Placeholder: [tattooed Barbarella warrior] Old runes crumble near a wall, near-lost to time - but in them she sees echoes of fates endured by this barren city's forgotten wardens. Did hardship and hardship alone forge these battlements against some nameless horror stirring 'neath the dunes? Did their defenses crumble at last when even valor and will broke upon its dreaded sands? Ah, riddles crowd the mind this gloaming. Yet one truth stands stark: a Warden's vigil holds while yet one stone stands upon anothe [tattooed Barbarella warrior] Old runes crumble near a wall, near-lost to time - but in them she sees echoes of fates endured by this barren city's forgotten wardens. Did hardship and hardship alone forge these battlements against some nameless horror stirring 'neath the dunes? Did their defenses crumble at last when even valor and will broke upon its dreaded sands? Ah, riddles crowd the mind this gloaming. Yet one truth stands stark: a Warden's vigil holds while yet one stone stands upon anothe

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[tattooed Barbarella warrior] Old runes crumble near a wall, near-lost to time - but in them she sees echoes of fates endured by this barren city's forgotten wardens. Did hardship and hardship alone forge these battlements against some nameless horror stirring 'neath the dunes? Did their defenses crumble at last when even valor and will broke upon its dreaded sands? Ah, riddles crowd the mind this gloaming. Yet one truth stands stark: a Warden's vigil holds while yet one stone stands upon anothe

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