The Ending of Emaine Macha, But the Legend Lives On
Posted on January 15, 2012 by
newsletter by: CaeraWhen I was entrusted with writing the ending of Emaine Macha, I was overwhelmed. So how does one begin to tell the tale of a home which was the longest running medieval roleplay room on line, spanning over 15 years? I know this writer is unable to do so without weaving in the story of the character who it began with.
We begin with an infant, nurtured and raised by dragons, named Drago. When old enough he wandered from the deep forest, found a small kingdom named, Cardonia and in his own words, “his journey began”. Through effort and training he rose in ranks to become Lord Drago. This is where my character Anne, met this dashing, charming young man. He had a way about him of drawing others to him, filled with mischief and seemingly unquenchable desire for adventure. Soon he found himself part of group of men, called the Bastards Three, TBT. If memory serves me right, they were Lords Drago, Tristram and Charles. Their name really said a lot about the debonair trio, who the ladies swooned over.
In time, Lord Drago moved on from Cardonia and “Blessed and guided by the Goddess Morgan, He was led to build what has become known as Emaine Macha…”. This story you can read about in Rutger’s article of the
July Issue. For now with sadness I begin the story of ending of Emaine Macha and the death of King Drago.
There had been reports an army massing on the borders of Emaine, and to investigate this, King Drago and his brother, Lord Ramius went to the northern border to see for themselves what was taking place. When they reached the border, Ramius and Drago found the reports were greatly understated. The crusaders armies were vast and on the move crossing the border. It was up to the two of them to do their best to try to hold the line until Emaine’s army could arrive and take over. King Drago send a messenger back to the castle to inform the Captain of the Guard what was taking place and orders to gather the army and get there as quickly as possible.
After sending the messenger, the king and his brother, took dragon form and began engaging the crusaders. Laying down fields of fire to block their advance and splitting the large battalions into smaller groups to take them out as they could. Even with their efforts, the numbers were too great for them and they kept losing ground. The army mobilized, along with King’s Knight, Michellena, aka orchid, along with Countess Victoria, Lord MacLeod, Knight of Emaine and others of Emaine took the field of battle, meeting the enemy.
Messengers were quickly sent to the kingdoms and the realms. The friends and allies had a short notice to gather their armies and make their way to Emaine, but come they did in great numbers. All fought valiantly to stop the onslaught of the crusaders, but to no avail. The enemy took the castle, setting fire to the contents and showing no mercy in the battle. The tide turned when the King was struck down. Even with the support of allies and friends who had come to their aid, it still seemed as if it was too little, too late.
The word came to fall back. With great sorrow upon their hearts, the few survivors of Emaine Macha, their friends and allies reluctantly fell back. To keep the enemy from desecrating the body of his brother, the fallen King Drago, Lord Ramius flew over and set fire to his remains and that of his faithful companion, orchid, Knight Michellena. After which, he immediately flew to Queen Ahreen; gathering her in his talons, swept her away from the carnage, taking the queen to her Elvish family, who will keep her protected. Then Lord Ramius returned to his home, Castle Morgana and his mate, the Lady Briana.
The great kingdom of Emaine Mache along with her King, Drago is gone from the realms, but certainly not from memory and the legend lives on.
(Below is the original post written by Queen Edfeil of Windstorm from Caera’s account to her and posted on the Windstorm message board. In it she expressed the emotion felt by our characters who had known King Drago and his kingdom for many years.)Quote
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A guard had arrived in the hall announcing a messenger, following almost on his heels it seemed. The Caernarfon crest had granted him access without delay. The look in his eyes of one who had seen too much battle. She would rise even as he knelt, her mouth opening to ask questions, yet the scroll he lifted up to her with bend head stopped her.
The first thing she saw was the seal. And thus she breathed again, a dragon in red wax, Caera’s seal. She was alive. None, nae even Kendrick would us it. There had been battle she nae had expected it to happen so soon yet she could see it in the face of the man who held out the missive. But at least Caera was alive. Was there victory to be celebrated? Hope for a moment took wings within her heart as she took and unrolled the scroll, Caera’s hand. And then, as her eyes went over the lines, her heart faltered. Tears filled her eyes as she sat down slowly. The messenger awaited word, the master sergeant looked concerned and both awaited her reaction. She nae had the luxury any more to think of what was in her heart first. And thus she lifted her head and with a voice that nae quavered said:
“Pritthee, tell her majesty I be grateful to her for sending me the tiding, nae matter how I wish it nae had to be send. Windstorm will be open to any of the refugees that need a home, and will be helped through the remainder of winter. And if.. Caernarfon needs our aide. It will be given. As to the King… *she stopped speaking only a moment. It hurt. It hurt too much to pretend she was strong and above it.* He will be mourned and remembered. Tell her, I await further word. Pritthee, go and take food and drink. Cara will offer ye such in the kitchen with me blessing. I will have the Pretty Boat itself readied so ye can return swifter and safer.*There nae was a need to add further loss. She reread the lines swiftly written and saw that tears had blurred the ink in two places. Those of Emaine had fought valiantly till the end when the order came to fall back before all were lost. But King Drago had been felled by an arrow, even as the castle burned. When would there be an end to it? When would they be able to stop being vigilant and worry of naught but the tilling of the earth? She looked up again and met the blue eyes of the Master Sergeant, simply watching.*Have the flag lowered to half mast. *she ordered softly* King Drago be dead. Emaine has fallen. Windstorm will enter full mourning for a week. *she nae had the right to give in to more. He had been a friend, nae a relative. Deepest grief must be given to those of his blood and lands and legacy. Yet the pain went deep.*I will have mass said.. *she added quietly. And then with a breath pulled deep from within as if to gather strength she straightened.* We will need to make preparations to offer whatever be needed for those that survived. Rooms, food, supplies and tent canvas that might be send. They would pray for Drago and mourn him. And in his memory offer what aide they could to those he had lived and died for.*… end quote
King Drago’s final post
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catches Ma girl in Ma arms as she presses her chest to Mine, finding comfort for the first time in two days at her lips pressed to Mine… Having been spun around, I cast Ma gaze for the first time back towards the castle, words become stuck in Ma throat, still clutching Ma girl, squeezing her to Ma chest now as My eyes fill with tears pon finally seeing the flames lighting the night sky from the direction of Emaine’s Castle, our home. Rests Ma chin pon Ma girl’s shoulder as Ma body begins to shake against hers, eyes closing as I start praying from those good souls back in the castle and surrounding village… before I could get much of the prayer said in Ma head, teary eyes flash open once again quickly… blue eyes now WIDE as I feel the kiss of an arrow tween Ma shoulder blades, piercing My heart and into orchid’s chest. As we both fall to the ground, the sounds of battle begin to fade, as does the light of the fires and the flame of life…..-King Drago, Emaine Macha