A Field of Flowers for the Dead

Centuries ago, in the year 2635 of the 2nd age, there was once a brave group of adventurers. *Insert party*, a *insert race* cleric of *insert god or pact or whatever* and a *insert race* warlock of *insert god*. Legend has it that they travelled around the world, bringing peace to the lands of Elevear. They were heralded as heroes after defeating the ancient red dragon, Logren, he who terrorised the country side for 3000 years.   But they had been betrayed. A darkhaired human sorceress joined them on their quest, claiming to have a desire for knowledge and adventure, only to be Tiamat, the draconic goddess, angered by the adventurers good deeds and the death of one of the elder dragons. A fierce battle raged in the eastern eaves of the Emmerian woods. Flattening out the forest and making the Earth bellow, dead and cracked.    In the end, they were victorious, banishing Tiamat back to her domain and brining peace to the land once again. Though one was lost the warlock perished in the battle, saving the life of the cleric. In their desperation to save their friend, the cleric used every healing spell they had left, pouring their power into the corpse of the warlock. Yet they did not wake. Their soul was already claimed by *insert god* and there was no way to bring them back. Yet the cleric tried, pouring their magic into the corpse, flowers sprouting from the dead ground, twisting and growing into a beautiful canopy. Trees sprout and grew rapidly around the battle field, regenerating the forest far beyond how it originally was, yet the cleric did not stop till they were on the verge of collapsing.    It is said that this place can be found. The corpse preserved for all eternity, resting amid a tomb of flowers and thorns. A field of flowers for the dead.