The
Beacon of Amon Din!!! The Forever Sentinel rising above the clouds. Rugged,
just as the mountain it was carved from, his watch grows weary with age. No
spark has touched its pyre in ages, setting him alight in joyous rage.
Peace
prevails in the gorges, ridges and valleys around him; for now. But now he can
even see the gathering of the hordes. An enemy that’s as ancient as the time
and that has grown ominous with time, civilization.
It
has already conquered the fair meadows and placid plains; razed it has, many
ancient forests and reined it has, the mighty river. For now there holds an
uneasy and feeble truce as the civilization stands before mighty mountain
citadel.
Little does the
sentinel know, the enemy is at his tether’s end. The serenity is overwhelming
for its monstrosity, the mystery is cryptic for its intelligence. Though it
would love nothing more than cleave the mountain into sherds, it stands rooted
to the ground; transfixed in an unknown foreboding.
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