The Rookwood

A grim battlefield littered with the lifeless bodies of red-coated soldiers, remnants of a failed convoy ambushed by French forces. The air is thick with the stench of decay and betrayal, a haunting reminder of the treachery that unfolded here, where trust was shattered and lives were lost.

The field is a desolate expanse, with tattered red coats strewn across the ground, their vibrant color now dulled by dirt and blood. The sky above is perpetually overcast, casting a shadow over the land, while the distant echoes of past conflict linger in the air.