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Reading this, Alfred Barclay, a young chaplain of the Haense Royal Army feels something eat him from within. It is not the bad thing that eats him away, such as jealousy or revenge, but on the contrary, he is eaten up by the fact that there are people like those mentioned in the text. His devotion to God, though only chaplain, is great and loving, which he himself may have noticed as he read this text. “ God, enlighten these people and tell them that what they are doing, is not good. Reason them to return to the true faith, the true belief that you, only you, God, can unite and heal this afflicted people. Heretics come and go, just like their delusional ideas, but we, true believers, will always stay, with God's help. The age of Reason will pass, because a true believer, a man sent by God, will never and cannot be greater than you, God, Father of us. “ Alfred says reading the final part of the text, praying for the salvation of these people who think they can be greater than God, even though they cannot.

“Ah, uncle Erwin will always be with us from now on, even without being Lord Marshal.” Alfred clasps his hands together, offering a wide grin as he looks at Brandt’s passed bill.

Alfred Barclay's Re-Election Campaign for Maer ”Honesty, Decency, Integrity” Hello folks. My name is Alfred Barclay, I think you already know that, but for the sake of order, let me introduce myself again briefly. I am 32 years old, with common sense and a head full of ideas to improve the quality of life in our kingdom. It's not just me who decides, but I will contribute at least a little to the development of Reza and the environment. Previous achievements: Free Temporary Housing: Alfred Barclay helped with the realization of this project, which allows people new to Reza to settle in, until of course they collect everything they need to buy their own needs. Green Haense: After his bill was adopted, Alfred Barclay began to improve the appearance of the streets, walls, and general appearance of Reza. By adding various decorations, from leaves and bushes to trees, he successfully beautified the beautiful streets of the city by at least a small percentage. Festival and events: While he was Maer, Alfred held events attended by many people, not only from Haense, but from all over the Empire. Future plans to achieve: More events and fests: That said, if Alfred Barclay were to be re-elected Grand Maer of Reza, he would do his best to make as many fun and interesting events as possible, involving as many people as possible. Involvment in Duma: Alfred was not so involved in the Duma and its work with other colleagues that much, due to personal problems that he did not mention. However, if he were re-elected as Maer, he would join more and more the work and laws of the Royal Duma, striving to maintain that relationship between law and entertainment. More bills. Masses and Inferi: During these dark times, which do not give us a ray of sunshine, Masses are very important, as are prayers dedicated to God. Faith helps us to purify ourselves, mentally and physically, which is a big plus for us in the fight against Inferi demons. Alfred aims to promote faith and Mass in Reza. + Alfred will commit to donating as many things, food and materials as possible to fight the Inferi demons Better infrastructure: Better roads mean easier movement through the city, easier performance of daily tasks and obligations. Alfred will do his best to improve the infrastructure of Reza, in order to offer the people the best possible conditions. Vote Alfred Barclay for Grand Maer ”Honesty, Decency, Integrity”

Minecraft Username: repl1ca Character Name: Alfred Barclay Character Age: 32 Place of Residence/Street Address: Duchy of Reinmar Position: Grand Maer

On the way to Reinmar, Alfred walked quite normally, with purely positive thoughts. Little by little, step by step, he noticed a strange structure not far from him. As he approached, he noticed that it was a wooden cross, and that something was written on it ... " Was? This hasn't been here before, ich can swear to God ..." As Alfred approached slowly, he could finally see very close name. At that point, he remained frozen. A shiver ran through his body, trembling moderately as he read his friend's name over and over..and again ... " Sacul..God ist going to help zhou, gut freund..God, take him safely to heaven, to Seven Skies .. " he knelt down, clasping his hands together and praying for the soul of his very good friend, once a brother, and a soldier .. " A lot of people have been dying lately..this ist nicht gut, not at all .. " Alfred said, slowly getting up on his feet. He watched the wooden cross for a few more minutes before continuing to the keep, now emotionally empty and with dark thoughts in his head..

Waldofest – Haeseni Festival 1783 Everyone loves festivals. Everyone loves food, drinks, fun, right? On this day, the 4th of the Snow’s Maiden, Maer is writing you this announcement, and at the same time one big invitation to one of the major festivals that will take place in Haense. Waldofest is a festival in the spirit of waldenian traditions and customs, including various types of games, food and also not to forget, drinks. The festival takes place with the intention of uniting and socializing various people in the Empire, creating a large and pleasant friendly atmosphere that aims to make one of the largest festivals in the region. In order for the festival to be successful and without any problems, Maer of Reza prepared and planned things one step ahead of everything: - Beer Tasting - Beer is one of the main ingredients that make up a waldenian man. It is drunk at any time of the day, because it simply gives a perfect aroma that relaxes a person. Beer tasting will open the festival as the first event. People will be able to approach the Bar supervisor for handling beer, giving and pouring the beer itself. In addition to tasting, snacks will be distributed to everyone who takes a mug of beer, just so they can feel the real aroma of beer coming from the Reinmaren fields. - Jousting - Jousting is a competition of pride and strength, which has been taking place since ancient times. With the help of two horses and two jousting lances, this famous game takes place in the best light. For easier control over prizes, places and players, the number of players will be limited to 8 people. The winner of Jousting who successfully pushes to the finals of the game gets 1500 minas. - Mug Hunt - We know that there is hunting for animals, hunting for eggs, but mug hunt... well this is a novelty! To make the festival more interesting, people will be asked to try to find as many mugs as possible, and the more mugs they find, the more free beer they get! This mug hunt will encourage hardworking people to drink more beer, because it will quickly make them thirsty, which will of course bring more profit for the Barclay family ! The one who finds the most mugs gets a cash prize of 750 minas and the amount of beer with the number of mugs found. - Stone Throwing - If you think you have strong enough hands and a good enough throwing hand, then feel free to be a competitor in throwing stones. This game requires a little more power, so it's not recommended for younger ones, but who knows, maybe they can throw more than some people. The one who throws the stone farthest from all the competitors wins a cash prize of 800 minas. - Background Music - To make the festival interesting all the time, bards will be present who will maintain an interesting and joyful atmosphere by playing only the best songs of their choice, and also of Maer's choice. Bards will also be open to musical desires! Everyone within the Empire is invited, including those from the lowest class to those from the highest class. This invitation brought to you by: Alfred Barclay, Maer of Reza and chaplain of Haense Royal Army OOC: The festival shall take place on saturday (29.8.) at 5:30PM EST, behind the jousting arena in New Reza. Signs will be placed for those who can’t find their way to the place !

As he was leaving the office, Alfred Barclay received news of Mary Lucille’s death. He shook his head, thinking it was another lie by people who are bored in life. Yet, as he went to Helena, he realized that her death was real. He blinked a few times, looking for the nearest bench to sit on. He didn't cry, but it wasn't easy for him either, because he remembers hanging out with her and her sisters, spending time together, but that was the end of it now. "God, enlighten her way to Seven Skies ..." he muttered, signing a lorraine cross..

Alfred Barclay observes Siegmund Corbish being carried outside the city walls, his arms and legs tied. What he saw that day in the Duma Hall intrigued him greatly, but at the same time aroused anger in him. Wrapping a noose around Corbish's neck was something Alfred hadn't seen in a long time, so he felt unexpected happiness when he saw the door open, and outlaw fall down. "God may have wanted this to happen ... und maybe zhou were brought to das light of justice at das right time." Alfred said with a stern face, watching the disabled and dead body being lifted by HRA soldiers

O ye of gardening expertise, ye blessed men of Haense under the enlightened rule of not one, not two, but THREE BARCLAYS, hark ye now to this message ! Maer Alfred Barclay, in his infinite Waldenian wisdom, has seen fit to call the men and women of Haense to a trial of the ages, the FIRST HAESENI SPLEEF TOURNAMENT. In this tournament, envisaged by this great son of Reinmar in a dream, competitors shall seem to dig the ground out from beneath each other, condemning each other to fall into the FAILURE PIT. The winner of this prize shall win, as has the Haeseni government with its allotment of Barclays, not one but THREE gifts. These shall be: - Prize of 1000 minas, - Bragging rights, - and most importantly: the title of SHOVEL KNIGHT to be held by the winner in perpetuity. If you really think that you have the mighty power of your shovel, then enter the tourney TODAY for YOUR CHANCE at winning ! This message brought to you by: Alfred Barclay, Maer of Reza, Lieutenant of the Snowy Fields Watch, Colonel of the FOA, Hero of Korvassa, Son of a Gun, etc. ((ooc information: tournament will be held at Friday, 7pm EST or 1am GMT, in Haense (time has been moved forward because of irl stuff) . If you want to participate, reply to this post down below with any kind of an emote with your character’s name))

Alfred Barclay, chaplain of Haense Royal Army and the Maer of Reza, happily reads the document, satisfied that the field of education in the city is provided and on the right path for the future students !

One big +1 Looks like a great weapon to be truly honest, great job and I hope you have good rp with this explosive baby !

Alfred Barclay signs up for the elections, hoping to get elected as his brilliant mind has a lot of wonderful and useful ideas for the good of Haense ! IGN: repl1ca Character Name: Alfred Barclay Age: 27 Place of Residence / Street Address: Duchy of Reinmar Position: Maer

I approve

Alfred took the invitation in his hands, looking at it and reading it with a wide, bright smile. He would go to his room to prepare a great gift, carefully choosing things to their liking. “ Das time has come for zhou zwei to get married as well, thank Godan ! “ Barclay said, chuckling to himself as he was choosing a fine suit for himself.

always for that 😄 and ngl, that friend may be shy, but he asks one very good question 😉

Ghost Ser Björnolf Stjörn scoffs, taking a look at the missive that was hanging on the wall “ Huh..ye are right friend, though I have someone who would gladly kill me with that bloody aurum... “ he says with a small chuckle, crossing his arms.

“Finally, we need to turn to the real threat ... a threat that could take us out of this world very easily !” Chaplain Alfred says, blessing his claymore with pure thoughts and closed eyes.

https://images7.memedroid.com/images/UPLOADED992/5eb9f20c69677.jpeg After reading the text briefly, Alfred stood up, holding his claymore that was beside him..”Ich bet they are phantoms, just a bit upgraded..” Alfred says in jest, rubbing the blade of his claymore as he looks into the red sky..

“It seems that ich should prepare some plans fur mein wedding, it seems..” saying this, Alfred clasped his hands together after closing his book, standing up to think about the wedding of his another cousin with a smirk.

“Why don’t ich have a wedding..” Alfred scratched the back of his neck, looking at his book with confusion, though he felt happy for his cousin.

Fighting the shamans who were finding their way to the top of the walls using a grappling hook, Alfred had no chance to look around or do anything. Blood was flying everywhere, screams and howls could be heard from all sides, but only one sound was very familiar to Alfred. Throwing the poor pagan off the wall, he turned to his right and had something to see...Jack Reynolds, otherwise a good friend and a very experienced soldier, lay helplessly on the floor, with a spear in his stomach. Unfortunately, many more climbed the walls, so Alfred had no way to help the fallen Jack. Tears ran down his cheeks, tears of mixed emotions, full of hatred and sadness..."Sorry brother and friend, I will do my best to make this their doomsday !" saying this, Alfred continued to punch and kill with his polehammer, not only for the lives of men and soldiers, but also to revenge Jack.. After a long battle, after a long and arduous siege of Haense, Alfred unfortunately suffered several serious injuries, making him half disabled as he was limping from the moment he left the hospital. He was overwhelmed with enormous sadness, looking around hoping to find Jack's body, but still.. to no avail. "I guess you're in a better place now ... I mean, I am sure you're up there where you need to be, Jack! Rest, brave soldier, and look at us carefully, okay?" He laughed to himself, wiping tears from his cheeks. Watching the death of his very close friend, Björn found it difficult to look away. His face was cold, full of hatred and anger, but he still managed to look at the situation calmly and relaxed. He shed a tear or two, but he still knew he would meet his friend from that moment on forever. "Come here, Jack, ye bastard" he laughed sweetly, going to sit down and wait impatiently for Jack.

Björnolf Stjörn laughs from the Seven Skies, reading the paper he stole from some peasant in Helena when he visited “ Oh, the only good thing with being dead – no need to follow these stupid rules ! “ he chuckled, placing his bottle of wine on the ground as he throws the paper on the top of Varoche Hall without a proper reason, throwing it so hard that the paper would burn on its way down.

As young Alfred Barclay and Boris Var Ruthern emerged from the underground cells, Ser Robin's time slowly passed. Drop by drop, the blood flowed like time, fast and dangerous. They came to the hospital, put Ser Robin on the bed, but it turned out that it was too late ... “W-We could nicht do anything...wh-why did we nicht do something f-faster..” Alfred's eyes filled with tears, he cursed every wasted moment he could use to save Ser Robin, but, sadness and sorrow simply deceived him. He whispered a prayer, signed a lorraine to a fallen knight, also a man unknown to him, and with sadness in his heart, left him to go to the Seven Skies... Seeing the tense struggle in the palace area, Björnolf knew that one of the soldiers would come to an end. He watched the fight calmly and calmly, knowing there was nothing he could do. And, suddenly from heaven, the first case of death occurs. Ser Robin died. Björnolf's eyes widened, he couldn't believe who died in the end, because it was his very good friend, brother and fellow soldier and knight. Still, seeing that they could not save him in the hospital, he greeted the fallen knight with open arms, with a smile on his face and warm words of welcome. “Robin, my dear brother, join me and cheer with me.” Björnolf said with a warm smile, embracing Ser Robin, telling him “A big loss for Haense that they have lost a great man and a knight, but do niet worry, there are still people who will revenge you, me, Karolina and other fallen soldiers..” In that very moment, Björnolf remembered every moment spent with Ser Robin, when Björn was still an initiate in the army and the moment when he saw a footman Robin, the fighting alongside brave Robin and, of course the jokes and funny moments they made and went through a while,while ago..

✞ My friend, death is the only thing that can stop me in this turbulent time, nothing more .. ✞ Rainy and gloomy weather covered the sky of Haense. Dirty water dripped on the roofs, water poured down the ground, making awful mud,looking as gross as the scyfling’s face. As few Haeseni soldiers made their way to Fort Buck, they felt the air change as they approached the thick woods. Disguised Björnolf, Ser Osvald and Ser Marcus came across a hunting party, with a very good catch, a big deer with a few rabbits.”Looks like we will eat well today, eh ?” Björnolf said with a faint smile, chuckling at pagans while watching at Osvald and Marcus, swinging their blades at the scyflings. They took the opportunity and killed all scyflings in the tent, took the catch and stepped in front of Fort Buck, with the sweat on their foreheads, being nervous and scared, being in front of the pagan guards. ☩ Björnolf’s last dying breath, painted from the painter’s point of view, holding Haeseni shield and waraxe ☩ The pagans were not gullible, so they could see very wisely that the three knights were lying. They could tell it by their body language and their story telling. Honestly, Ser Marcus left with the other part of the army before the event, leaving Björnolf and Ser Osvald alone. They were spotted in the action,caught in lying that they were cousins, so the two knights ran away to the woods “OSVALD, how could we niet predict this sh-- ?!” However, Ser Osvald was shot by scyfling archer in his poor wrist. Björnolf shot himself with rage and anger, his eyes would be constantly red and frowning. All these years, he had imagined meeting a pagan, but he had never encountered it this way. After some time, he successfully met with the rest of the team. Björnolf, Erwin, Manfred, Mio and Alaric studied a very narrow tunnel and then entered it, one by one, with a plan to detonate a bomb at Fort Buck, leaving the process of detonating to Ser Ivan. The weather was abnormally bad, the rain was making loud noises, the wind was blowing from all sides, and a small team of brave soldiers were in a narrow, cold tunnel, afraid of being attacked by a monstrous force, yet they were focused on the main task of that damn mission.. The moment of judgment came, and at that moment, they could only hear - BOOM! The bomb that Ser Ivan detonated successfully exploded inside the camp, killing the vast majority of scyflings,leaving their bodies to the judgement of God, or whatever the pagans were worshipping. Entering the dilapidated camp full of fire and smoke, the soldiers could see the dead, the living and also the burning guards sobbing and yelling for help. Alaric and Björnolf held together most of the time, their axes in their hands, sharp and ready to go through anyone's body. They passed a few scyflings, exchanging a few words with them.”Fu-- this sh--, this armour is niet what I am used to..” Björnolf stated, sighing as he goes through the heat. They seemed to disguise themselves well, but there came that big moment, the moment that decided whether or not the mission would succeed. Through the thick smoke, smog and soot that flew through the air, they could still find the watchtower, which was the only one that stood out in color from everything around them. Going inside, they could see Johann's unconscious body lying on the bed, and next to it, another scyfling, but woman. Björnolf felt a great hatred for her at first, but little by little, he realized that she didn't really want to slaughter that day either. He looked at her with cold eyes, and went to pick up Johann to get him out in time. However, Alaric was wiser and killed a horrible pagan. Everything was sweet, until they heard a loud knock on the door … Björnolf could hear a very dark and cruel voice outside, with a few other people around. No one but Bralt the Boar burst in the door, breaking the door with his axes.“Just fu----- leave ! Our bloody goal is to ensure that Johann is alive niet DEAD!” Björnolf yelled, full of anger, looking at the doors as the two were going up. Alaric and Johann got enough time to take the rope and go to the top of the tower, just because Björnolf wanted for them to leave. He knew that the only goal was to save Johann and nothing else! He didn't ask for help, he didn't give up, but that's why he got an answer to his courage and bravery.“So, it is ye ? Mighty Bralt, the fat boar” Björnolf chuckled, holding his axe in his right hand as he was looking at the big scyfling in front of him entering the tower.Bralt burst into the room, hit Björnolf with a spear directly in the stomach, causing him great pain and howls. It wasn't enough for him, so while Björnolf was defending himself, he took his axes and played with Bjornolf's body, making a miracle out of his stomach. Still, Björnolf found the strength to try to pull him by the leg to fall, but without luck, because there Bralt intercepted him and cut off his right arm. Great pain ensued, huge sobs and howls could be heard from the small room. All of a sudden, passing through the pain and thorns of the scyfling attacks, Ser Marcus successfuly spotted Björnolf going down the stairs, so he followed him.The stairs would lead to the underground bunkers which haeseni builders built in case scyflings try and go up the hill, coming from the sea, but sadly, the bunkers were used only to settle poor Björnolf on its ground. Seeing the dead body of his fellow knight, Ser Marcus let some tears go down his cheeks, but the sadness could not crush him as he immediately took the body of the knight and carried it up to the other soldiers.Good friendship could be seen in this very moment, as Ser Marcus carried the dead body all the way up, but as soon as they approached the gates, Ser Marcus decided to take things in his hands and revenge poor Björn by going to fight Bralt with other soldiers, letting Mio to carry the dead knight’s body all the way back to Haense. It looked kind of funny from a different angle of view, one big and strong warrior and so much crying and pain… How could someone not cry at that moment? How would anyone survive this anyway? There are many questions, but few answers … Many good memories went through Björnolf's head, many beautiful memories settled in his heart, a mountain of bad and good moments he lived through, but he also overcame them. Many people grew close to his heart and became one big family, which made him extremely happy after the loss of his real family. He visited many places, which also remained etched in his mind, with many people he met… “I am a father lads, A FATHER!” Björnolf shouted in front of his fellow soldiers, having a big smile on his face as he ran from the direction of hospital. He hugged everyone who was present, letting some tears go down his cheeks.. “Let’s go and raid Rubern, on me aye !!” he said, looking very drunk, holding the bottle of the wine and the axe in his other hand. He’d run towards the gates, laughing as he does so.. “Sensei, teach me how to handle the greataxe, will ye ?” he chuckled, looking at Ser Jonathan, holding his training axe that Jonathan gave him. This would be one of his best memories.. “Ubbe, remember this my son, be ruthless, do niet show ‘em that ye’re weak. Always push things harder, try to get the best outcome of everything..” he’d place his hands on Ubbe’s cheeks, placing his forehead on Ubbe’s forehead. He’d tell him the following sentence in quite calm voice, slowly and with no hesitation. “Boris, this axe is for ye, as ye showed yerself capable of handling the mighty weapon like this !” he chuckled, giving young lad an axe, as a gift for his courage and bravery “Great ! When we get rid of these scyflings, we will gather up on our mighty ship, make a plan and go for that bloody sword, am I clear !?” he looked at his crew, sitting in the tavern. Björnolf would have a big smile and he’d also chuckle while looking at them. Though, he didn’t know that he will never go on that trip... ☩ A few memories that went through Björn’s mind before he passed away ☩ And so ... another soul has gone on a long journey, on a journey to infinite light, which - as many say - should take that soul to the better place. Björnolf had something to live for - children, wife, many friends and full days of everything that made his life very, very beautiful. He didn't show much emotion, which could be seen on his doomsday - not a tear was shed, not a single sad face showed, only pure courage and insolence.. Another crow flew high into the sky, spreading its wings wide and defiant, with the aim of finding peace and composure in, perhaps, a new, wonderful world. Never forget and always remember… “People fear death even more than pain. It’s strange that they fear death. Life hurts a lot more than death. At the point of death, the pain is over. Yeah, I guess it is a friend...” Ser Björnolf “The Viking” Stjörn 1727 - 1769

Hearing the news, a tear flowed from his pale eyes. A strong warrior couldn't help but shed a tear or two, for God's sake, how not to cry at this news … Björnolf, after hearing the news, clenched his fist in anger, hitting the wall next to him. He knew Karolina and he knew how much that little girl wanted to become Dame, he knew how brave and extraordinary she was, he knew how much she loved her kingdom, family and friends ... However, death took her too soon. Björnolf would look at his disabled leg, cursing with tears in his eyes "Ye just found yourself stopping and weakening me now, eh?" he would look at his leg, hitting it several times. He was so sorry that he was not with his brothers and sisters, cursing the day the pagans came to the shores of Haense. He took the crutches, went out of town to the lake. He sat down on the dock and lit a cigar, shivering at the lost souls that day, along with unfortunate Karolina. He looked in the direction of Johnstown, with a small smile on his face "Oh, how the little piggies will grunt when they hear how the old boar suffered." having said that, he continued to smoke a cigar, remembering the past times, when everything was better and happier. Björnolf knew Osvald would not forget this so easily, he chuckled sweetly, knowing that the pagans will curse the day they came to Haense. "May God guide ye through the gates of paradise, and take ye to a better place Karolina..." he said weakly, signing the horen cross afterwards. He’d slowly place a flower on the water and let it float, remembering Karolina with big pain.. Bjornolf knows that he needs to avenge many people, as well as his dear Karolina, he knows that he needs to liberate the kingdom from invaders, and he knows very well that he and his brothers and sister should not give up and keep in mind only one thing – Bralt must be removed from the face of the earth !