SayenDeath recorded 1112
Fell during the final assault against Morgana Le Fae
Cap’n Magdellon Ironhoof
We often say “Join the Crows. See the World. Die Alone”. People laugh at that, and they have every reason to. For while they still live, some men and woman make it their life to guard others and protect the things that matter to them – even if it means sacrificing them at the last.
That’s what we mean when we say “See the World” – we see it for all its beauty. By “Die Alone” we mean that we’re willing to lay down everything, even the sweet embrace of a death beside our friends or at the side of our ancestors if it means they live on. Sayen very much embraced those principles, her story beginning in Keswick fighting the unliving and ending when she held her ground to buy us time to escape when all hope seemed lost. When I say those words, our motto, our battle-cry – I will remember her, her strength, her caring attitude and her belief to do whatever she could to help those around her, whether by eliminating boredom or eliminating the unliving.
Loyal Sayen, Chosen of the Crows of Albion, died in active service on the 13th day of the 10th month of the year, 1112. Her pattern now rests at the side of Nethras, and we bow to her bravery and tenacity as we look to the future – she is laid to rest with all the full honours, a Crow of Albion such as her deserves.
Merlon Barliansson, Captain of the York Battalion, Crows of Albion
Sayen was quiet, competent and strong, an ideal warrior by anyone’s standards. I cannot even begin to count the times I have seen her stand toe to toe with an enemy, fighting her hardest.
She was the type of fighter who you would be glad to have your back, who you knew would not run at the first charge. Our line was all the stronger for having her in it, and now we have been robbed of that strength. But she died in the field of battle, knee deep in the bodies of Morghana’s forces, fighting to defend the land she had come to call her home.
Her pattern rests with Nethras, her Ancestor, but her body lies in Milford, and will remain forever a sign of the Crows and will with which we defend the land. And I can think of no-one better to stand as a sign of our strength, and our determination.
May she live on strong in the Halls of Nethras..