Crying Fields
As the last rays of the sun fade from the red-stained plain, crenellated walls and ruined siege engines emerge from the gloom. Ghostly soldiers charge one another in a swirling melee, crying “A throne for Wroann!” or “Aundair to victory!”Most days of the year, the Crying Fields of southern Aundair are quiet grasslands notable only for the red-tinged flora and the white stone monuments and crypts that dot the landscape. Noone farms these fields, no animals graze upon the crimson-tinged grass. The place has a forlorn, melancholy atmosphere, as though a thick and cloying fog hangs over it. Some claim that occasionally on nights when the moon Aryth is full, the Crying Fields become a twisted mockery of a Last War battlefield, with once-living soldiers battling each other to gain the victory they could not attain in life. The Crying Fields lie east of Ghalt near the Thrane's border. Thrane armies, attempting to avoid long sieges of Tower Valiant or Tower Vigilant, invaded toward Ghalt on five separate occasions during the Last War. Each time, a bloody battle was fought among the farms of southeast Aundair—hundreds of acres of land that now comprise the Crying Fields. Aundairian farmers long since abandoned the farms, and now the only life in the Crying Fields is the hardy, crimson-tinged grass that sprang up when the fields lay fallow. Even on the sunniest day, visitors to the Crying Fields claim to hear the clash of swords and cries of anguish, though muffled and distant as if issuing from another world. Some say at night the sounds of battle grow louder and more distinct. Many report that while the gateway moon of Aryth is moon, the sounds of battle becomes entirely real, as undead soldiers, Aundairian and Thrane alike, emerge from the night to battle one another—and any among the living who are brave enough or unlucky enough to be in the Crying Fields on that night. The name of the area comes from the sound the wind makes when it blows from Lake Galifar and crosses into Thrane. That’s when sounds of anguish and despair claim the fields. Low and distant during the day, the cries grow louder and more distinct at night.
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