1865-10-24: One thunderous farewell
One thunderous farewell
Summary: Sir Wulfred and his men bury their dead.
Date: 24-10-1865
Related: Battle in the foothills of the east
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Wulfred  

Five graves had been dug at the nearest village to the site at which they gave their lives. Each knight shrouded within their cloaks, faces pale and gaunt, their surcoats torn and bloodied.

The dirt slowly but steadily covered each of the cold bodies and about those graves the Burnished Spurs stood quiet and still while Sir Wulfred stood pale and stoic, the bandages about his left arm soaked through with blood, the torn and shattered limb slung against his stomach, staining his surcoat all the more.

It was only when each grave was filled did Sir Wulfred step forward, a squire carrying the first of the five markers made from the remains of the fortifications that were blown asunder by the thunderous and vengeful volley of the Order's hand cannon. The very fortifications that housed the artillery whose rounds shredded into them and their allies.

With the aid of the squire, the marker was hammered deep into place by the Knight-Commander and thereafter four other markers were brought forth and hammered into the earth by those closest to the dead. The Knight-Commander aided by the Squire as he stepped back beside his knights.

The grim silence only broken a few short moments later by the sudden crash of thirty hand cannon roaring, sending off the dead with a volley of fire and powder. Birds and fauna scattered as that explosive noise erupted, echoing about the village. Soon enough quiet reigned once more till an ancient priest stepped forth to fill that silence with words of solace.

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