The marsh mists were rising over the feilds creating a dense fog, but even through this Gregor could see the unmistakable signs of an Orcish warparty camped on the borders of Athel Loren. Seeing the fires dotting the horizon he knew that this incursion could not be permitted. Odd, he thought, that this appearance of greenskins was occuring only days before the Spring Equinox in which the King and Queen in the Woods would be awoken from the Oak of Ages. Knowing that immediate action was called for, Swiftarrow sent one of the scouts under his command to journey deeper into the forest, mustering forces and sending the warning throughout the forest. Now down to only fifty spearmen mostly men and boys from the small town, a hundred archers and himself , Gregor was painfully aware that they could do little to stop the horde if it moved further into the forest so he ordered twenty of his men to begin laying traps and falling back while he and two others attempt to find out what they could about the oppostition. The orcs were lightly armoured and all equipped for melee, It was the middle of the night and his archers usually the finest in the land were practically useless in the dark against the ravaging horde fast moving and a thousand strong, all he could hope for is that he could hold on until daylight and that his archers may swing the battle in his favour. Deeply religous and fearing this may be his last night in this world he began to pray...

The orcs were advancing, Gregor ordered his spearmen to form a wall only two ranks deep and the archers to remain at the rear ready with their melee weapons to dart round the sides of the wall and flank the enemy in the darkness. The orcs were getting closer their slavering could be heard only a hundred meters away...

All of a sudden a loud whoosh was heard like a stream of arrows in the dark night then the sky lit up whoosh again more of the sky lit up, again and again until thousands of tiny blue lights filled the night sky glowing brightly revealing the orcs..."Archers!!! ready your bows" Gregor saw his chance... "Fire!!!!" with the orcs completely exposed by the light the awesome power of Gregors arches could be used to fend these worthless slavering foes back from his beloved town....ten at a time they fell, panic, disorder screaming and finally fleeing, Gregors prayers had been answered he would live another day, and the strange blue lights? vanished as quickly as they ahd arrived into the dark night..... baffled and without suffering a single casualty Gregor turned to his men "we have witnessed a miracle, we were facing our bitter ends here tonihgt but somebody somewhere was looking out for us, the light has saved us this night".

And so it came to be, with the miracle they ahd witnessed the survivors pledged there lives to Gregor and as a unit they became "the order of the light"