Zain,

You said you were my father. I hear that you were once a decent fighter,
but all I ever saw was you dying to Mhaldorians. When I was in my early
20's, I was a young Eleusian in the Sylvan house. The younger me thought
I had found the best family anyone could ever hope for. You and Mossis.
Ceten and Rambaldi. Times were good, I thought. We had our problems with
Rambaldi, but we were the Ironsides! Fiercely loyal to our family, the
guild, and Eleusis. We were the Ironsides...

Like a pack of wolves. That's how you described our family. You were the
white wolf. You even had us wear wolf pendants around our necks. Like
those pathetic creatures roaming the Northreach, that's all you ever
amounted to. Eleusis. Pah. I won't even touch on my thoughts of Eleusis,
because I can't even imagine how indecent my words would get when
describing the pathetic cowards of eastern ithmia in detail. My scribe
doesn't have time for that either...

Zain Ironside (if that's what you'll still call yourself), you've turned
the name into a joke, and I'm here to let you know that I'm reclaiming
what was passed to me by blood. The Ironside name will become one that
instills fear in generations to come.



- Osek Ironside, Hell's Thunder
Dynamis of Mhaldor

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Phaestian, in the year 431 AF.