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A SOOTICAN DECLARATION EHRE SEI SOOTICA Issued by the Prince of Sootica and Count of Sootica On this 10th of Vzmey and Hyff of 64 SA In this time of strife and conflicts, loyalty is thin and rare, family is stretched to the brink, each fighting for their own self interests and hunger. History repeats itself, mistrust sown into relationships by words and actions alike, such actions perceived at events that had taken place only a few Saint's days prior. However through this, a light is shone at the end of the road, for through the destruction and collapse of relationships between liege and vassal, builds other bonds that strengthen ones position and this is no different, for the bond of His Highness Konstanz Barclay and His Excellency Eugen Barclay. Actions would be taken by his Highness Konstanz Barclay to reprimand the false Kingdom of Hoonse by declaring independence from the their rule and by founding the Principality of Sootica, His Excellency Eugen Barclay would find himself making a decision, however after sharing a meeting between himself and his brother, his loyalties would be stated. Thus, the following is declared; I. Lord Eugen Barclay hereby pledges his undying loyalty to the Principality of Sootica. II. For his uppermost loyalty shown to the Principality of Sootica and for pledging his alliance to the Principality, Lord Eugen Barclay therefore will be landed the County of Krootzem. LANG LEBE SOOTICA, His Highness, Konstanz Barclay, Prince of Sootica, Duke of Roonmar His Excellency, Eugen Barclay, Count of Krootzem

"KONSTANZ WE NEED A MEETING!" would then be heard as Eugen Barclay would shout out for his brother as he read of the missive, reading in affirmation as he sought his brother, dragging himself in his armour as he went in his search.

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Eugen Barclay would read through the missive, studying it’s contents as he spoke, “Ich have a gutte feeling about this one Ja..” He would murmur before wincing as his arm would be have been receiving treatment.

Eugen Barclay would look back and watch as his nation's retinue retreated from Sedan, a grimace forming as he carried his injured frame home. The boy would shut his eyes for a moment, simply casting a prayer in silence for those lost at the gory battle.

Eugen Barclay, the boy that had recently returned home would have accompanied the retinue that had embarked on such an assignment, helping to bring home the Orenian's, he would have simply watched as the events took place in front of him, though reserving his own thoughts, he would finally murmur, "War is bloody and soulless... but what was done here today was right.. Ich hope there is more mercy to be shown." Deep down the boy knew that more battles were to come and the loss of those dear to him would be apparent. The boy would glance out to the peaceful lake as he reminisced of his childhood, born into the war, knowing that he would partake in many more fights to come. He simply gripped his pommel as he stated, "Blue and Green Ich Dress. "KRUSAE ZWY KONGZEM!"

Adhemar Dusek would walk through the halls of Ghaestenwald, the boy would grow accustomed to the feeling of sorrow and despair from the events that were taking place around him, the feeling of helplessness as he witnessed the deaths of those closest materialize around him, pausing at a window as he looked out to the sun that would rise as he raised his arm to shade his eyes, "It would be dishonour to Niet." He would recall his uncles words, repeating them.

Adhemar Dusek would have read through the missive detailing the death of Ser Erwin Bishop, the man that had implemented words within the mind of the young page, telling him that he was destined to great feats “You have the gaze of your Mother and the Demeanour of your Father young Morovar.”, the words would ring and repeat within the head of the young page, he would have tossed the missive that had been handed to him. His eyes tearing, he would step outside the halls of Ghaestenwald, quickly mounting his steed as he rode off with a retinue of two once more, “Watch over us.. Ea will do what vy willed for Ser Erwin.” He would have stated riding his mount as the pair among him simply looked to him as they knew better then to speak. “Gone, but Niet forgotten.”

Eugen Barclay would read the missive with keen interest, "Missing Hm.." He would comment idly prior to tossing it away.

"Krusae Zwy Kongzem - Iv karos i aserva fallen sarnuvz" - The young Page, Adhemar Dusek Morovar would have murmured as he watched the execution take place, wiping the Orenian blood from his helmet that had been collected throughout the day. Recalling the events of the day, he would nod in affirmation as he had earned accolades throughout the campaign, playing his role amongst their most recent operation as he let out a huff, riding his mount back to Ghaestenwald besides his retinue of two others, he would have let out a quiet huff, then thinking as he spoke out, "Ea should write her a letter... Ea did promise to do so don’t vy two think so?"

"A masquerade Da? That sounds quite dobry... we should all attend." The young boy would remark to himself, retaining a thin smile as he nodded along to the missive, Adhemar Dusek thereafter shifted himself in his seat as he put down the missive, contemplating who he would inform next of the joyous event.

Adhemar dusek would remain on his steed as he gazed towards the refusal of battle, shaking his head and groaning as he watched them, he would still remember about the Orenians at the gates of Karosgrad not that long ago, shaking his head as they refused to give battle, he would then return to Karosgrad with the Haense retinue, remaining close to his mentor as he spoke, “Shame.. We’ll have to see them in the field some other day Da?”

Eugen Barclay would have read the missive within the snowy roads of Norland, offering a smile as he read of his brother's newest position, sniffling from the cold as he put away the missive before going back within the walls of Norland, "Well done Brudder."

A young page would listen to those bellowing around him, taking a moment to himself as he remained in his thoughts after the battle, he knew how much his mother disliked the idea of the young boy participating within conflicts and skirmishes at his age, yet he had continued to participate, he had much more to learn, yet he seemed deeply experienced in the warfare that he had been birthed into. He did not know what it was that pushed him to do so, his goal of wanting to become a knight, whether it was simply patriotism or commitment. In the end his reasoning mattered little to what was occurring around him, knowing that this was a new era and time, Adhemar Dusek Morovar, the knight in making would sheath his blade, pointing it up to the sky as blood ran down his face would finally exclaim, "KRUSAE ZWY KONGZEM! KAROSGRAD STANDS!"

Adhemar Dusek would look down the path littered with bodies from either side, stepping away and looking to the Orenian's that had perished, inspecting the bodies as he looked to help any alive, shaking his head as he quickly stood up knowing that there would be very few who survived. he would have then grimaced, "Eam afraid what Vy have just witnessed is the winds of Haense and her allies crashing against Vyr... attempts to attack our city."

Adhemar Dusek Morovar would have looked around the battlefield looking up to his Mentor for a moment as he then looked down to the roads leading away from Haense scattered with bodies from either sides. Wiping away blood from his chapped lips, he would then speak, "Eam starting to enjoy fighting with Vy Ser August.." He would have muttered as he dropped his helmet onto the snow with a huff, "Ve karonyz alwayz zakisk nesteo". @Ziggitee

Adhemar Dusek Morovar would scour the large battlefield after the battle, his gaze shifting towards the mass amounts of bodies from both sides scattered along, he would have a permanent grimace over his features. The Page would glance around, letting out a loud and audible huff, wiping the blood off the cut on his face. He would then speak, "The winds of Haense and the Alliance have swept this battlefield," Then beside his Mentor, they would make their way home as he then stated. "Ve karonyz zwe triek." @Ziggitee

Adhemar Dusek would have returned home, rubbing his eyes as the events were repeated within his head, the sounds of the screams and cries that Henrietta's death had caused, recalling that he was one of the first alongside other members of the BSK that rallied at the sounds of a mourning child, the young Morovar would have remained silent, not greeting, not taking a moment to spare anyone a glance, he would simply make his way into his room as staring out of his balcony, simply recalling and reliving the memories of that fateful day , muttering to himself "Ea wish there was something else that could've been done.."

From the halls of the Ghaestenwald, a young Page would saunter around towards the rooms of his parents, reading through the missive with a expression of worry, though he would have smiled at the thought, he would continue to read through the missive, repeating it's words in his head, opening the door to the room of his parents as he then spoke to them, "Have Vy read this? Are we going take a trip to Savoy?" He would then ask them. @Althea_ @Lokvank

Adhemar Dusek would read through the missive, the recently made page would lean back in his uniform within the walls of Ghaestenwald, he would remain by the nearby fireplace, allowing the warmth to take over as he thought about recent events and the contents of the missive. He would then mutter to himself, "Should we go..." He would then let out a groan, standing up as he made his way towards his siblings and parents, pestering and irritating them in the hopes and dreams that they would also attend the event, "Da, we need to."

"Err.. Vater... Ich don't think that Schwester can wear that?" Eugene Barclay, would have muttered to his father, tilting his head with a soft sigh as he remained by his mother's side, holding up a bottle of wine he had found to her @kaylaa "Mutter, tell Vater to stop making Schwester try and wear that... and... can Ish have this?"

Adhemar Dusek, the young Morovar, would read the missive, very clearly confused and needing of help, he would ask his Papej @Lokvank to assist him with reading it, "Eam not sure Ea have heard about her... apart from now..." He would have admitted out loud, though shuddering in his step as he shook his head towards the missive, knowing that he was not going to do either of those things. Eugen Barclay, would simply question his sister's mental state, though deciding to not ask her out of fear of being attacked by her, instead returning to admire the famed Reinmaren Steeds.

Alexander Novikov would have received the news of the Marshall's passing, removing his helmet at once, he would have let out a deep sigh, peering to the dead Imperials ahead of him, he would quickly turn around, gritting his jaw as he though about the Marshall that led him first. Taking a moment to sign the Lorraine before he continued their march, "Gone, but Nyet forgotten" He would have commented under his helmet as they continued their march.