A Last Letter

[Z3r05t4r 855]

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A last letter.

 

By times I am saddened that I have to write this, but I believe I have done what I was supposed to do. Heh, I will admit first thing outright. I fear death. Yet, how was I able to show such composure in all the dangers I faced? Only the creator knows, I presume.

 

If you are listening to this being read by a Stafyr Seargant, then you know I am certainly dead. Some may like to see me dead, others might be pleased less. Disregarding the opinions of all of you for this
once, I have died.

 

I presume it be always adequate to begin with telling about one self. So I shall.

 

I, Godwein Stafyr, born in the far-reaching lands of Asulon, in a distant lonesome village in the wilds called Rivacheg, son of Theor  Stafyr, the first he was to note, wish to tell you about my past. My life and things you might have not known about me, as many, so I might say, have never known about my life before I became a man of Oren.

 

Rivacheg was a snowy town, it resembled the Ildon of Asulon a lot. Or Ildon resembled it a lot. Can not say. I know it was founded by Thondorus Stafyr, my great grandfather, who tried what I achieved so many years later on truly. I know of Beorn. But not farther. Thondorus was the son of Hanethor the First, who was also the first son of Beorn. But let us leave family lines aside and focus on my own being, as writing down my practically non-existant life is limited to how much parchment I have lying here next to me.

 

The father was Theor. A tavernkeeper he was in these regards, mother Ravenna a waitress. My father was always so content with his life. He always told me, "Time gives.". Yet, as much as he seemed to fear it, time took our wife and mother, Ravenna. Plague, when it spread over Asulon. I miss her a lot. She used to be able to spice the meat so well with a few green plants from our garden. So father learned his lesson and died lonesome and of grief. By times I thought that was my fate as well. When he died, leaving me behind with Guiner and Marian. Oh, Guiner was a fine lad. He reminds me a lot of you Alistier. Speaking true. Yet brave enough to fight several warmongering thieves and bandits alone, only to protect our sister Marian. Marian herself killed one, dagger into his throat, but... it was no use. Since this is my dying note, I believe I can, no, I have to write what happened or what I have seen.  Marian was butchered brutally. They chopp... pped her hands... and feet... ripped out her.. hair...

 

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My uncles Hanethor and Uldorzil were two fine lads. Like a Graveth the Second and Farley. Was so long ago, I can not remember who was like whom. I presume that forty-six years do their deal to memories. Thinking back this life seems so unreal.

 

Grandfather teached me. And I fulfilled a last wish of him. I presume there is nothing else to be said.

 

How I came to the cloud temple... six years travelling aimless, being chased, imprisoned unjustly for two years, being shunned, a poor, coinless nobody amongst the masses of living beings. A mere mortal nobody. Grandfather teached me that time gives, yes, but that time also takes.That was my father's flaw.

 

I presume there is not much else of interest I can tell you about my past, many of it I have forgotten. So I shall say, I will head on to personal notes to different people who played a role of outmost importance to me.

 

 

Beginning with people, one should usually prefer family, yet I have chosen his Imperial Majesty, as he was the first person to take me up from the Cloud Temple and the first person... I worked for and somewhat lived for. I remember the day when you stood proud atop your horse, looking over the
people scurrying about the cloud temple. At that time I met you, you were not even surrounded by nobles and knights, like you use to be, whenever I encounter you. Nothing bad of course, yet in these regards I have to say, that I often wished for a very private chat with yourself, or to speak to you about things of my concern when you held audiences. But I was courteous and let others speak first. To my own demise, perhaps. Counting back, I only talked three times to you privately in my more than  forty
years of service to you. I do not grudge, do not misunderstand.

 

For my early life in the Empire of Oren, back then Kingdom of Renatus... where I cut the bloody trees for the plaza of Arethor, you gave me a place to stay. And I worked for it until it was paid, and then I was curious about the world and travelled. Many, many years. I still owe you about Two thousand logs of wood as tax I believe. I presume my travelling has teached me and helped me to be carved as the man I have been serving you.

 

A few notes about my service. I never betrayed you. Neither words, thoughts or actions. My grandfather teached me to hold onto a few principles and keep them upright. To be someone. To be a man. To be a bit more than just a mere mortal being, I concluded. And thus I served. As thanks for
giving me a place to live. To stay, to marry, to laugh, to talk and the unspoken permit to travel. The lonesome traveller steps off, your Imperial Majesty. I presume we may meet eachother again when the creator wills it. I crave to see my family. My sons, my wife, my siblings, my parents, my uncles, my grandpartents and all other ancestors I had. And to await all those who will come after me.

 

 

Now to my family, at least those who suffered to fate to outlive me. Edmund, for being the next to lead the house, I can only hope for best. I am unable to help you anymore when I am gone and you have to be strong. The family needs you and so does the Empire. Remain true to the principles. Remain true to yourself. Remain true to life. Most of the possessions of mine shall be handed to you, the Seargant will see to it. I never knew I had so many locks. A few hundred keys.

 

I know what you have done and achieved. And note, I am proud. The same goes for Farley, Leana, Altes, Munder, Aemon, Alistier and the poor Daniel who I only had the chance to meet once until now. By times I wished you were my children, but the knowledge that I am only a very very very distant "uncle" of yours put me back into my position. Sad fate it be. Yet I hope you do not grudge me for it. You were good to me and I thank you for that.

 

Farley, for you, I leave the old armor of Beorn to you. Emmanuel has worn it, with some adjustments you can easily wear it. As for my iron armor, you buried me with it, I believe, the silver one goes to Edmund. No idea if it fits you. I am not a broad build.

 

Leana, to you I leave the wedding ring I gave Alesira. Remember? The small golden one with the Emerald in it. I kept it for many years after her death. I hoped to use it again, as Alesira would have never wanted me to be alone. But now... time to pass it on. I wish you and Farley best of luck for the future. Nothing more can be told.

 

For the others I can only ask you to support Edmund in his new duty. And I can only wish you to make the best of  you.

 

 

For the high Lords and nobility of Oren... Let me begin with Chrestienne Valois. I presume it be enough to say that I die with a broken heart. Thank you for the brief time of... happiness?

 

Daniel Baelish. You have proven yourself. At least in my eyes. Remain who you are. That is all I can advise you.

 

To Uthor Silverblade, we should have done more things together. After all you were my new liege. But as it happens we came too short on that.

 

Kais Ishikawa. I hope your armor remains not papery and your swords stay sharp as ever. And please take a good look into law enforcement in Oren. Thank you.

 

To Ryder Hightower, I never paid my clothes or other things you have done for me. From Crownlance to Hightower. A step, after all.

 

To James Hightower, consider your position.

 

To the Hightower family, pay your tithe and stop complaining. I guess that is all what can be said.

 

Thomas Chivay, please be a bit relenting and do not wipe out the entirety of the Elves. Just... accept them as they are. Only slaughter them if they pose an immediate threat to the Empire itself.

 

Mirtok DeNurem, we never had a chance to talk, yet I can only ask for you to stay on your watch with your men. The realm of living might need it.

 

August FLAY, perhaps a bit of decency helps by time. And prove that you truly follow the Emperor's word. Just a hint of advise of a useless man.

 

For all the others I can only advise that unity is the best we have. Do not throw it away.

 

 

A last note about my "scientific" work about the Theorem of Wisdom and the Powers of Being. I was never capable of finishing it, but you may contact Schattenburg to receive information about it. Thus also a last note to two men...

 

To Ambros, I believe I have found my answer.

 

To Blundermore, nobody is a wise fool and everyone's a foolish wise, says the foolish wise to the wise fool. Perhaps the Theorem of wisdom might offer you a nice read. It be your choice.

 

To the Mali'aheral, forgive me that I was not capable of filling the rows of humans with wisdom. Minds work different for each and yours are definitely not the minds which stand on top of all. But neither are we humans. Respect us for what we are. Warmongering and greedy, in general. But also respect us for the small lights we may bring up in the masses.

 

 

The parchment is coming to an end. Time to say goodbye, the Seargant seems already impatient. Remain loyal. Remain true. True to yourself and true to life. Because time gives and time takes.

In honor,

 

           Godwein

 

[IrishPerson 693]

(( :'( Too many feelings right now. ))

[Knightei 318]

As Borric walks from Albresi's plaza, the Sergeant starts to give his solemn announcement, and Borric halts, his plated form standing motionless and the commoners gather, the White Rose upon red giving a stark contrast to the people around him.

​Borric slowly turns, the sabatons clinking upon the marbled ground and his plate protesting quietly as they rub upon each other. He raises a brow slowly as the man speaks, thinking upon how this will be some economical nonsense. Some new tithe or way of changing the passing of coin.

 

The bearded chin lowers gradually, the gaping hole of a mouth being displayed. The head shakes slightly, disbelief in Borric's eyes.

"This cannot be. Godwein can't be dead..." The words tumble from his lips, and he blinks hard. Once. Twice. Thrice.

"No..."

I decided to keep this brief to as not remove from the grandeur of the news and post. I'll be sad to see the character gone Godwein (Or Zerostar as tat phase has passed), and I hope the next is as well thought out, developed, and of course well roleplayed as he was.

Ruhe in Frieden

[Avacyn 1712]

[hex37 737]

*Nienna wipes a tear away from her eye*

 

"You... *sniffs* This is what I get for making friends with your kind... It just makes me so *sniff* sad, when you go..."

 

Nienna walks home, keeping her composure. When she arrives, she collapses in a chair and cries for a time, before her fiance comes to comfort her.

[Braxis 813]

Uthor sits in his manor in the throne like chair snoozing away as a servant comes with a letter adressed to him by one of his vassals the Stafyrs it takes a few moments to wake the giant of a half elf. He wakes slowly and takes the letter shooing the Servant off before he begins to read. As he does he lets out a depressed sigh.

 

To Uthor Silverblade, we should have done more things together. After all you were my new liege. But as it happens we came too short on that.

 

He sighs as he reads this line muttering to himself "I knew Godwein very little besides from the bit we spoke of and debated on but he was a good man and a wise man as well. The world will be a unwiser and more stupid world with a soul like his gone, may the creator watch over this lad's soul with care." He sighs once again as the servants bring him more papers to read and sign Uthor grunting on all the work to do now.

[Major Dom 1297]

((Way to mention me :(

 

 

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[cruzazul 2815]

Chrestienne looks the letter over, a small tear falling down her cheek, she gets to the part that addresses herself. 

 

Let me begin with Chrestienne Valois. I presume it be enough to say that I die with a broken heart. Thank you for the brief time of... happiness?

"I didn't wish for it to end how it did. You were one of the wisest people I know, truly a father to me, if not more. Rest in peace Godwein you will be missed."

 

As she mumbles the few words to herself she tucks the letter away in her drawer, falling on her bed in a weeping fit.

[Mirtok 2853]

*Mirtok returns to the letter sent to him previously and scans mid way down noticing his name once more. He let's the words of a man he never met roll around his thoughts, carefully considering them and silently giving himself and perhaps even Godwein a slight nod of acknowledgement.

 

"Things may be bad and I am sure much worse is yet to come, but despite it all, Hanseti and the Teutonic Order will serve loyally until the Angel Celestia come take us from these lands."

 

*He folds up the letter and moves over to his desk. Mirtok slowly opens a drawer and lowers the parchment inside before closing and locking it once more.