A war-torn past

History seems to fade into myth, and myth into legend. I've failed to find any mention of my exploits in any existing historical documents or military texts. I served as adjutant to the Supreme Commander of the Eternal Army. My rank was technically that of a general and my men were intensely loyal, owing to my reputation as a brilliant tactician and a cunning warrior as well as the fact that their mortality rate was low in an army known to have high attrition rates. We conquered with a brutal efficiency when left to our own devices. That was before the invasion came. I have read some references to this, but the specifics seem to have been lost to time. Beings that could only be described as demonic, and not the good sort of demons, came to our world from another dimension via rifts that tore at the very fabric of reality. Being a primarily offensive force, we were ill-prepared to stop an invasion and our previous battles had weakened the rest of the land's forces. It was a total rout as they were met mostly with only token forces and otherwise went unopposed. We met with bitter defeats and were forced to negotiate with our enemies to avoid the total destruction of everything we had fought to conquer. A meeting of the leaders of the Eternal Army, The Alliance of the Mortal Races, and the Guilds took place. From this a resolution was made and battle plans were drawn up which called for one pitched battle utilizing all the forces we could muster to stop the invasion. The plans in my eyes were not the best, but they were servicable, if the battle progressed as expected. The battlefield was set on a massive, grassy plain before what was termed the "two mountains." It was a bitter experience for me, the battle which came to be known as the "battle of the four armies." Though I was popular within the Army, I was infamous as a cold hearted butcher amongst the other armies. One of the conditions forced upon me was that I was stripped of my command and was forced to serve the Supreme Commander, one of the various devil nobility as his adjutant for the battle. Our part of the plan was to take the base of the mountains quickly and use the high ground as an advantage while the guilds mages found a way to close the rifts. The Alliance of the Mortal Races was to serve as a harrying force to drive the enemies into us once we had established ourselves at the base of the mountains. However, they did not stick to this plan. I became aware of this when one of the mountaintops exploded and liquid magma begain pouring down the mountainside. We were betrayed as the Alliance had sent their dwarven sappers to blow the mountain up in a bid to not only destroy the demons, but our forces as well. I could respect the sheer brutality and efficiency of it, and set about quelling the panic rising up in the men while in the back of my mind I formualted a desparate strategy to snatch victory from this mess of oncoming doom. I mentioned my idea to the Supreme Commander and like the buffoon he was began taking off at a gallop up the second mountain. My idea called for someone to cause an avalanche from the peak of the second mountain while we ran in front of the wave at a certain timing, causing the demonic invaders to be melted like candles and frozen in the oncoming wave which would stop the lava flow while we would hopefully escape both painful ends. I'm not entirely sure of the outcome, as I myself was caught in the tail end of the avalanche and lost consciousness as I was buried beneath snow and ice.