Sarah,
If you are reading this, it will mean that I have died in the way that all Vindicators hope to - I have fallen in battle. News of my failure will reach you before the letter ever does, and for that I am sorry. Perhaps we were brought up to never fear death, but I know that you existed outside of the temples. You existed as your own girl, and now as your own woman. 
There are a thousand things I want to write to you, so many reassurances that I want to make, but they sound so hollow as they run through my head. Even as I am buried, you must know that you can call on me. You must know that there is no force on this world or any other that could prevent me from seeing you delivered from harm. Where the flesh eventually gives way, the relics, the Vindicator, some things will always remain. 
I can make no apology for putting myself in the position to fall. I can make no justification to you that will ease the pain. I have lived since birth to protect and serve Stromgarde, and though it stands to reason that I will draw my final breath on foreign soil, every step I take has been for home. A home that I hope one day you can return to, that you can see as I had. It was all so beautiful, Sarah, so enthralling with a might that was all encompassing. There will come a day when the ruins are rebuilt, when the crimson fist will be displayed proudly on unstained banners that will blow as freely as the winds that move them. 
When that day comes, I know that you will understand that I was only one of many that gave what had to be given to bring our home back to us. 
You have grown into such a beautiful young woman, so very capable of greatness. It is hard to contain my eagerness to see you succeed in your life, and in that regard it is with relief that I may pass on and better watch over you. Age has robbed my eyes of their clarity, it has taken the strength from my back, the speed from my legs. When I am shed of these mortal pains, it will be so much easier to do as I had promised your father I would. I am so very proud of you, Sarah, and I know that Robert is as well. 
My relics will be relinquished to your care whenever you are able to secure them from Stormwind. So long as the relics are maintained, the followers of the temples have hope. I ask that you take them home, present them to whichever Hymn-Singer remains for the proper maintenance on the runes. You will find a young man there with no name, only a title - Neophyte. My trials are not suited for the new generation, and as such I am unable to impose these regulations on my neophyte. There is no one left in this world as close to a Vindicator as you - much less two, and so I leave it to you to deem him worthy or unworthy of shouldering the relics. 
Secrets that should have been left buried will be revealed to you, there will be things you do not wish to hear, there will be revelations that seem unfair, but you must know that I love you and have never kept this information from you for any reason other than to protect you. It is my own fault that you are put in the position you are soon to face, but you will soon understand that my legacy holds much more than just my own life. 
I love you, Sarah. You must remember that. 
Tolen Steelguard

Sarah,

If you are reading this, it will mean that I have died in the way that all Vindicators hope to - I have fallen in battle. News of my failure will reach you before the letter ever does, and for that I am sorry. Perhaps we were brought up to never fear death, but I know that you existed outside of the temples. You existed as your own girl, and now as your own woman.

There are a thousand things I want to write to you, so many reassurances that I want to make, but they sound so hollow as they run through my head. Even as I am buried, you must know that you can call on me. You must know that there is no force on this world or any other that could prevent me from seeing you delivered from harm. Where the flesh eventually gives way, the relics, the Vindicator, some things will always remain.

I can make no apology for putting myself in the position to fall. I can make no justification to you that will ease the pain. I have lived since birth to protect and serve Stromgarde, and though it stands to reason that I will draw my final breath on foreign soil, every step I take has been for home. A home that I hope one day you can return to, that you can see as I had. It was all so beautiful, Sarah, so enthralling with a might that was all encompassing. There will come a day when the ruins are rebuilt, when the crimson fist will be displayed proudly on unstained banners that will blow as freely as the winds that move them.

When that day comes, I know that you will understand that I was only one of many that gave what had to be given to bring our home back to us.

You have grown into such a beautiful young woman, so very capable of greatness. It is hard to contain my eagerness to see you succeed in your life, and in that regard it is with relief that I may pass on and better watch over you. Age has robbed my eyes of their clarity, it has taken the strength from my back, the speed from my legs. When I am shed of these mortal pains, it will be so much easier to do as I had promised your father I would. I am so very proud of you, Sarah, and I know that Robert is as well.

My relics will be relinquished to your care whenever you are able to secure them from Stormwind. So long as the relics are maintained, the followers of the temples have hope. I ask that you take them home, present them to whichever Hymn-Singer remains for the proper maintenance on the runes. You will find a young man there with no name, only a title - Neophyte. My trials are not suited for the new generation, and as such I am unable to impose these regulations on my neophyte. There is no one left in this world as close to a Vindicator as you - much less two, and so I leave it to you to deem him worthy or unworthy of shouldering the relics.

Secrets that should have been left buried will be revealed to you, there will be things you do not wish to hear, there will be revelations that seem unfair, but you must know that I love you and have never kept this information from you for any reason other than to protect you. It is my own fault that you are put in the position you are soon to face, but you will soon understand that my legacy holds much more than just my own life.

I love you, Sarah. You must remember that.

Tolen Steelguard



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