GoodGuyMatt 7056 Popular Post Share Posted April 12, 2021 THE REST WITHOUT RUST “Wer rastet, der rostet, aber jetzt ruhe ich mich ohne Rost aus" “Who rests, rusts, but now I rest without Rust” - Ser Brandt "the Patient" Barclay 10th of Sun's Smile, 19 SA.________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________ As Brandt closed his eyes for nearly the final time, his mind began recounting his life like it never had before, reminiscing all there was to reminisce before its final slumber. A slight, weakened smile was visible through his face "YOUTH" It reminisced on his days as a youth, the many play times and times he spent with his older brother, Manfred Barclay (@Coolcod77), and the father he had not seen in a long while, but respected dearly, Erwin Barclay (@Miniguy15736). It reminisced one of his first duels with Ser Osvald Barclay (@MadOne), who was to become similar to a father figure to the man. “Ich threw him on his butt” he chuckled “Though ich also got my back hurt” his light, rather nervous chuckling continued and continued, though it didn’t feel weird, it was a chuckle of relief, and a chuckle only those content with the passing of their lives can understand. “Can’t believe ich will meet Saint Tylos in the seven skies before Osvald” he thought “He did say ich was always the reckless one though” he thought. “MILITARY SERVICE” He remembered the time he joined the Haeseni Royal Army in his 18th year, following the family tradition, and beginning the path that led him to become a Master-at-Arms, Royal Smith, and finally Sergeant of the HRA, the latter title taking him over a decade to achieve. Many years and much effort did it take for the man to climb up the ranks, the maintenance of the training of polearms, a skill he mastered and perfected throughout the rest of his 42 years. All of them years of duty and loyalty to protect the Kingdom, the man tried his best to serve and protect his Kingdom well. He also reminisced of his mentor, Ser Marcus Erdhardt (@Sarven), who taught him most of his craftsmanship and skill in the forge. “Hopefully they have forges in the seven skies.” he thought “Hopefully ich can show und brag to Marcus how much ich learned” he thought once more, and in his mind he let a light chuckle. Artist's depiction of Brandt Barclay as a child. “SCYFLING WAR” His mind then went back to the Scyfling War, and more specifically to the story of his famously lost eye. It was the Great Battle of the North, 1755. The charge of Scyfling invaders was going to be countered by a unit of Cavalry, composed by Brandt, his famous Buck Dirtgrub (@Buck) , Ser Osvald Barclay, and numerous other brave men and women whom his now old mind could not recount. He was only 19 at the time, a rather inexperienced lad, though one filled with courage, so much courage some would label recklessness, as Osvald was later to note. They charged all in one, and the lad was unhorsed by a fearsome Scyfling fighter, one bearing an axe. He fell to the ground, and got up on his feet. As his courage - which some would label as recklessness - kicked in, he charged himself at the Scyfling fighter who had unhorsed him. His attack was dodged, and his helmeted face was met with one sent as a response from the Scyfling’s axe; a blow so fearsome and barbaric it was, that not only did it throw the lad to the ground, some say that it cut his helmet in half, whilst doing the same to his eye. As such, unconscious and perhaps half-dead to the ground, Brandt was likely to have died, and he would have, if it wasn’t for Ser Osvald’s quick reaction and initiative to pick up his younger, inexperienced cousin, and brought him into Mettreden, where he was looked over by the medics, his life saved, though his eye not. “Ich wonder why ich never changed it to ein attronach eye or whatever they’re making to switch limbs nowadays” he wondered to himself as his eyes remained closed, a light, characteristical chuckle escaping him “Thank Godan fur Osvald” It then reminisced of his free days as a youth, the time he spent with family, and the times he spent building a family of his own. He remembered the times he visited his to-be wife, the Illatian belle that filled the man’s life with joy, love, and a good amount of kids, Adrianna Vitale (@MildStatic). He remembered the contents of the letter he had prepared for her, and accounted them once more as he took in a deep breath, his mind running wild into the memories of the past. One of the happiest days of his life, that of his 22nd year replayed in his head again, the day in which he was married to the woman he loved, in the place he loved, the outer gardens of Reinmar. “Ein happy wedding” he thought “When ich see her in the seven skies it will be ein even happier ending” his thoughts went on, and then stopped, a smile visible on the man. He then remembered of the times he spent with family and friends, the mischievous endeavours he carried out with his cousin, Alfred Barclay (@rep2k) , later to become Patriarch of Haense, someone whom Brandt considered a brother. He remembered all the days drinking Carrion at the Crow’s Hearth Tavern in New Reza “We drank too much” he rejoiced in his memories, his head shaking as he reminisced “Much too much” another sniff… he began remembering the time he and Alfred drank too much one night, and how so had done another man, a troublesome one too. They had taken him out of the tavern, and thrown him on the river. “At least the lad lived” he thought “Wonder where the river took him… ah, the good and reckless time of youth, how I won’t be able to experience you once more” his voice turned melancholic, much as it had done before during his life. Artist's depiction of Brandt as a teenager “ALDERBRANDT” He then remembered of his short political years, which lasted from between his 26th and 30th year when he was Alderman, or Alderbrandt, as he would call it. Although he did not follow a political career like Osvald or is other Antonie cousin Viktor (@Borin) had, his four years as Alderman opened his eyes to the possibility of economic and business pursuit. He attempted to rekindle the activity of the Haeseni Market with his most prominent bill, The Brandtian Market Reforms of 355 ES, which he wrote with the Lord Senechal at the time, Mio Mackensen (@Mio), though it was unable to bring much to fruition in those days, as the bill was only put to implementation after the great journey to Almaris. At least he gave it a shot, and he was content with it. “SQUIREHOOD & SAINT TYLOS” He then reminisced on his squirehood, his long, very long squire hood. He had become one in 1781 FA, during his 26th year, though it lasted much more than he had anticipated. It wasn’t until 1801, when he was 46 years old, that he became a knight. Two decades it took him through squirehood, which he saw as both something to chuckle at, whilst feeling regret in his heart for having become such a late knight. However, the reasoning of his delay calmed his small trouble. In his 29th year, he had set on a voyage with his cousin, Nicolas Barclay (@Burnsider), Alfred’s son, to Kalden, so to retrieve the bones of Tylos Barclay (@argonian), the same one who later was to be canonised as Saint Tylos of Kalden in 1796. It was Tylos’ will to have been buried in Reinmar after his death, something which Brandt decided to undertake and complete, due to his respect for the Barclay figure, of whom he had heard many stories. Unable to find the bones of Tylos in his first voyage, he came back to Haense in 1791, one decade after his first departure. It was here where it was confirmed to him what his dreams on his travels had indicated, the holiness and sanctity of Tylos Barclay. It was in the square of New Reza where the “Flight of Tylos” was recorded, in which numerous people, Brandt and his son, Cedric (@Frymark) included, had seen the saintly figure travel through the skies in a White Stallion. Upon the witnessing of this miracle, Brandt decided to go back to Kalden, and swore to never come back until he had found the Relics he was searching for. About 8 years of searching later, the man returned to Reinmar where the Relics of Saint Tylos were finally stored. “All those decades of searching will all be worth it, if ich get to see Saint Tylos in the seven skies even for a fraction of the second” he’d think whilst praying his common prayer of Saint Tylos. Artist's depiction of Brandt as an adult “KNIGHTHOOD & BATTLES” It was after his return to Haense, nearly two decades of searching later, where Brandt finally settled in his homeland, and decided to not leave it again, at least not like he had thus far. It was after his journey back that the now middle-aged man finished the rest of his trials as a squire, with the last one seeing him go head-to-head with a troll as long as five full grown men, which held the strength of many and many more other men. It was at this duel where Brandt, once again, saw himself near the face of death. After a long fight with the troll, a couple of blows and the usage of fire from Carrion Cocktails, which he learned during the Scyfling war, the man was able to finally defeat the cursed trp;;, left half-dead himself, in the middle of the bridge leading to Haense. It was only later that someone found the man and brought him back to Haense, his limbs crushed and his back aching, though at the very least he survived the fight. He was then knighted as Ser Brandt “the Patient” Barclay in 1802 by Koeng Josef I, and bestowed his knightly poleaxe, named “Patience” after his moniker, by his friend and Knight Paramount at the time, Ser Boris var Ruthern (@GMRO), who died bravely fighting to protect the Kingdom from the raiding trolls in 1808. One year after his final trial as a squire, Brandt once again, was faced with yet another near-death experience. His mind went back to reminisce at it, as the old, gray man chuckled “They should’ve named me ‘the Reckless’, Osvald was right” his thoughts were somewhat muffled, as whatever was left of the man’s stamina had begun to deplete. It was during a knightly quest in Norland, where now Ser Brandt was sent together with the young Prince Heinrik II (@Rudi), Koenas Isabel (@Juli), and a number of other Knights, amongst them his friend and fellow blacksmith Ser Zoddric Calliban (@AdmiralLB), who went to fight an acid-spitting monster “Ah yes, the angry salad” joked the man in his thoughts, though he still remembered how this peculiar ‘angry salad’ had cost him his face, at least for a couple years to come. As the party of knights and king had closed into the leafy creature, it had exploded in an explosion of acid. In his attempt to protect the king, the biggest load of the burning liquid was poured onto Brandt’s face, leaving the man disfigured and rolling to the ground in pain. For the next five or so years, he held a dark mask which he forged himself, made of black ferrum. Some years after seeking medicine and a means to fix his face, so the man did, with the help and visit of someone (@altiar1011) who named for him the remedy that would help his face, it soon turned back to how it looked before. Yet, despite such many close calls, the courageous, or otherwise reckless knight saw death right into the eyes once more, this time from yet another troll. It happened at the Troll attack at the gates of Karosgrad at the 7th year of the Second Age (1803 ES). After a great number of trolls into outer gates of the main wall of Karosgrad, a great deal of brave Haeseni fighters went against the beasts so as to defeat them. Amongst them were Brandt, his squire Alric (@Louis), the to-be Koenas Mariya (@Maevlin) , and many valiant soldiers of the HRA and Knights of Haense. During the battle, as his squire, Alric var Ruthern, later to succeed as Knight Paramount, was about to get hit by a cannon’s ball in the middle of the battlefield, his mentor rushed in to pull him out of the middle of the battlefield, saving the both of them just in time and unharmed. “Maybe two reckless men do cancel out each other's recklessness” he thought as he reminisced, his mind recreating the scene of the battle, he remembered felling trees, screaming, and the sound of cannons shooting. “Bloody battles we’ve seen” he thought. Later during that battle, after felling a tree atop two of the trolls with the help of his squire, Alric, Brandt was once again caught during his act of hot-bloodedness in the battlefield, as, whilst charging on one of the wounded trolls, the man was bashed down to the ground by the hammer of another troll, similarly to how a fly would be bashed on a table with a wooden spoon. He was once again left unconscious, like the many other times of his misdeeds, and escorted into the hospital, so to be treated. The man now suffered a broken ribcage, which set him on a wheelchair for the next two years, and didn’t allow him to fully recover and be ready to fight again for about half a decade later. Artist's depiction of middle-aged Brandt "BLACKSMITH, BUSINESSMAN & LORD TREASURER" Since his youth, Brandt had shown interest in both craftsmanship - which came in the form of blacksmithing - and trading. At the age of 26, before his later departure to Kalden, Brandt founded his first business, which he called the Barclay Waffen, and through which he was able to practice and master his smithing skills to the level in which he did. Although the man had been practicing his craft for about 8 years up to this point, he only founded his first company after seeing that his skill was at one of its highest peaks. Being the main blacksmith in Haense during his days, the business was booming, as demand was high. The new businessman that was Brandt was able to tailor a few systems of commissions which made both his business more accessible, whilst giving him more and more trade to handle. As such, the Barclay Waffen prospered, though after Brandt’s departure to Kalden, it was impossible for him to continue practicing his craft and upkeep the business, as such the commissions handled by Barclay Waffen declined, although the owner was able to supply the store with standard-issued goods from abroad. After his return to Haense around the age of 42, Brandt took the reins of the business once more, and commissions, money and trade began pouring in once more. He remembered all his days and knights spent at the forge to keep up with the commissions, although it took a great deal of power to maintain, he was content and happy with his work and his business. He smiled a bit, his eyes still closed as he could hear the sounds of a forge ringing about, it was music to his ears. Soon after, Brandt also founded both the Barclay Books & Bundles™, and unified both his new businesses, as well as the Jewelry business of his sister into the Barclay Bargains™ Union. These business endeavours further increased the man’s revenue and value in Mina and Krawns alike, much as his restless work had back in Arcas, before his voyage, during which time he was said to have as much as 200,000 minas. “Ah, the money I accumulated” his mind echoed “Quite the money it was, ja… though, will ich take it with me now? Ich doubt I will.” he thought to himself in a rather unbothered manner “Eh, ich have always been lighthanded mit money anyway” he’d then smile as he himself chuckled in his mind “The 140,000 donation to the Kingdom at the auction that one day was rather funny… wish ich could have done something similar again before ich passed.” his mind and composure remained as laid back and relaxed as he had spent his life, the man then shrugged as his mind continued running through its memories, now approaching the present quicker and quicker. Showing himself to be an experienced businessman and economist, Brandt continued his pursuit of serving and goal of serving the Kingdom to his fullest potential. Doing so through enlistment into the Office of the Lord Treasurer as an Auditor and Trader, the man began managing the shops and stalls which the Kingdom owned outside of Haense. The most prominent and profitable of these was that of Norland, in which the man sold his own produce, and brought in profits. The business days ran through his mind “1,000 minas going to the treasury a year wasn’t really bad, was it? Ein gutt portion was bled in, but at the very end it nicht matters… ich see that now.” he thought, huffing in his thoughts soon after “Ein shame ich wasn’t able to find anyone with the same devotion to the Treasury before my departure… but now I leave” his thoughts went on then, he remembered the meetings with the Treasurer at the time, the initiatives he took to restore the Haeseni Market, as well as the opening of the Fur Trading Co. so it traded once more. After some years of service as an auditor and money bringer to the treasury, he was appointed as Lord Treasurer of Hanseti Ruska in 1807, at 52 years of age. He had started to gray already, and his attention had turned from warfare to money-making. “Ich really became the stereotypical old, gray man with a lot of money, didn’t I” he snorted to himself as he jested “Oh what I became” he then remembered what he had become and what he had done. Although his tenure as treasurer, prematurely ended now after 8 years, was indeed relatively short, he was content with what he was able to achieve, some of which he included in his Report as he thought back to it “Dear Godan, that whole situation was ein pain to deal with.” he huffed as he shook his head. “But danke, danke fur letting me serve this Kingdom” he smiled then as he paused, and finally… He opened his eyes. BATTLE OF REINMAR Artist’s depiction of Ser Brandt Barclay preparing for the battle of Reinmar He opened his eyes to a bloodied view. He could see the blood in his face, and feel the blood below him. His head was hurt, and so was his body. His eyes moved down then, and noticed the wooden stick penetrating near his heart. He felt it beating, but he knew it wouldn’t be doing so for long. His eyes moved to those present around him, though first it saw the big hole in front of Reinmar. It was the hole he made as he was thrown into the keep with great force. It was a force not many men had experienced and lived to have told. Brandt was one of these men. During the battle of Reinmar against the hungry and fearsome Rimeveld Trolls, the man had jumped onto the back of one of the trolls made of rock, the slow and powerful ones. He used the club of the troll he had slain, the first time he had ever used it, and he had done good, for he experienced the wickedness of its nature. It mattered little though, for he could feel he wasn’t going to last long, he had seen it in a dream, a dream he didn’t tell to too many. And so, during his fight against the trolls in Reinmar, the man had found himself behind the back of a dangerous, white one. He swung his club with all the might left in his old, graying body, and it showed effect… the troll fell to its knees. Yet, as it fell, it preserved its power, and let it down on the armoured knight, whom it picked up with its off hand, and with the might of many, many men than one can count, threw his full weight towards the sky. Those moments of flight were blurry, for the man knew it was the first and last he’d experience it. And so he fell, right into the roofs of Reinmar, falling right through with all his weight and armour, and into the room below. So he found himself when he opened his eyes, hurt, old, and ready to meet his creator. Before such an appointment though, he saw those around him, his cousin Alfred, who had been with him since his youth, and was there now for his last moments. To the side he saw the medic Aestenia Aevaris (@Maevlin), her swift hands getting to work so to recover him… but it was in vain, and Brandt knew it. He grabbed her wrist lightly, so as to tell her to not bother. He then looked to his cousin, the characteristic smile and jokes about him even in his last moments “To die being thrown like that...” he murmured weekly as he tried to give an attempt at a chuckle, an attempt that turned to nothing but choking blood. He looked up then, as he heard his name be called “Brandt” he raised his eyes as he received a reply “To die...saving your family...your land...as you taught me was important on our journey together...” and so he saw his cousin, Nicolas, before him, light as the morning’s son and warming as a white fire. “It is time, cousin. For redemption accomplished. Forgiveness repaid. Ablution actualized.” said the image before him. And so the elder Barclay nodded simply, turning to Alfred “You hear that Alfred? Ich can hear your son” he managed to say just as weakly as before. “Saint Tylos awaits us, at the end of your long journey. Just a few short moments more, and you will be in the Seven Skies.” said the figure finally. Brandt could not hear much, but he heard his cousin’s voice praying and begging for his life to continue… Yet, it became apparent that the Barclay was going to close his eyes one last time, and so he did.“Wer rastet, der rostet… aber jetzt ruhe ich mich ohne Rost aus.” “Who rests, rusts, but now I rest without Rust” Were the final words of Ser Brandt Barclay, as he now followed his cousin into the Seven Skies. ________________________________________________________________ Thus Rsted Ser Brandt "the Patient" Barclay: Lord Treasuer of Hanseti-Ruska Meyster Knight of Hanseti-Ruska Crow Knight of Hanseti-Ruska Sergeant of the HRA Royal Blacksmith of the HRA Polearm Master-at-Arms of the HRA Alderman of his Majesty's Duma Founder of Barclay Bargains, Barclay Waffen, and Barclay Books & Bundles Founder of the Black Crow Company Founder of the Shqiptar Union Father Husband Coat of Arms of Ser Brandt "the Patient" Barclay, depicting the troll he slayed ________________________________________________________________ FINAL LETTERS AND WILL Letters were prepared and set up on Brandt’s desk, as they were sent to each of the following individuals in the case of his death: ((These letters are IRP knowledge only to those who have recieved theirs)) Adrianna Vitale (@MildStatic) Spoiler Zum Schatz meines Lebens,What you have given me during our life together has been more than I could have ever fathomed or ever wished for. The love and the children you have given me have been the two most important gifts and blessings I have ever received, and for this I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Your support during my times of need, and your presence during the times of joy have made my life a living heaven, for I imagine the seven skies, which I hope to now achieve, to feel similar to the times I had with you. Never would I have wished to have met another woman in my life, and when I see Godan, I will bow to him, so to thank him for the wife he had blessed me with. The days of rain and struggle that followed me in our youth, both literally and rhetorically, were only bearable because I had you by my side, and it was all I could ever ask for. I will forever be in your debt, and will cherish the love we had in the seven skies as beyond, as I will await for you, and hopefully rain may fall once more on us to remind us of our blissful youth.Your loving husband,Brandt Cedric Barclay(@Frymark) Spoiler To my firstborn son,It still remains my utmost regret that I wasn’t as present during your early years of life as I am now. The little memories I have of seeing you grow up into adulthood linger in my mind to this day, and yet it fills me with joy that my voyage to Kalden ended when it did, for you turned into a better man that I would’ve ever imagined or hoped for. If you’re reading this, it means that I’m gone once more, most likely against my own will or hopes, and once again I won’t be able to see you grow up, this time to a crippling age. Yet, provided that Godan has seen me worthy to enter the seven skies, I rest on the hopes to see you greet me one day - God willing not soon. To you, my son, I leave one of my most precious achievements, for which I hope to be remembered for, even if by your descendants only, my forge, the Barclay Waffen™ and my legacy to continue providing arms and armour to be made for the protection of Kingdom and Family. To you, my son, I also leave the legacy that my Grandmother, Marcella, left me, a Karin named Idred; may it serve you as it did her. To pass to you my legacy as a knight, yours is also my knightly poleaxe, Patience, as well as the anguished club of the troll I fell during my final trial as a squire. Be careful with it, for it is a force that I yet do not understand, and have had no interest to dwell much in. The rest of my legacy and will I have given to you already, may you continue it and pass it onto the descendants of our family.Your loving father,Ser Brandt Barclay KC Albrecht Barclay (@kipps) Spoiler To my second son, After the many business and economic endeavors we have operated, it saddens me to see it finally come to an end, at least my part in it. Being both my son and my business partner for so many years, the joy it brings me seeing you become what you have compensates for my sadness, you learned well and grew a bargainer and trader, dare I say, exceeding my skill. As such, to your trusted hands I leave Barclay Bargains™, may the profits prosper, and may your pursuit of the bag, as I say, bring about prosperous fruits of your labour. To you I’ve also left the first successful sword I forged, Zummenklinge, may you yield it like you yield your wits.Your loving father,Ser Brandt Barclay KC Adelric Barclay (@MadOne) Spoiler To my pious middle child,Your tongue is sharp and your wits even sharper, as is your faith and your devotion to it. Since your youth, I knew you would grow to do great things, for the glory of Godan, our family, and Haense altogether. And I was right, for I still remember your role in mending the Hyspanian schism in your childhood, and your achievements as Cardinal. You have blessed both our house and my line, and for this I thank you. Please pray for me after my passing, so that my humbled soul does not vanquish, and may wait for our next meeting in the seven skies. To you I leave the number of medals I earned during my lifetime in the HRA, which, although not many, bring me joy and reminiscence to have protected this Kingdom throughout my life. I am sure you will store and safekeep them well.Your loving father,Ser Brandt Barclay KC Lorenz Barclay (@Diaolos_) Spoiler To my fourth son,I am still able to see the resemblance of your mother in you without having to see you. You have matched her in both kindness and strength, and I hope I had at least a small role to play, for it brings me equal joy to see the man you have become. Although I wished we had spent more time together, I am afraid that Godan hasn’t allowed for such, and yet I know I will live through you and your descendants, as much as I will live through your brothers. May you use your strength and devotion to serve the HRA and make our family proud.To you I leave, regretfully late, the wedding rings I had prepared for when you marry. I know that you will be a loving father and husband, and so I hope these rings will make you remember me occasionally, perhaps even tell your children a story or two about me. Furthermore, I leave to you some of the restored, yet old weapons of the HRA that my master, Ser Marcus Erhdhart made with my help when I was still a young apprentice. They remind me of my youth in these days of old age, as you do too. May they prove helpful and serve you well.Your loving father,Ser Brandt Barclay KC Manfred Barclay (@Coolcod77) Spoiler To my brother and Lord Marshal,We’ve had a long way of good times together during our lives, and no bad memories that I can recall - though I have turnt old and gray, so it is a possibility. In all seriousness, the times we’ve had had together, most of them in our youth regrettably, have allowed me to both chuckle and rejoice in all we’ve done. The fact that you weren’t able to court Adryana because of your color still remains one of the most humoristic parts of my life, and I know it does to you too, so I feel like you won’t be offended. You were as good of a Lord Marshal as our father, and, although I was not present as much during the beginning of your tenure as I was towards its second half, I can say with confidence that it has brought me honor to be by your side. On his deathbed, Wilheim told me that the role I was to fill, was to be a support to you, a brother second in importance, words which I accepted with honor, and to this day I was able to fulfill efficiently. May your days of retirement be joyous, and your cabbages prosperous.Your loving brother,Ser Brandt Barclay KC Friedrich Barclay (@ColdestPepsi) Spoiler To my dear nephew and Lord Marshal,You were expected to fill the shoes of many great men who came before you, and so have you done successfully. During your tenure thus far, the HRA has seen improvement and stability, much like it did with your father before you, and your father before him. Despite the lack of Officers, to which I will also hold blame, you have been able to upkeep the army with Cedric alone, and rather efficiently so, which brings me both joy and makes me feel more honored that the generations of Barclays after that of mine continue with their efficiency and hard work into maintaining our great Kingdom. Continue your hard work son, for it will pay you back at the very end, love your family and hold your love and honor above everything else. Your loving great-uncle, Ser Brandt Barclay KC Luisa Barclay (@Demented_Delila) Spoiler To my dear and fair younger sister,It has been a pleasure to have been there and see both you and your family grow into the great people that you are today. Although you’re now married and a not-as-young woman, you still remain and will forever remain my younger and only sister, for whom I would be willing break the kneecaps of even the king, though luckily it never came to any of such, for your were a fair lass and grew to be an even better woman. Your mastery and trade have always been outstanding, and you will forever bring a good look and pride to the women of our house. May your life be long and your line of descendants even longer. Your loving brother,Ser Brandt Barclay KC Marie Barclay (@EnderMaiashiro) Spoiler To my niece, whom I saw as a daughter,I still remember when you were just five and I could hold you up without a problem. Now you’ve grown taller than me, and I feel you will grow to be even stronger and a better fighter than me. You used to say that you wanted to become a Dame since your childhood, and to this day you grow closer and closer to reaching your goal, which makes me both happy and sad, for I am afraid I will not be there to see you knighted, at least not while I live. Nevertheless, I know you will grow to be as fine a woman as your mother, and bring both glory and love to our beloved house, as well as the house to which you will marry. Stay true to your roots and love your family as you have done so far, and I hope to greet you in the seven skies as a fully accomplished Dame many decades from now. Your loving uncle,Ser Brandt Barclay KC Ser Osvald Barclay ( @MadOne) Spoiler To the man who I saw as a second father,I hope you get to read this letter Osvald, for it means you’ve grown into a crippling age after your prosperous, unjustly sabotaged life; yet I hope it is not crippling enough that you cannot get out of bed, for I know how you hate staying in place for long. You have taught me many of what I learned during my life, and shaped me into the man that I now am for the better. You saved me at the battle of Mettreden during the Scyfling invasion, which cost me my eye, but by the grace of Godan not my life because of you. I will be forever grateful to you, and hope to see you in the seven skies, so that we may forever celebrate and remember our good times. Your loving cousin,Ser Brandt Barclay KC Patriarch Alfred Barclay ( @rep2k) Spoiler To the man who I saw as a brother as much as I saw Manfred that way,You have blessed our family and will continue to do so far after I’m gone, for which I am certain. In my mind still linger the times we’ve spent together during our youth, and the great, slightly-less-than-innocent fun we’ve had. Despite your holy robes, you’re still the old same Alfred to me, a brother more than a cousin, and a beam of support that held me through my life. Although the cloth has changed you, your temper and your inclination to such boyish charm, I know for a fact that it is that same Alfred that rests in your core. But, unfortunately we had no more time in our old age to rejoice in such, and much to my regret, had even less time to spend together. If I make it there, I will be the first to greet you in the seven skies, after Osvald naturally, for I hope Godan allows us to live there as we did in this world during our youth. Pray for me, and that funeral better be a good one. Your loving brother,Ser Brandt Barclay KC Alric var Ruthern (@biggestdon) Spoiler To my squire and Knight Paramount,Although I didn’t squire many men and women during my life, I remain glad that you were one, if not virtually the only one I took under my wing. You grew into a man of fine feats and great skill Alric, and like all men before you have made mistakes, some graver and more public than others. Though, unlike all men, you showed humbleness and lowered your head and pride so to repent, a feat greater than what many men have achieved in their lifetime. However, do remember that true repentance is shown from actions and not word alone, so live your life now so not to fall into the same trap once more. And on that note, I would also want to apologise for my retiring as Meyster Knight not long after being given such a title, I had underestimated both the effect of my old age and the weight of my duties as Treasurer. May you grow and may your life prosper in chivalrous feats.Your friend and mentor,Ser Brandt Barclay KC Fionn Castaway & William Calorus ( @FionnTWG & @Capt_Chief26) Spoiler To my fellow younger brothers in arms,Out of the newest and latest generation of my brothers in the HRA, you two are the ones I’ve had the most pleasure to bond with. Albeit we did not get to conduct as many training sessions or spent as much time as I had wished due to my duties keeping me busy, it has been a pleasure to see you two serving for our Kingdom. You two remind me of my younger self and my good, deceased friend Sacul Risha. Cherish each other and your friendship while you have it lads, before whatever Godan decides to throw at you as a test breaks it off. May you two grow old, bold, and may your exploits echo through the HRA for decades to come.Your friend and brother-in-arms Ser Brandt Barclay KC Koeng Heinrik II (@Rudi) Spoiler To my Koeng,You have been like no Haeseni king I have seen and served under in my life, and I have seen three. That is to say that I mean different in either a good or bad way, for change should be seen as something neutral and relative. Just as relative and open-ended have many of your decisions have been. Much like me, you have been reckless and you have been patient, both foolish and wise. Yet, I have found it my utmost pleasure to have served under your council as Treasurer, and, if you’re reading this, it means I am unable to do so anymore. Nevertheless, as I have told you, I still remember the days which I trained both you and Mariya in the gardens of the palace, and yet, now I see you a grown man with a mind and ambition of his own. What I have had to say to you, lord, I have said already, though what I still need to give to you is yet another, final portion of my wealth I wish to go to our Kingdom. That would be a sum of 3,000 mina, so that my final amount of money donated to the Kingdom becomes a full 10,000 mina. What do I say, I like full numbers that look good and pleasant. May your reign be wise and long.Your friend and subject,Ser Brandt Barclay KC Official Portrait of Lord Treasurer Brandt Barclay ________________________________________________________________ ((CLICHE OOC LINE)) ((Okay in all seriousness, absolutely my favourit LOTC and RP experience of all damn time and I love every single one of you who contributed to DaBrandt's story. Love yall, and RIP the homie Brandt o7)) ((CHARACTER SHEET)) Spoiler https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1YsJkkaxXqWs0dppwYp_bo5wvL7B41sXKU_yotqhfgW0/edit?usp=sharing ((FUN TIMES SCREENSHOTS)) Spoiler 53 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
rep2k 2477 Share Posted April 12, 2021 (edited) Looking at the fireplace, at the crackling fire and the burning wood, the old priest sits in a chair inside his room, holding the Hussariyan cross in his right hand. Little by little, he would run his hand over the wound on his face, going back to the time of the battle around Reinmar, a battle which ended the lire of the good.. Recalling the grieving moment when his dear cousin, Brandt went on a long journey, Alfred would always look into his arms, wondering to himself, "What purpose do you have, if you could not protect my cousin.." , and so he wonders, sitting in front of the fireplace, calm and serene, remembering Brandt and their shared moments throughout his childhood, growing up, and even later life. The day his cousin died remained in his memory. If prayer can't help him, then who can? He spent time with himself, remembering Brandt as a child, during his stay in New Reza, and their adventures which, by chance, brought them into various troubles and interesting moments. "You were, and will remain in the hearts of all of us, and especially in my heart, cousins ... No one will ever forget you, because you are the person who beautified us every day, joking around yet being serious in the same time..", the elder man chuckles to himself, rubbing his cross, a cold expression on his face, "Though, it seems you were right about that dream, Brandt.. may Saint Tylos bring you to the Seven Skies, together with Nicolas.. After all, we brought nothing with us when we came into the world, and we can’t take anything with us when we leave it, so please, cousin.. if you can hear me.. do know that you took me with you, even if I'm here...", he signs a cross of Hussariya, before dropping his head to the side, on a pillow which was next to him, closing his eyes slowly as he recalls Brandt, and only Brandt, his cousin, and the best Barclay that ever existed while he was alive.. Edited April 12, 2021 by rep2k 14 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Marron 140 Share Posted April 12, 2021 "Fur Brandt! Blood fur Barclay!" was the cry that echoed across the fields of Reinmar that day as the men of the HRA made their charge to avenge Brandt. The young squire Albrecht Mondblume, numb and heart stricken by the loss of yet another knight, used the last of his zeal to plunge his longsword into Bido's spine. It would never bring Brandt back, nor would it ease his Uncle and mentor Cedric Barclay's grief, but he hoped it would make Brandt smile from the seven skies. He had never spoke to him, but only sat and watched in silent reverence as he shined Cedric's armour while the father and son spoke to eachother a few saint's days before the battle. However, as he stood in the dim light of the Reinmar Chapel where Brandt lay he still felt a pang of grief. Squires like him could only wish to become the kind of Knight that Brandt was. Standing, drenched in the sweat and grime of battle, he saluted the fallen hero and walked away. 8 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
EnderMaiashiro 663 Share Posted April 12, 2021 Marie had carried the body of the now late Ser Brandt Barclay up the steps to the clinic, laying him down on one of the clinic beds in silence. She removed the red wolf pelt from herself, laying it over his body before one last hug. "Ich will miss vu, Uncle Brandt... Rest well. Ich will see vu in the seven skies, ich am sure."Awaiting up in the seven skies is Marcella Avern-Barclay, who opens her arms to take Brandt into a tight and long awaited hug. "I am sad to see you so soon... liebe. But welcome. You've worked so hard in your life. Rest now, you are with family still and the others will join when the time is right." At this, Marcella beckoned her grandchild through the gates and among the throng of other Barclays that waited to greet their kin. 13 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
louislxix 3054 Share Posted April 12, 2021 The Paramount of Hanseti-Ruska, occupied by other duties, rest a hand over his chest plate, from where a pained ache would not quite subside. His letter would later arrive, as he occupied his mind elsewhere in the knightly halls, hours before, he had seen Ser Brandt -- and in a way, he could still feel the presence of him. A one-over sufficed for the long-suffering memory of Ser Alric. "A dobry man." Taking his leave subsequently, he wends his way through the palace of Karosgrad, hoping to hear from the other knights of the orders. 15 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
ThatDutchFellow 1054 Share Posted April 12, 2021 (edited) Joseph Gaultier sits in the church of Reinmar having prayed with the now deceased Ser Brandt right before the battle of Reinmar once defrosted from his frozen state inflicted by the terrible power of the Rimetrolls Joseph stands up and weakly wobbles over to the corpse of Ser Brandt placing a hand over his cold armor letting out a hefty grun "Teh dah seven skies ye go Brother..." hed let out closing his eyes for a moment before stepping back and saluting the corpse of the old crow that had fallen Edited April 12, 2021 by ThatDutchFellow 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Xarkly 12489 Share Posted April 12, 2021 Konstantin Wick remembered Brandt from the very first meeting of the Knight's Table, where the then-squire had sat with eyes shining, all full of piss and vinegar. It was an all-too familiar feeling for him, reading of the death of a man he had known as a boy. Not an entirely bad feeling, but a bittersweet one. He was glad Brandt had gone so far. He was a good man, Konstantin decided; one of the precious few left. 12 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
GoodGuyMatt 7056 Author Share Posted April 12, 2021 2 minutes ago, Xarkly said: Konstantin Wick remembered Brandt from the very first meeting of the Knight's Table, where the then-squire had sat with eyes shining, all full of piss and vinegar. It was an all-too familiar feeling for him, reading of the death of a man he had known as a boy. Not an entirely bad feeling, but a bittersweet one. He was glad Brandt had gone so far. He was a good man, Konstantin decided; one of the precious few left. Even in the seven skies, Brandt remains Sir Konstantin's number one supporter and fan, as he had been throughout his entire life. 11 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
ColdestPepsi 1025 Share Posted April 12, 2021 In the direct aftermath of the death of Brandt Friedrich had decided to bring his men and to charge the trolls which had cause his death. As he charged he felt numb. "Blood for Barclay!" He cried out as he continued to lead the charge. When the other men repeated "Krusae Zwy Kongzem, Blood for Barclay." He had known that Brandt had left his mark, that he would forever go down in history. Bido was later slain, likely the mastermind of the attack, yet Friedrich paid for it with his leg. Despite the high price he knew he had made the right decision. 15 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wolfey34 243 Share Posted April 12, 2021 Fyodor Erhdhart sits with his family out in the countryside as he reads over the letter. He'd frown as he looked over the missive of Ser Brandt's death. "So another one of the old guard dies out eh?" he'd sigh "Brandt was a good man and a worthy student of my papej. I hope he's drinking with everyone in the seven skies. Maybe I'll join ye soon enough" Stefan B. Vyronov follows after Friedrich with revenge in his eyes over Brandt's death. He struck forth and chucked a carrion towards the leader of the trolls Bido. He would cry "Blood for Barclay! Blood for Mariya!" as the cocktail exploded over the troll, ending it's life. 14 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
MotherLay 815 Share Posted April 12, 2021 Adryana sheds a tear as the news of her old friend breaks to her, "You were good, Brandt. Aloha, my friend," she notes then towards the sky, taking the rest of the day off of her duties to mourn. 12 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mio 3771 Share Posted April 12, 2021 Mio Mackensen sat upright in his bed, the very aged and brittle veteran grumbling to himself as he read over the missive that was hand delivered to his home. It felt like just last week Brandt had delivered him a basket of cabbages and news of the treasurers new doing, but now he sat hearing of that same mans death "Oh that Brandt Barclay, you know, ich remember everything about him, fighting alongside him in the Scyfling war, his wedding, und him finally becoming treasurer! He lived such a... fulfilling life! A very successful yet humble man." The mans gaze turned over to the door, meeting eyes with the young Erich Barclay who sat on the flood listening to the mans rant "Ich am sure you will be just as great as your uncle . . . maybe better." He set the missive down and closed his eyes for the night, pondering on all the great moments him and the man had so long ago.@GoodGuyMatt Spoiler Mackensen truly died at his wedding. 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
MadOne 3063 Share Posted April 12, 2021 Osvald Barclay, upon receiving news of his cousin's death would take a deep breath of sigh. He shook his head in solemnity. From forth his bed in Haelun'or, he imagines himself on campaign with Brandt, as they rode into the organised line of the Scyfling army with a well-versed charge. "Perhaps I did not save you from your fate, but only delayed it, son." He would utter to the starry night of the Silver City, as if Brandt was looking down upon him. For all he could know, Brandt fell on a day that was so quiet and still on the whole Almaris, that the reports of the local Haelun'orian scouts that he acquainted himself with confined itself to the single sentence: 'All quiet on the North.' Osvald, in all his hopefulness imagined turning him over to see that he could not have suffered long; his face had an expression of calm, as though almost glad the end had come, as though sleeping. _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Adelric Cardinal Freising, received the letter that his father had trusted Friedrich with too late, along with the news of his beloved father's demise. He took a deep sigh upon reading the words that his father left him. Much to Friedrich's surprise, the Cardinal simply raised his grey eyes, eyes of his mother with what seemed to be complete apathy. He slowly slid his letter into his pocket and shook his head, placing a hand upon his cousin's shoulder, showing concern as the Duke travelled so far just to carry out his duty for family, despite missing a leg from the battle that took his uncle. @ColdestPepsi "Let the months and years come, cousin. From now on, they can take nothing from me, as they can take nothing more. And so I can confront them without fear. The man that has borne me through these years is still in my blood and my body. Whether I have subdued it, I know not. But so long as it is there it will seek its own way out, heedless of the will that is within me. Perhaps I'd like to think of my brothers and I as Brandt, split into four, with Cedric embodying his military background, Albrecht his thrift, I his wit, and Lorenz his compassion. So worry not, and tell our kin to wipe their tears, for we all live through the man, and God preserves both us and him." The Cardinal then proceeded to pack his bags from Reinmar in front of the Young Duke, going over to shine a smile of resolve to the man. "I would like to go in seclusion, in the North, and deliberate. If I reach an ancient wisdom, I shall tell it to you." And so Adelric departed from his Bishopric into the North. He sought the path of Joren and Owyn. There, he secluded himself in an ancient cave, and dined on the sacred root and bitter juices granted onto him by God and nature. He drunk from the crevices and still lakes of the cave, of which he believed them to be coming from the waters of Gamesh. And he saw that God provided him. Upon looking on the mirror image of himself in the water, he could almost see Brandt, and his missing eye. His father smiled back at him from the seven skies, with Nicolas, Wilheim, Marcella, Tylos, Conrad and other countless of his kin behind him. And he saw that it was good. 7 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Diaolos 204 Share Posted April 12, 2021 Lorenz Barclay left the battlefield early to attend to some serious unknown business of his. He was on the far left side of the battlefield aiding The previous Marshal Manfred Barclay and His cousin the sharp shooter Alfred Barclay. He excused himself that he needs to go at the near end of the battle with the trolls when there was only one left. he knew that his presence is unnecessary since there were more than enough soldiers to help kill this last troll. he climbed the hill he was on and upon reaching the top he glance his father Brandt and Bruder Cedric retreating after delivering a successful attack on the troll. he kissed two of his fingers and raised them to face his Father and Bruder and prayed to St.Tylos to watch over them in his absence. Later that day in the middle of the night, as he just walked through the gates clearly just finished his business, one of his brothers at arms whom he was guarding the gates that night recognized Lorenz, The guard frowned….. “Sir” The guard said pausing for a moment “I'm sorry for you lost sir….” he said as he glanced at the ground beneath Lorenz. Lorenz eyes widened greatly, he held the guard by his shoulder with a grib that would crush someone if he had more strength, Lorenz asked with a voice of someone who’s trying to be calm “......Who died…?” Lorenz asked after a few seconds of getting himself together….The guard responded almost instantly fearing that he angered Lorenz “S-S-Ser Brandt Barclay!” he exclaimed informing him with his father’s death…..The young man’s arms slided off the guard’s shoulders as he now formed an expression of sadness and regret. he stood for a few seconds then rushed towards the hospital, upon arriving the Hospital staff would greet Lorenz with sad expressions. he merely walked past them with not showing any kind of emotions. as he walked down the stairs to the morgue, entering the room he was met with a large figure lying on top of the table in the center of the room covered with a large white cloth. Lorenz approached the table after giving the doctor a nod to leave him alone for a few. with shaky hands he removed the top part of the cloth off his father’s face. as soon as he saw his father’s cold face the man that never showed any kind of emotions to anyone ever except three people Broke down, his whole body started to shake as he placed the palm of his hand on his father’s face… he leaned down giving his father’s forehead a kiss.. as he glanced down on cold face of his father, Tear drops started to splash on his father’s face as Lorenz cried a river for the being he loved the most and looked up to… few second in the future the doctor was about to enter the morgue she stopped as she saw the man Lorenz Barclay on his knees by the table crying like a little boy for the first time in 25 years. she slowly retreated with a word leaving the man to cry himself out. few minutes...after crying himself out he stood up with red eyes, he brushed his father’s hair back one more time and give him one more kiss on the head before covering him once again. leaving the room knowing that this was the last time he would ever see his father. Lorenz turned towards the person who he can cry himself out with, the love of his live Ava Sirsk, he used the keys he was given to enter her house quietly, for him to see her sitting on the couch writing one of her new books. upon seeing her he fell on his knees and started to break down, the woman rushed towards her lover hugging him as she already knew why was he crying….. Brandt sure made Lorenz what he is today. Brandt’s death left Lorenz with a huge scar that may never heal… 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Capt_Chief26 1205 Share Posted April 12, 2021 William Carolus had heard for Ser Brandt’s end from Fionn upon his return home, William was devoid of breath, feeling like the wind had been knocked out of him. He felt the tears run down his face, he thought of how he had his last conversation with Ser Brandt earlier that saints day, and he remembered that he never actually got a chance to say goodbye. He remembered how Brandt and Jackson had been like father figures to him when he first joined the army in his 15th year. He thought back to how he had gone to Brandt for polearm training, teaching him in the ways being a proper soldier during his time as an initiate. He smiled at these memories before going to his liquor cabinet and pulling out one of his finest bottle of Carrion Black he had bought from Brandt. William grabbed two glasses, followed by popping the cork off and pouring out some of the contents off his balcony in respect of the legendary man. He poured Fionn and himself each a glass of Carrion and Toasting the man. “May you finally rest, Ser. Godan knows you earned it” he said as he finished off his drink before going to pray for the Knight and the Barclays in their time of grief. 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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