(Chronologically takes place spring-time year 1815 sometime after the Adventure Crown event.)
It happened all at once.
Just when the city of Pestovo was recovering from the onslaught delivered at the hands of the mysterious entity known only as Forral.
The battle of that particular event saw that The Trading Company was awarded with their base.
On one of the guard towers of Pestovo, on a Friday, that was when another event began. With his partner snoozing his off shift away, one of the famed Pestovo snipers was studying the horizon for any signs of enemy assault as he was trained to do since his early youth. Something flickered in the distance and the sniper had to squint his eyes to see it better. At first, he wasn't sure what he was looking at. Then, it became clearer, the smoke from a torch which later manifested into something dark and monstrous. The torch bearer was snarls and muscles and motioned to more torch bearers. And soon there were thousands of them. "ORC!" The Salvarn was a native son of Pestovo and he knew the Berevar Orcs well. Never in all of his days had he seen an army of them mustered together. The sniper woke his partner up. "LOOK!" He yelled, and sounded the alarm carefully. "Get your ass up, Slarken." The sniper commanded his partner. "Ready your weapons, look what is out there."
A few moments later...a commander was roused from his sleep.
"What is all the trouble?" He asked of a servant.
The house maiden leaned towards the commander and handed him a distress letter. "It's an army sir."
"What!?" Why didn't you say so sooner!" The alarm was sounding all over the city at that point.
***
"How many you figure, Elthas?" The commander asked Elthas Belthasar who was looking at the group of warriors though a scope.
"It's an invasion force." Elthas said frankly. "I got a thousand-strong at least, with more on the way. There seems to be a portal of some sort out there bringing in their reinforcements."
"So we'll have to go out there and meet them?" The commander asked. The Orcs had not yet attacked.
"Likely, my old friend." Elthas said carefully. "This is what we have trained our whole lives for though."
Elthas turned towards the gathered Pestovo troops. He looked at the commander. "I need you to stay here." Elthas said. "Rally them, guide them to their victory."
"What about you, Elf?" The commander asked.
Elthas looked at the gathered. "I will need some volunteers. A small squad of you will do." Elthas would hand pick among the gathered warriors of Pestovo to mount a final defense. Elthas did not know of the combat capacity of the Berevar Orcs, but he knew Orc tactics in general. He looked at the gathered, they were not afraid of an army, they were not afraid to defend their turf. "We will go out there and provide the distraction needed for the commander to defend Pestovo. Who within your ranks has balls enough to bleed for Pestovo?" Elthas asked.
Elthas was not a native son of Slavar. But he'd embraced the Salvarns as though they were his own blood and had fought for them, bled for them, and killed for them. Elthas was naturally comfortable in a leadership role anyway. He tipped his hat to the gathered defenders of Pestovo as several joined him. Those were the true sons and daughters of Pestovo. Elthas took a moment took look up at the sky, there were clouds that were spewing the endless supply of snow. The clouds were particularly thick and were starting to turn into storm clouds. Elthas nodded towards the commander. "After we get out on the field, keep the gates closed commander." Elthas said calmly. "Do not allow them in the city." The two armies were staring at each other from across the field, it felt to Elthas as if they were waiting for something. Perhaps a command. Elthas signaled for his group of volunteers to approach him. "Come with me, we have to ensure a victory in Pestovo tonight." Elthas had a grim and serious expression on his face, he KNEW what Orcs were capable of doing. Whole cities were wasted in single Orc or Demon sieges from Haidia. But this time, it would be different.
Because Pestovo would not fall.
Not only that, Pestovo had one thing that the Orcs did not have.
They had him: Elthas Belthasar. He would guide the defenders to certain victory. Even if it cost him his own life.
Elthas heard the gates close behind as they all stepped on the field. "Shitty way to start a weekend." Elthas commented to nobody in specific. "On my mark, we charge the bastards. Go for quick kills, don't do any of that fancy shit and I will be there to back you all." Elthas said calmly. "We have to shut down their leadership units, and whatever is charging their portals."
"Sir, there's a portal out there?" One of the Pestovo volutneers asked.
Portals meant magic, and generally speaking, the Salvarns hated magic.
"Aye there is. But all magic can be disrupted." Elthas said. "We just have to find the power source."
The gathered volunteers readied their weapons.
Elthas took the lead point of the group and turned around to face his companions. "Today, we will fight in defense of the city we love. Today we will fight like the Heroes of olde and defend our honours." Elthas said and there was growing excitement on the eyes of the volunteers. Many of them were youths, but were already battle hardened. Elthas and his group of twenty men would stand a chance to defy history as they knew it. They would stand against an Iron Legion.
They would stand.
And they would win.
(Devonus and Alden you're in the volunteer squad too let's get ready to kick some Orc ASS!)