Jayphynph

Exploring the seemingly endless caverns was so much fun! Thank you so much for all your work!

As Charles heard the news, a mix of shock and grief quickly covered his face. Tomas had been a kind face when he first arrived in Hyspia. He cursed himself for not being there to protect his friend, mumbling a prayer in memory of the Salazar. Charles then gathered his supplies; he had some Darkspawn to tear limb from limb.

"Heylise..." Charles Reye mumbled to himself. He was sitting beneath a tree, watching his sons play and skirmish, as he read the missive. Worry filled his heart; worry for the Princeps, worry for his friend, worry for his family.

A Diagram Tracing the Lineage of the Great Noble Family Published by Emanuel de Aoula On the 8th of Laurelie's Piety in the year 134 DR A Confusing Young Spirit Emanuel de Aoula, a somewhat solitary citizen of Hyspia, was not often to be found wandering the streets of the Capital. He would instead have his head buried in books, be they fictional or educational. He would often indulge his curious heart under the shade of a tree, or sometimes in the middle of the desert, thus his elusive nature. When he did appear, rugged and disheveled as he’d be, it would seldom be for anything other than scarce rations. These errands were often interrupted by months of wordless withdrawal. Then, on one otherwise quiet morning, he came marching into the town square, a wide grin on his unshaved face and stacks of paper and books under his arms. Basely, he demanded to see a representative of the Royal Court, for he had a product to showcase them. The following is a statement written by de Aoula: A Description of the Chart When I first wanted to create a comprehensive list of the Viceroys and Sovereign of Hyspia, the esteemed House de Pelear, my eyes first looked to the private records of the family themselves, hoping to gauge any information I could. Over the course of a couple of months, I snuck into the castle at night (sorry about that), and transcribed anything useful I could find. The information contained within the palace would prove useful, but not conclusive, and there were still many holes. I tried my best to close the gaps following oral history and alternate sources, and the result is what I believe to be the most accurate diagram one could make. The main line of the house is shown in blue, the Maravilla branch in light blue. Viceroys and Sovereigns are listed in gold, while some other titles relevant enough to show are represented by purple or red. Feel free to come ask me questions, I should be around more soon! (maybe… I found a particularly interesting cactus in the desert that I want to study, so no promises) Should you or your house be wanting to obtain a similar pedigree (and have the mina for it), send a bird with as much information you have, and I’ll give it a shot! Signed, Emanuel de Aoula

Matthias Keen's mouth began to water as he read of the blessed CHEESE, hoping the family's cooks would serve fondue that evening.

Charles Reye looks at the missive hammered into the notice board, staring mutely at the announcement. The 20 year old ponders his life choices, the stress of his new office having lightly greyed the roots of his dark brown hair. "I shall do well," he concluded with a sigh. This, he was determined on.

ON THE ORGANIZATION OF IVORIA’S MARTIAL FORCES Published by the Ministry of Domestic Affairs and Bureaucracy Issued on the 14th of Horen’s Calling in the Year of our Lord 2008. The Ivöri people have long been known as a martial folk, their lives shaped by the art of combat and fortified by St. Lucien of old. Within the year, the Ivory Company has found itself in numerous skirmishes, both unexpected and planned. With the growth of Ivoria and the bustling nature of our capital, it is deemed fit that a reorganization and official mobilization of our troops is in order. Let this publication serve as both a declaration and detailed guide for the martial glory of our people. Thus, officially, do we produce and recognize distinct arms of our military, built for the growth and longevity of our blessed realm. The Princeps Levy The natural start for any eager young Ivöri Rekrut - Recruit: When, as all Ivöri do, a young lad is to join His Grace's army, he shall do so as a Rekrut. As an aspirant unto the glory of combat, he shall learn from his superiors the art of swordsmanship, horseback riding, as well as engrain within himself the ideals and customs of the Ivöri Creed, from which all good soldiers of Mount Vindicta draw their inspiration and awe. When he is finally ready, he will be sworn in with the Ivory Company, taking his place as a Reisläufer. Reisläufer - Footsoldier: Upon his ascension to soldier, our young hero finds himself at the base of a mountain. It is as a soldier of His Grace’s army that he will serve his due time defending his brethren, aiding the meek, and vanquishing the evil that ever lingers in the realm os Aevos. If by the glory of GOD, our young hero serves well during this time, distinguishing himself among his peers, he may rise the ranks of the Company. He may be extended the honour of trying out for the Jonesguard (more on this later), or he may continue in the Princeps Levy, rising to the rank of junior officer. Unterwachtmeister - Under-Sergeant: Known as the under-sergeant, this junior officer serves as a way for newly-promoted Reisläufer to earn experience in the field, as well as the respect of their men. They work directly with the Wachtmeister, serving as his right-hand-man and deputee in all matters pertaining to the sergeant’s squad. Wachtmeister - Sergeant: The lowest ranked officer to lead men. Also known as the sergeant, it is his job to maintain battlefield and barracks standards, ensure that the soldiers under his command are well trained, fed, and armed as well as to keep up the morals and convictions of the Ivöri creed. Should our young Unterwachtmeister prove himself capable of being a leader of men, he shall be named Wachtmeister; The Master of the Watch. With this title comes both greater reverence in Ivöri society, serving as the highest ranked member of the Princeps Levy, but also greater responsibilities. The upkeep of Alarician standards and the combat-readiness of the Reisläufer, fall within the duties of the Wachtmeister. Oberwachtmeister - Over-Sergeant: There is only one Oberwachtmeister, who is appointed directly by an Oberst. They are in charge of logistical affairs and overseeing the junior sergeants, ensuring discipline and cohesion in the Ivory Company. While junior to the Adjutant, the Oberwachtmeister reports directly to the Fähnrich. The Jonesguard - Junior Ranks The lauded defenders of the homeland Any member of the Princeps Levy may at any time apply to volunteer for the Jonesguard. Members of the Jonesguard are the most highly trained, bravest, and most competent members of the Ivory Company. They devote their lives to martial service, and also serve as the inquisitorial court’s enforcing arm, ensuring the safety of the regular citizens of Ivöria! The Jonesguard is represented in heraldry by a Golden Pine Tree, forever reminding the men of the home they swore to protect. The junior ranks are as follows: Beschützer der Ivör - The Guardsmen of Ivöria: This title denotes the junior-most member of the Jonesguard, an elevated Reisläufer. While they do not hold command authority over their fellow foot soldiers, they command greater respect and adoration in conjunction with their heightened duties and responsibilities. Korporal - Corporal: A junior officer position with the authority to command Reisläufer, while still being held in lower esteem than a Wachtmeister of the Princeps Levy. These troops have proven themselves competent fighters as well as seasoned leaders of men, often serving as an extension of the Jonesguard Wachtmeister. They command the Jonesguard men directly in battle, and, like the Wachtmeister, are responsible for the moral, hygienic, and martial capabilities of the Jonesguard Beschützer. Adjutant - Warrant Officer: The highest ranking junior officer of the Ivory Company, there is only one warrant officer. Along with his team of corporals, the Officer is responsible for the day-to-day command of the men of the Jonesguard. He has proven himself as a master-combatsman, and someone who can command the total respect of the men under his command. He also holds the distinction of the premier-most non-knighted officer in the entire company. The Adjtant is vital within the operations of the Ivory Company. The Order of the White Elephant The Noble Knights of Ivör The collective emblem of the Order The Order of the White Elephant is the Ivöri order of knighthood. Collectively known as the Knights of Ivör, they live, serve, and die by Alaric’s creed, exemplifying the chivalrous convictions and honour of what it means to be an Ivöri. Highly esteemed in society, they carry their colors with heads held high, commanding respect wherever they go. Ehrengarde - Knight: While all knights of Ivör hold the title of knight, this lowest grade of the order exists to distinguish battlefield knights, who do not hold command authority within the Ivory Company, and the knightly officers. While they may not dictate the strategic movements of the sergeants of the Princeps Levy, they still call upon the reverence of common foot soldiers. The role is also bestowed upon titled nobles, though not their families, or given in any honourary capacity, should the need arise. The ceremonial badge of the Ehrengarde Fähnrich - The Flagbearers: A Fähnrich of the Ivory Company is the lowest ranked knightly officer with command authority. They work with the Hauptmanns to lead the knights of Ivör and soldiers of the Princeps levy into battle. This rank is also bestowed upon knights of the Jonesguard, whose members carry more influence than those of the Ivöri Levy. The knights of the Jonesguard attach the Golden Pine pendant to their badges, denoting their increased authority. The standard ceremonial badge of the Fähnrich Hauptmann - Captain: The captain’s of the Ivory Company lead men of the Ivöri levy into battle. The ritters of the order work with the captain, with the Fähnrichs serving as their right hand men. The ceremonial badge of the Hauptmann The Alpenrichter - Captain of the Jonesguard: There is only one Alpenrichter, both the ceremonial and practical figurehead of the Jonesguard. Almost always a member of the eponymous house of Jones, the Alpenrichter works in conjunction with high command, leading the Jonesguard into glorious battle both home and abroad. He largely serves with equal mandate as the Oberstleutnant in matters pertaining to his Guard. The ceremonial badge of the Alpenrichter, adorned with the symbol of the Jonesguard Oberstleutnant - Lieutenant Colonel: The highest ranked field officer of the Ivöri levy, the oberstleutnants command the captains, should the need of a higher authority arise. They work directly with the Oberst, executing their will on the battlefield in all practical matters. The greatest office a battle-eager knight can strive towards. The ceremonial badge of the Oberstleutnant, adorned with the cerulean Ivöri topaz Oberst - Colonel: The highest ranking office of the Ivöri Levy, the colonels serve as members of the high command during wartime. There are typically very few colonels, sometimes only one, and their duty is to exemplify what it means to be a Knight of Ivör. As stern and imposing as they are honorable and caring, these men live for the standards of Alaric’s Creed. The ceremonial badge of the Oberst, adorned with a silver Edelwieß inlaid with a blue topaz Kommandant - Commander: Second only in might and authority to the Princeps himself, the Kommandant of the Ivory Company is the highest ranking office of the order. He holds absolute command of the strategic decisions, serving both as a moral figurehead and leader of the army. The office is almost exclusively held by the Primo Vindicta, the heir of House Keen. The ceremonial badge of the Kommandant, adorned with a golden Edelwieß inlaid with a blue topaz and crossed silver swords The Duty of a Company Soldier Every member of the Ivory Company, be it a lowly footman or an esteemed colonel, are charged with fulfilling the ideal of Alaric’s Creed. We are all equal before GOD, and must all strive to the same standards. Junior officers must therefore respect their superior officers, just as knights must nary scorn those below their station. This is what it means to be a true Ivöri soldier! IN NOMINE DEI, His Grace, Atticus Keen, Princeps of Ivoria, Knight of Ivör, Protector of the Ivöri people, Steward of Mount Vindicta, Seneschal of the Black Mountains His Excellency, Charles Reye, Minister of Domestic Affairs Ser Meili Alwegg, Oberst of the Order of the White Elephant, Knight of Ivör Any questions, concerns, or confusions may be rendered to His Excellency, the Minister of Domestic Affairs. @Jayphynph

Divine Healing of Atticus Keen, Princeps of Ivoria As witnessed by Charles A. Reye Published by Charles Reye Issued on the 10th of the Sun's Smile in the Year of our Lord 2007. A quiet evening: Charles Reye was taking a stroll along the Ivöri mountainside, as the sound of yelling and the thundering of a horse echoed through the streets. He quickly rushed toward the sound, finding a beaten and bloodied Princeps struggling to keep his footing, as a citizen ushered him into the clinic. He quickly followed after them, finding an agitated Lord Lamention attempt to mend the damage done to the Keen’s gut. A panicked relief effort As Lamention gathered supplies, Charles rinsed his hands, grabbed some clean cloth, and attempted to wipe up the abundance of blood that had gathered on Princeps Atticus Keen’s clothes. Assessing the wound with what little skill he had, Reye gritted his teeth noting that the stomach had been completely ruptured, seemingly by a spearhead. Asking Delbert (the man who had brought Keen home) what happened, he was told about the Lord’s misadventures with the chancellor of Petra. The assault had left Atticus harmed, almost to a point beyond care by the inexperienced Reye and undersupplied Lamention. The Ritterherr ushered Charles away, taking command of the healing, just as Julia, a ward of House Keen, happened upon the clinic. As Charles moved to comfort the young girl, a light, bright as the sun, briefly blinded him, followed by an intense heat upon his nape. He turned around, seeing the St. Messenger Archangel Raguel, winged and bright, stand over the pale Keen. He barely managed to utter a single word, as the heavenly creature spoke to the Princeps. A holy visitor The rest of that evening was a blur for young Reye, the only moments he remembered being the Angel warning Atticus that it was his last chance, before mending his wounds. Atticus screamed in pain, a fire gathered around the wound in his gut. Then, just as suddenly as it had appeared, the pain wore off and Charles could see the relief poured over Princep Atticus Keen’s person, akin to a river washing away the day’s dirt and grime. The Angel spoke a few more words, then disappeared in an awesome fireball. Reye, still too stunned to speak, only leaned against a table, taking his head into his bloodied hands. With the rest of the room reacting with similar disbelief, Charles found himself laughing maniacally, seemingly a subconscious response. He chuckled, thinking of his parents who were not so lucky as the Princeps. He laughed for his Knight Master and all the people he himself had hurt, for there was no Angel to stop him. After this, the still blood soaked young man returned to his mountainside stroll, looking up at the moon as it illuminated his home’s cold cliffs. Only a single word came to mind: “F***.” As he returned to his house to wash off, Reye felt an alarming and disturbing peace rush over his body. SIGNED, Charles Actius Reye, Soldier of Ivör

Matthias Keen sighed in relief; the grumpy old guy would be gone soon.

[!] The missive contained a crude drawing of Ser Oliver’s personal knightly arms: Azure, a lion rampant regardant Argent armed and langued Gules. The morning dew covered the trees around him, as Ser Oliver Reye rode on his morning patrols. The air was calm and the birds had awoken, filling the skies with an entrancing music. The knight could feel the cold air on his face, his scars brightening with flame, a feeling he had become all too familiar with; a reminder of his past and his duty to serve. With the city still asleep, he rode at daybreak through the gates of Haense to monitor the countryside and help those in need. Though mostly uneventful, the necessity of these patrols quickly showed itself as he came across a young boy, no more than 14 years of age, being beaten by a trio of ne'er-do-wells. Brandishing his sword he galloped toward the scuffle, driving the assailants away. “Are you quite alright?” he asked the young boy, helping him on his feet. The lad had bruises covering his entire person, and could scarcely speak a word for blood. Lifting him to his horse, Oliver rode back to Haense and invited the boy into his home on Lendyystriet where they slowly got to talking. “What is your name?” the knight asked, handing the boy a cup of tea and a plate of dinner. “Karl.” The reply was brief; Karl eagerly chowed down his food with a haste akin to that of a starved beast. Oliver eyed the boy, noting his disheveled features and lack of substance. “How did you come to be in such a situation, lad?” The knight started interrogating Karl, eager to learn about his past, but the boy didn’t answer until all the food was gone. “I stole their bread.” Once a reply finally came, it was as brief as ever. Karl reached out for seconds, but was halted by an inquisitive Oliver. His ice-blue eyes peered into the boy’s mind, trying to rattle out more information. Karl felt a chill overcome him, sinking down into his seat. “I couldn’t find any other food, Ser,” he said meekly. “Besides, they’re horrible; the bastards deserved it.” This answer little satisfied Oliver. “How did you come to be in such a state as to resort to common thievery?” he asked once more. Karl felt a lump in his throat sink deeper into his gut, but reluctantly answered that his parents had died, leaving him alone. “There’s little work going around for someone like me, Ser. I did what I had to do to survive.” The contempt in the boy’s voice amused Oliver. “You are a fighter, aren’t you? How about I make you an offer, eh?” Karl nodded his head in acknowledgment. “Be my squire. Ride with me, heed my every word and follow every command. In return, I shall guide you and ensure that you will never have to steal again.” It took only half a moment, before the boy eagerly accepted. With this Oliver smiled, relinquishing the dinner plate. “Now! Have you ever held a sword before?” Oliver taught the boy horseback riding, swordplay, tactics, and stewardship over the course of their two years together. The boy proved quite adept in the martial arts, and by the end his apprenticeship had become a formidable opponent for his age. On the squire’s 16th birthday, the duo were on their typical morning patrols when they ran into the very same trio that had caused their meeting two years earlier. They were in the process of assaulting and extorting a young woman, when they were hollered at by the knight. Unlike the last time the villains did not flee, for they recognised the young squire and in their blindness and thirst for blood, stood their ground. Oliver descended from his horse, and met his foes on a level ground. He ordered Karl to stay back, drawing his sword. In three swift moves he felled all three scoundrels, moving at an unreasonable pace for his age. To his dismay, however, he did not notice the dagger stuck in the gap between his armor. He fell to the ground just as the young squire slit his killer's throat. “I always thought Aaron would go first,” Oliver chuckled, realizing his situation. With a few words, the two said their goodbyes. The squire claimed a few artifacts, but buried most of the knight’s possessions with him in the woods. Somberly, but determined, he rode back to Haense. As the city awoke, they’d find a missive hammered into the notice board, its author having left through the gates. Good People of Haense, A knight known to some of you as Oliver Reye, has been slain this morning, leaving behind a memory of competence and chivalry. This is a notice of succession, as I, his squire, now take up his name and legacy. On this my 16th nameday, I shall take a new name; Charles Actius Reye. I shall carry my master’s legacy henceforth, and keep his memory kindled. May the world know the name Reye for ages to come! SIGNED Charles Actius Reye, Successor to Ser Oliver [OOC] For personal reasons, I have decided to PK Oliver Reye. He was my first character, so it is with a heavy heart that I do this, but it is the right decision. I apologize for the abruptness of this decision, and that it is conveyed through a forum post and not in-game RP, but please trust that I have my reasons. While I will no longer play as Ser Oliver, I will instead be assuming the persona of his protegé Charles, whom I have big plans for! I’d like to thank everyone who has helped and supported me on my journey so far, and for making my first experience with LoTC a pleasant one. Another thanks goes to @mojanghunter who helped me edit and format this post.

“Poor Cass…” As the people of Ivor rallied, the young Matthias found himself worrying about his friend.

AS DECREED BY THE HIGH PRIEST PUBLISHED BY HIS GRACE, ATTICUS KEEN, PRINCEPS OF IVORIA on the 15th of the Sun’s Smile in the Year of our Lord 2003. Foreword It hath long been known that the House of Keen art a people of GOD, favored and chosen in His boundless grace. From the days of their forebear, who many moons past was graced with visions divine, hath their path been illuminated. It was these sacred visions that brought unto them the might and majesty of a Grand Duchy, and with it, the strength to smite the vile darkspawn during the hallowed witch hunts of Aesterwald. In this same holy light, borne upon the bloodline of greatness—the blood of exalted champions of the Canon—we do now declare a revelation most profound: mine own son, the Lord Matthias Keen of Ivoria, hath been blessed by the Almighty with a Divine Vision. This vision, as commanded by the High Priest of the Holy Mother Church and his venerable Curia, hath been faithfully transcribed by the Scribes of Keen. It is hereby set forth to be examined and studied in the days to come, that the fullness of its sacred meaning may be revealed, as GOD's will is made manifest through the passage of time. A recounting of the vision Sat within a room in the grandeur of Mount Vindicta, seat of Ivoria, the Lord Matthias Keen did see a darkness surrounding him. Yet, as swiftly as the shadow fell, it was pierced by the radiant Light of the Seven Heavens, a brilliance unmatched and holy. Within his mind’s eye, there appeared a sprawling city, brimming with joy and populated by virtuous souls. Encircling the city, a vast field of white roses stretched to the horizon, each bloom fairer than the last. In this moment, the young Matthias Keen felt a divine ease wash over him—an ease that was swiftly disturbed by a gnawing unease at the nape of his neck. He turned, and behold, a monstrous black cloud descended upon Mount Vindicta, eclipsing the Sun and casting the city into a dreadful darkness. This foul cloud bore a thousand crimson eyes, each gaze piercing to the very soul and filling all who beheld them with dread. The great Beast within the cloud summoned forth an army of despair, its soldiers forged in the flames of Hell, flames that devoured the field of white roses and advanced mercilessly upon the city. As the horde swept forward, it spared none, striking down men, women, and children with indiscriminate cruelty. The Lord Keen, in his vision, could only bear witness, powerless to intervene. But from the highest peak of Ivoria, there came a beacon of unyielding light. Its source: a Great Knight, clad in armor of burnished gold, gleaming with the brilliance of Heaven itself. In one hand, the Knight bore a golden crozier, and in the other, a mighty longsword with a crossguard shaped as a radiant golden cross. This holy figure descended from the mountaintop, bringing forth the might of the Divine against the forces of Hell. He struck down the infernal host with righteous fury until at last, he stood before the Beast itself, its thousand eyes fixed upon him. A great and terrible duel commenced. The Knight and the Devil clashed, their battle enduring what seemed to Matthias an eternity. At last, the Knight struck a grievous blow, and with it, the Sun’s light broke through, dispelling the darkness and vanquishing the Beast. Yet, this victory came not without sacrifice, for as the Knight laid low his foe, he too surrendered his final breath. Then, as if by the hand of Providence, a century passed in but an instant. Matthias beheld a new city, grander and more glorious than the first, rising upon the purified land. The field of white roses had returned, its beauty restored, covering the scars of the battle. At the city's heart, there grew a great white Tree, sprung forth from the very ground where the Knight had fallen—a symbol of his ultimate sacrifice and the Divine grace that followed. Once more, Matthias was overcome by a holy tranquility, as if the Creator Himself had set this vision before him. And lo, the room returned to its mortal state. The young Matthias Keen found himself gasping for air, trembling with the weight of what he had seen. With haste, he rose from his bed and ran to his parents, determined to relay the sacred vision entrusted to him. Together, they quickly sought an audience with the High Priest of the Church of the Canon, that he might discern the divine message within this holy vision and guide them in its significance. IN NOMINE DEI, His Grace, Ser Atticus Keen, Princeps of Ivoria, Knight of Ivor, Protector of the Ivöri people Lord Matthias Julius Keen, Son of the Ivori Princeps

”Ave Keen!” A young child, not quite able to focus on things greater than the toys in front of him, felt a wave of passion and determination crest at his temple. Matthias Julius Keen looked up from the great battle he had manifested with his plushes, hearing two words from a source unknown. He shrugged and returned to his games.

Ser Oliver Reye, having become increasingly familiar with the Hyspian people, read the news with great joy. "I should find a present for her", he thought to himself.

Honouring a Friend Published: 4th of Sun’s Smile 1987 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 [...] 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

Mourning a Friend The Funeral of Sir Cedric Johnson Published: 4th of Harren’s Folley 1986 Sir Cedric Johnson, quartermaster of the Rhosmark, recently passed to Owyn’s garden, a shining example of chivalry and kindness. A true knight. As his successor I, on the behalf of His Highness Prince Richard II, formally invite the goodfolk of Ravenmire, and others, to attend his funeral, to be held in the cathedral of Leonustadt. I trust those who can make it will attend and pay their respects to a great man, taken from us too soon. [OOC: SATURDAY 27TH OF JULY AT 5PM EST IN RHOSMARK] Special invitations would be sent to the following: ♱ The Royal House of Stassion @mojanghunter ♱ His Royal Highness, Bo Rostova I, Sovereign of Ravenmire, and his royal pedigree @moosehunter123 ♱ Her Highness, Ramona I, Princess of Hyspia, and her royal pedigree @_mady07 ♱ His Holiness, Deunoro I, High Pontiff of the Church of the Canon @cadazio ♱ The Honourable Duke of Blackworth, Henry Arthur Haverlock, and his noble pedigree @Javert ♱ The Honourable Baron of Valcour, Pierre Langlois Dresnay, and his noble pedigree @TheOnlyTub ♱ The Honourable Baroness of Mortagne, Catherine Severa of Mortagne, and her noble pedigree @hopey ♱ The Honourable Baroness of Valognes, Judith de Valognes, and her noble pedigree @_mady07 ♱ The citizenry of the Rhosmark ♱ The citizenry of Ravenmire Personal invitations would be sent to the following: ♱ Sir Gaspard Winburgh @DeadraSlayer ♱ Io @ichigomaster98 Signed; HIS SERENE HIGHNESS, the Prince Richard Octavian, Margrave of the Rhosmark Oliver Reye Quartermaster of the Rhosmark