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"Krusae Zwy Kongzem!" Barked Ser August as the execution took place.

Ser August Barclay sharpened his blade via whetstone from the barracks within Karosgrad. "Victory." He murmured plainly.

“Woah, cool.” Ser August Barclay, Theodosya’s betrothed murmured at the campaign post.

Charles Darkwood woke up as dawn sprawled over the Reinmaren countryside. It had been months, maybe years even since the aging Charles had seen his daughter; naught in a condition to search for her the man relinquished in his sins, over-encumbered. He had concluded something, the mistakes he had made throughout not just his marriage but his childhood too. After a fair while it had got to him; pressing a short kiss to his wife, Adrianna's cheek as he departed for the last time in a fair while. After naught a month of his daughter's secretive arrival in Oren, her father Charles had disappeared. (@CopOwl)

"Du still lost ein larger percent of dein rally, Orenites, und we still held the city in the end, our objective." Mused Ser August as he skulked around Oren, overhearing the Prince's conversation!

"Dein ein gutte lad, Adhemar." Ser August Barclay stated towards his page with an affirming nod, hand strewn to his sabre as he examined the Orenian, Haeseni and Urguani corpses lining the roads. "Krusae Zwy Kongzem!" He exclaimed, at that.

Ser August Barclay sheathed his blade as the battle came to a close, assisting his Urguani comrades in the defense of their homeland. The man returned home with his page, Adhemar at his side! ( @Armod)

Carlos Mendez inputs his vote with an agreeable nod.

"Rest in peace, dein Holiness." Spoke Ser August Barclay somberly at the news.

Ser August Barclay reads through the warning at the Knight's table of Hanseti-Ruska, eyeing through it with an idle frown. "Ich had hoped this wast over... regardless."

Ser August Barclay plans to attend the aforementioned event.

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August Barclay ended up filling out the form whilst pestering his brother Emil to do the same @Liokv NAME: August Barclay AGE: 18 POSITION APPLIED: Huntsman RESIDENCE: Duchy of Reinmar

Carlos Mendez promptly marked down the date, ecstatic to attend Emerald's wedding.

Charles Darkwood sat there in his cozy little study pondering over a book as said letter arrived. He peered between the signature and the beginning of the letter; as though he didn't wish for it to end. His eyes stood trained on the beginning before eventually lifting his visage to drawl out over the rest of the letter. "They're all going, one by one. Ich will, though." He remarked shortly with a frown, then lowering the letter and returning to his book with teary eyes. Luka Bishop promptly welcomed his cousin into the seven skies alongside Petyr, sipping Carrion throughout the night.

DEATH OF ANOTHER ANCIENT FELLOW LUKA BISHOP’S DEATH _____________________________________________ [1770-1854] Luka shuffled away from his meager campsite at the first sight of the sun. A plain waterskin gripped within his right hand. He continued on through the shrubbery of the forest until he found a small clearing, in which the senile, aged man continued on through over the grass. By this point Luka recalled the birth of his first and only child, Alice; he hadn’t known what caused him to remember this but it caused a sharp pain to shoot through his chest. He lifted his right hand up to clutch at his tunic though to no avail. “Yam szam, Alice...” He mumbled through strained breathes, attempting to retain a steady air flow, in and out. Though once again to no avail. His attempt saved the man a moment before he finally collapsed to the grass. In a moment of desperation the estranged Bishop whispered. “Yam szam.” A final time before those continuous sharp pains kept motion until the man was motionless on the grass. The waterskin which he had previously clung to, spilt out over the weeds of grass as Luka Bishop, veteran of the Sedanian Rebellion and the Tenth Nordling war, lay dead. To the Mercatorii To Ser Erwin Bishop

August promptly frowned at the news, though shutting his front door and murmuring a strained prayer or two.

"The field marshal?" August Barclay murmured after the siege as the news arrived for him. Idly, he was seated on a small cot in his tent as he signed the Lorraine in remembrance of the field marshal who'd help lead them in the battle.

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Ser August Barclay of Hoonse, a loyal supporter of Klara prepared to beat his cousin, Konstanz with a stick over the affair! @Fionn__TWG

August Barclay pauses at the missive, then considers mentioning something, before promptly forgetting about said event!

The aforementioned Carlos Mendez marked down the time, and promptly annoyed his dear cousin Cesar to attend such a summit. (@Timer)

"Damn, that's unfortunate." Murmured August Barclay.

August Barclay marked down the date with a shrug.

"BLOOD FOR BARCLAY!" Chanted an ecstatic August at the missive.