[PK] OL' MATTEO - The Death of the Smith

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The Death of the Smith

 

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Only the second and third parts are able to be seen in character and only available to those that regularly roleplay in Avistra!

 

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Ol’ Matteo had a good day,

Finished his commissions and got a good pay.

 

Within the Throne Room, he ate a potato pancake,

However, the chef made a terrible mistake.

 

After the court was called to quit,

It was then that the latke hit.

 

Before the tears felt they’d drown,

Ol’ Matteo came tumbling down.

 

A crack was heard,

All vision blurred.

 

Avistra would cry and mourn,

There’d be no Ol’ Matteo the coming morn.

 

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The Last Will and Testaments of Matteo of Avistra

Written upon Horen’s Calling, 648 A.A.

 

It is with sound body and mind that I, Matteo of Avistra, write my final wishes to be executed by my lord and closest friend, Ser Meili Altwegg.

It was a blessing that I was taught to read and write by Lady Arya; without her, this will would have never been able to properly been put to paper and I must thank her immensely.

Upon writing this, I believe I’m seventy-four years old. The years tend to meld together when one only recently learned to count. Which is why I first wish for a proper, public library to be constructed within the Margraviate of Avistra, as well as be staffed by those who are always willing to step into the role as mentor to teach the populous literary and numerical skills. I served the people of Avistran proudly for many decades of my life, let this be my final act to the people who I carefully armed and armored.

The Executor of this Will holds a collection of letters that are only to be opened upon the event of my demise.

 

[!] The following would be sent to, and read only by, their specific recipients.

 

TO GIORGETA & GUILIA,

 

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My beautiful granddaughters, 

You’ve both grown into strong, bright young women; please always have each other’s back. Giorgeta, you will be made Guilia’s guardian upon my passing, keep your sister safe. I’m saddened that I won’t be able to walk either of you down the aisle or see your children running up and down the dirt paths as I did with you. The forge, shop, and house are yours. Remember to not run around the forge, the coals stay hot; if they're not, you know how to relight them.

 

Although I may not physically be there with you, girls, I am watching from the Skies with your grandmother as Avistra enters what could be the Golden Age of Lord Meili and Lady Arya’s reign. Always wear those bright smiles and bear that determination that you got from your grandparents. You are my kin, which means your spirits are harder than steel.

 

With all my love,

Grandpa

 

 

TO MY FRIENDS,

 

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My friends,

Please do not mourn my absence and death, celebrate the life we got to share with one another. Host a festival, be merry, it was always your smiles that kept me going. I’ve not much to leave behind, so I leave you with the memories that we shared, the battles we fought together. In victory or defeat, we got back up; our spirits are harder than steel.

 

Please, move into this new age for our home with a bright smile and a steely determination.

 

God Bless, my friends,

Matteo of Avistra

 

 

TO SER MEILI & LADY ARYA ALTWEGG,

 

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My closest friends,

I remember the day I first came to Avistra, how youthful were our eyes then. I remember the Wars we fought together, we stood side by side defending the home we built up and, eventually, called out the crimes of war our once-overlords in Drusco committed.

We were all there to see our children grow into fine men and women. It hurts that we share the pain of children preceding us, but I shall be among them in the Skies and keep them in line until you both arrive. Please don’t make that soon; trust me, I can handle them all.

Please make sure that my granddaughters stay upon the righteous path. They are my blood, so I must warn you will find the same stubbornness as you may have seen in me.

 

Have a funeral, but I implore you to host a festival, once the foundations of our new home in the South have been built up and brick is laid. My only regret is not being able to see this new age for Avistra, yet it should be the next generation that will thrive within it.

 

God Bless, my friends,

Matteo

 

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MATTEO OF AVISTRA

574 A.A. - 649 A.A.

 

MASTER SMITH OF AVISTRA

DRUSCAN LORD-SNATCHER

DANCED IN A RAIN OF ARROWS

 

DEATH BY PEGLEG_BOB STAIRS

 

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So concludes the tale of Matteo of Avistra, the Peasant-Smith. Honestly the first time I've written (and actually posted) a PK for a persona. With how beloved Matteo was to the Avistran community, it was only fitting to give him a proper send off like this.

 

In a world of extraordinary deaths and fantastical last stands, death by food poisoning and stairs is a rather uncommon, yet simple way to go.

 

Thank you, @Javert & @Plausifraunz, for dealing with my antics on Matteo and making him a memorable character to play and a cornerstone to Avistra.

Thank you, @tadabug2000 & @minarichankun, for wanting to play a couple of Matteo's grandkids and the absolutely goofy antics we got up to.

Thank you, @molly molly molly, for playing such a good friend of Matteo's; I can tell that he meant a lot to Zilvira.

Thank you to the Avistran Community as a whole. Matteo's story would've be nothing without the cooperative storytelling nature of LOTC.

 

Finally, congratulations to @Pegleg_Bob on killing a Digit persona, especially on a kid persona.

 

[tadabug2000 4918]

Giulia of Avistra had been stepping up to assist her aging grandfather down the steps, fingers mere inches away from his arm, when he went crashing down the steps. A cry stuck in her throat, rushing for him, but the Apothecary knew he was gone.

 

Grief swallowed her, and intent on carrying on his legacy, she made her plea to go on the coming expedition. To carry on his legacy, yes, but also to get away from the memories of the smithy.

[Plausifraunz 361]

The Margravine, who had long known the smith since the days of Avistra's establishment back on Aevos across the river from Ivoria, cried. Even as people had left her life, or were fated for the skies above, she steeled her heart. This time she was left broken. Arya had to declare him dead. He was cold the touch already, and the muscles tensed. Once he'd been taken to the morgue, she spent too much time up in her room.

The letter was delivered, handed to her. Arya clutched a copy of the will at her desk, inconsolable for the next few hours. Her head buried into the wood. "This isn't what I wanted for you, Matteo. You didn't even get to retire."  

Edited April 12 by Plausifraunz