A CALL TO MOURNING AND HONOR

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✠ A CALL TO MOURNING AND HONOR ✠

To the faithful of Canondom,

With heavy hearts, we announce the passing of Holy Ser Godefroy d’Amaury, a righteous knight, a defender of the Faith, and a true servant of GOD. Through war and peace, through trial and triumph, Ser Godefroy remained unwavering in his devotion to the True Faith and to the cause of righteousness. His blade struck down the wicked, but his spirit lifted the weary.

A man of honor, his life now stands before the gates of the seven skies. It is only right that we now gather to pay our respects and pray for his soul, so that he may swiftly enter the Seven Skies, where the virtuous dwell forevermore.

His funeral shall be held at the Holy See, on the 5th of Sun’s Smile, 2023. All faithful are welcome to attend and stand in solemn prayer beside his kin and brothers-in-arms.

Special invitation is extended to:

House d’Amaury

The people of Ravenmire, and her vassals

The Brothers of the Grail

All clergy, knights, and laity of Canondom who honor the teachings of GOD

Requiescat in pace, Holy Ser Godefroy. You shall not be forgotten.

Deus Magnus.

Chaptermaster Vincenzo de Capua

Spoiler

Funeral will be held tomorrow in the Holy See at 4:30pm EST

 

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Owyn Rostova, Crown Prince of Ravenmire, mourns today.

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A Young D’Amaury Countess recalls the nights spent on the mountain. When she’d gathered sticks from the forest below she’d ascend what would be now called Oakenwald. Reaching the mountain, she’d sit under the black maple tree and stare unto the sky. The trail which lead into the sea also lead over Ravenmire.

 

As she returned to the ravens nest, it would be bustling even late at night with people having fun in the tavern, adventurers walking by, Grail men consulting with the Raguelites and Other fellow Owynist. Before reaching her families cigar shop. Upon entering its closed home she found her father sitting on his favored chair smoking his regular cigar while she made dinner. They’d eat and share their doings before her father finished and entered the sanctum of their house to pray.

 

she in the other hand would clean, orginize before leaving once more to a isolated section of the port. There she would train on her wip mastery and Swordsmanship. Only to return home and hear not even the mouse’s creek. However her father was never the warm man, so he’d leave his door open when he slept. The sight of her father and his snoring assured Elis that he was always there. 
 

yet that was the past…..

 

now she stands in the mountain top of what will soon be the keep of Langkette. An unprepared and confused countess walking the fine line between crappy and decent. Her reality shattered into reality, and she stood on that same mountain sitting under the same tree. 
 

in her heart, was hatred. Yet a mix of pity and anger. Revenge isn’t always the anwser but justice was going to be her vengeance. 
 

she looked to the newly forged sword in her hand. As she sighed and stood up, aiming the sword at Ravenmire before aiming it up into the azure sky.

 

“Gold in peace papa… du tell me, ish it good up zhere?”

 

then the tip was aimed back at Ravenmire

 

”Steel in war”