Notices being to appear around Sigil, notes written carefully with careful calligraphy and wording.
The notices are invitations for any and all who wish to accompany Miranda Illdesserin to the realm of Asgard, where she is set to hold a funeral pyre for her late husband Gregory at the base of the world tree Yggdrasil.
The notice invites any and all who wish to travel to this wonderful location, but warns people that disrespect and any disruption to the funeral or the sanctity of the glade where Yggdrasil takes root will NOT be tolerated.
Anyone interested should report to Miranda Illdesserin Or Argent so that travel arrangnements can be made.
//ICLY, characters who are helping put this together have asked for a few days to make final decisions and such so time and date wise it looks like it will be sometime this weekend, saturday or sunday most likely, we will try our best to give everyone a suffecient heads up if they wish to attend.
//And Thanks to DM Scintilla for volunteering to help provide a funeral pyre prop and other minor details...oh and the freaking world tree prop as well, your freaking amazing.
Death Of A Wizard.
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*Itsuyashi
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Itsuyashi contacts Miranda's tower that the clan is primed and ready to depart at a moments notice. With the meeting concluded within the confines of the Hiromo headquarters, sounds of industrial works were heard from within the manor. Itsuyashi personally delivers a letter to the majordomo Byrnwyld since the wizard was not at home. The message reads :
wrote:Miranda, I've contacted the majority of my finest clan members about your request, and they reported back to Sigil in less than a day. After discussing the security detail objectives and tasks for each of them in turn, we quickly organized a secure and efficient measure to prevent any and all trouble-making maneuvers to be neutralized within seconds. We are preparing our security detail with protective wards, guards, anti-stealth and other various countermeasures that are being practiced as you read this.
The ceremony and funeral will go without a hitch, and that is a solemn promise I give to you...And once again, my deepest and sincerest condolences for your loss. Furthermore, I've another matter to discuss with you, once you get some free time. You know how to reach me, should you feel the need to do so.
With deep respect, Hiromo Itsuyashi.
PS. Kiss Edwin for me should Byrnwyld not allow me upstairs.
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*WhenWizardsWar
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//due to communication errors, mainly my fault and trying to set things up with everyones busy schedule it has been deciced that those who wish to interact with the funeral of mirandas husband we will handle it on the forum here.
//DM scintilla if you would do us the honor of setting the scene for the world tree yggdrasil? Set the mood here on the thread for us?
//DM scintilla if you would do us the honor of setting the scene for the world tree yggdrasil? Set the mood here on the thread for us?
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*Scintilla
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((As there has been some confusion, I am stating here that Spelljammers will not be able to enter Asgard directly. Arrival will be made through colour pools, whether or not Jammer's remain on opposite side of these portals. Fiends and anyone with negative alignment will have a very rough time. Any questions or concerns, please PM me for explanation.))
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Yggdrasil, Gladsheim.
Duivelspack - Völuspá
"Ask veit ek standa, heitir Yggdrasils,
hár baðmr, ausinn hvÃta auri;
þaðan koma döggvar, þærs à dala falla,
stendr æ yfir grænn Urðarbrunni."[/align]
Yggdrasil is vista barely comprehensible; even for those whom might have the honor to look upon evergreen monument of legend. Tree of life, eternal, it's roots and branches are said to penetrate the Prime planes where the Norse pantheon was recognized, extending up from the depths of Hades to the heavens of Asgard. How it was that the abjuror Miranda had managed to secure herself safe passage to the fabled tree of life - let alone for the funeral of Faerunian Red Wizard - was anyone's guess; questions of how and why elusive in reasoning.
It is over Asgard that tremendous rivers of earth and stone form cosmic arches through the void akin to tightly packed asteroid belts. Millions of miles wide, each river is made up of Brobdingnagian chunks of matter that bump and grind against each other at a glacial but noticeable pace, raising up mountains and opening vast chasms over head. Erupting through the center of the earth is the crowning glory of the tree of life's topmost section, bursting forth from Nilfheim into Gladsheim's first layer; Asgard. Branches fan outward from trunk in wizened canopy, gnarled limbs holding numerous nests of giant eagles.
As an outer plane, Asgard is spatially infinite. Portals in the guise of wells (often marked but unreliable) connect the layer to the neighboring planes of Arborea, Limbo, and the Outlands, and travel is possible between Ysgard and these planes at certain locations. It was through one of these portals, heavily guarded by two advanced cases of the giant race, planeswalkers would arrive and set foot upon earthberg the size of continent. Any whom would enter the layer along with Miranda would find themselves drawing the attention of various pairs of eyes; the branches of the tree and ground below inhabited by giant stags that grazed on the leaves, bears, wild boars, and other woodland creatures - all bigger and tougher than their Prime plane counterparts.
The air is fresh, perhaps fresher than you've ever experienced, rich with earthen scents of dirt, grass, woods and rivers united in single intake of breath. From beneath your feet, ground stretches outward as far as the eye can see in saturated hues of green, brown and blue; shades of colour you had never thought to exist until now. Even here, at a distance, the Evergreen Ash, Yggdrasil, claims almost the entirety of vision; squirrel-like, chattering ratatosks scampering up and down the notched grain as specks interspace.
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Yggdrasil, Gladsheim.
Duivelspack - Völuspá
"Ask veit ek standa, heitir Yggdrasils,
hár baðmr, ausinn hvÃta auri;
þaðan koma döggvar, þærs à dala falla,
stendr æ yfir grænn Urðarbrunni."[/align]
Yggdrasil is vista barely comprehensible; even for those whom might have the honor to look upon evergreen monument of legend. Tree of life, eternal, it's roots and branches are said to penetrate the Prime planes where the Norse pantheon was recognized, extending up from the depths of Hades to the heavens of Asgard. How it was that the abjuror Miranda had managed to secure herself safe passage to the fabled tree of life - let alone for the funeral of Faerunian Red Wizard - was anyone's guess; questions of how and why elusive in reasoning.
It is over Asgard that tremendous rivers of earth and stone form cosmic arches through the void akin to tightly packed asteroid belts. Millions of miles wide, each river is made up of Brobdingnagian chunks of matter that bump and grind against each other at a glacial but noticeable pace, raising up mountains and opening vast chasms over head. Erupting through the center of the earth is the crowning glory of the tree of life's topmost section, bursting forth from Nilfheim into Gladsheim's first layer; Asgard. Branches fan outward from trunk in wizened canopy, gnarled limbs holding numerous nests of giant eagles.
As an outer plane, Asgard is spatially infinite. Portals in the guise of wells (often marked but unreliable) connect the layer to the neighboring planes of Arborea, Limbo, and the Outlands, and travel is possible between Ysgard and these planes at certain locations. It was through one of these portals, heavily guarded by two advanced cases of the giant race, planeswalkers would arrive and set foot upon earthberg the size of continent. Any whom would enter the layer along with Miranda would find themselves drawing the attention of various pairs of eyes; the branches of the tree and ground below inhabited by giant stags that grazed on the leaves, bears, wild boars, and other woodland creatures - all bigger and tougher than their Prime plane counterparts.
The air is fresh, perhaps fresher than you've ever experienced, rich with earthen scents of dirt, grass, woods and rivers united in single intake of breath. From beneath your feet, ground stretches outward as far as the eye can see in saturated hues of green, brown and blue; shades of colour you had never thought to exist until now. Even here, at a distance, the Evergreen Ash, Yggdrasil, claims almost the entirety of vision; squirrel-like, chattering ratatosks scampering up and down the notched grain as specks interspace.
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*Lucadia
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Once official word had been given to Argent, the hosting spelljammer pilot made preparations that day, having scouted out a more regular path through Arborea and back, imagining the portal still be there in the hours time. A sign post has been placed in the great market directing those attending the funeral to come to his ship stationed by the Brux portal and to mind themselves while on board.
For the occasion he dressed in black and white with his hair down, tinted a shade of grey. This done nothing to mute though his rather detached and carefree expression though. Grieving was not exactly something familar for the wizard to do, but mentally thought it was a good thing for Miranda to do and say the goodbye she needed. Or perhaps the dead red husband had long been a fixture on his ship in a coffin, having long hours to comtemplate at night. If only the dead could speak they know.
Either way, the location made him excited though. He not been close to the branches of the World Tree in nearly a century and a half, a part of its spirit having reached into even the best forgotten demi-plane of Dread. He could be surprised himself Miranda had arranged such also, but understandable that perhaps where one falls in love at is the best to let go.
And so he waited, letting down the cloaking on the ship to revevil the imperial elven navy ship, tucked in tight between two buildings on her on platform, leafy sails being the brightest green in the clerks ward, almost as if they was waving in the wind to invite those that came.
For the occasion he dressed in black and white with his hair down, tinted a shade of grey. This done nothing to mute though his rather detached and carefree expression though. Grieving was not exactly something familar for the wizard to do, but mentally thought it was a good thing for Miranda to do and say the goodbye she needed. Or perhaps the dead red husband had long been a fixture on his ship in a coffin, having long hours to comtemplate at night. If only the dead could speak they know.
Either way, the location made him excited though. He not been close to the branches of the World Tree in nearly a century and a half, a part of its spirit having reached into even the best forgotten demi-plane of Dread. He could be surprised himself Miranda had arranged such also, but understandable that perhaps where one falls in love at is the best to let go.
And so he waited, letting down the cloaking on the ship to revevil the imperial elven navy ship, tucked in tight between two buildings on her on platform, leafy sails being the brightest green in the clerks ward, almost as if they was waving in the wind to invite those that came.
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*witchinghour
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The Half Elf donned her bleak vestments. They weren't dismal, but they were simple. Hooded robes, grey with white trim. Odd little symbols decorating the cuffs. She smiled fondly and longingly at the little symbols a moment as she donned the vestments. Agar had hand stitched the sigils after the robe arrived from the capital. Normally its deep blue robes if there is a higher ranking priest there, but she is to be presiding over the ceremony and ignition of the pyre, grey was required. Drawing the cowl up and pinning her beloved and worn badges of Kelemvor and Jergal, to each shoulder respectively, keeping Kelemvor closest to her heart; she set out early in the cycle to the astral, letting her elf make his own preparations.
The Astral was the closest she could really get to her deity, and where most she asked for guidance. This time she had brought her makeshift altar, prepared herbs and incense, and as well as her prayer book and grimoire. She had to prepare the thing she needed for the ceremony. Finally placing her solemn silver mask over her face, a tradition her temple and others had kept. To remind themselves of a fair judge, as Kelemvor is. Once set up, she began her rituals of blessing the required materials and going over texts she had written out for the service. Her treasured symbol glowing slightly in assurance as she prepared. Of particular note, the letters she asked Miranda to write out, have been paired with her own drawings of strange sigils. Tucking those loose papers into a pocket within her robed sleeve, she respectfully took down her travel altar to head back home until it was time.
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It didn't take more than a few hours. She did get up early after all, coming back at a resonable time to await and help with what ever few preparations were left with others. Mask remaining on her fair in its eerie mystery throughout the passing time.
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Upon entering the plane and stepping foot onto the green grass, the priestess took a deep breath. Despite the alignment of the plane not quite agreeing to her, she longed for real nature, and the one and only world tree stood before her. Grimoire in hand, the half elf awaited worded wishes and instruction as she looked around, taking in the serene vista more happily. Death and funerals never bothered her. She had grown too accustomed to them in her time, comfortably numb. Letting the fresh air get to her, trying to open up an empathetic calming sensation for the others, and Miranda herself especially..
The Astral was the closest she could really get to her deity, and where most she asked for guidance. This time she had brought her makeshift altar, prepared herbs and incense, and as well as her prayer book and grimoire. She had to prepare the thing she needed for the ceremony. Finally placing her solemn silver mask over her face, a tradition her temple and others had kept. To remind themselves of a fair judge, as Kelemvor is. Once set up, she began her rituals of blessing the required materials and going over texts she had written out for the service. Her treasured symbol glowing slightly in assurance as she prepared. Of particular note, the letters she asked Miranda to write out, have been paired with her own drawings of strange sigils. Tucking those loose papers into a pocket within her robed sleeve, she respectfully took down her travel altar to head back home until it was time.
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[/align]It didn't take more than a few hours. She did get up early after all, coming back at a resonable time to await and help with what ever few preparations were left with others. Mask remaining on her fair in its eerie mystery throughout the passing time.
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Upon entering the plane and stepping foot onto the green grass, the priestess took a deep breath. Despite the alignment of the plane not quite agreeing to her, she longed for real nature, and the one and only world tree stood before her. Grimoire in hand, the half elf awaited worded wishes and instruction as she looked around, taking in the serene vista more happily. Death and funerals never bothered her. She had grown too accustomed to them in her time, comfortably numb. Letting the fresh air get to her, trying to open up an empathetic calming sensation for the others, and Miranda herself especially..
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*Steamer567
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When Gallent the golem arrives, he takes his place by the tree and reverts to his customary statue mode. He watches vigilantly over the grounds during the entire funeral. His head turning, while the body is perfectly still, to view the area. He ignores all who wish to interact unless they are of the Hyrimo Clan or Miranda then he answers or moves or whatever is needed of him. There he will remain for the duration of the funeral, unless instructed to move elsewhere.
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*WhenWizardsWar
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As those who decide to wish to attend begin to arrive by what ever means they have access too, they are greated by both an amazing visage that is the great world tree Yggdrasil and a sombre view as well. In a clearing about two hundred feet from the impossible large tree, where one of its roots vanishes into the ground, lies a tall rectangular mound of interlaced and stacked wood with a smooth flat platform in the middle of it. The traditional funeral pyre stands carefully prepared, resting at it its almost five and a half feet in height. The wooden structure appears to be made of Zalantir wood and has a very fine and expensive looking peice of cloth drapped across the top.
The funeral dais sits flanked by four tall banners, red of color with the well known symbol of Thay clearly visable on each one, the signs glowing faintly with a soft gentle magic. The clearing of ths ceremony is clearly outlines by a few other carefully placed banners, and five carefully positioned iron golems, one on each corner of the area.
Its a simple set up but one whos purpose is clear, it is a place where one intends to say goodbye.
As the people begin to trickle in, Byrnwyld carefully directs people to the seats set up at the base of the dais, only a dozen or so are arranged as only a handful of Mirandas closest friends and allies are expected to attend but extra participants arnt excluded from potential.
Meanwhile, on Argents vessel, Miranda sits in the quarters set aside for her. A mirror reflects her visage back at her as Edwin, her now ten month old son squirms in her arms as he tries to figure out why his mother is crying so heavily.
She waits, she waits for Argent and Danae and Itsu to move the preserved remains of her husband into the glade, she waits for the kelemvorian to inform her that the ritual is ready..
She waits to say goodbye.
The funeral dais sits flanked by four tall banners, red of color with the well known symbol of Thay clearly visable on each one, the signs glowing faintly with a soft gentle magic. The clearing of ths ceremony is clearly outlines by a few other carefully placed banners, and five carefully positioned iron golems, one on each corner of the area.
Its a simple set up but one whos purpose is clear, it is a place where one intends to say goodbye.
As the people begin to trickle in, Byrnwyld carefully directs people to the seats set up at the base of the dais, only a dozen or so are arranged as only a handful of Mirandas closest friends and allies are expected to attend but extra participants arnt excluded from potential.
Meanwhile, on Argents vessel, Miranda sits in the quarters set aside for her. A mirror reflects her visage back at her as Edwin, her now ten month old son squirms in her arms as he tries to figure out why his mother is crying so heavily.
She waits, she waits for Argent and Danae and Itsu to move the preserved remains of her husband into the glade, she waits for the kelemvorian to inform her that the ritual is ready..
She waits to say goodbye.
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*Aidan Airna
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*Corenlia is seen at the funeral, dressed in a simple full length satin black gown with silver trim. Single vibrate Red Rose is held in one hand with a black satin ribbon tied in a bow upon it's stem, flutters softly in the breeze.*
* Cornelia's eyes slow moves about taking in the view in its entigherity, eyes finaly settle upon the World Tree. While she waits for the proper time to give the rose to Miranda, along with her sincere condolences. *
* Cornelia's eyes slow moves about taking in the view in its entigherity, eyes finaly settle upon the World Tree. While she waits for the proper time to give the rose to Miranda, along with her sincere condolences. *
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*Negative Moon
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Upon receiving word from Miranda that she was ready to leave Sigil and go to Asgard, Moon and those of his clan that showed up in time to attend at the funeral as her honor guards would escort the wizard on her journey to the funeral place. He would be seen at Miranda's side only when not specifically requested the opposite by the wizard.
His clothes were simple, a deep black shihakusho made of silk with little golden dettails. Hanging from his belt a ceremonial katana and three wakizashis.
During their whole journey he decided to stay silent if not strictly necessary the opposite or mostly just answers in monosyllabes, probably his way to show respect towards the situation.
Finally arrived at Asgard, Moon would leave Miranda in the care of his brother Itsuyashi moving to the designated area for the funeral to secure the place and meet with few of the curious folk that had gathered to watch the event, some acquaintances he had met while on a previous vacation with his brother.
Done checking the area and with everything ready for the event, he would take his designated position, a spot that would better let him spot before hand any danger or trouble were those about to happen, watching over those that had a more prominent role for the funeral.
His clothes were simple, a deep black shihakusho made of silk with little golden dettails. Hanging from his belt a ceremonial katana and three wakizashis.
During their whole journey he decided to stay silent if not strictly necessary the opposite or mostly just answers in monosyllabes, probably his way to show respect towards the situation.
Finally arrived at Asgard, Moon would leave Miranda in the care of his brother Itsuyashi moving to the designated area for the funeral to secure the place and meet with few of the curious folk that had gathered to watch the event, some acquaintances he had met while on a previous vacation with his brother.
Done checking the area and with everything ready for the event, he would take his designated position, a spot that would better let him spot before hand any danger or trouble were those about to happen, watching over those that had a more prominent role for the funeral.