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(ORP) Royal Parade & Coronation of King Cullan Holifard

Lavea
"Yes Kaz, if you could go shake her awake that would be excellent. We've not long to be out."

With the Queen about ready, Lav quickly changed into her own dress of yellow flowers, and on her head a crispinette to complete the outfit.
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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.
Corsaira
Aggnes wrote:
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'."


Saira admired it. "A royal gift indeed; my thanks. England's patron knight sticking his lance in a dragon's mouth? Very... symbolic. Although I don't remember how the story ended. I suppose if it were deep enough to strike the heart he'd make it out alive. If he didn't hit the mark though, the dragon would probably bite his lance. I think if I were a knight I'd not want to be sticking me lance where there were teeth..."

She thought it very fine though, and it almost seemed too good to drink from. But she asked one of the serving girls to find Saira's cabin boy, Colin, and give it to him to keep safe until later. Saira makes sure she has the Homilies though, and that her hat is on straight. She tuts to herself and picks a few stray cat hairs from her jacket, while she waits for them to leave for the procession.
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Melpomena
Llyres wrote:
Llyres turned a bright smile to welcome Melpomena. She paused to note how beautiful her friend looked and wondered if Nap would behave. Good morning, Mel. You look lovely. We were just discussing finding Nap a wife and wondering if the lucky bride was hidden among the ladies gathering here. She smiled mischievously, then paused as the Parade was called to order. Hearing the processional order, she quirked her mouth slightly, "Well they are not making our plans any easier if we are supposed to be in many places at once. But I'm sure we can manage, like usual."


Bhnapoleon wrote:
Nap smiled and bowed to Mel Why all templars ladies look so beautiful today ? My ladys i must take my place in parade with other military leaders, see you later. He looked around If we stay alive in this crowd. He smiled and mounted his horse.


Mel took in how nicely her friends’ looked, all dressed up. Many heads will be turning, she thought with an amused look. ”Nap, we have to look our best, no? Besides, we always look beautiful, you just don’t notice it”, she finished pausing for a moment with a sad look on her face. After a moment of so, the girl shook her head smiling ”Just teasing you”.

"Thank you both, hopefully my mother would be satisfied that I haven’t completely forgotten all the embroidering she put me through”, Mel chuckled. ”However I must repay your compliments. Llyres, you look very lovely yourself! If you weren’t married already, I think you'd be in trouble today", Mel said approvingly while admiring her friend's garments.

"Oh, and about Nap's future bride, that's quite an interesting subject. I was under the impression that his heart was already taken. If that's not the case, than hopefully his bride is indeed hiding around here somewhere. Just promise me you won't try to find me a husband", Mel concluded solemnly. "That would be terrible".

Llyres wrote:
Turning to look at Nap and Mel, she spoke in a low tone, It seems as they were able to accommodate the request for the horses. Catching Nap by the arm as he turned to heed the call to muster, she laughed merrily, I think I best go with you. The Devon Regiment and Navy can ride together or side by side, if you'd like, unless they want the armies to group together and the navies to group together.. With that possibility, Llyres turned to see if she could pinpoint where REN and the other county navy representatives might be standing.


Bhnapoleon wrote:
Oh, my lady sorry. I am little confused. Of course we can ride side by side. Moreever that would make me very happy.


Mel kept stroking Morana’s head to keep her calm and smiled with a satisfied look in her eyes as Llyres delivered the good news regarding the horses. Being both a Templar and Devon Navy sailor, she felt it her duty and honour to represent both groups she loved a lot. ”Seems like will be riding together which is wonderful. At least we won't get bored", she said. Feeling rather curious and wondering if they'll see more familiar faces, Mel kept looked around her hoping to catch a sight of other Knights Templar.
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Croatian Order of Knights Templar | Former Guardsman to Mercia Regiment | CoH Herald of Arms | Baroness of Williton | DN
Kazzia_llewellynn
Kazzia smiled at Lavea and nodded before moving out the door. A hastily summoned maid guided her to the door of the room Daisy was to be occupying. She knocked softly at first, Daisy? Come on, lass, you're going to be late if we don't get you out of bed. It's Kazzia, Llewellynn, you remember me don't you? From Hastings? May I come in? DAISY? She called a bit more loudly. She knocked again, as the maid backed away from the door, Kaz looked at the girl, wondering exactly why the lass was so skittish, it wasn't like the staff here to be given to fits or hysterics.
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Baronet of Hastings
Galrador
Despite the obvious reluctance to listen to their well intended words about having some rest and eat something, Cullan finally gave in. Though it wouldn't take long, as the King knew the schedule for the day was tight. He got their attention, as far as he didn't have it yet, and held a little speech. A speech he hadn't expected, but one which sounded honest and cincere. Coming from the King himself, he valued the words more than any title or medal. As the King finished his he raised his cup to cheer with him and the rest of the Groomsmen. To our 'bad' King. As there is no good reign without knowing the bad. So may your reign be a good one. To Cullan! He poured down the whisky and coughed a little, not being used to the strong taste.

Soon after, a horn was blown and rumour started out in the streets and in the halls of the Tower. The time for preperations were over, the time for the parade and other festivities was close at hand. It seems we'll be expected to meet up with the rest soon. Is there anything you need your Highness, or are you good to go?
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Viscount of Alton, Baron of Mamble
Pagan
Pagan spotted a familiar face of an old friend approaching from the crowd and mustered a friendly, if desperate, smile upon her face.

"Noro! Ye're a sight to the sore eye! Say... I'm looking fer the Royal Navy assembly line. Royal Navy! Surely ye know where they're at... don't ye? Don't ye!?"
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Clan MacKenzie | SSC | Order of Saighdears | Sussex Navy | REN | Baroness of Laughton | Banner by Raella
Kiane
Dressed in a simple yet fine doublet, trousers, and light cloak, Kiane approached the gathered throng and paused. Leaning heavy on his intricately carved walking staff he looked around to gain his bearings. He recognized some faces from over the years but there were many new faces he did not recognize and guessed it was the downside of being a recluse these past few years. He had been drawn out of his hermitage by a series of unpleasant events, and was surprised to find he had not been completely forgotten by having received not one, but two invitations to the current proceedings. One had been sent on behalf of his past Church position, and the second due to his Baronetage; he did not feel he belonged in either place any more.

Stepping back a little Kiane scanned the sea of faces of both the participants and spectators alike in search of a specific face, but he quickly gave up, accepting that his friend would probably be occupied elsewhere. He spotted a few past colleagues but each was engaged in other conversations and seemed to not be grouped as he had remembered from previous events such as this. Finally spotting what looked to be others of his peerage; Kiane made his way over and joined them in silence to enjoy the event all the while still scanning the faces of the crowd.
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~Baronet of Marlborough~Chaplain of Her Sacred Rose~
Noromical
With a patient sigh, he looked over at his old friend

Pagan, you look like something the at dragged in, still recovering from a hangover?

With a grin, he made his way towards her

REN line? I believe that to be over there somewhere, I'll be over at the head of the parade if you need anything. Although, go and find yourself a quick mug or something, but don't go overboard
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Demons run when a good man goes to war
Pagan
"'Over there', gee, that'll help", Pagan grumbled, scanning frantically in every direction. "And Noro, if I had a time fer a quick pint or a mug of something, don't ye think I'd be sitting in the beer tent right now, tight as a damned mushroom? Unless..." she looked at Noro with wishful eyes, "I don't suppose ye have a flask of something little with ya? An eye-opener, pick-me-up, spine-stiffener, restorative, bracer?"
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Clan MacKenzie | SSC | Order of Saighdears | Sussex Navy | REN | Baroness of Laughton | Banner by Raella
Elsbet
Why could she not have been tall as was her father?
Furrowing her brow in frustration, Elsbet stood on tiptoe to see if she recognized anyone but all she saw were many heads and shoulders and uniforms and.. lordy.

Seeing as Mysti was becoming comfortable in her role as one of the Treat Tossers, Elsbet gave up her search, deciding instead to climb onto the mini wagon containing her nestled Baby with Paulie and Gus' help. Peering under the tent tarp, she carefully inspected the massive cake, making sure all was in order

"Very soon, Baby.. very soon!"
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Noromical
Reaching into his boot, he pulls out a small flask, handing it to her

Here, I normally use this to clean wounds, but it should hold you over, it's irish whiskey, and the REN line is that way

This time he motions in the general direction of where she needs to go, hoping that she won't be so hungover to miss the crowd
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Demons run when a good man goes to war
Pagan
"Thankee", Pagan sighed, "ye're a life saver!" After having a discreet chug of the whiskey she started shuffling towards the direction Noro had pointed at her, still not sure what to find there but at least feeling nearly human again.
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Clan MacKenzie | SSC | Order of Saighdears | Sussex Navy | REN | Baroness of Laughton | Banner by Raella
Joels.joe
Cullan wrote:
...The King laughed jovially "Nursemaids, all a ya. Ya'd think tha' th' Keeng'd drop dead if th' wind blew too hard." Still, he took the tea from him and a scone, then leaned in to whisper in his ear. The servant bobbed an assent, and slid back outside. There wasn't much time, and he needed to get niceties over. "I know all ya lads 're members 'a everything. So...I don't expect any 'a ya ta walk wi' me. Ya can if ya want, but yer counties an' armies 're more important than me."


Joels bows to the other gentleman and his Count. He chuckles politely at the King's words. The man honors him much by calling among those fine men.
Your Majesty my only duty today is to be at your service and do whatever you would wish from your groomsman. My other duty I can conduct much better from this place as it is to protect you as one of your Knights. The Order can march with one less knight in the parade they have enough great men and women much better than me too. And the army does not need my service today either. My commanders know I will be at your side which is a great honor to bestow upon a common man like me.
Cullan wrote:
...He took a deep breath, sipping the Princess' tea as he thought. "I might as well do this now. Lads..."he smiled to his niece "An' lass. When asked fer th' wedding party, th' Princess claimed a lass frae every family. I needed ta gaither mine as well. Fer tha' I chose a man frae every County tha' deserved recognition. Each 've ya aren't th' loudest wheel. Ya don't get th' immediate silence 'a those 'round ya." he smirked "Except mebbe th' Count 'a Sussex...but 'e learned tha' in our yellin' matches." he winked at Noodle, who'd been his enemy for far too long. "Joking aside. Yer noticed. I see ya. Ye all wark hard in th' defense 'a England an' yer Counties. Ya bring somethin' ta say in every discussion. Yer intelligent, well mannered an' noble. I admire each an' every one 'a ya..."his voice trailed off as a page entered carrying a tray. On it was silver goblet for each person present. Engraved on it's surface was St. George fighting his dragon, the lance making it's final strike within the wyrm's mouth. Entwined within the dragon's body was the personal arms of the Princess - a semee of bezants on a green field. Carried by St. George was his own crow upon a white field, with a green chevron and pile. Delicately engraved upon a scroll in the corner was the words 'Their Majesties Cullan and Aggnes Holifard, 23 April 1463'.

He took his own, nodding as the page filled his, then moved to fill the others. The whisky was imported from Orkney, distilled before a few of them were born. Single malt, it was smooth and smokey, with a finish of fruit and mild nuttiness. He'd spent a lot of money to bring it down, but it was most certainly worth the occasion. Smiling to the group, he called out.
"Here’s to you, as good as ya are, An' here’s ta me, as bad as I am!" he held up his cup"But as good as you are, an' as bad as I am, I am as good as you are, as bad as I am!"

Joels accepts the goblet admires the engraving on it. He has a smile on his face because it reminds him of his Order which is home to him and all the other Knights. He chuckles at the complex toast and raises his goblet.
To..that and the great King you will prove to be!

He drinks with enjoyment and comments when he put the goblet down at last.
Such a fine drink Your Majesty. I know where to go from now on when I want to have the finest stuff.
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Knights of Saint George | KoC | Lt Commander of the Sussex Army |Sussex Rangers'General
Revan_anne
With the opening of her eyes, the morning seemed to be rushing by. Revan wasn't sure of herself keeping up with that pace, though. The world, in her eyes, at least, was passing her by with such speed. Time for another coronation? Really? she asked herself as she donned her Devon navy uniform. The fabric was stiff due to not being worn lately and she found herself smoothing and adjusting the clothing over her form repeatedly. A hand lingered over her stomach briefly, swallowing hard before letting her arm drop along with past memories. Time to make new ones.

She set out once ready, moving this way and that along the crowds slowly forming, heading to the parade route. Standing on her tiptoes, Rev soon located the other Devon Navy sailors and walked cautiously over to them. She nodded to Nap and Mel before saluting her commanding officer. "It's been a while, Admiral Llyres."
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Revan Anne McClintock
Viscountess of Bath, Baroness of Deerhurst
Goddess of Mirth and Merriment
~Wife to Zanlarrr~Mother to Lily and Ethan~To Thine Ownself Be True~
Reynard
Sir Renard had worn the proud uniform of the Knights of England. His sword hung at his side as he rode through the streets of London to the parade area. He wasn't sure who would be there. Reyn stabled Rascal at the usual livery and the groomsman gave him a salute as he entered. Back agin' me Lord? Ah see the streets be filled with the Lords and Ladies all come in ta see the new King and his bride. The old man shook his head as he led Rascal to a stall and mumbled. Ah seen 'em come and go and not one is better 'an ta other. Ah seen no change and don' except to see one now, neither. Only thin's tha' changes is the folks they git around 'em. The old man turned as Reynard offered him the gold for caring for his mount. Thank ya me Lord. Ah take right good care a him for ya, per usual. Reynard tipped his cap to the man. I thank you kindly, my good man. You are a gentleman.

Reyn walked the rest of the way to the place where the parade would start.
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