Battle of Grethorin

And so we fought, not for money or for glory, but for our families and homeland we wanted our children to see. We wanted to look up from the heav’ns to see our children’s children playing in the streets of Dagfar, in the waters of Hurreson, and in the Harmonic Woods. This was our dream, and we would achieve it, though not in my life time I believe

The Battle of Grethorin was the final battle in the War of Freedoms for the people of Retheren as they fought the Tyranny of the Yetereth Empire.  Though outnumbered a battalion of 6000 men fought off the armies resting only when the roads were so clogged of dead that the Yeterethians could not pass.  The legends say they fought for a week straight without respite, drinking their sweat and the blood of their enemies.  This terrified the armies of the Yetereth, but for Retherens, it was simple survival, they would fight to the death for their homelands and it was on this battlefield during the few respites, that the Poetry of the Damned began to appear for the first time

My Child I yearn to see thee
The black clouds of death and greed
We fight for mercy, apathy and freedom
We will die in this place
And we will be forgotten
By those who did love us
And By those who spat on us
We are the Damned
-Anonymous-

The crude poems inspired the people still in cities to rally towards their troops, the men; young and old took up their arms.  The women worked for the men, and the courage of the people of Retheren drove them off and in the 125^th year of the 2nd Age.  Retheren had their home, and have maintained until the 3rd Age