FANDOM


Gurd Harofsen, called 'The Cutter', Wyvern-slayer, lowland-bane, begs of Hakkon, bring his bloody blessings: cold and pain!


Gurd Harofsen is an Avvar warrior, formerly of Red Lion Hold in the Frostback Basin; now the leader of the Jaws of Hakkon.

Background Edit


This section contains spoilers for:
Dragon Age: Inquisition.


Despising his kinsmen for their peaceful demeanor, Gurd left the highlands in search of fights and joined some Fereldan mercenaries. During the Fifth Blight many in his hold died from blight sickness, including the thane. Gurd felt betrayed by Avvar gods who allowed such injustice and angry at the lowlanders who refused to help. He returned to lead the survivors and proclaimed them the Jaws of Hakkon, as Hakkon Wintersbreath was the only god whom Gurd could forgive on the grounds that he had been "stolen by the lowlanders" and couldn't interfere. Gurd vowed to set Hakkon free and bring revenge on the lowlands.

Involvement Edit


This section contains spoilers for:
Dragon Age: Inquisition.


Gurd kept his hold moving until they found an old Tevinter fortress in the Frostback Basin; the Old Temple where Hakkon's spirit was bound in the body of a high dragon with time magic together with Inquisitor Ameridan. Unable to break the spell, the hakkonites decided to bind the spirit to another host. Despite the fact that Gurd had brokered an alliance with the nearby Avvar settlement of Stone-Bear Hold, he ordered his people to capture their hold-beast, Storvacker, to use as Hakkon's new vessel. Not long after this the Inquisition establishes a presence in the Frostback Basin, searching for relics from their original incarnation. Fearing the Inquisition will unearth the Hakkonites plan, Gurd orders all Hakkonites in the area to attack Inquisition forces on sight.

Gurd first encounters the Inquisitor at Stone-Bear Hold, while he and Thane Svarah Sun-Hair are in the midst of settling a dispute with a ritual contest for the Lady of the Skies. Gurd makes his contempt for the 'lowlanders' plain but does not attack while they are guests of another Avvar hold. After the contest, Gurd departs to rally the Hakkonites.

Gurd Harofsen Revenant

Gurd draws Hakkon Wintersbreath into himself, twisting his own form into a revenant

The Inquisitor eventually releases Storvacker and removes the ice ward protecting the Old Temple before launching an assault on the temple with the outraged Avvar of Stone-Bear Hold. Realizing there is no other option left, Gurd offers himself as the new vessel for Hakkon Wintersbreath, despite the warnings of his Augurs that he may not be strong enough to be a vessel for their god. The Inquisitor breaches the inner sanctum of the temple just as Gurd begins to draw Hakkon into himself with the ritual, transforming Gurd into a monstrous Revenant. Gurd is only able to draw part of Hakkon into himself before the Inquisitor disrupts the ritual however. Infused with the power of a god, Gurd attacks the Inqusitor and their party unleashing Undead and rallying the remaining Hakkonites in the temple to his side. After a brutal and exhausting battle however, Gurd is finally slain and Hakkon returns to the High Dragon host.

Gurd's Journal Edit


This section contains spoilers for:
Dragon Age: Inquisition.


This appears to be scattered pages from an old journal. The handwriting is barely legible and filled with spelling mistakes:

They told me not to go, but I did. I had no love of mountains. Red-Lion Hold raids for goats and chickens. There are better fights in the lowlands. I am tall and strong, and they think me a great warrior. I bed many women with my tales. Why would I go back?

Several pages have been torn out or scratched over until the next legible section:

The darkspawn struck Red-Lion Hold. I heard the news in a tavern in Redcliffe. The Blight took the land. The Lady sends no messengers to blight-touched bodies. My kin will know no peace.

I curse the Lady. I curse Korth. I curse all the gods who let Red-Lion fall. The people did the rites, sang the songs. Why would the gods abandon Red-Lion?

I left the mercenaries I traveled with. They understood. Many have lost kin of their own to the Blight.

Several more pages are illegible, and then:

I have taken the survivors. I know how to travel better than they do. The thane is dead, but many warriors survive. Many people died from blight-sickness. Harof Talespinner was among them. Those who live say they asked the lowlanders for help, but they let Red-Lion die.

We must find a path. We have no need of Korth or the Lady, not if they would abandon my people like the lowlanders did. The only god I will forgive is Hakkon, for the tales say he was stolen by the lowlanders when the Jaws of Hakkon bound him to flesh and bone.

Red-Lion Hold is gone. We are the Jaws of Hakkon now. We will build no home, for homes can die. Instead, we will bring Hakkon back and teach the lowlanders to fear the Avvar again.

These appear to be somewhat recent pages from a journal:

We have searched for months and found nothing. The tales tell of this area, but the Stone-Bears, a hold of fishermen and chicken farmers, have lived here for generations and seen no sign. If we see nothing, we must keep moving. I will not let my hold falter. We will move on lest we die.

After several torn-out pages, another section is legible:

We have found it. Hakkon himself welcomed us. An ancient Tevinter fortress, sheathed in a wall of ice. It was untouched by lowlanders, who could find no way to breach the walls. Our mages alone, blessed by Silent Hakkon with the gifts of ice, could part the wall for a few heartbeats, giving our people time to climb inside.

The wall resists common fire, and even the flames from our mages did little to melt the magical ice. We are safe. The northerner markers lead to a shrine that our mages say reeks of magic. I have sent warriors to guard it, lest it hold some spirit who can part this wall with lowlander magic.

We have found Hakkon, bound in silence where the lowland warrior trapped him for ages uncounted. Our trials have not been in vain. They were a test.

Hakkon will come again.

These appear to be very recent pages from a journal:

The lowland warrior trapped our god in some strange magic the mages cannot understand. They say time is twisted upon itself, a knot inside a knot. They say it may be the old Tevinter magic of this place that made it possible, spirits and old Tevinter power like blood and wine.

The spirit of Hakkon remains in the dragon. That much is clear. In the tales, the Jaws of Hakkon tamed it like a hold-beast, then fed it demonweed and other herbs the healers use to bring spirits. We cannot unravel the magic binding the dragon, but perhaps we can bring forth Hakkon himself and bind him anew to some other worthy beast.

Red-Lion Hold's beast died with genlock blood in his jaws. It was a good death, but a death still. As Jaws of Hakkon, we have no hold-beast, but the soft-limbed fools at Stone-Bear Hold have one who is tamed and ready.

The next several pages are illegible, until:

The winter-cursed Inquisition has come. The bear is free and our wall of ice shattered by Tevinter magic. We have no time and no beast.

I will eat the herbs myself. The mages say I may not be strong enough to bear such a great spirit as Hakkon. I would rather die trying than fail. I will not abandon my people. I will bring death to the lowlands.

The Jaws of Hakkon will not fail again.
—From Codex entry: Journal of Gurd Harofsen

Codex entry Edit

Gallery Edit

Community content is available under CC-BY-SA unless otherwise noted.