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Friends,

Since the late Serj Eason's funeral, I have been full of thoughts of my own mortality. I was deeply moved by Eason's eulogy, and I thought it wise to pen a few words of my own to be spoken in the event of my untimely demise. Please keep this letter safe.


You son of a bitch,

Do you really think that this wasn't part of my plan? Even as you stood over my bloodied corpse, the pieces were set in motion to assure your downfall.

You cannot run fast enough.


Thanks.

Due to unexpected circumstances, it has to be postponed for now.

Apologies.

[EPISODE VI: EULOGY FOR A BARD]

EPISODE VI: EULOGY FOR A BARD

Following his sudden death at the Grand Covian Avamass Market, Gregor Eason writes a eulogy for Serj.

Episode VI: Eulogy for a Bard - Listen


Northern folk gather for Serj’s cremation.

And so, the tale of Serj Eason ends.

I will never forget how me met
You didn't care what the other said
Instead you came to me
And picked me up from the gutter

I will never forget how much we laughed
How much we pretended to be
And I have to say, yeah
I was never as happy as with you

I will never forget how we talked
About flying away somewhere
Faraway, maybe Paris maybe New York
About all our dream come true

I will never forget the night we kissed
Under the halo of the street lamp
The night was warm and fireflys around
And I felt what was love for the first time

I will never forget how I feared
That this excitement would just stop
And you grow bored of me
But you said to stick me, that this is true

I will never forget how we got caught
How we got scolded and insulted
They seperated and insulted us for who we were
You tried to keep your promise, but we failed

I will never forget how it was for you
And all the things you did miss out
How your life turned upside down
And twisting your yet young mind

I will never forget how much I missed you
All these past years, after our forced seperation
And to not know how you were doing was
A pain, yeah, and I felt it every day

I will never forget when I found to courage
To search for you, hoping you'd remember me
Maybe thought about me the same as I did
And maybe get to chat for just a little bit

I will never forget the pain I felt
When I learned of your early perish
I still cry and cry and curse the heavens
For taking away my angel for eternety

What I'm trying to say, my dear
Is that I will never forget you
And that maybe one day
We will meet again, and start a new

[Gregor]

Dear Senior Drachen,

Thank you for your letter. I will be sure to pass on your kind words to Serj's mother when I see her.

Stay strong,
Gregor

[H]

HEAR YE! HEAR YE!

Kobra wins Vesper Leg of Axiana's Jousting Tournament!
The finest jousters of the North were in attendance for the Vesper Leg of Axiana’s Jousting Tournament. Held outside Swaggers Inn, organisers Axiana and Rimeny set up some colourful jousting lanes for our contestants to do battle on whilst Leanne played her part as herald. Local tradesfolk took the opportunity for business, manning their stalls for all to peruse.
Contestants were whittled away until only Commander Hoagie Grayner and Officer Cadet Marcus Kobra, both of Cove, were left to joust. As always, there could only be one. Marcus Kobra defeated Hoagie to be declared Winner for the Vesper Leg of this incredible tournament!


Body part discovered at New Haven Moot
A last minute Moot was arranged by proponents of the North, with folk gathering in New Haven to discuss and socialise. However, it was not long before blood was spilled.. but by whom, we are uncertain. A body part was found that unnerved Sergeant Kelly Sanderson..


PIE HARD.
Drama of a different kind was found in Cove on Sunday eve, with auditions for a play directed by Regular Scout Leanne Martin-Melior. The play, titled ‘PIE HARD’, will be performed in Cove soon as an Avamass themed production.


The Horse Riding Masters!
An unusual horse race was hosted at the Councillors Hall in Britain. Participants were met by some sort of talking horse costume monstrosity, who then directed all to an underground network of tunnels. Various obstacles featured in the race and we are happy to report that our own Hoagie and Leanne were declared horse riding masters in their respective categories.


HEADLINE: SERJ EASON MURDERED!
Guardsman and bard murdered at the Grand Covian Avamass Market
Sergeant Kelly Sanderson organised the fabulous Avamass Market at Memorial Square. T’was a warm and friendly congregation of tradesfolk, soldiers and citizens.. or so we thought! Tragedy struck quickly, as a disagreement that got out of hand ended with Watchman Serj Eason being fatally wounded. The Covian died quickly, and a Vesperian is currently being questioned over the killing.
Watchman Eason had no children or spouse. He is survived by his mother and grandfather.


~ Rumour ~
* KALDOR STRIKES BACK! Word is that the Vesperian who killed Serj Eason is a former Kaldorian soldier!?
* WEAR A CLOAK! Purchase of winter cloaks goes up in memory of the fallen Watchman!
* Sanderson Body Parts? The body part found in New Haven belonged to a relative of Sergeant Sanderson.

[Friday, 7th December]

Friday, 7th December

It's been three days... I still lack to find the words to describe how I feel...

Serj Eason... he's dead.

It was during the Avamass Market, shortly before the announcement of the most appreciated Covian. Standing next to Pickles' apprentice Hope, I heard a fight from the other side. Serj Eason and that Kaldorian scum Reg were at it again. I went over and both were already threatening each other. Reg asked me if he could punch him. Bloody hell, I told him if he did, I'll shoot him.

Serj did not back down and it took my direct order and Hope speaking since months to calm him down.

But as Reg left, he spit at Serj, which enraged him once more. With drawn blade he went after the Kaldorian. It all happened so fast. Within a few seconds, the cursed savage stabbed down Serj, his body just lying there.

It seemed no one was realizing what just happened. Everyone thought it was Serj just being himself again, theatrical as usual. But he was not. As if things couldn't get any worse, his grandfather showed up. I tried to bring Serj back by stimulating his chest. But it was too late...

A lot of emotions came out afterwards. A lot of sadness, anger, bargaining... It felt weird getting comforted by Declan...

I went home, told Ilyana and Pickles the news. We all cried. Pickles tried to stay strong, but there was nothing she could do against the tears. Ilyana just sobbed. The past weeks she was so happy having a crush on Serj. And within the blink of an eye, all that stopped.

None of us slept that night. We shared some of our favorite Serj stories with each other. The one time Pickles had to run back the whole Fan Dancer Dojo to get him out. Or of course when Serj saved Ilyana from her watery grave in Nu'jelm.

Serj... I promise you: That Kaldorian scum will pay for what he did. If not by court, then by my hand...

[Name:]

Name:
Cocks McGee (most likely a fake name)

Age:
Unknown

Place of Birth:
Unknown

Occupation:
Possibly an assassin

Crime:
Accused of being a part of a group who kidnapped people in Vesper and Cove, including Burgher Khae and Sergeant Sanderson's sister

Cell:
Left

Duration of imprisonment:
Until further investigations had been made by myself and Declan O'Conner of Yew, as Sergeant Sanderson wished personally


Leanne Martin, Regular Scout

[In attendance:]

In attendance:

• Hoagie Grayner, Commander
• Leanne Martin, Regular Scout
• Fritz Segur, Junior Guardsman
• Alexander Hawke, Watchman
• Serj Eason, Watchman
• Kelly Sanderson, Sergeant (not participating)
• Carolin Kazami, Commoner (not participating)

Over the past weeks, I've sent several pigeons to a representative from Britain back and forth, scheduling and planning a horse race for the free people of Britannia. Arriving with our very own (borrowed) horses, we arrived at the Event Hall in north of the city. Many a strange folks had been there already, riding polar bears and llamas. Quite a heretic scene!

But things got even weirder as later the evening got. It either seemed to me that I've had too much Nightshade been too close to someone else smoking Nightshade or I really did write letters to a talking steed!

Either way, this weird horse took us to a dark dungeon of I do not know its exact location. Upon several rounds and laps we competed with our horses. Dark magic was sending us backwards if we touched obstacles along the course.

While some of us had some really slow horses, a couple of Vesperians as well as the Commander and myself showed our skills in riding a horse back and managed to actually get in first place at least one of the rounds.

Leanne Martin, Regular Scout