The King too upset at the burial of his mentor turns to depart.
As the moment of silence ensues Holiday notices the King leave and frowns. He looks around suspiciously and then makes his announcement.
"Gentlemen, the burial will begin. Those of you who wish may now retire to the manor for dinner and then rest. Ferries have been arranged for all of you the following morning."
Alistair Yronwood - Lord of Yronwood, Warden of the Stone Way, Blood Royal
"Darkness? I was born in it...molded by it. I didn't see the light until I was already a man. By then it was nothing to me but blinding! The shadows betray you because they belong to me!"But there must always be a Darth Traya, one that holds the knowledge of betrayal. Who has been betrayed in their heart, and will betray in turn."
"You clearly don't know who you're talking to, so let me clue you in. I am not in danger, I AM the danger! A guy opens his door and gets shot and you think that of me? No. I am the one who knocks! "
OOC: Slight timewarp - this was before the end.
Sir Timothy arrives at the funeral of his Lord and Mentor. Unlike the rest, he is not dressed in armour, showing that he is not afraid of the cowards that kill from the shadows, but instead wears only a black robe, that covers him from head to foot.
"Today is indeed a sad day. England has lost some of its finest men, men who were noble and honourable, and didn't deserve to die like this. It was Earl Ramsden who made me who I am today, gave me the opportunity in life that I craved. And for that I will be eternally greatfull, and will make sure that their trust, placed in me, was not misplaced."
Antonio arrives at the funeral. Stepping of the bow of one of his smugglers' vessels, he helps ashore his sister Francesca, who at the age of just 18 lost her husband, David of York to the murderer Boghosian. She holds in her arms David's son, 1 year old, who now has no father.
Guilliam de Mordred and his honour guard depart from the funeral...
After the eulogies the four bodies in their caskets are slowly lowered into the burial sites. Large tombs are erected on the sites. Long after eveyone left Holiday was left sitting tearfully looking at his old friend's tomb. He turned and then stopped.
"Goodbye my friend...my old...old...friend."
Holiday walked away slowly, tears falling from his eyes. The tombstones read:
David of York:
Potential can be damaged but never destroyed
Edward of York:
Father, friend, brother, a man loved by all and hated by none
Henry Ramsden:
Those born great die young
Thomas Ramsden:
He loved England more then anything. He died to prove it.
A large monument was raised above the three graves:
Men who died for England. Heroes, fathers, sons, brothers in arms.
Alistair Yronwood - Lord of Yronwood, Warden of the Stone Way, Blood Royal
"Darkness? I was born in it...molded by it. I didn't see the light until I was already a man. By then it was nothing to me but blinding! The shadows betray you because they belong to me!"But there must always be a Darth Traya, one that holds the knowledge of betrayal. Who has been betrayed in their heart, and will betray in turn."
"You clearly don't know who you're talking to, so let me clue you in. I am not in danger, I AM the danger! A guy opens his door and gets shot and you think that of me? No. I am the one who knocks! "
ooc: I think you mean 4 graves
ic:
Edward watched the proceedings, read the tombstone enscriptions beofre turning slowly and walking towards the ferry, it was a dark day indeed.
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