*knock* *knock* *knock*
*slam* *slam* *slam*
My body had been re-attached again by the gnomes in the battlefield. They were building me again by using the rubble and the stones that were transported hereby those really massive tortieses, I mean seriously..how big can those things grow?.. Anyways, the battle between the gnomes and the khazard troopers have been goin' on for a very long time. There was much bloodshed, much deaths, scattered corpses lying everywhere on the ground.
*shudders*
It was such a horrid view.
During my time as a young-ling, I saw lots of stuff, i've seen NPC's go by, i've seen players come and go and all sorts of em'. I think I saw the legendary DHAROK walk past me once.
Yes, aahh yes, the legend of the six brothers.
Me mom, dad and other fellow surrounding walls used to sing a song about the fall of six. From the stories that the great wall told me, these six were very brave warriors who fought lots of battles until one day when they myseriously just died..some say that it was because of a shrouded stranger than looked upon them from a distant..
Anyways, life as the wall in the rubble has been tough. The newly introduced weaponry called the "cannon" had been sending steel cannonballs at me fellow walls, destroying them..like me..but those hardworking gnomes stop at nothing to build their defences up..
I guess, we are important to them..as we are their only defence..maybe not..
Who knows..
We're just walls.
From your friendly neighbourhood wall,
The wall in the middle of the fight between the gnomes and the troopers.
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