The tower slowly breaks apart and crumbles away under this much abuse. Eventually it all crashes down. Everybody must surely be dead now?
But alas, some of them still live. Weakened from the conflict I am unable to keep my focus and attack erratically and chaotically within the ruins of the tower I once called home. They keep on hurting me, eventually bringing me into a berserk state, where I grab my halberd to keep everyone at distance and sweep them away, but even this desperate attempt at survival is not rewarded with victory.
In my last moments, as life slips away, a single tear rolls down my cheek, knowing fully well that once my enemies have taken what they wanted, the entire ordeal would start over. The Eternal Tower had judged me being worthy of its Guardian... For eternity.
And as the adventurers left the smoking ruins the tower starts to slowly reassemble itself. Unbeknownst to them I would be waiting there again for suitable challengers the next day, hoping that one day a single warrior would beat me, so that they can take my place as the Guardian of the Eternal Tower, and I would finally be at rest.
Sometimes, less is more.
22-Sep-2015 23:16:33
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HeroicSnorro