The Honor of the Damned (event)
It is done. Once more, Adabyss sent forth an army to crush us, and again were they crushed in turn. The corpses of those doomed men ordered into the jungles to die for lost honor stare blankly into the canopy, their last thoughts of shame frozen upon their faces. All of the might of Adabyss, and they lost to those once named no more than primitives.
In the fortress, in the Nāgóm Kakezihī, is the true symbol of their failed dedication. A tattered banner, that of Adabyss, flies above a mountain of corpses, piled upon the site of their last stand, each of them dying to keep the banner raised. The enemy has been slaughtered to a man, each individual soldier having fought to the last, told that any outcome beyond defeat was unnacceptable, unimaginable. And so they died, they died in the tens of thousands, they died for the honor once taken from their ancestors, for a fortress that Adabyss had once considered nothing more than a ramshackle backwater. All of them died because of a few rulers, who each found their pride more important than the hundreds of thousands now sacrificed upon its altar.
They have found honor in death.