
My Fathers Funeral
I leave Ven'dara on my tarn, the sky is gray with clouds. Pointing the tarn towards Turia, Where my Father has passed . Arriving in time for the Ceremony. This is the full rite as an Initiate The body is laid on the pyre, sword unsheathed at his side, shield at his feet, his scarlet Caste colors about him. He faces the Sardar, to the north. All Free Men bare their heads. Initiate speak…
