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Ser August Barclay saluted the Lord Marshal with a proud grin - prepared to wield the Kongzem’s banner into battle as a proud Reinmaren.
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hi
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Ser August Barclay nodded his head with a prideful affirmation as Nikolai was finally to be wedded.
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“Interesting.” Murmured the senile Carlos Mendez.
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Ser August Barclay marched through Orenia with his kinsmen, overhearing the Ruthern conversation of 'Barclay bastards' - he'd tuck his hand idly to his pommel as he'd murmur beneath his sallet. "Do the Orenians nicht understand we've nein bastards? Nicht even ein bastardized surname."
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"To beat ein Barclay, after being allowed the freedom of unhindered passage within our capital city." Scoffed Ser August Barclay with a shake of his head.
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"Krusae Zwy Kongzem." Ser August stated with a knightly salute for his König.
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"Ein improvement, swapping sides without payment." Smiled the Barclay Ser as he'd sharpen his longsword atop a whetstone. "Respectable."
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Skin name: The Pirate Medallion Bid: 100 Discord: Ziggitee#6445
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Persona Name - Ser August Barclay IGN - Gandhi_2k Nation - Hanseti-Ruska
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Ser August Barclay offered the unwavering soldier a fair knightly salute as the Knights retinue cleared from the walls - he’d pray for the resolute soldier’s arrival at the seven skies on the ferry back to the remains of Elysium with the burning ruins of overwhelmed Varhelm in the longing distance.
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Ser August Barclay swung by the office, entering - and promptly snagging up said calendar before rushing off with the hopes Emil hadn't noticed.
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ser august barclay weeps for his dead kin, bishop viktor.
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THE KNIGHTS ATLAS | VE LAURYA KOSSAR
Gandhi replied to The Knights Table's topic in Knights of Haense
Ser August 'the Merciful' Barclay grinned as he'd skim through the atlas and over his deceased kin, Ser Brandt and Ser Wilheim. "Eventually, Ich will be in this atlas; this ist ein work of art." He'd state proudly to himself. -
who? @Summerisdumbwho? who? who? who? who? who?
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Ser August Barclay found himself seated as a page delivered the news to him. He tucked himself comfortably in his chair, a lit cigar found in his right hand as his eyes shifted to the open window, allowing a deep breeze to enter through the Noble apartment. "Gutte on the Kongzem." August murmured to himself, "He wast ein sick bastard anyways." He stated shortly, waving a hand for the page to depart as he did so. His only regret about Alec had been - the fact that he wasn't in attendance at the man's execution; payback, August would muse over. Nothing about mercy had appeared in his mind, odd- Was it? Looking back at the moniker he had bestowed upon him by the Koeng himself.
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"Ich liebe the Haeseni army." Stated Ser August Barclay.
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Hey Javvy if you could revive any dead persona of yours who’d it be & when r you bringing back Anton
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Ser August Barclay had clutched the hilt of his longsword until the final ring of a mace collided with the Ser's sallet; and with that he tumbled to the mud, defeated and struck down outside the Principality.
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Ser August Barclay shed a tear or two as the news of Ser Erwin's death had arrived, his cousin and fellow Crow Knight had been executed. He clutched a hand to his chest, laid over his breastplate - nearing his heart before promptly dipping his head. "Du might nicht have died in ein field battle, skirmish, nor ein siege defending the Kongzem und her allies; but du're ein martyr, und Ich will remember du." The Ser concluded with a final, sharp exhale.
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"Krusae Zwy Kongzem!" Barked Ser August as the execution took place.
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Ser August Barclay sharpened his blade via whetstone from the barracks within Karosgrad. "Victory." He murmured plainly.
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“Woah, cool.” Ser August Barclay, Theodosya’s betrothed murmured at the campaign post.
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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)
