Mahtan Telemnar The face of battle is not beautiful, the dead lie scattered over the battlefield and their faces are carved with there final agonizing moments and their unheard screams of agony, yet if the face of the battle was not beautiful, death surely was. Death was a beautiful silence and as Mahtan Telemnar walked the battlefield and knelt before his fallen comrades he knew this. The order of the Blade had found their fallen and the Bladesingers walked an honor walk towards Whitehaven...