Ancient Battlefield

Despite ages of neglect, banners flutter in the wind—faded and tattered, but still bearing the colors and sigils of their ancient houses. On one, a bear with the antlers of a stag and the wings of a hawk strides confidently against a field of emerald green; on the other, a serpentine dragon coils itself into an arcane rune against a blood-red backdrop. The majority of them depict a bone white skull centered on a black diamond. Those flag fly the highest over all others.

The foreboding remains of a crumbling wall of mortared stone, likely centuries old, rise from the earth like towering grave markers. The ruins still bear black stains where flames scorched the stone. The massive oaken gates lie rotting, overgrown with moss—broken where they fell as an ancient enemy breached the keep and set it to the torch.

A section of wall lies in a heap of crushed and cracked stone, fallen inward as if some massive beast sundered the rampart and charged through the breach. The moldering, skeletal remains of ancient defenders still lie beneath the ruins in rusting chain mail, crushed beneath the very wall erected to defend them.