Pride of Leandra/Burial of a King

A King Has Fallen

After finally succumbing the the ailments of being killed in battle, King Kay of Perdan was laid to rest forever in the region of Brive.

Roleplay from Raine Gildre

Raine stood in front of the temple in Brive, facing the gather of nobility who had come to attend the burial of their king. Past the temple grounds was another mass of minor nobility and commoners who had arrived to show their respect. She took a breath and looked up. "It is impossible to conjure the right words at at time such as this. King Kay has had a profound impact on the lives of all of us, in very different ways. A difficult road lies before us, but King Kay has given Perdan the tools necessary to travel that road through his character, honour, and intelligence." She cleared her throat and continued, "King Kay was a true warrior, in every essence of the word. He was a religious man, serving Leandra and seeking the highest forms of honour and chivalry. He was a dedicated realm member. We should try to take the traits we idolized and employ them in our own lives." "I offer a moment of silence, at this moment, for our fallen comrade." Raine bowed her head and waited. After she looked up, she said, "Before we commence with the burial, I would like to open the floor to anyone who would like to say a few words in honour of our King."

Raine Gildre

Roleplay from Delphine de Montigny

Delphine stood amongst the throng of nobles and commoners that had traveled this day to pay their final respects to a King that defined Perdan and what it was to be a noble, a knight and follower of Leandra within this great realm. This was a great loss, but King Kays Perdan would live on. "Before we commence with the burial, I would like to open the floor to anyone who would like to say a few words in honour of our King." - Raine Gildre Delphine waited for her turn and walked up to the alter, she took a dep breath, making sure to stay composed and not let the emotions get the better of her on this day of celebration for one of the greatest men she ever had the chance to meet. "I need not give words to describe how great a man King Kay was, Perdan as it stands today speaks for itself, the embodiments of a life's work of a man that gave everything for the people he loved. I am sad to say that I did not get the chance to spend as much time as I would have liked with Kay, but the times I did will stay with me for the rest of my life. He took a chance with me as a young knight, to help lead his army, the Blackmane Paladins. He gave me advice that lead to me becoming Margravine of Mulhouse and Marshal of the Paladins. There was lots to learn from him, and I will cherish every word. He was always willing to listen to what I had to say, he once told me the fire that burns inside me reminded him a lot of himself when he was a young knight and told me to never let it die out. The final lesson he thought me was humility, and how to take responsibility for my actions and work to make things better. His dying wish for me was to make amends with Midnight, his most precious cat. To take care of him and rebuild that trust, and ask forgiveness for dousing the poor thing in wine that one time. The last words he left for me was "Perdan First". All King Kay ever wanted, is for every knight in his realm to follow those simple words. To make sure the big picture is what is important, and with that his legacy will live on forever. Thank you Kay Peregine, you may rest in peace, may Leandra look after you now, and we will look after Perdan for you." Delphine blew a kiss to the sky, a single tear rolled off her cheek. She returned to where she had been standing, still thinking back at the fine man King Kay had been. The true father of Perdan, to every one of it's people.

Delphine de Montigny

Roleplay from Isana Everlight

“Thank you Kay Peregine, you may rest in peace, may Leandra look after you now, and we will look after Perdan for you." Isana waited a few breaths after Delphine to see if anyone else would stand. Alyssa was motionless. The massed mourners were silent, their stillness immense and deafening as the crashing surf before a hurricane. The only movement was a raven that took wing some distance away. The dark-haired knight looked to Priestess Raine and made eye contact. A nod given, Isana stood and took a single step forward. “Lions!” she called, quietly but firm. “I am yet young in the history of this great realm. There are ages past that many of you have seen, that I have not. In the Perdan I have come to know, the only King has been Kay Peregrine: I know no other ruler of this place.” She turned slightly to look over more of the crowd. “Under his reign we have become something greater than ourselves. A realm of dutiful people who fight hard, work hard, and celebrate together. This feat of unity required all of us. But it needed direction and leadership as well, a Lion at the helm, and for that, I think we have to credit him greatly.” Isana paused and let her words’ echo fade in the crowd. “Thank you, King Kay Peregrine, for being an inspiring and charismatic leader, a tutor, and instrumental in creating this place that I am proud to call home.” She turned back to the regally-dressed casket, and addressed it more quietly. “Thank you, your Majesty. You will never be forgotten, so long as I live. Rest easy and be at peace.” She hung her head for a moment, then nodded at Raine once more and stepped back in the roaring silence.

Isana Everlight

Roleplay from Apollyon Daubeny

Apollyon stood and sighed he wore his new armour though he forwent the helmet, he replaced his white tabard and cloak with unmarked black for mourning “King Kay was a good man, a finer king Perdan could not ask for.” Apollyon couldn’t help feel the hurt in his heart, another fallen star, another reason to hope for something better gone. He felt awkward, he was never good at funeral’s, he sighed “I fear I do not have the words to describe what he meant to me, what he meant to this realm, I know others could vocalise it far better, so as I do not know how to do it other wise, I shall sing a song, I wrote it, it was to be my gift to the King, I pray it is sufficient enough or a statement” Apollyon breathed in and began, his voice calm and sorrowful, hot tears rolled down his cheeks. “The Dawn has set, upon our home, light passes from this realm.” Apollyon continued “The Long War is done, rest now my king, your fight is done, the war is won, you can sleep in peace.” Apollyon took a breath “In life, in death, in love and hate, you lead us through the Storm, you fell, you rised, an angel of her love, the Lions roar resounded north, the elven kings did weep.” Apollyon continued, pushing through the rising emotion in his heart “The time has come, to rest, my lord, is cubs will care for our, you needn’t worry nor fight again, be at peace with her now.” Apollyon felt himself almost choke but he couldn’t stop he had to finish “When you’re cold and the sun has set, know we will never forget, the sun will rise again and we will not forget.” Apollyon finished, he feared he made a fool of himself but it mattered not, he made his thoughts known. He sat back down and closed his eyes, letting the tears fall freely.

Apollyon Daubeny

Roleplay from Lucius Poe

Lucius had decided to wear his newly commissioned armour. Pitch Black, he thought it fitting noting the occasion. He wore a ceremonial robe over the top of it with his Seneschal pin placed on the right hand side. He had his hair cut short and was clean shaven. He looked like an entirely new man, a far cry from the gaunt lord seen stumbling down the alleys of Perdan. Lucius sat and watched as Sir Apollyon Daubeny spoke, he tried his best to hold back tears but it was impossible. Such beautiful words. In times past this may have broken Lucius but he had been through enough recently that his resolve was unbreakable. He had fell and fell some more that the only thing left to do was...rise. It was his time to speak. "When the king fell in Brive. I believe that was the day we lost Kay. The man died...but everything he represented lived on." Lucius began. "What came back wasn't our King. It was a symbol. The man was lost but he became so much more. He was the physical embodiment of our realm, the heart of a lion that was too prideful to die" he continued trying his best to keep it together. "We are lucky to know Kay, lucky to share a life with him and lucky he's left us with so much to be hopeful for". Lucius removed the golden Seneschal pin from his chest. "Kay trusted me enough to be his Seneschal. He had faith that even in my broken state that i would know how to be fair and just even if my heart was filled with sadness and uncertainty. An honour i will never forgot and a duty that has meant the world to me". He spoke as he held the pin in his hands. He looked like he was about to say more but stopped. Lucius turned to say one last goodbye before taking his seat once again. "Kill for the living..Kill for the dead. I will see you again old friend" he finished, finally letting the tears through.

Lucius Poe

Roleplay from Smiddich Fontaine

The not-yet-King, Duke Smiddich Fontaine, attended the funeral in somber blacks and grays; a rugged furred cloak of some magnificent beast, heavy boots and a scowl. He was attended by Lady Aila, the slim blond in mourning black, a veiled hat covering her eyes and a kerchief clutched in her hand. She stayed close to the Duke, who offered his arm to cling to as they watched over the casket and the assembled nobles. When it was time for him to speak, the Black bladed Duke took the podium and lingered there for a moment composing himself. "King Kay Peregrine, and I", he started, "... we were not exactly friends. I should suppose I would liken us more to brothers, or business partners. There was a mutual trust, and a respect given and received, but we each had our own jobs and we did them. That was the damndest thing about Kay. When he trusted you, you were in. He gave you the leeway and the latitude to do your job and you did it because it made him proud. I've have done anything to make him proud of me." The Duke shuffles a bit and clears his throat, "King Kay was a modest man; he never took to a castle or a keep himself, never took expensive trips or bought fancy boats!" A ripple of muted laughter travels through the throng. "Everything he had, everything he did, was for our nation. Where we were once the smallest nation, now we are the largest. Where we were the most beset, now we have liberty; this was Kay's gift to each and every one of us." He stands to his full height, "Kay and I may not have been friends, but I loved him, and respected him, and shall miss him dearly." The Dukes features contort as if he is fighting back tears as he utters, "He is in Leandras arms, now."

Smiddich Fontaine

Roleplay from Ulric Hawk

Ulric Hawk stood before the temple in Brive. He wore all black, the somber tone of the day reflected in every ones actions, every ones faces. He listened to the Priestess speak, and then she opened the floor up for others to speak. Ulric listened as each Knight said their peace about the former King. They were all impactful, showing the affect this man had on so many lives. Ulric was there the day he first died, right here in Brive. While his resurrection was a miracle at the time, perhaps now Ulric was realizing it was a curse. How awful it must be, to finally greet death, to have it taken away from you. To finally be at peace in this world, to let the darkness take over, or perhaps even to Leandra, and then you are brought back to this world, this hell. He passed on saying anything. Ulric was not much of a public speaker, perhaps before battles, but these settings always made him uncomfortable. The truth also was while he respected the King, and would gladly have laid down his life for him, Ulric was not close with him. They did not share the bond that so many others did. Outside of professional meetings in the chamber, and discussing plans and strategies, Ulric never had a personal relationship with the King. He was fine with that, it was a boundary he was not comfortable crossing. He was a loyal servant to the crown, and it was not his place to share a drink with the King of Perdan. Ulric kept his head low, letting the days sadness wash over him.

Ulric Hawk

Roleplay

Roleplay from Dustiria Noire

Dustiria stood next to Kenneth. Her customary purple gambeson had a long black sash across her chest diagonally to show her respect for the king. Her eyes as always scanned the area mostly focused on those around Alyssa. This time of peace combined with the loss of their king made her more edgey. What better time to do an assassination? Throngs of people . Knights relaxed. Her face course showed no emotion. It almost never did when she was on duty. She approaches to speak. "A lot of you may not know me. I am mostly the shadow behind the Imperatrix in meetings, in marches and more. That is due to the magnificent man we say goodbye to today. When a bedraggled young woman walked to Perdan , with nothing but herself, others questions her motives, and thought her a spy. Perdan was not the friendly place it has become yet. It was on its way but an enemy coming across caused a stir of mistrust. Not from king Kay! " Her voice rings out with passion only Kenneth has seen. 'He reached out with kindness. Found the young woman was tired of fighting for faceless nobles that never spoke, of repeatedly losing all her men and lying wounded just to receive more faceless orders and nothing more. She wanted , may needed a purpose a reason to fight. He also learned she was from Bescanon. Her family remembered being part of Perdan. She dreamed of a time it would be Perdan again. So what did King Kay do. He comforted he showed her Perdan was worth fighting for. When a another young woman was thrust into being Imperatrix he worried it would be too much for her our king made me her sworn sword to protect her from without and within her own self. That was King Kay. A father figure to most young knights of Perdan. He saw more than the big picture he saw each of us. He cared about us all. No one celebrated more with me when I took my steps into my freed family home. For he remembered everything and asked how my family was even in time of great celebration he remembered. I shall miss him, his guidance, his compassion. He is with Leandra now. Fly on my king. Fly on" One tear falls and a black gauntlet covered hand wipes it away as she regains her composure. She rejoins Sir Kenneth. Back ramrod straight she scans the gathering once more.

Dustiria Noire