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In Memory of Those Who Died in 1318
La Reine Mère Joan of Willow Creek
1273 - April 7th, 1318
La Reine Mère Joan was the wife of King Philip the Fair and the mother of King Louis X. Her marriage was one of respect and she was frequently given power and responsibilities by her husband. It was well known throughout the lands that if you wanted something from Philip, the best way to ensure it was to convince Joan.
Joan was also highly involved in seeking out matches for her children when the time came for them to be married. Instead of focusing solely on the politics, (although that certainly played a factor) she encouraged her husband and then later her son to ensure that the matches were, well, matches. Her main goal in life was to ensure her children were as happy in their lives as she had been.
Her husband's respect ensured that her children also held their mother in high esteem. When Philip passed away, Joan remained a powerful woman. Throughout her son's reign, she was one of his most trusted advisors. Up until her death, she was actively involved in politics.
As befitting a woman of her dignity, Joan passed away in her bed, accompanied by her eldest son and youngest daughter. The king has said that she passed into the Watcher's embrace with a peaceful smile on her face.
Joan is survived by her five living children and four living grandchildren.
Llewelyn Bren
1267 - June 14th, 1318:
Llewelyn was born a nobleman in Granite Falls. He had no true title because once Windenberg took over, his father was stripped of all of his titles - although, they were allowed to keep their lands.
Llewelyn married his wife, Llecelu, when they were both young. They had a fairly healthy marriage that produced many sons. Llewelyn always insisted that proved his true nobility and truly struggled to accept the Windenbergish taking himself and his countrymen's rights and titles from them.
This anger and resentment led him to plan a revolution, finding the support of other noblemen who had their birthright stripped from them and even bringing his own sons onto the battlefield. However, this revolution was not successful. It was a bloodbath and, seeing that the battle was lost, he surrendered himself to the earl Humphrey de Bohun (VII). He was arrested, but his older two sons managed to escape unscathed and return home.
While his imprisonment wasn't comfortable, he was kept well fed and safe. That is, until the baron Hugh Despenser showed up one day. He dragged Llewelyn from his cell and unceremoniously killed him. It is debated whether it was an execution or a murder.
Llewelyn is survived by his wife, Llecelu, and their six living sons.
Dowager Queen Margaret of Windenberg
1279 - September 7th, 1318:
Dowager Queen Margaret of Windenberg was a noble of Willow Creekian origin. She eventually married King Edward I of Widenberg in a political marriage as his second wife in the year 1299. Their union, while not a love match, was a solid one. Margaret was a quiet and yet stalwart pillar as a queen and when her husband's reign ended in 1302, she transitioned to one of her stepson's most loyal supporters.
Margaret only ever had one son, Prince Thomas. She did fall pregnant again after Thomas, but this led to a horrible miscarriage in which she almost lost her own life. It was highly suspected by her physicians after the fact that her body lost the ability to carry children. Instead of becoming bitter over this, however, she poured her love into her only son and the children of Edward II and his wife.
The Dowager Queen was found dead by her stepson, King Edward II, on the day of the summer harvest (September 7th) after, presumably, succumbing to overheating.
She will be fondly remembered by everyone as a stern but fair woman. Crown Prince Elfain and Princess Elanor will remember her as the woman who would sneak them desserts even when they were supposed to be rationing.
Margaret is survived by her son, Prince Thomas.
His Grace Duke Daemon Tagaryen
1256 - September 12th, 1318
Daemon Tagaryen was the Duke of Windenberg which in itself came with power and privileges. However, he managed to gain more power and standing by ensuring that not only did he marry Princess Joan, the daughter of King Edward I, but all of his children from his first wife married a royal. His daughter, Katerine, became queen of Windenberg through this arrangement. While it made their family tree look strange, it ensured that his lineage is the most powerful lineage in the entire Windenbergish realm.
It didn't take long for him to realize that his union with Joan wasn't just political, however. The two fell deeply in love and had three sons together. Unfortunately, the labor with the twins was incredibly difficult and the princess passed away, forcing the physician in attendance to cut the boys from her womb. In the aftermath, Daemon swore off marriage, proclaiming that his heart belonged to his wife forever.
Perhaps that's why in his elderly age, he didn't speak up when he felt his health declining and instead quietly handled his affairs and let himself slip peacefully into the Watcher's (and hopefully Joan's) embrace.
Daemon is survived by his six children and his four living grandchildren.
before 1266 - December 2nd, 1318
Father Walter de Stapleton was a Windenbergish bishop who served faithfully for many years. He was beloved in the community and was known to give advice to anybody who would come to his door.
Walter had a particular love for education. Throughout his lifetime, he helped fund (and indeed, founded) many educational programs and buildings.
As such, his legacy will outlive him.
December, 1318: The Knight's Training Ground, Windslar, Windenberg:
Hamo and Galiena hadn't found many excuses to be alone together since their discussion Christmas day. However, the young man managed to find an excuse.
The knights were training and he insisted that it would be good for them to observe. Just to know what they would be dealing with should the worst happen and they be spotted.
While that would be useful information, he noticed that his lover was becoming more and more withdrawn as her pregnancy became undeniable. She rarely smiled. She spent most days in her tent or huddled by the fire.
He managed to get her smiling, at the very least. He tried to reassure her that their future wasn't bleak, but she was struggling to hear it.
He'd heard talk of some women who would fall into fits of melancholy during pregnancy and after birth. He was determined to help her avoid this fate.
While none of his efforts made her feel any better about having a child in the near future, it was still a good day.
A bright spot in the stress of the past year. Hamo was glad to have provided that, at least.
In the midst of everyone else's drinking and merrymaking, Galiena knew that she had to speak to Hamo about the fact that she was with child. She knew she was. She had tried to deny it for some time, but her stomach was starting to swell and she hadn't had a cycle in nearly two months.
She stumbled through her words as she fought tears, clutching onto his hands as if they were her only lifeline. She didn't know how to go forward from here. He didn't seem happy about it either, his own face full of horror.
"We... Should we get... Should we get married?" She stumbled out, looking at him with wide eyes.
"A wedding would draw attention, darling."
"Let us just see what the future brings. What this child brings."
There was a chance that the child didn't even come. That the pregnancy didn't take, that the child was born sleeping... There were so many things that could go wrong.
"You're right." Galiena said, voice pinched. "You're right. I'm just scared."
"I know. I am too."
The two of them were quiet, letting those words settle between them. It wasn't until the others started calling Hamo's name that they started to pull apart. They were going to see if they could pick pockets of people stumbling home drunk after Christmas festivities.
"I have to go. We'll speak about this later, alright?"
Galiena nodded, making eye contact with him. She hoped that her eyes weren't filled with tears. She hoped that she wasn't that easy to read.
"I love you."
"And I love you. Don't get caught."
Christmas, 1318: Bandit Encampment, The Crumbling Isle, Windenberg:
Christmas morning started with the group huddled around a fire together, as most mornings do.
Ysemay regaled them with stories that her parents (both dead now, due to the famine) used to tell every Christmas. Retellings of the story of the nativity, tales of Christmas miracles, and some that were just fun to listen to.
When she ran out of stories to tell, she told everyone of her plan to make their Christmas a tad less depressing. They had a good haul this month and so, she had created a giant pile of presents.
Instead of their normal way of dividing up the loot, they'd each take turns opening the gifts. She even agreed to go last so she wouldn't have an unfair advantage.
The others agreed, gathering around in a circle. This was exciting, Ysemay was right.
Col went first.
Inside his giftbox was a rack of spices that they had stolen off of a nearby merchant's caravan. They didn't even feel guilty about stealing spices from the nobles. After all, the people in the village were starving. Why should they have exotic spices? Why shouldn't they take it?
Langvia's box was filled with carefully crafted candles. They had swiped it off of a table in the market. The craftsmanship was breathtaking.
They would be functional and bring a breath of life to their camp. It was hard to decorate when you live in the woods.
Hamo got a functional and expensive item.
A beautifully decorated tea set that they took off the same merchant who was transporting the spices. It would be useful and, if he decided to sell it, it would make him a great deal of coin.
Galiena got one of the best gifts of the bunch.
A cart. They found a cart abandoned on the side of the road and all together, they dragged it back to camp. It would be useful for the group, but it was officially hers now.
And finally, Ysemay opened hers. It was morbid, but useful.
A headstone. No name carved onto it just yet, but headstones cost a lot of coin. That was one less thing that she would have to worry about. A blessing.
Even if it did eat at her that she stole somebody else's security. She could only hope they had enough money for another.
December, 1318: Bandit Encampment, The Crumbling Isle, Windenberg:
Back at camp, there lived four others outside of Langvia. Two other young women and two young men. They had banded together during the famine and there was no sign of them breaking apart any time soon.
Two of the group, Hamo and Galiena, had developed a relationship of sorts. It was difficult to tell what they were, but they were enamored with each other.
More often than not, if they couldn't be found? They would be tangled in each other's arms. Giggling, kissing, laughing.
There was a betting pool among the others if they would get married one day. But, for now, they were just enjoying a youthful romance.
December, 1318: Old Covered Market, Olde Platz, Windenberg:
The donations kept flooding into the market; the community banding together in their time of need.
Now that it was winter, the donations were dwindling even further. People simply did not have as much to spare as they did before.
Amongst the volunteers was a girl by the name of Langvia. What nobody knew or suspected was that Langvia belonged to a group of bandits and only volunteered her time to see just how much the people in town knew of them.
Ever since they let the little Despenser free (none of them could stomach holding her hostage any longer and had only done so out of desperation,) they lived in a constant state of paranoia.
She was relieved to hear that the girl was adjusting well to being back home and they had no leads. They were safe. As safe as they could be in their little camp. On top of that, they now definitely didn't suspect her.
After all, what sort of bandit volunteers to mend the damage that they had a part in causing?
December, 1318: St. Mary's Priory, Windenberg:
Winter Sowing, 1318:
Fall Harvest, 1318:
Windenberg Harvest: Good!
Henford on Bagley Harvest: Barren
Willow Creek Harvest: Barren.
Tartosian Harvest: Barren.
Granite Falls Harvest: Barren
Glimmerbrook Harvest: Barren.