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Region: Lazarus

Dernel wrote:You see, i prefer drinking the blood of your northern allies from their skulls. I have class.

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Loftegen 3 wrote:On a bright and sunny day, in the Ysanny cemetary of Altenburg, James Ysar was laid to rest. As his casket was lowered into the ground, jets flew overhead. By tradition, he was laid in the earth with his head toward Ys, the spiritual center of the Ysanny faith. Also by tradition, his family gathered about his head, his daughters(literal and figurative) weeping, while his sons (likewise) beat their chests with grief. On either side stood his friends, comrades of many years, allies, compatriots. At his feet stood Her, alone, silent, in the place for strangers.

When the service was over the priest addressed the Lady and said, "Lady, do you wish to add to his eulogy?"

Lady Zaharrah sniffed. "He once told me, 'There was a door,'" she said. "He dared to mock me..." She took up a handful of earth, and cast it on the coffin in the grave below. "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, we will meet again my friend, I have faith." She collapsed to her knees, and prostrated herself before his grave. As did all others around: for he had been a great man.

The Emperor of Cianlandia, Kial'Dir IV, sends his respects to the allied nation of Loftegen in their hour of mourning. As is traditional in Cianlandia when an important and friendly foreigner dies, the Capital of Natcht lits vacant funeral pyres.

Demonos, Cossack Peoples, Dernel, and Loftegen 3

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