-The half-orc starred back on his men over his shoulder, then directed his gaze back to the horde of demons flooding out the portals opend by the bloodelfs. He slowly drew his axe and his shield as he took a defensive possetion. The diciplin of his soldiers shined out as they followed his example in one fluent motion, without a word they stood and waited as the horde of demons advanced swiftly towards them.-


The start og Guardians of Nothing.

After a glorius battle defending netherstorm, alot of stranger sat down at the same table that night. Tired of the merc life, sick of not knowing where the next paycheck came from.
Sir Valentine listend eagerly to the heated discussion as he leaned back into his seat.
Valentine was more than "well known" for his "no backing down" moral and his brutal take downs. This is altso why he sat alone at that table, or so people always thought.

That night the rain had left its trail from somthing sitting on the chair next to him, a small puddle of water that slowly seemed to grow bigger in the dimmed light of the bar.
Whispering was heard as Valentine kept his gaze on the debate and noddet slowly to the words.

No one has any reports on what happend more that night, sworn to secrecy of the creation.
But in the morning a total of 8 men, wit Dooggié Valentine in front came over the hilltops.
Shouting out the creating of an army of his own, no more mercing, shelter, steady pay and a day of each week.

Alot of people deflected from their current work possetions to join up with their new leader.
Dooggié send out word with his scouts to gather some of his old crew from old days to join up as officers and start a recruitment of their own.


The army now stands at the total of 400 feirce soldiers of all kinds of race and proffesions.
Several expensive machinery at the sight aswell.
The location is currently "Stormspire Tower" in Netherstorm, aiding the Etherals taking back, what the demons took.