The Last Will & Testament of Stefan Euler [PK]

[Gaja 1310]

 

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ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ & ᴛᴇꜱᴛᴀᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏꜰ

S ᴛ ᴇ ꜰ ᴀ ɴ   E ᴜ ʟ ᴇ ʀ

 

𐫰•━•⊰⬡⊱•━•𐫰

 

Stefan sat alone in the Ivory Tower of Eulersburg, gazing out at the town of Beznov below. The lights were on deep into the night, his tavern abuzz with newfound activity. In recent times, people had come seeking refuge and purpose–much like he had, so long ago.

 

A lot of people had met the mirthful man. Some had greatness flowing through their veins, others were destined for nothing more than a hole in the ground. Somewhere in the middle of that polarity sat the now-Count of Eulersburg.

 

He was no warrior or commander, no great thinker or powerful sorcerer. He had learned many day-to-day crafts, he was a serviceable advisor and productive albeit limited alchemist. But his greatest strength was one that no one truly cared for–his endless optimism.

 

He returned to help restore his ancestral home against all odds, brimming with hope. He pledged himself to leading his family for decades, through war and displacement not once but twice. Strife and death could not strike the smile from the man’s face.

 

And here he sat, as the horizon brightened before his eyes. He asked himself, what was the point of it all?

 

To make the world a little happier.

Did he succeed?

…Probably.

 

 ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ꜰɪɴᴀʟ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ, ꜱᴛᴇꜰᴀɴ ᴡɪᴛɴᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ ʜɪꜱ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱᴜɴʀɪꜱᴇ.

 

𐫰•━•⊰⬡⊱•━•𐫰

 

 

𐫰•━•⊰⬡⊱•━•𐫰

 

Three letters were left by the deceased, handed out to the intended recipients.

 

𐫰•━•⊰⬡⊱•━•𐫰

 

To Zygmunt Euler,

 

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My intended heir, in your bright eyes I see the future of this family. I wish for you to lead us into the next years, and find fulfillment in the endless opportunities you will be afforded. You are to be the next Count of Eulersburg. But I wanted to offer you a final gift–a quest.

In my years of brewing and cooking, I have learned much. I know it may not seem pertinent to you, but the effort and responsibility it will teach you will prove invaluable. I wish for you to learn how to brew an incredible liqueur from an unlikely ingredient–Elderberries. I wish for you to learn how to make our timeless Whale Steak. And I wish for you to be ready to sell the next generation our Euler Psychedelics.

Meet with Obok Metaldrinks, of Urguan, and learn how to brew.
Meet with the Cobbett who lives in Numendil, to learn merchantry.
And I wish for you to commandeer a ship upon a whale hunt, and make the steak.

Yᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ.

 

𐫰•━•⊰⬡⊱•━•𐫰

 

To Mateusz Sarkozic,

 

 

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You are the smartest Sarkozic I’ve had the pleasure of serving, Matt. Your grandfather was joyous and gregarious, but a nervous wreck when things went wrong. Your father was stalwart and reliable, but narrow-minded in many ways. You bear all their best traits and none of their worst.

 

You will be the man to guide the people of Adria through the coming years, and restore our once-great Duchy back to its former standing. I have no doubts, and all the faith in the world in you. Do not ever question your place, my friend.

 

Yᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ.

 

𐫰•━•⊰⬡⊱•━•𐫰

 

To Jenny,

 

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Remember my biggest wish, buddy?

 

Yᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ.

 

𐫰•━•⊰⬡⊱•━•𐫰

 

[Jihnyny 5233]

Every Jihnyny character would shed a tear in the loss of the good Stefan Euler.

[alienescence 1415]

A long deceased Tylosian Barclay would greet his old friend into the seven skies. 

 

[JakubJerboa 261]

Zygmunt basked in the light of the newly risen sun as he ascended the Ivory Tower. A quiet sigh upon finding his predecessor, passed away in well-deserved peace. 

He sat besides Stefan for a while, as the new reality set in, before descending from the Tower with a sense of purpose, and handful of letters.

[Helmet 1454]

The Cobbett stood within his workshop, blissfully unaware of the sorrow that had struck the world. 

 

White chalk clenched by hands of clockwork streaked against blue-dyed parchments, alchemical formulas and automaton-forging scripts written throughout it. 

 

Yet, at times, his mind would wander back to the fonder days of yore- drinks that were shared, the ingesting of what was meant to be snorted, the ideal and sensible prices for Euler Brand® harvested Herbs & Reagents. 

 

What was that one up to, the one of ferrum thought. He looked forwards to their next talk.

 

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apolgy for bad english
where were u wen Stefan Euler die
i was at house eating dorito when discord ring
"Stefan Euler is kil"
"no"

 

Edited April 11, 2025 by SlitheryC1

[sujilicious 173]

Ceru'wyn thought fondly of the few conversations she'd had with Stefan. A fellow pacifist, as few and far between they were, and they'd bonded over such in spite of how different they truly were as individuals. 

 

When she received word of the Euler's passing, she jotted his name down upon a notebook and uttered a silent prayer to the Aspects. Well wishes for his time in the afterlife, wherever he may be, and that perhaps he may find some semblance of peace there.

[marikandaperc 1817]

Ludmilla of Velec, an Adrian rebel who not only fought by the side of Stefan but also shared some good memories with the late-Baron grinned and cackled in evil fashion, reaching onto her stock of Euler-max to grab a drink. 
 

She could fondly recall their memories despite the necromantic curse that now plagued her soul, finding some solace in this dramatic death. Stefan was, truly, an icon of her time.

[Naufragium 614]

In between all things, and in shreds of faraway madness, a once-great man suddenly recalls the finest of all feasts—shrouded beneath the shell of a turtle. 

 

He knew then that the merriest of all men was no more, and the past was forever entombed. A tear was shed, for what was left of him could still mourn.  

 

"...Euler. Take your mirth to the Skies."

 

It was all he could muster. The final farewell from a Baron to a Duke.

 

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R.I.P the goat

(gaja of all time)

 

[Laeonathan 5889]

Raziel Amethil salutes to the most legendary Euler... 

[Baccaaa 490]

Upon learning of the death of Stefan, Regina would crank open an Euler Max and have a sip in tears.

[duplantis 19]

Sir Aslan thinks of the time he ran into Stefans arms at the beach, during a sunset as beautiful as the euler himself.

[Karningul 49]

Milo saddened by the death of Stefan Euler would take a Euler max to honour the Euler legacy.