[PK] The Ten of Pentacles

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Lady Katrin Eryka Stafyr ca. 1950

 

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Ten of Pentacles

The gate rattled as it shut behind Katrin. She entered Rhosynburg's front keep, stopping in front of the stable to dismount her steed. “Danke.” she handed the reins over to the stable hand, the gravel crunched underneath her boots as she walked up to the main keep. The family's falcons cawed, their song and sound of flapping wings mixing with the rhythmic sound of her shoes on the stones. Katrin's gaze lingered on the white stone as she crossed the second courtyard- even as the sun was setting she could make out the first tales of time on them, remnants of wind and weather had washed out the new shine since construction of the family seat was finished. 

 

Rhosynsburg was quiet. Here and there a servant carried the last dinner plates from the great hall to the kitchens, dishes cling-clanging together in the pot whenever the doors were opened. From one of the sitting rooms, Katrin could hear the muffled voices of her family, growing ever louder as her feet carried her up the stairs, joining them in front of the warm fire. For a while she sat with them, listening to the lengthy stories of her grandchildren, their adventures around Falkenstein and the plans their parents had made for them.

 

Hours later, the fire had grown smaller, the sun had long set and the children were fast asleep. As the former Viscountess entered her chambers she was greeted by the regular breathing of her husband and the wolfdog curled up in front of the fireplace. 

She quietly reviewed her nightly ritual and went to bed. Lying awake for a while, she pondered the decades past: her childhood and youth in Old Valdev, the Exodus of House Stafyr after King Aleksander's death, and the new beginning in Petra.

 

After living through years of war, conflict and the burden of leadership Katrin Eryka Stafyr felt relieved. The Stafyr line was secured. She had found them a new home and they were prospering once more and for that she thanked Godani.

 

With that thought her eyes fell shut a final time, content. 

 

 

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Katrin “the First” Eryka Stafyr

1928 - 2013

 

Viscountess of Falkenstein

Baroness of Feldkirch
26th Lord of Stafyr

Grand Treasurer of the Petra

 

Spoiler

It has been an absolute blast playing Katrin, alas it is time to say goodbye and move on! Thank you for everyone who was part of her journey!

LONG LIVE HOUSE STAFYR! AVE PETRA!

 

[DahStalker 3692]

Dark flames consumed the imagery before Katrin as she crossed into the seven skies, and before her stood Elia Eryka with a centuries worth of kegs. Full of goat milk. “Hej-.. it is time.”

Dark flames consumed the imagery before Katrin as she crossed into the seven skies, and before her stood Elia Eryka with a centuries worth of kegs. Full of goat milk. “Hej-.. it is time.”

Dark flames consumed the imagery before Katrin as she crossed into the seven skies, and before her stood Elia Eryka with a centuries worth of kegs. Full of goat milk. “Hej-.. it is time.”

[mothsthetic 2250]

A tall old Knight sighs upon hearing of the Viecountess’s passing. Though they did not know each other well, she was a fighter. She was a strong, determined woman who he respected greatly. And as another of the old years of Petra joins the Skies, he cannot help but wonder when he will see them again. A silent prayer is offered for Katrin- along with a bottle of fine Red and a green candle.

[MakeshiftFoxxo 313]

Symon sat within the dining hall of Rhosynsburg, having just been informed of the news within the previous hour. Within that hour, the Viscount hadn't spoke to or regarded a single soul. Occasionally, he'd find himself stood up to wander throughout the Keep. His silent gaze travelled across the daily happenings of the day.

 

They felt empty, something was missing. 

 

Quietly, Rhosynsburg fell quiet in mourning for the life that was lost; however, never forgotten.