[PK] MY LYRE AND I

[Gandhi 3225]

 

MY LYRE AND I

 

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Spoiler

 

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MEINE LEIER UND ICH | MY LYRE AND I

Written by Alfred, High Chieftain of the Reinmaren

In the year of our Lord 1988

 

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ÖHNE UND TÖCHTER VON REINMAR,

 

HEARKEN, the words of your High Chieftain flow now. For many years I have held the mantle, I bore witness as Brasca fell - and Winburgh burned. I was struck in the Westmark - and I drove our spears north, seizing spoils of war from Ravenmire. I have long been tested, and I have not yet been broken.

 

Our ancestors dreamed for many centuries – and we have finally realised it. Our tribe has grown, and with it, we have built for ourselves Kretzen. I have had my children, who thereon had their own – I have seen us prosper.

 

Though as are our words - He who rests, rusts. As my father before me, it is my place to recognize when the hour grows late. I have grown absent, and have withered in my late hour. I will not let myself become an old emblem of yore – I will seize my fate by the horns, and offer myself unto our ancestors and GOD himself.

 

It is for that reason that I, son of Manfred, have set out. Here, atop this stone shall I sit with the Lyre of the Rein - and here, I will play the songs of yore, until my final hunt beckons. Do not search - for I will be gone, put my belongings to the torch.

 

I. Unto you, Frederica Josefina, do I offer my titles, you are to bear the arms of your forefathers with pride. You will be crowned, as I was, only now as Princess in Reinmar, and be Leon’s equal.
 

II. For my brother, Leon Anton, do I offer the station of High Chieftain. Often more worthy than I - it is finally time to take up the mantle, as the eldest of the Reinmaren Chieftains.

 

III. With my last act, I will it so - that Erwin Leofric be endowed with the Barony of Sigradz, so it shan’t lay dormant.
 

 

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GOTT MIT UNS

Alfred,

Son of Manfred,

High Chieftain of the Reinmaren

 

[!]

In the following days - many close kin of Alfred came to receive letters.

 

To Leon, @BuilderBagel

Spoiler

O’Brother, son of Ferdinand. How do I express unto you my gratitude for our years of rulership. Whilst many may have torn the throats of the other out – we have achieved our common goal, and have maintained the ties set for us by our forefathers. We have seen to it that our realm is secure, and that the outlander has no grasp in the Moot. I ask that you do what I am unable to, help guide Erwin, for he is our future.

 

 

To Frederica, @crazedpudding

Spoiler

Daughter of mine, Chieftess of our people. For many years I have seen you worthy, despite the plagues that have befell our family. Protect our family, our lineage - defend your siblings, and children alike. I offer my strength unto you, my eldest. Take my things, put many to the torch atop a pyre, I will require them. Pass unto your eldest my wardrobe, for he may don them when he comes of age. The future is in your hands, my child - I lay my trust into you.

 

 

To Brandt, @Shadow2k

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My son - Brandt. I have bore witness as you have been raised, alongside my own daughter - and whilst at times I may have worried for you, it has all since been disproven. I lay my confidence unto you, and your work.

 

 

To Erwin & Reinhardt, @JuliusAakerlund @Liokv

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My two eldest boys - firstly Erwin, you have lived a life of humility, one I myself have often longed for. You have been wed, aligning two Waldenian houses, and have served the Diet faithfully as a squire – ensure your twin sister remains strong, assist her in her reign, will you? And Reinhardt, you have served the tribe dutifully. You were hardened by your time in the military, and I could not have been prouder of my sons. Both of you, serve your tribe - and your Chieftains dutifully.

 

 

To Juliya, @annabanana1014

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My daughter - your fate was decided in your youth – by the will of my hand. And yet, you have lived entirely up to it, to your status as Queen. I ask of you to keep your siblings close, stand as an example of piety among the Haensemen, and tell your children of their forefathers’ deeds.

 

 

To Marius, @Dogged

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Young Marius - I grew up among your people – my friends, from the days of yore. It was Ivan and I who cemented the marital bond between our tribes. Do not forget your allies - you carry a brotherhood with the Reinmaren.

 

 

To Maud and Dietrich, @Allien @tcs_tonsils_

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My Youngest - firstly, Maud – truthfully so, I have not bore witness to much within your lifetime, though perhaps this is only a work of my absence. Regardless, I hope that you may find for yourself a route that may bring glory to yourself, and our tribe. Next, to Dietrich – my youngest child, the runt of the litter. For many years I considered you unworthy of bearing our name, of donning our colours. My torment of you will finally end, with my death, and I shall offer unto you one of my blades, for Frederica to pass onwards to you. Take the blade, and let it bring glory to your name, and your tribe.

 

 

To Erwin, @Timer

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My Grandson, you are the sum of us. Of Leon and I, of your mother and father, of Sutica and Minitz, of Theoderik and Gelimar. Wear the mantle wisely, for you are the culmination of the efforts of your forebearers, and the fate of Reinmar ultimately rests in your hands. Grow and learn well, you share the same fate as our tribe - do not let it wither with absence, though I trust you shan’t in any regard.

 

 

 

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[crazedpudding 2512]

Frederica stood, windswept, between the trees of the Ferdenwald. The place she had chosen was less traveled compared to the well-worn paths, but sacred and silent all the same. One could better see the forest-covered hills of Reinmar from here, the scent of pine and fresh water rising from the riverbank below.

 

It had been days since she had spent time here. Fitting, she thought. Her father had chosen his death atop a stone of his liking. It was only right that she decide where she would become something different. It was odd how life changed in a mere instant, with the snap of a finger, the cut of a blade—the stroke of a pen.

 

It was here, on this nameless hill, that she began again.

 

The once-Baroness waited for a change, a difference within herself, and when she found none, she turned from the hill and sought the walls of Kretzen once more.

 

[BuilderBagel 1203]

Upon finding the body of his blood brother, co-ruler, and High Chieftain, Leon II wept sorrowfully. "We will burn you, with all you need, brother." The Prince swore as he wrapped his arms around Alfred's beloved lyre. "Our shared grandson shall be safe, and he will rule over what was once yours well."

Once Alfred's body was deposited in the man's former bedchamber for safekeeping, Leon prayed alone within the chapel the two princely cousins had once prayed together in. "It is silent without you, Alfred, without your shouting or your playing." He lamented as he thought of their co-rulership and all the times that came with it.

[Timer 1978]

Erwin Barclay, the claimed sum of both chieftains wept as he plucked the heavy strings of his oaken harp, creating a sorrow melody he'd soon title, "Grandfather". 

[ViewerDiscretion_ 248]

Sir Varik von Wesenburg silently stares into his blazing hearth after the news reaches him. He knows mourning shall set in quickly across Reinmar, and a heavy sigh escapes him.

 

Varik pours himself a glass of wine and lights a cigarette, in honor of the late Prince Alfred.

[annabanana1014 2084]

Juliya of Reinmar would of received the letter by a nearby servant. Her face drops as her eyes scanned the missive, a hand covering her mouth as she fell to her knees... 

 

"N-No.. Father.. you couldn't have.. Please watch over my Boris.. I always looked up to you, how am I supposed to continue without your support and wisdom... You left to soon- Father-"

 

Juliya hugged the missive tightly in her arms as she held her father's gift close to her. Tears streamed down her face as she simply laid upon the floors of her bedchamber. 

[Barbarus 1232]

Brandt the Second gripped the letter addressed to him, down casting his head as he remembered the old Prince fondly. Yet, simultaneously would he be seething internally after learning that the late man's princely attire, long desiring possession of it, was not to be bequeathed to him, but Brandt's own son.

[Ramon 5186]

Manfred Barclay WEPT upon hearing of his eldest (and favorite) son's death.

"He led our people well. Saint Johann would be more than proud."

He told himself after. The elderly Barclay gone to drink his sorrows over having outlived one of his children away thereupon.

[DogWithABanana 100]

At dusk, Estmund swayed uneasily from shock of the news. Missive in hand dropping as he falls against a chair, sinking into its seat.
His face now in his hands, quietly weeping. "My Chieftain," He sobs. "My first Chieftain."

Reminiscing, raised memories akin to rising into a past brighter sky, brings back a younger, wandering Estmund before Alfred at the gates of Kretzen.

Alfred reached out in the vision. "Be welcome," He said, "And prove yourself."

And thus.

Estmund felt naught but gratitude to the late Alfred.

Estmund remained in his chair until the sun had set orange through a windowsill, warming his eyelids. Slowly gazing to it with a reminder.
Time passes by with death in its wake, taking a life and gifting a memory.

[Morphine 823]

Roland von Wesenburg grieves the loss of his High Chieftain and friend. He grabs a bottle of rum and starts driving the liquor into him.

[dmitris 391]

Ser Anselm Barclay was sitting in his office at his manor when he received the news of the Prince's death. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as the Lord Bailiff poured himself a mug of ale and raised it in honour of his name. It was late as he drifted off to sleep, or at least he would tried to, for it was going to be a night of mourning.

Edited August 6, 2024 by dmitris

[DahStalker 3692]

Elia Eryka ran from her haven of goats upon hearing of her grandsons passing, the only one from her daughter Ravenna she was able to meet - little Alfred. That aged Scyfling was speechless as she discovered that Prince among the others in the seven skies, arms wrapping around him without another word. She then wept. 

[cadazio 2105]

The Crab observed as the ghost of Kazimir Jumbo returned to his past iterations in the Skies, slowly rising above Kretzen, carried by the wind. He called out to him; "Perhaps next time you'll be the Duke of Reinmar."

 

After a pause, the Pontiff's eyes trailed to the portrait of Leon. There was a strangely reminiscent... feel, about him. Almost like August Barclay... in a strange, sort of spiritual hyper-sense. Eyes widened with realization, and he turned his head back up toward the Skies, "Forget what I said!"

[BlauRps 545]

The Elderly Former Lander, Hildibrand Brawn, received the news of Alfred’s passing as he looked out across the fields that adorned Kretzen’s mighty gate.

 

”T’ think Ich ‘ould be ‘he one t’ pass on b’fore ‘he younger generation… Ich still remember ‘hen he was but a newborn..” He spoke before he sat up from his desk “Ich should look ‘or Manfred, he could probably use ‘he company right now..” The mountain of a Highlander would speak to himself as he left his home to venture into the city… and probably get a drink to celebrate the late Prince’s life.

 

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The young Berkhoven alchemist, Joseph von Berkhoven, would be wide-eyed hearing the news of Prince Alfred’s passing. The younger alchemist would look to from the blueprints of an Animii prosthetic to the elder Berkhoven alchemist.

 

”Shall we call it here und go for drinks, Uncle Klaus?” He asked as he awaited an answer from Klaus.

( @Digit_005)

[Irishmanmichael 504]

Wilhelm sat in silence for a few moments it had not been long since he had good news und now pain and suffering had come for him again. The death of his friends son and his prince pained him greatly as the old man clung to life.