[RPG] [EC][Perdan] Father and Son Reunite

[Kylie]

Roleplay from Maelg   (1 day, 3 hours ago)
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Maelg sat atop his horse looking down from a hill into a village. He 
could see that the people were not rich, but weren't exactly poor 
either. Everything was neat and tidy, and all buildings were in good repair.

In a courtyard, Maelg could see a boy training with the villages 
master-of-arms, using the customary wooden practice swords for someone 
of his age. Squinting, he could make out some of the boys features, the 
shaggy dark-brown hair and skinny shoulders. The boy seemed to have some 
skill with the sword, as he gave the master a quick rap on the knuckles 
with his sword.

With a yelp, the master dropped his sword. Maelg chuckled as he could 
see the master berating the boy for his impudence.

Spurring his horse, he trots down into the village, and heads towards 
the boy and master. Dismounting just outside the courtyard, Maelg 
watches as the two square up again. Closer now, Maelg can make out more 
of the boys features. He isn't as skinny as he looked from a distance, 
and if his heritage has anything to do with it, he will fill out once he 
gets older. His eyes are a dark blue, when you can see them from under 
his scruffy hair.

This time it's the master who gets the better, and as the boy 
over-extends himself, the master side-steps and gives the boy a smack on 
the arse with the flat of the sword.

Maelg laughs out loud, which gets the two's attention.

"s'not funny..." mumbles the boy, his head downcast.

"How can I help you today, Sir?" asks the master.

"I am here to speak with my son." Maelg says, looking at the boy.

"His name is Murdo" looking pointedly at the boy as his eyes shoot up to 
look at him.
"Hello son, it's been too long. Don't you recognise me?"

Removing his helm, the master instantly recognises the family 
resemblance. "I will leave you to get reacquainted with your son, my 
Lord." With that the master takes the two practice swords and makes his 
way back to the barracks.

Maelg and Murdo spend the better part of the day, wandering around the 
village, talking. Murdo excitedly shows his father his favourite parts 
of the village, filling him in with all the details he has missed out on 
while the boy was growing up.

"Why have you come back, Father?" asks Murdo as they are heading out of 
the village, walking side-by-side, Maelgs horse trailing along behind them.

"The realm is at peace, and that gave me time to think about other 
things than battle. It made me realise that I have missed seeing you 
grow up. It is good to see your grandparents have taken such good care 
of you. Give them my thanks when you go home."

"I also wanted to give you a gift." Maelg pulls out a sword, still in 
it's scabbard from his gear on the back of the horse.

"I had this crafted by the highest skilled smithies in all of Perdan, 
it's name is 'spiorad sladta' and I had it made especially for you."

Murdo unsheathes the sword and swings it back an forth, testing the 
weight. "Thank you father".

As Murdo re sheaths the sword he sees an engraving on the pommel. "What 
is this father?" he says indicating to it.

"It is a Bloody Eagle, son. When you come to Perdan, I will sit you down 
with a good friend of mine, Magnus. He can tell you all about them."

As Maelg mounts his horse, Murdo calls out to him. "Will you come back 
again soon? How do I care for the sword? What does 'spiorad sladta' mean?"

Maelg laughs at the youths multitude of questions. "Son, I don't know if 
I will be able to come back to Zawr again, but I'll try and get you to 
Perdan to see how beautiful the realm is. I have some holdings in the 
region of Dimwood, I would be pleased to have you stay with me a while. 
You can also see your mother when you come. She would have been here 
too, but affairs of state have kept her in Perdan. Speak with the good 
master-of-arms, he will help you learn how to care for the sword."

As Maelg trots off, he turns in the saddle and calls out to his son, " 
'spiorad sladta', loosely translated means 'Soul Destroyer'"

With that, Maelg turns and spurs his horse into a gallop, tears 
streaming his face.