text In the northern wastes, there is a aging ruin, a solemn sentinel on a lonely hill.

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…