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(ORP) Royal Parade & Coronation of King Cullan Holifard

Annesolenn.wolback
Lost in the big crowd, Chambellan Anne-Solenn and Vice Chambellan Maewenn, were trying to find their way to the place where Anne-Solenn's friends were supposed to meet them. Their voyage from Kastel Paol had been horrendous, stormy winds and icy rains had them stay in their stuffy cabin, then the journey from Chard to London had not been any better. They'd had to stop at a wayside inn, because of a horse's loosing a shoe. The food had been disgusting and their beds had been infested with flees.

They'd got to London quite exhausted and very bad-tempered. But now, after two days in a very nice establishment, where the food and the beds where what food and beds should always be, they were anxious to take part in the festivities.

The noise was deafening, the parade was in full swing, there were dragons, horsemen and women, Anne-Solenn half regretted leaving their carriage. Finally, they made their way through the crowd and found a spot where they could see their friends coming and watch the parade at the same time. She chuckled and whispered to Maewenn:


Restons là, nous pourrons voir le défilé et mes amis pourront nous voir aussi... et au moins nous ne risquon pas d'être écrasées!**

** Let's stay here, we'll be able to watch the parade and if my friends come, they'll be able to see us... and at least we won't get crushed!

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Micjo
Mic chuckled every time Sibi let out a squeal of excitement or delight. A parade was meant for a six year old!! He had to admit it was an exciting event to watch himself. Sibi loved the horses, and practically jumped off his shoulders with every new rider.

Swini whispered in his ear...Try not to overexcite her too much, or you both will fall like a house of cards

He laughed and replied...

I'm not doing anything to overexcite her...she is this way all on her own!!..he chuckled

Just then he heard Sibi squeal out.. A Dragooon – I see a big dragoon

Mic laughed at her level of energy and excitement. He watched the dragon as it approached and saw it spewing golden liquid from it's mouth.

He leaned over and whispered into Swini's ear...I'm glad that golden liquid is coming from the mouth, and not the other end...he laughed.
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For my Little Lamb / Baron of Shermanbury / Owner Dirty McFlirty's Tavern / REN
Cornishbluebird
*I made my way to the steps of Westminster Abbey, my lovely wife, Kristin, was just behind me holding onto my hand so she didn't lose sight of me. The crowds were vast, all the peasantry had turned out in force to see the soon to be King make his way to his investiture and impending nuptials..*

"Stay close my love, we don't have far to go"

*i could see the rising towers of the Abbey in the near distance..*

"Look there is the Abbey"

*under my arm, i was carrying my barrel of Ale, no way could i forget that for such an event*
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courtesy of Claire Blackburn

Head of Godolphin Family | Former Clarenceux of Arms, CoH | Former Mayor of Salisbury | Current Town Planner of Salisbury
Kalens
Kalens watched, his merriment growing as the parade wound it way getting closer and closer to the cathedral. His face beamed with a smile.. it was good to see the people so happy.
Leaning up against a wall in the shade wasn't an option anymore and he went to take his place to witness the nuptials... then to duck inside to ready himself for the coronation proper.
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Baronet and Deacon of Lichfield, Lord of Caverswall and Greystoke,Royal Emissary, Prinz ob Prusse exsulo
Aldea
Aldea and Nigel had travelled up to London the night before and after a good nights sleep she rose early and crept over to her daughter Ashleigh who lay on a small bed at the foot of theirs at the Inn.

Aldea had persuaded Nigel that it would be a good idea to bring their eldest daughter along especially as she had met Cullan on a few occasions. Their three other children stayed at home and were being looked after by their nanny, with a lot of moaning and groaning saying it was unfair that they weren't going. After a lot of explanations saying it was going to be a long day and that they wouldn't find it that interesting and Matty saying that she had a special treat in store for them they finally accepted that it would be more exciting being home.

When told that she was coming Ashleigh jumped up and down with excitement and then promptly took hours to choose a dress that she would wear on the special day. Aldea was glad that she had chosen one of her newest dresses that her Aunt Joli had made for her.
As for herself Aldea too took an age choosing a dress but decided on the turquoise one which had been a gift from Nigel and was his favourite and it was rather regal and would fit the occasion.

Some time later they arrived outside the Abbey, and Aldea searched the many faces that were gathered there spying Micjo and waved hoping he would see her.

Clinging onto Nigel's arm and holding tightly her daughter's hand they ascended the steps.....
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Baroness of West Grinstead. My family are my life. Nothing else matters.
Drestakil
Drestakil handed his horse off to the livery and made his way to the Abbey. How many times had he made this trip? This had to be the third or fourth time, but why count? He chuckled to himself and made his way up the steps, letting himself be carried along with the crowd.

Hmmm...was that Cornish and Kristin ahead of him? How many people that he knew would carry their own ale with them?
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Ashleigh
"Mama, Mama, look at all those horses don't they look magnificent, they are all decked out in colourful blanket type things. Oh look! their manes are braided too. I have never seen that before."

I gaze around and notice that everyone were in their bestest finery. I look down at my dress smoothing out the creases hoping that I looked as good. I had slept with rags in my hair ALL night , what a bind that was! But I suppose it was worth it as my hair was nice and curly and not my usual straight style. I held my head up high and stood proud as Mama had taught me and stood quietly by my parents side, taking in all the sights and sounds and yes even the smell of the horses, of course I am used to that, but I couldn't help but wrinkle my nose. I am glad that Daddy has started to teach me to ride.

I whispered to Daddy, "When will we see the King? Fancy Cullan becoming King, it is wonderful!"

Goodness we are going in! I held on tight to Mama's hand, I didn't want to miss ANYTHING! I am so excited!

Pennblade
Alfred tapped his staff faster, gathering the thundering of the hooves slamming into the ground. He backed up, and let the quarterstaff slide down his hand. He charged forward, quarterstaff lifted like a lance under his armpit.

“The brave knight charged into battle!” He shouted. “His speed was building as the distance between him and the dragon came ever closer! There was a great clash as the two collided! In the end, the dragon had suffered a nasty wound and fell to the ground.” Cheers erupted, and Alfred lowered his hands. They thought he was done? What kind of storyteller would he be if he didn't explain when the dragon died?

“People! The dragon still lived!” Alfred shouted. The people seemed to quiet down in shock. “Saint George realized this fact and turned to the princess, 'Dear lady, give me your girdle!' The princess did as she was asked, and Saint George rung it around the dragon's neck.

“Saint George and the princess returned to Silene with the dragon in tow, following the princess like a domesticated dog. The townsfolk shied away in fear as the two came forward. Saint George called to them, saying 'By the power of the High One, this day I have won! See your mighty enemy, beaten and brought low. Give your love to the High One and I will deal the final blow!'

“The people did as they were asked, and Saint George drew his weapon, the mighty Ascalon and dealt the dragon it's killing strike.”

Alfred stood quietly for a moment. He raised his quarterstaff, pointing out. “Where the dragon was slain in Silene, the king built a church to honor the Lord. It is said, that if you were to visit this church to this day, that a fountain inside the church will cure you of any ill.”

“Thank you for allowing me to tell my tale! Enjoy the rest of the parade!” Alfred shouted. He clapped as well, thanking the audience for their participation.
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Created by Bellacamy; Storyteller Magna of Winter 1462. Bartender of the Blue Hat.
Taarna
Daisydread wrote:
Daisy piped up after Taarna with a lopsided smirk, "Or perhaps this is simply the King's cunning way of calling his future wife a "Dragon" without actually saying it to her face!" She snorted and fell silent again. The implications involving the subduing and slaying of said dragon, well... she wouldn't touch with a 10-foot-lance.


Taarna looked at Daisy, wide-eyed, and tried to suppress a giggle. She had, after all, promised that there would be no giggling today. A sideways glance at Princess Aggnes gave her a clue that this was not out of the norm for the dark-haired girl....who, she believed, was the King's daughter...so she certainly could understand a wee jab. Or who knew? Perhaps the entire family simply had a wicked sense of humour; Taarna had seen quite a bit of it over the past few days, and thought that if Aggnes was going to be the Queen, then they were both well-matched in that area.

Tsk-ing to herself, she continued waving at the people as the wagon slowly rolled along the bumpy road toward the Abby. She thought she saw Chancellor Vigfast up ahead - could it be? - drenched in ale from the Sussex dragon. Ha ha! Well, it certainly looked like him. She waved toward him, hoping that he might see her. Hopefully he did. Taarna heard that Vigfast had brought his betrothed with him to England, and she was hoping to have a chance to meet the lucky woman, and visit with them both.

"Look, Kazzia," she said loudly, over the din of the crowd, "I think there is Chancellor Vigfast - do you remember him from the Embassy International Winter Ball? Let's wave and make him feel welcome!"
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~CoH~Westmorland County Council Spokesperson~Holywell Mentor~
Maria_madalena
Abruptly, Eumelia grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the massive crowd. Madalena felt confused but followed the young woman, although she exchanged a few puzzled looks with the clergyman and mayor of Chard, Dunpeal de Avis. It was very difficult to move through the horde and Madalena collided with several strangers along the way. She definitely was not accustomed to such confusion. To further increase her distress, the sound of trumpets echoed throughout the courtyard, announcing the beginning of the parade.

Fortunately, they reached the small group of Templar Knights and Madalena recognized and greeted Melponema, an acquainted from Chard.
"It's so good to see you here, Mel." She smiled and saluted the other knights.

Smiling, Madalena watched as Eumelia raised the Templar's flag. The young woman looked so happy and proud, the delicate cloth ondulating above her head. Madalena grinned and told Father Dunpeal,
"It is such a beautiful display!" She pointed towards the Templar Knights and grinned, "I'm so happy to be here, Father Dunpeal!" She said, really excited.
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Tahsa
Amethise wrote:

Amethise smiled when Tahsa appeared beside her. "Oh, excellent!" she grinned, as the baskets of shortbread were revealed. "So pretty, too! Thank you, I will hand these out -- and I may even keep one for myself!" She winked mischievously and chuckled, waving as Tahsa returned to her side of the wagon. Amethise had had a niggling feeling that she had forgotten something, in the last-minute rush of their arrival and finding their place in the parade, then all the excitement of getting under way. While planning the dragon, they had talked about handing out some sort of small treats along the route, and thankfully, Tahsa had clearly come well prepared!

She reached in behind the fluttering Mercian banners, took one of the baskets that was safely stowed away inside, hooked it over one arm and began to toss shortbread into eager, outstretched hands as she walked along -- while somehow still deftly managing to keep her skirt hem out of the dust. Weavers were dextrous…

The sweet, soothing fragrance of lavender drifted up from the basket, bringing with it a refreshing sense of calmness, even here, amongst all the chattering crowds, snatches of various music, the clatter of hooves and rumble of wheels over the cobbles. Looking down, she noticed a small, whole sprig of lavender at the bottom of the basket; she smiled and tucked it into her belt, as a reminder that it was possible to remain still and centred, even in the midst of all the merriment.


She reached down in her basket to hand out the shortbread, looking ahead to see the Abby in the distance. She thought she had seen a few familiar faces along the way, er rather their backsides as they made the walk towards the ceremony. Looking ahead, craneing her neck to see if she saw Galrador. It had been an exciting moment when he had mentioned he was a Groomsmen, she had congratulated him and said he deserved this honor.

With all the people watching from the sides, meandering in front of the dragons even, she still could not see far enough ahead to the King and his entourage. Well she thought, perhap I shall see him at the ceremony? She gave out another shortbread to a small hand that was held out precariously to her. She smiled down at the little lad, standing next to his Mum while a little girl hid behind the skirts of the lady. She stopped and reached into the basket and leaned down to give her a treat, handing Mum a few extra for the kids. She smiled and waved to them as she briskly walked to catch up with Mercia's dragon.

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   Barony of Catton | Trade Minister Mercia | Lichfield Town Planner | Lichfield Town Council
Amethise
The vividly coloured fabrics that formed the Mercian dragon's body and wings shimmered as they were caught by the sunlight, creating an illusion of movement. Adding to this impression, when the dragon's leash was pulled, causing his head to nod steadily up and down, the spirals of copper wire that protruded from his gaping mouth, signifying flames, bounced and glinted brightly, while his painted-egg eyes rolled slowly from side to side, almost as if scanning the throng of onlookers for a potentially tasty snack! (But it had to be admitted that the overall effect tended more towards the comically endearing, rather than the alarmingly fearsome…)

To a casual observer, perhaps one indulging in a flight of fancy about the beast, it might seem fair to say that this appeared to be a more friendly and approachable dragon than many; but was that merely a cleverly constructed facade, to encourage people to relax their guard? Only the dragon himself could know for certain, and he would never tell…

Meanwhile, the burly dragon-wrangler, by now brimming with confidence and enthusiasm for his task, had embellished his performance for the crowd, swinging his arms high over his head in mock-triumph after each successful tweak on the dragon's leash, then laughing uproariously and swooping into a deep bow, arms extended outwards from his sides, as his audience cheered and clapped.

"He really is doing us proud," thought Amethise, chuckling as she watched his display, "and all without the influence of a single drop of ale!" Smiling, she glanced towards the far side of the wagon, wondering whether Tahsa had observed the fellow's antics.

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Lark
She heard the music and voices slowly coming closer and palmed a hardened leather hipflask into her hand as the crowd began to gather at the steps. Rather than spirits, it held a more concentrated form of Aggnes' patent painkilling tea.

Having met Cullan in a tavern not long ago, she had an idea that he might need it before the day was out. Take down the dragon, get a princess and half the kingdom. And bandages. And probably singed hair...
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The gods ARE crazy. And drunk as well....That's why they think desync is a good idea.
Kazzia_llewellynn
Kazzia looked where Taarna pointed and planted a knee on the seat, it would give her extra balance, she knew how to hold her stomach correctly to avoid danger of hurting herself, and leaned out the window beside Joli and Taarna, seeing the Chancellor Vigifast she waved. Looking at him she noted the Dragon of Sussex had struck! He appeared delighted though, so she just waved and tossed kisses to the crowd. Cheers seemed to go up with each of the ladies spotted. She'd heard Daisy after Katiya earlier, but hadn't thought to warn her, Daisy? Quit badgering my maid before she gets in my herb chest and you don't like the result. You can keep trying that at your own peril lass, she'll take it, but paying the piper can be a high cost! She laughed. And for Jah's sake lass, she grinned at her, Smile! It's your father's day, he'll be wanting a painting of you, and portraiture artists are out there, painting away. Come! I'll trade you, you can wave where I am if you want. Angie, you'd fit with her if I get my skirts out of the way, as pretty as you both are, let the people see you. Your dresses are lovely. Angie I love that colour on you. I'm sure, my daughter would love seeing you both. She's got an affection for pretty clothes.
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Baronet of Hastings
Kristin
Krissy held tight to Cornish's hand as he wove their way through the packed crowds of people toward the Abbey. She was terrified of losing him in the noisy throng, and this made her reach for his coattail with her other hand to make sure she would be stuck to him. She laughed out loud when she saw a big cask of ale tucked under his other arm.
Oh Cornish, you have such a one-track mind!
Her feet almost flew off the cobblestones as he quickened his step and pulled her right along with him.
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