Gandhi

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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..

Sir Ludolf flew into a rage at the news that his son was fell upon by the Adrians, toppling over his desk.

James von Reinmar kept a watchful eye 'pon the Adrian roads before departing with the company northwards, intent to deliver justice.

23 minutes ago, AnonymousAlexa said:

THE TRAILS OF GAINS

“It’s Trial, by the way.” Sir Ludolf mutters aloud as he forces a random peasant to lift.

Sir Ludolf Barclay wrote Emir a little letter wishing his family the best. "Good on Emir, one shouldn't let the honor of his wife be brought into question." He'd muse.

MRA trol(ed)

MC Name:

         Gandhi_2k

Character's Name:

         Sir Ludolf Barclay

Character's Age:

         32

Character's Race:

         Human

What magic(s) will you be learning?

         Malchediael's Radiant Templars

Teacher's MC Name:

         TheShadowMatrix

Teacher's RP Name:

         Robert Stroheim

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

         No

Do you agree to keep Story updated on the status of your magic app?:

         Yes

Are you aware that if this magic is shelved, it will be unavailable to use?

         Yes

Sir Ludolf prayed for the integrity of the Pontiff-Elect. "May he remain stalwart in the face of anathema hostility."

“An honourable man, he is - the Count of Pacidia.” Sir Ludolf mused, once.

Sir Ludolf lowered his head in prayer for the Pontiff. "You were a true servant of GOD - a pillar of our faith."

1 hour ago, Zemzy_Oakheart said:

From across the river did a set of eyes find the news posted along the road, the woman's brow furrowed in a bit of irony at such a sight posted.

 

"Tch," The woman's heavy boot steps resounded amongst the fields of wheat she tended to across the land for Aaun, "Sounds like m'lady's plights bu' in th' ci'y i'self.... Wonder why they don' ever did i' fer Petsch & th' Herrlichkeit fam'ly?" The brunette's long, braided locks draped over her shoulder as her Scottish accent went unanswered within the golden fields; the scythe whisked away the wheat, bundling it under her arms as she continued on, repairing the irrigation of the land that had been neglected for years.

 

"Yuh'd think they be takin' care of their own kind wit' tha' kind uh irony...." No one would answer the brunette as she worked away in silence after that, minding her own business as the missive was dismissed from her thoughts.

 

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Meanwhile, within the south sat a lumberjack growing into her much older years. She'd kept up on what news she could of lands she'd been in decent standings with in the least over the years & was mainly staying at home recently to relax from the hard days of toiling away in the woods.

 

Seeing such news as she'd taken the opportunity to check in made her furrow her brow a bit in confusion.

 

"Huh, so they give a scheisse about a dead duke, but not for the men who helped structure their laws?" Zemzy Oakheart would question herself as she sat by the fireplace, a boar of considerable size at this point had grown over the years as it lay beside her feet in content. "Looks like another iler takin advantage of their power again, I hope they haven't lost their one brain cell the last time I visited so long ago.... What do yew think, Borealis?" The woman asked her companion beside her feet, its tusks much longer now as it looked up to her with a yawn. "....Fair, they're.. doing what they can to survive at this point.... Hope things don't burn down like the 'aherals did recently.... I pray they don't come knockin on our doors next...."

Sir Ludolf Barclay tries to survive in a dying Duchy!

Sir Ludolf Barclay fervently prayed that those who worship false idols will be brought to justice.

Sir Ludolf Barclay signed the cross for his former liege.

Sir Ludolf Barclay returned to his home, Minitz - in the Kingdom of Aaun, worn out from the lengthy siege. He had his wounds checked over once more. "The struggle has only begun - Wer Rastet, Der Rostet."

Ser August welcomed his old friend to the skies - having died FAR before Klara.

“SO TRUE.” Commented Ludolf Barclay

"Roundhouse kick an Adrian into the concrete." Sir Ludolf Barclay said to himself.

"Wer Rastet, Der Rostet!" Cheered Sir Ludolf, sharing a pint of ale with his allies in Balian.

".. Wasn't the Pontiff's only meeting with Azdrazi to see if they were worthy of mercy? And willing to drop their heretical ways.." A concerned Sir Ludolf inquired to himself as he skimmed through the missive. "I also don't see a problem with Holy men taking up arms against the anathema."

"It's Patriarch of Jorenus, for future reference."

Ser August Barclay welcomes his old ally to the skies..

"Wer Rastet, Der Rostet!" Sir Ludolf was unable to draw his blade high; as he'd sustained wounds in the Lower Petra, but he surely would've..

Ludolf Barclay signed the Lorraine atop his chest - he’d send a copy of the missive to his brother-in-law down south. He mused on the fact he’d never be able to meet his father-in-law.. “The Heartlands burn.”

Sir Ludolf grinned as he'd heard the declaration.

"The Heartlands burn.." Sir Ludolf, the Bailiff of Minitz muttered. "Wer Rastet, Der Rostet." The Ritter battered a proud fist upon his chestplate.