Legion Commander

They came without warning. Within the city walls of Stonehall there came a rumble and a terrible sound, and from blackness unknown came a force of beasts numbering beyond count, wielding flame and foul sorcery, slaying and snatching mothers and sons to dark purpose. Of once-mighty Stonehall's military strength only the Bronze Legion, led by the indomitable Commander Tresdin, was near enough to answer the call of battle. They rode into their city, fighting through bloodstained alleyways and burning markets, cutting their way through the monstrous throng to the source of the sudden invasion: an ethereal rift within the city square, and at its precipice thundered their dreaded champion.

Enwrapped in a corrosive shimmer, the leader of the abyssal horde swung its massive blade, cleaving a legionnaire in two as his flesh began to spoil. Tresdin lifted her blood-stained sword and settled her sights on the beast. It turned, smiling at her through a maze of teeth. Heedless of the battle raging around them, they charged one another.

Deflecting blow after blow, the pair danced their deadly duel as the Bronze Legion met its end around them. Tresdin leapt forward as her foe swung its sword to meet her. The odds turned. The attack smashed into Tresdin suddenly, a brutal thrust from the side, but even as her balance slipped she rallied her strength for another stroke. Blade scraped on blade, beyond the hilt to the gnarled paw below, carving it in two in a fearsome spray of sparks and blood. The vile audience looked on in astonishment as she pressed the attack, driving her blade through her foe's flesh into the stampeding heart within. With a scream that split the clouds above, the beast erupted in a torrent of gore and anguish. The stygian portal wavered, the power sustaining the chasm beyond vanishing as suddenly as it had appeared. The remaining invaders fell quickly to Stonehall steel.

Though victorious, the survivors saw little to celebrate: the city lay in ruins, and survivors were few. Fires continued to spread. Unfurling her banners of war, Tresdin gathered what allies she could. Her anger smoldered as she pledged brutal vengeance upon the forces of the abyss, and damned be any who would dare stand in her way.

それらは何の前触れもなくやってきた。Stonehallの街に轟音と共に現れた、炎と邪悪な魔術を纏った数えきれないほどの暗黒の化物の軍勢は、女子供を殺し、その闇の中に飲み込んでいった。Stonehallが持つ軍のうち、不屈の司令官Tresdinが率いるBronze Legionだけがその戦場の呼び声を聞きつける事ができる場所にいた。彼女らは街になだれ込み、血飛沫まみれの路地や燃え盛る市場を化物共を切り裂きながら突き抜け、侵略者の発生源に辿り着いた。都市の広場には時空の裂け目があり、その際に恐るべし闘士がいた。
深淵からの軍勢の指導者がその腐食性のくすんだ光を纏う巨大な刃を振うと、兵たちの肉は切り裂かれると同時に朽ち果てていった。Tresdinは血まみれになった自身の剣を構えると、その化物へと視線を向けた。それは振り返り、不揃いに並んだ歯牙を見せながら笑みを浮かべた。周囲で起こっている死闘の熱気を無視し、彼らは互いに向って駆け出した。
倒れゆくBronze Legionの輪の中で、刃と刃がぶつかり合う死の舞踏を彼女は舞った。彼女の敵が彼女に向って刃を振り下ろすと同時に彼女は前に跳んだ。その時だった。Tresdinを襲う斬撃が突如として彼女の側面から襲ってきたが、バランスを崩す動きすらも次の一撃の力へと変えた。刃が刃の上を滑りぬけ、柄を握るコブだらけの指をすさまじい火花と血と共に切断した。周囲の邪悪な者どもが彼女の攻勢に虚を突かれている間に、彼女の刃は敵の胴体の中、暴れ狂う心臓へと押し込まれていった。化物は激痛と怒りに、雲を切り裂くほどの咆哮をあげた。Stygianの門が波打ち、その裂け目を支えていた力はそれが出現した時と同様に突如消滅した。侵略者の残党はStonehallの軍によってすぐさま制圧された。
勝利はしたものの、それを喜ぶ者は少なかった。都市は破壊しつくされ、生存者は極僅か。炎は広がり続けている。自身の軍旗を掲げると、Tresdinは出来る限り仲間を集めた。怒りと共に、深淵の軍勢への復讐とそれを妨げるあらゆるものを滅ぼす覚悟が燻っていた。