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(ORP) Royal Parade & Coronation of King Cullan Holifard

Mortarion09
OOC: RL prevents me from being active in the forums


even though I am here I am just hidden in the shadows
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Viscount of Cardiff
Barony of Puriton
Catriona_mackenzie
Arriving with a few minutes to spare, Cat heard the trumpet sound. Taking note of the Herald's instructions she looked to where all were gathering. For a moment to her eyes, unused to taking part in such events, it seemed all confusion as folk seemed to swarm before her all over the place. Yet order was gradually established and she moved to where the religious representatives were bid to stand.

Adjusting the neckline of her cloak's cowl that rested back to cover her shoulders, she waited in the pleasant sunshine of the April morning. It was going to be a fine day, she thought, quite content. 'Twas a shame her son was not here to watch the parade for she realised it was going to be quite a spectacle. Still there would be other years, and she smiled as she thought of her young boy, safely tucked away in Hastings.

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National Vice Primate of England ** Town Priest of Lewes ** Chaplain of the Hastings Chapel ** Bishop of Brighton ** Luceo Non Uro ** Banner by Aalish!
Sythe
Sythe ensured that his breakfast was finished quickly before preparing to make his way to the carriage with the King. Thank you he said to the meek servant who took his plate once he had finished. He was glad for beautiful weather and was ready for a long day ahead. He stood to attention for King Cullan and waited until he was ready to join the procession before taking his place in line.
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Westmorland Interim Chancellor, CoA Justice, CoH
Sandoval
Sandoval was a bit confused and looked to Admiral Jasmine for instructions, but it seemed that she's already moved off. Sandy hurried over to where the navy and army representatives seemed to be gathering and moved into the half formed line.
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Elsbet
Breakfast was over and Elsbet scurried off to look for her 'dragon-mates'...
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Lewes Mentor~Town Council~LHG~RHA~SSC~9th Legion Medic~ A Chyler Creation
Raella
Raella stood next to a monstrous structure draped in several large tarps. Only a set of wooden wheels and glimpses of candy and treats could be seen under the coverings.

Psst, Els, over here! She giggled and adjusted her knitted dragon cap securely over her wild fiery locks.
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Aggnes.holifard
Lavea wrote:
Lav glanced out the window at the call of the herald. "Indeed we need to get a move on, anyone not helping her Highness begin changing, we need to be down in an hour. A page confirmed the King has drunk his tea ma'am. Right, into the tub." She scooped up the rose petals and herbs and closed the door. "How much ink do you get on the paper?"


"Most of it goes on the paper, some of it comes off again. It should do the same now, and if it doesn't, that vinegar preparation may come in handy. Right, let's get this done."

Aggnes had always preferred efficiency to luxury, but even she had to admit that three pairs of hands scrubbing did the job faster than one. Before long she was out, towelled dry, into the clean undergown - silk, this time - and rather to her surprise, still had some skin left on her fingers. Callouses from a pickaxe probably helped...

Then there were hairdressers behind her, and her eyes closed as Eira's lethal but effective mixture was applied to her face. She couldn't do anything herself, for the moment, and with time to think about something other than immediate details, the butterflies started to creep back into her stomach. She forced them back down again. Eyes closed. Listen. The chatter of maids and bridesmaids as they dressed, noises from outside as the procession formed up - you could learn quite a lot, listening. Interesting that the army, navy, and various other orders all had different commands for "line up and get over there". What else did she have to do, and by when...? ah, yes.

In a gap when she could speak without getting a mouth full of arsenic, she had one more thing to delegate. "Could someone look for a small chest next to my desk, please? Should have a receipt from a silversmith on top."

When it was found and brought in, and she'd got another gap in which to speak: "A little present for all of you, as thanks for serving me here today: a souvenir, if you like. You may want to arrange to have them with you at the feast."

Inside the chest was a silver goblet for each person present. Engraved on its surface was St. George fighting his dragon, the lance making its final strike within the wyrm's mouth. Entwined within the dragon's body was the personal arms of Princess Aggnes - a semee of bezants on a green field. Carried by St. George was Cullan's own crow upon a white field, with a green chevron and pile. Delicately engraved upon a scroll in the corner were the words 'Their Majesties Cullan and Aggnes Holifard, 23 April 1463'.

"A little premature, as I'm not yet a Holifard, but I'm sure you can overlook that slight fault."
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Banner is a joint Aggnes/Cullan production Wiki entry
Noromical
Noro heard the call for lineup and promptly took his place near the front of the parade. However, the earthen tones of his clothing looked rather out of place among all the scarlet, gold, and blues. His expression was cheery enough, although his eyes looked weary. Was it boredom? Or perhaps it was simply age catching up to him.
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Elsbet
Sporting a oddly shaped green hat atop red curls made it rather easy to spot Miss Rae. As Elsbet bumped her way through the crowd, many Beg Pardons were offered along with one quick apology for stepping on a fussy feminine foot
Silly lass.. should've worn boots.. really!

Out of breath, Elsbet eventually reached Miss Rae..

"Hall..ha.. Lordy..Hallo!! Ho.. how's it going? Have you alerted the folks? And did you find Balako's banner? I see Baby is still safe thanks to Paulie and Gus.. good fellas those two setting up a little tent to keep her from prying eyes. Oi.. you know any of these folks?"
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Pennblade
Alfred Cottsfield made his way down the roads. He knew he would be tired at day's end at this rate, but he didn't mind. It had been a long time since he performed before a large crowd. The Winter Festival was the last time. Sure, just before leaving Penrith, he had entertained his patrons in the Blue Hat with a tale. He still had his knack for telling stories. He recalled receiving the request to be in the parade. He wasn't certain what to wear, considering much of his attire was ruined or daily wear. He managed to gather up a new outfit for himself before arriving, thankfully, so he could look presentable.



It was strange, not having his cloak on his body for once. He had never done a show without it. Besides, despite the luck he swore it gave him, the item was badly damaged and falling apart. It wouldn't look well at all to appear at the parade with it. He swore that once he returned to Penrith, he would have it repaired. The other question was also if it could even be repaired.

In the distance, he saw the parade forming and shook his head. He was late? He raced down the street and to the front of the line with the rest of the entertainers. He reached onto his back and pulled the quarterstaff out that hung from his back and placed it on the ground. He tapped the pavement quietly as he placed both hands upon the quarterstaff.

He stood quietly and waited.
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Created by Bellacamy; Storyteller Magna of Winter 1462. Bartender of the Blue Hat.
Anjolique
Anjolique had been sitting quietly, observing, whilst having breakfast. Listening to what was going on, planning things out for the day, and mostly just taking in the sights and sounds; the entire experience. Her teacup now empty, the armoma of peaches mingled with fine leaves still wafting from within, was placed upon the table in front of her beside the mostly eaten muffin and plate of cheese. The time for eating had passed as things were getting underway so she then had moved to the appropriate areas to begin changing for the parade.

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Kazzia_llewellynn
With the help of Katiya and Emily Kazzia was soon wiggling into her chainmail undergarments, and stepping into her slippers. Katiya painted her face with care and handed her a cup of tea, before beginning to mix the colors for her lips. Kaz hurriedly sipped the brew relieved to find someone had slipped mint into it. She felt something be pressed into her hands and heard Her Highness speak of a gift for them, looking down at the goblet she smiled. It is a lovely gift, Highness, thank you. And as our end goal is to make you Her Majesty Aggnes Holifard, I think we can forgive you. She laughed. Then quickly closed her own mouth as Katiya picked up her brush and began working on her lips. Emily took the cup from her hands and wrapped it, before placing it in her jewel box. I'll ensure it is at the feast for you, my lady. She said. And Kaz nodded. When the last stroke of the brush was applied and Katiya nodded, her eyes a bit misty, Kazzia stood and turned to the room. Seeing ladies in varying states of dress she moved around to the Princess' side. Your Highness, if there is anything you need of me, you've only to let me know. She curtsied and winked at Lavea and Saira. Before moving to a nearby bench to sit, until such a time as someone needed her help, or they were ready to depart.




(((IF you wish to see the dresses, jewels, shoes and such feel free to look here http://forum.renaissancekingdoms.com/viewtopic.php?t=2244698&postdays=0&postorder=asc&start=30)))
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Baronet of Hastings
Kalens
Kalens pondered it a long time then made a decision. He would wait at the cathedral. Marching along in the parade would only aggravate his bad leg and to hobble while presenting the crown would not be good.

Arriving at the front of cathedral he marveled at the beauty of the day. No finer a raiment could a coronation have than a beautiful day... and they were rare in London, especially this time of year.

He checked his garb. There wasn't much to check actually. Kalens had chose to wear the simple vestments of his position as one of Lichfield's deacons. Gold glinted in his hair along with some rose cut rubies and cabochons of jet... the prince's circlet of the House of Hohenzollern.
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Baronet and Deacon of Lichfield, Lord of Caverswall and Greystoke,Royal Emissary, Prinz ob Prusse exsulo
Amerys
She'd broken her fast privately in the Guardian, the RG's little pub in their part of the Tower, and changed into her dress uniform, making sure everything was exact. Then, back outside to wait.
Restless was soon brought around by a stableboy who had his hands full as the big horse twisted this way and that, curiously taking in all the activity. Amerys shook her head wryly. "Livin' up t' your name t'day, are ye lad?" She took the reins from the boy as she gave the courser a friendly, but firm pat on the shoulder and checked the saddle's girth. Leading the gelding over to a mounting stone she slid onto the saddle quickly, for the horse, as expected, sidled away as her foot touched the stirrup. Amerys drew up the reins and sighed inwardly. He was a good, brave beast, and tireless on the road, but patience was not his strong suit... The Royal carriages were not yet in position, so his rider began walking him around the green, turning him in small circles now and then with hands and heels until she felt him calm and steady beneath her. "There's a good lad," she murmured approvingly.

Then came a trumpet call and across the way she heard Captain MacLeod call out, "Royal Guards! Post!"
"That's us, lad," she commented and saw Restless' ears flick back as she spoke. She chuckled softly and guided the big gelding into position.
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Viscountess of Kidwelly, Baroness of Firle|Clan MacKenzie|Royal Guard|Order of the Saighdears
Daisydread
Daisy was decidedly not pleased by the loud rapping on her door at the crack of dawn. Her hand shot out from where she was cozily buried from under the pile of blankets and rummaged around for the object nearest her person… ah, there it was! Her trusty silver flask, the one she never left home without. Clearly, it was also one of her many favorite bedtime companions. She hurled it towards the door with a growl. “Go away!” The maid quickly scampered off and left the youngest Holifard to snooze a little longer.
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