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THE DUKE AND DUCHESS Issued by the Duke of Kanunsberg In the year of our Lord 2069 HARK KINSMEN AND ALL THOSE WHO READ THIS MISSIVE, I, Othmar Hrodgar, have wed Lady Richilde Helvets under the eyes of God and my ancestors. A private ceremony, officiated by the ever-so-godly Father Keen, was held in the good chapel of Saint Caius Primus which resides in the lands of Kanunsberg, with close friends and kin in attendance as witnesses to our union. My wife and I vow to uphold the values of the one true faith in our marriage, as Horen and Julia had in the days of yore, and to teach whatever children God may give us with these very values which have held humanity together for all time. Scripture shall be paramount in our household. May my schwur be known to all men and present in my actions, and I pray that through the grace of God that I may live as a godly man and a worthy husband. WER RASTET, DER ROSTET HIS EXCELLENCY, OTHMAR, Lawspeaker of Reinmar, Duke of Kanunsberg, Baron of Fernweh

Owyn read the call at his desk within Castle Holsord. His thin lips curled into a faint grin. "I'm going to become a Bailiffshand." he said to himself.

THE BALANCE DISTURBED ON SORCERY AND TRIBAL WISDOM It has long been the custom of our folk to hold fast to the earth beneath our feet, to take counsel from the fire in our hearths and the honor in our blood, rather than from spirits, wizards, or otherworldly mutterings. In recent moons, however, our tribe has observed a creeping enchantment—not of strength nor truth, but of spellcraft and illusion. Reports have reached the Chieftain’s court of increasing fascination among certain young men and women toward the arts of magick. Once whispered of only in distant corners of foreign courts, the presence of hooded conjurers and self-styled “scholars of the arcane” has grown bolder among our villages and byways. It is not Reinmaren. Our ways are shaped by steel, oaths, and the Kanun—not the runes of shadow-scholars. We recall with solemn reflection the error of Rudolf von Weisenstein.. A good tribesman, a just one, who was deceived by a daemon born under unnatural stars. In his compassion, he erred. In his trust, he was made the fool. Those who traffic with spirits do not come for counsel—they come to change the tribe. Let it be known: compassion is not weakness, but neither shall it blind us to danger. ☩ THE CRYPT AT WICKHOLLOW A WARNING UNHEEDED In the Franklands, where once Reinmaren banners flew proud before our great migration, there now festers a chill that no hearthfire thaws. A lone crypt, long sealed and buried, has stirred. Folk whisper of a pale ghost, drifting through the thorns like fog. The wise among us ask—what foul rites were wrought when Reinmar's blood no longer soaked that soil? What hidden evils did the magicians bring forth in secret, when no honor-bound eyes remained to stop them? The Kanun forbids the summoning of spirits and the consorting with dead arts. Yet what else stirs such hauntings, if not the works of men who would play God with fire and ash? Some claim these lands were peaceful upon our return. So they were—until strange folk began muttering in tongues not of our fathers, and trailing behind them the scent of incense and rot. It is no coincidence. NOTICE FROM THE CHIEFTAIN The Chieftain calls upon all Reinmaren warriors, bailiffs, and sworn men to exercise vigilance and clarity in these troubled days. Those who speak in riddles, wear robes instead of leathers, or name themselves “sorcerer,” “arcanist,” or “magus,” shall be escorted beyond the tribal boundaries by the sword-bearers of Reinmar. The Kanun grants this duty to all defenders of the folk. Where law is absent, demons grow. Where honor is ignored, ruin follows. Let every tribesman remember: Our law is Gott’s law. Our fire is clean. ☩ HERRENMEISTER VARIK STEPS DOWN It was with quiet dignity that Herrenmeister Varik the Elf and longtime steward of the Order of Saint Tylos, announced his withdrawal from the duties of command. “It has been long since I withdrew myself from the public eye, making token few appearances to sit among the Landtag at Moot,” wrote Varik in his statement. “During my long absence, I have raised a son, tended my family’s land, and managed the affairs of my House. Furthermore, a new era has dawned for Reinmar, one which I feel a new generation must seize.” The Order of Saint Tylos stands as one of the oldest martial bodies in our land, known for its discipline, integrity, and loyalty to the tribe. The mantle of Herrenmeister is not easily borne, and the tribe extends thanks and honor to Varik for his many years of calm judgment and iron service. The Herrenhaus has confirmed that deliberations are ongoing to appoint a successor who embodies the virtues of strength and tribal wisdom. No names have been released at time of print. “Immer bereit,” wrote Varik in closing. We answer: "Always.” BLOOD AND BOARFLESH The chill morning mist had barely lifted when the boar was sighted—an unusually large beast, with tusks like scytheblades and hide marked by old scars. It charged through the underbrush of Frankland with the force of a battering ram, sending two men tearing through a thicket like parchment. But the sons and daughters of Reinmar do not balk at wild things. Hrani, Ludolf the Younger, Siegfried, Valentin, Johann, and Hildegaard gave chase with spear, bow, and grit. The hunt raged from ridge to clearing, until—cornered at last by a ring of spearpoints—the beast made one final charge and was brought low with Hrani’s strike. Witnesses say the boar weighed near twice the common kind. Its flesh was shared in the field with all present. The Chieftain sends its formal praise to the hunting party. This, he remarked, is the sort of deed “that keeps the blood warm and the people bound.” A public feast was held in the tavern, and folk say the boar’s meat was smoked and tender, bested only by the honey-glazed roots and six flasks of field mead shared in good cheer. “Was a good kill,” said a tribesman, grinning. “Boar never stood a chance.” IN PASSING Wilfred von Kretzen claims to have bred a hen that lays green-speckled eggs. The Chieftain’s Cook has requested samples. Ottilie found a rock shaped like a stallion’s head. The elders say it’s a good omen. CLOAKED IN HONOR Not all cloth is woven equal. A blanket warms the back. A shroud covers the dead. But the Reinmaren cloak is something else entirely. It is the public shape of the tribesman, the daily banner of his belonging. A cloak tells where a man walks from. No Reinmaren rides without it unless the work is dirty or the morning is rushed. When guests arrive, we set it right upon our shoulders. When we are judged, we wear it still. An unblooded earns his cloak upon proving his labor before elders. A woman keeps her cloak folded near when the fire dies low. The man who casts off his cloak too quick, or dons strange silks in its place, marks himself odd—and folk speak of it, quietly, near the baking-stones. In Moots and war-hosts, from feast to funeral, a cloak is what binds the outer man to the inner name. It is not just clothing. It is oath made visible. As the saying goes: “A man may forget his spear, his belt, or his coin. But if he leaves without his cloak—he walks bare.” Let none walk bare in Reinmar. KANUN COMMENTARY “Everyone who thus enters a Reinmaren’s home ought to make a sound and call.” So speaks the Kanun—not as a suggestion, but as an order handed down from generations of Lawspeakers. For the Reinmaren house is not just wood and stone. It is a realm unto itself, a hearth-circle where blood sleeps, prayers rise, and weapons rest at ease. To cross its threshold uncalled is not a small matter. A man’s yard is his outer cloak, and his roof is his crown. The Kanun rightly binds them together—hovel, yard, stable, and the silent corners of a winter cellar—because all of it houses the will of the patriarch or matriarch that claims it. Thus the law does not ask much. Only that a voice be raised. A name be called. A sign of respect shown. If no answer comes, you walk on. That is how peace lives among kin. Too often now, some claim forgetfulness. Some lean on the habits of the south, where houses stand open and streets drift into parlors. This is not our way. The Kanun does not tolerate such looseness, for it erodes what makes a tribesman sovereign in his gate. "From foundations a home arises..." Let no one forget what those foundations are made of. Stone. Wood. Oath. Blood. HERO OF THE HOMELAND Stanton von Stroheim Templar of Reinmar, Owynist, and Son of the Soil In a time when many speak loudly, Stanton von Stroheim walks with quiet certainty. A templar by oath and Reinmaren by birth, he has long stood as a sentinel between the peace of the hearth and the chaos that presses in from without. Known by those near to him as a man of few words and fewer indulgences, Stanton first took up arms under the banner of Saint Tylos before his twentieth winter. He rose not through ambition, but through steadiness—his sword always clean, his feet firm, his eyes unclouded by spellcraft or flatteries. Let the young look upon Stanton von Stroheim and understand this: Virtue does not shout. It stands. And it keeps standing. WIT & RIDDLE ”I guard without blade, I watch without sleep. I answer no man, but all men approach me. I open not for cowards, nor for ghosts. What am I?” (Answer in the next issue 40 mina reward to someone who guesses it in the ‘comments’ section.) WEATHER AND WARHORNS Frost clings to the northern stones still; riders to Frankland should tighten their saddles. It is not yet spring on the high trails. QUOTE OF THE YEAR “Even Horen who spoke the virtue, falls short of GOD.” -Bishop Josefina

"Who did my son get to write this..?" Lambert asked as he read the missive. He then nodded to himself as he saw the name "Arigaisos". "Figures! I haven't taught the boy how to properly write yet!"

THE DUAL BEGINNINGS Issued by the Baron of Brandthof In the year of our Lord 2014 LET IT BE KNOWN, that under the light of the ancestors and the eyes of God, that I have wed the esteemed Lady Felicie von Wesenburg, elevating her as my Chieftess and Baroness. A private ceremony was held in the Temple of Waldenic Martyrs exactly a year ago, officiated by the good Father Nikolaus, with close friends and kin in attendance. A son and heir, Ludolf Anton von Brandthof, has been born from my union. He has been bestowed this name after his ancestors Sir Ludolf Barclay and Venerable Anton Barclay. We pray our heir lives up to his namesake and the examples set by his venerable ancestors. WER RASTET DER ROSTET HIS EXCELLENCY, LAMBERT, Erstkanzler of Reinmar, Baron of Brandthof

“Fear and doubt grip the hearts of all men, Erwin,” intoned Leon to his eldest grandson, sitting beside him near a hearth within the Heather Palace of Kretzen. His words, though steady, had much weight to them, as if they had come through many seasons of the man’s life. “I used to tell you stories of Castle Kanunsberg when you were but a babe.” An aged hand ran across the polished timber of the chair he rested in. “I regaled you with tales of my childhood. My father was a just prince, and when he passed, our tribe had been reduced to a mere shadow of what it had been during the time of your great-great-grandfather.” A melancholy sigh rattled through the ailing chieftain’s chest, pained and long. “I remember when my time to take the mantle of chieftain came,” Leon murmured, his voice heavy with the weight of memory. “You already know the story of the Roach. The vermin. How he felled my father like a craven. I was filled with fear those days. Deep in your heart, I know you fear for me and yourself, as any son would.” He paused, his gaze drawn to the hearth and its fire, faded burns lit in flickers of flame and shadow. “The end of my days is coming soon, son. You will soon take this burden I have carried since I was but a boy of fifteen.” Leon rasped, his voice low and hoarse. He turned his gaze to his grandson, his eyes filled with both great pride and sorrow. “Why have you always favored me so, grandfather?” Erwin asked, a mixture of curiosity and unease in his voice. He glanced at the aged prince as he searched for the reason behind the warmth in Leon’s eyes, the bond that had always existed between them. Leon, despite his heavy weariness, managed to emit a soft chuckle. He studied his grandson with affection before speaking. “Why do I favor you? I see in you a fire that burns brighter than it ever had in me, yet I see that you share in my fears. You will not follow me, you will exceed me. You are destined to carry the burden of leadership, as I was.” A small, amused smile danced across his face for a moment before the expression smoothed over into weariness. “I will do all I can to exceed you, grandfather.” Erwin declared, his voice unsteady and full of ambition. “I will glorify you.” He added as he set his eyes upon his grandfather with a fixed determination. The old chieftain’s expression softened with the same mix of pride and quiet sadness. He knew deeply the burden of his grandson’s desire- it was a noble thing, but a heavy one. “Know this, my son: the glory you seek does not come from your throne, nor my praise. It comes from the choices you make and the honor within your heart. If you glorify me, it will not be through my name alone, but the legacy the ancestors and I have left you to strengthen.” The two shared moments of silence, the only sound within the chamber being the crackling of the fire and the steady rhythm of Leon’s breath, now shallow with age. Minutes passed, long and short all at once, before Leon spoke. “Will you play it for me, Erwin? The song you made for Alfred, the one you called ‘grandfather’.” Erwin nodded and hefted the lute he kept nearby. Leon closed his eyes and reclined as the pleasant strumming of the strings became the only sound in the room, and for a moment he was no longer the ailing prince, he was only a boy’s grandfather, eager to hear his boy play. The melody was once new to him, an homage to his long-dead brother-prince that saw tears limning his eyes. It was the first of Erwin’s compositions, the first in a long line of songs, each a memory Leon so dearly treasured. Erwin’s fingers strummed the notes as well as they ever had, perhaps heavier than when he’d been a boy, but the music sounded just the same as it had all those years ago. He could still hear it echoing in his ears when Erwin stood, lute in hand. “I must go, grandfather. I must attend to my wife.” He said quietly. Leon nodded in reply, that familiar tinge of desolation steady in his eyes. “Go, my son. Spend time with your wife,” he said as the boy exited the chamber. “I feel as if I shall return to mine in the coming days.” Murmured the aged prince, his gaze having returned to the crackling fire. A young Leon with his own grandfather, Caius Primus. After some quiet deliberation, Leon rose from his seat. His bones groaned in protest, but despite himself, he gripped his walking stick firmly, a gift from Frederica. He stood for a moment, his gaze fixed on the fire as if he were contemplating something beyond its burning light. “That woman has always impressed me,” Leon muttered as he stepped out of the chamber and into an adjacent hall. Leon’s eyes drifted slowly over to the portraits that lined the walls. Each frame was a testament to the age of his house and the long line of ancestors who had fought, bled, and struggled to build the legacy he shouldered. “Now it shall be in Frederica and Erwin’s hands.” He said to himself as he moved to place a hand on a portrait of his wife. With a quiet sigh, Leon stepped away from the portraits and continued down the hall. The light from the hearth dimmed as he walked further away from its warmth. The long shadows stretched in front of him like the long roads he had walked in life. His walking stick tapped lightly on the hall’s cold stone, the sound echoing through the emptiness. Leon had made journeys throughout the palace towards his own chambers countless times before, but never had they felt so heavy. Adalfriede had often walked beside him, her presence a steady comfort through the years. Now, each step he took felt more distant from the days when she walked the halls with him, when her counsel had steadied his hand. He let out a mournful sigh, the sound was a low release of breath as if the act of exhaling was a burden he struggled to carry without his wife. Of all the losses in the aged chieftain’s life, her absence left a wake in his heart, one that time could not ease no matter how many days passed. Eventually, Leon made his way to the wooden steps that led to his chambers, his steps slow and heavy, each one echoing in the silence of the hall. The years had made him weary, and the climb to his room seemed to take longer than it ever had before. As he reached his bedroom, the familiar sight of his door loomed over him. He entered the room and staggered towards his bed, his steps growing steadier as if the weight of the world had finally been released from his shoulders. Leon collapsed onto the bed with a soft sigh, his body sinking into the familiar, yet now lonely, comfort of the mattress. In his final moments, the warrior made no great struggle, no cries of anguish. He simply let go. The years of leadership, of loss, and triumph, all drifted away as he lay in his bed. The weight of the crown and of his family slipped away in the peace of the night. The deceased Prince joins his ancestors in the spirit realm.

The widowed Prince of Minitz wept over the still form of Adalfriede, her body draped upon the sofa in their parlor. "She met the end she sought," he murmured, his voice thick with grief. "She came to me not as a Reinmaren, but she departed from me as one.. Will you take her Gelimar, Theoderic?" He pleaded hopelessly, as his hands maintained their hold on her lifeless digits.

KRIEGSMACHT ISSUED BY THE FÜRST VON MINITZ In the year of our Lord, 1994 SÖHNE UND TÖCHTER VON REINMAR, GATHER HEED, my brethren in Horen, and hear the words of a Chieftain among you, Leon of Reinmar. Listen well, Listen well, Gaspardlings of Ravenmire and of Grense, relatives in the Heartland and you, Lords of the Raev in the north, Adunic and Balianite lords in the South and East, Hirdmen warriors, the cloistered monks of the monastery, and the robed priests of the Church who clutch upon their rosaries in piety, and the High Priest who stewards the realm, for these are words of weight and import. Lo! The High Pontiff, keeper of the Canonist faith has declared war onto the wizard outlander of Hohkmat. His words, heavy as the iron of our swords, demand that we, the faithful and the true, rise against their sorcery. And so I, Leon of Reinmar, sworn protector of the mountains and the rivers, do hearken onto his call with a heart both heavy and fierce. Yet, with a heart heavy with both duty and contemplation, I address you, my kin. My grandfather, High Pontiff Caius I, did once extend a hand of peace to these magi. He saw within them a path to redemption, and we are the bloodline of that decision. We have honored their place among the land, guided by priestly wisdom and grace. Now, to reverse that stance and march against them feels as if we turn our backs on the legacy of our forebears. But duty binds us tighter than the fiercest legacy. Though honor binds me to heed the Pontiff's call, there lies within my soul that shadow of doubt and hesitation. The Hohkmati, whose paths my forebears once sought to heal, now face the wrath of our mighty host. Moreover, among the Pontiff’s decrees, we have seen the yielding of lands unto the Gaspardling, those who have been our adversaries for many a year. My father and his father before him did clash with these foes, and the blood of our tribes mingled upon the fields of strife. Now, I hold the sword of my ancestors, and am prepared to see if the Gaspardlings' valor is worthy of our gaze as we fight side to side, now as brothers in Man. In this, I shall not prevaricate. In the name of honor, I must look upon them with the eye of justice and see if their valor matches their renown. Thus, with a heart heavy and torn, I declare a Kriegsmacht – a summoning of spears for all tribesmen of Reinmar. Let the banners be unfurled and the call to arms be sounded. Let worthy men put on their warmasks and caps. Let the seax be forged into a sword. Let the scythe be made a spear. To the Hohkmati, know this: though my grandfather's favor once shielded you, my allegiance now lies with the Pontiff's call. We bear no quarrel beyond this decree, as our grandfather’s treaties and fair dealings remain etched in our history. Yet, our loyalty and duty compel us to rise and join this holy cause. May the Lord judge us all with fairness. Thus, my oath compels me to honor the sacred duty given unto me, even as I hold to the wisdom of forgiveness. We are bound by honor to heed the call of the Pontiff, for our loyalty to the Canonist Church and our shared blood of Horen demand it. To our allies, the kin of Haense under my cousin Marius and the steadfast folk of the north, heed this summons and join us in our march. In this age of strife, let us march as one, let our unity be our shield and our resolve be our blade. So let it be known, from the rising sun to the setting moon, that the tribes of Reinmar answer the call. We stand resolute, we stand as one, and we march with the fire of our ancestors burning bright within us. So let it be written, so let it be done. HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS, Leon Anton Barclay, GMSTSR, Prince in Reinmar and of Minitz, Count of Neu Brandthof, Viscount of Tucay, Baron of Hussen and Borienwald, Lord of Durres, Chieftain of the Reinmaren, Warden of the Franklands and Ferdenwald

As Leon wandered the palace halls, his thoughts turned inward. “He served my father, my grandfather, and my namesake before them. His old age was expected, yet I still grieve.” The rhythmic clack of his boots on the stone floors punctuated his reflection. “Am I destined to become the next Robert, a relic of the past, a hero. I can only hope I can be as he was. He taught me so much, especially after my father’s death.” The prince recalled the alchemy lessons Robert had imparted years ago. “I should not linger in the past. Robert always looked to the future, and so must I.” The man gave a resolute nod, then headed toward the sound of his grandson’s harp, intent on focusing on his legacy as Robert had.

[!] Below is an excerpt from the diary of Leon Barclay. The 11th of Horen’s Calling, 1992 THIS SAINT’S DAY PAST, I listened to my grandson play his harp. As I beheld him deftly stringing his strings and singing his song, I found myself reminiscing of a kinder era. Despite the circumstances of my ascension and coming into power, I look back upon my younger years with fondness. I took the mantle of chieftain and warchief as I led my principality towards righteousness, justice, and prosperity, and my warband to triumph against the Frankish onslaught. In those days, the Roach was my sole focus, and all my ambitions were bound to my campaign and struggle. This was before my son had come into the world. I was shackled only by my own burden, driven solely by a quest for my own vainglory. My hubris has never truly departed, even now, to the dismay of my brothers. My early days were ones marked with honor and glory. I fear those days have long since faded into time. I have grown venerable, and my Brandt and Frederica have surpassed me in wisdom and strength beyond what I could have ever dreamt. Verily, I am filled with pride for the legacy I have created. I pray my wife’s aspirations have been fulfilled, she has all that she once yearned for. She is a virtuous and amiable woman, and God has blessed me much. I am afraid I cannot offer her much more, she is Lawspeaker, Vandalore, and Princess! My grandson, young Erwin, is truly a high chieftain in the making! The lad possesses the bravery of a lion and the wits of an eagle. I have every faith that he will bring great honor to our tribe in times to come. I often find myself troubled by thoughts of my brother Alfred and my grandfather Caius. In my hours of sorrow, I bid Erwin to play his song, “Grandfather”, for solace. My brother Alfred, ever the rational and temperate man, was a steadfast complement to our shared crown. My grandfather, who raised me in the absence of my mother and the shadow of my father’s memory, was my mentor and guiding light. I am grateful to still have my wife by my side; she has been my steadfast supporter throughout our days. We shall surely need a stone of our own when we pass into the spirit realm!

SUMMONS TO COURT VORLADUNG AN HOF | SUMMONS TO COURT Issued by the Prince and Princess in Reinmar In the year of our Lord 1990 ÖHNE UND TÖCHTER VON REINMAR, IT HAS BEEN OVER TWO DECADES since the Chieftains of the Reinmaren have held court from their princely thrones. With the ascension of Frederica, daughter of Prince Alfred, we see it fit to once again convene in the halls of der Heidepalast under the watchful eyes of our ancestors and the almighty LORD Most High. Let it be known that we shall address the tension between the Gaspardlings of Middenland and the Godwinites of Aaun, and the good state of our banners shall be declared for all to heed. We shall hear vows of fealty from those noble chieftains and vassals who we know to be obedient to their schwurs and the blood tide of Theoderic and Gelimar. We shall elevate a Reinmaren to the position of der Seneschall, and confer the status of geehrte onto another. Additionally, a title shall be entrusted to our stewardship, a testament to the unwavering trust placed upon our shoulders. In the august presence of ourselves and the consorts of Reinmar, both tribesman and outlander alike shall be granted audience to proffer their petitions. THE CROWN HEREBY SUMMONS THE TRIBESPEOPLE His Grace, NIKOLAUS VON KANUNSBERG, Duke of Kanunsberg, and his noble pedigree. His Lordship, ROBERT VON LANGENKIRCH, Burgrave of Langenkirch and his noble pedigree. His Lordship, ROLAND VON WESENBURG, Baron of Wesenburg and his noble pedigree. Her Ladyship, ALICE VON BRANDTHOF, Baroness of Brandthof and her noble pedigree. His Excellency, ANSELM BARCLAY, Lord Bailiff of Reinmar. WILHELMINA BARCLAY. The Reinmaren Peoples. THE CROWN HEREBY INVITES THE WALDENIC DIET Her Highness, JOHANNA, Elector of Merryweather-Alstreim. His Grace, AUREL VON THEONUS, Elector of Vohenheim. The Honorable, FRIEDRICH VON AUGUSTEN, Elector of Hohengarten. His Lordship, LEUFROY VON REUSS, Elector of Velen. SIR DARIS VERETHI TERES, Syndicate Envoy to the Waldenic Diet. The Waldenian Peoples. WER RASTET, DER ROSTET HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS, LEON, Prince in Reinmar and of Minitz, Count of Neu Brandthof, Viscount of Tucay, Baron of Hussen and Boriënwald, Lord of Durres, High Chieftain of the Reinmaren, Warden of the Franklands and Ferdenwald HER ROYAL HIGHNESS, FREDERICA, Princess in Reinmar and of Sutica, Countess of Freimark and Kretzen, Baroness of Madvon and Freising, Lady of Sankt Johannsburg, Wilheburg, Erwinsburg, Freiburg and Rozenfeld, Chieftess of the Reinmaren

GELÜBDE AN TIBERIAS VOW TO TIBERIAS Issued by the Fürst von Minitz in the year of our Lord 1989 SÖHNE UND TÖCHTER VON REINMAR, GATHER HEED, my brethren in Horen, and hear the words of a Chieftain among you, Leon of Reinmar. Listen well, Gaspardlings of Ravenmire, and relatives in the Heartland and you, Lords of the Raev in the north, Adunic and Balianite lords in the South and East, Hirdmen warriors, and Tiberias of Middenland of most importance. Hearken my words and be still; Tiberias of Middenland, I call unto you from the high hills to your stronghold in the North. You, who have raised the spear and spoken with fire to your folk, swore an oath to bring down Charles, King of Aaun, and pledged before all men that you would see him delivered to the hands of the High Pontiff. For your flock and James Marcel, you have bound yourself in oath to the Holy Church taking shelter under their decrees for the fate of the King in Aaun, and proclaimed your assent in upholding the decrees which their hands would work. You thus did in your declaration, claim to seek justice. Justice, which was given unto you by my kinfolk, for was it not my grandfather, the merciful and Blessed Caius, who brought your people back into the fold, healing what was broken, making your bond with the Church strong once more, that you were not torn asunder, that your claims for justice were indeed trusted? You have named the crimes of this King, and for this cause, you have summoned a host of warriors, heathens, and allies alike, including the stout Dwarves of Urguan. With your spear lifted high, you swore that justice would be done, not only by the edge of your blade, but by the word of the bearers of the holy Laurel, by the judgement of the Priesthood. And so it has come to pass, that we too have seen with our own eyes the judgement of the High Pontiff upon that King this day, whose lands now by decree lie under the rule of the Mother Church. I am reminded of Gaspard, your forefather, and too the forefather of your cause. Though a foe to my father and his sire before him, he was a man of honor. He did not rush to battle without cause, nor did he stain his sword with the blood of the innocent. His blade was drawn only for the causes he deemed worthy. Now, seeing your missives, your declaration of war, and your pursuit of so-called justice, I ask you, Tiberias, are you of the same iron? Was your war truly waged to cast down a so-called tyrant in the name of the Holy Church, or do your eyes hunger for the land and the glory of conquest? For it is so that the lands of Aaun are now under the hand of the Vicar of God, the High Pontiff, to whom you swore your blade for the sake of justice. You spoke of deferring the judgement of the King to the High Pontiff, now Regent who has, by his word and will, brought down judgement without need of your sword. So I am the Chieftain over Reinmar, I say unto you, and let all lords under the heavens hear it: If you seek justice, as you have claimed, then your spear shall rest. But if your march continues despite this, then all shall see that your heart is blackened by the lust for land and power, and you will dishonor your slain brother, James Marcel, trodding over his corpse in vie for glory, land and power. For it is also true that you, alongside Bo of Ravenmire, have long decried the words of my brethren in the Church and in other lands who spoke against your war—those who damned it an Imperial conquest. And so it is that you have branded them as false prophets, stirrers of discord, theorists, and rabble-rousers. But behold, for if you should, by breaking your oath and despite all your words, still march upon the High Pontiff, then know this: I, Leon of Reinmar, and surely the other Princes of the Canondom shall rise, with sword and shield, in defence of the Holy Church. This oath I swear before all that is sacred. GOTT MIT UNS, HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS, Leon Anton Barclay GMSTSR, Prince in Reinmar and of Minitz, Count of Neu Brandthof, Viscount of Tucay, Baron of Hussen and Borienwald, Lord of Durres, High Chieftain of the Reinmaren, Warden of the Franklands and Ferdenwald

DER FÜRSTENRAT VON REINMAR THE PRINCELY COUNCIL OF REINMAR Issued by the Fürst von Minitz in the year of our Lord 1988 SÖHNE UND TÖCHTER VON REINMAR, The Reinmaren people have become scattered across history, spread to the winds as our people sought out new opportunities. Now, we find ourselves in a golden era of unification as the people of the Duchy of Reinmar and the Grand Principality of Minitz struck out into the hinterlands together to form the Principality of Reinmar. It is by the will of Fürst Leon, Prince in Reinmar, and the late Fürst Alfred, Prince in Reinmar, THE FÜRSTENRAT OF REINMAR’s documents be released. Let it be known that Reinmar has operated by these documents since 1968, the year in which our great Principality was founded within the hinterlands. Two branches shall compose the new Fürstenrat of our realm: THE HERRENHAUS: to act as the Princes’ most trusted council, to lead the realm through their duties and authorities THE LANDTAG: to act as the second council of the realm, composed of all Reinmaren tribesmen of Reinmar, who shall have say in the Moots of Reinmar and in its legislation. May GOTT light our path to a better future, and to our Fürstenrat’s prosperity and efficiency. GOTT MIT UNS THE PRINCELY HERRENHAUS As the most paramount council of the realm, the Herrenhaus is composed of the most trusted advisors in Princely matters. As the positions of tribal roots, the Lawspeaker and Feldmarshall of the Herrenhaus are elected from among the eligible tribesmen of the realm, whilst the rest of the positions are designated directly by the edict of the Princes. Each member of the Herrenhaus enjoys their respective duty and authority over their own domain, only bested by the Princes and the relevant due processes, and shall be bestowed the honorifics “His/Her Excellency”. Most members of the Herrenhaus shall hold their respective Ehrensache, or “Item of Honor”, a ceremonial item that shall symbolize the power and authority of the Herren of the Herrenhaus. They shall be obligated to both upkeep, protect, and display their Ehrensache during official events, thus representing their seat as members of the Princes’ Herrenhaus. Additionally, each office of the Herrenhaus shall uphold its own Heraldry, to represent the office as a whole, and be integrated into the Herren’s own Heraldry if applicable. Thus are the positions, duties and authorities of the Fürst’s Herrenhaus. THE PRINCES IN REINMAR The highest authority of the Fürstenrat, the Fürsten are the Lords of Reinmar. It is them who holds ownership of the land, oversees the prosperity of the realm, and has final say in all matters within Reinmar. The duties of the Fürsten extend to all of the domains of the Herrenhaus and beyond. It is the duty of the Fürsten to delegate and oversee the work and responsibilities of their Herren, to attend relevant Moots, to partake in the blooding of the new Reinmaren tribesmen of the realm, et cetera. The only time when the ultimate authority of the Fürsten falls short is in matters of the election and deposition of the tribal rooted positions of the Herrenhaus, namely that of the Feldmarshall and Lawspeaker. In such matters, the powers of the Fürsten are outlined as follows: They shall hold TWO votes in the elections of the Lawspeaker, and is able to nominate up to THREE Reinmaren Tribesmen for the position during elections. They shall enjoy the privilege to call for the re-election of the Feldmarshall once every five years, during which he holds a SINGLE vote in the election of this position alongside the rest of the Warriors of the Warband. They shall enjoy the privilege to call for the re-election of a Lawspeaker after the absence of the current one for more than five years. They shall enjoy the sole privilege to offer final approval for any addition or edict to the Kanun after a vote from the Landtag during a Moot. They shall enjoy the sole privilege to pass law without the voting from the Landtag. Such must be done with the joint approval of the Lawspeaker. The Ehrensache of the Fürsten shall be the DIE KRONE VON SUTICA (Common: The Crown of Sutica), and DIE KRONE VON MINITZ (Common: The Crown of Minitz), a testament of their authority as Prince of Sutica and Prince of Minitz respectively. THE CONSORTS OF REINMAR The Consorts are the spouses of the ruling Fürsten in Reinmar. Like the Fürsten, the duties of the Consorts extend to all of the domains of the Herrenhaus and beyond. It is their duty to preside over the Royal Court of Reinmar, attend every session of Moot and Royal Court where possible, and if requested by the Fürsten, don the traditional Reinmaren robes and serve as Dolchmeister during the Ritual of Blood. The rights and privileges of the Consorts of Reinmar in all matters of the Fürstenrat are as follows: They shall enjoy the privilege of sitting on the Herrenhaus as advisors to the ruling monarch and representatives of the Heather Court. The Consort has the right to host a session of Moot if the ruling monarch and the Lawspeaker are absent, or if the honour of presiding over Moot has been delegated to them. The Consort has the right to draft and propose edicts at Moot. The Consort shall don the ceremonial robes and serve as the Dolchmeister or Chanter during the Ritual of Blood if called upon by the Princes or Lawspeaker. The Ehrensache of the Consorts shall be Die Goldenen Broschen (Common: The Golden Brooches), a testament of trust granted by the Fürsten to the Consorts and the power they wield through them. THE ERSTKANZLER OF REINMAR Acting as the head of the Fürstenrat in totality, the Erstkanzler is the highest authority in matters of government, tasked with keeping each member of the Herrenhaus and Landtag steadfast in the completion of their duties. The Erstkanzler is to aid the Fürsten in matters of government, and act as their foremost advisor. So too shall the Erstkanzler supervise the occupation of positions within the Landtag and Herrenhaus in a timely manner, issuing and overseeing elections where needed. The Erstkanzler is unilaterally appointed by the Fürsten of Reinmar, and their powers and duties shall be as follows: He shall hold TWO votes in official matters of the Herrenhaus, correlating to his greater level of trusted judgment. He shall enjoy the privilege to issue Princely Edicts in the stead of the Fürsten, with their expressed permission. Should the Fürsten of Reinmar be in any way incapable or prevented from performing their duties, the Erstkanzler shall assume the position as Lord Regent in their stead. The Erstkanzler shall have the authority to recruit personal advisors for the purpose of assisting in government affairs. The Ehrensache of the Kanzler shall be Das Versilberte Abzeichen (Common: The Silvered Badge), a testament of his authority over matters of government and his power over men. THE FELDMARSCHALL OF ST. JOHANN Elected from the high ranking persons of Reinmar, the Feldmarshall of St. Johann is the highest authority within the military of Reinmar. They oversee the leading of the Host of St Johann as a whole, and to have a say on matters of militia and war within the Herrenhaus. Within the Host, the Feldmarshall’s say is final, and the promotions through the ranks are dictated by them. Similarly, they oversee the recruitment and training of not only Warriors, but the ranks of leadership. The list of those eligible to be nominated as the Feldmarshall include the following: The members of House Barclay of adult age. The Chieftains of the Tribes of Reinmar. The Peers of Reinmar. The Leutnants and Hauptmann of the Host of St. Johann. All Warriors of the Host of St. Johann, including the Princes and Lawspeaker, shall have equal vote during the election of the Feldmarshall. Thus are the powers of the Feldmarshall in matters of the election of the Lawspeaker: He shall hold TWO votes in Lawspeaker elections, but may not nominate people for the position. He shall hold the privilege to call for the re-election of a Lawspeaker after the absence of the current one for more than five years. The Ehrensache of the Feldmarshall shall be Der Speer von Theodrik (Common: The Spear of Theoderic), a testament of his authority over the Warriors of Reinmar and their Host. THE LAWSPEAKER OF THE KANUN Acting as the personification of the Grand Kanun of Reinmar, the Lawspeaker is the highest authority in matters of interpreting the Kanun and delivering its judgment, in such, their word is final, lest the matter is a pardoning by the Fürsten themselves, as outlined in the SECOND book of the Kanun. Aside from the Fürsten, they are the only authority that may call forth a Moot of Reinmar, where matters of law may be discussed and elected from the tribesmen of Reinmar. Whilst the Lawspeaker is not obligated to execute the punishments he delivers, for such is the primary authority of the Bailiff, they do hold power to do so. The Lawspeaker is elected from amongst all tribesmen of Reinmar, such are their powers in official tribal matters: He shall enjoy the privilege to nominate TWO individuals for the Lawspeaker elections after their own term, but he shall hold NO vote during such election. These nominations can change throughout the current Lawspeaker’s tenure. He shall hold a SINGLE vote in the election of the Feldmarshall. He shall enjoy the privilege to call for the re-election of a Feldmarshall after the absence of the current one for more than five years. The Ehrensache of the Lawspeaker shall be Der Große Kanun von Reinmar (Common: The Grand Kanun of Reinmar), a testament of his authority over matters of law and his role as the speaker of the Kanun. THE HERRENMEISTER OF SAINT TYLOS Acting as the Ritter-Kommandant of the Order of Saint Tylos the Stallion of Reinmar, the Herrenmeister shall be the second highest authority of the Order aside from the Fürsten, who shall always stand as its Grandmasters. The Herremeister shall look over the recruiting, training, and finally knighting of new squires, to delegate them to their respective Ritter. They shall be charged with the commanding of the Ritter forces in battle. The Herrenmeister of the Order shall be chosen directly by the Princes from amongst the Ritter of the realm, and shall be given stay within the Princes’ Castle, further acting as their primary bodyguard. The Ritter of Reinmar shall also act as its law enforcers, done so alongside the Bailiff, and pass down the judgment of the Kanun for the minor wrongdoings. The Herrenmeister shall thus also be given the authority to pass the judgment of the Kanun in the absence of the Bailiff, Lawspeaker, or Fürsten. The Ehrensache of the Herrenmeister shall be Das Schwert des Heiligen Tylos (Common: The Sword of Saint Tylos), a testament of his authority over the Ritter of Reimar, and a figure of honor and strength. THE BAILIFF OF REINMAR The role of the Bailiff of Reinmar is the main enforcer of the law. The Bailiff shall hold the power to command the Ritter of Saint Tylos, and with their help bring forth the judgements of the Lawspeaker. Furthermore, as scholars of the Kanun, the Bailiff is granted authority to interpret it, and, in the absence of the Lawspeaker or Princes, may pass down judgment. They shall have authority over their office, to recruit and delegate work to their Bailiffshands, thus ensuring the enforcement of laws and regulations related to property. The Ehrensache of the Herrenmeister shall be Der Goldene Streitkolben (Common: The Golden Mace), a testament of his authority over the law enforcement of the realm, a figure of justice and fairness. THE TREASURER OF REINMAR Operating alongside the Bailiff, the Treasurer acts as the head steward of Reinmar and serves the Fürstenrat in all matters related to wealth. They are expected to advise the Herrenhaus on matters related to property and finance. They are entrusted with the hiring and training of new stewards, and to assist the Bailiff with ensuring the regulations related to property. The Ehrensache of the Treasurer shall be Die Silberpfennig (Common: The Silver Coin), a testament of his authority over the property, commerce, and wealth of the realm. THE PRINCELY HERALD The Herald acts as a symbolic figure of Reinmar. Their main duty is to represent the Princes, and in extension all of Reinmar. They are the very personification of the Principality, and act as the most trusted carrier of the Princes’ word in both diplomatic and internal matters. As such, they are expected to hold themselves with utmost dignity, they do not bow or nod to any figure of lower rank than the Princes themselves. As the Princes’ attendant, they are expected to stand by their side, and, in cases of the Princes’ entrance, they are to blow their Princes’ Trumpet, announcing the Princes’ presence through declaration. As the acting voice of the Princes, the Herald’s work also lies on keeping the citizenry of Reinmar informed on important matters. They announce edicts, orders, and otherwise any important announcement presented by the Princes or their Herrenhaus. As such, it is under their office that both diplomats and town criers work, though none of them would be able to hold prestige close enough to that of the Herald themselves. Generally, the Herald is chosen by the Prince’s most trusted individuals and advisors, those who are able to uphold their manners and posture in a fashion that brings honor to Reinmar, the motherland that they represent. The Ehrensache of the Herrenmeister shall be Die Schwarze Trompete (Common: The Black Trumpet), a testament of his authority over diplomacy and his prestige as the personification of Reinmar. THE PRELATE OF THE CLERGY Chosen from amongst the most pious of the Reinmaren tribesmen, typically a clergyman, the Prelate is the representative of the clergy of Gelimar and the Principality. They are expected to guide and advise the Fürstenrat in all matters related to faith. Within the Moot the Prelate is expected to admonish the Landtag in the event of apostasy or decadence, and during trials is afforded the right to advise the Lawspeaker in issuing a righteous verdict. The Ehrensache of the Prelate shall be Gelimar’s Krummstab (Common: Gelimar’s Crozier), a testament of his place as a bridge between the Fürsten and clerics within the Fürstenrat. THE LANDTAG An integral part of the Fürstenrat, the Landtag is the main legislative body of the realm. Composed of all Reinmaren tribesmen, the members of the Landtag act as the second most important council of the Fürsten after the Herrenhaus. It is this body of the Fürstenrat that attends and votes during the processes of the Moots of Reinmar. The Moots themselves are held at least once every two years, led by either the Lawspeaker or Fürsten, and in cases of emergency other members of the Herrenhaus may act as its hosts. During such, amendments, removals or additions from the law of the Kanun are proposed from the appropriate positions within the Landtag, and thereafter voted by the entirety of the Seated. Furthermore, Moots can be held in cases of emergency or other important matters brought forth from the Lawspeaker or the Fürsten. All members of the Landtag shall be required to present themselves in front of the Moots adorning their traditional Reinmaren clothing or their armor. The most important element of this attire shall be the adorning of their appropriate Reinmaren caps depending on their Rank, so that they may showcase their standing. The following are the positions and ranks within the Landtag of Reinmar, alongside their duties and requirements: THE SEATED: The majority of the Landtag is composed of the tribesmen of Reinmar, who hold the title of the Sitzende, or “the Seated”. Those who wish to sit the elective seats of the Moot must: Be oathed as a Reinmaren tribesman of the realm. Be at least fourteen years of age. NOT be pending punishment from the Bailiff, or having been deemed an Excluded or a Joshqiptar. Those Sitzende who fall in this category shall be suspended from their seat until their punishment is delivered or completed. Whilst the Seated do not hold the authority to propose amendments to the Kanun like the Lawmen, they do hold ONE vote in all matters relating to elections and further voting of the proposed amendments to the Kanun. THE SCRIBES: Held by only one or two members of the Landtag the Schreiber, or “the Scribe” act as recordkeepers of the Moots. They stand near the Lawspeaker, and keep note of all the laws passed and the names of those tribesmen who have voted. This position is delegated directly from the Lawspeaker or Fürsten. THE BÜRGERMEISTER: The Bailiff of Kretzen shall hold an elevated seat within the Landtag, and act as a representative of the Burghers of the realm, shall hold an additional vote to his own in matters of law. THE LAWMEN: Yet another elected position within the Landtag, the Gesetzmann, or the Lawman is responsible and privileged to amendments to the Kanun, whilst still holding ONE single vote during voting for legislation. Any member of the Seated may nominate themselves for the position by announcing so to the Lawspeaker, and elections are held every four years to elect TWO Lawmen. At the beginning of the fourth year, the nominations for the next duo begin, and any amongst the Seated may run for such, and campaign for their position. The elections are then opened at the beginning of the fifth year, and those elected then join the next Moot as the new Lawmen, to begin proposing laws and edicts. THE CHIEFTAINS: Similarly to the Lawmen, the Chieftains of the Reinmaren tribes do enjoy the right to propose legislation to the Landtag, acting as the recognized patriarchs of their tribe - and fair house. They hold this power for as long as they remain Chieftains of their tribe. Unlike the Lawmen, the Chieftains may send representatives from their tribes to both hold the Chieftain’s vote alongside their own, and propose law similarly to the Chieftain. THE LAWSPEAKER: The Lawspeaker acts as the main host of the Moots and the coordinator of the Landtag. During Moots, they are able to propose their own laws and edicts, delegate work or ask for the Landtag to review the law of the Kanun, or bring forth problems for the Lawmen and Chieftains to work towards. During the Moots, the Lawspeaker also holds a single vote during elections or legislative votings. GOTT MIT UNS, HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS, Alfred Konstanz Barclay GMSTSR ROKSG, Prince in Reinmar and of Sutica, Duke of Reinmar, Count of Freimark and Kretzen, Baron of Madvon and Freising, Lord of Sankt Johannsburg, Freisburg, Wilheburg, Rozenfeld, Erwinsburg and Neuberg, High Chief of the Reinmaren HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS, Leon Anton Barclay GMSTSR, Prince in Reinmar and of Minitz, Count of Neu Brandthof, Viscount of Tucay, Baron of Hussen and Borienwald, Lord of Durres, Chieftain of the Reinmaren, Warden of the Franklands and Ferdenwald HER ROYAL HIGHNESS, Adalfriede of Hexenwald GMVOOBE, Princess-Consort of Minitz, Lawspeaker of Reinmar, Margravine of Vanderfell, Countess-Consort of Neu Brandthof, Viscountess-Consort of Tucay, Baroness-Consort of Boriënwald, Lady of Durres, Lady Vandalore HIS EXCELLENCY, Roland von Wesenburg, Erstkanzler of Reinmar, Baron of Wesenburg

Upon finding the body of his blood brother, co-ruler, and High Chieftain, Leon II wept sorrowfully. "We will burn you, with all you need, brother." The Prince swore as he wrapped his arms around Alfred's beloved lyre. "Our shared grandson shall be safe, and he will rule over what was once yours well." Once Alfred's body was deposited in the man's former bedchamber for safekeeping, Leon prayed alone within the chapel the two princely cousins had once prayed together in. "It is silent without you, Alfred, without your shouting or your playing." He lamented as he thought of their co-rulership and all the times that came with it.