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SONG OF STERLING
Ser Sterling, Ser Sterling, Son of the Swan,
How many battles have you fought, how many were won?
In the land Barrows and darkest crypts
I vanquished Tuosk, breaking him to Chips.
Ser Sterling Ser Sterling, Knight of Marian,
Tell us, what happened to the Almarians?
It was the Mori who conquered the land,
With my mace I swung in a final stand!
Ser Sterling Ser Sterling, Witness of Owyn,
Where were you standing, where was he going?
In desert i laid there still and dead,
He came from the sun, and saved me with bread.
Ser Sterling Ser Sterling, you old vanguard,
Why are you still fighting, is it not hard?
How can I ever stop, doing what is right,
I may look old, but my soul burns with might.
A duke, a knight I may be,
But nothing shall stop me,
As long as I draw breath
I am a foe to undeath
I know one day, i’ll b’gone
My kin shall be the dawn
They know what’s wrong, what’s fright,
They shall keep on the fight.
With that and God, I have no fear
And when I know the end is near
I will not shed a single tear
For I know,
I have honour’d
My oath.
The Grand Duke lay slain on a slab of ice in the northern reaches. Fearless and stoic, his duty was accomplished, as his children and grandchildren were safe in their homes.
The twisted jesters calling themselves descendants of the dark did not evoke any dread in him, for he had seen true dread; The shattering of the realms, the march of unending darkness, the piles of cadavers from war, the expressions of those same men he had slain. The cliche madness of the corrupt was tedious, as many other things have become in the long and unending campaign of Ser Sterling against the forces of Iblees.
And so, it is only the combined forces of an entire squad of darkspawn that could bring the formidable Swan down, as he beat through their necromantic minions with his fists. Moments of his life played in front of his eyes. His first battle with the undead at 16, his knighthood, his becoming a Marian knight, his injuries from the Mori wars, the Mori he crushed in a single blow, the world eater he rode, his efforts to build a refuge for his people, the many losses of his friends and family, the many men he slayed in the coalition war, the crusade he waged against the undead, more loss, the demons he defeated and followed by more loss. And so forth, as his visions were getting blurry the deeper the blade sunk into his head.
The irony was not lost on him, as his daughter was forced to end his life. In the end he only died by his daughter’s hand, and not by direct action of any evil. A small solace to him, that no evil could claim to have brought him down personally.
And in the end the only lingering thought in his mind was, “Have I done enough for my people for Godan?” The old man, the Grand Duke, the Barrow Knight, the Marian Knight, the martyr, the witness of Owyn, the father, grandfather, the Swan, shall know his answer upon reaching the seven skies.
The Hero, to his family, was loving and caring.
To his allies, a stalwart supported
To his enemies, indomitable.
[!] A letter was sent the House of Whitewood, and a few more in private.
In the case of my untimely demise, my daughter Arowyn shall assume the crown and become Grand Duchess.
My Grandson Arturas is to be summoned from Hyspia, and squired under Ser Ephrem, and he must achieve his knighthood with haste. Once his knightly trials are complete, Arturas is to become Knight Marshall of the Most Argent Order and complete the trials of my former squires.
All my belongings shall be distributed in private.
Cremate my body and store my ash in an urn at our church.
If my body is unavailable, take an urn and drape it with my belongings.
Know that I love you all.
Signed, Sterling.