[RPG] [EC] [Caligus] Eagles Reach in memory

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Cartor entered the Cathedral, a high and impressive structure, with his two 
surviving bodyguards. Unlike the other, he was not dressed in knightly suits 
for festivities as the others. He and his men were wearing heavy armour, 
heavy steel shoulder-plates covered with the fur of a bear, and on the chest 
the red lion on a orange background, the symbol of Caligus. The guests 
standing at the immediate inside of the portal of the Cathedral took a step 
back out of surprise, and the others heard the heavy sounds of the metal 
echoing through the hights of the Cathedral, and focussed on the three men.

Cartor looked around, and admired the Cathedral for a moment, he had spend 
much time in it when he was still the Duke of Domus, and found himself 
appraising what the servants have done with it for the funeral. Several 
torches and candlesticks were illuminating the huge room, bur leaving the 
ceiling untouched, as if suggesting what the unknown will yield for Eagles 
Reach. Everybody was dressed in their knightly suits and gowns, and these 
were most of the time orange to represent the colour of Caligus, the flames 
of the torches playing on the orange clothes projected the colour on every 
wall and the smoke that floated in the room. Cartor gazed at the effect, an 
odd look from an apparent rough heavy-armoured Colonel, but soon everybody 
restarted their conversations.

There were Caligeans, Perdanites, Oligarchians, Ubentians, Fontanese, 
Ibladeshians, Itoruntians, Sirionites, even Yssaria had representatives. All 
unarmed, a sight that put a smile on Cartor’s lips, “The silence is still 
present
”. In front of the altar the coffin lay, a dark-brown coffin made of 
the elm tree that stood in the Royal Palace Garden. Cartor had already 
reached the space where most of the prominent councilmembers were standing, 
a few glanced at his armour, but understood what he was stating with wearing 
it, and could neither would disagree. Only the Queen had not yet arrived, 
but Cartor knew she would not join them this evening, it seemed logical.

The talks dimmed and everybody looked expectantly to the altar when the 
first strike of the evening clock sounded. A door in the side of the 
Cathedral opened, a few metres near the place Cartor was standing, and three 
men with the banners of Caligus came into the room, it was the announcing in 
of the Queen. Cartor stood more erect and knightly out of respect, and when 
the sound of the metal was heard throughout the room, everybody did the same 
following the code of respect and honour.

The Queen made the strides forwards to reach the altar and looked into the 
room. The entire chamber was covered in pure silence, after a few seconds 
looking at the coffin, the Queen began to speak. Words floated out of her 
mouth and filled the room, not a word was lost in the vastness of it nor in 
the thick smoke it carried, and the words were lived at. Women let tears 
slip past their closed eyelids and men looked as if slapped in their faces, 
the defeat was visible in their eyes. Cartor suddenly felt a hand taking 
his, and when he turned around, he found Erica holding it, tears had covered 
her face and sparkled in the light of the dancing flames of the torches .

When the speech had ended, all the councilmembers stepped forward, and took 
hold of each one of the handles of the coffin. Soon the coffin was lifted up 
and is travelling the room towards the entrance, while it was being carried 
by a growing number of men, but the silence endured. When they had reached 
the place they needed to be, the shadow of the old elm tree fell over the 
guests, and the coffin was gently placed on the ground near a grave. 
Everyone stepped back from the coffin to create an open space, in which, one 
by one, nobles came forward for their last words.

When it was Cartor’s turn, he walked towards the coffin and looked at it. “I 
will die in your name, my friend, that is my promise. I see all these 
people, and I feel the silence, I will end it my dear friend, I will end the 
silence and let your name by spoken again.” Cartor unbuckled his dagger and 
threw it into the hole that was dug, as a sign of never-ending loyalty of a 
soldier to his general. He stepped back into the mass of people and took 
Erica by her hands, “This nothing like Dzikun.” She looked up and nodded, “I 
know, but it is you I’m worried about, please do not die, I would not 
survive the pain.” Cartor took her into his arms and held her, but he did 
not reply.

When everybody of the guests had said there last words, the coffin was 
lifted up again and dropped gently into the grave, upon the many daggers 
that lay on the soil. When the diggers began to fill the hole, people began 
to leave. A beautiful shrine was standing twenty metres from the grave to be 
placed upon it, a memory for Eagles Reach.

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