The Unbroken Third
Former company of guards holding one of the passes into a now forgotten town against an overwhelming greenskin raid.
Held the line despite most sustaining injuries, returned to find that the other companies hadn’t.
With the fighting over, their home ablaze and kin dead, turned to mercenary work.
Upper torso of a man holding a shield overhead with both hands, head turned down in exhaustion, face partly obscured by the shield.
Rain of blood hammering the shield, drizzling off on one side, representing the massacre.
The number 3 torn off their old banner and sewn on somewhere.