The Borders (East)

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The eastern border consists of a large, fertile valley. Shaded by two mountains, the scene is actually very peaceful. But those same mountains border the narrow entrance to Etheriala. And they are watched, watched in an endless vigil. There are no guards. Those who watch don't need them. They need not eat, or drink, or sleep. Because those watchers are two, gargantuan statues, emerging from the mountain rock, a staff in their hand. It is these that stand guard over this border. Normally, they are dormant, asleep. But in times of war, they stir. They awaken. And no one wants to be around when they wake up.

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