Tag: King Alistair

20 Haring 9:31 – 20 Solace 9:33

Now, being free of the Crimson Blades Ariana resumed her search for Cullen. She searched tirelessly for any signs of him but the effort was like chasing shadows. Lake Calenhad offered no new information, and Ferelden remained in disarray. The Templar Order was not forthcoming with any information despite her inquiries. The aftermath of the Blight had left villages in ruin, roads treacherous, and entire regions lawless. As they traveled they began helping those they came across and slowly Ariana’s focus shifted from her personal quest to simply surviving in this fractured world—though she never stopped hoping for a sign of him.

At her side, the fifteen Crimson Blades who had chosen to leave with her remained, their support unwavering. Though she didn’t see it at first, they had been following her lead ever since. What Ariana dismissed as collaboration or camaraderie, they recognized as something more. She had an uncanny way of knowing what needed to be done, whether it was navigating dangerous terrain, brokering safe passage, or spotting a trap before it could spring. Beyond her skills, she possessed a strength of spirit and purpose they had never seen in anyone else. Even on her hardest days, when her doubts surfaced, her quiet resilience gave them something to hold on to.

What Ariana didn’t understand was that, to them, she had already become their leader. When they camped, it was her orders they followed. When they took action, it was her plans they trusted. They might have been seasoned mercenaries, each capable in their own right, but she was the one they turned to when decisions needed to be made.

Their journey took them across Ferelden—through the Hinterlands, the Bannorn, the Coastlands, and the outer edges of the Frostbacks—never staying in one place for long. Ariana’s natural instinct was to help where she could, and the others followed suit. They protected travelers on dangerous roads, escorted farmers returning to their homesteads, and defended villages still vulnerable to bandits and darkspawn remnants. But helping for free came at a steep cost. Resources dwindled, and with no steady income, they were forced to rely on the goodwill of those they aided. It became clear that survival would require a more sustainable approach.

One night, gathered around a flickering campfire under a clear sky, the group fell into discussion. Riley leaned forward, her voice breaking through the murmur of the fire. “We can’t keep doing this without a plan. We’ll run out of supplies, and then what? We’re not just mercenaries anymore—we’re something else. But we need to figure out what that is.”

Ariana hesitated, unsure of how to articulate the vision that had been forming in her mind. Finally, she took a breath and spoke. “What if… what if we became something better? We don’t have to be like the Blades. We can take work—honest work—that pays enough to sustain us, and we use that to help the people who can’t pay.”

The group fell silent, considering her words. It wasn’t the first time they’d heard her talk about doing things differently, but this was the first time she’d proposed it as a unified purpose.

“What kind of honest work?” Lamberto asked, his voice tinged with skepticism. “Guarding caravans? Running protection details for nobles who’ll spit on us as soon as they pay?”

“Maybe. Maybe we guard a noble’s caravan that can pay, so we can use that money to help refugees that can’t,” Ariana said, her tone firm but thoughtful. “I’m talking about work that has meaning. Guarding a village from bandits. Protecting refugees. Helping merchants who are trying to rebuild. Yes, we take coin when we can—but only from those who can afford it. The rest… we do because it’s right.”

There were murmurs of agreement, but Riley, ever pragmatic, voiced the concerns Ariana had anticipated. “How do we make that work? What happens when people start looking for us? Not just the Blades, but the ones chasing you? Or anyone we cross while doing this so-called ‘honest work’?”

Ariana met Riley’s gaze, her voice steady. “We stay smart. We stay together. And we don’t stop moving. If we build a reputation for helping the helpless, for doing what others won’t, we’ll attract the right kind of attention. People will want us on their side, and we’ll grow stronger because of it.”

Linnea, thoughtful as ever, nodded. “And what do we call ourselves? People need a name they can trust.”

The group exchanged glances, and finally, Eshara leaned back, her eyes narrowing in thought. “Ariana, you’ve told us stories before. About the heroes in those books you read as a child. The ones who fought for the downtrodden. The ones who inspired you to dream of more. What were their names?”

Ariana hesitated, caught off guard by the question. Her mind drifted to those stories, the ones her father had shared. Tales of warriors clad in silver, of rangers who ventured into the unknown, their loyalty sworn not to lords or kings, but to the people they served. Slowly, she smiled. “They were rangers,” she said softly. “They walked a path no one else dared to tread. And their colors weren’t red or black—they were silver. For honor. For hope.”

The group fell silent, considering her words. Then, one by one, they nodded.

“The Silver Rangers,” Valentina said, her voice filled with quiet reverence. “It fits.”

“It’s perfect,” Riley agreed, her voice steady with conviction.

Ariana looked around at the faces of her companions, each of them so different, yet all of them united by a shared purpose. She still wasn’t sure how she had ended up here, leading this remarkable group of people. But as she met their eyes, she realized she didn’t have to have all the answers. Together, they could figure it out.

“All right,” she said finally, a smile breaking through the uncertainty in her voice. “The Silver Rangers it is.”

The group broke into quiet cheers and laughter, a newfound sense of purpose settling over them. It wasn’t going to be easy—Ariana knew that. But she felt like they were heading in the right direction.

~~~

The Silver Rangers began their journey humbly, their numbers small but determined. With the Blight’s aftermath leaving Ferelden in tatters, opportunities for work were abundant—so much so that even mercenaries found themselves overwhelmed. But where other groups sought profit, the Rangers sought purpose.

Their first major task came when they encountered a caravan of refugees traveling from Denerim to Redcliffe. The roads were still plagued with darkspawn stragglers, not to mention opportunistic bandits who preyed on the vulnerable. The Rangers escorted the caravan safely to its destination, ensuring that every person—young and old—arrived unharmed. At Redcliffe, they met Bann Teagan, who had returned to oversee the town’s rebuilding.

Teagan, impressed by their discipline and the unshakable loyalty they showed to one another, personally sought them out. He had heard rumors of a new band of protectors traveling through the Bannorn, and now, seeing them firsthand, he found himself intrigued.

“You’re not like the others,” Teagan observed, his sharp eyes studying Ariana as she stood before him. “You don’t demand payment before offering help.”

“We’re not here to profit from suffering, my lord,” Ariana replied with quiet conviction. “We take jobs to sustain ourselves, yes, but our purpose is to rebuild, not tear down.”

Teagan’s respect for her grew immediately. “Redcliffe could use hands like yours. The roads to the south remain dangerous, and our supply lines are constantly under threat. If you and your… Rangers could ensure safe passage, I would be in your debt.”

It was the first time someone had referred to them as “Rangers,” and hearing it from the lips of Bann Teagan solidified their identity in a way nothing else could. Ariana and the others accepted the task, splitting into smaller groups to cover the various trade routes leading into the village. Over the next few weeks, they not only secured Redcliffe’s supply lines but also took an active role in rebuilding efforts. Ghis used his bardic charm to rally local volunteers, while Riley, Percy, and Aldor worked tirelessly alongside farmers and laborers to fortify the town’s defenses.

Their efforts didn’t go unnoticed. Travelers began speaking of a group clad in mismatched armor but united in purpose—warriors who fought not for gold but for something greater.

~~~

Word of their deeds in Redcliffe eventually reached Bann Franderel of West Hill, which was still struggling to recover from the Blight’s devastation. Franderel sent an emissary requesting the Rangers’ aid, offering them shelter and supplies in exchange for their help. The Bann needed more than just guards; his people required protection during their rebuilding efforts and assistance in clearing out darkspawn from the nearby forest.

When the Rangers arrived in West Hill, it was clear how desperate the situation was. Homes lay in ruins, crops had failed, and morale was low. Ariana and her companions didn’t hesitate to take action. While Riley and Percy coordinated with local militia to clear the forest of lingering threats, Valentina and Linnea used their skills to secure food supplies from nearby villages, convincing reluctant merchants to extend credit. Annika and Senhel, both mages, worked tirelessly to heal the injured and help generate fresh water springs for crops and turn the weather more favorable.

It was during their time in West Hill that they faced one of their greatest challenges yet: a darkspawn warband, larger and more organized than any they had seen since the Blight’s supposed end, had taken refuge in the forest. The Rangers led the charge to eliminate the threat, their tactical precision and unyielding courage proving decisive. By the end of the battle, the forest was cleared, and West Hill finally had a chance to recover.

As the Rangers’ reputation grew, so did their numbers. Farmers’ sons and daughters, disillusioned soldiers and Templars, and wandering mages sought them out, inspired by their tales. Each new recruit brought unique skills, and the group’s diversity became one of its greatest strengths. Paulette and Aldor trained new rangers in tracking and scouting, while Malcolm worked to integrate former soldiers into their ranks. Ghis and Linnea, experienced in subterfuge, began gathering intelligence on potential threats and opportunities, keeping the Rangers one step ahead.

Even nobles began to take notice. Letters of thanks arrived from Bann Teagan and Bann Franderel, praising the Rangers’ efforts. Teagan, in particular, became a staunch ally, writing to other lords in the Bannorn to recommend the Rangers’ services. With his endorsement, the Rangers found themselves receiving more legitimate requests for aid, allowing them to expand their operations.

Around another campfire one evening, Riley broke the comfortable silence with a smirk and a pointed look at Ariana. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done, Ari?”

Ariana raised an eyebrow, poking at the fire with a stick. “Let me guess. I burned the stew again?”

“No, you stubborn ass,” Riley shot back, rolling her eyes but unable to keep the grin from tugging at her lips. “I’m talking about us. The Rangers.”

Ariana tilted her head, her expression softening into something unreadable. “I’ve done nothing. All I’ve done is keep us moving.”

“That’s what you always say,” Riley replied, her tone growing sharper. “But you’re wrong. You’ve given us more than direction—you’ve given us purpose. You’ve shown us what it means to fight for something bigger than ourselves, to not just survive but stand for something. And you’ve turned us into Rangers.”

Ariana opened her mouth to protest, but the look Riley shot her silenced her. It wasn’t a challenge—it was conviction. After a long pause, Ariana shook her head, a faint smile playing at her lips. “You’re relentless, you know that?”

“Damn right,” Riley quipped, leaning back and crossing her arms. “Someone has to make sure you see sense.”

The others murmured their agreement, and Valentina chimed in, her voice tinged with admiration. “You’ve given us a name people respect. Silver may be a simple color, but to the people we’ve helped, it’s become a beacon.”

Ariana looked around at the faces illuminated by the firelight, humbled by their words. She didn’t feel like a leader—not in the way she imagined one should—but perhaps leadership wasn’t about feeling ready. Perhaps it was about doing what needed to be done, even when you didn’t have all the answers.

“Then we keep going,” she said finally, her voice steady. “For the people who need us. For the chance to make things better.”

As the campfire crackled and the group settled into quiet conversation, the Silver Rangers’ purpose became clearer than ever. They were no longer just a collection of individuals—soldiers, mages, and rogues trying to survive. They were a force for good in a broken world, a new hope for those who had none. And for Ariana, they had become something even more: a family.

~~~

For the last few months, Ariana hadn’t been pursuing any more information on Cullen. Her time spent on building the Rangers, securing new jobs, and helping people. In some ways, she felt guilty. She had promised to find him and yet she felt she had given up at some point. It wasn’t true, but she couldn’t help but wonder if she was letting him down by not searching for him more actively. Though if she was honest with herself, she had for a while to no avail. The Rangers hadn’t questioned everywhere she took them in her search and they never asked what or who they were looking for. They simply followed.

In all her travels thought she realized there was one place she hadn’t gone: Honnleath. She was surprised she hadn’t tried before now. Ariana spent the night poring over maps, her thoughts distant, until Riley, as always, picked up on her mood.

“You’ve been staring at that map for an hour,” Riley said, dropping onto a log beside her. “What’s going on, Ari?”

Ariana hesitated before answering, her fingers tracing idle patterns on the edge of the map. “There’s something I need to do,” she said finally. “It’s not far—I should only be gone a couple of days. I’ll be back before anyone misses me.”

Riley’s eyebrows lifted, curiosity evident in her expression. “Where are you going?” she asked, her tone careful but knowing.

Ariana met her gaze and nodded. “Honnleath. There’s something I need to see there….” She trailed off, unable to put the restless hope into words.

Riley considered her for a moment, then leaned back, crossing her arms. “Alright,” she said with a shrug. “But you know I’m going to worry about you the whole time.”

Ariana smiled faintly, grateful for Riley’s understanding. “I’ll be fine. It’s just a short trip.”

The next morning, she left before dawn, the village of Honnleath only a days’ ride away. As she approached, the familiar sight of the Frostbacks rising in the distance stirred a mix of emotions. The last time she had been here, Cullen’s family had welcomed her into their home with open arms, treating her as if she belonged. Memories of Marion’s gentle warmth, Mia’s teasing banter, and the younger siblings’ arguments played through her mind, filling her with an aching sense of longing.

But when she arrived in the village, it was eerily quiet. The quaint but lively square was still, the cottages shuttered and weathered. Ariana’s heart sank as she rode toward the Rutherford home, recognizing the little stone house at the edge of the village. The shutters were closed, the vegetable garden overgrown with weeds, and the cheerful glow she remembered was nowhere to be seen.

Dismounting, she approached the gate, her hand brushing the worn wood as her eyes roamed over the empty yard. The silence pressed in around her, and for a moment, she simply stood there, letting the weight of disappointment settle over her.

“They’re gone…” she murmured to herself, her voice barely audible.

The sound of footsteps behind her startled her, and she turned to see an older woman approaching, her arms full of firewood. “Looking for someone?” the woman asked, her tone curious but kind.

Ariana straightened, brushing her hands against her cloak. “I am,” she said softly. “The Rutherford family. Do you know what happened to them?”

The woman’s expression softened, and she shifted the firewood in her arms. “The Rutherfords, eh? Fine folk. They left during the Blight, when the darkspawn got too close for comfort. Packed up and headed east—least, that’s what I heard. Couldn’t tell you where exactly, though.”

Ariana’s shoulders sagged, though she managed a small nod. “Thank you,” she said quietly.

The woman hesitated, glancing toward the empty cottage. “You a friend of theirs?”

“Yes,” Ariana replied, her voice thick with emotion. “A long time ago.”

The woman offered a faint smile before continuing on her way, leaving Ariana alone once more. She turned back to the cottage, her gaze lingering on the weathered stone and the memories it held. Her time here had been brief, but it had been a rare moment of peace in a life otherwise marked by chaos.

After taking a deep breath, she turned back towards the woman running up to catch her “Do you need any help here?”

The woman didn’t seem to have expected the question, she arched an eyebrow in confusion which prompted Ariana to continue.

“Rebuilding, pushing back bandits, darkspawn, anything?” Ariana thought she’d elaborate “Carrying that firewood?” she added as she gave the woman a soft smile

The woman finally understanding her meaning responded “There’s always help needed, but with much of the town gone we have very few resources. We can’t pay.”

Ariana smile widened “We don’t need payment, just tell me what you need.”

The woman smiled, curiosity in her eyes, and nodded. With that Ariana took the firewood off her hands as she walked with the woman listening to what kind of help they needed for those few still remaining in Honnleath. Before she left, Ariana told her that she would send a group to help them.

East, she thought, turning her thought back to Cullen and his family. It wasn’t much, but it was something. As she mounted her horse and began the ride back to Redcliffe, she couldn’t help but wonder if she would ever find them—or if Cullen even remembered her at all.

~~~

King Alistair sat slouched on the throne, balancing a small stack of reports precariously on his knee. The documents tilted ominously before sliding to the floor in a scattered mess. “Well, that’s about as productive as this morning’s council meeting,” he muttered to himself.

Bann Teagan, standing nearby, gave him a pointed look. “You could try reading those reports, you know. I hear they’re useful.”

Alistair raised an eyebrow. “I could,” he said, leaning down to half-heartedly shuffle the papers back into a pile. “But then I’d have to admit that I don’t actually know what to do with half of it. ‘Repair the Bannorn, Alistair,’ they said. ‘You’ll be great at it,’ they said. Turns out, rebuilding an entire kingdom is slightly more complicated than pouring ale and making charming conversation.”

“You were great at pouring ale,” Teagan quipped, arms crossed.

“I was great at pouring ale!” Alistair agreed, gesturing emphatically. “But does anyone appreciate that skill anymore? No. Now it’s all ‘roads need fixing, the refugees need food, the darkspawn left half the country in ruins.’ Honestly, it’s like they expect me to actually rule or something.”

Teagan shook his head, amused despite himself. “You could delegate.”

“Oh, I do! Frequently! That’s what you’re here for, remember?” Alistair grinned. “And here you are, being all… useful.” He gestured vaguely at Teagan with a hand still clutching an errant report.

Teagan ignored the jab and moved closer, his tone shifting to something more serious. “Have you heard of the Silver Rangers?”

Alistair frowned, his humor momentarily fading. “Silver Rangers? Sounds like a traveling minstrel troupe.”

“They’re far from that,” Teagan said, his voice carrying a note of admiration. “They’ve been helping in Redcliffe—guarding caravans, clearing darkspawn, protecting villages. They’ve made a real difference. I think we should reach out to them.”

Alistair perked up slightly, his curiosity piqued. “You mean there’s a group of people out there actually getting things done? That’s refreshing. Why haven’t I heard of them?”

“They’ve been keeping a low profile,” Teagan explained. “But their leader, Ariana, is someone you should meet. She’s… different. Resourceful, determined, and she cares about the people she’s helping.”

“Resourceful and determined?” Alistair repeated, a lopsided grin forming. “Sounds terrifying. But fine, you’ve sold me. Send for them. What’s the worst that could happen?”

“They could say no,” Teagan replied dryly.

“See? That’s the kind of negativity I keep you around for.” Alistair winked, already reaching for a fresh piece of parchment. “Alright, let’s do this. If they’re as good as you say, then maybe I’ll finally get through a week without some noble sending me a strongly worded letter about how their chicken coop hasn’t been rebuilt.”

~~~

The journey to Denerim had been uneventful, though the closer they got to the capital, the more Ariana felt the weight of it pressing down on her. This wasn’t a simple contract; this was the king. She couldn’t turn down coming when she got Bann Teagan’s message. The thought alone sent an uneasy ripple through her, but she pushed it aside. By the time they reached the gates of the city, Ariana, Riley, and Valentina had steeled themselves. Whatever this meeting held, they’d handle it together.

The guards at the castle gate seemed to have been expecting them, nodding briskly before escorting them inside. The grandeur of the palace didn’t faze Ariana—it reminded her too much of home, of places she’d left behind. Instead, she focused on the here and now, her gaze steady as they were led into the great hall.

Bann Teagan was waiting, his warm smile a welcome sight. “Ariana,” he greeted, stepping forward. “It’s good to see you again.”

“Bann Teagan,” she replied with a nod, her tone respectful but friendly. “It’s been a while. I wasn’t expecting to hear from you, much less in Denerim.”

“Well, times change,” Teagan said, a twinkle in his eye. “And speaking of changes, there’s someone I’d like you to meet.”

He gestured behind him, and Ariana’s gaze shifted to the man lounging on the throne, one leg draped casually over the armrest. He looked every bit the king, yet entirely out of place—his expression was light, almost boyish, and he seemed more amused than imposing.

“Ariana,” Teagan said, “meet King Alistair Theirin.”

Alistair grinned and waved lazily. “Hi. Welcome to the royal headache.”

Riley blinked, clearly unsure how to respond to the king’s informal demeanor. Valentina, ever composed, quirked an eyebrow but said nothing. Ariana, for her part, simply stepped forward, her lips twitching into a faint smile.

“Your Majesty,” she said with a polite nod, though there was a hint of humor in her tone.

“Oh, none of that ‘Your Majesty’ nonsense,” Alistair said, waving a hand dismissively. “Just Alistair is fine. Or ‘Maker save me,’ if you feel dramatic. Honestly, either works.”

Ariana chuckled softly. “Alright, Alistair. You wanted to see us?”

“Yes, I did,” he said, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. “You’re the famous Silver Rangers, right? Or at least, you’re famous, according to Teagan here. He’s been singing your praises so loudly I think the pigeons have started delivering fan mail.”

Teagan rolled his eyes, but Ariana could see the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Pigeons are efficient messengers,” she said dryly, earning a laugh from Alistair.

“Aren’t they, though?” Alistair replied, leaning back in his chair with an exaggeratedly thoughtful expression. “Little feathery heroes. Always so dedicated. Unless you count the time one delivered an urgent message to the wrong castle. I mean, really, what kind of bird can’t—”

“Alistair,” Bann Teagan interjected, giving him a pointed look.

Ariana chuckled softly, watching the silent exchange. The contrast between Teagan’s measured seriousness and Alistair’s irreverent humor was, to her, oddly endearing. “I take it there’s something of actual importance behind all this pigeon talk?” she teased.

Alistair grinned sheepishly, sitting up straighter as he reached for the stack of reports on the floor next to him. “Yes, yes, of course. Important business. No pigeons involved. Probably.” He handed her the papers, his expression only half-serious. “Consider these your mission briefs. You’re officially tasked with… well, fixing all the things.”

Ariana raised an eyebrow, taking the reports from him. “Fixing all the things?” she repeated, a hint of laughter in her voice. “That sounds like a daunting job.”

“It is,” Alistair replied with a mock grimace. “But if anyone can do it, it’s the esteemed leader of the Silver Rangers.” His tone softened slightly as he added, “In all seriousness, you’ve done incredible work so far, and we could really use your help.”

Bann Teagan, having visibly relaxed at Alistair’s shift in tone, nodded in agreement. “We’ve seen firsthand how capable your Rangers are, Ariana. This will make a significant difference.”

Ariana inclined her head, her smile warm but teasing. “Well, while we don’t do what we do for coin, I imagine ‘fixing all the things’ requires more coin than I can fund.” She said as she flipped to the first report.

Alistair’s grin returned. “Oh, don’t worry about that. We’ll make sure you’re compensated. Unless you want to be paid in pigeons? I hear they’re—”

“Alistair,” Teagan interrupted again, though this time his voice carried a note of amusement.

Ariana couldn’t help but laugh, shaking her head. “I think we’ll stick to coin. Pigeons might not fit into our current supply chain.”

“Well, your loss,” Alistair quipped, but his smile turned genuine as he added, “I’ll leave the logistics to Bann Teagan. He’s much better at it than I am.”

Teagan sighed, though a faint smile lingered on his lips as he began outlining the details of their collaboration. Ariana listened attentively, as she handed off the stack of reports to Riley and Valentina who began reading through them. Alistair continued to interject from time to time as Bann Teagan was explaining things, something which elicited laughs from everyone except Bann Teagan.

~~~

Months went by as the Rangers found themselves busier by the day fixing ‘all the things’. One snowy afternoon their duties had taken Ariana and Riley near the Frostback Mountains. The road back had been mostly quiet as they walked through fresh snow. They were both eager to return to Redcliffe after finishing their job, but the peaceful winter silence was suddenly shattered by a boy’s terrified cries.

Ariana stopped in her tracks, her hand instinctively going to her daggers. “Did you hear that?”

Riley nodded, already scanning the area. “This way,” she said, gesturing toward a narrow path off the road.

They moved quickly, their steps light and purposeful. As they rounded a bend, they spotted the boy—a small, skinny figure clutching a basket as three bandits loomed over him, jeering and closing in. The boy’s fear was palpable, but before the bandits could lay a hand on him, Ariana sprang into action.

With a swift motion, her white fur-trimmed cloak swirled, making her nearly invisible against the blanket of fresh snow. The bandits barely had time to register her presence before her daggers flashed, precise and deadly. Two of them fell in moments, and the third bolted into the woods, his footsteps crunching frantically in the snow.

Riley sheathed her sword smirking. “Well, that was efficient,” she remarked as Ariana turned to check on the boy.

But he was already running, leaving his basket of goods behind. Ariana sighed, picking up the basket and glancing at Riley. “Guess we’re making a delivery.”

Riley chuckled. “You’re too nice for this job, you know that?”

“Very funny,” Ariana muttered, rolling her eyes. “Let’s see if we can find where he lives.”

They followed the boy’s tracks through the snow, which led them to a small house tucked into the mountainside. As they approached, they heard the boy breathlessly recounting his tale to his parents.

“It was a wolf!” he exclaimed. “A giant white wolf! It came out of nowhere and scared the bad men away!”

Riley stopped, biting her lip to keep from laughing. “A wolf,” she whispered to Ariana, her voice full of amusement. “You’ve been demoted from savior to animal.”

Ariana rolled her eyes and nudged her back, then knocked on the door, holding out the basket “Your son left this behind,” she said politely. When the parents showed the boy his rescuer was no wolf but a woman, she could see his disappointment. A smile tugged at her lips, and she knelt down to meet his gaze.

“Actually, you may call me Wolf,” she said with a wink, sharing a knowing look with the boy that sparked his imagination once again. He returned her smile, his disappointment dissolving.

The boy’s eyes widened, his awe returning as he studied her. Slowly, he nodded, clutching his mother’s skirt as though he’d been given a glimpse of something magical.

When they left the house, Riley let out the laugh she’d been holding back. “Ariana, I’m not sure how you run a mercenary company being such a softie.”

“Technically,” Ariana said, her tone light but teasing, “we’re not mercenaries. But I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Riley gave her a sidelong glance, her grin widening. “Oh, it was definitely a compliment… Wolf.”

Over the weeks that followed, the story spread, carried by travelers and villagers alike. The boy’s tale grew with each retelling: the mysterious figure in the white fur cloak, a savior who appeared from the snow like a ghost, her blades swift and sure. The name caught on, whispered in markets and inns, passed along with reverence and curiosity.

And so, The White Wolf was born—a symbol of hope and protection for those who needed it most.

~~~

As the year continued the Silver Rangers grew exponentially. Their work with King Alistair in Ferelden had solidified their reputation as honorable and capable—a rare combination in the mercenary world. With the coin they’d earned, they had upgraded their supplies, expanded their reach, and even established a small camp to use as a base of operations near Redcliffe to serve as a central hub. Yet, despite the financial success, Ariana remained deeply cautious about which jobs they accepted. She still reviewed every letter and proposal personally, often working late into the night to ensure the Rangers’ integrity remained intact.

It was during one such late evening, with Riley leaning casually against the doorframe of their makeshift office, that Ariana brought up a stack of requests that had come in from Orlesian nobles.

Riley raised an eyebrow, arms crossed. “Orlesian nobles?” she asked, her tone skeptical. “I’m not sure whether to feel flattered or wary.”

Ariana sighed, setting one of the letters down. “Honestly, I feel both. These seem straightforward—guarding estates, escorting caravans, the usual. But you know how Orlais is… nothing is ever as simple as it seems.”

Riley smirked, stepping closer and glancing at the pile. “True. But it’s not like we haven’t dealt with nobles before. Ferelden’s been keeping us busy enough. Why not Orlais?”

Ariana leaned back in her chair, rubbing her temples. “It’s not just about the work. Expanding into Orlais means a whole new set of challenges. Different politics, different expectations. If even one of these jobs turns out to be tied to something underhanded, it could damage everything we’ve built.”

Riley studied her for a moment before pulling up a chair and sitting across from her. “Wolf, we’re not fifteen, or even fifty Rangers anymore. We’ve grown. If we want to keep growing—and keep helping people—we can’t stay in Ferelden forever. Orlais might be tricky, but it’s also full of opportunity. Think about it: more jobs, more coin, more resources for the Rangers. And,” she added with a sly grin, “you know how much you love a challenge.”

Ariana couldn’t help but chuckle at that. Riley always had a way of cutting through her overthinking, offering perspective without pushing too hard. “You’re not wrong,” Ariana admitted. “But we’ll need to be careful. I’ll take a closer look at these jobs, and I want every contract we accept in Orlais to be thoroughly vetted.”

Riley nodded, satisfied. “We can start small—just a few jobs to test the waters. If things go well, we expand. If not, we pull back.”

“Agreed,” Ariana said, her tone firm. “Let’s start with this one.” She tapped a letter from a Comtesse in Val Royeaux seeking escorts for her daughter’s wedding caravan. “It’s straightforward, and the risk seems minimal. But I want you leading the team.”

“Me?” Riley raised an eyebrow, though a grin tugged at her lips. “Sending me to the heart of Orlesian politics? What could go wrong?”

Ariana smirked. “If anyone can handle it, it’s you. Besides, you’ve got that air of command. They’ll respect you.”

Riley laughed, standing up and stretching. “Fine, but you owe me for this one. And if I get dragged into any of their ridiculous ‘grand games,’ you’re coming to rescue me.”

“Fine,” Ariana said, her expression softening. “Thank you, Riley. For always being… well, you.”

Riley waved her off with a casual grin. “That’s why you keep me around, isn’t it? I get to keep you sane.”

As Riley left to prepare the team for Orlais, Ariana let herself breathe for a moment. The Rangers were growing faster than she could have imagined, and the thought of navigating Orlesian politics made her uneasy. But Riley was right: they couldn’t stay in Ferelden forever. If they wanted to keep making a difference, they had to step into new territory, no matter how daunting it seemed.

By the end of the week, the first Silver Rangers mission into Orlais was underway. It was a small step, but one that marked the beginning of a new chapter for the Rangers—a chapter that would bring both challenges and opportunities, and one that would solidify their reputation across Thedas as a force for good.

~~~

Ariana awoke in her tent with a sudden realization. The Rangers needed a more permanent place. A place to train, to stable their horses, to live more comfortably than simple tents. They were no longer on the run, they didn’t need to be bound to the confines of temporary shelter. She had an idea, but she would need help. She sent word to Bann Teagan letting him know she needed a favor.

The morning sunlight bathed Redcliffe in a golden glow as Ariana rode into the village, her fur-trimmed cloak fluttering gently in the breeze. She dismounted near the Chantry steps, where Bann Teagan was already waiting for her, his familiar, easy smile a welcome sight. 

“Ariana,” he greeted, clasping her hand warmly. “I thought you might be ready for a break, but here you are again, bringing me more work.” His tone was teasing, but his affection for her was clear. 

She smirked, rolling her eyes at his remark. “You should know by now that I’m relentless, Bann Teagan.” 

“Oh, I know,” he replied with a chuckle. “The Silver Rangers wouldn’t be what they are without that stubborn determination of yours. What’s on your mind today?” 

She fell into step beside him as they walked through the village. “We’ve grown too large for the Hinterlands camp,” she admitted. “It’s served us well, but we need something permanent—land, a base. I was hoping you might know of any abandoned properties in the area. We’re willing to purchase it, of course.” 

Teagan raised an eyebrow, casting her a sidelong glance. “You don’t do anything halfway, do you?” He stopped, gesturing for them to step off the main path where they could speak more privately. “You’re right, of course. There are properties—plenty of them, in fact. The Blight left many noble estates empty, and not all their families have returned.” 

“That’s what I was counting on,” Ariana said, her tone quieter. “The bannorn must have taken over those lands, yes?” 

Teagan nodded. “They have, and I think I know just the place for you. It’s a large manor about half a day’s ride from here. The family fled to Orlais during the Blight, and they haven’t returned or sent word in years. It’s a shame, really. The estate is massive—perfect for a group as large as yours.” 

Her eyes lit up with curiosity. “And it’s available?” 

Teagan grinned. “More or less. I’ve been meaning to inspect it myself, but things have been busy. How about I take you there? You should see it before we start discussing terms.” 

Ariana hesitated for only a moment before nodding. “I’d like that. Thank you, Teagan.” 

The ride to the estate was filled with easy conversation, their camaraderie honed over months of working together to rebuild Ferelden. Teagan spoke of his hopes for Redcliffe’s recovery, while Ariana shared updates on the Rangers’ progress. 

When they reached the estate, Ariana stopped in her tracks, taking in the sight before her. The manor was immense, its stone walls weathered but sturdy, its wooden beams darkened by age but still strong. The sprawling grounds, though overgrown with wild grasses and creeping vines, held undeniable potential. 

Teagan dismounted, gesturing toward the structure. “It’s seen better days, but the foundation is solid. There are nearly thirty bedrooms, servants’ quarters, stables—it’s more than enough space for the Rangers.” 

Ariana approached the manor, running a hand over the rough stone wall. The potential was undeniable. The Rangers could train here, rest here, even take in those who needed refuge. “This is…” She trailed off, searching for the right word. “Perfect,” she finished, her voice soft.

Teagan smiled, watching her with a mix of pride and amusement. “I thought you’d say that. You’ve turned the Rangers into something remarkable, Ariana. You’ve earned this. The bannorn will be happy to sell it—likely for much less than it’s worth. They’d see it as an investment in Ferelden’s future.” 

She turned to him, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “I’m still going to insist on paying something. We don’t do what we do for coin, but I won’t take this without giving back.” 

Teagan nodded approvingly. “I wouldn’t expect anything less from you.” 

They spent the rest of the afternoon exploring the grounds. Ariana’s mind raced with ideas—a training yard in the open field, stables for their horses, dormitories for the growing number of recruits. She could almost hear the sounds of laughter and camaraderie filling the halls. 

When they returned to Redcliffe that evening, Ariana’s resolve was set. “This will be our home,” she told Teagan firmly. 

“And a fine home it will be,” he replied. “I’ll handle the paperwork with the bannorn. You focus on getting the Rangers settled. The land is yours, Ariana.” 

For the first time since she ran away, Ariana felt a sense of permanence—a future that stretched beyond the next mission, the next town. This manor would be the foundation for something greater, not just for her, but for everyone who had come to believe in the Silver Rangers. She was done running.

~~~

The night Riley returned from Orlais, Ariana waited by the campfire, her nerves a mixture of anticipation and impatience. When Riley dismounted and approached, Ariana couldn’t help but smile, relief flickering across her face.

“Well?” Ariana asked as Riley settled into the seat across from her.

Riley grinned, brushing the travel dust from her cloak. “Easy job. No strings, no Orlesian ‘games,’ at least not ones that involved us. They paid well—better than I could’ve imagined, honestly. If every Orlesian contract is like this, I might start liking them.”

Ariana chuckled, shaking her head. “Careful, Riley. You’re sounding dangerously optimistic.”

Riley smirked, leaning forward. “With that kind of coin, Wolf, it’s hard not to be. But something tells me you didn’t wait up just to ask about Orlesian politics. What’s going on?”

Ariana’s smile deepened, but she shook her head. “Finish your report first, then I’ll tell you.”

Riley raised an eyebrow but continued, detailing every aspect of the job. Once she finished, Ariana stood, gesturing for her to follow. “Gather the Vanguard. I want everyone by the fire. Now.”

Riley didn’t press further, though her curiosity was evident as she moved to round up the Vanguard, the original fifteen members of the Rangers.

Within minutes, the Vanguard gathered around the campfire, their faces illuminated by the flickering flames. The air was thick with curiosity, each of them waiting for an explanation.

Riley leaned back against a log, arms crossed, her sharp eyes fixed on Ariana. “Alright, Wolf,” she said, a teasing lilt in her voice. “What’s this all about? You’re clearly sitting on something. Spill it.”

Ariana smiled faintly, letting her gaze sweep over the familiar faces. “Give the order to pack up the camp,” she said, her tone calm but decisive. “Leave only a small outpost here—just a few tents for anyone returning from jobs. We leave at dawn.”

The announcement was met with murmurs of confusion. Valentina tilted her head, her dark eyes narrowing. “Pack up? Where are we going, exactly?”

“To a better spot,” Ariana replied, her expression unreadable.

Riley sat forward, her curiosity turning into suspicion. “Better spot?” she echoed. “Alright, Wolf, what have you been up to?”

Ariana’s lips twitched with amusement, but she didn’t elaborate. “You’ll see.”

Linnea frowned, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “And what makes this place so special?” she asked, her voice tinged with skepticism. “If it’s that great, why not just tell us now?”

Ariana’s voice softened, though her tone remained firm. “Because this isn’t just another camp,” she said, looking each of them in the eye. “It’s something more. But if you want to know, you’ll have to trust me.”

Her words carried weight, and the Vanguard exchanged glances. Malcolm, who had been silent up to this point, leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees. “Trust isn’t the issue, Wolf,” he said, his deep voice steady. “It’s what we’re trusting you with that’s the question.”

Ariana met his gaze evenly. “Trust me to do what I’ve always done—find the best best path forward. That’s all I’ll say for now. Are you with me?”

The group fell quiet for a moment, the crackle of the fire filling the silence. Finally, Riley broke it with a wry grin. “You’ve pulled us through worse, Wolf. I’m in.”

Valentina folded her arms, her smile sharp and confident. “Very well. Let’s see this ‘better spot’ of yours.”

Linnea sighed, a ghost of a smile tugging at her lips. “Guess we’ll be finding out at dawn, won’t we?”

Malcolm nodded. “Alright. Let’s get to it.”

One by one, the others voiced their agreement, their trust in her unwavering.

“Good,” Ariana said, her tone lightening as she clapped her hands together. “Then pack up, get some rest, and be ready to move at first light.”

Riley lingered as the others began dispersing, raising an eyebrow as she watched Ariana. “You really enjoy being mysterious, don’t you?”

Ariana laughed softly, her eyes sparkling. “Maybe a little. Now, get to it, Riley.”

“Alright, alright,” Riley said with a mock sigh, her grin widening as she turned to follow the others. “But you’d better deliver, Wolf.”

Ariana simply smiled, already knowing she would.

~~~

The next morning, Ariana led the Rangers in a long procession through the Hinterlands. The journey was quiet, anticipation building with each step. When they finally reached the manor, the group came to a halt, their eyes widening as they took in the sight before them. 

The grand structure stood tall against the backdrop of the rolling hills, its stone walls weathered but strong. The grounds stretched wide, dotted with outbuildings, stables, and overgrown gardens. 

Riley was the first to speak, breaking the stunned silence. “Wolf…” she began, her voice trailing off as she looked at the manor, then back at Ariana. “How did you—wait—are we stealing this?” 

Ariana laughed, a bright, genuine sound that broke the tension. “Of course not. It’s ours—legally. I have my ways.” 

The Vanguard exchanged incredulous glances, their disbelief turning into excitement. Aldor ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head. “This… this is incredible. Is it really ours?” 

“It is,” Ariana confirmed. 

As the Rangers spread out, exploring the grounds, questions began to fly from all directions. 

“Can we fix it up?” 

“Are we staying here permanently?” 

“Can we turn the stables into a proper smithy?” 

Ariana raised a hand to quiet them, her smile never fading. “Yes, you can fix it. Yes, it’s permanent. And yes, you can turn the stables into a smithy—if you figure out where to stable all the horses first.” 

That earned a round of laughter, the mood turning light and hopeful. 

Linnea stepped forward, her eyes bright with excitement. “What about training grounds? We need space for everyone—mages, rogues, archers, warriors—every skill set.” 

Ariana nodded. “Absolutely. Make sure training grounds are a priority. I want everyone to have a place to learn and grow, no matter their skills.” 

The group buzzed with energy, already discussing plans for repairs and improvements. Riley clapped a hand on Ariana’s shoulder, her grin practically splitting her face. “You really did it, Wolf. You gave us a home.” 

Ariana’s gaze softened as she looked at Riley, then at the manor and the people who had become her family. “No,” she said quietly, her voice filled with conviction. “We did this. You saved me.” 

The words seemed to resonate, a reminder of how far they’d come and how much further they could go. For the first time, the Rangers had more than just a base of operations—they had a foundation, a legacy in the making. 

This wasn’t just a place to rest. It was a future. A home.