Gandhi

August Barclay frowned at the sudden disappearance of Anya, though he hadn't a care, looking back on the things he heard about the young woman. "Ich hope she forgot how to use that crossbow.." Charles Darkwood sits in his study, watching his growing children converse idly as he was none-the-wiser about Anya's apparent death. Though he quietly recalled walking her down the aisle as a father-type-figure but a few years ago.

August Barclay arched a brow as he heard Johann explain the situation to him. Though he did nothing whatsoever except watch the gathering of the court chat and complain about Anya with his uncle Viktor! (@Borin)

hate the mercatrolling hate them!!!!

An aged veteran of the Tenth Nordling war, and of the multiple Mercatorii campaigns within Oren, skims through the call with a wrinkled grin. "Viva Mercatorii, borsa."

"Krusae Zwy Kongzem." Huffed August Barclay at the news, grazing a solemn finger upon his single-edged sabre with an idle grin.

“Based!” August Barclay exclaimed at the notice.

August Barclay stood at attention in the Basilica, baton in his right hand as he loyally served the BSK!

“Too long, won’t read.” Stated a young August Barclay as he hopped about the Reinmaren courtyard.

"Green und blue Ich dress, Eagle on mein chest, Glory to the Duchy of Reinmar!" A young and proud August Barclay exclaimed, crying tears of joy.

August Barclay sharpens his short-sword

August Barclay applauds and supports James in his righteous endeavour!

"Godan save the Savoyards!" Shouted August Barclay from the walls of Reinmar. "We stand with the true Pontificate."

August Barclay hardily bobbed his head, "Wer Rastet Der Rostet." He'd state with a grin.

"Nein Barclay, du are nein Barclay!" August Barclay exclaimed alongside Ser Reinhardt, sharpening his blade upon his whetstone.

"Have ein gutte retirement, du deserved it." August Barclay murmured within the confines of the Reinmaren Keep.

August Barclay frowned. "Ich hope du make it to the skies, peacefully." He'd murmur, signing the cross upon his chest for the soul of his great-grand aunt.

August Barclay frowns and signs the lorraine in memory of his great-great-uncle, Manfred.

good skins !

Charles Darkwood sheds a tear of joy as Anya is to be wed. "As Johann said, marriage ist ein prison, Ich hope du know what du are getting durself into, Anya." He snickered to himself, lowering the notice. August Barclay clears his calendar for the event, marking it down as important before shrugging and continuing on with his day.

Carlos Mendez marks down the date.

August Barclay bobbed his head whilst reading through the missive. "Krusae Zwy Kongzem," He murmured proudly, stowing it away and seeking out his crossbow.

Charles Darkwood, father of the aformentioned Irina, narrowed his eyes upon his daughter as she thought aloud. Nevertheless a proud smile broke into his features as he went to go pester his wife about what to purchase for Krugmas whilst praying to Godan she doesn't bully any other children... (@CopOwl) August Barclay clapped his hands excitedly as him and his cousin, Emil, sat and discussed their options for gifts. "Uhmm, du think Ich could get ein sword fur Krugmas, coz?" He murmured, glancing over to his cousin Emil, "Ich think du'd fare well with another sword from dein vater too." He remarked idly. (@Liokv)

“Dravi, fruend.” Addressed August Barclay as he learned of the situation, thereafter quickly returning to his duties as a page.

August Barclay applauds Klaus, whilst ignoring the thesis itself.

Carlos Mendez would've been cheering alongside Grigory had he not been forced by his wife into staying home for the next few weeks due to his horrid back problems..