ONLY NOW DO I LIVE WORTHY [RP Retelling]

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Issued by

JOHANN VON WEISENSTEIN

In the year of our Lord 2023.

 

 

ÖHNE UND TÖCHTER VON REINMAR,

 

HEARKEN, TRIBE OF REINMAR.

In the year of our Lord 2022, I marched to the fields of the Cordelie Woods in Petra with Prince Erwin and the rest of the Reinmaren retinue. The Covenant forces had set up their palisades to prepare for the coming fight in the days prior. I, along with the rest of the Reinmaren force, settled for a force entirely of cavalry. We ensured our lances were well-polished in the war camp, to strike true against the enemy. We circled the commanders, preparing a final speech for the soldiers about to participate in this important battle.

The warhorns blared as I charged forward on my steed into the thick of battle, the banners of Stroheim, Kanunsberg, and Weisenstein flying proudly upon our lances as we engaged the enemy forces. The battle was highly intense. I first made contact with my lance upon the Ravenmirian retinue, impaling many infantry before pushing through and riding into their backline. It was many times that I rode laps around the battlefield, impaling any unsuspecting levy or knight I came across and dismounting a few of the commanders of the Holy League’s army from their steeds. The chaos of the battle caused much of the fight to be a complete blur. I passed by the trees in front and behind our palisades and the barn where the Holy League’s force had been mustered before assaulting our lines.

SWOOSH,⚞SNAP.⚟

 My first lance broke upon the deaths of many enemies. I had to withdraw my second lance to continue my onslaught, to which I dismounted many more of the League’s commanders. Then, I rode back to avoid being dismounted by the enemy force and to meet with the rest of the men of the covenant. Unfortunately, I was unaware that during my invigorating frenzy, where I brought down many foes with my two lances, many others in my force had fallen to the blade of the enemy.

The blood of our enemies, the blood of my allies, stained my person. I did not see my brethren die, I had only seen the blade of my lance driving into the enemy.

 

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 I BECAME THE LAST ONE STANDING AMONG THE PALISADES BUILT BY OUR PETRAN ALLIES.  Taking glances at my few and last brethren, I quickly dismounted from my horse and drew my sword, sprinting into the fray. It was a valiant effort; I continued my assault amidst our hastily crafted defenses against the overwhelming remaining forces that charged toward the pile of Covenant and Holy League corpses where I stood. Swing after swing brought down one man-at-arms and levy after the next. That is, until finally, I had met my match. As I began to feel the fatigue from the strikes and my continuous fighting, I collapsed upon the field as though I were a mere part of the pile I stood on.

I lay in the aftermath of war, surrounded by loss, turmoil, and blood. I knew I fought for a cause like everyone did, but I had taken the lives of fathers and brothers–I was not the only one who had a family to return to.

My trip back to Kretzen after the battle was solemn. The road stretched long, but the weight on my shoulders made it feel longer. I noticed amidst the Reinmaren who remained, it was clear we had lost friends and kin in the pitched battle that now stood behind us. Grief weighed heavily over us, akin to a cloud. It was a fleeting moment of glory during this battle that sustained my sense of pride.

REINMAR WOULD ENDURE, for as long as I and the rest of the Host of St. Johann stood bravely to defend it.

 

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ZUERST REIN, ZULETZT RAUS

 

HIS EXCELLENCY, JOHANN VON WEISENSTEIN,

Lord Bailiff of Reinmar, 2nd Chief of the Tribe of Weisenstein

 

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