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Funeral of Mykal Vecar, paladin of Midoran
Posted: 27 Apr 2004 06:41 PM |
It was over, finally.
She didn't cry, she already cried for his death once, not twice.
She was in the priests' lobby, looking around and writing slowly with a feather.
"To all,
The funerals of the paladin Mykal Vecar will be on this wednesday night. "
No, it was too short.
"To all who knew the Paladin Mykal Vecar,
it is with deep sorrow and sadness that we "
No, he may be dead, but there was no reason to break everyone's heart!
"To everyone who knew Mykal Vecar,
The funerals of our Paladin Mykal Vecar, dear member of the Order of Light, will take place next wednesday. It will be a time for both rememberance and celebration of life of the one we all loved and respected.
Prayers, songs and poems may follow if any
Blanche La Belle"
She sighed. Her first assignement was to make a funeral...Ironic, isn't it?
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OOC: I proudly announce Mykal's funeral where Mykal will cry like a .... I mean where you will be able to say good bye to the paladin. *wicked smile*
This will be tomorrow, at around 9:00 EST *maybe a bit more, it depends but it will be around that.*
IF there are someone who wants to attend and he can't, or the time isn't right to you, just drop something below and we may push it next week. I understand that, because I am a bit short too *whistles innocentely*
Remember, you got the power! (sorry had to say that.) |
Frodo : What are we holding on to, Sam?
Sam : That there’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo. And it’s worth fighting for.
-The Two Towers |
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Re: Funeral of Mykal Vecar, paladin of Midoran
Posted: 27 Apr 2004 11:26 PM |
Macha will be there...but she may be a bit late.
Trishy |
Trishy
Macha Sparrowsong - Song is my life
Coretta Alandar - Cleric of Midoran
Dekla Debena - whatever
Not all people who wander are lost.
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Re: Funeral of Mykal Vecar, paladin of Midoran
Posted: 28 Apr 2004 12:50 AM |
Perhaps we could postpone it until 9 EST? [EDIT: Um, (I meant 10 EST.)]
Mykal...you know, the dead one. |
Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them.
-Henry David Thoreau
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Re: Funeral of Mykal Vecar, paladin of Midoran
Posted: 28 Apr 2004 03:15 AM |
you mean 9 Cst? :P
Yes of course!
Blanche..you know, the priestess.
(lol) |
Frodo : What are we holding on to, Sam?
Sam : That there’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo. And it’s worth fighting for.
-The Two Towers |
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Re: Funeral of Mykal Vecar, paladin of Midoran
Posted: 28 Apr 2004 11:27 AM |
(need to ressurect him then)
I will attend it, or atleast try to attend it. |
Long Live the Fighters!
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Re: Funeral of Mykal Vecar, paladin of Midoran
Posted: 28 Apr 2004 12:01 PM |
| Vandle will try and make it to honor a fellow warrior of Midoran. |
I'm The Cult of Personality. |
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Re: Funeral of Mykal Vecar, paladin of Midoran
Posted: 28 Apr 2004 02:55 PM |
Vidus Khain, the newest Bishop of Midor, read the funeral announcement. "..songs and poems..." he read in disbelief. Did this priestess even know how to conduct a proper funeral? At this point, he was not certain she did.
I must attend this...service. I did not know the paladin, but I can attempt to salvage his dignity if this service is handled in any manner even approaching disrespect.
He thought back to his ordination service. He had warned the city about the danger Midor was in. But then, Midor was always in danger. It was only by the actions of the Order of Midoran, by people like this fallen Mykal Vecar, was Midor ever safe.
It occurred to Vidus that he knew little about the paladin. It would be wise for me to learn about his service, and about him, if I am to speak at his funeral. And so with noble intentions, Bishop Vidus Khain arranged for passage to the Island of Midoran, where the Academy records would tell him all he needed to know
Several days later, on the day of the funeral
Bishop Vidus Khain ignored the acolytes lined up before him. They were waiting for him to disembark the ship first, as was his right as a Bishop of Midor. But Vidus had no interest in such formalities. His mind was occupied on what he had found in the Academy records.
So he never attended the Academy, did he? The mere thought was intolerable. This man, this Mykal Vecar, claimed to be a paladin of Midoran, yet there were no records of him attending the Academy. Nor could Vidus find any record of Mykal's assignment to any division or regiment.
Only scant records could be found of the man at all! The records he could find were of Mykal's activities after he had donned the armor Midoran's Grace and walked the lands proclaiming himself a paladin. One report had him accepting a helm of a paladin from the halfling Pickston Rickticks. A fine associate for a paladin, fumed the Bishop, Perhaps this was not the first time this Mykal Vecar had received equipment from the criminal Rickticks.
Further records showed that Mykal seldom spent time in Midor. Rather, he spend much of his time gallivanting around the countryside with nonbelievers. The names Sinjin Kane and Macha Sparrowsong Her again! were mentioned often in the records. He choose to spend his time with a heritic human and a half-breed. Again, not the behavior I would expect from a paladin of Midoran.
True, Vidus did find records of Mykal defending Midor against the undead onslaught of Fri'el, however, and he served with honor. But when that battle was completed, the would-be paladin did not stay in Midor to protect it. Rather, he left, again with Macha and Sinjin in tow. The records, incomplete as they were, showed even more, much to the Bishop's distress. There was even reports of alcoholic binges and even worse! a secret love affair with the half-breed!
Enough!
The sound of crinkling paper caused Vidus to look down. The copy of the record that he had been holding was crushed in his now clenched fist. I cannot let this travesty continue he thought furiously. I must attend the funeral tonight, for the sake of Midor and the honor of the Order of Midoran.
Vidus nodded, his mind set. The funeral was only three hours away, so he would have to hurry.
I will not let this man ruin the good name of the Order. Tonight, the truth will be revealed.
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Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them.
-Henry David Thoreau
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Re: Funeral of Mykal Vecar, paladin of Midoran
Posted: 28 Apr 2004 04:00 PM |
**OOC.. ooh interesting
I will try to attend with some character or another.. just to see the fireworks
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Three sisters, born of the Sea
A sad fate t'was in store for thee
Oh Vaisha, Vahlah and Vallaesha |
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Re: Funeral of Mykal Vecar, paladin of Midoran
Posted: 28 Apr 2004 06:28 PM |
Blanche was brushing her hair with a smile. She knew all the texts she had to say, and she even wrote something. Everything was perfect. She would finally fulfilled her promess to Mykal...as sad as it was. But what was done was done, and she couldn't even do a thing about it, all she was able to do was to speak her own heart and to be herself.
Still, a doubt was in her mind...Fa...Bishop Khain. He would certainly attend the service, and then what will he do? Will he treat her like a priestess or a simple...No. She was a priestess. There was no need anymore to fear of him. Maybe he was like that just to the accolytes, after all!...No. the doubt was still there...He always looked at her like she was nothing more than an accolyte, a black sheep that believed in "false gods"...
"I do not believe in them, I only see the facts" she said to herself.
She was afraid of him. He was the only soul she just didn't like at all. She feared some, but Bishop Khain was the only one that she really, really didn't like. And that was disturbing...A Bishop of Midoran!
"Hey, nervous?"
"What!?! Oh, that's you, Arian. No...I am not."
Then why are you shaking, she thought to herself.
"You're shaking like a leaf on a windy day. That's not nice to lie" laughed softly Arian as she walked to Blanche.
"I am not nervous...well yes in a way, but not as nervous as I am afraid of what could happen."
"And...what can happen in the chapel, dear... Unless Mykal raises back from the dead with a pale face and says : AAAaaaaah..brrraaaaaiiin!"
Blanche didn't try to hold herself and laughed. She knew that Arian respected the paladin a lot, and she didn't want to hurt Mykal's memory. Quite the opposite! Arian was only speaking of things that could-not-happen. Therefore, there was nothing to worry!
"Silly!!! No...I'm not afraid of that...maybe more of what I will say..."
"You'll do just fine, Blanche! How come you can stand in front of a demon, yelling to him to go back from where he came but being afraid of a funeral...You are silly!" said Arian with a joyful tone.
"I will try my best, Arian!"
"You are the best at that, Blanche. Now hand me that brush. You have to be beautiful for this. Oh what I say! You are the most beautiful little priestess I've known AAawww! Maybe you'll find a husband and..."
"Brush, Arian, Brush."
--OOC--
It will be at 10 EST, or 9 CST just to be sure for everyone who wants to be there to be there on time :) |
Frodo : What are we holding on to, Sam?
Sam : That there’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo. And it’s worth fighting for.
-The Two Towers |
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Re: Funeral of Mykal Vecar, paladin of Midoran
Posted: 28 Apr 2004 08:11 PM |
A deep gong echoes through the halls, announcing mid day and breaking Coruva's prayers. Wearily, his eyes open, squinting as they readjust to the flickering torches surrounding the statue of Bregodim. With a grimace he stands, his knees creaking as he rises from the kneeling position he has been in since morning.
Word had reached the halls that the follower of Midoran, Mykal, was to be laid to rest this day. A name and a face Coruva knew well, though only in passing. All that had gone to Maldovia that night had paid a price, but Mykal had paid it with his life. A failed attempt to find their friend and return his soul had instead released a nightmare upon the world.
Coruva had failed Mykal then. Unable to fullfill the vow he had made to himself. He would see him laid to rest and help him find his way to his kin. He owed him that at the least. Binding the padded metal gauntlet across his scarred right hand, he grabs the worn leather satchel that has hung at his shoulder since before he can remember. His pace steady, his legs thrumming a steady beat, he moves through the Halls and into the mountains beyond. The spires of Midor his destination. |
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