ALTO

There is no escape from the Valley of Echoes.

For as long as memory stands, the Four Leagues of the Valley have clashed, claiming both victory and defeat countless times. Trapped in the eternal province, the legions battle for glory, for honor, and for control of what limited lands they have. No settlement is permanent, no outcome is certain, yet one thing still holds out for the many soldiers: the warriors are immortal. Flooded by the mystic light from the Citadel Mountain in the valley's center, the dead rise to fight again, fit as though they had never entered the fray. Now the wars are about the rush of combat, adrenaline-fueled battle-cries, and the triumphant glory of claiming the win.

Second Alto Commander Maevan Runalvir was not expecting such an influx of new soldiers who'd moved up the ranks, but no challenge could compare to the transfer from First Alto: the cunning, the cold, the ever so mean-spirited Ahulda Saventhseir. An outsider by all definitions of the word, Ahulda is shunned by both First and Second Altos alike- a traitor to the former; a venom-filled viper from hell by the latter. When it comes time to fight, however, rivalries must be pushed aside, if at all possible. Trial after trial, the Second Altos find themselves separated from their army after a frantic scouting incident. Questions arise, and secrets are spoken aloud for the first time in years. Everyone has something glinting beneath their quiet eyes; all have something that they desperately want.

Maevan wants to return to the Strike Bear legion.

Ahulda wants to feel like she's worth something again.

The entire Second Alto company wants the truth.
A question with no comprehensible answer, so taboo, yet dared to be whispered across a crackling campfire:

"Why are we here?"

Ere told, there is no escape from the Valley of Echoes.

There is no escape... is there?