Alisatair Theirin was a member of the Grey Wardens, present at Ostagar during the Blight. Handpicked from his Chantry life by the master of the Wardens, Duncan, Alistair was kept from his training into a Templar being completed. As a member of the Grey Wardens, he kept the truth of his bloodline a secret from all, and even after the Battle of Ostagars left only the Hero of Ferelden and himself alive, it remained a well-guarded secret that Alistair was actually the bastard son of King Maric, making him the technical heir to the throne of Ferelden with the early death of King Cailan Theirin. Alistair takes his responsibility to end the Blight seriously and will stand by The Warden to see this done, even if The Warden acts in a way he disapproves of.
As one of the Hero of Ferelden's closest allies during the Blight, Alistair was able to help the Warden throughout their adventures to the underground Dwarven city of Orzammar, to the haunted and darkened Bracelian Forests with the Dalish Elves. He would eventually convince the Hero of Ferelden to go to his childhood home of Redcliffe, convinced that this would be an easy way to gain troops as he was raised by Eamon, the city's Arl, as a child. When he arrived, however, the city was under siege by an army of undead, and the Castle was possessed by demons. Alistair refused to sacrifice his family and did everything in his power to save Eamon's Demon-tempted son, Connor. While the final judgment ended on the Warden's shoulders, Alistair would also help the party as they journeyed to Haven, where the Urn of Sacred Ashes that could be used to cure Eamon of the slow death he was suffering due to the intervention of the Blood Mage, Jowan.
Once Eamon was saved, and all other Grey Warden treaties were used, he joined the Warden on to Denerim to confront the traitor, Loghain, where many paths forward could be taken. Alistair or any other party member could slay Loghain, or Loghain could be recruited into the Wardens, causing Alistair to quit and become a rambling drunk in Kirkwall. Alternatively, an arranged marriage between Anora, Loghain's daughter and the widow of Cailan, can be set up so he can become King of Ferelden. If he is present during the final Darkspawn attack on Denerim, he can give his life to slay the Archdemon, or if the Warden does it (or one of them accepts Morrigan's "offer"), then he will help rebuild the Grey Wardens in the years to come after the Blight.
Battle vs. Jon Snow (by BeastMan14)
Beginning to think I should’ve brought the dog with me…
As another cold burst of wind cut through him, Alistair gritted his teeth and soldiered forward. At the time, an expedition to lands south of Thedas sounded like a fantastic idea. A chance for adventure and an excuse to get away from Anora and the throne for a bit? Sign him up! Of course, if he had anticipated hostile natives attacking the expeditionary force at every corner, he would’ve been a bit more hesitant, and he likely would’ve politely declined if he had known it would be damned cold.
Another gust seemingly ignoring the armor and furs he had stuffed underneath it made Alistair contemplate if this was the Maker (or worse, Morrigan) punishing him for spreading the rumor that the Warden was interested in Leliana. Honestly, the true mistake was heroically offering to scout ahead, only for his horse to die and him to take one right (or was it left?) turn too many on the way back in camp. He sneezed, hoping that he wasn’t coming down with a cold on top of everything else, and could practically hear the Warden teasing.
“Looks like we could use a map, huh, Alistair?” he would probably chuckle.
Ignoring the self-doubt, Alistair trudged forward, hoping to find a warm cave or clearing to settle down in before he froze solid. The occasional creaking of Cailan’s armor made him suspect that it was a high possibility.
Carefully stepping through the wreckage and corpses, Ghost stopped to smell a strange armored man with a scent he didn’t recognize, then looked to his master, who overlooked the aftermath of the attack with an uncertain expression. A grim-faced Tormund clapping him on the back broke Jon out of his contemplation, and he turned to look at the ginger-bearded man as he snarled, “We’re gonna crush the fuckers that did this.”
Jon looked away from the wreckage and walked back to the campsite, Ghost padding close behind.
“Any word from the survivor?”
Tormund shrugged, then replied, “Not much. Poor bastard ain’t got long, but he said something about the leader havin’ a shield with some sorta winged beast on it.”
Jon nodded, then turned to look at the footprints that led away from the ruins, his mournful expression changed to one of grim certainty. Walking to his horse, Jon commanded, “Stay here with the others. I’m going to ride ahead and find them.”
Tormund scoffed and stepped in the way, easily blocking the path of the man nearly half his size.
“Alone? In that blizzard? You’re fucking mad, boy.”
Pushing past his friend and climbing onto the horse, Jon simply responded, “No one else dies,” before riding off, Ghost running close behind. Tormund watched the two figures vanish into the blizzard, then cursed as he headed back to camp.
“Good luck, you mad fucker.”
Jon rode until the footsteps eventually dwindled down into one pair. Stopping his horse, he stepped off and looked them over, eyes following the trail as it staggered into the woods. Nodding to Ghost, who walked ahead, Jon led his horse to a tree, then tied its reins to a branch before giving it a reassuring pat to the head before following the direwolf deeper into the trail.
They walked for some time, the footsteps eventually disappearing and forcing them to rely on the faint scent alone, before coming into a clearing to see a man in heavy armor lying awkwardly besides a dying fire, his eyes shut tightly as he tried to rest. Jon’s curiosity subsided into rage as he saw the blue shield, a griffin standing majestic in the center of it, lying close to him. He looked at Ghost and signaled for the direwolf to go around, staying low as they stalked through the treeline.
A branch snapping awoke Alistair from a short-lived attempt at rest, and he opened one eye to scan around the surrounding area. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see rustling in the bushes, and he slowly reached for the shield.
Warden senses tingling…
As his fingers gripped the shield, a white wolf covered in scars leapt from the bushes with a snarl, and Alistair cried out in shock as he brought his shield up, bashing the creature across the face and sending it flying. Before he could properly stand, a man clad in black emerged from the trees, sword raised over his head, and charged, closing the distance and smashing the blade into the shield again and again as Alistair stumbled, frantically shielding his face. With a wave of his hands, he desperately cast Holy Smite, knocking Jon back.
Alistair groaned, staggering to his feet despite the weight of his armor, while Jon wiped blood from his mouth and pulled himself up, briefly glancing at Ghost, who snarled at the enemy. Shield and sword raised and rapidly looking between both enemies, Alistair called out, “Look, I’m sure you’re very mad about…whatever it is I did to you, but can we maybe have this fight somewhere warm?”
Jon raised Longclaw and Ghost took an aggressive stance, earning a weary sigh from Alistair.
“Fine. I guess we can warm up here.”
Jon lunged first, thrusting forward with Longclaw and grunting as Alistair deflects it with his shield before swiping at him with Oathkeeper, forcing Jon back as Ghost bound past and jumped at Alistair, who leapt out of the way, then kicked the wolf aside. Alistair pressed forward, Oathkeeper clashing with Longclaw as Jon quickly backpedaled, trying to avoid stumbling. Jon ducked another blow, then swiped across Alistair’s stomach, cursing as the blade skitters against the armor seconds before a blow from the shield knocks him to the ground.
As Alistair raised his sword for a killing strike, Ghost leaps onto his back, sinking his teeth into the back of his exposed neck and earning a scream of pain as Alistair furiously tries to pull the animal off.
“Andraste, your dog is persistent!”
Managing to reach back and grab the snarling animal by the scruff of it’s neck, Alistair firmly yanked Ghost aside just as Jon pierced his shoulder with Longclaw, pushing him back. Staggering, Alistair tosses Ghost aside and rams his shield into Jon’s arms, causing him to hiss in pain and pull back Longclaw, a spray of red blood painting the snow underneath them. Crouching, Alistair grabs Oathkeeper and swipes at Jon’s legs, causing him to leap back and bring Longclaw down onto his shield. Doing his best to ignore the pain in his shoulder, Alistair pushes up, staggering Jon and leaving him barely enough time to block Alistair’s strike from Oathkeeper.
Both panting, Alistair and Jon circle each other, waiting for the other to make the first strike. After a few moments of tense standoff, it occurs to Alistair that he’s taken his eyes off the dog just as Ghost crashes into him, sinking his teeth into his shield and pulling with all his might just as Jon rushes him. Crying out in shock and frustration as Ghost wrenches the shield from his hand, Alistair brings Oathkeeper up, blocking Jon’s strike, then kicks him in the gut, completely crushing the wind out of him. Alistair quickly turned and swiped at Ghost, who nimbly leapt out of the way while still carrying Duncan’s shield.
“Give that back, you stupid mutt! That doesn’t belong to you!”
Alistair pursues Ghost as the direwolf backs up and leaps out of the way of each strike, the final one leaving Alistair’s sword embedded in a tree. Trying to wrench it free, Alistair turns to see Ghost glaring at him, teeth bared and groans a feeble, “Oh, Maker,” before Ghost lunges, sinking his fangs into Alistair’s neck and bringing him to the ground. The two struggle for a moment, Ghost tearing and snarling as Alistair screams and tries to pull him off, before the armored man rears back and connects his fist with Ghost’s jaw, shattering several teeth and knocking him off with a pitiful whine.
Holding his hand to his throat as blood seeps through his fingertips, Alistair crawls to Oathkeeper, only for a black boot to block his path. Jon rested Longclaw under Alistair’s chin, noting the blood pouring from his neck, and cheerlessly said, “Make your peace.”
Stopping to take few more ragged breaths, Alistair smirked and spat blood before responding, “You know, with my life flashing before my eyes, I really should’ve just stayed in the War-“
Jon brings Longclaw down and severs Alistair’s head cleanly from his shoulders, putting him out of his misery. Wiping the blood off his sword before sheathing it, he looks up and his eyes go wide with shock see Ghost lying on his side. Rushing to his companion, Jon smiles as Ghost looks up at him and affectionately licks his cheek.
“C’mon, Ghost. Let’s go home.”
With those final words, the two stood to their feet and trudged back through the snow, leaving Alistair’s headless body to the elements.
The Warden smashed his fist into the wall as he looked over Alistair’s corpse, rendered nearly unrecognizable due to the weather and damage sustained in the fight. He had come from Amaranthine as soon as word got out of scouts finding Alistair’s body after weeks of searching, hoping that the news wasn’t true. Through tears, he laughed as he sat next to the body of his friend and mumbled, “Morrigan and I couldn’t leave you alone for six months, could we?”
He turned slightly at the sound of Anora entering the chamber, and dismissively greeted her with, “I imagine you’re just heartbroken about losing another husband so soon?”
Anora seemed insulted and replied, “I assure you, the loss of Alistair hurts me just as much as it does you,” which earned a scoff from the Warden, who stood up and pushed past her.
“And where are you going, exactly?”
The Warden stopped and rested his hand on his knife, then responded, “I’m going to get the group back together. After that, we ride south.”
While Alistair was a superior warrior on paper thanks to his superior experience, armor, and sheer brute strength, Jon had the advantage of being both much more knowledgeable and equipped to handle the environment they were fighting in. Add in Ghost, an eternal good boi acting as backup, and Alistair couldn't keep up.To see the original battle, weapons, and votes, click here.
Battles here were deemed to be unfair or otherwise not in accordance with wiki standards, and have been removed from the statuses of the warriors and displayed below.
Battle vs. Aragorn (by Greenberet69)
King Alistair and 4 Denerim Soldiers have set out on a journey to find a new land and after a 5 week travel spot the shores of the land called Middle-Earth. They decide to head up the river and soon arrive in the ruins of Amon Hen and disembark to find if there are any Natives to talk to. While traveling through Amon Hen one of the soldiers spots 5 people uphill to their left, Alistair and his men turn to see Aragorn along with 2 Gondor and 2 Rohhirm soldiers. Aragorn sees them and begins a conversation to see who they are. "Who are you strange men?" Alistair replies saying "I am King Alistair of Denerim from the land of Fereldan and who might you be" Aragorn tells him "I am Aragorn High King of Gondor, you don't belong here in Middle-Earth I cannot trust you Alistair begone or face the wrath of Middle-Earth" "Says who" Alistair replies. Aragorn grabs his bow and arrow and fires a arrow into the throat of one of the Denerim Soldiers (5-4). Alistair takes out his Warden Croosbow and fires his arrow hitting one of the Rohhirim in the heart (4-4). Aragorn and his men charge at Alistair and his men meanwhile Alistair and his men try to take them out with their crossbows. A Denerim Soldiers fires his arrow at Aragorn but the Gondor armor deflects it, while trying to reload Aragorn takes out his Dagger and throws it at the soldier hitting him reight between the eyes killing him instantly (4-3). A Gondor soldier charges at Alistair and attacks but Alistair uses his shield to block the strike and then stabs the Gondor soldier right through the stomach (3-3). Alistair tells his men to head towards the boat while he heads another way and so they split up with Aragorn and the gondor soldier going after the soldiers and the Rohhirim going after Alistair. The 2 Denrim soldiers make it to the bridge and attempt to hit Aragorn and the Gondor soldier with their crossbows and the Gondor soldier takes out his bow and arrow and fires at a Denerim Sodlier while he is reloading hitting him in the right arm only injuring him but Aragorn moves in and stabs the injured soldier right through the stomach killing him instantly (3-2). The Denerim guard in rage tries to take on both Aragorn and the Gondor Soldier using his sword and sheild to hold them both off. However he soon gets overpowered and while Aragorn blocks a strike from the Denrim guard takes out his dagger and pierces the Denerim guard right in the heart and they both head the other way to meet up with the Rohhirm(3-1). Meanwhile the Rohhirim catches up to Alistair and the 2 begin to attack each other with their sword and shield. Alistair bashes the Rohhirm with his shield blowing him back quickly moves in and stabs the soldier in the center chest killing him and heads up hill (2-1). Aragorn and the Gondor soldier arrive at the summit of Amon Hen looking for signs of Alistair or their Rohhirim without warning Alistair takes out his dagger and stabs the Gondor soldier right through the neck (1-1) Aragorn charges at Alistair and hits the dagger out of his hand and so Alistair takes out Maric's Sword, and Cailan's Shield and the two engage. Aragorn is able to strike Cailian's shield out of Alistairs hand then tries to slash him but Cailan's Armor protects him. Alistair does the same but Aragorns armor protects him from the slash and both warriors learn that their armor is to strong. Alistair tries to hit Aragorn on the head with Maric's blade but Aragorn dodges it and turns around to notice that Alistair is starting to tire. Alistair begins to become too tired from the heavy armor and knows that he must finish the battle fast before he becomes to tired, meanwhile Aragorn comes up with the plan to tire Alistair out. So Aragorn heads towards the ruined building and Alistair follows up the stairs onto the roof where the two engage once again. Alistair hits Aragorn to with his shield arm and knocks him back down to the forest floor and jumps down trying to stab Aragorn, but Aragorn dodges it and Alistair lands and gets his sword stuck to the ground and is to tired to try and pull it out. This gives Aragorn the chance and he stabs Alistair through his armor, Alistair yells out in pain and Aragorn pulls out Anduril and stabs Alistair right through the throat (1-0). Aragorn pulls out Anduril and Alistair's lifeless body falls to the ground, Aragorn yells "ELENDIL!!!!!" in victory.
It was a really close battle but while both had excellent Armor the problem with Alistair's Armor was that it was way too heavy so it was going to cause a lot of fatigue and restrict a lot of his movement. Aragorn's armor was more lighter and had less fatigue and resrictions so in this battle the armor and meatllurgy was the winning factor. The original battle, weapons and votes can be found here.