Vici Family/Gregory

Gregory

Official Titles Held

Royal Treasurer of Old Grehk

King of Old Grehk

Royal Treasurer of Bara K'hur

Elder of the Beluaterran Alliance, responsible for the closure of several daimon portals

His death & memorial

Roleplay from Mikha Tyr-Sog

Message sent to All nobles of Old Grehk

Mikha looked at the door in front of him. It was inside of the Temple door of the Order of the Golden Feather in Ossmat. He could barely stand, yet he had to stand. Mikha walked slowly closer to the door, leaning on the axe in both of his hands. An local priests of the temple of Ossmat stood behind Mikha, ready to keep him on his feet. Mikha saw him looking to him and as the priest stepped towards Mikha, Mikha said: No, I need to stand on my own. The Bloodeagle will lend me his strength The priest stepped back and bowed before Mikha. Then Mikha turned around, prayed quickly to the Bloodeagle to grand him strength and Mikha walked towards the doors. Two novices opened the doors before him as Mikha approached. As Mikha stepped outside he saw a large mass of people in front of the Temple. He saw many familiar faces, many of there followers where wounded. He saw a few of the people who saved him last day from evil worshippers. Mikha thought to himself, these are dark times indeed. Then he saw other familiar faces, Sister Skye stood behind Mikha on the steps before the Temple. Mikha walked to the middle of the mass of people on the market square. The funeral ceremony would be held on the square as there where to many people to fit in the temple. It was a nice morning. The sun was shining not to brightly, but the day promised to become a clear one. The morning fog just passed away from the streets of Ossmat ad Mikha started to speak to the people: We have gathered here today to honour a man. A man, who was noble in every part. A man, who fought against the daimons. A man, who followed our path until the end. We honour him for what he is and for what he had become. He fought for Old Grehk in times we needed a King the most. His life, he willingly gave to mankind, is a sacrifice we shall not forget. There are many among us, even here, who do not follow the path of mankind. Those people rather enrich themselves by becoming daimon lapdogs. Those people are worth less then the dirt they sit in. Lucky this man, who we honour this day, is no such man. What ever the rumours say, whatever the world may think. We know that he is a hero. A man of great deeds. Let his name be remembered, let his name shout through the lands, as he was a hero. A hero for Old Grehk. He fought for us, he defended us, he even sacrificed himself for us. Let many follow his example, for that is glory in it’s purest form. As Mikha spoke the last words he heard the people shout the name of Gregory Vici. It was a roaring sound all in Ossmat could hear. Mikha looked up as he felt the pain return to his body. As he had spoken the pain was gone, as if the Bloodeagle had taken it away. Mikha prayed to himself: Please, a little more, just a little more and it is done Then Mikha saw a eagle fly over Ossmat and he knew it would be all right. He gave the sign for the young boy to walk in. The young boy held a torch in his hand. As the young boy walked towards Mikha, a group of priests and guards of the Order of the Golden Feather quickly brought in piles of wood. The wood was placed on a large pile in the middle of the group of people. Mikha said to the boy: When I say throw, then you throw in the torch on the wood, ok The young boy nodded. Mikha turned back to the people and spoke: As in the past the path was show to us by the funeral brought to us by Silver Feather Silverhawk we burn the body. The soul returns to the Golden Dragon where it shall be judged. In the past the great funeral of the Beacon of Hope was a signal of hope to us all. Now let this fire, this funeral, be a signal of honour. Mankind honours those who have fallen for us. We live, as they brought us live. They have taken the blows for us, they have defended us. They earn our respect and let it be known, we shall protect there honour. We will stand united, united as mankind. For the Glory of the Golden Dragon! As Mikha spoke he feld the pain return quickly. With his last breath he said to the young boy: Th.r…o..www After that Mikha passed out, the pain was to much.

Mikha Tyr-Sog (Priest of The Order of the Golden Feather)

Roleplay from Gummie Dacara

Message sent to everyone in "The Order of the Golden Feather"

Gummie was notified by novices that the burial of Gregory Vici would be today. Unfortunatly he couldn't be there to witness it, like he hoped. Gregory was his best friend when Gummie stayed in Old Grehk. He was a good King and a good diplomat, even when Gummie was on the throne. They lost contact last months. He could not yet believe he was gone...Such a brave man. With tears in his eyes Gummie started to write a letter to the ones leading his burial. Dear nobles, Dear followers of The Order, Dear friends... As much I wanted to be there, right there with you, my duty here in the north couldn't let me go. Sir Gregory was a man who believed. A brave man and a very good friend. We can all take example of his life. May the spirit of the Golden Dragon be with you. Signed, Iron Feather of The Order of the Golden Feather,

Gummie Dacara (General of Thalmarkin)