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Fall of Tyrand THE HARROWERS’ LAST VESTIGES IN THE EAST 𓌏──────────────⊱𓂀⊰──────────────𓌏 Gath flinched as the Norland boy’s bolt pierced through the chest of his final clone. He lost sight of the battle, and took a moment to reorient himself. Good, the familiar walls of ice and stone were still around him. He brought a hand to his head, feeling the beginnings of a throbbing headache. Using his one mind to control multiple bodies was a straining, if useful ability. He’d need some time to rest before doing it again. The fall of Fort Tyrand had been inevitable. Ever since Tyr had taken half the warband to die in Haense, he had known this. There weren’t enough troops left, their Chosen ranks had been decimated… No, he was making excuses. He had been overconfident after a string of minor victories. He had overestimated the flesh golems’ effectiveness. He had to make it up. He had to avenge the defeat. Still though…there had been an immense death toll. Gath rose in frustration, kicking a stray block of ice. He was trying to help them. The Harrower’s Blessing was a boon to the whole world! Yet the southerners kept fighting and resisting this offering of grace. If only there was some way to convince them- He paused. This was a familiar train of thought. The words of the elf soldier in the cage drifted back to him. It had been a good question; why didn’t they peacefully spread the good news of the Harrower to all? The benefits would speak for themselves, and people would join without threat of death. Tyr wouldn’t have had to die. It wouldn’t work anyway. Even though he might be willing, the Southerners never seemed interested in talking. They just kept calling him a coward and hitting him with hammers- But that was his fault, wasn’t it? The tribes attacked them first. Obviously, they would fight back. So why had the Harrower commanded them to use forc- Ah. Of course. It was not his place to think about these things. The Harrower would take care of it, just as he took care of all Ailmere. He was to simply do his duty. Gath rubbed his head, the headache from using multiple clones having suddenly spiked in pain out of nowhere. What was he thinking about again? The fall of Tyrand, yes. He stepped out of his cavern, watching a Thrall carry ores further down the tunnel as he wracked his brain. The southerners knew too much. They all carried lanterns nowadays and kept using those blasted goggles. He needed some better countermeasures. He needed a better weapon. 𓌏──────────────⊱𓂀⊰──────────────𓌏 A Gath clone cautiously slunk through the familiar grove of trees. He felt a strange reluctance as he drew near to the woman deeper within. She played with a small snow fox, unconcerned with the affairs of the world. He shouldn’t ask this of her. She was… Darkness. No, that wasn’t it. He had made a promise to someone, long ago. She was important to them. She was… Shadow. He couldn’t remember. He tried, but his head hurt so, so much. There were four other faces. The Chief. That was right, wasn’t it? He had told her she was… A weapon. Ah. Of course. It was not his place to think about these things. The Harrower would take care of her, just as he took care of all Ailmere. He was to simply do his duty. The woman turned, spotting him. Long white hair spilled out from under the hood that masked her face. She cradled the fox in her hands as she spoke - a soft, raspy voice, as if she had never spoken before. “Can I…play with them…now?” 𓌏──────────────⊱𓂀⊰──────────────𓌏

Several identical-looking hooded figures would lurk about the outskirts of Kaethul and Haelun'or. Though several would be caught and easily dispatched - popping like shadowy balloons when struck - they append as many of the following picture and caption below the posters as they can. ANATOLIY SACRIFICES ANIMALS TO THE HARROWER!!!!!!

Siegfried Barclay faints in shock upon hearing the news; he had had hatred of Li-Ren and Hou-Zi instilled in him by his mentor ever since he was a young man. After awakening, Siegfried enters the church in Minitz and begins self-reflection.

IGN: StillAMiniguy RP Name: Siegfried Barclay Persona ID: 54830

Shortly after his celebration with The Red Bull, the long dead Erwin Barclay gets the sudden, completely unrelated urge to seek out his old pal Mio Mackensen - one of the soldiers he's most proud to have led - to have a drink and catch up.

Siegfried reads and smiles. "I love Minitz."

Siegfried Barclay rushes to bring the news to the Herzog of Minitz, Brandt Barclay.

Siegfried reads and smiles "I love Minitz."

Siegfried reads and smiles "I love Minitz."

Siegfried reads and smiles "I love Minitz"

Siegfried Barclay was amongst the first who saw Leon's bloodied horse reach Neu Brandthof. Without his brother atop it, he understood the graveness of the situation. He gritted his teeth, and let out a huff, awaiting for the body to be delivered "Say hello to Vater for me." He then left to find a private place with tears falling from his eyes.

Siegfried Barclay stood quietly in the moot hall, watching as his brother officially abdicated from the throne. He felt a mix of emotions as he watched this historic moment unfold before him. As he gazed upon his brother, memories of their time together as leaders flooded his mind. He felt a pang of sadness, knowing that this chapter in their lives was coming to an end. Nostalgic feelings washed over him as he remembered the good times they had shared, and the challenges they had overcome together. However, despite these wistful feelings, he also felt a sense of pride and happiness. His nephew, the new Duke, was taking the throne, and he knew that the young ruler had the potential to lead Minitz in a positive direction. He felt grateful for the opportunity to pass on the lessons he had learned during his time as Warchief, and excited to see what the future held for his nephew and the kingdom. As the ceremony came to an end and the new Duke took his place on the throne, Siegfried couldn't help but smile. Despite the sadness he felt at his brother's abdication, he was filled with a sense of hope and excitement for what was to come. He knew that his brother was leaving Minitz in good hands, and that he would always be there to support and guide his nephew as he navigated this new chapter in his life.

Overheard in Neu Brandthoff after the Mootgoers' defeat: “He got me,” Halfbert said of Alfredo's play against him. "That f***ing Alfredo boomed me." Halfbert added, “He’s so good,” repeating it four times. Halfbert then said he wanted to add Alfredo to the list of players he works out with this summer.

Siegfried Barclay reminisced about how he lived with his kin, Teft Barclay, in a small village surrounded by vast forests and rolling hills. Teft was like a brother to Siegfried, and the two of them had mutual respect for each other. The news reached Siegfried during the Moot of the Reinmaren. He was filled with anger and despair, for Teft was one of his kin.

"All thanks to Teft Barclay." says Siegfried Barclay.