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The newly appointed Empress and her daughter, Princess Ashley Harrison and her husband Captain Michael Harrison, were sitting in a limo on its way to the funeral of the late Michael Feldinchii. They arrived shortly after Empress Diana's speach to the public. When they arrived, they were directed to there private rooms. Michael Harrison was already in formal wear, his formal Mercitonian ( Pyschotikan ) Military Dressing, but the Empress and her daughter were not in formal wear for this occasion. After they were all ready, they went into the Gathering room and waited to greet leaders from around the world. After everyone has been introduced to once another, the grand funeral would be held.

The Cargolifter airship, refitted for executive transport, had just touched down, and Sharina e-Mumman, the Sultan's wife, was emerging from the ship in an elaborate black and red dress. She chose it because it had both the traditional Elephanti mourning color of red, and the more commonly preffered black. Her son Hiraz was dressed in an all blach outfit with the royal crest embroidered over his heart. They would stay for the funeral, then go to supervise the troops heading to Sicily.

Ashley was the first to spot Sharina e-Mumman and Hiraz. She and her mother greeted Sharina e-Mumman as Captain Michael Harrison walked up to Hiraz and greeted him, and introduced him self. The Empress and her daughter then greeted Hiraz, as Harrison greeted Sharina e-Mumman.

OOC: After everyone from the other threa replys here, I'll start the Funeral Ceremony. After the Funeral, we can do a departing talk thing. Talk about some issues around the World ( EII Of course lol ), and then have all of our leaders/delegates go back to err leading and doing government work! lol

Emperor Thomas came to the funeral dressed in his black parade uniform, complete with saber and pistol holster. On his head he had the uniform cap. Naturally he had General Field Marshalls rank, why shouldn't he? He was after all the Commander-in-Chief for the Imperial Cottish Armed Forces. Anyway, he came to the funeral followed by his entourage save most of the aides and lowerranking officers. With him, he had

Lieutenant General Porter (army)

Brigader General Leigh (army)

Admiral Jenkins (navy)

Rear Admiral Hocksted (navy)

General Roberts (air force)

Brigader General Gord (air force)

Kari Jensen (personal aide)

Field Marshall Jake Wilson, Retired (national security advisor)

Aide #1

Aide #2

in addition to 17 bodyguards (each armed with two .50 Desert Eagles, one MP-5K 10mm SMG). So, followed by these fellows, the Emperor walked over to Empress Diana and saluted her before shaking her hand.
"I am sorry for your loss Madam. May I say that the whole of Cotland weeps with you?"

Dragon-Premier Chiisu Suun & his entourage carried themselves with typical Zhonghuan politeness, nodding to other guests and thanking any servants for their work.

Ordinarily Chiisu would have just sent a low-level bureaucrat as his representative, but the Mercetonians were much closer to NeoSuun Zhonghua than most nations, so protocol demanded that he attend in person.

Chancellor Einheit had gathered the strength to pull himself out of his death bed to attend the funeral of his late friend.

The NG-24 Personal Transport Plane landed at the airport, and the Chancellor slowly descended the stairs wearing the Chancellor's uniform of Germania, a dozen flowers in one hand.

He was followed by two members of the RS, the personal bodyguards of the Chancellor.

Einheit would pay his last respects to the former Emperor and retire to his home in Salzburg.

- N.G.

The Empress greeted the new arrivals. Three of the closest allies of Mercitonia had arrived. She greeted them all, followed by her daughter and her son-in-law.

OOC: Lame, simple, short. Lol, but the to come posts shall be interesting. Also, I think this is just about everyone...

OOC: I'll keep this one short, gotta run to tae kwon do in ten minutes.

IC: The peace talks between the Allies and the Wick were a week away, giving all parties involved time to collect themselves. Having taken fewer than thirty losses in the entire war, the Torian Dominion had little to do but prepare speeches and topics for discussion for the talks. This was looking like a boring and, more importantly, safe week. No one would die this week. This was not to be.


Emperor Michael Feldinchii was dead.

An old friend of Leon Adler's, Michael had always been an indespensible ally to the Dominion, often helping to smooth relations between the Dominion and whoever was presently being foolish enough to annoy Adler. He had been an excellent chess partner, a lover of fine wines, and the person Leon usually associated with first at those tiresome diplomatic parties. To have him gone was a heavy loss to the already tired Supreme Overlord.


Yet ironically inevitable. Being immortal himself, Leon had had to bear the loss of many a good friend. Friends who were, despite their qualities and contributions to the world, mortal. This didn't make it hurt any less, he just didn't act quite as surprised anymore.


The Thirteen were all present at the funeral, having arrived several hours previously by Leon's personal luxory plane. All of Toria's Overseers had stayed behind to keep an eye on the Dominion while the Thirteen were away, although it was normally a custom to bring an entourage of their best military personnel. With the world as it was, this was not possible. However, an honor guard of seven of Adler's personal guards were present. The Thirteen were in fine clothes, reminescent of a previous era, yet the clothes looked as if the wearers were made to wear them (This is almost true). For the occasion, there were darker shades and outfits were slightly humbler than normal. What drew the eye most were the ancient swords that hung from their waists. Not at all decorational, they had been stained with a fair amount of blood in their time. Leon held a fourteenth sword, wrapped in a fine silk cloth, cradled in his arms. This would be presented to the family as a testament to the deceased's valor in life.

OOC: More later, gotta run.

OOC: Wow, I'm almost speechless. That was a beautiful post actually, now I am in the mood to post depressed posts.

Ok, I guess I'll post the beginning of the Funeral.

IC:

The Empress found it fit to start the funeral. And old friend of her father's, also the Overlord of the Dominion, Leon Adler had just arrived. He looked depressedly ill. It made sence, he was verry good friends with her father. It must be hard being immortal some times, she wondered. She greeted Leon, and she announced to the people meeting at the gathering that they may all enter the Funeral room. They entered, and all of them were embraced with the depression filling the room. Diana and her daughter Ashley broke into tears, but Ashley's husband wasn't as depressed. He liked the " old man " he reffered to him as, but he never really had any time to talk with him. Yet, he had to be thankful that he had kept him from certain death all those years ago. That is when he started feeling a small tear exit his eye, embarassed he quickly flicked it away with his hand. He had many things on his mind, and he couldn't start to break down now. He had to return to Europe untill the peace was talked over, and he had to check on a old friend of his. He was hoping Chancellor Einheit would have news on the Gefreiter. He, along with his wife and mother-in-law, were seated as the other leaders and there guards and entourage were seated on the other side of the room. After they were all seated, the Citizens who came to pay there leader there last respects entered and sat twards the back away from the leaders and the Empress. There were Merctinonian guards everywhere. Everyone was dressed mostly in black. The Empress stepped up to the casket, freshly made from the biggest and finest and healthiest tree from Finland. She leant over and kissed her Father on his forhead for the last time, whispered her last respects and then turned to face the others attending. She motioned for Ashley and her Son-In-Law Michael to pay there last respects. Ashley did basically the same thing, had her own respects to pay. Mostly for being such a great Grandfather, and father figure when she had never met her father. Michael, his was a bit different. He just knelt forward, and looked into the dead man's face. He said little, but he found it was enough for Feldinchii to understand.

" Thanks for saving my life....I know I never repayed you much, and that I have been a bit arrogant. I thank you for thinking me a fine husband for your Grand daughter, and I will never hurt her in any way. That will be my repayment for my life. Well, thanks...old m..Mr. Feldinchii. "

With that, he joined his wife and they returned to there seats. The Empress said aloud to the rest of the crowd that they may pay there last respects, starting with the other leaders of course.

OOC: Dinner, will post more later.

OOC: That was to post forever to go. After I ate, I went to the vets with my mom to get my dog. Some bad news.....

Her ears arn't so bad, we still have to treat them and our fear of her having a bladder infection has beem proven....

The Vetrenarian who was giving my dog the treatment to her ears and stuff ( and btw, my dog is one tough ass dog....she was under heavy drugs and still faught and still felt the pain in her ear ) and she had pissed her self and he noticed blood in the unrine...and to back that out, since she has a weak bladder too ( due to old age ) she goes pee in my room, and I looked at the pee spots and they all have little pink splotches. -_-

soo, my dog's health is eroding a bit. :'(......but she is fine now, she is on antibiotics for her ears and her bladder.

OOC: Glad your dog's doing better; how old is she then?

IC:

The Dragon-Premier and his entourage made their way up to the casket, bowing their heads once they reached it. Suun led the group in a small prayer.

"Emperor, we hope that your soul finds solace. You have cast off this mortal shell and entered the realm of immortality. We pray that you are rewarded in the next life for the actions you took in the life you have just left."

Tian handed a white wreath to Suun, who placed it next to the casket before the group returned to their seats, offering their condolences to the Empress as they sat down.

OOC: she is 8 turning 9 this may

The Cottish Emperor were the next to show his final respect to the deceased president. At the coffin, he and his entourage bowed their heads in prayer for the soul of the dead man before the Emperor placed a white rose on the chest of the dead head of state, followed by the small prayer. "May our Lord the almighty God accept you, Michael Feldinchii, to Paradise. Amen."

The white rose was an ancient sign of replacing the soul with the rose. When the rose was placed, the soul of the dead could safely depart the body and accend to heaven/decend to hell, depending on his actions in life.

After placing the rose, the Emperor saluted the dead man before returning to his seat. The soul of the dead was now secured according to Cottish faith and tradition.

OOC: This'll have to end it, I gotta deal with those damn peace talks.

IC: The leaders of the various brother-nations paid their last respects to the great man that now slumbered eternally. The Torian delegates decided to go last, not out of any sort of apathy, but rather because they were lost for words. All had seen death, all had buried countless Torian soldiers, honored thousands of Torian officers, but very rarely did they bury an emperor, let alone a close friend. Leon made it a point of only keeping a handful of close friends at any time. The fewer people you bonded with closely, the less the enemy could take from you. After thousands of years of nearly endless conflict, this was an advantage.

When all had been said, though, it was clear what had to be done. Leon took great strides forward, determined to be strong for his old friend. Headed for the headstone, he began to sing softly in a language known to no mortal man. It wasn't a prayer, nor a song of remorse for regrets and deeds not done. It was a rather cheerful little song, one Leon learned in his childhood, and it remembered happier times. The chords and arpeggios defied the human ability to sing, but sing it he did. As he drew closer, he took the cloth off the fine sword that he held in his arms. Like the one at his side, the sword was not for decoration or parade. Like the one at his side, it had taken lives and shed blood. In his youth, Michael had fought side by side with Leon during the Second World War. He had fought valiantly, and lost partial use of his left arm in the fighting to save a young woman that would later become his wife. Leon had not forgotten this, although Michael may have forgotten the sword.

Mere yards from the headstone, Leon broke into a run and raised the sword in an arc above his head. For a split second, images flashed through the air that the blade cleaved, reflecting a younger, cockier Michael Feldinchii. With a cry, he plunged it straight through the headstone. Light emitted from the blade, signifying that the blade would forevermore remain there as a lasting memorial to his old friend. He fell to his knees.

The Thirteen mimicked him, falling in unison to their knees. The Supreme Overlord's personal guard followed suit fractions of an instant after the Thirteen. Quickly, the rest of those present, regardless of religion or personal feelings, fell to their knees. In quiet, mournful tones, the prayer could be heard.

Pater noster, qui es in chaelis...

The Torians joined in.

...sanctificetur nomen tuum. Adveniat regnum tuum. Fiat voluntas tua, sicut in caelo et in terra.

All Catholics present joined in, their voices in unison with the Torians.

Panem nostrum quotidianum da nobis hodie, et dimitte nobis debita nostra sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris. Et ne nos inducas in tentationem, sed libera nos a malo.

There was a pause, a veritable eternity, before the last word echoed across Creation.

Amen.

Leon Alexei Adler, Supreme Overlord of the Torian Dominion, rose to his feet, uttering these final words.

Farewell, mon ami.

The rest of the funeral blurred by as the various parties offered their condolences to the family and friends of Michael Feldinchii. Before he knew what happened, Leon was on the plane, headed for his Citadel in the Torian Dominion, where he would spend the remainder of this already unhappy week preparing for an what promised to be an unpleasant peace conference.

Now, more than ever, Leon needed his old friend. He'd have to do this alone.

OOC: I hope that does some justice to your former leader, dude.

OOC: Sorry it took me awhile to post. I checked earlier, didn't read much because I was bussy, but read more thoroughly. You all have posted quite touching things.

IC:

Diana, her daughter and her son-in-law, could rarely understand what the sword was all about. Except, Diana had faint knowledge of the sword. Her father would tell her stories when she was younger, but never has she really believed them. She thought they were storys to make himself look valiant, but now she knew they were true and she began to weep once more. Diana and Ashley retired from the field, and many of the others did the same. Michael Harrison, though, stayed. He never new that his grandfather-in-law was such a renowned man. Of course, he had been the leader of probably one of the most influential nations, but this was quite amazing. Once everyone left, except Michael Harrison of course, he reached into the pocket inside his uniform. It was a bullet. This bullet was the reason why his verry own father was dead. It had ripped through his chest, and rested inside his heart. It was something of verry great value to Harrison, and it was the only thing he had to give the deceased Emperor. The dirt resting on the casket was still loose and soft, and so Harrison pressed the bullet right infront of the headstone. With that, he said his last thank you, and turned to walk away. When he left the graveyard, someone had a letter for him. That someone was a messenger for the North Germanian army. It was of great urgency, a friend of his had been shot and killed. The verry North Germanian soldier that he had talked to before the invasion of Aequation held Poland and Germany. Apparently, on a reconnesance mission, he had been shot and killed in a wheet field in Poland. He had written a will though, before they invaded and after Michael Harrison was recalled for the funeral of Feldinchii. It stated that since he had no real immediate family anymore, nor any friends back in his home in Austria, that he was giving all of his belongings to a Captain Michael Harrison of the Pyschotikan army. The appropriate thing to do now was to fly back to North Germanian land, and attend to the funeral of his now deceased Germanian friend.

OOC:

Long story, you kind of have to read Operation: Grey Storm, the invasion of Aequatio. And NG said on aim that this would be a pretty cool thing to RP, so yea this is pretty much my exiting post. You all have made wonderful posts, and I am glad that some attended. And The Order of Reptiles, do you think we could try to extend this thing a bit more with Michael Feldinchii and Leon Alexei Adler?

OOC: Yeah, sure, no problem. The polite (and, for my part, lazy) thing to do is to ask you to start us off and suggest where you want it to go. Look me up on AIM and we can really get something going. To be honest, I pulled all that history off the top of my head, as I've never RPed with you before. Still, it seemed fitting and added a touch of sincerity, compassion, and most importantly, a personal loss to Leon's view of the funeral.

We could go back to the first time they met, in the War (WWII). Perhaps later, to Michael's wedding (to which Leon would have been the best man). Their times together playing bridge or chess, supporting each other on international political affairs, Leon's dismay at seeing another good friend grow old and weak, we could do pretty much anything. Hit me on IM and we'll get something solid.