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Post by Admin on Apr 21, 2004 2:31:30 GMT -5
The message posted to the kingdom for all to see:
It is with much sorrow that we report that there was an explosion upon her Majesty's flagship Falcon and has been lost at sea,after many hours of search, no survivors were found , we were unable to recover any bodies. Her Majesty, Queen Caera Anne Gwynedd was among those aboard. No words can express what the Queen meant to this Kingdom,nor can this Kingdom express the love and admiration it held for her. We have not only lost our Queen,but a passionate,caring and loving woman that loved this kingdom like no other. We mourn her loss, we will miss her,but let all know,her ways and desires will not be forgotten for her beloved Welsh lands to remain free and prosper. We will stand strong,so shall her memory live!!
Signed
Princess Arianna Jade Fletcherson
Please join me in offering our condolences to their loss and to the memory of Caera Anne
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Post by Sinold Bragasson on Apr 21, 2004 2:46:49 GMT -5
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Post by Lady Edfeil on Apr 21, 2004 3:47:29 GMT -5
A second visit of mourning will have to be made soon. With quiet eyes, she looks at the black mourning gown that she had worn so recently.
She would try... to see when she could get an escort...
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Post by Dream Loxley on Apr 21, 2004 5:02:03 GMT -5
*As she reads the words...a deep frown appears upon her forehead.....her eyes lower in respect but she finds she cannot believe such a tragedy could have befallen the Queen.
Questions begin to fill her mind.....perhaps she drifed....perhaps she swam.....what of her new Husband.....her Kingdom....family and friends.
So many heartbreaking things be happening of late.....the time of year meant to be one of renewal....beginnings, nae endings. She shook her head and pondered it all for a while, trying to find some acceptance.
Nae....such bad news cannot be true. She would have to seek more knowledge, but for now...would mourn with the rest of her Home, for one very close to them all.*
((ooc for Caera's player. I was unable to post this on your boards, but wanted to wish you the best life has to offer. I was shocked to read of the role play and assumed your character would return. I have read your ooc note and now feel very sad but I do understand. If you do read this and all the other tributes I am sure will be posted...please know we will all miss you, and simply wish you well. Take care there...and thankyou for the brief role play times we did share over the years. ))
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Post by Sinold Bragasson on Apr 21, 2004 5:34:15 GMT -5
He would offer to ride with Edfeil and any of the ladies to Caerfarnon to extend his condolences to those remaining behind after the sudden departure for a better life of their Queen. New leaders would be taking over to reign her lands surely and steadily, of that Sinold had no doubt.
The whole affair left a somewhat bitter after taste in his mouth, however. Should he suddenly depart and be called by Odin, who would be looking after his Letha?
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Post by roland on Apr 21, 2004 6:03:28 GMT -5
My heart is filled with sadness at the passing of the Queen. If there is anything I may do please call upon me. If my duties permit I shall respond as quickly as an arrow. |
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Post by Halethala on Apr 21, 2004 8:59:49 GMT -5
Ahhh nooo . . not another funeral, not so soonly after the last! The poor woman, her poor kingdom . . how tragic for all those that knew her. Letha had never met her, knew almost nothing of her, but the loss of royalty always seemed more difficult to bear somehow. So many changes would shift into motion . . .
Letha would simply send her condolences along with those that traveled, and offer prayers for everyone involved. 'Twould nae be much, but often the most needed of things in times such as these.
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Post by Lady Alexandreania (Andrea) on Apr 21, 2004 13:25:24 GMT -5
Deepest and heart felt condolences are Extended to the Realm and Peoples of Caerfarnon on the Loss of Their Monarch, Queen Caera Anne and the Crew of the Falcon. May God have mercy and bless their Souls.
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Post by Admin on Apr 21, 2004 17:18:35 GMT -5
((ooc here, As mentioned in Dream's post, there be mesages from the player of Caera Anne. She has left rp and online for her own reasons and we must all honor her for such a choice. I myself, shall miss my friend both Rt and vt__))
IC
*has the flags lowered to half mast again*
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Post by Sinold Bragasson on Apr 22, 2004 2:48:53 GMT -5
((OOC: Sinold has been over to Caerfarnon yesterday and has extended his sadness about the loss of a good queen and RPer. Just trek over there and let them know they have friends here ( they know already of course) who think about them in their time of darkness))
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Post by Lady Andrea on Apr 24, 2004 20:07:19 GMT -5
Memorial services are to be held for Her Majesty, Queen Caera Anne Gwynedd of Kindgom of Caerfarnon on Sunday April 25th at 5 p.m. EDT. All are welcomed in Peace to give their respects to this Respected and Beloved Friend and Ruler. May God rest her soul.
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Post by Lady Edfeil on Apr 26, 2004 5:20:11 GMT -5
*They had been well represented. In subdued black and grey they had started the trip on a quiet sea. The sailing quiet while each just watched the water, in thoughts of their own, or quiet prayers.
At arrival, the trees had been brought to a warehouse, under the royal seal of Windstorm, so none would think of even touching them till permission was given to do so. And then they made way to the church. Lady Dream, Lady Edfeil, Lady Laurestina, Lord Dorian Hawkmoon, His Majesty King Agustin, and later, just after the official ceremony had ended, Sir Joseph.
Some had spoken, others just quietly wept or surpressed their tears as the final memorial of farewell to Queen Caera Ann had been given. After the service, quiet still, the ship had sailed back to Windstorm. For some emotions... there were no words.*
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Post by Dream Loxley on Apr 26, 2004 9:29:41 GMT -5
*It had been sad....so very sad. An evening filled with emotions, memories and thoughts of days yet to be. The people all drawn together with one purpose...to bid a friend the final farewell. She knew that within each of their hearts...they all wished it was a mistake....that she would walk into the small Church. But that was not meant to be.
One by one they stood.......each with their own words to speak..their own memories, and such was how they remembered her and finally allowed her spirit to move on. She had wished with all her heart that Caera would find peace now......
She climbed the stairs to her chambers....weary but glad she attended the service....then closed the door quietly lest she would wake any......her heart heavier, and yet hopeful for the peoples of Caernarfon.*
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Post by EmmaMasters on Apr 26, 2004 13:56:46 GMT -5
((*sniffs* me Emma was there too!))
-Huddles on the small ship, trying nae to puke anymore then I did, growling at the dog that sniffs at me toes-
GIT!!!
-I nae liken boats much, they move too much. And I cannae run when I wish te, or where I wish te...... I nae like the men on ships, they nae know where to keep their hands. And with me own as it is, the salt air making the skin itch, I feel unarmed. Just me words to keep them from me. Haendrik Stroms be a guid man me Da says, but he be one who be liken one sleeve to the other of a sturdy cassock te vile Jenrick Mortgen. Stroms and a young boy, nae older them me youngest brother man the dingy boat and I keep te meself. Huddles, me arms wrapped around me close, trying te nae show me face te much.
I wuid nae hae travelled with Stroms fer all the gold in the world. But.............shakes me head, nae understanding why in the devil's name I followed to be with the nobles of the keep. But back there in the church, listening, and hearing all the sniffing and noses blown, it reminded me of service fer me Mama. The guid father has spoken words true, aboot her gentle nature, her skills fer weaving and knitting, a guid mother...............my mother.............my puir mother......... I will nae cry again, she be happy Father said. Happier where she be now, no pain.........no fear. And she looks after me, watches me every day. Windstorm.........there be people there liken her. The men I nae like, nae a one. The king ..........he be crafty and as cunning. I nae trust him, his daughter be much more to be trusted. She be a guid lass........
The big man with the dark brooding eyes hae a big secret, his hands hae killed many, I can tell and I see the force in his eyes, and summit else..........I nae know what, but I nae wish tae know what. I will stay away from him.
Then there be M'lady Dream........she be deep, and last we spoke, she be angry at what I said. She spoke summit aboot sharing, but I hae nutting to share......... And I know that when people share..........at one point they will want ye to pay. I cannae do that.......nae more. I hae shared enough........No ........... I will nae share, it brings naught but pain and obligation
Looks around stubborn, stubborn enough to defy The Lord himself.......
No, I nae share, I hunt and sell, or I eat.....but nae share. I will make me own place to stay..........no one can take it from me, it be mine, nae anyone's nae the king.......nae me Da's, nae............any man.
-pulls the cloack closer and starts to scratch the deceivingly small scabs on the mouse of me hand, watching it bleed, hardly any green or yellow puss, and I wipe it on me cloak, keeping it clean like the other lady said.-
She be a kind lass...........nae akin the healer that wished te wash me, when I hae just washed meself in the brook. She be strange.........very strange.........
Slow me eyes close, and the sea lulls me to blisfull sleep, taking me......................back to Windstorm. -
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Post by LadyLaurestina on Apr 28, 2004 10:57:00 GMT -5
After returning to the castle after the services for Caera Anne, contemplating the afternoon’s events, the words, emotions kept well walled up in her heart.
Also, reflecting back on the thoughts about what dear Emma had said. Emma's words had brought tears to her eyes, for what the stubborn but determined lass had ventured to say were the most truthful hearth felt words she had heard all afternoon. Her concern for Emma only grew each day, as she was not sure Emma would listen to her words of advice. The stream did carry some degree of risk for human, as well as livestock. It was a known fact that manure and other raw materials flowed into it after a heavy rain, and being it was cold, it also created a false relief to feel the pain, but the hot boiled water was by far the safest, and it was just pure common sense to her. She did enjoy Emma and although she had recently caused her self to become quite perturbed by the ladies stubbornness, she did understand Emma, as there was an element that she could see in the lady that also resided in her own heart.
Although she herself had suppressed many of her own angers, she did find resourceful ways to get out her resentments, find her own freedom in small ways, such as in her painting, and her headings, and now in taking up weapons and matters regarding horses and riding off when she desired her freedom. Emma, needed her she could sense it, but would never let her know, she would fight her to the bitter end, and yet she knew that somehow she had to win over the ladies trust and show her that she too loved many of the same things. Perhaps when she seen her again, she could suggest a visit to the rivers and streams and gather watercress and help her snare some prey for supper. Just perhaps there would be a way; they could find some comfort in being friends.
She was also concerned about the trees that were still in storage, had they yet to be delivered and planter at the castle? Did Lady Edfeil forget to tell her? She needed to know that the young trees where not receiving any sun, their roots ... dug out and withering up..Waiting to die. That would bring her to a boiling point and make her break into a great frenzy. She herself would break into the warehouse and either hire a captain to take her to Castle Caerferon, or she herself would steal a sailing vessel and go by herself. She was not the same lady as of late, and was not sure what had come over her, but she definitely had a new yearning to be free, and to wander about more…. She needed something but she had no idea what was all barring her heart from doing what she pleased.
Hopeful, Emma would emerge sometime soon, so she could once again work on the arm and make sure it was not going to need amputation.
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