Year 498 of the Imperial Calendar since the construction of the Eastern Wall
"clang... clang... clang..."
The sound of numerous bells echoed throughout the freezing night — a few seconds passed and it stopped. The loud silence is followed by the increasing sound of numerous boots stomping – metals clattering –accompanied by the sound of men shouting.
"Man the walls!"
A soldier on horseback shouts – arms raised while holding a torch riding along the base of a massive wall. Soldiers equipped with padded gambenson and nasal helm organize into groups – some of them are wearing chainmail.
They are armed with spears with daggers that hang from their belt and a round wooden shield on their right arm.
Men with bows and crossbows followed along – equipped with a pair of javelins on their backs – a quiver full of arrows and wearing hooded cloaks and leather jerkins.
Among them are soldiers wearing brigandines and hauberks leading rows of soldiers separately. All heading in the same direction – the stairs that lead to the top of a 30 meter tall and 500 meter long stone wall – either ends merge into a sheer cliff, each so tall it's impossible to climb nor pass. In the middle lies the Gatehouse nested between two bastions and a tower stands every 50 meters.
The Great Eastern Wall — the entrance that leads to the Sunfall Empire to the West and protects it from the Eastern Wasteland. A vast territory that no man dares to set foot into except for the few brave scouts – those with courage to sacrifice themselves for every little information and exploration. The East is teeming with packs of wild creatures, humanoid beings and their warbands and tribes – their banners snapping in the wind. Gigantic entities that originated from insects – flying creatures dominate the skies – rarely attack but are dangerous. The undead occupy the ruins of former cities, castles, and wonders of lost history.
But the thing that humans fear the most are the creatures from the depths of hell. A diverse race of Demons – the ones responsible for the division of the entire continent. Establishing their own factions and kingdoms, polluting the lands and turning creatures into things beyond human comprehension.
The Eastern Front is where men are sent every month to fill in the space left by those who died. Nobles, Clergy, Artisans, Peasants, Criminals, Slaves, and anyone of origins are sent. Thousands of men die every year on the wall – every day there is a skirmish against warbands of humanoid beings. Sometimes a massive creature sieges the wall but the demons are the worst of them all – when an entire scouting party does not return, it signals the presence of a demonic army heading towards it.
For hundreds of years – ever since the construction of the wall it's been an endless cycle of death and destruction. Not a single creature has breached it – but at the same time no man has conquered an inch of lands beyond it. Attempts have been made but none were successful.
0===0[][][]0===0
"Sixty years.... That's the sentence they gave me when I was only fourteen — It's only a matter of weeks before I finish my sentence. I have done thirty of them as a soldier and now I am a servitor tending to the equipment of the 8th Sentry, that's where they assigned me... I am but a burden on the wall now – no less than a slave.
I am enduring what I'm going through and you're the only reason why I haven't given up yet. Wait for me my beloved flower, I am old – my hands are raw from years of tending. I am frail and broken. I know. But I will come home, I will see you once more even if I were to crawl and as a last wish, I want to be buried next to your mother. May Solitar's light be with you"
— A Letter recovered from the body of a convict serving as a servitor at the Mass Grave sorting station for bodies. Found dead at the camp due to severe physical trauma.