Gandhi

Alfred lingered in his chambers - with the letter in his hands. He set it down onto his desk and paced around his room for a moment (a rare occurrence for the fat child), before halting in his tracks and settling into a chair. ".. Ich will surely need to visit after this - perhaps bring ein Landser or two."

wc this friday

Alfred Barclay skims through most of what was legible to him. "I hope this will nicht affect Karl too much." He commented, rather simply.

Alfred Barclay grins, hoping his grandfather will provide him with many sweets during his retirement.

Ludolf Barclay submits his vote.

Alfred - the chubby young Baron, peered up at his grandmother rather inquisitively. He understood little, when it came to darkspawn.. Likely credit to his age - however, that didn't stop him from puking all over his cousin, Robert. @Fionn__TWG

A senile Barclay, wandering the lands of Aevos - had his own ties to House Mondblume, of which; was one of the few things he was capable of remembering. He had stopped in Haense, just briefly on his search for something. And eventually smiled with the knowledge of House Mondblume, yet rather crookedly..

“This is really cool, I hope we have peace” Says Ludolf Barclay who can’t change the font on his comment.

"this is so fire dude." says an anonymous buck fan.

"This guy is really cool." Ludolf Barclay says about his mentor, Robert Stroheim

"How convincing!" Ludolf grinned as he read over the flyer..

woah

Sir Ludolf Barclay marked down the date - making sure to attend.

REAL.

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Sir Ludolf Barclay - a distant cousin of Prince Wilheim, sends his kinsman a bottle of Aaunic wine and a pack of Barcston cigarettes. "I trust Manfred will lead House Barclay von Reinmar into a stronger - prouder future." He muttered..

literally me....

Ludolf reads and smiles. "I love Minitz." He'd mutter as he wiped down his sword with a wet rag - sitting on the outskirts of his camp.

YOOOO!!! HOW TO SIGN UP !!!

The aformentioned Ritter laughed - peering over his kinsman's shoulder. He nodded fervently. "In due time- Sir."

Sir Ludolf swung his blade high as the Herrenmeister spoke. "Proudly, will we fight in the name of Saint Tylos." He muttered, his sallet's visor clattering as it closed.

Ludolf Ritter Barclay barked orders at his fellow men atop the walls of Neu Brandthof - in the early stages of the siege. He saw Maxwell tear off with the Caelians - taking them to safety.. Or so he'd thought. As the Bailiff descended down into the streets of Minitz, packed with Waldenians and Lechians alike. He hadn't noticed Maxwell's absence at the time - but had eventually realized the Lawspeaker had stood his ground in the gatehouse.. As the ships arrived in Savoy's bay - the Bailiff was filled with a sense of regret, was it? He couldn't really tell - maybe it was just his lost nostalgia.. However - he descended off of the ship and onto the beaches, it was a new day.

Sir Ludolf Barclay plunged his dagger into the powered orb of the Dreadknight - deep in the caverns beneath Minitz and Adria. The Party of Ritters had it hard as they escaped through the caves - narrowly escaping with their lives more than once. He was exhausted when he returned to Minitz aside Sir Wilhelm, Sir Peter, Sir Ludwig and Theoderic, and yet happy to be alive.

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Somewhere in the heartlands, a Bailiff frowned. “I made the right choice, I’m sure of it.” He quietly muttered to himself..