Sandman_Plays

[!] Ser Caspian heard the troubling news before pouring out a drink for the fallen. "Gone but not forgotten Rickard... never Forgotten" The man would sit in his dimly lit office contemplating how many of his Brothers and Sisters would perish before him, a Chilling though passed over him as if he were being watched? OOC- Been an absolute pleasure to have you around Ghost massive help to me and to build the BSK, an all round amazing friend, thank you for all you do and have done, Im glad I was the one to tell the story of Rickard's final moments Hope you enjoyed the event :) See you when you return!

[!] The news arrives to the Lord Marshal and in the middle of a meeting he ordered everyone out of the room.. for a moment he just stared at the table. ”he… he just had to listen” he stated his voice wavering for a moment, the young Weiss had grown and matured in his order and now lay dead due to his own aspirations, Caspian shook his head before the rage set in, flipping the oak table to the side and burying his fist into the wood, this action would continue a moment until the anger subsided and the room was trashed, he huffed a moment. ”I care not for your pursuit of sin, but aside from that you were a loyal soldier and a good man for the most part, may the skies accept your soul Young Weiss” with that he sent off a gift to house Weiss to show his condolences with the offer to help fund the funeral should there be one.

[!] Relieved, the Marshal sighed, before murmoring to himself staring out over the city. "Four kings Caspian... Four kings" he echoes knowing his own service had been long and would one day come to an end, upon his desk he looked to the Personel files, each for his officers and candidates he nods slowly sighing, before looking back toward the city sipping his water.

╬╬═════════════╬╬ ISSUED BY THE BROTHERHOOD OF ST. KARL On this 11th day of Jula ag Piov of 544 E.S. Upon information and accusations relayed to the Brotherhood of Saint Karl, the Lord Marshal issues the summons of one Andrey Barrow to the Marshal’s Court to be judged and tried for crimes of “Attempt” and “Assault” against Lord Marus Weiss of Novkursain. Any relevant information of said crime and the whereabouts of the summoned is expected to be reported to an officer of the Brotherhood of Saint Karl or the Lord Marshal Ser Caspian Colborn. The summoned will report to the Brotherhood of Saint Karl within three months. Should the summoned forgo this order, they will be deemed guilty of all accusations levied against them in the eyes of the court. The crimes of the accused are listed below in accordance with the Haural Caezk as: Ch. I. “Regarding the rule of law” I.II. Let he who attempts or conspires to commit a crime be guilty of Attempt, to be punished as if they had committed the crime itself. Ch. VI. “Regarding murder, manslaughter, assault, abduction and enslavement” VI.III. Let he who harms another outside of battle be guilty of Assault. ╠════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╣ His Excellency, SER CASPIAN COLBORN Lord Marshal of Hanseti-Ruska and the Last Crow Knight of Hanseti-Ruska

{!} Caspian would nod as the appointment was made, he pondered about it for a moment before setting down the writ "She's earned it, I expect good things from her" he would comment idly to himself in his office, sipping his water before beginning his own missives soon to be distributed across Haense.

{!} Caspian watched the signing of the parchment nodding to himself before leaving the meeting, he moved to the barracks and began to make up some letters.

This was genuinely so so sweet of everyone, a permenant reminder for me to keep working harder and harder for you all, thank you for every vote and thank you for all the kind words, yall are amazing ❤️ being proud is such an understatement and its honestly so surreal seeing something like this attatched to my name, thank you everyone!

{!} Caspian would read over the suggested Dungeon diving, he ponders a moment and looks upon the missive. "Its been a while since this Brotherhood did something that wasn't fate of the world dependent, perhaps it will provide more answers on the recent attack on Waltonberg" The man would summon his officers together and they begin to prepare for the dungeon, outfitting the Brotherhood Exploration party to a severe degree knowing they were soon to take the plunge themselves.

[!] The deaths seemed to be mounting up as the city showed signs of mourning everywhere, the young marshal sighed as he learned the news of the tragic passing, he stood looking out his window as a singular tear emerged from his eye. "May the Seven Skies welcome you, brother, your service is done" He would murmur, as he wiped the tear away signing the Lorraine across his body he would nod once before moving to stay steadfast in the light of this news, the man could not falter, not now and not ever.

{!} The Marshal slumped into his chair the next morning, his face coated with ash from attempting to stop the raging inferno that had engulfed the Keep, he looked out his window to see the smoke billowing in the distance. It clung to the cold Haeseni air like a constant reminder of their failure, he sighed. "Another sleepless night, and the death of Royalty to follow" The marshal murmured and for the first time in twenty years, he poured out an alcoholic beverage his choice a vintage carrion black the glass bubbled with the strange ancient liquid the Marshal Reminiced upon the times he had spent with the King and the Queen. "Krusae Zwy Kongzem" He uttered Quietly knowing the loss was not something to celebrate, as he drank deeply from his goblet he poured the rest out for the fallen, before aptly deciding to take himself to bathe the ash and the stench of death from his skin. "Godan rest their souls and may they be accepted to the seven skies in peace" OOC- Thank you for everything Indi + Kayla, I hope you can look back upon the fond memories not the bad ones.

[!] Caspian watched in horror at Rhys's sacrafice, he was not the only one to die this day, but his loss cut deeply into the marshal, he bowed his head as the man fell to the lich's vile attack, only furthering Caspians draw to the Light, he knew he would strive to the end to find and expel the darkness where he found it, and after emerging victorious from Hexicanum, as his brothers and sisters who had beaten the odds stood over the piled bodies of friends and allies, caspian sang a silent prayer. "Although we may not have always seen eye to eye Rhys, I had a great respect for you and your work" the man murmored quietly, upon his return to Haense the Marshal spent a few days at home with his family, seemingly not wishing to address the losses publically yet, the man hurt and torn apart, he would remember the brave who had lost their life. Caius Primus I Rhys Var Ruthern May they rest in the sevens and the light eternally watch over them. As the days passed Caspian returned to His Brotherhood, there was work to be done.

[!] As Caspian read over the missive he would return is with his own comment added below, "Sergeant Joakim Colborn is handling it upon the brotherhood side of things, perhaps its worth accompanying him to view the cog, as we do not wish for any further 'Ser Roach' Incidents" the missive is signed with Marshals Signature and placed back into the Lady Emissar's office

THE BROTHERHOOD’S MARCH AGAINST THE DARKNESS The bells in the Brotherhood of Saint Karl courtyard rang out. The loud metallic ringing bounced off the rooftops and sounded out through the streets and alleys of New Valdev. Those meandering around were called towards the barracks where rows upon rows of the Brotherhood’s men and women lined up shoulder to shoulder. The officers stood in front of them all, each donned in black platemail headed by the Lord Marshal Caspian Colborn himself. To his right was the aged Lieutenant Yuri Ostrov alongside Sergeants Henrik-Otto Ludovar and Siegmund Weiss. To his left was the other Lieutenant, the Duchess Tatiyana vas Ruthern, standing adjacent with the Sergeants Joakim Colborn, Rickard Nord, and Viktor Weiss. Each wore their black helmets, cutting the shape of soldiers on a mission. The Marshal’s gaze panned over the seven hundred strong force of the Brotherhood. He turned to Tatiyana. “Are they all assembled?” He asked to which he got a firm nod in response. “Brothers! Sisters!” His voice boomed out as he began. It echoed around the courtyard and brought the soldiers and onlookers to a swift and uneasy quiet. “Today we march to war and face something we have never faced before in our time. We don’t just face evil or our King's enemy. No, today we face enemies of the living! Enemies who prefer to live outwith the light of Godan. We will strike out at the heart of darkness and come back victorious or not come back at all!” Caspian’s words were resolute but the worry, that niggling voice nagged at him. It questioned if he was ready to commit so many lives to this war, this crusade, and if he could live with the potential consequences. No matter how sure he sounded, Caspian felt a pit in his stomach all the same. If the Brotherhood thought likewise they did not reveal it. Their faces were resolute, hard stares and clenched jaws. All were ready and showed no fear at the announcement that they were to take the fight to the dark. Sergeant Joakim stepped up then and barked out the marching orders. “Brotherhood! Right face!” The sound of hundreds of bodies shuffling at once echoed out. Each of their steps, swivelling to the right, sounded like a break of thunder when they combined into one and only escalated into an all out storm when the order to move on came. “Forward march!” Their boots thudded along the cobble streets of the city and roused any the bell had somehow missed. They marched out from their homes, they marched from the city, they marched towards the darkness. Seven hundred brave souls, bound by oath and fellowship, were united in purpose. They crossed fields and hills without pause whilst the officers sat on horseback and organised the squadrons at the head of them. Caravans of provisions and steel followed, as did the ammunition and the heavy equipment carried on carts. The Brotherhood of Saint Karl marched to war. A wholly righteous war that not even the enveloping snow could stop. They trudged on still for after all this was a war that needed to be won and snow never stopped a Highlander from bringing the King’s justice and Godan’s light before. On they marched against the darkness.

The marshal read the message his smile increasing slightly. "If only I could warn them of how many brothers and sisters of Saint Karl await the day they would try it, typical of them to hire out for their dirty work, too scared I imagine to make the move themselves" He hums idly placing the missive into the fireplace and watching it burn "Woe to the ones who do, for the fate of death will be delivered in quick succession" With that Caspian made the orders, the Brotherhood soldiers patrolled the streets the gates were closed and sealed, and watches were drafted, it was as if he had been waiting for this moment the entire time.

Caspian heard the sorry news a singular tear rolling down his face as he read the parchment, the man mourned his friend, his ally and his brother, he carefully wraps the scroll up once more placing it upon his desk, he looks out the windows the cold Haeseni air bathing his face, his breath misting as it expelled from his lungs he watched the courtyard, more and more brothers joining in training and learning together. "Look at what have we have built brother... its glorious and would never have been achievable without you" The man murmors to himself, the tear still lingering upon his face, he bows his head signing the lorraine over himself "A true Brother until the very end, you have earned your place in the seven skies, rest well Petyr your oath is fufilled and I could not be prouder of a man in all my days"