The funeral of Kaiser Ayreon
Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2009 2:09 pm
We are gathered here today to bury Ayreon of House Kalir, the one hundred and second Kaiser of Shireroth.
He died as he lived: quietly, but with his people foremost in his mind. With his death, he ended the civil wars between the Yardistani and Elwynnese claimants to the throne that had marred the last few reigns, foiled the Babkhan bid for control of Shireroth, and ushered in a new era of peace.
In all things he shunned pomp and ceremony. He took the royal name "the Quiet", and refused the royal number other Kaisers considered their due. He avoided the spectacle of a royal funeral in Shirekeep in favor of a quiet burial here in his ancestral home, under the rites of a religion dead for centuries but which he still held faith in. We will not disappoint him, yet a few short words must be said.
Kaiser Ayreon's line, the Andelarion family, has once again risen to prominence in Elwynn. Under their enlightened rule, the scars of the past are healing, the old forests regrowing, and the land between the rivers is happier and more fertile than ever before. Even the windswept rocks of Cape Farewell seem a little greener. Perhaps it was Fate that kept the old Kaiser above ground long enough to witness the renaissance of his homeland. Now he can go in happiness and peace to Tirbal, land of the gods, leaving no regrets behind him. Would that we can all someday say the same.
May Jestun's silvery boat guide him across the river of memory to that final shore beyond our sky. May his fate be good, as he was.
Farewell, sweet traveller, till we meet again.
He died as he lived: quietly, but with his people foremost in his mind. With his death, he ended the civil wars between the Yardistani and Elwynnese claimants to the throne that had marred the last few reigns, foiled the Babkhan bid for control of Shireroth, and ushered in a new era of peace.
In all things he shunned pomp and ceremony. He took the royal name "the Quiet", and refused the royal number other Kaisers considered their due. He avoided the spectacle of a royal funeral in Shirekeep in favor of a quiet burial here in his ancestral home, under the rites of a religion dead for centuries but which he still held faith in. We will not disappoint him, yet a few short words must be said.
Kaiser Ayreon's line, the Andelarion family, has once again risen to prominence in Elwynn. Under their enlightened rule, the scars of the past are healing, the old forests regrowing, and the land between the rivers is happier and more fertile than ever before. Even the windswept rocks of Cape Farewell seem a little greener. Perhaps it was Fate that kept the old Kaiser above ground long enough to witness the renaissance of his homeland. Now he can go in happiness and peace to Tirbal, land of the gods, leaving no regrets behind him. Would that we can all someday say the same.
May Jestun's silvery boat guide him across the river of memory to that final shore beyond our sky. May his fate be good, as he was.
Farewell, sweet traveller, till we meet again.