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Great, is what I have been given. I at one time I must admit I had a lovely family, I had a lovely wife, a daughter, and a son now all I have is a son ( though I must admit he is not the smartest ) so with so many thoughts that come to my mind, this one has made me make the decision of writing this letter for my brother and family to be my will so if a time comes when I should become seriously ill or I should pass way. I wish this one wish that my brother Sender should take care of my young son Everson. ( who at this time is only 7 years old) Nor will I ever change this decision, for when I was younger I took a great liking to my brother Sender, I find him to know a few things that him and I learned as children that I find to be what I would like my son to know. Hender ( I mean Sender ) is what I would call my favourite brother, whom though some time has gone by and at this time he has been in what I consider disgraceful arguments and fights with my brother Clivent ( disgraceful on both there parts ) But all the same it means little to me ( inless one should kill the other than that would mean more then some thing ) for I find that they are doing the same thing they did as boys only they are doing it in a way they find more suitable to their age. ( though it is a strange thing to me they should still be fighting each other over what ever it is they are fighting for) Now I must add that if Sender does not wish to raise my son with the help of my parents then only wish to a have him leave under my parents care instead of that of Sender my brother, and Eversons godfather. But I do not wish to make Sender feel he must for it he wished not to I could never be offended by him. For one thing I find no way that I could ever dislike Sender, even if he continues these disgraceful arguments and fights with my brother Clivent.
Royally and sincerely
Ovlen Royal
The year 670
Will
I wish for Sender Royal my brother to take care of my son Everson should I pass way. In every thing that is suitable to what my son may need to be knighted and grow up, Knowing, Loving, and Serving God.
I wish my son Everson to receive my Royal sword when he is knighted should I pass way before this time comes.
I wish my family to do what they wilt with my other things.
A word of two to Victor. I could not surpass my joy when I heard from Sender that you have took a higher place amongst the life of a guard at the palace. Though I also heard of your little mistake in following orders, though it happens. You I must admit have found a better place in life then I, for I was once told I could pick what ever I wished and I picked a quiet life. I hope you continue to do well and avoided mistakes ( though they happen)
Royally and lovingly and sincerely
Your brother Ovlen Royal
To Clivent
Clivent you told me most of the facts of how you and Sender have stopped the Arguments and fights. But to me it does not seen to be the nice way to put an end to it. But I must say it served both you and Sender right to receive what you both received.. There seems to be one thing though that I must point out which I find is that Sender seems to be avoiding any kind of arguments with you. But on telling you this you said that this is not true, but I tell you to ask him for he will tell you so, for I know my brothers even, if they know me not. So I must admit I am very happy with all that you and Sender have accomplished. I have to tell you I love all my brothers, and family members dearly, it bothers me to see any of you suffer.
Royally and lovingly and sincerely
Your brother Ovlen Royal
To my little brother Victory. I must admit each time I think of your name I think of you first fight with wooden swords that you had and of course you won. Your name makes that evident. But I have a little thing I wish you to do,.which I have told you before. But sense my hands are weak I can not right much more to you only remember I love my little brother, and keep winning Victorys. You have many to win since your only 14 years of age.
Royally and lovingly sincerely
Your brother Ovlin Royal
Hender or Sender, I like your nickname better, please I beg you Sender that's soon as you return home read my will. I am passing way. I grow weaker each day. I have written you another letter, with much I had to say.
Royally and lovingly and sincerely
Your brother Ovlin Royal
My dear cousin Hillmore I am very sorry about the pain I have put you though. But I must admit that I thought it served you well, and you told me so your self. But now I am dying and can not come and do what I told I would do but will you do me a favour in stead. Could you tell You 19 year old brother about My illness and I have some thing Sender knows to give your family.
Royally and lovingly and sincerely
You dying cousin Ovlin Royal
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Great, is what I have been given. I at one time I must admit I had a lovely family, I had a lovely wife, a daughter, and a son now all I have is a son ( though I must admit he is not the smartest ) so with so many thoughts that come to my mind, this one has made me make the decision of writing this letter for my brother and family to be my will so if a time comes when I should become seriously ill or I should pass way. I wish this one wish that my brother Sender should take care of my young son Everson. ( who at this time is only 7 years old) Nor will I ever change this decision, for when I was younger I took a great liking to my brother Sender, I find him to know a few things that him and I learned as children that I find to be what I would like my son to know. Hender ( I mean Sender ) is what I would call my favourite brother, whom though some time has gone by and at this time he has been in what I consider disgraceful arguments and fights with my brother Clivent ( disgraceful on both there parts ) But all the same it means little to me ( inless one should kill the other than that would mean more then some thing ) for I find that they are doing the same thing they did as boys only they are doing it in a way they find more suitable to their age. ( though it is a strange thing to me they should still be fighting each other over what ever it is they are fighting for) Now I must add that if Sender does not wish to raise my son with the help of my parents then only wish to a have him leave under my parents care instead of that of Sender my brother, and Eversons godfather. But I do not wish to make Sender feel he must for it he wished not to I could never be offended by him. For one thing I find no way that I could ever dislike Sender, even if he continues these disgraceful arguments and fights with my brother Clivent.
Royally and sincerely
Ovlen Royal
The year 670
Will
I wish for Sender Royal my brother to take care of my son Everson should I pass way. In every thing that is suitable to what my son may need to be knighted and grow up, Knowing, Loving, and Serving God.
I wish my son Everson to receive my Royal sword when he is knighted should I pass way before this time comes.
I wish my family to do what they wilt with my other things.
A word of two to Victor. I could not surpass my joy when I heard from Sender that you have took a higher place amongst the life of a guard at the palace. Though I also heard of your little mistake in following orders, though it happens. You I must admit have found a better place in life then I, for I was once told I could pick what ever I wished and I picked a quiet life. I hope you continue to do well and avoided mistakes ( though they happen)
Royally and lovingly and sincerely
Your brother Ovlen Royal
To Clivent
Clivent you told me most of the facts of how you and Sender have stopped the Arguments and fights. But to me it does not seen to be the nice way to put an end to it. But I must say it served both you and Sender right to receive what you both received.. There seems to be one thing though that I must point out which I find is that Sender seems to be avoiding any kind of arguments with you. But on telling you this you said that this is not true, but I tell you to ask him for he will tell you so, for I know my brothers even, if they know me not. So I must admit I am very happy with all that you and Sender have accomplished. I have to tell you I love all my brothers, and family members dearly, it bothers me to see any of you suffer.
Royally and lovingly and sincerely
Your brother Ovlen Royal
To my little brother Victory. I must admit each time I think of your name I think of you first fight with wooden swords that you had and of course you won. Your name makes that evident. But I have a little thing I wish you to do,.which I have told you before. But sense my hands are weak I can not right much more to you only remember I love my little brother, and keep winning Victorys. You have many to win since your only 14 years of age.
Royally and lovingly sincerely
Your brother Ovlin Royal
Hender or Sender, I like your nickname better, please I beg you Sender that's soon as you return home read my will. I am passing way. I grow weaker each day. I have written you another letter, with much I had to say.
Royally and lovingly and sincerely
Your brother Ovlin Royal
My dear cousin Hillmore I am very sorry about the pain I have put you though. But I must admit that I thought it served you well, and you told me so your self. But now I am dying and can not come and do what I told I would do but will you do me a favour in stead. Could you tell You 19 year old brother about My illness and I have some thing Sender knows to give your family.
Royally and lovingly and sincerely
You dying cousin Ovlin Royal
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The passage you've provided appears to be an intricate and heartfelt last will and series of personal letters from a character named Ovlen Royal, who seems to come from a setting that resembles a medieval or fantasy world. Ovlen reflects on his life, his family, and his wishes for after his passing. Some prominent elements include:
- **Family Dynamics**: Ovlen has had a full life with a wife and children, but now he is left with only his son, Everson, whom he deeply cares for. There are complex relationships with his brothers, including fights and arguments, but despite this, he entrusts his son's care to his favorite brother, Sender.
- **Guardianship Wish**: Ovlen's primary concern is the welfare of his 7-year-old son. He expressly desires that Sender take care of Everson, if Ovlen were to become seriously ill or pass away, with specific mention that Sender should raise Everson to be knighted and to grow up knowing, loving, and serving God.
- **Possessions**: Ovlen bequeaths his "Royal sword" to his son to receive upon knighthood, if he should pass before that time. He seems less concerned with his other possessions, leaving their fate to the discretion of the remaining family members.
- **Siblings**: Ovlen communicates with his brothers Sender, Clivent, and Victory, each with their own individual mentions and personal notes. Despite any disagreements and conflicts, Ovlen expresses love and concern for his siblings, hoping for reconciliation and wishing them well.
- **Family Politics**: The letters reference family arguments, a hint of competitiveness, and concerns about behavior that is seen as disgraceful. However, Ovlen still maintains a profound love for his family, with wishes for their betterment and happiness.
- **Personal Message for Cousin**: Ovlen expresses regret over putting his cousin Hillmore through pain, indicating a sense of accountability and a desire to reconcile past grievances.
- **Urgency and Illness**: There's an urgent tone to Ovlen's writing, revealing that he feels his health is failing and thus he may not have much time left. This exacerbates the need for making his final wishes known, as he worries he may not get another chance.
- **Time Period**: The year mentioned is 670, which suggests a historical or fantastical setting, though without further context, it's unclear whether this is an alternate history, a purely fictional world, or symbolic in some way.
These letters offer a glimpse into Ovlen's character—an individual who cares deeply for his family, is pragmatic about the state of his health, and is contemplative about his legacy, particularly with regard to the upbringing and future of his son. The narrative carries themes of legacy, mortality, familial love, and honor.
Given the style and archaic tone, these writings could be from a novel, a role-playing game, or some form of creative storytelling in which family ties and lineage play significant roles.
Great, is what I have been given. I at one time I must admit I had a lovely family, I had a lovely wife, a daughter, and a son now all I have is a son ( though I must admit he is not the smartest ) so with so many thoughts that come to my mind, this one has made me make the decision of writing this letter for my brother and family to be my will so if a time comes when I should become seriously ill or I should pass way. I wish this one wish that my brother Sender should take care of my young son Everson. ( who at this time is only 7 years old) Nor will I ever change this decision, for when I was younger I took a great liking to my brother Sender, I find him to know a few things that him and I learned as children that I find to be what I would like my son to know. Hender ( I mean Sender ) is what I would call my favourite brother, whom though some time has gone by and at this time he has been in what I consider disgraceful arguments and fights with my brother Clivent ( disgraceful on both there parts ) But all the same it means little to me ( inless one should kill the other than that would mean more then some thing ) for I find that they are doing the same thing they did as boys only they are doing it in a way they find more suitable to their age. ( though it is a strange thing to me they should still be fighting each other over what ever it is they are fighting for) Now I must add that if Sender does not wish to raise my son with the help of my parents then only wish to a have him leave under my parents care instead of that of Sender my brother, and Eversons godfather. But I do not wish to make Sender feel he must for it he wished not to I could never be offended by him. For one thing I find no way that I could ever dislike Sender, even if he continues these disgraceful arguments and fights with my brother Clivent.
Royally and sincerely
Ovlen Royal
The year 670
Will
I wish for Sender Royal my brother to take care of my son Everson should I pass way. In every thing that is suitable to what my son may need to be knighted and grow up, Knowing, Loving, and Serving God.
I wish my son Everson to receive my Royal sword when he is knighted should I pass way before this time comes.
I wish my family to do what they wilt with my other things.
A word of two to Victor. I could not surpass my joy when I heard from Sender that you have took a higher place amongst the life of a guard at the palace. Though I also heard of your little mistake in following orders, though it happens. You I must admit have found a better place in life then I, for I was once told I could pick what ever I wished and I picked a quiet life. I hope you continue to do well and avoided mistakes ( though they happen)
Royally and lovingly and sincerely
Your brother Ovlen Royal
To Clivent
Clivent you told me most of the facts of how you and Sender have stopped the Arguments and fights. But to me it does not seen to be the nice way to put an end to it. But I must say it served both you and Sender right to receive what you both received.. There seems to be one thing though that I must point out which I find is that Sender seems to be avoiding any kind of arguments with you. But on telling you this you said that this is not true, but I tell you to ask him for he will tell you so, for I know my brothers even, if they know me not. So I must admit I am very happy with all that you and Sender have accomplished. I have to tell you I love all my brothers, and family members dearly, it bothers me to see any of you suffer.
Royally and lovingly and sincerely
Your brother Ovlen Royal
To my little brother Victory. I must admit each time I think of your name I think of you first fight with wooden swords that you had and of course you won. Your name makes that evident. But I have a little thing I wish you to do,.which I have told you before. But sense my hands are weak I can not right much more to you only remember I love my little brother, and keep winning Victorys. You have many to win since your only 14 years of age.
Royally and lovingly sincerely
Your brother Ovlin Royal
Hender or Sender, I like your nickname better, please I beg you Sender that's soon as you return home read my will. I am passing way. I grow weaker each day. I have written you another letter, with much I had to say.
Royally and lovingly and sincerely
Your brother Ovlin Royal
My dear cousin Hillmore I am very sorry about the pain I have put you though. But I must admit that I thought it served you well, and you told me so your self. But now I am dying and can not come and do what I told I would do but will you do me a favour in stead. Could you tell You 19 year old brother about My illness and I have some thing Sender knows to give your family.
Royally and lovingly and sincerely
You dying cousin Ovlin Royal
Make the story of his family and him self
Ovlen Royal, a man of noble heritage, reflects on his life and the family he once cherished. The passage reveals his story—a tapestry of love, loss, familial strife, and a looming sense of mortality. Ovlen has experienced the joy of a complete family, but over time, fate has whittled his circle down, leaving him with his only son, Everson.
The tale unfolds in a world where nobility and knighthood hold value, a place where serving God and martial honor are deeply intertwined with one's life's purpose. Ovlen's once lovely family has faced trials: the loss of his wife and daughter has left an indelible mark, and now he's solely responsible for Everson, a boy of seven years who is yet to show the intelligence his father might have hoped for. But Ovlen's love for his son is unwavering, the bond unshaken by the child's perceived shortcomings.
At the heart of Ovlen's family are his brothers: Sender, Clivent, and the youngest, Victory. Sender holds a special place in Ovlen's esteem, for he possesses knowledge and virtues that Ovlen values and wants to be passed on to his son. Despite the disgraceful quarrels between Sender and Clivent that mimic their childhood conflicts, Ovlen maintained his trust in Sender to care for young Everson should anything happen to him.
The will speaks not only to familial duties and legacies but also reflects on the careers and accomplishments of his siblings. There's a complex network of relationships, reconciliations, and expectations. Ovlen wants his son to inherit the Royal sword, a symbol of their lineage and honor, at the time of his knighthood—a significant milestone in their culture.
Clivent, with whom Sender often fought, seems to have reached a resolution with his brother, but not in a way that sits well with Ovlen. Nevertheless, Ovlen feels joy for all they have achieved and yearns for harmony amongst his kin. His brother Victory, still youthful and successful in his own right, brings Ovlen pride as a living testament to the family's fighting spirit.
As Ovlen's health deteriorates, his urgency grows to ensure that his wishes are known and that his brothers understand his love and hopes for them. His cousin Hillmore, despite having been at odds, is also asked for a favor, showing that Ovlen values family above past disagreements.
In the year 670, Ovlen Royal pens his will and these letters as a final testament to his desires. They are not just instructions for a future without him; they are the last echoes of a man who loved his family profoundly. Through his words, he hopes to impart a sense of responsibility, love, and unity, binding his kin together even as he faces the inevitable and draws closer to his final days.
Great, is what I have been given. I at one time I must admit I had a lovely family, I had a lovely wife, a daughter, and a son now all I have is a son ( though I must admit he is not the smartest ) so with so many thoughts that come to my mind, this one has made me make the decision of writing this letter for my brother and family to be my will so if a time comes when I should become seriously ill or I should pass way. I wish this one wish that my brother Sender should take care of my young son Everson. ( who at this time is only 7 years old) Nor will I ever change this decision, for when I was younger I took a great liking to my brother Sender, I find him to know a few things that him and I learned as children that I find to be what I would like my son to know. Hender ( I mean Sender ) is what I would call my favourite brother, whom though some time has gone by and at this time he has been in what I consider disgraceful arguments and fights with my brother Clivent ( disgraceful on both there parts ) But all the same it means little to me ( inless one should kill the other than that would mean more then some thing ) for I find that they are doing the same thing they did as boys only they are doing it in a way they find more suitable to their age. ( though it is a strange thing to me they should still be fighting each other over what ever it is they are fighting for) Now I must add that if Sender does not wish to raise my son with the help of my parents then only wish to a have him leave under my parents care instead of that of Sender my brother, and Eversons godfather. But I do not wish to make Sender feel he must for it he wished not to I could never be offended by him. For one thing I find no way that I could ever dislike Sender, even if he continues these disgraceful arguments and fights with my brother Clivent.
Royally and sincerely
Ovlen Royal
The year 670
Will
I wish for Sender Royal my brother to take care of my son Everson should I pass way. In every thing that is suitable to what my son may need to be knighted and grow up, Knowing, Loving, and Serving God.
I wish my son Everson to receive my Royal sword when he is knighted should I pass way before this time comes.
I wish my family to do what they wilt with my other things.
A word of two to Victor. I could not surpass my joy when I heard from Sender that you have took a higher place amongst the life of a guard at the palace. Though I also heard of your little mistake in following orders, though it happens. You I must admit have found a better place in life then I, for I was once told I could pick what ever I wished and I picked a quiet life. I hope you continue to do well and avoided mistakes ( though they happen)
Royally and lovingly and sincerely
Your brother Ovlen Royal
To Clivent
Clivent you told me most of the facts of how you and Sender have stopped the Arguments and fights. But to me it does not seen to be the nice way to put an end to it. But I must say it served both you and Sender right to receive what you both received.. There seems to be one thing though that I must point out which I find is that Sender seems to be avoiding any kind of arguments with you. But on telling you this you said that this is not true, but I tell you to ask him for he will tell you so, for I know my brothers even, if they know me not. So I must admit I am very happy with all that you and Sender have accomplished. I have to tell you I love all my brothers, and family members dearly, it bothers me to see any of you suffer.
Royally and lovingly and sincerely
Your brother Ovlen Royal
To my little brother Victory. I must admit each time I think of your name I think of you first fight with wooden swords that you had and of course you won. Your name makes that evident. But I have a little thing I wish you to do,.which I have told you before. But sense my hands are weak I can not right much more to you only remember I love my little brother, and keep winning Victorys. You have many to win since your only 14 years of age.
Royally and lovingly sincerely
Your brother Ovlin Royal
Hender or Sender, I like your nickname better, please I beg you Sender that's soon as you return home read my will. I am passing way. I grow weaker each day. I have written you another letter, with much I had to say.
Royally and lovingly and sincerely
Your brother Ovlin Royal
My dear cousin Hillmore I am very sorry about the pain I have put you though. But I must admit that I thought it served you well, and you told me so your self. But now I am dying and can not come and do what I told I would do but will you do me a favour in stead. Could you tell You 19 year old brother about My illness and I have some thing Sender knows to give your family.
Royally and lovingly and sincerely
You dying cousin Ovlin Royal
Make a story of Sender and Clivents first argument and right talk about Ovlins other two brothers Victor and Victory
In the year 670, within the halls of the grand Royal estate, rife with the ancestry of knights and nobles, the seeds of discord had been sown from an age as young as the budding leaves in the Royal family’s orchard. Sender and Clivent, two brothers bound by blood yet divided by temperament, found themselves embroiled in their first-ever argument, an event that would foreshadow a lifetime of rivalry.
It began as a trivial matter, as so often disputes do amongst the youth—over a treasured family heirloom, a silver goblet said to have been bestowed by a king for an ancestor's valor. Clivent, the younger and more impulsive of the two, claimed he had been promised the goblet by their father to use in a ceremony marking his passage into squiredom. Sender, ever the pragmatist and elder by three summers, argued it was tradition for the goblet to pass to the firstborn son as he reached knighthood—an honor he was poised to attain.
The brothers’ voices rang out, echoing through the stone corridors, drawing the attention of their siblings Victor and Victory. Victor, the stalwart and dutiful, positioned to rise in the ranks among the palace guards, had little interest in such familial squabbles. He walked the corridors with a quiet strength, intent on proving his worth through actions instead of arguments.
Victory, the youngest at a mere fourteen, was quite the opposite. Fiery-hearted and adventurous, he saw his brothers’ quarrel as a grand drama, yet another competition in which there must be a winner. The very day he had bested his peers in a mock duel with wooden swords, earning his name, he had come to appreciate the thrill of conflict and glory.
The argument between Sender and Clivent escalated, vitriol staining their words as they hurled accusations and raked up past grievances—a broken toy, a bruised ego, a stolen opportunity. The stoic Victor could not help but shake his head, his arms crossed as he watched the scene unfold. Distaste furrowed his brow, for he knew such bitterness would serve no one. Meanwhile, Victory's keen eyes danced with mischief and intrigue. He saw not a petty fight but a dance of destiny, where each word was a move to be countered, observed, and potentially employed.
As the eldest, Ovlin, who was then absent, bore the weight of responsibility and the tenderness of a paternal figure after the passing of their parents. Ovlin, who would write his will with the wisdom of hindsight, had long since known the importance of unity and love over transient grudges. He yearned for his brothers to find common ground, all too aware of the fleeting nature of life's joys and sorrows.
The tale of that first fierce argument laid the foundation for a lifetime of conflict between Sender and Clivent. Yet, it was also the backdrop against which their other brothers, Victor and Victory, would craft their own stories. Victor pursued a path of loyalty and service that led him through the palace's gilded gates, while Victory sought the freedom to carve his own legacy—one victory at a time, bolstered by a young but fervent heart.
Ovlin's prescient letters, penned with a hand weakened by impending death, beseeched his brothers to remember that beneath the quarrels and the pride, they were a family. They needed to safeguard the future of young Everson, to whom the future of the Royal name belonged.
Through the fractured lines of their relationships, love remained the mortar holding together the stones of the Royal family's legacy. It was Ovlin's dearest hope that, in the end, love would triumph over the egos and arguments that threatened to cast long shadows over the bright future he envisioned for them all.
Great, is what I have been given. I at one time I must admit I had a lovely family, I had a lovely wife, a daughter, and a son now all I have is a son ( though I must admit he is not the smartest ) so with so many thoughts that come to my mind, this one has made me make the decision of writing this letter for my brother and family to be my will so if a time comes when I should become seriously ill or I should pass way. I wish this one wish that my brother Sender should take care of my young son Everson. ( who at this time is only 7 years old) Nor will I ever change this decision, for when I was younger I took a great liking to my brother Sender, I find him to know a few things that him and I learned as children that I find to be what I would like my son to know. Hender ( I mean Sender ) is what I would call my favourite brother, whom though some time has gone by and at this time he has been in what I consider disgraceful arguments and fights with my brother Clivent ( disgraceful on both there parts ) But all the same it means little to me ( inless one should kill the other than that would mean more then some thing ) for I find that they are doing the same thing they did as boys only they are doing it in a way they find more suitable to their age. ( though it is a strange thing to me they should still be fighting each other over what ever it is they are fighting for) Now I must add that if Sender does not wish to raise my son with the help of my parents then only wish to a have him leave under my parents care instead of that of Sender my brother, and Eversons godfather. But I do not wish to make Sender feel he must for it he wished not to I could never be offended by him. For one thing I find no way that I could ever dislike Sender, even if he continues these disgraceful arguments and fights with my brother Clivent.
Royally and sincerely
Ovlen Royal
The year 670
Will
I wish for Sender Royal my brother to take care of my son Everson should I pass way. In every thing that is suitable to what my son may need to be knighted and grow up, Knowing, Loving, and Serving God.
I wish my son Everson to receive my Royal sword when he is knighted should I pass way before this time comes.
I wish my family to do what they wilt with my other things.
A word of two to Victor. I could not surpass my joy when I heard from Sender that you have took a higher place amongst the life of a guard at the palace. Though I also heard of your little mistake in following orders, though it happens. You I must admit have found a better place in life then I, for I was once told I could pick what ever I wished and I picked a quiet life. I hope you continue to do well and avoided mistakes ( though they happen)
Royally and lovingly and sincerely
Your brother Ovlen Royal
To Clivent
Clivent you told me most of the facts of how you and Sender have stopped the Arguments and fights. But to me it does not seen to be the nice way to put an end to it. But I must say it served both you and Sender right to receive what you both received.. There seems to be one thing though that I must point out which I find is that Sender seems to be avoiding any kind of arguments with you. But on telling you this you said that this is not true, but I tell you to ask him for he will tell you so, for I know my brothers even, if they know me not. So I must admit I am very happy with all that you and Sender have accomplished. I have to tell you I love all my brothers, and family members dearly, it bothers me to see any of you suffer.
Royally and lovingly and sincerely
Your brother Ovlen Royal
To my little brother Victory. I must admit each time I think of your name I think of you first fight with wooden swords that you had and of course you won. Your name makes that evident. But I have a little thing I wish you to do,.which I have told you before. But sense my hands are weak I can not right much more to you only remember I love my little brother, and keep winning Victorys. You have many to win since your only 14 years of age.
Royally and lovingly sincerely
Your brother Ovlin Royal
Hender or Sender, I like your nickname better, please I beg you Sender that's soon as you return home read my will. I am passing way. I grow weaker each day. I have written you another letter, with much I had to say.
Royally and lovingly and sincerely
Your brother Ovlin Royal
My dear cousin Hillmore I am very sorry about the pain I have put you though. But I must admit that I thought it served you well, and you told me so your self. But now I am dying and can not come and do what I told I would do but will you do me a favour in stead. Could you tell You 19 year old brother about My illness and I have some thing Sender knows to give your family.
Royally and lovingly and sincerely
You dying cousin Ovlin Royal
Make a story of Sender and Clivents first argument and right we're there drew swords to one another and there fathr and Victor and to separate them. talk about Ovlins other two brothers Victor and Victory.
In the Royal family, bonds of brotherhood often intertwined with the clang of swords and the fire of conflict. Among the siblings, Sender and Clivent were known for their passionate disagreements that could ignite the quietest of evenings into a frenzy. Yet, there was one argument that would be etched into the annals of their family history—a dispute that saw the drawing of swords and the need for intervention.
It all began on a crisp autumn day in the year 670, within the high stone walls of the family's ancestral keep. Sender, the more collected and scholarly of the two, had presented an idea for the division of the upcoming harvest, which he believed was efficient and fair. Clivent, brash and hotheaded, saw it as an affront to his own ability to handle such matters and proposed a more aggressive approach. The argument that ensued was not unlike the many they had before, but this one crackled with an intensity that could not be contained by mere words.
Voices raised, fingers pointed, and resentments dredged up from the well of past quarrels. The dispute reached a boiling point, and with a swift movement that left no room for discussion, both brothers drew their swords. They stood eye to eye, the cold steel in their hands reflecting the fury in their hearts. It was a sight that threatened to rip asunder the very fabric of their brotherhood.
The tumult caught the attention of their father, a towering and revered figure within their halls, who rushed alongside Victor, the embodiment of order and discipline, to the heart of the ruckus. Victor, having carved a place of respect among the palace guard, had little patience for such reckless displays of aggression. With their father's commanding presence and Victor's firm hand, they intervened, parting the brothers forcefully before a single drop of blood could stain the family's honor.
Despite their differences, the siblings shared an unspoken love and respect for their father, which stayed their hands. Swords were sheathed, and heated words gave way to a sullen quiet. The patriarch, with a look that spoke volumes, reminded them that a family divided could never stand tall against the trials of the world.
Meanwhile, young Victory looked on, his fourteen-year-old eyes wide with the naivety of youth and the thrill of the spectacle. Named for his triumph in mock duels, he could not yet fathom the gravity of real conflict, but he absorbed the lesson of unity that day, a lesson that would guide him as he grew.
It was Ovlin, the eldest of the brood, whose health waned with the passing days, who would later pen letters filled with wisdom, love, and wishes for his family's future. These letters spoke of his desires for his young son Everson, his trust in Sender, and his hopes for reconciliation between his brothers.
Ovlin understood that Sender and Clivent, despite their propensity for conflict, needed each other—a truth reflected in Ovlin's choice of guardianship for young Everson. And it was in these writings that Ovlin charged his brothers Victor and Victory with carrying forth the principles that would one day heal old wounds and allow the Royal name to flourish.
So, there in the annals of the Royal family rests the tale of the argument that nearly led to calamity, the wisdom of a father's intervention, the steadfastness of Victor, the promise of young Victory, and the legacy that Ovlin strove to preserve—a reminder that within the beating heart of this noble family lay a love that could withstand even the fiercest of storms.
Great, is what I have been given. I at one time I must admit I had a lovely family, I had a lovely wife, a daughter, and a son now all I have is a son ( though I must admit he is not the smartest ) so with so many thoughts that come to my mind, this one has made me make the decision of writing this letter for my brother and family to be my will so if a time comes when I should become seriously ill or I should pass way. I wish this one wish that my brother Sender should take care of my young son Everson. ( who at this time is only 7 years old) Nor will I ever change this decision, for when I was younger I took a great liking to my brother Sender, I find him to know a few things that him and I learned as children that I find to be what I would like my son to know. Hender ( I mean Sender ) is what I would call my favourite brother, whom though some time has gone by and at this time he has been in what I consider disgraceful arguments and fights with my brother Clivent ( disgraceful on both there parts ) But all the same it means little to me ( inless one should kill the other than that would mean more then some thing ) for I find that they are doing the same thing they did as boys only they are doing it in a way they find more suitable to their age. ( though it is a strange thing to me they should still be fighting each other over what ever it is they are fighting for) Now I must add that if Sender does not wish to raise my son with the help of my parents then only wish to a have him leave under my parents care instead of that of Sender my brother, and Eversons godfather. But I do not wish to make Sender feel he must for it he wished not to I could never be offended by him. For one thing I find no way that I could ever dislike Sender, even if he continues these disgraceful arguments and fights with my brother Clivent.
Royally and sincerely
Ovlen Royal
The year 670
Will
I wish for Sender Royal my brother to take care of my son Everson should I pass way. In every thing that is suitable to what my son may need to be knighted and grow up, Knowing, Loving, and Serving God.
I wish my son Everson to receive my Royal sword when he is knighted should I pass way before this time comes.
I wish my family to do what they wilt with my other things.
A word of two to Victor. I could not surpass my joy when I heard from Sender that you have took a higher place amongst the life of a guard at the palace. Though I also heard of your little mistake in following orders, though it happens. You I must admit have found a better place in life then I, for I was once told I could pick what ever I wished and I picked a quiet life. I hope you continue to do well and avoided mistakes ( though they happen)
Royally and lovingly and sincerely
Your brother Ovlen Royal
To Clivent
Clivent you told me most of the facts of how you and Sender have stopped the Arguments and fights. But to me it does not seen to be the nice way to put an end to it. But I must say it served both you and Sender right to receive what you both received.. There seems to be one thing though that I must point out which I find is that Sender seems to be avoiding any kind of arguments with you. But on telling you this you said that this is not true, but I tell you to ask him for he will tell you so, for I know my brothers even, if they know me not. So I must admit I am very happy with all that you and Sender have accomplished. I have to tell you I love all my brothers, and family members dearly, it bothers me to see any of you suffer.
Royally and lovingly and sincerely
Your brother Ovlen Royal
To my little brother Victory. I must admit each time I think of your name I think of you first fight with wooden swords that you had and of course you won. Your name makes that evident. But I have a little thing I wish you to do,.which I have told you before. But sense my hands are weak I can not right much more to you only remember I love my little brother, and keep winning Victorys. You have many to win since your only 14 years of age.
Royally and lovingly sincerely
Your brother Ovlin Royal
Hender or Sender, I like your nickname better, please I beg you Sender that's soon as you return home read my will. I am passing way. I grow weaker each day. I have written you another letter, with much I had to say.
Royally and lovingly and sincerely
Your brother Ovlin Royal
My dear cousin Hillmore I am very sorry about the pain I have put you though. But I must admit that I thought it served you well, and you told me so your self. But now I am dying and can not come and do what I told I would do but will you do me a favour in stead. Could you tell You 19 year old brother about My illness and I have some thing Sender knows to give your family.
Royally and lovingly and sincerely
You dying cousin Ovlin Royal
Make a story of Sender and Clivents first argument and fight we're there drew swords to one another and there father the general in the kings army and Victor and to separate them. talk about Ovlins other two brothers Victor and Victory
In the rolling lands where noble crests adorned stone keeps, the Royal family was revered not only for their lineage but also for their service. The general of the king's army, a man of robust stature and commanding gaze, was father to an assembly of sons that bore the weight of expectation on their shoulders. Among them were Sender and Clivent, who, despite sharing the same vaulted chambers and training grounds, often found themselves locked in disagreements.
It was on a fated day, under a sky veiled by unending gray, when the first grand argument between Sender and Clivent unfolded—an event that would be recounted in hushed tones for years to come. The cause of the quarrel was lost to the annals of time, but what followed was not so easily forgotten. Words sharp as arrows flew back and forth, slicing the air with familial contempt, until, in a heated crescendo, both Sender and Clivent, pride wounded, drew their swords.
The sound of unsheathed steel reverberated through the courtyard, prompting every soul within earshot to pause. These were not the wooden swords of boyhood; they were the true instruments of knights, capable of ending the future of the Royal name with a single errant thrust.
The clash was imminent and grave.
From within the keep's heavy doors burst forth the general, their father, with Victor, a son whose dedication to duty and discipline shone in his every deed. Victor’s hands, which had honed his skills amidst the elite guards of the palace, now worked swiftly to disarm his brothers, to extract them from their perilous folly.
With the gravitas of his position and the stern command only a father can summon, the general interceded. "Enough!" His roar overshadowed the storm above, rendering the clatter of metal silent. Victor, standing as his father's right hand, moved with deftness to part his kin, compelling them to look beyond their fury to the eyes of their sire, where disappointment lay heavy.
Though the general was harsh in his chastisement, his ambiance softened as he cast his gaze upon Victory, the youngest. The boy, named for his prowess with the wooden sword, had watched the ordeal wide-eyed, recognizing the gravity of real combat. He absorbed the underlying lesson more profoundly than any tactic he had ever been taught.
Over time, Clivent and Sender’s relationship remained fraught, marred by bouts of indignation and fiery exchanges, but never again would they draw swords upon one another. Their father’s intervention had etched a line they dared not cross, and Victor's intervening hand had proved the value of resolution over strife.
Ovlin, the eldest, looked upon the scars left by this tempest not with bitterness, but with the hope for unity and the nurturing of legacy. From the vantage of his fading days, he wrote his missives with weighted pen—a testament to the love that bonded them. In his will, he saw Sender as the one who could guide his young son, Everson. To Victor, he entrusted the safeguarding of their honor, and for Victory, he left the wish that his youthful triumphs would bloom into the wins of a man's character.
The Royal sons—Sender, Clivent, Victor, and Victory—would come to find that their destinies were as interwoven as the sigils on their banners, and that it was through their unity that the name of Royal would carve its path into the future. It was Ovlin's deepest wish that they would understand this, that in remembering their father’s intervention and Victor's loyalty, they would stand as a bulwark against the tempests ahead.
Great, is what I have been given. I at one time I must admit I had a lovely family, I had a lovely wife, a daughter, and a son now all I have is a son ( though I must admit he is not the smartest ) so with so many thoughts that come to my mind, this one has made me make the decision of writing this letter for my brother and family to be my will so if a time comes when I should become seriously ill or I should pass way. I wish this one wish that my brother Sender should take care of my young son Everson. ( who at this time is only 7 years old) Nor will I ever change this decision, for when I was younger I took a great liking to my brother Sender, I find him to know a few things that him and I learned as children that I find to be what I would like my son to know. Hender ( I mean Sender ) is what I would call my favourite brother, whom though some time has gone by and at this time he has been in what I consider disgraceful arguments and fights with my brother Clivent ( disgraceful on both there parts ) But all the same it means little to me ( inless one should kill the other than that would mean more then some thing ) for I find that they are doing the same thing they did as boys only they are doing it in a way they find more suitable to their age. ( though it is a strange thing to me they should still be fighting each other over what ever it is they are fighting for) Now I must add that if Sender does not wish to raise my son with the help of my parents then only wish to a have him leave under my parents care instead of that of Sender my brother, and Eversons godfather. But I do not wish to make Sender feel he must for it he wished not to I could never be offended by him. For one thing I find no way that I could ever dislike Sender, even if he continues these disgraceful arguments and fights with my brother Clivent.
Royally and sincerely
Ovlen Royal
The year 670
Will
I wish for Sender Royal my brother to take care of my son Everson should I pass way. In every thing that is suitable to what my son may need to be knighted and grow up, Knowing, Loving, and Serving God.
I wish my son Everson to receive my Royal sword when he is knighted should I pass way before this time comes.
I wish my family to do what they wilt with my other things.
A word of two to Victor. I could not surpass my joy when I heard from Sender that you have took a higher place amongst the life of a guard at the palace. Though I also heard of your little mistake in following orders, though it happens. You I must admit have found a better place in life then I, for I was once told I could pick what ever I wished and I picked a quiet life. I hope you continue to do well and avoided mistakes ( though they happen)
Royally and lovingly and sincerely
Your brother Ovlen Royal
To Clivent
Clivent you told me most of the facts of how you and Sender have stopped the Arguments and fights. But to me it does not seen to be the nice way to put an end to it. But I must say it served both you and Sender right to receive what you both received.. There seems to be one thing though that I must point out which I find is that Sender seems to be avoiding any kind of arguments with you. But on telling you this you said that this is not true, but I tell you to ask him for he will tell you so, for I know my brothers even, if they know me not. So I must admit I am very happy with all that you and Sender have accomplished. I have to tell you I love all my brothers, and family members dearly, it bothers me to see any of you suffer.
Royally and lovingly and sincerely
Your brother Ovlen Royal
To my little brother Victory. I must admit each time I think of your name I think of you first fight with wooden swords that you had and of course you won. Your name makes that evident. But I have a little thing I wish you to do,.which I have told you before. But sense my hands are weak I can not right much more to you only remember I love my little brother, and keep winning Victorys. You have many to win since your only 14 years of age.
Royally and lovingly sincerely
Your brother Ovlin Royal
Hender or Sender, I like your nickname better, please I beg you Sender that's soon as you return home read my will. I am passing way. I grow weaker each day. I have written you another letter, with much I had to say.
Royally and lovingly and sincerely
Your brother Ovlin Royal
My dear cousin Hillmore I am very sorry about the pain I have put you though. But I must admit that I thought it served you well, and you told me so your self. But now I am dying and can not come and do what I told I would do but will you do me a favour in stead. Could you tell You 19 year old brother about My illness and I have some thing Sender knows to give your family.
Royally and lovingly and sincerely
You dying cousin Ovlin Royal
Make a story of Sender and Clivents first argument and fight we're there drew swords to one another and there father the general in the kings army and Victor and to separate them. talk about the punishment they received. talk about Ovlins other two brothers Victor and Victory
In the royal household of the year 670, beyond the threshold of a grand keep, the Royal brothers lived lives destined to intertwine with their family's legacy. Among them were Sender and Clivent, known for their brash and headstrong demeanor, and they were soon to be part of an altercation that would mark their transition from reckless youths to men of responsibility.
Their first real argument was a tempest born from the clash of pride and ambition. The details that led to the exchange of harsh words are obscure—perhaps it was over a training exercise or a perceived slight—but the result was anything but ambiguous. In the heat of their quarrel, the tension escalated until it led to the unsheathing of their swords. Brothers they were, but in that moment, inflamed by youthful anger, they became adversaries ready to duel within the very grounds they had played as children.
The commotion drew the attention of their father, a general esteemed throughout the kingdom for his military prowess and shrewd command. With Victor by his side, they rushed to the scene. Victor, the disciplined son whose loyalty was as unwavering as the palace walls he guarded, was quick to spring into action, his experience in de-escalating skirmishes among the guards now an invaluable asset in managing his own kin.
The swords were raised, a chill of dread upon the air, but the general's commanding voice tore through the imminent violence. "Lower your arms!" he thundered. Chastened by the gravity in his tone, Sender and Clivent hesitated, and Victor moved in. Showing a level of resolve that mirrored that of his father, Victor disarmed the pair, their swords clanging upon the ground.
For their transgression, the punishment was swift and uncommon. The general decreed that both Sender and Clivent were to serve under his command, to learn the weight of each action and the strength found in the unity of arms. In the mud and sweat of the training field, under the scrutiny of their father's watchful eye, they were to forge a bond stronger than the steel they had so foolishly brandished.
As for Victory, the youngest Royal, he observed the entire ordeal with a mix of fascination and a twinge of anxiety. His victory with wooden swords was still fresh, his namesake achievement putting a bounce in his step. Yet, this was a lesson on the consequences of losing control, a stark contrast to his light-hearted skirmishes.
Ovlin, the eldest of the noble brood, found himself reflecting on the paths his brothers had taken. Despite his declining health, the love he held for his family remained fervent, prompting him to draft letters and a will filled with royal charge and sentimental earnestness.
He spoke of Victor's ascent within the palace guard, his potential marred only by the smallest of missteps, a natural course for one learning the intricacies of court life. And to Victory, still young and full of promise, he implored to glean wisdom from the folly of their siblings.
But it was Sender whom Ovlin trusted most with the care of his beloved son, Everson. Beyond the youthful conflicts and learned lessons, Ovlin saw the qualities in Sender that would guide Everson to a life noble and true. In his will, he entrusted not only the upbringing of his child but also the hearts of his family to a brother who had, like Clivent, transformed from fierce temper to steadfast loyalty.
The tale of their altercation, their father's intervention, and the punishment that molded them into men became a part of the Royal family's narrative. Sender, Clivent, Victor, and Victory—each with a role ordained by both birth and choice—moved forward, their destinies bound to the crest they bore and the legacy they would, together, continue to build.
Great, is what I have been given. I at one time I must admit I had a lovely family, I had a lovely wife, a daughter, and a son now all I have is a son ( though I must admit he is not the smartest ) so with so many thoughts that come to my mind, this one has made me make the decision of writing this letter for my brother and family to be my will so if a time comes when I should become seriously ill or I should pass way. I wish this one wish that my brother Sender should take care of my young son Everson. ( who at this time is only 7 years old) Nor will I ever change this decision, for when I was younger I took a great liking to my brother Sender, I find him to know a few things that him and I learned as children that I find to be what I would like my son to know. Hender ( I mean Sender ) is what I would call my favourite brother, whom though some time has gone by and at this time he has been in what I consider disgraceful arguments and fights with my brother Clivent ( disgraceful on both there parts ) But all the same it means little to me ( inless one should kill the other than that would mean more then some thing ) for I find that they are doing the same thing they did as boys only they are doing it in a way they find more suitable to their age. ( though it is a strange thing to me they should still be fighting each other over what ever it is they are fighting for) Now I must add that if Sender does not wish to raise my son with the help of my parents then only wish to a have him leave under my parents care instead of that of Sender my brother, and Eversons godfather. But I do not wish to make Sender feel he must for it he wished not to I could never be offended by him. For one thing I find no way that I could ever dislike Sender, even if he continues these disgraceful arguments and fights with my brother Clivent.
Royally and sincerely
Ovlen Royal
The year 670
Will
I wish for Sender Royal my brother to take care of my son Everson should I pass way. In every thing that is suitable to what my son may need to be knighted and grow up, Knowing, Loving, and Serving God.
I wish my son Everson to receive my Royal sword when he is knighted should I pass way before this time comes.
I wish my family to do what they wilt with my other things.
A word of two to Victor. I could not surpass my joy when I heard from Sender that you have took a higher place amongst the life of a guard at the palace. Though I also heard of your little mistake in following orders, though it happens. You I must admit have found a better place in life then I, for I was once told I could pick what ever I wished and I picked a quiet life. I hope you continue to do well and avoided mistakes ( though they happen)
Royally and lovingly and sincerely
Your brother Ovlen Royal
To Clivent
Clivent you told me most of the facts of how you and Sender have stopped the Arguments and fights. But to me it does not seen to be the nice way to put an end to it. But I must say it served both you and Sender right to receive what you both received.. There seems to be one thing though that I must point out which I find is that Sender seems to be avoiding any kind of arguments with you. But on telling you this you said that this is not true, but I tell you to ask him for he will tell you so, for I know my brothers even, if they know me not. So I must admit I am very happy with all that you and Sender have accomplished. I have to tell you I love all my brothers, and family members dearly, it bothers me to see any of you suffer.
Royally and lovingly and sincerely
Your brother Ovlen Royal
To my little brother Victory. I must admit each time I think of your name I think of you first fight with wooden swords that you had and of course you won. Your name makes that evident. But I have a little thing I wish you to do,.which I have told you before. But sense my hands are weak I can not right much more to you only remember I love my little brother, and keep winning Victorys. You have many to win since your only 14 years of age.
Royally and lovingly sincerely
Your brother Ovlin Royal
Hender or Sender, I like your nickname better, please I beg you Sender that's soon as you return home read my will. I am passing way. I grow weaker each day. I have written you another letter, with much I had to say.
Royally and lovingly and sincerely
Your brother Ovlin Royal
My dear cousin Hillmore I am very sorry about the pain I have put you though. But I must admit that I thought it served you well, and you told me so your self. But now I am dying and can not come and do what I told I would do but will you do me a favour in stead. Could you tell You 19 year old brother about My illness and I have some thing Sender knows to give your family.
Royally and lovingly and sincerely
You dying cousin Ovlin Royal
Make a story of Sender and Clivents first argument and fight we're there drew swords to one another and there father the general in the kings army and Victor and to separate them. Describe the punishment there kinsmen the king in flickered upon them. Talk about Ovlins other two brothers Victor and Victory
As the scattered light of morning sifted through the mists that cloaked the Royal estate in a serene tranquility, the harmony was to be unexpectedly sundered by the discord of clashing steel. In that year of 670, the family hearth was yet warm with the recollections of a lifetime's affection, but the world beyond the keep's stout walls whispered of tensions that would soon boil over.
It began over a mere trifle, fanned by the flames of pride and birthright, as so often was the way of noble feuds. Though the memory of the spark that set off the quarrel has faded into the musty archives of time, the repercussions resonated loudly through the annals of the Royal lineage. Sender and Clivent, two brothers adorned with the fiery tempers of youth, dared to draw their swords against each other in a reckless tempest of rage. Their disagreement, as petty as it might have been, cascaded into a spectacle of fraternal enmity in the courtyard, a strike on the very honor of their name.
The clamor reached the ears of their father, a general of unmatched valor serving in the king's army, and the siblings, Victor and Victory. Victor, forged in the martial discipline of the palace guard, was swift to heed the call, his loyalty as unyielding as his blade was sharp. Barely a breath had passed after the drawing of swords when he and the general arrived, stepping into the fray with a palpable authority that brooked no challenge.
A silence deep as the grave fell upon the scene as their father's voice, carrying the weight of countless battles, boomed a fierce decree for peace. Victor, standing tall and resolute, pried apart the belligerent brothers, stripping them of their steel and their folly in one fell swoop. Neither Sender nor Clivent could withstand the gravitas of such patriarchal assertion; their fury melted into humiliation under his stern gaze.
Their punishment was not to be borne by the back or by detention within the keep's glowering tower—it was the king himself, a kinsman bound by blood and decree, who meted out justice. In the throne room where echoes danced and judgments were passed, the king decreed that the brothers must serve the kingdom, but in a manner starkly different from the blades they had once loomed over one another.
Exiled from court and stripped of the comforts of their station, Sender and Clivent were dispatched to the borderlands, to toil upon the soil, to tend to the farmers and common folk whose lives were often mere footnotes in lofty tales of chivalry. It was here, in the sweat of their brow and the humility of service, that the brothers found a strength greater than steel—a redemptive force that could heal the deepest of rifts.
Victory, the youngest of the Royal sons, took in the lesson that valor was not only manifested in combat's dance but in the quiet dignity of amending one's misdeeds. His heart was lit with a desire to grow beyond his namesake.
As for Ovlin, his wisdom gleaned from years of watching over his brothers and his kin had taught him the impermanence of life's riches. In the solemn quietude as his health waned, his thoughts turned to his remaining son, Everson. The letters and will he crafted were his final meditations, a father's legacy interwoven with pleas of guidance, reminders of love, and bestowed responsibilities.
Ovlin's trust in Sender as a guardian for his son, despite past wrongs, remained unshaken. For Victor, he harbored aspirations of continued honor. And to Victory, he bid a future bright with achievements yet undreamed. His words, penned in the soft light of dying days, beseeched his family to see beyond their temporal squabbles and embrace the bonds that truly made them Royal.