A Crow Flies No More

[Piov 2643]

A Crow Flies No More

The funeral procession of King Marius I.

15th of the Sun’s Smile, 1611

 

The dew of the early dawn cascaded the streets of Mardon. The church bells tolled at the signaling of the first mass and the quiet haven slowly abated with the opening of shops and the early rounds of farmers and herders along the outskirts. The man walked out, taking in the sight with a moment of profound sentiment. The bloody rags from his violent coughs covered his bed, a prolific sight as he rose from his respite. He peered out into the distance, grabbing his fishing line and bucket in the corner, resolute and ready for another day at sea.

 

The gleaming waters reflect the rays of the illuminating horizon off the shores of Mardon. The young man sat in contemplation, casting his line into the sea awaiting for a fruitful catch. He looked out onto the open waters, leaving the busy world behind him, taking in the rare instant of tranquility of this very moment. Realizing his line was fidgeting within his hands, he grasped tightly to take hold of this catch. He reeled in the line hastily, euphoric at the prospect of a successful day at sea. However, the elusive creature escaped the man’s hold...    

 

Marius I of Haense, b.1584  d.1611

 

King of Hanseti and Ruska

 1586 - 1611

 

[SerFinnick 445]

Lord Norrington laments the death of the once King of the North. Having only met him once, when he was arrived in Haense after the fall of Johannesburg, James quickly makes the arrangements for the Funeral fitting of a King. 

 

"Ave Marius, The King in the North."

[cj_scout 305]

Leonhard stands solemnly as the late King's funeral procession passes by on the streets of Mardon, nothing more than a reminiscent frown set upon his face. His gaze drops towards the stones of the street, and he shakes his head in some mixture of disbelief and sadness. As the casket passes, he signs a cross on his chest, and his determined eyes rest on the line of men in front of him. Quietly, though to no one at all, he speaks the same words he spoke a decade ago in his departure from Karlsburg.

 

"Ave Marius. Ave Haense."

[yopplwasupxxx 5946]

"My once and future king."

[iris1612 1780]

"Goodbye my brother."

[Rammer 388]

"May you rest well in the skies and be reunited with all your kin King Marius" Ian signs the Lorraine

[Birdnerdy 1539]

Karl Sigmar greets his nephew into the Skies with a melancholy look of understanding. 

[sandey0000 216]

"He always was a good king, but made some decisions that made him look otherwise. I will always tell to my decandants that King Marius was a true and noble king" Leofrik Farsight said while preparing to face Courland again

[Andustar 4143]

Viktor Kovachev silently mourns the death of the man who was his King

[Lirinya 4021]

"Well, he was certainly one of the nicer kings I have known.." muttered a small woman to herself. "How sad."

[Rudi 1747]

Siegmar Otto Barbanov remains quite.

[JVQ 1719]

Ostromir awaits Marius, his once liege but later a foe. 

 

Pavlo the Old is saddened by the news, a Raevir King was a scarce thing.

[bromadan 368]

Owyn Amador sat silently, hearing the news of once his friend and King dying. He was saddened, struck deeply with sorrow as he recalled when he grew up in Saint Karlsburg beside Marius, remembering the day perfectly when he swore his oaths to him personally. 

 

"I am sorry I couldn't be with you friend.." He muttered quietly, covering his face with his worn hands. 

[Legoboy7984 3155]

Rodrik would hear the news as he would shed a tear "Marius 'The Good'...."

 

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Ser Markus welcomes King Marius in the seven skies with a bit of sadness telling him

"Lets go find your mother, and father."

[GloriaPreussens 798]

 

 

 

 

Ser Frederick would ride through the hills of the North, to the ashes of what was once Karlsburg, planting a sword in the frostbitten earth as he dismounted his warhorse, bitter tears wept for the truest King that ever lived, his people who called him King when he held no Realm, who suffered and toiled beside them, a man more fitting to rule there had never been, and likely never would exist again. The Knight would kneel in the snow, shutting his eyes and saying a quiet prayer before looking up, "Blood for Marius," he would whisper, a quiet oath before GOD.