Men of the Mark

Under a dim and somber sky, Brynleigh assists Duncadda, Thilwend, and other soldiers in their construction of pyres to honor the fallen of Bancross, while Captain Denholm oversees the task. 

The villagers are getting together under the command of Denholm, building pyres to send off their glorious dead after the battle of Bancross.

Once the horns sounded one last time, and the shouts of battle had slowly died out to an eerie silence, the danger was at long last over. The stress, fear and anxiety of the townspeople ended, though emotions still ran wild and rampant amongst them.

Young Ethel, old Agnes, Hearrd and others, who had taken refuge inside the meadhall, could finally come out and breathe the open air again. They were still alive, and the town was safe. For now.

Denholm, Thilwend and a couple of guards inspect the fields north of Bancross, the morning after the battle had ended. Many lives were lost, though only a few of those were brave rohirrim. Such is the nature of war; for it makes corpses of men, and widows of women. Their names will be remembered and honored by the living, who would not be living still, were it not for the bravery and sacrifice of the fallen. 

Hail the victorious dead!

The silent footprints of a lost friend, sounds like a mute echo to Duncadda. Something is gone and never to return, wandered away from the green grasslands of Rohan.

There is a stranger roaming the lands around the village of Bancross, polite to those who approach him, but evasive towards the riders stationed at the garrison in the village.