Years passed. The camp grew into a village, then a bustling town. and clover stretched across the valley. A massive stone wall replaced the rotting wooden palisades.
Standing on the wall, looking out at the scarred landscape, Aldus realized the truth of the frontier. Peace was just the brief, quiet moment between the struggle to survive nature and the struggle to survive mankind. Farthest.Frontier.v0.8.2p4.rar
It happened on a crisp autumn morning. The horn blasted from the lookout tower. Raiders. Hundreds of them, smelling of grease and iron, emerged from the treeline. They didn't want land; they wanted the gold stored in Aldus's vaults. Years passed