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title The Last Stand at Sentinel Tower
darklordsmu
In the northern wastes, there is an aging ruin, a solemn sentinel on a lonely hill. The tower stands alone, overlooking the frozen tundra, a silent guardian of the north. :: Brave men once stood at its parapets, ready to defend against all foes. Five men, each a master of bow and blade, donned white cloaks to conceal them from prying eyes. The men fought, far from home, never asking for reward, beyond the honor of their service. For many years, these men served fearlessly, unflinching against the monsters. As time went on, the darkness grew. :: Evil spread, and the lone tower was soon an island in the storm. Eventually, unable to leave the tower, the guardians were starving. They knew the end was approaching. As the men discussed there options, a rumble was heard. :: The walls shook, and the floorboards groaned. A power unlike any the men had known approached. With a final groan, the wall collapsed. :: With the breach made, the monsters swarmed the tower. The starving men fought back to back, but bravery was not enough tonight. One by one, the guardians fell, brothers in blood for eternity. :: Now, the ruins stand silent, a massive tombstone over the bones of the men. Cobwebs fill the the tower, and only ghosts oam the walls. Only the Northern Rangers, heirs to the guards mission, brave the ghosts to walk in the ruins.