Cineribus natus sum, In flammis redeam.

[Smmer 2441]

May Death greet me with an open palm and gentle hands

To Be Read Upon the death of Circe Horen,

Ambience

 

If you are reading this then I have already passed, in my own special way and by choice. I am not one for words, I barely wish to write this as is yet, I do not wish to leave this land with words left unspoken nor in this case unwritten out of fear I may return as some sort of malevolent poltergeist or ghost and haunt the castle. Though I must confess it’s quite tempting. Nonetheless, if you are reading this I Circe Horen formerly Circe Mareno have died.

 

I wish to apologize for the absence of an Empress, I was not born to royalty or prepared for what I was undertaking by promising to marry Tiberias when the land was still called Grense, I hadn't the faintest idea what it would turn into, a small hovel ended up becoming an Empire that spanned the horizons. I regret my inability to be present and be there to uphold my promises so I hope to be forgiven for disappearing, understandably my lack of presence was embarrassing but there were many attempts I made to in an attempt reconnect, but it ultimately yielded no success and only further brewed discontent. I see now that my reasons were not an excuse to explain away absence, I could have done more and so I part this world with acknowledgement that I could have been better.

 

May I be Stronger in rebirth, may I be reborn into the offspring of a simple doe, the seedling of an ancient oak, even a child to a farmer. I know many will forget my name, there will be more Empresses after me and so I am content knowing that the side of the Emperor will never be vacant and that my son and his wife will lead with iron and blood as did his father. I leave with no regrets, I leave with love and reassurance that even in my death life will go on and such simplicity is all I desire.

 

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I cant type how I truly feel so I will keep it short,

This venture was a pretty big awakening for me that I am still not ready to play as an "MCRP Empress". It wasn't fun and it was no ones fault but my own for the amount of self sabotaging I did. Nonetheless I enjoyed my seerdom magic again always enjoy messing with people using it. I enjoyed and miss Grense very much but I am glad to see how far peoples hard work have gotten them I would have never even believed that Grense /would/ be an empire someday but im happy for them. I am really happy for them all. Goodluck y'all.

 

[ImmortalShadowZ 1306]

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Finally, bring Floki home tomorrow and then we can watch crocodile dundee

 

[Irishmanmichael 504]

“Long may she reign in the skies. As she makes the fallen of the Imperial guard chase her across the skies as she randomly picked up passed on little ones.” Manfred declared as he got the missive.

 

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We didn't rp much on our characters smmer but it was always fummer so I am glad you played the empress.

 

[Werew0lf 24180]

At sunset, the imperial prince wanders through the gardens of the palace — he kicks open the doors, limping his way towards his room, and then, taking a seat upon his favoured desk.

 

With bloodied nails, Hadrian writes; for the first time in many years, the usual, fake smile on his face is long faded; it is covered in distress, veins prod across his temple in utmost fury. Silent prayers usher from his lips, the wick of a candle flame dims. 

[Ninjay 1184]

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You don’t need to apologize for anything, you having had the title at all was such a massive W in general that it still makes me and other friends of ours smile to think about. I hope you have fun with whatever you do next.

 

As long as it isn’t inting league games.

 

[Frisket 4538]

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Do not apologize for you have rped well! I enjoyed Circe as she was a special character to interact with amongst the many people I rp with daily! I only wished I got more time to talk and possibly write a book on her!

 

Vivien sat upon a stool in the tavern of Alba, she seemed content in her writing when the news were mailed into the bulletin board. Crowds gathered and her head locked onto the amassing. The mage picked her book up, and her staff and walked over to the crowd. The elf pushed and shoved her way through, squeezing through the broad shoulders of the humans and their puffed dresses and tunics before viewing the missive of the passing of the Circe.

 

Her awed expression turned into a saddened one. An Empress who acknowledged her even if it was once, a woman of high regard seemingly passed away. 
 

in her hand lied the story which she could not fully write. What would she even do now…

[zuziee 4004]

Her namesake pressed her cheek against the cold glass, watching as the men of Trident’s Peak solemnly lowered their banners to half-mast in mourning. Circe let her gaze drift away, settling instead on the worn teddy bear nestled at the center of her pillows like a sentinel of comfort. She grieved in silence.

[TaraJess 2848]

The missive found the Margravine early in her office. The rays of sun hadn't even begun to peak over the top of the gatehouse, so her desk was lit up by a lone candle. Lorena was barely awake, already dreading the work that she knew would take her entire day, but she was happy to labor for her Emperor and Empress.

 

Apparently, it was just the Emperor now.

 

Tired eyes peered over the missive, hollowness spread throughout the young woman. It seemed there were so few she could look up to. When it came to her though, the first Empress of Man, the minimal interactions remained with her. She was a woman who didn't forget herself, even when she sat atop the world. She did not forget to laugh, to be unserious, even when it seemed demanded of her. 

 

Lorena pulled open a drawer and removed an unsent letter that was carefully addressed it her Imperial Majesty. It slowly flipped in-between Lorena's fingertips before it was set ablaze by the single candle. The ashes of dead words were known to be good for the soil...

 

 

[kuerbis 3802]

Madelief, a niece to Circe who had been raised by her in her own mother’s absence, found herself in the chapel of Myrine that very evening. The woman’s digits clasped some prayer beads her husband Cassius had gifted her a while ago. Her face remained stoney, eyes still wide with shock as she tried to utter some prayers from her mouth. Her voice, however, got stuck in her throat, so the scene was soon relegated to Madelief trying to keep down her tears. A sorry sight - for she knew that Circe would not have wanted her to cry.