Honouring a Friend

[Jayphynph 279]

Honouring a Friend

Published: 4th of Sun’s Smile 1987

 

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The official court transcript of the funeral of Sir Cedric Johnson:

 

The will as written by the deceased:

 

Last Will and Testament of Sir Cedric Johnson, Quartermaster of Rhosmark

To Prince Richard: @mojanghunterMy loyal service to you and the crown has been my life's greatest honor. I have watched you grow into a remarkable ruler. I leave you my Ravenblade, the sword that has served me in countless battles. May it continue to protect Rhosmark and serve the crown faithfully.

To Oliver: My beloved apprentice and son in all but blood, I leave you my armor and all my personal effects. You have big shoes to fill, lad, but I have no doubt you will make me proud. Carry on my legacy and lead with honor and integrity.

To Aaron: @ketofMy trusted friend and comrade, I leave you 'Wake Up Call.' Your strength and loyalty have been invaluable to me. May this aid you in moments of need.

To Ylva: @IlArtistaA close friend and steadfast ally, I leave you my crossbow. Your skill as a hunter has always been impressive, and I hope this weapon serves you well in your future hunts.

To Gaspard: @DeadraSlayerMy fellow warrior, I leave you my sharpening stone. It has kept my blade keen through many battles, and I trust it will do the same for you. Stand firm and fight bravely.

To Prince Richard III: @Optimus420Young lad of Rhosmark, whom I had the honor of mentoring, I leave you my journal and books on strategy and history. May you learn from them and grow to be a wise and just leader.

To Catherine: @hopeyA princess and daughter of Richard the First, whom I have watched grow up with respect and admiration, I leave you the tavern in Rhosmark. May it continue to be a place of warmth and camaraderie under your care.

To Henry, Duke of Blackworth: @JavertTo my key ally, I leave you my signet necklace. It represents the bond between our lands and our shared commitment to peace and prosperity.

To Young Maddalene & Mathilde: @Amyy @LuxyLucy A noblewoman of great significance, I leave you another gold star as a remembrance to always be kind like you already are. Your kindness has always shone brightly.

To Elaine: @Black_Falcon21I leave you the same D20 from the first night we met and a bottle of my finest wines. May they bring back fond memories of our time together.

To Walter: @6DarkThe man who taught me medicine, I leave you the same med satchel you gave me all those years ago. Your teachings have saved many lives, including mine.

To Ivacia: @LoxyTheReindeerTo the friend I made in Vikila, I give you my finest cigar. May it bring you as much joy as they did for me in times of stress.

And to the people of Rhosmark-Stassion and Ravenmire kingdom and lands: I give you knowledge. "For whenever you feel a warmth in the tavern of Rhosmark, or see a smile upon someone's face, I am there smiling with you. And for the days I am not there, all of you will continue to shine like gold in my memories."

 

 

The speech of the new Quartermaster, Oliver Reye:

 

“It is the wish of the honourable to have their stories told after they die and it is the duty of the honourable to fulfil that wish. Cedric Johnson was like a father to me and it was his wish that the story of his life be shared with all that are honourable." Oliver took another deep breath, looking at the gathered faces.

 

"Many of those present today know his story better than I," he continued, "so I shall leave it to you to accomplish this task. Go, spread his name far and wide, celebrate his legacy, drink in his tavern, and keep his flame alive wherever you may go, for you are all honourable."

 

"Important as the story of one’s life is, I came today to talk to you about the story of Cedric Johnson’s death." Oliver's expression now turned more angry than sad, a fire brewing in his pale, blue eyes. "A few moons ago, my good friend Ylva discovered a hidden cave which we at the time believed to be connected to a necromancer seen by our scribe Aaron on his adventures in the country of Norland. Ylva, Aaron, Roan and I travelled to this cave, and Cedric, dutiful as he was, joined us midway. Venturing into the cave, we found a horror. An undead warlord, known as Jormunharr Ingmornesson, lay entombed inside, a horrible spirit leftover from a wicked soul." Oliver took a break to read the room

 

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The fire in Oliver's eyes had now burst it’s confines, the anger and betrayal clearly evident on his face. Looking around the room, Oliver continued his story. "Cedric, as honourable as he was inflamed by this abhorrent suggestion, refused in the name of Rhosmark. Thus, the worm cast a curse on him and us all who entered the cave. This was the curse that claimed the life of my father, your friend, your mentor, your leader." Oliver was a canvas of emotion at this point, equal parts angry and tearing up. Anyone present would be able to tell that there were greater feelings than just grief present in his expression.

 

Oliver gestured dramatically to Cedric's body. "In the name of my gods and the gods of Sir Cedric Johnson, I vow to avenge his murder and send this beast back into the deepest pits of hell and I implore anyone honourable to join me in my quest!"

Those mentioned in the will who were not present at the funeral are to please contact me

Signed;

 

Oliver Reye

Quartermaster of the Rhosmark

 

Edited July 28, 2024 by Just_me2196