The Passing Of A Chaplain

[DagonsChosen 85]

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cPMj_IUgXKo

 

"Tell the others... I will watch over them... In this brave new world."

 

[!] The Priest said solemnly but clearly, and with a shadow of hope in his voice [!]

 

"Such were the mysterious last words of Father Simon, esteemed chaplain of the Order of St. Amyas. He entrusted them to Dorian, a loyal soldier, and one of those that Simon knew since he joined the Order, back when he was but an eager, arrogant initiate. But that was not all that the weathered chaplain entrusted Dorian with.

 

Simon was ill. Events in his memory started to fade, slowly, over the last years. His heart was weak, and his dreadful case of epilepsy, which he had thought long cured, came back. He knew his time was comming, but felt, somehow, that his task in this mundane existance was not accomplished yet.

 

De Clare was burning in fever, as the Order packed and marched off. His beloved brothers-in-arms had to lay him on a cart and drag him along, which slowed them down. As his companions boarded the vessel that would guide them to this promised land, the old man's failing memory struck like a punch in the stomach: He had forgotten a relic that was his to guard and take care of. He had

forgotten the skull of Bishop Kristoff. 

 

Simon somehow, through some unexplaineable way,  gained forces to take on the footmarsh through Athera, alone. With grim determination, and as if with divine inspiration, he walked. Step-by-step, using two sticks he had found on the roadside as support, he marched off by the side of the main travel route, as to not collide with the others, that were still on their way to their corresponding ships. 

The fever caused him to hallucinate, and he saw hellish pits amidst the utter darkness, and one path

that seemed right, lit with divine light... One path which he followed.

 

And he suceeded. He retrieved the skull from it's vault... But his strenght failed him on the way back. He collapsed near the road, and by some divine mean, a minor group of traders noticed him laying in the dirt, and lodged him onto one of their carts. They recognised him, and so, delivered him into the caring hands of his Brothers."

 

[!] The priest made a long pause, and folded his hands piously [!]

 

"And hence, Dorian was entrusted with the skull of the beloved, beautified bishop, and issued with Simon's last mission for him: To protect the relic, and to deliver it to Guy de Bar, in which hands it would be safe."

 

[!] With that, he turned to Simon, which was laying peacefully in his casket, with an expression of utter holiness uppon his countenance. The priest dipped his fingers in scented oil, and signed the Lorraine cross over Simon, sprinkling oil onto his chest. [!]

 

     

 

     

 

     "In nomine patris, et honorem, et caritas.

          Réquiem ætérnam dona eis,

               Dómine,

                    et lux perpétua lúceat eis.

                         Requiéscant in pace.

                              Amen."

[Imi 425]

Upon the news of Simon's death, likely finding its way to her on the voyage from Athera, Lady Jean Briarwood enters a state of mourning. Blinded by a flood of tears, the now older noble woman remembered her times with Simon before her marriage, when he was but a young man. She'd return to her cabin deflated, pondering of the life she could have shared with the deceased chaplain.

[Delrof 381]

The war-torn Ragnar would take harshly to the news, though his stoic visage showing little compassion. He'd push his fellow order men aside, finding the highest hill upon the new land, he withdraws his Longsword, bringing his heavy figure to one knee as he plants it firmly in the ground, muttering the words of peace in flexio. He'd rise with a signal of the Lorraine cross over his chest, his cold gaze looking onward across the island.

[Hedonism 254]

The news of Simon's passing had reached Gereon in the midst of Felsen's construction. The Prince, among the men lifting and setting stone, stopped in his tracks. The information didn't settle correctly in the beginning. His once comrade and brother-in-arms had now succumbed. Memories of past events rung through his mind. Fighting the Schismatic War and the Dwarven kind alongside Simon. Even the pair of men escaping from the clutches of the hordes of necromancers and cultists of Embermoore. With a few quiet words and a prayer uttered beneath his breath, the stoic savoyard went about his business in the construction once more.

[Harri 4815]

Dorian, shovel in hand, would struggle at digging at the tough earth of the newly settled Fournier lands of Vailor. Despite not being used to digging up the ground, he continued on regardless, the cold biting at his skin from the icy winds of the Amber Cold throughout his work, his muscles screaming at him to stop as he pressed on. After a while, he looks down at the hole he'd been digging, finally pleased with the half shabby piece of work. Slowly, he would lower Simon's lifeless body down into it.

 

"Rest easy old friend..." He says quietly, tracing a Lorraine cross over his chest with a finger as he rises.

 

He begins the slightly less tiring job of covering up his deceased comrade, pushing the unearthed dirt back over top of him. The only trace left of the grave would be some crossed sticks, made into the form of the Creator.

[Endovelicus 613]

Blessed bishop Kristoff welcomes Simon with a smile. "Long time no see, Simon."

[_Stigwig 1510]

Charles frowns at the news, head bowed in solemn silence.

[Dohvi 622]

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.