The summer fires are fading. Farmers gather their last harvests under ashen skies, and the first chill winds of autumn sweep across Saarivalkea. Yet unease grows: raiding parties of pig-faced Sarvasika have been sighted on the fringes of the vale, burning storehouses and slaughtering livestock.

The river crossing at Vahtisilta — once a forgotten stone span used by hunters and traders — now takes on deadly importance. Scouts whisper that the Ashen Hand banners have been glimpsed in the treeline. The orcs test the defenses, probing for weakness.

The true war has not yet begun…but it's coming.