Nothing for the Rally

The brave will lead the way...but who will follow?

The valley resounded with the hero's horn, and the strong felt the call to arms. Cowards ducked into shadows and cursed the strong hearts.

The hero stood astride his white steed in the mountain pass, challenging the enemy with the might of the village behind him. And the enemy came, in wave upon wave; but the cries of blood from the village grew silent as the craven spread their words.

They took the pulpits and the lecterns, and they spoke fear and isolation.

And when the hero died in vain, something in the hearts of the town died, as well.