Sarven

"The Harrower commands, and so it shall be..." The towering figure looked on in silence, observing as corpses were piled ontop of one another. His maul, stained with the blood of the fallen Haeseni.

"Paladinism and Druids, forbidden as they should be" Gottfried nodded, looking over the missive once more he'd smile the suns smile seeing his fathers name. (ill format this later...)

"Again?!?!??!" Exclaimed Gottfried, flailing his arms from the absurdity of it all, he'd curse under his breath then as he accidentally toppled over his bottle of oil.

GOD BLESS aesopian

o7

CRP lock at the very least altered if not removed entirely. Wandering into the city, starting a fight and managing to win simply because the attacked party cant get help in their own city is very silly, you reap what you sow. You try starting conflict in a city? Expect to be mobbed as you should be. Like if you complain about being mobbed when you attack someone in a city its honestly a massive skill issue on your part, like a certified L bozo move. Either extend the timer (Just kicking the issue down the road) Or make it so that the defending party (in cities or settlements) can get reinforcements without issue. Having something like this is just asking for people to exploit it, if there is the issue of meta rallying, cant mods just run logs and police it better?

The black banners fluttered in the wind at the occupied Gate House. "He would have made for a good soldier, had he been chosen..." murmured the towering foe...

"A duel over honour? Been long since I've seen one of those!" Gottfried lofted his brows in amusement "I guess I'll take a gander and marvel at the martial prowess." pocketing the missive, he'd call over his son.

"War already?" Gottfried lofted his brows in surprise at the missive "I mean, the other one just ended..." the Kanunsberg Duke scratched his forehead in bewilderment

Gottfried smiled the suns smile, the war was finally over... "Rise o' Reinmar, Fly high the Eagle of Black, let the banners of green and blue flow... For the forty-years war has finally come to an end..."

A cold draft blew through Haense, the night ever darker as the soldiers rallied for their fateful march... Ailmere will not find itself wanting.

"And so the sun sets on the Veletzi- Duchy of Adria once more.." Gottfried observed from afar, his automail arm glistening in the soft moonlight

Gottfried gave a staunch nod of approval, going to take the flute beside him he'd attempt to play a similar tune with his metal arm. "I really ought finish that piece..." A procrastinating gaze directed at a pile of papers with a sigh.

Godbless Aurum Testing, simple as

In the Harrowing North… BANNERS RISE 𓌏──────────────⊱𓂀⊰──────────────𓌏 In the winter-swept north, where the landscape is blanketed in a perpetual layer of snow and the air is frigid with an otherworldly stillness, shadows deepen, casting an unsettling pallor over the region. Against the stark canvas of the grand mountains and the rolling hills, ominous banners unfurl, their dark silhouettes a stark contrast to the pristine white of the tundra. As the winds carry whispers of secrets through the icy expanse, the looming banners signal the advent of a mysterious and foreboding presence. Some say one can hear cries of battle on the wind, wails, anguish, unnatural. Some say one can feel a great baleful watch, an observer casting its gaze. Some say one can see shadows grow ever darker, the days dwindle. Chaos reigns forth, Blood for the Shadows! Sacrifice for the benevolence of their comforting embrace… 𓌏──────────────⊱𓂀⊰──────────────𓌏

Gottfried looked on with tired eyes, "And so it continues..." With a grunt the man then took the oils next to him and carefully applied them to the joints of his arm.

"Magnificent!" bespoke Gottfried, thoroughly proud of his nephew

Gottfried's attention wandered to the Minitzian countryside as in the far off distance, the ruins of Stassion and Veletz loomed. "A lesson has now been taught, they ought head it well"

Gottfried flashes a grin as he puts on his new NOBLE drip

Gottfried grimaced amidst his hasty climbing, wet after having crossed the river, glancing to his automail arm with a great frown. "Going to have to clean, polish and re-oil this thing agaaaaaaain...."

IGN: Sarven323 RP NAME: Gottfried Barclay von Kanunsberg PERSONA ID: 53324

Gottfried saluted his fellow battle brethren from Haense, and welcomed his Reinmaren kin with open arms. "WER RASTER, DER ROSTET! UND GOTT MIT UNS!" Marcus looked on, a nostalgic smile as the former Haeseni Meyster Knight, joined his Barclay comrades in reminiscing the times old. Brandt, who served as his apprentice in smithing, Erwin, whom he served under as Lieutenant, Wilhelm who had recruited him, and many, many more...

Gottfried having hummed the tune countless times, Gottfried stroked his stache before proclaiming; "Ich have to step up mien game!" The man hurried to his musical sheets.

Gottfried prepared his finest drip, nodding with approval at his fancy new metal arm fashioned by the renowned Peter Stroheim (@HugoAntero)