[This contains plot elents read if you want to understand the plot in the future]
No one dared to venture out alone, knowing the grim fate that awaited them, hunted by unknown beasts that lurked in the dark.
Within the city, the imperial guard who was stationed in the city t a tragic end, their throats slit in the night by ghostly figures who vanished into the shadows.
Under the cover of darkness, monstrous figures and Rat-n silently prowled the alleyways, slaughtering both soldiers and civilians alike.
Veiled by a thick fog and the constant rain, the once familiar roads leading out of the city were transford into treacherous death traps and no-go zones where death was ripe.
In Frostholm's main square and its surrounding vicinity, Hellish creatures and rebellious rat-like n converged, rounding up the captured citizens.
The Darkness descended upon the houses, shrouding them in its malevolent grasp.
Families were forcibly torn from their hos, their horrifying cries echoing through the city, as they were rcilessly dragged into darkness-filled holes throughout the city.
These haunting and tragic scenes unfolded all over, casting a shadow over every corner of Frostholm. Hundreds of thousands of citizens vanished.
It's important to rember that Frostholm was once ho to millions of inhabitants.
The city rested in a vast valley, surrounded by towering mountains and the Shadowflow River ran through it heading north.
Its strategic location made it impossible to approach by land except from the south, where two mountains flanked the road creating a narrow way in.
However, individuals traveling from the north had a ans of reaching the city by ship.
But now this was used in a desperate bid to evacuate as many refugees as possible, using every available vessel.
As the refugees departed from Frostholm, hundreds of courageous citizens rallied together, mounting a valiant defense that manifested in many last stands throughout the city.
Elves, Humans, and Demi-Humans joined together, to fight off the hordes of creatures. Buying ti for the civilians to escape.
In the midst of this chaos, new horrifying creatures with sinewy, elongated limbs appeared and surged forth in relentless waves.
They had red eyes and looked almost human but were a light grey color. Their sharp claws pierced through shields and sliced limbs off like a hot knife through butter.
Confronted with this relentless assault, the leaders rallied the remaining guards, issuing commands to stand firm against the horde.
Their objective: to buy precious ti for the remaining refugees to flee to safety.
Along the Shadowflow River, ships hastily embarked, fleeing from the encroaching terror. Yet, the creatures leaped onto them, causing the sailors to fight.
The last remaining refugees left in the city, and the courageous defenders heard a terrifying howl coming from its core.
A surge of rat-like n brandishing crude spears and shoddy swords launched a frenzied assault on the defender's front lines.
Suddenly, a resounding horn pierced the air, capturing everyone's attention. They turned to witness the arrival of the empire's famous Dawnbreaker cavalry.
Led by a Dragon-kin woman with short black hair, piercing blue eyes, and two beautiful black horns.
She was sat atop a steed, charging forward with unwavering resolve.
With perfect movents, the cavalry changed course while forming a wedge formation. Charging directly at the horde, they mowed down everything in their path.
Wheeling their majestic Dawnbreaker mounts around, they regrouped and quickly retreated, returning to the lines of footn who had ford a steadfast formation before the city guard.
The footn acted in perfect coordination, raising their large shields and firmly planting them into the ground.
Their shields ford an impenetrable wall of tal and spears, shielding them from the attacking enemies.
Cleverly placed holes in the shield wall allowing the soldiers to thrust their spears and swords at the incoming foes.
anwhile, the Mage Core joined the fight, utilizing their magical abilities to create a formidable wall.
It was called the Frostholm Wall, standing an impressive 50 ters tall and 20 ters thick.
Along the wall, hundreds of Earth Golems began launching powerful Earth bullets at the approaching swarm.
The onslaught of Earth bullets halted the enemy's advance, granting the imperial army a safe opportunity to retreat.
The remaining survivors of Frostholm, grateful for their deliverance, were relocated to camps on the other side of the wall.
In the years that followed, these camps transford into thriving small towns
Thus, the legendary Frostholm wall stood as a testant to the skillful coordination of the footn, the power of the Mage Core, and the determination of the survivors.
A decade went by, and an eerie, dark fog descended upon the City. There were reports of Rat-n lurking near the walls, but they were swiftly dealt with.
Groups of brave soldiers ventured into the city, only to find bones stripped of flesh and valuables still laying around.
Additional patrols were dispatched, but they disappeared, leaving nothing behind.
In a daring act of bravery, a lone treasure hunter ventured into the city, only to return with a broken mind, recounting tales of unimaginable horrors he witnessed.
In total 6,000 n and won fell victim to the darkness, vanishing without a trace.
After years of this, the Emperor issued an order to the Departnt of Military Affairs, commanding them to deploy three imperial armies to the Frostwyn Duchy.
One army was tasked with guarding the Frostholm wall, while the other two were stationed south at Frostwatch Castle.
In the vast expanse of the Frostwyn Duchy, the armies stood strong, with 300,000 soldiers guarding the north.
They stood as guardians, steadfastly defending against the Sabat and Alba kingdoms. And the many beasts that plagued the north.
The defenders of Frostholm stood upon the wall, their eyes scanning the barren landscape beyond as the cold northern winds howled.
Suddenly, from behind them, a horde of orcs and goblins surged forth from the Dreadwood Forest like a wave of death, descending upon the unsuspecting defenders.
Soldiers quickly ford up with their shields, Commanders screaming orders from the rear as mages started casting their spells.
Amidst the chaos and turmoil, the clash of steel reverberated through the air. Defenders stood firm, their unwavering resolve matched only by their valiant swordplay.
With each swing, the defenders t the onslaught of the enemy, their skill and valor shining through the haze of battle.
The clash of tal against tal echoed, a symphony of defiance against the forces of darkness.
Amidst the chaos, there were monts of clarity, where warriors stood tall, their swords glinting in the sunlight, as they faced the relentless tide of orcs and goblins.
The battle raged on with every soldier fighting with everything they had to protect what they held dear.
Arrows darkened the sky as archers unleashed volleys upon the charging swarm. Yet, for every orc or goblin struck down, two more seed to take its place.
The air was thick with the stench of blood, and the ground was littered with fallen bodies.
As the dust settled it revealed the true nature of the assault, It marked the start of an unrelenting beast wave that happened three to four tis a year.
From that day onward, the soldiers of Frostholm understood that their mighty wall had beco the pri target for the beast waves.
With determination and faith in the Goddess Ishtar, they fortified their defenses and devised strategies to counter the ever-present waves.
Yet, it was not only orcs and goblins that ca. Darker and more sinister creatures erged, attacking the defenders from both sides of the wall.
Deep ditches were dug on both sides, the only way to cross was large wooden bridges that would be lifted up when waves happened.
Frosthol, Wall stood firm, its defenders prepared to repel the waves of beasts that ca straight from people's nightmares.
With each passing day, the wall's defenses grew stronger, it beca an unyielding beacon in the north.
In this battle, the army would not yield, as it stood as the guardian of the south, warding off the hordes of vile beasts and savage creatures.
Countless n and won fought valiantly and sacrificed their lives on the walls or later exploring the ruins to recover lost treasures.
The soldiers tirelessly defended the wall, ti seed to fly by in a blur. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and months into years.
The relentless attacks from all kinds of beasts kept them constantly on guard, but they never failed in their duty.
As the years passed, the survivors of the city settled down and ford towns.
Houses and other needed structures were built, forming a network of towns that sought solace and protection from the wall.
People from different walks of life, displaced by the doom, found refuge and a sense of belonging within these growing towns.
They thrived despite the constant threat from the waves. Busy markets erged, bustling with activity as traders and rchants exchanged goods and stories.
Schools were established, where children eagerly learned and dread of a brighter future. Families forged new bonds, supporting one another through the hardships they endured.
The passage of ti on the walls took on a different rhythm, witnessing the growth of these communities over seasons and years.
The towns behind the wall thrived and blossod with life, their dreams were shattered by an ominous surge from the very city the wall shielded them from.
Amidst the ensuing chaos, a flicker of hope erged. A prophecy whispered of a chosen one, garbed in white, accompanied by the moon and the sun, destined to triumph over the encroaching darkness.
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