The Dead on the Wind
A simpler affair, a once prideful battlefield is now home to naught more than the bones of dead soliders, their smell still wafting in the light breeze. Night time is rumored to bring the sounds of the dead, their groans and screams, riding along the wind that blows. Numerous weapons lay about, many in states of unusable disrepair. Yet still, there are some that can still find some use, no matter how little durability they may have. The time is night, stars being the light to illimunate the dead of this solemn place.