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A small booklet was found in the knights belongings: letters and a will should anything had befallen the knight in his line of duty. A precaution taken when the fall of Aveos began.

Why Writing a Diary can Save your Life

"While it may  be viewed as morbid I carry about a list of belongings and letters to give to my loved ones, I consider it an assurance to myself that they will hear me one last time before I go.. in a sense. I wish for whomever is presiding as arch duke upon my death to be the distributor of my will:"
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To Therin; I leave my war maul 'Nature's Reject'. It isn't anything special to be honest other than it is one of the only two handed weapons I ever created.. Feel free to keep it for yourself or pass it on to someone within our military who you believe to serve Petra FIRST. This weapon was made to defend Petras people first.. I ask it not be given to those who would use it for selfish deeds. You were the first to welcome me into Petra.. you shielded me from the cold with your cloak and ensured I was fed. It was why I followed you all these years... you were my king, my archduke, and my father figure. I hope I didn't cause you too much trouble. 

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To Symon; My father. I leave you the wolf cloak I have refused to be rid of all these years despite how ragged it has become. It was our first hunt. Do you remember? We were clearing out Petras' fields of sickened predators when we found this poor beast. You provided me a home. A family. I will never forget that. Even if I squabbled with my siblings one too many times. No amount of words could be used to thank you and show my love for you father. I hope this cloak shows it instead.

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To Thomas Von Theonus & Ivy Von Theonus: Perhaps in poor taste I leave you my amatii hand. A final joke before I leave you to try and make you smile one last time. I can offer you this hand whenever you need it now. But.. more importantly, I leave you the fang of the river serpent I collected as a child. Remember how you told me not too get too close? And yet I rode that river serpent as if it were a horse. I can't imagine the stress I caused the pair of you. You were both my greatest mentors. You built me up despite the times I fell short. I have you to thank for helping me become the man I was. 

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To Inti Pachaktiq: My little star. I know no matter when this letter finds you it will always be too soon for you and I am sorry. Do not despair.. do not let my passing tear that smile from your face nor shadow your love for the skies. You are loved. You are important. You are treasured. Never. Never forget that... I leave you "Shooting star". The first weapon I was ever bestowed. I know you will take care of it. Take care of our family and do not let this world dim your light. I will guide you, somehow. 

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To my beloved wife Gloria: There is no amount of finery, wealth, time, songs, or experiences I could give you that would express the amount of love I have for you. Do not let my passing lead you to ruin my love. Remember the day we met? In the rain? Whenever the heavens rain down upon you, think of me. It will be me reaching out to remind you that I will be waiting for you. My love.. I leave you my ring and "Tyr's Beak". May my blade defend you even with my physical body cannot. ᛁ ᛚᛟᚢᛖ ᛁᛟᚢ.

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To my Children: I love all four of  you so much.. and if you are reading this I am gone too soon. I am sorry I was swept away by duties. By war. But do not think for one second that means I do not love any of you. You are a part of me and your mother made flesh. You are the embodiment of love.. I just wish I could have given you all so much more.. I leave you my 'Algiz cloak', my axe, my helm, northern saxifrage flower, Stag figurine, and my wealth. Items are only a fraction of what I wish I could have given you but please... please take this final word from your father. I love you. All of you. Do not forget to use your voice first before your weapons. 

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To Corann; My old friend. You were severely misunderstood and for that I am sorry I did not protect you enough.. not to my standard. You saw the world through a different lenses and helped me see. I won't forget the pranks, the laughs, and the kindness you brought me. I leave you my multi-tool.. keep fixing the world old friend. Someone has to.

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To Aunty Mattae Asadha: You were very much an aunty to me all these years. That stern voice in the back of my head keeping me in check to ensure I did right. I will never forget all the good you did for me. My only regret is I feel as if I did not do enough good for you in turn. I leave you my Lorraine. Keep it close, so that I may be with you always. Maybe we will see each other again.

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On 1/24/2026 at 4:34 PM, ChainedDragons said:

To Corann; My old friend. You were severely misunderstood and for that I am sorry I did not protect you enough.. not to my standard. You saw the world through a different lenses and helped me see. I won't forget the pranks, the laughs, and the kindness you brought me. I leave you my multi-tool.. keep fixing the world old friend. Someone has to.

Corann looked down to the tool in his hand. He flipped it about. Fiddled with its contraptions. Already were the thoughts and ideas buzzing through his mind of what it could be used for. But above them all, there was the dour thought of Hart having passed, feeling as though he didn’t do enough. 

 

Prayers in Vel’luah were offered on behalf of his human friend. Fumbling remembrances of what would have been said hundreds of years ago. And along with them came the request that wherever Hart then lay, he’d know it was all more than enough. In a time of fear and anxieties, Corann had rather needed the laughs. 

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