Died: Ascended to the Ancestral plan to stand beside the Hunter when all attempts to remove Calligar’s curse failed.
Obituaries
A noble heart, a regal mien,
And every inch a glorious queen,
Who smiled upon us every day:
That was Queen Eloise’s way.
She walked alike with high and low,
And to her people did she show
Fairness and justice all the while:
That was Queen Eloise’s style.
And when her time was drawing near
She no reluctance showed nor fear,
But when her hour came to die
She faced death with her head held high.
Now rides our Queen eternally
Out to the Hunt we cannot see,
And though we see her not, we know
She still smiles on us, here below.
And so we mourn, and yet have pride,
Our nation’s courage magnified.
O may good fortune send us, please,
Another like Queen Eloise!
I will miss her.
Quex.
I will not write too much about my Queen because I will let others do that. Sir Gawain asked for her story to be told at the campfires and in the taverns so that it can live and be more than a record in a library. This is the will of the Hunter and so if you can find me and ask then I will tell you her story. It might be long or short but it will be the story that matters at the time and her memory will live on. I cannot incant in the name of the Lady of the Greenwood but I can pray and I can tell you that she was and she is my friend and she led us well. Farewell Eloise.
Sir Graf Dog, Countess Carlisle
Where to Begin, in such sad times.
Well it is known the mistrust between Dwarf and Elf, going back to ages past. The wars, the grief, the suffering, the needless death. So it’s not easy for a Stubborn Dwarf from the Ironhold like myself to admit, but it seems not all I have been told about Elves was true. Some surprise you, some amaze you and for a select few you may even bend the knee and follow them to whatever end.
For this is one of those tales, an Elf who inspired a nation. A Queen who ruled with passion, strength, and fire, a fire hotter than any Dwarven forge. All for the Albione nation whose love for their Queen is undying.
Although I could not swear my oath to Queen Eloise, for I am already oathsworn to my own King, my Uncle, King Magnor, The King within the mountain. It should be noted still, I would have followed Queen Eloise into the very fires of hell had she wished it. I had given my word freely to defend her and the Albion throne. Once given a Dwarves word cannot, will not be broken.
Of Eloise I would say this she fought and died for what she believed in. Eloise lived her life for the betterment of all her people, Human, Elf, dwarf, Beastkin alike. She fights on still it is said on the ancestral plane. Eloise may have been an Elven Queen, but to me she has the heart of a Dwarven warrior.
Many years from now Rhunkie willing when my life on the egg has been spent and my forge has lit its final fire, I Hope to take my place in Govannan’s halls. With the strength of heart Eloise possessed it would not surprise me to see her there drinking with Grumbar, Freya, Thordin and Govannan. For Eloise was a Queen for all and I feel privileged to have served her court.
Behind my gruff exterior and matted beard, I look out through eyes that are no stranger to death. As I look out across the land the egg seems a shade darker since Eloise’s light has gone out and she has moved on in her journey.
We dwarves of the Ironhold have a lot to learn about the surface world. Souls like Eloise are why we venture out of our holds in search of knowledge. Queen Eloise taught me many things in my short time of knowing her.
I now have to take up my uncle’s seat on the Stone Council and rule the Ironhold as Thane. I pray if I can rule just half as well as dear Queen Eloise I shall Leave this world a happy dwarf.
To anyone who reads this account, join me, raise a glass, look deep inside and remember what Queen Eloise Hunter meant to you.
Iron within Iron without!
Olaf ‘The Hammer’ Ironshield, Thane of The Ironhold of Trinity Reach
As the leaves fall,
and the wind blows,
the colours change and the sun glows.
As time moves on the seasons flow,
the clock turns and life grows.
The pattern ages and moves through the cycle,
until one day it reaches the end of its spiral.
We cannot be where you are,
however Eloise you shall always be in our heart.
by Kachina
I write this account with tears in my eyes and the heaviest of hearts, Queen Eloise, first of that name, is gone from us. She was the Queen of our nation, every being that she ever smiled upon felt that they knew her, that was her gift to the people and they loved her. They will all feel her loss but before she smiled on them, she was my friend.
When my world was dark she brightened it. We fought side by side, shared laughter and tears. If I could, I would have given my life to save her. To take her place and let her continue on this plane at the side of her devoted husband Lazarus.
I loved her with all my heart and of all the deaths I have witnessed in my time this one cuts the deepest. My life will never be as bright as it was when she was a part of it.
I am being selfish, my grief is for my own loss, she is not lost, she fights by the side of The Hunter as Lady of the Greenwood. I know she is with us and will continue to protect her people but I am unable to see her beautiful smile, hear her joyous laughter or share hugs with one of the warmest, kindest and funniest of people I have ever had the privilege to know.
I could not begin to list all the sacrifices she has made to save Albion but the greatest sacrifice was her selflessness, what greater legacy could there possibly be for a small elf from the Greenwood?
Scarlet
Master Healer of Albion Friend to Eloise Hunter
Position: Queen of Albion
Group: The Hunters
Barony: Castleford
County: Ellenbrooke
Duchy: Gloucester
Race: Elf
Queen Eloise Hunter is of the noble Hunter bloodline known as House Hunter.
Her fat
her, Lord of the Greenword, Lord Calin, led the Hunters Alliance which was
responsible for the formation of the Harts under Queen Elspeth. After Calin, Eloise’s
brother Tylendel led the Hunters for some years. Now Eloise’s husband and distant
cousin, Lazarus Hunter, leads the noble house.
For three years as the High Incantor of Albion, Eloise rallied faith across the land
and became strongly connected to Gawain, the avatar of the Hunter. When Albion
faced destruction, Gawain chose to link her fate to that of the land of Albion. At the
Gathering of 1113, the Trinity chose Eloise to become Queen of Albion, the first of a
royal Hunter bloodline.