The Legend of Ironsword

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It was a bitter day in swamps of Mardon, with an usual frost which had set in for the past week.  Wind howled through the streets, spraying snow onto the paved streets and obstructing the sun overhead.  It flowed in through the cracks in the door, the spaces in between the windows, and through the leaky roof.  

 

Inside of a modest cottage, Mattington Ironsword lay in his cot, covered by layers of blankets and flanked by his two sons Philip and James Ironsword.  Mattington knew that the end had finally come, as his fever continued to rise and his strength continued to fall.  The man had lived a legendary life, something most other men would only read of in tales of past.  He had risen from relative obscurity, making his career  of a Felsen guardsman into that of an Imperial Knight, leading the Imperial Legion and eventually holding land of his own in service to the Emperor.  

 

Mattington was 80 years old, having survived 5 emperors since the time of John Sigismund.  He had served all 5 with courage, loyalty, and pride.  

 

"You did your best father, " James replied.

 

"No!" grunted Mattington, "I failed my family.  I could not give you what you deserved. I could not give you the land you are entitled to, and I cannot-," he'd be cut off with a striking pain which had knocked the wind out of him.

 

Philip would grip his fathers hand tightly as Mattington struggled with the pain.  He seemed to grow infinitely more tense, but Philip went on.

 

"You did more than any father could've done and we love you all the more father." replied Philip.

 

Mattington would exhale deeply at the sound of his son's voice, the pain seeming to slowly drain from his body.  His hand, gripping Philip's, would go limp as his eyes stared off into the void above.  His lips would be smiling, presumably at his son's last words.  He could rest in peace.

 

He was finally dead on the 19th of Snow's Maiden 1609.

 

 

A portrait of Ser Mattington Ironsword "The Unlikely", Lord of Alford, circa 1582.

 

 

 

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King Arthur Horen would take the time out of his busy day to dedicate a short prayer to Ser Mattington Ironsword. He couldn't but smile at the end, remembering the memories of fighting alongside the brave warrior during the Mardon-Courland conflict.

 

"A loyal soldier."

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"You will be remembered, if not in life, then in death."

 

Remarks Peter Sigismund, praying that the late Mattington Ironsword has a safe journey to the Seven Skies.  

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"And thus, a generation has passed."

 

Commented Mercer a prior Orenian Legionnaire, dwelling amongst the seven skies above - near all of his comrades he had served with in the years of yore present with him.

 

"Jack, William, Baldur, Mattington and so many others."

 

"We rest, brothers."

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Philip looks to James, then back to the seat his father had been in. He curses and shuts his eyes in frustration, "We'll miss you, father. You tried your best and we'll never forget that." Philip shakes his head sadly, and James pats him on the back to console him.

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Philip and Bradshaw both welcome the legendary knight to the seven

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Robb Bridgewater would smile as he watched Mattington enter the seven.

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