They had walked for days, for weeks, maybe even for months. There, far away in the fog stood Howlanska, the holly mountain. That was their goal.

Was one of them a soldier ? absolutely not. There was no need of soldiers for this mission, because it was a fight none could win. The soldiers stayed in the cities, making flee the Lord's people from the lands. But even if they where no militaries, they all where determined men, who had chosen their fateful fate with the renowned bravery of northern peoples.

When the Lord asked for volunteers, he wasn't sure anyone would come to sacrifice themselves. He was so wrong ! They were two hundreds, coming from all his countries to save their families and the whole people who lived at the west of the mountain. Fathers, sons, brothers, husbands, merchands, butlers and so many others wanted them to go fighting. One sword for both, one direction for all, and a million heart behind.

This is going to be the tale of the forgotten Knights, the rememberance for a Fallen generation who was'nt afraid of Death. This is going to be the requiem for the one who won't have a grave.