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I’m not sure if I remember my father but I’ve heard the story of when he gave me my [[sword]] so many times that I sometimes think I can. The wild chase to [[Chillmark]], the desperate search of the [[forest]] and the Last stand. How my father died clasping his brethren’s hands, his body riddled with mortal wounds. My father forged his legacy from blood and steel and in his death he didn’t hold me but held what he thought more important. He was buried next to my forgotten mother. In those early days I was taken in by [[Lilo]], the widow of [[Edern]]. During the dark times she comforted me in my loss and sorrow as best she could. She’s the closest thing to a mother I ever had. I grew fond of [[Ludwell]] and when the time came for me to take my throne in [[Chillmark]] tears fell from my eyes. Gone were the warm hearth and caring words of youth, replaced by the rocky hills and grim hanging tree of [[Chillmark]]. As I walked my land the only thing I could think of was my unknown father and mother resting beneath the hill, like old overlooked spirits of an age long since gone. In [[Chillmark]] my tutoring started under Urien. The old man gave me a clearer picture of my father that was starkly different from the tales of bravery and gallantry I was fed in [[Ludwell]]. My father had been a violent man; cruel and often rash with little regards for God. A sinful man who, even though he earned fame and greatness in this life, would receive a harsh sentence by the Lamb. Lying in bed I swore I would not repeat my father’s sins. The years I spent as a squire for [[Elad]] were… difficult. I rather not speak of them too much. He treated me differently each day and each hour. At first harsh and brutal as if he for some reason held a grudge against me and my linage and at other times with kindness and empathy as if he suddenly had come to remember fond memories of my family. Still I flourished in his tutelage and I can’t deny that much of my current skill come from my teacher. Rodrick always had a kind word and an encouraging smile for me during the most difficult stretches. His admiration and friendship with my late father made him treat me slightly different from the others. Even though much older I sometimes thought of him as my older brother. An older brother that wasn’t left bleeding in the [[Forest]] of Gloom. The year is 479 and [[Maelgwyn]] carries his father’s [[sword]] with a weary heart. He swears under his breath to not live or die as his father but little does he know that fate never plays fair.
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