They were sent here, to guard the winding pass against improbable armies, invisible enemies and the raging, unbeatable cold. They were forgotten by their superiors and their loved ones alike. Sacrificed to the biting wind and the ever silent snow. Frost-bitten and abandoned. Now, in their frozen stupor, they keep their eternal watch over the mountain pass. These soldiers, will never march on... and neither will you, as long as they stand.