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THE SUMMONING OF SPEARS
 
Die Beschwörung von Speeren
 
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Issued by the Warchief Wilhelm Berkhoven, In the Year of our lord, 1960 
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SÖHNE UND TÖCHTER VON MINITZ,
 
Harken to the call of the war drums, noble warriors of our mighty land! By the strength of our Reinmaren blood and the fire in our hearts, I, Wilhelm von Berkhoven, Warchief of Theoderic's Warband, extend onto you this summon herein.
 
The Roach and the Franks, insolent foes who have dared encroach upon our sacred soil, have invoked the wrath of the Lord. It is thusly the time to muster our forces and convene in the ancient halls of decision per the request of our hallowed Princes. Assemble the fiercest of our warriors, the noblest of our ritters and the most venerable of our elders. Let every true son and daughter of our soil heed this call.
 
Beneath the shadow of our time-honored banners, let this war council be commenced at The Warband Hall, in Kanunsberg on The 14th of Sun's Smile in the year if our lord 1961. There, we shall deliberate upon and forge our oncoming strategy to combat our adversaries and defend the honor of our kin, assailed under the white banner of truce.
 
Bring forth your arms and armor, don your cloaks of our lineage. In the name of our bond to the King of Aaun, our Princes and the code of Kanunic honor, I call upon all Reinmaren, landser or warrior to stand united as one in the upcoming war council.
 

OOC :

Time: 4pm EST this Sunday

Place: Warband of Kanunsberg, Minitz

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WER RASTET, DER ROSTET
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"Fetch my armor! Prepare my spear and sword!" commanded Leon Barclay, the Prince of Minitz. "I'll be ready for when the banners assemble.." He said to himself, resolving to be prepared for the summon.

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This missive would be received and read by Klaus von Berkhoven. “A summons to talk about a call to arms against the Franks?” The Alchemist mused to himself.  “They will pay for what they’ve done.” He murmured as he prepared himself for the upcoming meeting.

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