A/N: ITS FINALLY HERE! I do not own the Dragon Age universe. That's Bioware's thingy. I just own the characters I make because I made them. Well here's the first story. I hope you all love it.
Dragon Age: Renegade
Prologue
9:50 Dragon
The rain hadn't stopped for four days. Galen Guerrin looked out across the battlefield, his men retrieving the fallen. It was soon to be over, Gherlen's pass was open to the Orlesians. Galen had fought with the Silver Order for almost Ten years and now the Twenty-Eight year old noble was going to lose his men, friends, family, and country because he had failed.
"Your orders my lord?" Alric his second in command asked. Galen looked at his friend. Alric stood shorter than Galen but the man had been in the Order a lot longer than him. The short brown hair was kept tidy and short.
"There is nothing I can order to save us Alric. The men see it. After the West Hills men left, we were doomed," Galen replied. Alric frowned at his friend. The black hair covered his eyes and the torn cape flowed heroically behind him. Alric then slapped his friend and commander.
"Two-thousand men are out there waiting for you to lead them to the victory you promised them! They deserve to at least fight for that pathway! Ferelden needs them to. Ferelden needs YOU to." Alric yelled. The two men glared at each other, not one daring to look away from the other. "Don't you take their last hope away from them Galen. You should know better than that!"
Suddenly the door burst open and Amadeus the Dwarven Grey Warden followed in. "The men desire to take the pass sir! They're tired of waiting here, they want the Orlesian's blood." The dwarf looked at the two men and a dark mood fell upon the room. "They won't retreat," he said and left the room.
Galen looked at Alric and then stood. "He's right. I can't let them all down. I have to do what I can. The Orlesian's wont take this land after King Maric fought so hard to keep it around. King Alistair and Queen Lauren have not right to let the country they saved from the Blight let fall. Neither do I. Let's go Alric."
"YES!" Alric said his face stuck with that stupid grin he always got when excited. The two men exited the room of the fort and continued out and gazed upon the army of Ferelden. "MEN! The commander would have a few words with you!"
Two-thousand soldiers turned to look at their commander, the man they looked to lead them into battle. "Men," Galen said quietly, he looked up and smiled and raised his voice, "Men! We will not let the Orlesian bastards will not break through our lines to our homes! We will not allow them to pillage our villages, and plunder our cities!" Galen screamed. The men followed him with a slow banging on the ground with their feet. "We are Ferelden's! Dog Lords and Barbarians to the those in the world. I do not plan on letting Orlesians get into my home! DO YOU!"
"NO!" The men yelled in unison the banging was joined by shields being bashed, dogs howling, and staves smacking the floor.
"GOOD! Will you all follow me into oblivion? Will you follow me to destroy the Orlesians?" Galen asked again. The men replied with their noises. "Then follow me men! To the Orlesian camp! To Val Royeaux if we must!" Galen yelled. He drew the Guerrin sword and charged through the lines to the gate. "MEN! TO VICTORY!" He yelled as he ran towards the Orlesians and the certain unknown.
A/N: So I hope you guys liked the first little pieces. We're gonna go back in time now so I hope you guys like that too. So just FYI its not starting with an epic battle. Sorry. Review and I'll reply, eventually.