The palpable chemistry between the Warden and Alistair isn’t limited by your Grey Warden’s gender, so it’s a little upsetting that his ‘platonic’ friendship has far more intimate elements more in-line with something romantic. There’s an undeniable mutual affection bubbling underneath the hushed words you exchange with Alistair, yet you can’t date him if you’re a guy.
Dragon Age: Origins’ queer representation leaves a lot to be desired, from its transphobic ‘surprises’ at the brothel to its stereotypical depiction of bisexuals as promiscuous killers. LGBTQ+ stories were still teething in the triple-A space back in the late ‘00s, after all. However, BioWare nearly struck gold with a charming queer romance between the Warden and Alistair.
He has a tough exterior – the Templar Knight turned Grey Warden who stands defiant in the face of the Darkspawn – and he leads the rookies (or rather rookie, given that everyone else dies) into battle like a hardened veteran of the field despite his own induction being relatively recent. It’s all a facade, and one that breaks down beside the dimly-lit flicker of the campfire under the moonlight. The two of you expose your vulnerabilities to one another, confiding your deepest secrets.
Alistair pours his heart out, grieving over the death of his mentor Duncan – something that he had previously bottled up while keeping his chin raised and upper lip still so as to not let the team down. His mourning is saved for you, who may as well be a complete stranger. You’ve just met. But surviving a tragedy seems to have a way to push people into each other’s arms. The thrill of nearly dying and having your whole life flash before your eyes is as good an excuse as any, I suppose.
Unraveling his feelings, being sympathetic to his plight, and simply listening as the Warden does so well means that Alistair will go a step further, revealing to you that he is a royal bastard. He’s potentially the rightful heir to the now-empty throne. It’s a huge revelation in terms of story, but it never felt that way to me. It was an intimate experience between two flirtatious lovers whispering in the dark away from the others, making our bond all the stronger out of everyone in the group.
It feels like a moment where every single drop of dialogue is on the cusp of a swift kiss to break the looming tension of the heavy topics, as though the two are perfectly in sync with their desires. Instead, it ends – and all too abruptly. Alistair and the Warden continue their journey, their risque friendship never reaching the heights it’s capable of. At least, not if you play as a man. In a way, it was one of the more tragic aspects of Dragon Age.
My Warden had the human noble origin, which sees you lose your entire family apart from your brother as your estate is burnt down. You escape by the skin of your teeth, leaving your mother cradling your dying father as she takes one final stand. Duncan, meanwhile, escorts you to the safety of the Grey Wardens where you meet Alistair, the cocky young Templar who thinks he’s the best of the best – he grows up quickly after everything falls apart. Meanwhile, you’ve just lost your family, having been saved by Duncan. It’s a very similar story which means that your Warden is the only one who can understand and be truly empathetic to Alistair’s struggles. You both share a pain nobody else can grasp.
It’s the perfect love story. It’s almost Shakespearean: two orphaned royals find comfort in each other’s pain and risk life and limb, cultivating in the finale where one has to sacrifice themselves to save the world. It’s heartbreaking but bittersweet. The ultimate honour for a Grey Warden – dying to slay an archdemon – would inadvertently mean losing it all for the one left standing. It was teetering on the edge of being one of gaming’s best LGBTQ+ stories. A little nudge could’ve had it go all the way.
The story of the Warden and Alistair could’ve been a queer story for the ages, one that was far ahead of its time, but as it stands, it’s another friendship ripe with undertones that blossom into nothing.