Accusations were thrown around from all sides: the Guilds of Mercenaries, Jewellers, Architects. Wild rumours spread across the city – the Duke died after being stung by a specially bred assassin bee; the Duke was cursed by a powerful necromancer and died in horrible agony; the Duke found out his future from a fortune-teller and committed suicide. Some were completely ridiculous, such as the rumour that the Duke has fled the city with his mistress and left a dead double in his stead. But all these rumours agreed on one thing – Vallor no longer had a Duke.

Before all that, the Duke would serve as an arbiter in the endless disagreements between the Great Guilds. And now each guild attempted to promote their own candidate for that role in order to increase their power over the city. As always, there were far too many claims. Arguments broke out, followed by mutual insults and threats and very soon it all ended up in armed conflict. Units of city militia were unable to restore order when faced with well armed private armies that served the Great Guilds. Entire blocks were set ablaze across the city. Not a single fief managed to avoid being dragged into the war between the guilds and the usual course of life in the city was completely disrupted.The Guild of Shadows against the Guild of Merchants, the Guild of Architects against the Guild of Blades and so on. No one side of the conflict could gain a decisive advantage.

When the single commander was finally elected, the matter of financing the army became apparent. Enormous funds were required on a very short notice and Marquis Teebo de Bazan, who had the official position of the Master of Ducats, or put simpler – a treasurer for the previous Duke – has graciously agreed to deliver them. Officially Teebo was never part of any guilds. However rumours had it that he was somehow connected with the Merchant Guild and his word carried a lot of weight for them. Most powerful families of the city trusted him with managing their riches during times of peace.

Teebo has organized a collection of donations for the defense of the city and convinced the richest bankers to contribute significant sums of money. Some say that the Marquis has built himself quite a fortune in no small part due to this arrangement. Nonetheless, the funds that he managed to obtain were enough to organize a fairly effective defense of the city. The advance of Daishan elves was slowed down, however the situation still remained too dire. The numerous army of spider-like warriors was still a significant threat to the Upper City.

Among the defenders of Vallor, Brissa de Molforn was the most lucky and courageous commander. Before becoming an adventurer, Brissa served the Church in the Griffin Empire. She was an assassin initiated into the powerful Illuminati Order. Serving the Order was a life-long oath. Brissa was sent to Vallor with a secret assignment: to find and return an ancient artefact, the Heart of Vortirus, that once was kept by the Inquisition. But when she arrived to the Free City, Brissa to her great surprise discovered that this is perhaps the only place in Signum, whee anyone, no matter their past, could get a second chance. All they had to do was call themselves a freelance adventurer and enter of the city leagues. Wanting to forever escape her past, Brissa took the name of de Molforn, that supposedly belonged to her uncle twice removed.

Brissa found fame as an excellent shooter and an experienced warrior. With her valour and courage she inspired the defenders of the Upper City. When the most intense fighting of the siege was behind them, Brissa suggested a bold plan – to attack the Daishan themselves. Followers of the Spider Mother would not expect such a risky action from the besieged defenders. Given the danger and recklessness of such a mission, Brissa was ready to lead whatever detachment was to be assigned to it. Lord Khan Dir was against the whole idea to begin with, however. He considered the very thought of abandoning the mighty fortifications of the Upper City and facing down the hordes of spider elves to be complete and utter madness. But during the war council where Brissa has announced her plan, she was unexpectedly supported by Marquis Teebo de Bazan.
“I agree with the young lady. It is impossible to win a war being on the defensive all the time.” He said. “And if I were a warrior and not a banker, I would have led this undertaking myself.”

Khan Dir was clearly displeased with Teebo’s speech, but the Master of Ducats was too influential a figure in Vallor, and getting in a spat with him was not part of the ogre’s plans. Therefore he was forced to agree with Brissa’s plan. Or rather pretend to for the rest of the council. In reality he thought that this errand will end in failure and the girl’s chances to survive are low.

As the Lord of War, Khan Dir made sure that Brissa’s troop would only get the most unfit warriors, barely suited for service. Most of them had disciplinary issues and were considered to be completely unruly. The detachment that was thus assembled was nicknamed the “Demented Bastards” by the defenders of the city and that name stuck to it even in the official historical records of Vallor. Khan Dir unknowingly did Brissa an invaluable favour. For a plan such as hers, only true madmen or hotheads who do not value their own lives would make suitable troops.

Besides that, the young woman found several unexpected allies. A small group of wolfens under the leadership of Roar Ironsides has decided to join her. In the past Roar served as a Captain in the wolfen fief and had a lot of experience when it came to war. Apart from Roar, the sorceress Zema, dwarf-centaur Grir the Stubborn and a goblin by the name of Krir joined the troop. As it turned out, despite their questionable reputation, they were worth an entire company of elite soldiers.

Using the underground tunnels of the Free City to sneak behind its walls, Brissa suddenly attacked the Daishan encampment. At the time only a token force of elves remained here, mostly servants and nobles, trained to pamper to the Queen-Mother’s every wish. The main forces of the Daishan were locked in the assault of the city and could not assist the camp in time. The “Demented Bastards” managed to destroy the majority of spider matriarchs. The Queen-Mother herself survived by a miracle, though she did suffer an injury in her fight against Brissa. She was so frightened by the boldness of the defenders that she ordered her daughters to lift the siege immediately and return to the dark forests of the Daishan.

When the defenders of the Upper City saw that the elves are quickly retreating from the captured districts, Lord Khan Dir was quick to use this success as his own. Surrounded by a powerful retinue of bodyguards and at the head of a large army, he marched from the gates of the Upper City. If he acted more decisively that day, the threat of Daishan elves would have been dealth with once and for all. But Khan Dir was never gifted with the wisdom of a warlord. He only pretended that he was going to attack the Daishan elves with all his forces, but in reality he allowed them to leave the smoking ruins of Vallor without retribution.

As one of his first decrees, the new Duke has announced that the Free Leagues are disbanded. Additionally, the Council of Lords has been significantly restricted in its rights. That way Khan Dir has strengthened his own power and influence over the city and that of the Great Guilds.

Brissa de Molforn openly spoke against the new laws. She considered the Great Guilds to be at fault for all the grief that has befallen Vallor and called for them to be punished for it. This naturally caused quite a stir of indignation among the Grand Masters and they demanded immediate action from Khan Dir. The young woman was saved from prison or, what was more likely,m from a poisoned blade of an assassin, by the care of her old friends. The fellowship between the “Demented Bastards” remained unshaken. Its members helped Brissa to escape pursuit in time or avoid a prepared trap. A new conflict was growing in the city that has not yet recovered from the recent slaughter. Brissa’s popularity among the common soldiers and defenders of Vallor was still very high and Khan Dir was forced to search for someone to do his dirty work.

Brissa’s old nemesis – a wolfen called Hidrex – was held in the city prison the “Thousand screams”. Long ago Hidrex was part of the wolfen clan of Vallor, but betrayed and killed many of his former brethren. Brissa helped capture the traitor and he was put behind bars for life. He was not executed only because the former Duke considered a quick death to be far too lenient for this traitor. Lord Khan Dir promised Hidrex his freedom and even the title of the Lord of War if he manages to capture Brissa and deliver her to the Duke’s palace. Upon hearing Brissa de Molforn’s name the wolfen has let out a furious growl. He dreamed of taking vengeance for his humiliation and imprisonment himself.

Hidrex has gathered a gang of real dregs of the city and got to carrying out the mission that was given to him. He started to hunt each and every member of the “Demented Bastards” and ruthlessly slaughtered anyone who refused to help him.

Having heard what is happening in the city through his spies, Teebo de Baza has warned Khan Dir:
“You are making a mistake by playing with fire, My Lord. What if one day you wake up and find Brissa’s blade at your throat? You would do well to call back the insane wolfen before it is too late.”

Teebo turned out to be right at least in part. Brissa indeed appeared in the Duke’s palace. But not to kill Khan Dir. She agreed to surrender herself to authorities in order to save those, who would still defend her even with their own lives. Brissa’s noble decision did not move the ogre at all however. He ordered to chain the woman and throw her into the “Thousand Screams” prison. Brissa’s unexpected imprisonment stopped Hidrex from carrying out his long-plotted vengeance.
“Give her to me, Mylord. And I will make her truly suffer.” The Wolfen demanded when he found out that his prey has slipped through his fingers.

Khan Dir was not used to ultimatums and gave the wolfen a rude warning:
“Begone and do not dare to show yourself in my sight ever again. Otherwise I will return you to the hole you crawled out of, that I swear by the Gods.”

This answer only served to anger Hidrex further. However he realized that arguing with the ogre is useless. Hidrex decided to carry out what he already attempted many years ago – to take power in the city by force. An annual City Assembly was going to take place in Vallor soon, and every Grand Master of the Great Guilds and the Duke himself were going to take part. It was hard to imagine a better time to strike.

But Roar Ironsides found out about the planned attack.
“We need to rescue Brissa!” He said when all remaining members of the Demented Bastards were gathered. “And for that we must attack the city prison.”
“Storm the “Thousand Screams” prison? It is impossible!” The goblin Krir exclaimed.
“But the impossible is our specialty.” The Sorceress Zema said thoughtfully, stroking her disembodied pet Flick.

Before the day when the Assembly was planned to begin, Roar and several members of the troop have infiltrated the prison. At first Brissa refused to leave her cell, thinking that this would bring about the Duke’s wrath upon the heads of her comrades. However when she found out what danger now threatened the city, she agreed to take up her weapon once more.

Brissa and her friends made it to the palace just in time. Hidrex’s cutthroats have locked in all the City Assembly members in the meeting hall. A small detachment of city militia under the command of Constable Ogrok could not offer sufficient resistance to the well-armed bandits, but the sudden reinforcements that Brissa’s people provided has tipped the scales. After a short, but bloody fight the Demented Bastards have won. All members of the Assembly including the Duke were released.

But Hidrex himself was nowhere to be seen, neither among those killed, nor among those arrested by the militia. The senses of a former Illuminati assassin made Brissa realize that Hidrex is somewhere nearby. The young woman has found the wolfen in a small room near the very roof. Hidrex was planning to destroy the Duke and all guild Grand Masters in one fell swoop, with the help of a magical bomb called the “Destroyer”. This was the most destructive weapon ever to be created in the Free City.

“Step away from the bomb at once, or I will shoot.” Brissa ordered. She was armed with two pistols, one in each hand. From a distance like that the young woman would never miss. But madness could be easily seen in eyes of the wolfen. Hidrex let out a wild laughter – he has already activated the bomb. Brissa had but a few moments before the Destroyer’s spinning movement would reach the required acceleration, and once that happened the burst of magic energy would destroy everything within a two hundred meter radius. Stopping it was no longer possible.

Brissa managed to break a window and perform a breathtaking jump to the roof of the adjacent building. The following explosion has completely destroyed the Ruby Arcana Palace. Hidrex’s body was pulled from under the rubble. His arm was torn off by the shockwave, his face was scarred beyond recognition and fur was coming off his body in smoking clumps, but the wolfen’s heart continued to beat by some miracle. Perhaps even the Gods of the Underworlds refused to take him.

When all Senior Masters of the Architect Guild have gathered in a dimly lit hall, Varga felt his heart clench in worry. Such a pity that a living clump of muscle was beating in his chest, so imperfect, so vulnerable in comparison with any mechanism of gears and springs, that knows no fatigue or doubt.

Varga begun his demonstration by showing the venerable audience his first unique creation – a mechanical butterfly. He put it on a small table and the butterfly opened its azure wings. Varga has produced a thin flute from his pocket and begun to play it softly. The butterfly has taken to air and started fluttering around, following the tune’s rhythm. The next item was a mechanical servant. He could stand on one foot and juggle heavy rocks. On Varga’s command, the servant has built a small tower out of these rocks within a few seconds. The Senior Masters, who remained silent until then, gasped in awe.
“Enough!” The Grand Master, who was a pureblood elf female, raised her voice sternly. “An artificial butterfly that follows a flute, a builder-juggler, what next? It seems you have mistaken this place for a circus, young man.”
“Not at all, My Lady. You are, of course, absolutely right, these toys are not worth your attention. Here is my true invention!” Varga said and cast off a long cloak that covered his entire body.

The audience gasped again. Varga had six arms and all of them were completely mechanical. Varga bowed and all six arms came to life at once. One part worked on his hairdo, the second started counting and scribbling the results into a notepad, the third grabbed a thread and a needle and begun to put back a button that has fallen off.

The silence that hang heavy in the hall was interrupted by a furious Grand Master.
“How dare you profane yourself and our entire guild? Madman, I exile you!”

Thus the success planned by Varga Quark has turned into his worst failure. He was exiled from the Architect Guild in shame and now not even the most rundown guild in Vallor wanted to do anything with him. But this did not stop Varga. He thought that he has made the greatest discovery of all – that is he learned how to change biological limbs for better mechanical ones. To continue his favourite research, Varga needed funds. And as he was exiled from a guild, he decided to create one of his own and called it the “Ortus Automaton Corporation”. Varga did what he did best and started inventing mechanical body parts for humans and other races. Now those who lost their legs could walk again, the deaf and the blind could hear and see better than ever. Of course his mechanical inventions were not cheap, but Varga has never experienced a lack of clients. Very soon he learned how to replace not just limbs, but important organs. He could make a new heart for a rich man out of gold and gems or return a noble lady’s favourite lapdog to life, making it into a mechanical construct. Money poured into his Corporation and very soon Ortus Automaton grew from a small workshop into a huge enterprise with its own factories and labs.

Varga tried to make his every new invention perfect whereas his own biological body he considered to be a cruel joke of nature. With the stubbornness of a maniac, Varga changed and enhanced his body, re-building it, making additions and modernizing. He has surrounded himself with hundreds of mechanical servants who worked day and night. He considered his main purpose to be the creation of mechanisms that would possess intelligence, soul even. Many claim that Varga Quark did not just create an enterprise, he started a whole religion in the city. In his teachings, Varga claims that the Gods are not perfect. Just like humans they can make mistakes and are subject to emotions. Mechanisms are much more perfect when compared to them and that is where the true God could be found in his opinion. Therefore Varga called upon everyone to change and modernize their own imperfect bodies on the only true path to the God of Machines.

Now Ortus Automaton has become something very much like one of the Great Guilds. The Corporation has a wide network of contacts far beyond the city reaches and is capable of fulfilling any order, no matter how demanding, as long as it is paid for by hard ducats. Varga barely ever appears from the bowels of his lab. His mechanical servant always handles the clients and sends messages to his master through a likewise mechanical commissionaire. This, however, does not stop Varga from influencing the social and political life of Vallor. His corporation is a new power in the city and it desperately requires any allies that can aid it in the fight against the all-powerful guilds.

Varga met Brissa in his personal office that appeared to be something of a mix between a technical lab and a secret temple, consecrated in the name of an unknown god. Varga’s emotionless voice reminded Brissa about the scraping sound of metal on metal and his weird shape was tightly wrapped in cloth. Varga explained to the woman that he was one of her old admirers. Her bravery and valour in the face of danger have always inspired him, this Varga has decided to present her with a somewhat unusual gift.
“I called you, Lady Brissa, not to waste your time without purpose on a so-called social courtesy. I have a much more pragmatic goal and I have a gift for you. A gift, that I believe, will be quite useful for the Lord of War.”

On Varga’s order his mechanical servants removed a veil from a large cage and Brissa saw Hidrex. At first Brissa was horrified of the half-mechanical monstrosity that barely even looked like the wolfen it once has been. But Varga explained that from now on this beast will obey her every command. His engineers did a good work on the mutilated body of the wolfen that they pulled out from under the rubble. Now he was clad in iron armour and his right paw was completely replaced with a mechanical prosteshis.
“He who tried to kill you when he was alive will not become your most trustworthy bodyguard. There is a certain irony in that, would you not agree? Go on, put your hand in his maw. There is no cause for fear .”

Brissa has turned pale, but nonetheless extended her arm and put her hand into the open jaws of the wolfen. The monster could do as little as move his head an she would have been left without a limb, but Hidrex obediently remained still, his jaws still open.
“There! You see?” Varga exclaimed triumphantly.

It was no surprise that Brissa found herself awed by such a “gift”. And in exchange Varga Quark only wanted one thing – her loyalty. He did not have any true allies in Vallor and was in dire need of rectifying that quickly, especially when faced with the all-powerful guilds.

But Varga was not the only one to observe Brissa’s every step carefully and conceive plans of getting the new Lord of War as their ally. The next invitation came from Teebo de Bazan. The Master of Ducts wanted to speak with her one-on-one with no unwanted witnesses. Having almost limitless financial capabilities, he offered her friendship and the patronage of the Merchant Guild, one of the most influential in Vallor.

A certain rivalry has developed between the Master of Ducats and Varga Quark. In order to rebuild the Lower City after the Daishan Elf invasion, Duke Khan Dir addressed the members of the City Assembly. Teebo de Bazan promised to give the city an unlimited credit to help the affected districts. But the city lacked workers to ensure that the reconstruction will be done in time. It was then that Varga Quark made the Duke an offer he could not refuse. He promised to restore the Lower City within one year with his own resources and not take a single ducat from the city treasury in return. If the contract were to be fully observed, Varga wanted the Duke to issue an edict that would give Ortus Automaton the same privileges as the Great Guilds. The Duke, of course, agreed which caused Teebo de Bazan’s displeasure. Nonetheless, the conditions that Varga offered seemed to be so unrealistic, that the Duke’s decision did not cause too much discontent even among the guild representatives.
“Very well then, let this madman Varga attempt to accomplish the impossible and I will observe his failure!” Teebo de Bazan added after some thought.

When the contract was signed, Varga immediately went about carrying it out. On the morning of the next day the citizens of Vallor were awoken by a strange rattle. Scores of sleepy faces looked out of their windows in surprise, observing an army of mechanical workers that marched out of the factories of Ortus Automaton in neat columns. These workers did not need neither food nor rest or sleep. The next several months the construction efforts continued through day and night. As a result, the Lower City was completely rebuilt even faster than was agreed upon and Varga demanded that the Duke honours his part of the contract.
The Master of Ducats argued more than anyone else, claiming that Khan Dir should completely abandon the promises he made. However Varga has foreseen this, The head of the Automaton corporation appealed to Brissa de Molforn as an independent arbiter and the Lord of War of the Free City. It was a well calculated decision as Brissa had a sharp sense of justice and considered breaking a word given to be one of the worst crimes. The Duke had to meet Varga’s demands and now his Corporation received the same rights as any of Vallor’s Great Guilds.

Teebo de Bazan felt that he was made a fool of, but it was too late to do anything about it. But he did swear that sooner or later he will buy off Varga’s enterprise and shut it down for good.

“Unheard of impudence!” Khan Dir growled in indignation upon hearing the ambassadors. “Who does this boy think he is? THe Free City has never bowed down to any Emperor’s and will not do so now either.”In response Demian has called a new Crusade with the purpose of taking the Free City. And this undertaking was supposed to be led by the Empire’s first Marshall-Protector Roland Proud.

These news did not frighten Khan Dir, however. He declared the City’s walls to be unbreakable. Not to mention that Vallor had allies that could help the city weather this war. Being a large trade port, the Free City lay on the intersection of several river and sea routes. The Duke has called about the Sea Brotherhood – a company of pirates and corsairs – before and now promised them a large reward, hiring them to serve as the Free City’s navy.The pirates promised to hinder Imperial vessels that carried military and provisional supplies. At first this strategy has given good results. The attack of the pirate flotilla has nearly paralyzed seafaring in Imperial waters, bringing about Demian’s wrath. The steel legions, unmatched on land, were completely useless when it came to sea battles and the declared Crusade was in danger of being thwarted before it even began.

The Empire’s position was saved by Roland Proud. In his youth this famed knight spent some time as a slave of a galley, but managed to free himself and rise to being a captain of a pirate ship. He knew the habits of the corsairs well. Roland has made a demonstration of destroying the crown gem of the pirate fleet – the frigate “Harpoon” – with the help of griffarims, who sunk the ship in moments by dropping heavy rocks upon it from the air. The other ships of the flotilla were given an ultimatum: be sent to the depth or serve under the Empire’s banner as legitimized corsairs of his Imperial Majesty. The pirates did not need any more persuasion and the Free City has lots its entire navy in but a single day. An easy victory that seemed so closed has slipped away from Vallor’s forces. Now the city was left one-on-one with the most powerful army of the continent.

To make matters worth, another trick that Khan Dir devised has fallen flat. The Duke has attracted a number of mountain orc tribes to the Free City banners. They were supposed to harass the Empire’s main forces in the border areas and during river crossings. But Roland found an effective countermeasure again. He sent patrols mounted on griffins ahead of his army and was receiving timely warnings about enemy attacks. In several border skirmishes the Free City units and orc mercenaries have suffered significant losses without being able to slow down the Empire’s advance towards their city.

Vallor’s situation was quickly becoming depressing. Arguments about the next course of action have erupted all across the city. Some were ready to take up arms, some insisted on pleading for peace no matter the price. The opinions of the Great Guilds too were split. The Guilds of Shadows and Blades wanted to continue fighting. The Merchant Guild, on the contrary, thought that peace should be concluded as soon as possible by meeting whatever demands the Emperor puts forth. The opinion of the merchants was shared by Teebo de Bazan.
“This is treason!” The young woman announced the moment she entered.
“I want to save the city, save thousands of its citizens and you call it treason? Emperor Demian demands that we venerate his One God. What does it matter if we worship one god or many if it saves our lives? We should meet the Emperor’s demands and get rid of this upstart Varga Quark once and for all.”
“So this is the root of it all.” Said Brissa, “Pathetic need for revenge is all that drives you. You did not forget that Varga outsmarted you and now you want to pay him back. There is nothing else to it. And all these noble words about saving the city and its citizens are nothing but a veil, a cover to hide you ego. Very well then. Know that while I am the Lord of War in Vallor, your plans will never come to fruition.”
“This will not last for long.” The Marquish warned her grimly.
On the hastily gathered meeting of the City Assembly, Teebo suggested that Brissa de Molforn be sacked from her position as the Lord of War. He hoped that the Duke would support his demand. However Khan Dir has surprised everyone by supporting Brissa.
“I never thought I would say this, Brissa, but only you can save the Free City now. I do not ask you to kill Roland Proud, but you must take it to the field against him and make him retreat.” Khan Dir said.

Brissa took the Duke’s offer. Mounted on a half-mechanical monstrous wolfen Hidrex, she stood at the head of the Free City army’s vanguard. The soldiers were still ready to follow her even to their death. The Demented Bastards stand as the first line of defense in the city’s arm, serving as Brissa’s personal guard. Having found out about this decision, Varga Quark has ordered to repurpose all factories of Ortus Automaton for weapons production. The work of mechanical hammers there does not stop even for a minute.

At the same time the lands outside of the Free City walls are covered in an ocean of blue-uniformed Imperial soldiers. Here lies the gigantic encampment of Roland Proud.

Will one city, founded on the alliance of such different powers, stand against an entire empire?