A Baronial Funeral | 1946

[FireAGN 1207]

𝕬   𝕭 𝖆 𝖗 𝖔 𝖓 𝖎 𝖆 𝖑   𝕱 𝖚 𝖓 𝖊 𝖗 𝖆 𝖑

Issued by His Lordship, 

𝕻 𝖊 𝖙 𝖊 𝖗   𝖛 𝖔 𝖓   𝕷 𝖊 𝖔 𝖕 𝖔 𝖑 𝖉  ,   𝕽 𝖊 𝖌 𝖊 𝖓 𝖙   𝖔 𝖋   𝕰 𝖉 𝖊 𝖓 𝖉 𝖔 𝖗 𝖋

in the Year of our Lord, 1946.

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In order to celebrate the life and achievements of House von Leopold’s deceased Patriarch, the surviving family, von Leopold & Korvacz alike, of Baron ℜ𝔦𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔡 𝔈𝔡𝔪𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔳𝔬𝔫 𝔏𝔢𝔬𝔭𝔬𝔩𝔡 extend an invitation to the people of Aaun, and surrounding nations. They are asked to come together at the Chapel of our Lady Paradisius for a proper funeral held in Richard’s honour. His Grace, 𝔓𝔦𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔅𝔦𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔭 𝔄𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔩𝔞 will preside over the funeral held within the city of Whitespire.

 

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OOC: 

Saturday, the 14th, 1pm EST at the Chapel of our Lady Paradisius, in Whitespire.

 

All friends and acquaintances of the late Baron are welcome to attend and pay their respects. Special invitations are given to those who knew Richard well, and are considered close family and good friends.

 

𝕾 𝖕 𝖊 𝖈 𝖎 𝖆 𝖑   𝕴 𝖓 𝖛 𝖎 𝖙 𝖆 𝖙 𝖎 𝖔 𝖓 𝖘 :

His Lordship, Konstantin von Augusten, Count of Hohengarten, and his esteemed pedigree.

Her Ladyship, Cosima von Augusten, Countess-Emeritus of Hohengarten.

Her Ladyship, Baroness-Consort Anne Senko, and Baron Rassvet Senko of Rika.

Her Ladyship, Countess-Consort Marlena d’Arkent of Salia, and Count Gabriel d’Arkent of Salia, and their esteemed pedigree.

His Lordship, Helwig von Bardenwig, Baron of Arentania, and his esteemed pedigree.

His Royal Majesty, Adrian I, King of Bailan, and his esteemed pedigree.

His Lordship, Sir Leopold Haverlock, Count of Talentine, and his esteemed pedigree.

Her Ladyship, Thérèse von Theonus, Heiress to Marignan, and Julius von Theonus.

Her Royal Highness, Augusta Alstion, Princess of Aaun.

His Princely Grace, Manfred Barclay, Duke of Reinmar, and his esteemed pedigree.

His Lordship, Olivier de Roisus, Margrave of Haute-Epine, and his esteemed pedigree.

His Highness, Heinrich II von Alstreim, Prince of Merryweather and Lord Vandalore, and his esteemed pedigree.

His Lordship, Cunimund hal'Cingedoz, Baron of Bodbwodz, and his esteemed pedigree.

The Whitespire City Watch.

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𝔊 𝔒 𝔗 𝔗   𝔐 ℑ 𝔗   𝔘 𝔑 𝔖,

 

His Lordship, Peter von Leopold, Regent of Edendorf

 

[Samson Option 9652]

𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅗𝅥𝅘𝅥𝅯𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅗𝅥𝅘𝅥𝅯𝅘𝅥𝅮

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Adelheid, Cunimund, Haus, and Philip sat altogether at a table in one of the corners in the meadhall. Stone mugs clinked against tabletop and hands slapped against shoulders and knees as the four bantered and spoke. Cunimund leaned an oil painting gingerly against a stained-glass windowsill adjacent to where they sat, thanking Philip for it while keeping the painting from any of the splashing mead tossed up between the four seated.

 

"And what do you hope your tribe here advances? Will you one day have walls and stone houses spread across the mountain?" Philip asked between sips of spiced mead.

 

Cunimund leaned forward, chortling abruptly. "Fat chance af' t'at! Mine tribe will always be af' ta' earth an' wood. Our earthenwalls do jos' fine. And we dun' have no fantasy in our minds ta' be a vast folk buildin' beyond our need. We have always been few in number an' comfortably so!" he exclaimed.

 

A young Cingedoz page and another his elder entered the meadhall; the youth held a letter scrunched underneath a closed fist. The older Cingedoz, Owain ap Fawr, folded his arms with a look of mischief. Ambactorix, the page, unfolded the letter and held it mockingly like a Heartlander herald holding a scroll to read from.

 

"His Lordship, Cunimund hal'Cingedoz, Baron of Bodbwodz," Ambactorix began, cheekily reading in a higher pitched voice the end of the sentence, "and his esteemed pedigree. . ," with a wiggle of his eyebrow as he looked first to Cunimund and then to his three other guests. Cunimund playfully acted as if poked in the gut, responding with an upright middle finger and a tongue partly stuck out. Ambactorix and Owain jovially did a quick square dance, facing each other and calling each other Lord & Laird; the dance done not of malice, but of jesting. Cunimund clapped a tune for the dance, slowing down as Ambactorix waved off his comedic skit and read the full contents of the letter in plainer tone.

 

"They have t'eir traditions an' ways jos' as we have ours good Ambactorix an' Owain. They've dun' no deed whereby t'ey act to pry us from our own tradition. I dun' want any af' ye' lot calling me lurd or laird or any such title, I am merely a waxtolangoi or rix, but lord such titles o'er ye as if I expect ye' ta' kiss mine feet. I wouldn't even kiss mine own feet!" Cunimund counseled after Ambactorix read the letter in full, the end of his statement spoken in a lighter tone.

 

"Richard wos' a good man. A man one could count on whether in battle or in distress. I wish his family none but ta' best."

 

 

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Blended together a response to this post with some recent RP!

 

[Jameson_h 393]

Pious after the ceremony would jot at designs for the urn as he rode back to the Temple of St King Ciaus, the body in the cart behind securely within a casket "Dio Es Nomine Dio Es Nomine" he muttered silently as he returned to his work