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(ORP) Royal Parade & Coronation of King Cullan Holifard

Aggnes.holifard
With Cullan safely seated in the Chair of Estate, Aggnes withdrew to her own much smaller seat behind and to one side, but still looking out over the congregation. She wouldn't be needed until near the end of proceedings. With all the object-holders lined up and ready to go, she wondered how long it would be before Bishop Gawain started the ceremony. Maybe he was waiting for more people to arrive?
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Tyg3r
"I fear I will never understand your lot's cuisine, how can you even survive without proper ale ?" he inquired pleased that she'd taken the joke to heart or at the least acted with tact rather than the often outraged reactions his criticism of southern food and beverages he was used to during his journeys in Sussex or Devon.

"Oh, look, there be men in skirts.." he said quietly, his grin renewed as he spotted what seemed to be a fair amount of scotsmen and women, dignitaries here to express their well wishes for England's new king no doubt "Do you reckon they're here as entertainment ? Perhaps to declaim some of their famed neutrality in odes and poems ? I heard they've several queens up there nowadays.." he added in a hushed voice
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Amethise
A slight movement in the congregation caught Amethise's eye; glancing around, she saw Tahsa, giving a small wave in her direction. She smiled warmly and nodded an acknowledgement, raising her hand a little in return.

As the stately procession reached the altar and the principals took their places for the coronation, she sat back to listen and watch closely.

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Gawain59
Bishop Gawain watched as King Cullan and his procession made its way towards him.

Once the King had reached the altar and taken his seat on the throne , the Bishop then walked to the four corners of the Abbey in turn and tapping his crozier on the ground three times at each corner, he clearly announced:


“I here present unto you, His Majesty Cullan Holifard, your undoubted King.”

He then returned to the altar.

"My family under Jah, citizens of England and dearly beloved neighbours with whom I share this home of England, look now upon our liege, His Majesty Cullan Holifard, our undoubted King."

He then awaits for the King to kneel before the altar, the Cloth of Gold to be presented by Lavea, and then the five Swords of State to be presented by those bearing them.
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Pro-Rector of United Reformed Aristotelian Church | Viscount of Alcester, Baron of Nassington, Baron of Barton-under-Needwood, Lord of Clun Castle, Holder of the Sacred Chalice of Essex
Anneke
Having admired the members of the procession as they passed by, and oohed and aahed at the dragons, Anneke had drawn near to the Abbey steps to watch the wedding. It had seemed quite short to her, but it went well and she smiled at the way the bride and groom had kissed each other's hands.

At the end, she nearly got swallowed up in the crowd, and nearly had to elbow somebody...well, a couple of somebodies, actually...in the side so that she could get past them, through the mass of people and up the steps. Collecting herself and taking a breath, she walked sedately into the Abbey and found herself a seat. It wasn't an especially good seat, to be honest, given that it was slightly to one side and almost out of sight of the altar. But that "almost" was important, because she could just about see it and what was happening. She made herself as comfortable as she could - luckily they had provided cushions for all the seats, so she wasn't going to get numb by sitting on just the wood - and craned her neck to look around at the crowds while they waited. Eventually, the King reached the throne and sat down, and all fell silent as the Bishop began the service.
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Lavea
Knowing kneeling might not be the easiest thing Lav curtsied to the King, saying

"Here is the cloth of gold, a gift to Jah, a representation of the treasure that is England, a country and a people worth more than gold, more than silver, more than life itself."

Having presented it to the King she placed it reverently on the alter, knelt once in respect, then rose and resumed her place at the side.
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Lady Lavea de Lyle, Viscountess of Salford, Earl of Leeds, Marchioness of Lancashire. Lady of Bramall Hall, Pontefract Castle and Holker Hall.
Breena
Tyg3r wrote:
"I fear I will never understand your lot's cuisine, how can you even survive without proper ale ?" he inquired pleased that she'd taken the joke to heart or at the least acted with tact rather than the often outraged reactions his criticism of southern food and beverages he was used to during his journeys in Sussex or Devon.

"Oh, look, there be men in skirts.." he said quietly, his grin renewed as he spotted what seemed to be a fair amount of scotsmen and women, dignitaries here to express their well wishes for England's new king no doubt "Do you reckon they're here as entertainment ? Perhaps to declaim some of their famed neutrality in odes and poems ? I heard they've several queens up there nowadays.." he added in a hushed voice


Hmmmm, proper ale? I do believe we have proper ale, at least in Dartmouth. Perhaps you've just not visited the right towns. Next time bring yourself farther west. Bree looked around at Tyg's next comment when Bishop Gawain started the service. She took a seat and nodded to Tyg in acknowledgement that she'd seen the Scottish contingent.

Skirts, you say? You know, some find men's kilts very becoming. There is always that puzzlement about what is worn under them... Bree got lost in thought for a moment then recollected herself. Don't be so cynical, Tyg. I believe we're here for their entertainment. She grinned at him and thought for a moment about Scottish royalty. Several Queens. Now that could make for a very interesting negotiations party, don't you think?
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Arkrantos
Arkrantos stepped forwards, holding the Sword in his left hand, being his shield arm. The sword stood upright as he approached the altar, the light catching the blade and various decorations and gems.

As he stopped at the altar, he slowly rotated his wrist until the sword lay vertical. The blade extended right and was supported by the cloak covering his right arm. Newly sharp, Arkrantos did not want to catch himself on the blade.

He slowly held his arms out and placed the blade upon the altar while reciting the words he had memorised.


I do hereby place this Sword of Offering before His Majesty. May he use it to protect the good and punish evil.

Long live the King.


He stepped back slowly, not turning his back from the Altar as he returned to his place in the procession.
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Arkrantos Lambourne | Marquess of Totnes | Viscount of Dartmouth | Baron of Brixham
Cullan
when asked, Cullan slid himself to his knees. Thankfully it was placed close enough he needn't crawl to get to it. There were some small miracles. He bent his head reverently, folding his hands in his lap as Arkrantos brought the sword forward. With the Speaker already carrying a sword as a Count, the Clerk was the only other completely elected leader of the government of England. The King kept his face blank, but he wondered just what he should do to thank each person he'd asked to his coronation.
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Pagan
Pagan was about halfway through the flask when it hit her. Hhhhowwwwhhh! Uh-oh-cough-uhh-huhh-huhh! That was like... taking a big bite out of the sun! Jah's vengeance in a flask! The world blurred, Oh no I'm going blind now! but it was only tears flowing out of her eyes. Whatever the fishy peddler had sold her as 'real Irish whiskey', it was potent stuff all right, burning a hole straight through her guts!

Or in other words, excellent stuff. Only it would have been even nicer if it came with a mug of ale on the side to suffocate the fiery inferno in her stomach. Hopefully there were no candles nearby...

When she had recuperated enough to regain awareness of her surroundings, the first thing she saw was Rae's pleading eyes and open palm. Suppressing her first reaction to squeeze the flask protectively against her chest she reluctantly planted the flask on Rae's palm.

"Just... a tiny taste", she wheezed in a voice so thin and breathless she didn't recognize it as her own. To be fair she was more concerned about the remaining time of the ceremony than Rae's plumbing - it was, after all, a small flask.
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Eddward
Eddward waited until after Arkrantos had finished presenting his sword and moved back into the procession before stepping forward himself. He bowed as he approached the altar, sword carefully balanced on both his hands, and then placed the sword on the altar.



"I do hereby place this Sword of Temporal Justice before His Royal Majesty. This sword symbolizes the Crown's relationship with the State. Long live our King."

Eddward then followed Arkrantos's lead by stepping back from the altar and resuming his former place.
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Kitsada
Kit had not started to feel nervous until the procession started up the center of the church. Then, she had all these panicked ideas that she might drop the sword, or trip on her robes, or forget what she was supposed to say, or some other disaster. Her mind was able to come up with many such scenarios on her way up the aisle, but she was wise enough to keep these thoughts off her face, as she tried to project the calm and serious mein the ceremony required.

She took extra care on final steps, approaching the altar and the King in what she hoped was a reverential manner, her head bowed slightly. She carried the sheathed sword flat across her arms, and set it carefully down upon the altar, saying the words she'd memorized in a clear strong voice.


This sword symbolizes the Sovereign's relationship with the Church.

Long live the King.


As she backed away slowly, she wondered why she'd been chosen to bear that particular sword when she was not a particularly religious woman, and decided that it did not mean anything, that there were the four swords to be presented, and four Counts of England, and they'd just been parcelled out, most likely. She then took her place in the procession and watched as the ceremony continued.
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Baroness of Burnley, Viscountess of Kendal, Countess of Sedburgh, Knight of the Crown
A.rose
Having caught sight of Pagan and the womans expression and gaspyness and so of course leaned over and gave her a few good thunks on the back, "Easy lass Easy"

She glanced about to make certain that nobody was paying them any heed, and gave a sigh of relief as everyone seemed focused on what was happening up front with the Coronation. Good good, that meant they most likely wouldn't be asked to leave.

Easing back on the seat again as she pondered what was in the flask that Pagan was drinking from, the stuff sure did seem to have quite the kick, especially as she knew that woman could handle anything tossed at her. She'll have to ask later, may need to stock up on some of it.

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Baronet of Lewes: Lady Protector of Rose Clan : Constant and True
Taarna
Taarna watched in rapt attention as the ceremony proceeded. She had never before been to the coronation of a king; in fact, until last year, she'd never even met kings, queens, princes or princesses.

A lot had changed over the past year.

And it was good. Yes, she nodded to herself as she watched the ceremony continue, it was very, very good.
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~CoH~Westmorland County Council Spokesperson~Holywell Mentor~
Noodle
After Eddward stepped back from the altar, Noodle approached and presented the Sword of Mercy.



This sword symbolizes the Mercy a Monarch must show to the people and enemies of the state, and their duty to not wrongfully kill them.

Noodle steps back from the altar and returns to his former position.
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