A grim day for the citizens and nobles of Vest, now that their lord is no longer.
Leaving no heir that can ascend the throne in your place after your death could cause everything to change, and the people know, the overall mood is tense.
But for now, the streets fill with commoners to witness the rare passing of a sovereign.
Vestor1 Eridon II, closing his eyes for good on the age of 72.
As the large doors of the Vetrias Church opened and allowed for a delicate ray of light to illuminate the gray, depressing floor to truly announce the death of a greatness, all the nobles, advisors, military officers and members of the royal family, went serenely quiet.
Ten strongly build men on each side, ceremonially clothed to carry the coffin towards the altar, marched forward. Their armor, highly aesthetic as it was covered with swirls made of gold, that glowed like blonde hair on a summer day, thanks to the sun kissing the pure precious metal that was forged with great craftsmanship in Kost