Turn 100 The Funeral
The funeral procession marches by, headed for the mausoleum. The
obviously unattended stone room offers up a rush of stale cold air
the heavy door opens. Inside the mausoleum a fog like cloud of
rises as a result of feet disturbing the stillness. Large heavy
occupy a large amount of the space inside, adorned with cob web
trinkets and utensils, as though the dead would somehow awake and
use of these things. The light from torches gives an erie glow,
with the unsettled dust, barely illuminating the dark receses of
room. The pallbearers enter, escorted by guards as befitting the
a Lords son, followed by the party members.
Wulfgar follows the prossession into the tomb and waits quietly at
He looks around the tomb and tries to take in everything. He
and the others as they chatter hopefully outside! He pays his
and mutters a prayer to Callus to accept this boy and to send us
to where and what we should do and go.
Softly intoning (for him anyway) a funeral dirge learned from his
years, the paladin offers comfort and support to the many fallen
within the tomb, requesting Pikahl's sheltering hand to embrace
who need him, and to watch over and aid those who have not yet
realized they do. "Watch and protect, defend and inspire; duty
eternal, by thy name, Lord Pikahl." Gareth bows his head once,
symbolically, upon completing his blessing, then stands stiffly at
attention as he watches over the funeral proceedings and his
Wulfgar stands and watches as the funeral proceeds letting the
Arilyn drift across his mind the treatment of Callus by her
hand was like a burning hot poker stuck deep into his back.
up to the ceiling and wonders if Callus was paying attention it
would not be
like her to ignore treatment like that and more often than not she
react in the harshest of ways. He let a smile cross his face and
pay a tithe the next time he visited her temple.
Reggie watches the events of the funeral, keeping a close eye on
sick friend Keldar.
At the funeral, Keldar stands at the ready, watching over the
Vincas stands and watches the funeral in silence. His frequent
Keldar make it obvious that his concern is more with his friend
this solemn event.
Keldar just stands and stares at the procession. At the end, he
symbolic motion and murmers "You shall be avenged... Mansal shall
Caoimhin walks with the procession, saying nothing, his head bowed
After the funeral, you note that Orman is obviously struggling to
maintain composure and not appear upset. His fists are clenched,
eyes are glistening. The boy is interred, and the service is over.
Reynolds never attended.
The knight gently nudges Wulfgar to follow, carefully makes way
to the grieving guard, and lays a comforting hand on his far
"It is difficult to lose those close to us, much less the
Fear not; Pikahl will watch over him in the next life." Gareth
for a moment as he evaluates the guard's state, then shakes his
and watches Orman carefully as the consolation continues. "A
string of misfortune has centred around this keep; what a tragic
mistake, that Baldwin should lose his life while coming to tell us
the identity of his true father. I suppose it explains lord
absence; the guards did locate him, yes? Still, there is such a
as form and honour." A slow headshake. "Perhaps Wulfgar's
with his god will allow him to speak with the boy one last time to
confirm the name... or does a warrior as high in this keep
possess the answer?"
Wulfgar follows Gareth and listens to his little speech to Orman,
at Gareth and nods his head when it seems appropriate. "Orman I
for you, and I wish I could find out more information however I am
the boy actually knows who his real father is or I am sure he
said when I spoke to him" Wulfgar pats Orman on the shoulder. "I
have hoped Reynolds would have attended but I guess he will take a
catching now. I think it would be best if you took control of the
and arrest Reynolds on his return and get someone from the Kings
come and clear all this mess up."
Wulfgar walks out of the tomb after the service and his and
talk with Orman. He looks at the others "Okay I think maybe we
prepare to leave. Has anyone checked our supplies? If someone
that we have enough then we can ready all the horses and leave as
Gareth is ready.!" Turning he starts walking towards the stables.
Wulfgar stops at the door of the stable and looks at the group he
Reggie scrambles onto his mount.
"I don't know about the rest of you, but lets get out of this
quick before something else happens"
Reggie then urges his horse into the courtyard, waiting for the
to saddle up.
"Pah... the cowards in this town are not WORTH Mansals blessings.
go warriors, and find more worthy folk to aid!"
The gnome heads to the stables.
Wulfgar nods and heads for the stables. His head hangs low, from
of sleep and the use of much of his powers throughout the night.
sigh he enters the stables and walks to his horse. He gives it a
quickly before saddling it up.
After everyone departs the tomb, Gareth pulls Olman aside. "I am
friend Olman, what you plan to do about the situation. My company
depart by order of Reynold, and so the problem is traded onto thy
Somehow Antar spoke to the boy and told him who his true father
Antar is found guilty... who found it out, by the way? It was
quick; the day, or the day after we left. By most rights, you
would need to
know OF the problem before solving it. Something still seems
wrong to me,
but I wish to know what you will do about the situation with
Baldwin and his brothers, and the townsfolk. My conscience
demands of me
Gareth awaits the response, chats a bit w/ Olman, leaves a brief,
sealed, updated dispatch to be sent to Dragonmeyr, then heads out
stables to rejoin the party, readies and thanks Emperor, asks for
wisdom over the keep and the party, and heads everyone out and
Orman replies after listening to your questions "At this point, I
for the boys, and continue to aid in grooming them to be Lords
one day. As for Lord Reynolds, I can but continue to search for
his return, I don't have authority to defy his orders. He was
King Arion himself who apparently wanted his cousin Reynolds in
I do intend however to dispatch a carefully neutral missive to his
informing him of current events. As for Antar, M'Lord did not see
make me privy to those events other than afterward. I'm afraid I
The knight rubs the breastplate of his armour with a thumb.
for we must abide by the rules of our society. I think your
well thought out... I also have a missive for King Arion, which
weight to your report." Producing the sealed document, Gareth
passes it to
Olman. "I would suggest that both are sent immediately to ensure
are not any... complications in having them leave the keep. I
must go now;
be strong of faith and spirit, friend Olman. Pikahl watch over