"Sword and shield to serve the king.
A divine oath to serve the gods.
In glorious carnage they shall engage.
So their blood may serve the soil.

And with the passing of eons.
They become one with the mud.
And such it is, the fate of the forlorn."

- The Voice

Thus, you find yourself in the middle of a deserted field of sand and mud. You can see armored skeletons, holy banners and swords scattered across the sand. Perhaps a great holy battle took place here, back in eons long gone?

Yet, even with the barren and lifeless look these fields give, one can still faintly hear the battle cries of soldiers long forgotten, the clashing of blades, the march of a million horses, the thunderous sound of the warhorns, as if the souls of the forlorn were stuck in an eternal battle, even in the afterlife.

Could it be that their souls remain here, after all? Is this their punishment? Is this the salvation their gods promised?

You try not to mind such things, and continue your journey...