Global Story Update - "The Jarl's Funeral Procession"
Dec 1, 2014 21:21:22 GMT -8
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Post by AK_Brickster on Dec 1, 2014 21:21:22 GMT -8
The Garhim caravan trudged solemnly into Mikithdar, the surviving solders pulling carts of fallen soldiers behind them, returning their fallen brothers home for proper burial next to the graves of their ancestors. Pyres of mourning poured billowing columns of black smoke into the icy winter air. The wails of wives, mothers and children echoed from the mountains in sorrow, the news of their fallen husbands, sons, and fathers having reached them ahead of the procession. As well, the Jarl's fall on the battlefield was fresh in the minds of the entire country. Being loyal to the core, the loss of their leader weighed heavily on their morale.
The train of carnage from the battle of Maldrake's fortress continued on to the city center, a large covered litter being carried by eight sturdy Garhims leading the procession, bearing the Jarl to the royal palace.
A large group of spectators gathered around the city square, anxious for some sort of announcement regarding the nation's new leadership. The procession ground to a halt, and the litter bearers carefully set their cargo down on the ground. Two ornately-armored guards moved to the side of the litter, and to everyone's surprise, placed a set of stairs next to it, and a third guard produced a shaft from below his cape. The crowd gasped in astonishment as the curtain of the litter was thrown back, and a tall, noble figure, immediately recognizable, limped carefully but confidently down the stairs, begrudgingly accepting the staff, then brushing aside any attempts at additional aid by the accompanying guards.
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"Reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated!" boomed the deep voice of Jhirian Eindrick, to which the crowd responded with a deafaning roar of jubilation! The Jarl was alive!!
"Long live the Jarl!" the cries rang out, and it seemed that for a few moments some of the sorrows were forgotten with the knowledge that things would be alright once again in the northern realm.
The train of carnage from the battle of Maldrake's fortress continued on to the city center, a large covered litter being carried by eight sturdy Garhims leading the procession, bearing the Jarl to the royal palace.
A large group of spectators gathered around the city square, anxious for some sort of announcement regarding the nation's new leadership. The procession ground to a halt, and the litter bearers carefully set their cargo down on the ground. Two ornately-armored guards moved to the side of the litter, and to everyone's surprise, placed a set of stairs next to it, and a third guard produced a shaft from below his cape. The crowd gasped in astonishment as the curtain of the litter was thrown back, and a tall, noble figure, immediately recognizable, limped carefully but confidently down the stairs, begrudgingly accepting the staff, then brushing aside any attempts at additional aid by the accompanying guards.
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"Reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated!" boomed the deep voice of Jhirian Eindrick, to which the crowd responded with a deafaning roar of jubilation! The Jarl was alive!!
"Long live the Jarl!" the cries rang out, and it seemed that for a few moments some of the sorrows were forgotten with the knowledge that things would be alright once again in the northern realm.