ISOLDE'S LAST WILL

[juliaINC 592]

 

TO MY

KIN AND TRIBE

 

AN MEINE VERWANDTSCHAFT UND MEINEN STAMM | TO MY KIN AND TRIBE

Issued by Hauptmann Isolde

In the year of our Lord 2008

 

 

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LET IT BE KNOWN, THAT THIS DOCUMENT IS THE SOLE DECLARATION OF MY LAST WILL.

 

To my son, THEODEMAR VON KANUNSBERG  — I leave unto you my direwolf fur pelt, that it may warm you when I can no longer do so.

 

To my son, FATHER WITMAR  — To you I leave my Book of Litaneien von Owinrich, which has guided me through all battles I have faced. I also leave you a pair of spectacles, as I cannot endure your constant squinting.

 

To my son, GOTTFRIED VON KANUNSBERG — Should you one day return from your travels, my collection of cigars and pipe shall be yours to claim.

 

To my grandson, LUDWIG VON KANUNSBERG —I leave you my Shortsword. Let it show the path to the men you will one day lead, for I foresee great things for you. I also leave you all other weapons I have not already bestowed upon another. You may place them in the armoury of the Host of St. Johann, or keep them for your own.

 

To my husband, ADELMAR VON KANUNSBERG — I leave unto you the Dual Eagled Signet Ring with which you proposed to me so many years ago, as a token of my gratitude for the time we have shared together.

 

To my brother-in-law, NIKOLAUS VON KANUNSBERG — I leave you a bottle of hair rejuvenation oil, for it may soon be of use, by the looks of it.

 

To my dear brother, VARIK VON WESENBURG — I entrust you with the safekeeping of my Speer der Löwin and the Juliaskjöld, weapons of Adalfriede's hird, until such time as a shieldmaiden of true worth arises to claim them.

 

To my friend, ESTMUND VON EHRENWALD — Since dark forces seem never to grant you respite, I leave you my collection of potions. Use them wisely, to protect yourself and your household.

 

To my friend, MOTHER JOSEFINA — I leave you my Hirdmanbrok, a gift from your mother many years ago. Let it serve as a reminder of me and of her, and of how we cherished you in our lives.

 

To my friend, IVONA STROHEIM — I leave to you my Träne earrings, as a token of our steadfast friendship.

 

Concerning SPEER DER LÖWIN AND JULIASKJÖLD  — Let Varik von Wesenburg, in his longevity, keep both weapons of Adalfriede’s hird until a worthy shieldmaiden emerges to claim them. I desire that this shieldmaiden be brought before the runestone of Adalfriede and her hird, that she might know the legacy she is to continue. Should either of these weapons be broken, let a shard of them be wrought into a new weapon.

 

Concerning MY GOLD — Let all of it be placed within the treasury of Reinmar.

 

 

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WER RASTET, DER ROSTET

 Isolde von Kanunsberg, Hauptmann of the Host of st. Johann, Hirdman to Princess Frederica of Reinmar

 

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Edited December 22, 2024 by juliaINC

[DogWithABanana 100]

The winter air breezed. The cold bite of night nipped at Estmund's fingertips as he held a letter that had arrived to him late into the evening.

His wife and children were sleeping soundly in the rooms behind him as he stood at the precipice of the manor's balcony overlooking the entire city of Kretzen.
 

He rubs his bruised shoulders and neck as he is briefly brought back with a flash to the battle just days before.

Through the bustle, Estmund only caught a glimpse of Isolde's body being taken away. He only stood there, sword lowered, and muttered prayers non-stop.

He opens the letter and finds it to be Isolde's will.

Teardrops wet the parchment as his trembling hands hit the stony surface of the balcony's railing.

Tears streamed between his fingers as he clutched his face twisted with grief. It had felt like all accumulated had suddenly fallen upon his shoulders, a delayed reaction.

His face burned and the cold nipped at his nose and cheeks. Sobbing into the night.