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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.

EINLADUNG ZUM ZWEITEN LEONITISCHEN MOOT VON MINITZ SUMMONS OF THE SECOND LEONITE MOOT OF MINITZ Issued by the Graf of Minitz in the year of our Lord 1898 SÖHNE UND TÖCHTER VON MINITZ, With a heavy heart does the Graf and his Grafenrat announce the resignation of the first lawspeaker of Minitz, Orion Adler. Lawspeaker Adler served as the upholder of the law of the Kanun, both before and after it was written for fifteen years, his practices shaped the law of our lands to what they are today. For such, the Grafenrat will be forever thankful, and wish for him to find peace and happiness wherever he now decides to depart. Yet, the Grafschaft cannot remain without a Lawspeaker, and for such, the Second Leonite Moot will serve primarily for this purpose, to Elect a new Lawspeaker from amongst the Tribesmen of our realm, to write and uphold the law. It is by the wish of the Graf and his Grafenort that the SECOND Leonite Moot of Minitz be summoned, for the tribesmen, warriors and Lords of Minitz to come together and elect their new lawspeaker. The Moot shall be held soon within the Moot Hall of Brandthof. The Graf shall stand as the front of this moot, as every and all attending tribesmen of Minitz may assist in solving the concerns presented. OOC [Spoiler]: Time: 5pm EST this Sunday (TODAY!) Place: Moot Hall of Brandthof GOTT MIT UNS, Seine Hochgeboren, Leon Brandt Ritter Barclay von Minitz KRE, Ernte Herr, Graf Minitz, Burggraf Tucay, Freiherr Boriënwald, Herr Brandthof und Durres Seine Exzellenz, Kriegshäuptling von Theoderichs Kriegshaufen, Siegfried Barclay von Minitz

In a distant land, the aged Erwin Barclay kneels before a tall stone with many names etched on its surface. He murmurs a prayer in honor of the many soldiers who fought alongside him and laid down their lives during the AIS and Scyfling wars. As he concludes his prayer, he rises, thanks them for their role in protecting the people of Haense, and returns to his cottage.

Erwin Barclay learns of his mother's death from his home in Kalden. "I wish I could've been by your side when it happened. Go in peace mother, you'll be reunited with father soon enough." he murmurs quietly before offering up a prayer to St. Tylos.

Erwin woke in Johnstown, sitting upright and scanning the frantic scene before him. The members of his party were scattered around town, each receiving some sort of treatment. He did a quick headcount...one was missing. It was true then, Bjorn really was gone. Various emotions welled up inside him: Grief, anger, guilt. ”You were one of the best Bjorn.” he whispered as he stared back into the woods. ”Bralt will pay for what he has done.”

Erwin reads the missive from his keep, allowing himself one of his rare smiles. “I’ll serve you well.” he states simply before calling for the rest of his family to tell them the news.

Erwin nods in approval alongside several others. ”I support Aedan, although I hope both sides keep the election respectful” he mutters under his breath.

THE MELEE (FOR EVERYONE) NAME: Erwin Barclay AGE: 20 TITLE (IF APPLICABLE): Baron of Freising LAND OF ORIGIN: Haense MC NAME: StillAMiniguy THE 3v3 MELEE (FOR EVERYONE) NAME: Erwin Barclay AGE: 20 TITLE (IF APPLICABLE): Baron of Freising LAND OF ORIGIN: Haense MC NAME: StillAMiniguy THE JOUST (NOBILITY ONLY) NAME: Erwin Barclay AGE: 20 TITLE: Baron of Freising LAND OF ORIGIN/HOLDING: Haense MC NAME: StillAMiniguy

THE WEDDING OF ERWIN BARCLAY AND KAMILA ALIMAR 12th of Vzymey and Hynk, 300 ES ✢ ✢ ✢ In the sight of GOD, the betrothed pair of Lord Erwin Barclay and Princess Kamila Alimar are to be wed within the coming days of the cold winter. With great joyousness, the Haeseni people are all cordially invited to spectate the merry ceremony that will take place within the Ekaterinburg Palace’s private chapel in the royal quarters. After the wedding, all are asked to join the newlyweds in celebration and revelry with the feast following. Signed, HER MAJESTY, Maya Valeriya Barbanov, Queen-Consort of Hanseti-Ruska, Baroness of Antioch HIS SERENE HIGHNESS, Otto Sigmar Alimar, Grand Prince of Muldav, Lord Marshal of the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska HER HIGHNESS, Princess Kamila Irena Alimar HIS LORDSHIP, Erwin Barclay

It’s already shaping up to be a great contribution to LOTC.

The lost son Turan in the audience of Başıl & Kübilay Karamanoğlu A LOST SON RETURNS “A Tartışma in Helena?” Turan muttered, looking up to the sky “ By Kashgar, I haven’t heard that word in ages.” He marched forward through Helena, observing a couple of guards chatting near the courthouse. “Arkadaş, have you seen my people pass through this stone yurt?” “Stone yurt? The feck he on ‘bout?” the Guard scratched his head, staring in confusion at the young Turan. He looked around awkwardly, before simply walking away: that ordeal wasn’t worth anymore of his time. He went to the tavern across the courthouse in the hopes of finding people. There he found no living soul, but the remnants of Hookah ash & emptied mugs. Had he heard correctly, about this Tartışma? Or was he merely enchanted by the temptation of wishful thinking, wishing for him to be reunited by his people again. Following a trail of rumors and hearsay, Turan found himself in the arid Korvassa. squinting at a map that a kind traveler had given him. The blowing sands obscured his vision, but it didn’t really matter as he couldn’t read the map anyway. His faithful horse had long since perished, and Turan’s provisions were running low. As he munched on a stale loaf of bread, he glimpsed a narrow stone road, covered with sand. Hope returned to his heart as he forged his way to it, finally having firm ground below his feet once more. He trudged along the length of the road, finally arriving outside the gates of Al-Faiz. “Merhaba! I’m looking for the Karamans, my kardeşler.” he called to the seemingly empty gates, coughing as the sands washed over him. Before long, a voice responded “Kardes! We’re inside, come join us!” Turan made his way through the now opened gates, glancing around at the sandstone walls and merchant shops of the square. A look of disdain crossed his face, how could his brothers have chosen this place to live? Cramped in sand and stone, there was nowhere to ride horses freely. Nowhere to roam with nothing but your brothers and the clothes on your back. This was truly the definition of a Stone Yurt: a self-entrapment upon which the meek hide within. He was suddenly accosted by his brother Kübilay, who quickly wrapped him up into an embrace “You’ve returned, kardeş!” he exclaimed “Back to your people once again..” Turan’s eyes grew teary: “I’ve returned” he replied evenly, returning the embrace “I heard of the Tartışma in the stone yurt of Helena. I’ve been alone for so long, but I couldn’t stay away from my kardeşler. By Kashgar, we are reunited!.” He stepped back, a scornful look on his face once more. “Nevertheless, how can our people thrive like this? In the south, without our horses?” A voice replied from the walls, it was his kardeş Bayezid: “We made a deal with the Sheikh, to manage their stables and trade our horses. It will bring us prosperity and wealth while we reunite the rest of the tribe.” Turan looked thoughtful, although he still seemed skeptical “I suppose that’s a start…but there’s still much work to be done.”