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The land of Eostia was once a peaceful kingdom, blessed with both natural beauty and an abundance of resources for those who called the land their home. But after hundreds of years of military skirmishes between the race of humans and the dark elves of the north, the land is once again thrown into the turmoils of full-blown war.

In a sickening display of treachery, the leader of the Kuroinu mercenary company, once regarded as heroes for many, a man who was known throughout the county simply as Vault, renounced his decade's long contract with the High Queen of the elves and declared war upon the whole of Eostia. He declared the beginnings of his so-called Country, by enslaving and subjugating every woman alive into nothing more than sexual playthings for the hungry horde of rapists and killers who followed him. His first act of forming his Kuroinu Sex Empire was to take over the Black Fortress, the home of the High Queen of the Dark Elves, Olga Discordia. As his monstrous army spread throughout the lands, raping, burning, and killing anyone or anything who stood in their way, only the Seven Shield Alliance led by Celestine Lucross, the Goddess reborn, could hope to stand against him.

Battle lines were drawn and alliances were made as Olga Discordia and her loyal retainer, the half-elf Chloe, made good on their escape from her besieged kingdom of Garan and made their way to the Fortress City of Ken where her greatest rival, Celestine, awaited.

It was on that day that an uneasy alliance was made between the Dark Elves and the Seven Shields, for they held a common enemy in the Kuroinu. The newly made alliance quickly began mustering its troops and gathering materials for the war effort that would affect the lives of every man, woman, and child who called Eostia home. If they fell, then there would be nothing and no one to stop the hordes of Vault from plunging the land of Eostia into the dark times of debauchery and horror.

-Layna P.O.V -

It had been a month since the war with the Kuroinu had started when the sky became filled with hundreds of little red falling-stars. Visible even through the normal rainfall that covered the area for the past few days. The fire had covered the skies as far as the eye could see and some of the fireballs had even fallen down not many miles from her home. A traveler passing through showed her a piece of the strange metal, flat and melted yet clearly there were colors still painted on. Hundreds of similar pieces had fallen throughout the land, into forests and fields and even castles as far as Ken, or so the man had said. Most of them were smaller than his, a few were of the same size, and he had seen one as large as a man's head being carried around by a farmer to the north. Some of the landings could be heard and felt from far away, though the storm had made it almost impossible to do so near her families Inn.

For many, the strange occurrence had been a welcome distraction to the feeling of fear and helplessness that strangled the countryside since the war started. Even if it was only a short while, the news of villages being raided and destroyed over-night seemed, seemed to leave her and her families minds as they watched the sky burn in beautiful shades of red, orange, and yellow.

The morning after, the burning sky seemed to be the only thing anyone was talking about. Some believed it was a bad omen, a sign of victory for the black dogs and a clear sign that peace was over. So wrapped up in their gossip and talk of evil omens, no one noticed a lone traveler wander into the villages lone inn around mid-morning. Lyanna didn't even take notice until her mother made her take him a morning meal an hour after he settled in.

He was a very large man, and while Layna had never learned to count heights, He towered over most men in the village and took nearly a head taller than her own father. Half again as large as herself, that was for sure, and wider around the shoulders than any man she had ever met by a fair margin.

He was also the most handsome man she had ever seen in her life. Sure, she didn't the most experience, but from the way the other women of the village, single and married both, spoke about him in hushed tones or stared at him dreamily on the rare occasions he left the inn, it was assumed they found him as comely as she did. Like a knight out of a fairy tale.

She even caught her own mother staring at him a few times!

He had paid well too, far too well in fact. An entire Silver piece for a simple room and two meals a day for the three days he stayed. Her parents took the silver without complaint, as travel between villages have dwindled after the outbreak of the war to the point where almost a fortnight would pass before a single room in the inn was filled.

A Silver Sovereign was more than her family made in an entire month, even back before the war when they were bursting at the seams with customers. A single man providing it for the bare minimum of goods seemed to be a godsend to the poor family.

She had been taught to not take from strangers, nor lie to any man, nor con any customer. Her mother had said so many times to her in her youth, and Ms. Robin at school was keen to remind her as well. To take such a sum of money was wrong, despite the situation her family found themselves in. This man, clearly a foreigner to their land could not know the value of its currency and to take advantage of his ignorance was not the right thing to do. Father might be a bit displeased, but he would forgive her. Hopefully...

She entered the man's rented room to deliver his morning meal, three eggs cooked over easy and bacon fried crispy served with toasted bread and a mug of boiled water, the same meal prepared for him every morning since his arrival. Today, however, would the first time since his arrival she had spoken a word to the mysterious stranger.

"Sir? here is your coin, we cannot take it. It is too much, I cannot in good faith take this and pretend to give you your worth of food. Do you have a lesser coin, a few copper or steel ones perhaps?"

The man looked at her for an instant, and she immediately became mesmerized the second she saw his eyes. Blue as the sky and more intense than the sun, this man had the look of someone who had seen many things. People like those visited her family's work every so often, telling stories that might or might not be true. But his eyes seemed to radiate kindness like no other man she had ever met. A strength both in character and body that few men could hope to match.

"Take it. you need it more than I do" The voice was deep and filled with both confidence and strength, the sort of voice that made many a girl blush. At least she hoped so because she felt her own cheeks grow warm and her shoulders rise forward. Turning around to let the man enjoy his food and avoid further embarrassment, Layna walked past her father and back into the kitchen trying to slow the beating of her heart.

The day continued on like all the others, Lyana finished her chores and helped her mother cook dinner for their family and one guest. All the while asking any question that seemed to enter her head about the stranger.

"What man refuses Ale and mead and only drinks boiled water? "She heard her father ask.

"A man who can afford to be as acentric as he pleases" her mother responded.

"Do you think the White star on his chest is a sigil of a noble family?" Lyana asked.

"If it is, he not like any noble I have ever heard of" her mother answered.

"Do you think he's a knight?" Lyana asked

"What kind of knight carries only a shield and no sword" her father responded.

"How long do you think he'll stay," Lyana asked

"If he keeps paying us like he does, as long as he wants" her father laughed

Then it happened.

It was the middle of the night, most in the sleepy village had long since retired to their beds, but Lyana found it difficult to sleep. The sound of heavy rainfall keeping her up into the wee hours of the night. When the screaming started, Lyana assumed it was her imagination, it wasn't until she heard the clashing of steel when she looked at the window.

Dozens of orcs and dozens of more men stormed the village gates killing anyone and anything that crossed their path. She could see some men drag the bakers' wife behind a building, while an orc crushed the butcher's eldest son to death with its bare hands. Some of the village men were trying to defend themselves and fight back but they were caught unprepared and were out-numbered and outmatched by the professional mercenaries.

She ran to wake her parents, but she was too late to warn them of the horror that had befallen their home, as the front door to the inn was forced open and an assortment of the vilest men Lyana had ever seen entered, led by the largest orc of the war party.

The orc was a giant in black armor and green cloth, and beside him sat a dozen men clad much the same way. Shields and shirts embroidered with the head of a snarling black dog and sword on a crimson field, and all were covered in varying bits of armor. The leader wore full plate, as massive and intimidating as he was, and the rest had a strange assortment of plate, mail, and leather.

One of the brutes held Lyana'ors mother by her neck as a rat-faced man ripped her blouse, two more men held her father down and forced him to watch as they manhandled his wife of near 20 years. Before Lyana could even move her path was blocked by a man who looked older than her father with skin like old leather.

"well look at what we have here boys," the man said with a voice like sandpaper as he pawed at her body." a fresh flower not even plucked yet, and here I thought we 'd all have to take turns with the old cow,"

The men laughed "looks like we got ourselves some mother-daughter action!" Before throwing her into the waiting arms of the orc, whose breath and odor reminded Lyana of spoiled food and manure. She could feel his breath on her body, caking her with filth as her body froze up in fear.

Before however, they could go any further with their assault, their attention was shifted when the sound of footsteps came from the stairs. It seemed the noise of the attacking war party had caused the inn's lone occupant to leave the relative safety of his room, for what purpose Lyanna couldn't be sure. He was staring at the black dogs as if challenging them to fight. The orc let her go, and with the mercenaries turned towards the stranger. There was a rage in the orcs black eyes, but also a strange look of satisfied madness. He wanted to fight and to kill, it was clear for all to see. One by one they all drew their weapons, a collection of ugly looking things, as they stared at the interloper.

"Looks like we have ourselves a hero here," one of them said, an older man the others had called Ramsay. "Perhaps you would like to save the fair maiden here for yourself. We can't have any o that nonsense no, and I bet you'd fight better angry too. Might last for more than a moment against us then."

Advancing on her, he drew a rusting dagger, and Layna saw her whole life flashing before her eyes as he raised his now armed hand above her. Father screamed at the leather-clad mercenary to stop, and her mother struggled to escape the men's grip on her but to no avail. She was going to die, having seen only thirteen years, never having kissed, married, seen a city, had chil-

Church bells.

Or so it sounded to Lyana's ears as a massive shield smashed against her assailants head, shattering his skull and helmet both, throwing him across the room like a rag doll and with enough force to shatter the wall that was behind him.

"Wrong move."

A whirling sound caught her attention and too fast for Layna to see clearly how he had done it, but by some magic, the shield was returned to its owner, like it had a mind of its own. He stood tall, his face was a mask of determination but his eyes were filled with such anger and disgust, causing every man in the room save the black-armored giant to take a step away. The Orc growled and tensed, before he charged at the blue-clothed challenger, intending to rip the human in front of him limb from limb.

To the shock of everyone present, the man met the massive orc halfway, leaping above the monsters head and landing behind the bewildered beasts with the grace of a cat. He swung his shield low towards the orc's knee, with enough force to create a sickening snap from the sound of shattering leg bones. Unable to support its weight with one leg, the orc crumbled to the floor, wailing like a wounded animal in pain like so many of its previous victims.

THUNG

The sound of a church bell once again filled Lyana's ears as the strange shield connected to the skull of the orc, hitting the massive beast with enough force to catapult its now lifeless body towards the group of stunned mercenaries, silencing its wails once and for all, before its wielder turned to the remaining mercenaries. Layna could not believe what she had seen, he had moved far too fast for someone that big, and he processed strength that no normal man had, and by the looks of both her parents, they seemed to match both her awe as well as her shock.

His eyes searched the room, sizing up his frightened opponents, instantly many of them took a step back, those who were overwhelmed by fear simply stood still, at the least two of whom had visibly pissed themselves.

"So. Which one of you men are next?" Steve Rogers spoke, and with that, the course of the Kuroinu rebellion was changed and history of Eostia would never be the same .

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