Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160618002914/@comment-25418438-20160713051820

Harold Burned-Mane wrote:

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Sir Gregory told Sir Cyrus that his father had come with them to the stronghold. Cyrus saw his father in sitting against a wall cleaning his blade, Trenton's face whilst an awful lot older than he remembered was still clearly ingrained in his memory. The Knight made his way over to his father, who looked up from his sword.

"Son... I beg your forgiveness" Trenton pleaded as he went to his knees.

"You abandoned me as a child."

"I know and I will deeply be ashamed for the rest of my life for not being able to be the man you and your mother needed. I vow to spend my days making it up to you in life and your mother's spirit in Aetherius."

It was the first time Cyrus had heard anyone mention his mother since he left her some twenty years ago to work as a sellsword, tears welled in his eyes. "How did mother die?"

"I went back five years ago and found her deep in fever, not long for this world. I made her comfortable and vowed to re-unite with you. To make our family whole again."

Cyrus went down to his knees and hugged his father.

"Thank you son. I'm so sorry, but i'll make everything better again." Trenton exclaimed in relief.

"Take care of mother in Aetherius, be a better man in death than you were in life." Cyrus uttered as he drove a dagger deep into the exposed side of Trenton's torso and rammed it directly into his father's heart.

"Son?" Trenton gasped as he drew his final breaths.

The Knight removed the blade and threw it to the side, "Goodbye father" he said as he left Trenton's body laying in the Orc compound, where he would either rot or be burnt by the Crows when they lit a pyre for their own dead.