text: Year 378 of the Second Era
  
  
  You pull yourself from the memory. That was happening way too often since Liliana was captured. And she was captured. There was no doubt in your mind about that. Captured by people who obviously knew what they were doing. Otherwise they wouldn't be able to make it through the forests of the Lost Realm without being captured, killed, or raped by horny kobold. That means there's a way to make it through that forest. You just have to find it. 
  
  
  That was the reason you spent your time here on the wall watching, waiting, planning your route through that kobold infested place. Of course you could just leave on your own and hope for the best, but th- 
  
  
  Your thoughts are interrupted when the roar of some beast sounds throughout the air. You jerk your head immediately towards the sound. It came from somewhere over the tops of the trees, and still must've been miles out. Every guard on the wall peels their eyes to the forest, and it isn't long before one of your fellow guardsmen spots something. 
  
  
  "There! Above the forest!" The guard sounds quite panicked.
  
  
  You look where he indicated and spot several grey blots in the distance. They look like birds at first, but as they get closer you can tell they're much larger and have several more rows of teeth than a bird. 
  
  
  "Wyverns." The guard right beside you breathes out. 
  
  
  You turn back to look at the beasts. They're still a few miles out, but you can hear the beat of their leathery wings drawing closer every second. The guards in your platoon stand on the wall in stunned silence. Nothing happens here, ever. Why now of all times? 
  
  
  Your lieutenant, an older fellow named Byron, calls everyone to order. "This is what we're here for men! This is why..." 
  
  
  Byron's voice fades into the depths of your mind. It is replaced by a different voice. One that's mocking, provoking. The memory of your first fight calls back to you.
  > You push the memory back
  Year 378 of the Second Era
  
  
  This isn't the time for idle thoughts. No, you need to focus on the situation at hand. 
  
  
  The memory fades away, and Byron's voice returns. "This is why we guard this wall! No wyverns, kobold, or other filth will cross this wall! Gather your weap-" Byron is interrupted by another voice. 
  
  
  "Help! There are kobold chasing us on the ground. The rest of my party is coming with the kobold hot on their tail." The voice comes from all the way at the bottom of the wall. You can barely make out what he's saying, but someone does and repeats it to Byron, who then continues speaking.
  
  
  "I need one person to light the signal light over by the watchtower. Everyone in division two stay here and support us with arrows. Everyone in division one follow me!" 
  
  
  Byron leads the way as he and division one head down to the ground to support the rest of the group. Everyone else stays and prepares their bows. 
  
  
  You were assigned to division two upon your transfer here, and so your orders are abundantly clear. 