rogue and pretty much acted like a charming self-interested [person] who nevertheless always said the right thing at the right time (which is no different from saying the right thing at the right time but "KNOWING" my motivation made it fun).

* I am now the King of Feldarin.
* Keeping Leliana on the side
* Slept with Morrigan who has my demon child (and is my ex-girlfriend)
* The Urn of Sacred Ashes is now a tourist site I'll tax to death.
* The Dwarves are enjoying newfound prosperity with their ruthless caste-hating King.
* Al killed Loghain and got his revenge.
* The Circle of Magi are on the road to recovery.
* Broke the Curse on the Werewolves but was sorely tempted to let Winterfang wipe them out in hope of Dryad sex.
* Made a lot of friends at every dark level of society with the Anti-Templar mages, the Blackstone Irregulars (Blackwater FTW), and the criminal underworld of Denarian.

In retrospect, I'm really a Human Male version of Bhelen.

This and more can be found here: [Dragon Age] Your Ending

Born to the dalish elfs Jaivyn the most cunning and agile of his clan. His life was good and he cared for all in his small clan "even" if he ocasionaly didnt do what the keeper told him to do. One day while escaping from his duties Jaivyn encountered three peasants that where being chased by his childhood friend tamlen. his friend pleaded to kill the peasants but befpre jaivyn spoke his word the peasant told them of a cave with a monster. Jaivyn disposed of the peasants with his friends and headed for the mysterious cave. There they encountered a mirror, curiosity overtook both and Jaivyn fell uncouncius, he awoke days later with his clan, he was told that tamlen was missing and that a grey warden saved him together with friends he looked for tamlen, he refused to give up swearing to find his friend, he was taken to the grey wardens where he became fast friends with alistair, they survived the battle at ostagar, and with the help of morringan who soon stablished a romance though it was fast over, since both did not see eye to eye, jainvyn saved the sten and took leliana as a lover after morrigan, his dog Flakky, he spared the assassin zevran only for missing being in the company of an elf, he became fast friend with all of his companions even after his bitter breaking up with morrigan, jaivyn encountered the golem shale and help her.
he even became friends with the dwarf ogrhen.

his first stop out of nostalgy was to the dalish elf where afeter much pondering and fighting came to a peaceful cunclucion, from there he assisted the mages saving them from the templars, he sided with prince bhalen and slayed the twisted branka. in redcliff he assisted the militia and manage to save the arl son and wife, he spared the blood mage.

he discovered the past of wynne. helped zevran deal with the crows, put an end to leliana chased, he spared flammeth thinking she is better than morrigan and would no do something foolish, found while strolling sten sword, helped hook up ogrhen with a barwench arg! traveled to the deep roads with shale and even took alistair to his sister hardening him.

he made anora and alistair reach an agreement to marry, he personaly slayed loghain. took his chance with morringan fearing for his life and not wanting to sacriface alistair, and took comfort and even dread that flammeth would soon ripe her sowings.

lol! Loved the bit about the dog Flakky.

Who am? Rather, who was I? I am aware, that is what I am… Aware that I now wander the fade, crossing over onto a former reality, if for just a piece of what was lost. I am bitter in my death, though my death was my choice. It was to save my love, pure and true. I see him still… Doth he too see me? He cries at night on occasion. And it is for me, does he cry. I can sense his pain, no his despair. Reaching out I touch your face, though you cannot feel my touch… Cannot feel my warmth… What would have been my love? Had you slew the beast, what would have been? Would I have become what has become of you? A question, I cannot answer. I shall banish it from my mind… Banish it from my mind and say onto you: Alistair my love, forget me not. I live through you, and through you do I retain a sense of who I was.

I was a Magi of the Circle and you a Templar. But that was the half of it, wasn’t it my love? You were of noble and human blood, and I was of elven decent. Who would have thought, and elven mage in love with a human templar? Us I suppose… You stayed by my side, protected me when I was weak. You were always there to bandage my wounds and I to tend to yours. You always protected me, perhaps in the end, this is why I protected you my love.

The trials we faced, were trials of fire, blood and sacrifice. With you by my side, my knight, my love, we were unequalled in combat. My heart, dare I say, was only rivaled with purity, by yours. We banished the evil threatening our land, protected the weak, we were a force of righteousness for the people of Ferelden. Our journeys took us deep in the mountains, into the depths of the darkroads. It took us to the far reaching Elven lands. We sowed our righteousness everywhere in between. Yet now here we are. You the King of Ferelden, and I, a wandering spirit. A spirit that shall wait all eternity for her knight. Look for me in your heart, and you shall always find the strength to persevere.

Shrouded in mist doth I stand,
A spirit to wander the broken land.
The sacrifice made to save them all
My duty was such, I answered the call.
-Kalye of the Circle of Magi