TO NEST AND REST

[House Stafyr 218]

TO NEST AND REST

16th of Tobias’ Bounty, 1929 IC  | 16th of Gronna and Droba, 482 ES

 

 

It is with great remorse and regret that we announce the passing of His Lordship, Arthur Stafyr, who has now peacefully entered unto the Seven Skies in his 60th year.

 

Those who were close to His Lordship know that his faltering health had led to his retirement from the Aulic Court following the passing of King Georg to be able to grieve for his friend and spend more time with his family in his final days. Lord Stafyr’s retirement came after 14 years of service in that role, one which had been preceded by two prior decades of public service under the reigns of King Karl III and King Georg in a variety of positions including Royal Alderman, Palatial Secretary, and Master of the Census. 

 

The Baron of Thurant was a private and humble man, one who sought only to perform his sworn duties to the Crown and elevate his family’s station through honest means. His generosity and benevolence were renowned among those who knew him. There was no pomp and circumstance behind announcing his retirement, for he wanted none. Instead, Arthur was content to be allowed his rest and return to being the loving father and husband that he was.

 

Lord Arthur was a champion of the downtrodden, fighting under the guise of one “Raul Freeman” to defend those who had been most persecuted by society. As Chief Jovenaar, King Georg’s dictates and Arthur’s unwavering belief in the Jorenic Liberties had led to a renaissance in Haeseni law, resolving a multitude of issues that the system had struggled with for years. He believed that all men and women should have a just chance to defend their innocence and championed this idea throughout his life.

 

There were things more important to Arthur than the impeccable upholding of an unbiased judiciary that gave every man and woman a fair chance under the law, save for his family. He is survived by his wife and his eight children, who greatly adored him as both a father and as a paragon of the Three Virtues.

 

But his greatest achievement was the restoration of House Stafyr to the Barony of Thurant, with those of the Stafyr-Beron line having succeeded in redeeming the House’s blemished honor.

 

The Baron of Thurant is to be entombed within the family catacombs in the Almannir tradition as soon as possible. His final letters are to be distributed by his executor in the coming days, as are certain key items within His Lordship’s personal trove.

 

We believe that His Lordship lived his life with the utmost honor and exemplified everything that the ideal Stafyr should be. May God Bless His Lordship, and may he find peace in the company of Saint Godwein.

 

Lincent. Honorum. Pietas.

 

 

Elia Stafyr-Colborn

Lady of House Stafyr, Baroness of Thurant,
Curator of the Crown Jewels

[DahStalker 2858]

Spoiler

 

 

Slowly that old woman brought trembling digits to her complexion, curving them inwards as she wept loudly, chest heaving. The sound of bleating goats mourned echoed from the confines of the neighboring room as the chorus of grief was heard to all of the Stafyr children and those outside of their abode upon the streets. With great sorrow that lonely Baroness would secure herself into the confines of her abode, becoming meek and silent in her composure. Some would say for the following days she’d refuse any offering of goat milk and any goat product… asking for only Hyspian tacos and cucumber water. The great falcon Thondor always guarding her door while she remained within.

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The scent of smoke and debris consumed the air as the remainder of that Orenian palace fell to its destruction, rotting paint reeking from every corner as the pair of young women rushed through the desolate space; one of flaxen-hair and blue eyes and the latter with a scalp full of copper curls and a sturdy steel stare. An eruption of giggles and cackling surrounded them as they soared through the remains with moments of brief hesitation, tearing open abandoned vanities and jewelry boxes as they raided the palatial remains for jewelry and luxurious regalia. “Henrietta, how devious would this look on me?” The scyfling-youth had queried, holding up an exquisite necklace donned with rubies and amethysts to her nape, lips curved upright into mischievous coyness. By time they had completed, they'd both had bags full of jewelry - going their separate ways. As that speedy Colborn stormed from the steps of the palace she collapsed with a rather nimble force at her front, eyes widening as she was saved by the clutch of her bodice. “Oh-- aorf!” The stunned noise sounded, before she was face to face with her ‘savior’; a young man who was her senior by a few years, head full of shaggy brown tresses, dressed for adventure and scholarly indentures, with large wide-framed glasses supported on his nose. After a considerable amount of staring and built-up flustering from both, suited with their nervous and anxious-riddled smiles that disguised Stafyr spoke.

“Ah-.. R-.. Raul Freeman. S’All Good, Man.” 

 

Edited June 18, 2023 by DahStalker

[PrimnyaQuorum 1042]

Between overseeing construction on a new hospital and wandering the new lands in search of something, a Blonde Doctor finally find the time to sit down at his desk and sort through the growing mound of missives, announcements, and other assorted paperwork. As he sifted and read, a particular notice caught his eye, and for once enveloped his full attention.

 

It had been some time since Haus had seen the Retired Chief Jovenaar, yes - but never had he expected him to be gone so soon. His heart sank as he recounted how many had slipped away, since the Mori'Quessir invasion had began several years ago. In truth, he hadn't spoken much with the late Stafyr - not that much had to be said, though. Haus admired the man's expertise on the law, his work on the desperately needed reforms of the Aulic Court, and his commitment to see Justice upheld. 

 

It did not make it any easier, however, to stomach the fact that he was gone. His head lowered and his eyes closed, as he prayed for the Souls of Adele Ludovar and now, Arthur Stafyr , and for GOD to grant them the rest they had earned through their work. 

 

A moment of silence - until a whisper  from just over his shoulder tore the moment from the tired Jovenaar. Of course, nothing was there - though he had no doubts that it had been. He ran a hand through his hair as he shook his head, grumbling to himself.

 

He took a deep breath as he returned to his paperwork, the words of a mentor and Pale Elfess reaching the front of his thoughts - and he forced his thoughts back to the job at hand. Perhaps it was time for him to take up the mantle, or perhaps it would be passed to someone else more worthy. Either way - 

 

There was still work to do, and neither Lady Justicar nor Chief Jovenaar would approve of stagnation. He would not dishonor their memory by starting now.

[Frostdrop1 877]

Audo Weiss took a breath at the news. Arthur - he had been a good man, one he'd seen perhaps a saint's day earlier, just passing by in the square. The Stafyr under his leadership had seen such highs and had been, of course, friends. He most certainly recalled the invitationt to view the Falcon's Flight of his sons and daughters, with all it's highs and lows.

And, of course, this man had presided over his trial. He could only thank GOD that someone with a competent mind took it over, for with the mess that the situation was he could hardly bare to think of anyone else doing justice.

"GODSPEED, Bossir Stafyr." He rumbled quietly. "Vy've done vyr duty, take vyr rest." 

He set the missive aside, laying it gently on his sideboard. His respects to this man were due.

[CopOwl 1668]

8 hours ago, PrimnyaQuorum said:

There was still work to do, and neither Lady Justicar nor Chief Jovenaar would approve of stagnation. He would not dishonor their memory by starting now.

 

The long-dead Adele Ludovar peers down upon her student from the Seven Skies above; just as Arthur Stafyr materializes at her side. She glances to him, although her gaze remains trained on Haus. "He has done as well - better, even - than ea ever hoped for him." The Spectre of a Lady Justiciar muses on this momentarily, casting her mind back to the many hours that she worked tirelessly for her office and students. "A true successor," She glances to Arthur. "Just like vy."

 

10 hours ago, DahStalker said:

Slowly that old woman brought trembling digits to her complexion, curving them inwards as she wept loudly, chest heaving. The sound of bleating goats mourned echoed from the confines of the neighboring room as the chorus of grief was heard to all of the Stafyr children and those outside of their abode upon the streets. With great sorrow that lonely Baroness would secure herself into the confines of her abode, becoming meek and silent in her composure. Some would say for the following days she’d refuse any offering of goat milk and any goat product… asking for only Hyspian tacos and cucumber water. The great falcon Thondor always guarding her door while she remained within.

 

The Baroness's sister, Anabel Elia Colborn, travels to Elia's home with a gift basket in hand bearing many of her sibling's favourite Scyfling treats and the food of their youth - those that she remembers her sister having favoured when they were young. The Baronial servants show the Keeper of the Book to their Baroness's room and she knocks upon the door, waiting for a response. As she hears none, she leans her forehead against the wood, peering across to Thondor the falcon as she murmurs. "Elia ..." The older sister speaks, "I'm- Forlati mik, my systir.. I know how you loved him so." Whispers she in the privacy of this moment. "I've brought some things for you; I heard you weren't eating much." From that point, Anabel leans down and places her wicker basket on the floor outside before stepping away. "Take care, Elia ..." She murmurs, leaving the Stafyr home at that point with a melancholy look to one of her sister's lingering - and also mourning - children.