Drabble 6
On the beaches on the western coast of the southlands, a stronghold stood. This stronghold was known as Waterfall, though there wasn't a waterfall anywhere near it.
This stronghold was erected for one sole purpose: To dissuade attack from the seas.
After the death of the Queen, the fort served as a safe haven to fleeing troops that had managed to cheat death and make their way out of the death traps that lay in the forest. For a while, it was a haven, but after a bit, it turned into a dystopia.
Food shortages caused rebellion, and the only people left to keep the peace were the Loyalists that kept the place running.
One night, a legion approached the fortress under the cover of darkness. The waves gently lapped the beach as Longtail gestured to the large beasts towing a field gun to the fort. "Now."
The shell went off, blowing a hole into the stronghold. The rogue leader watched for a moment with something akin to remorse in his eyes, before he drew his dirk and joined the flood of Rogues entering the fort, for what would be his final mission prior to retirement.