As you stand in the Southern Gardens, you notice a piece of trash laying around. As you pick it up, you notice it is a crumpled, fragmented copy of a... legal will? It is covered with a very neat set of handwriting, surely done by a professional scribe and now slightly smudged, and stamped with a red wax seal, bearing what appears to be three crossbows.
As the Winter Solstice nears in this the Year of 835, knowing not the hour of my death, I - Lord Gidion of House Dain, Count of Edinnclif, Lord Regent of Cambaern - make this my final will.
As I hold no legitimate heirs of my own, I give and bequeath my title as Liege Lord and Count of Edinnclif, with all buildings and lands that come with that fief (with a few exemptions, noted below), to Sir Verin of Miller's Path, my sole surviving true brother and kinsman, in all but the letter of the law. After him, his legitimate children - at the present, Marten, Jehanna, and Coryn - shall be his heirs. All equipment, weaponry, and other items - in addition to any and all cattle, horses and other creatures - shall go with this my inheritance, again save for certain exemptions below.
Of my monetary holdings in gold, silver and copper at the time of my death, with the exception of some sums noted below, I give and bequeath one fourth of it to the Duchy of Cambaern itself, to be used by its Lord in financing the maintenance and advancement of Dainhall's defences. Secondly, I give and bequeath one fourth of it to contribute to the clearing and settlement of the Thrennish Ranges, to be divided for such purposes frugally by the future Lord Paramount of that region, Lord Emmerick, Count of Nanntede and Custodian of the Southmarch Way. Thirdly, I give and bequeath one fourth of it to the Royal Army, or whichever other royally-organized force is carrying out that task at the time, for the sole purpose of financing the pursuit of the bandits and murderers known as the "Circle of the Forsaken", and any other such foul bands, so that the King's Law may be implemented. Finally, I give and bequeath the last fourth of any theoretical monetary holdings to the smallfolk of the County of Edinnclif, in the form of seed for the next harvest, to be purchased and divided fairly among all households by Sir Sytos the Black.
To His Majesty Corentin Tremayne, King of Saenwyn, Lord Protector of the Crownlands, Count of Gerand's Keep, Defender of the Realm, etc. I hold no gift of significant enough value to offer, but I give him my best wishes, and a final pledge of allegiance. Hail, King.
To the commoner known as Hareld of Hornbow, for his heroism during the Pretender's Strife, I give and bequeath whichever of the horses within my stables that he selects, and the gift of one gold coin for each rhyme he can craft within a period of no more than five minutes (under supervision of my personal scribe) dedicated to the glories of the Nine-from-Three, in a ballad which must be titled The Bear's End. To Lord Rislyn Havre, Baron Wynvirke, I give and bequeath my hunting spear, so that he may hone his skills even further in the future.
To my former squire, Sir Sytos the Black, I again give and bequeath whichever of the horses within my stables that he selects. Should there be a dispute with another party of this will in that regard, they are to resolve it via debate, not combat. In addition, I give and bequeath any properties of mine within Gerand's Keep, small as they may be, and also my full suit of armour, which he is to either reforge in part to fit his purposes, sell as scrap, or create some form of ornament to be displayed in the aforementioned properties.
To Lady Maelle Guefet of Massalia I give and bequeath my dagger, once looted in the heat of battle from a fallen sellsword of House Louarn, to remind her that all real danger come from within, and to thank her for amusing an old knight.
For the truth in their hearts and for their pious advice during my regency at Dainhall, I give and bequeath a symbolic sum of a hundred gold coins each to to Perran, Archdeacon of Cambaern, and to Serra, Sister of Marchmont Abbey and tutor to His Grace the Duke, respectively. They may do as they please with it.
To my second cousin Sir Edwyn Dain of Erling's Hollow, thought to be in the City of Glass at the present, I give and bequeath my crossbow, given to me by his late father, during his brief service as the Steward of Dainhall, with the sole provision - a moral such, if not legal - that he must never use it against a direct subject of Houses Tremayne and Dain.
To Her Grace Lady Leila Vance, Duchess Dowager of Cambaern and my sister-in-law, I give and bequeath the tome of bawdy poetry entitled The Lover's Perils, gifted to me in my adolescence by her late husband and never once opened, so that she may remember blissful times past. To Her Grace Lady Alyssa Dain, Heir of Cambaern and my niece, I give and bequeath my sword, gifted to me upon my coming of age by my father the Duke of Cambaern, crafted on his order from a forge in Gerand's Keep and embossed with gold, so that she may remember to keep her edge keen and her gold unspent on unnecessary luxuries. To His Grace Lord Arrick Dain, Duke of Cambaern and my nephew, I give and bequeath my shield, gifted to me during the Pretender's Strife by my mother, the former Duchess Dowager of Cambaern, so that it may guard one of our blood yet again.
Additionally, I give and bequeath ten farmsteads, with good arable soils, on the northern reaches of my County Estates, in the vicinity of the now-ruined hill fort known to the smallfolk as "Hildur's Redoubt", via the Diocese of Saenwyn as a proxy, to the Pantheon of Extribus. These lands shall be dedicated to a singular purpose: to provide the produce and incomes necessary to sustain a small medical hospital open to the smallfolk of Cambaern, maintained by Brothers and Sisters of the Nine-from-Three. Should such a hospital not be established within one year from my death, the lands shall instead be sold by auction open to the yeomen of Cambaern, and the profits donated to the study of the medicinal craft at Gerand's Keep.
Finally, I offer a final and solemn request to His Grace, the King of Saenwyn, Lord Protector of the Crownlands, Count of Gerand's Keep, and Defender of the Realm: That, by a Royal Proclamation signed by the Monarch's own hand, witnessed by the King's Chancellor, sealed with the stamp of the Lord Justice and preserved within the Royal Archives, the man known as Sir Sytos the Black, knight and natural son of Lady Melissende and Lord Josse Babyn, Baron Grysmoor, be declared of legitimate status, as an adopted son of mine. This I ask both due to the loyalty he has held towards me since squiring for me, and so that there might be another last Dain to fight for the Realm to. He shall hold no right to inheritance, but be allowed to either display the Dain coat of arms or to quarter our crossbows with his own marks, and shall be awarded all other rights held by our ducal family. Any theoretical heirs of his shall be titled Dains of the Mire, and be seen as a cadet branch.
Signed at Dainhall, with a clear mind,
As soon as you finish reading the partly torn parchment, a sudden gust of wind takes it out of your hands. You watch as it rises up above, before falling gently into the cool waters of