Although the Protectors of the Candle are responsible for maintaining order and security in Port Stellis, it hasn't always been their only duty. When the town was still young, the Protectors of the Candle operated both inside and outside the city walls. Groups of soldiers patrolled the wild land around the Port Stellis and had to hunt down the marauding beasts they found in their path. But the task quickly turned out to be complicated: Ulgu's mists and illusions misled several patrols, some of which disappeared forever, while the wandering creatures were sometimes far too formidable to be killed by a simple group of patrollers.
Since that time, the Protectors of the Candle have stopped making patrolling rounds outside, focusing on security and order inside the city. There are still some lone hunters and loose members of the Candle, who roam in the wilderness. Most of them of them are antisocial and reject the comfort of the city. Apart from those, the Stormcast Eternals are now the ones in charge of patrolling outside the city and slaying the mist monsters.
However, the watchtowers built by the Protectors of the Candle are still there. There are a dozen of them, usually located at one or two leagues away from the city. Some are still in good condition while others are dilapidated due to lack of maintenance. Nowadays they are mainly used by hunters and travellers who seek temporary shelter.
And lastly, an amusing anecdote: although the Protectors of the Candle no longer patrol beyond the walls, they have never officially given up on this mission. This means that the city watch can at any time order soldiers to patrol the hostile wilderness of Ulgu. In fact, Commander Isilde Brumehaut sometimes uses this excuse to punish troublemakers in her ranks: unruly soldiers are ordered to go up in one of the watchtowers outside the city, under the pretext of strange activities in the area in question. This is obviously a false reason because strange things happen all the time in the Shadow Realm. That said, the prospect of spending an entire week, shivering in the cold and hearing strange whispers, inside a solitary tower surrounded by thick haunted fog is usually enough to discipline any hard-headed soldier.