Carlisle

It had only been a matter of days since the passing of the Wellspring of Evil. The rangers had announced the area safe again though far from practical to be habitable. The people returned anyway, they had nowhere else to go.
They came down from the fells to where Carlisle had once stood, gaunt and weary figures their skin still caked in ash and streaked by sweat and tears they wandered the area searching for loved ones either dead or alive.
No one is sure who started what happened next, the people without comment began to place stones. Piles of stones appeared all over the stricken area. These cairns ranged from barely a foot tall to some taller than a man. It was the open defiance of Keswick without a word, they showed Albion and Erdreja they were still here.