Remembrance on Krugsmas Day

[Crevel 7561]

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A battle valiantly fought, yet a grave loss for the families encompassing Aevos. Thousands perished in the Battle of the Westmark a year prior. On the battlefield, both sides fought as bitter enemies. In death, they are united in peace by blood. Of course, this peace comes at a heavy price for the living. Pain and grief.

 

Strolling amongst the meadow, Ser Vylandris Vuln’ibar observes the mourning wives and mothers believing their dearly departed to be buried somewhere under their feet and not knowing their true fate. Distraught fathers and brothers, pacing around with their head held low to obscure their lack of composure. Krugsmas, for many, is a day of celebration. This Krugsmas? A day of complexity for thousands. Do they celebrate? Do they grieve? Both? Neither? A difficult question with no easy answer. 

 

Kneeling down on a flat spot, dirt begins to gather in the creases of the knight’s gauntlet as Vylandris begins digging out a small hole with his hand. He produces an oak sapling from a pot that he had brought with him and delicately places it in the fertile soil before pushing the loose dirt back into the hole to cover the roots. 

“A tree for the fallen. Hopefully, a reminder too.” he remarks to himself as he gazes upon the planted sapling, “Wherever they are, may it be in peace.” Vylandris rests by the tree for a few hours, reliving the battle in his head and pondering on the same questions that befell him in its direct aftermath. As the day turned to dusk, he would hop on his horse that he dubbed “Ser Faesu” and rode home with his questions still unanswered.