The Funeral of Alisa Camian

[AstriaS 3683]

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The Funeral of Alisa Camian

Dated 13th of the First Seed, Year 47 SA

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     It is with great sadness that Clan Camian announces the passing of our most venerable Matriarch, Alisa Camian. Throughout the course of her long and storied life, she ever acted as a guide for our people, through worldly conflicts, demonic invasion, and cataclysm. Truly, there are few in our history whose legends can compare. With her loss, so too is lost an invaluable font of wisdom, and over a century of knowledge and experience. In accordance with her wishes, her funeral will be held before the Ashwood tree in the center of the Norlandic Capital of Varhelm for all citizens of the Kingdom to attend.

 

     The event will be open to any who wish to observe the services. The following individuals are, by the Matriarch’s final wishes, extended personal invitations:

• The Matriarch’s family, including:

              Her children, Sylvia and Lillianna Camian and Tavish Faretto, as well as their spouses.

              Her grandchildren, Mera, Arne and Clara Camian and Elska and Aedan Faretto, as well as their spouses and children.

              Fiil’Yar

• The Keepers
• The King’s Council
• Clan Freysson, and in particular King Vane Freysson
• Clan Eiriksson
• Levian’Tol Grandaxe
• Clan Edvardsson
• Murdok’Lak

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Signed,

Mera Camian, Matriarch of Clan Camian

 

OOC:

Monday October 25, 6:00 PM EST 

Varhelm Square, Norland

 

[_pr0fit 2944]

"Two of our pillars in the same year, I fear should the Svarlings come knocking that they would knock our home down." Vane shakes his head firmly "No, there have been none that could crush the Norlandic spirit, not before King Sven, nor King Donovan, nor King Torsten." he says proudly of his people and their history "Let us stand tall at the Pyre of High Keeper Alisa Camian, for we are the people of the North, proud, free, and honorable. This day we of the mortal plane lose a bright star, but the Fathers halls grow brighter against the rampant darkness that pervades."

[Qaz_The_Great 1189]

Marks his calendar, he'd look at the parchment for a minute before going on about his day.

[Willstertheking2 1101]

The invitation never reached Levian'Tol Grandaxe till after the date had already passed. The former Dwarf King now looking far older than he ever has sits by a hearth staring into the flames. He thinks of the simplicity of fire, how it burns and does nothing else. Though in the flames he sees memories. Memories that have almost completely left his aging mind brought full force to bare as they consumed his every thought. His eyes would quick well before his hand shot into the flames of the hearth, his eyes drying in an instant as the pain overtook the memories. He would slowly take out his hand and look over the pink flesh while thinking of his friend. "Seems t'at et's done."