Sword in hand and shield raised, you charge the enemy line as arrows streak past. Your heart pounds as you duck beneath the volley. A teammate falls, struck by an arrow, but you push forward. With a powerful blow, you slam your shield into a foe, breaking their line. Cheers erupt as your comrades take the castle. That night, music and laughter fill the air by the campfire. You and others trade stories. Your opponent admires your armor, and you tell him about the smith who taught you. He proudly shares the family heraldry he embroidered himself. You sip your drink, content, knowing you’ll do it all again tomorrow. Welcome to Dagorhir.