Well, now that I’m done writing orders for a bit, I can finally write about what happened. So, I was in Lion’s Arch for some hush-hush meetings with the Captain’s Council, telling them about some of the, ah, Whispers we’d heard about Scarlet’s plans. And, well… it didn’t go well.
I am the Commander of the Pact. I am the Champion of Orr, one of the slayers of Zhaitan. And I am an experienced warrior, a Legionnaire of Iron Legion. When I state that a city’s defenses are insufficient, I cannot be dismissed as “not knowing what he’s talking about”. I am aware of Lion’s Arch’s natural defenses, the terrain, and its forts. I know of the courage of the Lionguard.
And I also knew that none of that would help them at all against an aerial assault. But my warnings went unheeded. I was just about to leave the city in disgust when I looked up… and saw the first airships.
The next minutes were chaos. I yelled to all who would listen to take cover, to find something solid to shelter behind, and took the advice myself. The bombardment tore through the city, lighting fires and taking lives. After a while, the cannons ceased fire, as the enemy forces assaulted the city.
I rallied whoever I could to follow me, and started trying to fight my way to Fort Marriner. Then I realized there was no way the bridge was intact, and looked around. The way north was cut off by fire and rubble, so I lead the little group I’d gathered to the east, blasting my way through whatever hostiles got in my way.
One thing Lion’s Arch has going for it—it always has a lot of adventurers hanging around. So I was able to link up with other groups that were fighting their way clear of the city.
Why didn’t we fight to hold the city? Simple. It was already lost. The enemy was everywhere, and there was no organizing a defense in the midst of them. We had to fall back, regroup… survive. Somewhere in there a blast knocked me off my feet, and killed some of those I was with. Another time a krait got close enough to me I kicked him in the face with my new foot. I was glad for those sharpened steel claws, there.
By the time we reached the southeast edge of the city, we were all in sorry shape. I’d used my water magic to keep everyone moving as much as I could, but there was no time to do a proper job of healing them. My mechanical foot was in sorry shape, too. I had quite the limp, to be honest. But we made it to where some Lionguard were holding out, helping survivors out of the city. I looked back for a moment, to see the city burning and overrun, that haze already starting to fill the area.
I managed to shepherd my group to a refugee camp, then collapsed myself. My foot just gave out with a squeal that would have woken the dead, just about. I’ve been stuck here ever since, though now at least I’ve got some people putting my prosthetic foot back together.
I’ve already written to Trahearne about mobilizing our airships for a counterattack, but I don’t know if they’ll make it in time. Orr isn’t the kind of place you just pull out of whenever you feel like it. This Scarlet timed her attack well.
I’ve been idle too long. I should’ve been on her tail, hunting her down, not sitting around waiting for my foot to get built. I mean, yeah, it would’ve been hard with one foot, but I’m the Commander of the Pact! I faced Zhaitan!
All those people… she’s got a lot to pay for now. And Scarlet will pay. She’ll pay…
But I’m not sure that will quiet the new ghosts in my dreams.