Sorrow as the sun sets at Al-Humbra

We hurriedly marched through the twisting paths leading away from the Vale of Immortals to the Valley of Farah ('Joy' in Arabic) the rocks crunching underneath or footsteps, armor clanging , the deep breathing of men running in heavy armor. We received word that a Crusader raiding party has launched an attack here, numbering 211 against our own 100 knights. Faris was in charge of this regiment, a brave, loyal, and steadfast man, he could hold out but not for long.....

Carrion birds cicrled over the battlefield, dead everywhere quicky searching we found that the entire Knights of the Vale Farah where all dead but they took many of them enemy down with them. Off in the distance was the dust of the fleeing enemy, I quickly dispatch a runner to the castle and then my eyes fall upon Faris.....

We have been wounded in the height of our triumph. Sweeping my gaze around the bloodstained field before saying so all could hear,
"Faris died a warriors death! We will give him every honor and hope that his spirit has pleased God. Bear him and our companions back to the Al-Humbra on your shields...and do not be ashamed to let your tears be seen, for this is a day of sorrow that all will remember till the end of time. May we soon have the privilege os sheathing our blades in the monsters who have slain our comrades!"

As one the warriors put there right fist to their heart as they paid homage. The they stood and reverently lifted them on their shouldes. Already many of them wept, tears flowing into their beards, yet they did not disgrace their duty and allow their comdrades to fall. With solemn steps we marched back to the Al-Humbra