Sieghard

"Morr, we give the fallen into your care," Sieghard as the last of the dirt was put over the grave, "Safeguard the souls of those who gave their to protect the Reaches. Protect the men who fought and sacrificed to stop the shadow of undeath from sweeping over the land. We return fallen home and lay to rest, may they find the peace they deserve."

He let the silence linger as he gathered his thoughts. He had never been a great speaker and it was hard for him to decide what best to say. "Songs and stories would have folk believe that victory is all glory, but it's often hard won and paid for in the lives of men. We have ended a great evil. Left alone, the Jackal, his pet necromancer and his ghouls would've swallowed the Reaches, slaying and enslaving all in their path. It wouldn't have stopped with one village. Like a blight, the Nahorek's shadow would've spread across the land until all men knelt before him, either in life or in death. We've prevented that. You prevented that and the Jackal will trouble the living no more. Nothing can bring back those we have lost, but we can honor their sacrifice. Remember why we fight and know that the fallen gave their lives for something greater than themselves."