The Funeral of Marius III

[CheekyNolan 5420]

 

 

 

KRUSAE ZWY KONGZEM

Issued by

THE CROWN

On this 10th of Msitza ag Dargund of 557 E.S.

 

 

VA BIRODEO HERZENAV AG EDLERVIK,

The King is dead, long live the King. His Royal Majesty King Marius III has passed in the year 557 E.S. of continued ill health but in the company of each and every one of his children who, by the Grace of Godan, were offered a chance to say their final goodbyes. The Kingdom joins them in their grief for the loss of a noble and just king that ruled over our northern realm for nearly two decades. He joins his most beloved wife, the late Queen Juliya, in the Skies, where the two will continue to watch over their royal progeny, their kingdom, and their people; now and forevermore.

The bells will toll within the Basilica of Saint Joren and the Broken Chains where the Haeseni and those visiting from afar to offer their condolences and farewells shall be led in mass before the funeral service. All the subjects and allies of the Crown shall be welcomed within the walls of New Valdev that they might pay their final farewells to the dearly departed.

Both the mass and funeral service will be held during the month of Vzmey ag Hyff, 558 E.S.

[FRIDAY, THE 29TH OF NOVEMBER @5PM EST]

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INVITATIONS TO THE REST OF HUMANITY

His Holiness, HARRENTZEDEK, High Pontiff of the Church of the Canon, and the clergy, and the peoples of the Pontifical States. @Fleeperpriest

Their Royal Highnesses, FREDERICA & ERWIN, Princess and Prince in Reinmar and the Reinmaren peoples. @crazedpudding @Timer

His Highness, JOHN, King-Elect of the Kingdom of Balian and the Balianese peoples. @Andustar

Her Royal Majesty, ADALIA, Queen of the Commonwealth of the Petra and the Petran peoples. @mothsthetic

Her Serene Highness, XIOMARA, Sovereign of Hyspia and the Hyspian peoples. @tadabug2000

ATSUKO, Shugo of Sakuragakure and the Oyashiman peoples. @milksoda

Her Royal Majesty, TAR-CARANETH, Queen of the Kingdom of Númendil and the Númenedain peoples. @AstriaS

Their Royal Highnesses, CECILY, EDWARD & MARK, Leaders of Aaun and the Aaunic peoples. @Axelu @ErosTea @Enlightenment

His Highness, EAROSLAV, Sovereign of Ravenmire and the Ravenmiran peoples. @Zqppy

His Highness, YOHAN, Margrave of Beleth and the Belethian peoples. @Sean_VEVO

INVITATIONS TO OUR OTHER ALLIES AND FRIENDS

Her Excellency, ILLYRIA, Princess of the Principality of Celia’nor and the Celia’norian peoples. @Sailor

Her Highness, IDRIL, High Princess of Amathine and the Amanthine peoples. @JJosey

DYONNE, Matriarch of Nevaehlen and the peoples of the Vale. @Candle

The Gortslayer, RHAK’DOM, Rex of Lurak and the Orcish peoples. @Rig

ANTE’AHERU & WYNN, Sohaers of the Silver State of Haelun’or and the Haelun’orian peoples. @Air @Pancho

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IV JOVEO MAAN,

HIS ROYAL MAJESTY, Karl IV, by the Grace of Godan, King of Hanseti and Ruska, Grand Hetman of the Army, Hochmeister of the Marian Retinue, Prince of Bihar, Dules, Lahy, Muldav, Slesvik, Solvesborg, and Ulgaard, Duke of Carnatia, Margrave of Rothswald, Count of Alban, Alimar, Baranya, Karikhov, Karovia, Kaunas, Kavat, Markev, Siegrad, Torun, Toruv, and Valdev, Baron of Buck, Esenstadt, Kralta, Krepost, and Rytsburg, Lord of the Westfolk, Protector and Lord of the Highlanders, etcetera.

 

 

[Timer 1978]

Erwin uttered a small prayer for his beloved cousin and all the Haensemen.

[Andustar 4143]

"Kathryn, let us ensure our schedules are clear," John Casimir said, conversing with his wife during a respite from their shared duties. "We shall mourn not merely the passing of a king, but a good man." @MapleSunflower

[MunaZaldrizoti 8037]

As the days wore on since the late King's passing, the Lady Palatine seemed to dread that ceremony--the day that would see Marius to his final resting place. For that would mean her nephews and nieces were truly orphaned, a fate she would not wish upon even her worst enemy.

 

Ever still, she persisted in her work. She could find rest when she was dead.

[Rig 17580]

The official royal letter was carried far by an emissary of Haense and eventually the young attendant reached the distant dunes of the Orcish Peoples. This was his first major assignment he had been given and he was eager to please the new Haensetian king if possible, after all, it might just net him more Krawns. In the heat of the dunes, humans had to wear lighter clothes and shawls to hide their pale skin from the harrowing effects of the midday sun. What the attendant hated the most about this particular trip he was consigned to was that the weather itself could not make up its mind. During the day the heat was overbearing and during the night it was almost as cold as the Northern winds.

 

At last, he reached The Annex within Lurakahn after many days travel and presented the letter to the eager Khan of the Steppes. The blue orc sat atop the Seat of Daahd, his beefy legs spread wide as his darkly-colored armor and the black bear pelt around his shoulders leered down at the human from far away. In the days of Daahd'Lur, the castle's banners had been red and black, but with the ascension of the former Dom Targoth, it had been swapped to blue. Even the candles were blue! What was this absurd fixation?

However, the attendant knew better than to vex the Lord of the Orcs himself. If Wood Elves were savages, the Haensetian conceived that agitating a thick-skinned desert-dwelling goliath was the last thing to cross his mind.

 

"Yes Umie," spoke the Orcish Rex. "I shall see the Prince become King, the Spirits are appeased by your honor in carrying this message. The great Rhak'Dom shall pay homage to the Men of the North on his Pinkielands tour."

The attendant was surprised to find he was given ample food and broth in return for the message as well as a hefty tip. In the Annex, many Goblins peddled their wares to unsuspecting foreigners, while a small skeleton crew of Uruks lined the walls, awaiting the forever war that would never come. Was this the city of Lurakahn?

The human shrugged his shoulders and accepted the hospitality gladly. After all, a man back home could rarely say he'd been spotted at the edge of the world. Much less could a man say he survived being in the presence of the Gortslayer himself.