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Erwin Barclay paced around the palatial grounds with intense nervousness, he couldn't help but pick at his sleeves like he did in his younger days. "I must press on, for the good of Reinmar.."

THE REINMAREN FISHING CONTEST DER REINMAREN ANGELETTKAMPF | THE REINMAREN FISHING CONTEST Issued by the Baron of Sigradz In the year of our Lord 1999 ÖHNE UND TÖCHTER VON REINMAR, THE TRIBESPEOPLE HAVE LONG SINCE FISHED the rivers of Reinmar just the same as we have plowed the fields and hunted the Ferdenwald. It is a practice and tradition with a long history within the tribe, and so the Baron of Sigradz invites the tribespeople and those interested to partake in a fishing contest. A feast shall be held afterward with the day's catches for guests to enjoy. Whomever catches the most fish shall be named the winner and awarded a sum of a hundred mina and a trophy made from a fish of their choice, with second place receiving fifty, and third receiving twenty-five. WER RASTET, DER ROSTET HIS LORDSHIP, ERWIN BARCLAY, Baron of Sigradz

"We stand as one!" cried the High Chieftain's grandson as he finished reading the important missive.

Erwin Barclay cracks a smile as he learns that a new cousin of his was born.

Erwin Barclay, the young Prince's cousin, prepared for the mischief that he and the young Barbanov would raise.

Erwin Barclay grieved the loss of the first Erstkanzler of Reinmar; despite not knowing the man for long, he had a heavy admiration for him and his long service to the tribe.

Erwin Barclay smiled as he read the missive and made a vow to be as eloquent as his princely grandfather.

Erwin Barclay, the claimed sum of both chieftains wept as he plucked the heavy strings of his oaken harp, creating a sorrow melody he'd soon title, "Grandfather".

THE ABDICATION OF VELEN Issued by the Margrave of Velen, Count of Cantal, Viscount of the Aschenwald, etc ANNO DOMINI 1986 It has been fifty one years since the passing of my mother and my inheritance that soon followed. I have worked diligently to ensure that Velen and the Aschenwald prosper, but I have grown old and cannot work as I used to. It is time I step down from my position as Margrave and pass it unto one more capable than I. I believe that my son and heir, Leufroy Otto, the Count of Revedin, is more than ready to inherit the mantle of Margrave of Velen and lead the House of Reuss. Once this missive is published, my son shall hold all my titles. Let this publication be known as the official announcement of my abdication. His Lordship, Siegmund I RKTVOOBE ROKSG, Margrave of Velen, Count of Cantal, Viscount of the Aschenwald, Baron Mons Velena, Alsace, and the Arentania, Lord of Kostritz, Patriarch of the House von Reuss, Elector of Velen, Protector of the Aschenwald peoples.

Nikolaus von Kanunsberg let out thunderous applause as the new Grand Kanun made his way, "Brilliant! Excellent work as always, Sir Robert-Gregor"

Nikolaus read the Apostolic Decree with great interest and thereafter prayed for his grandfather, the Vicar of God and then the souls of all the faithful swept up by any eastern conflict.

A young scholar began a deep investigation into the lineage of John of Aaun and Manfred Barclay, searching for any correlation between the two men.

Nikolaus let out a hearty cackle, "Verily, High Chieftain, more than likely they are darkspawn themselves, agents of the deceiver. This is why they hate the Priesthood of Owyn."

Nikolaus von Kanunsberg's face contorted into a big ugly smile, he was truly proud of his friend and his achievement.

Siegmund von Reuss, ran a hand through his gray matted hair, "Wipe that look off your face and help me prepare." The man, who neared his own senile years, grumbled.

Nikolaus von Kanunsberg, the newly proclaimed Duke let out a heavy exhale - "Now the burden passes to me, I pray that Theodemar becomes ready soon.."

Nikolaus von Kanunsberg signed the Lorraine over himself, before uttering a prayer, in the hopes that no Reinmaren would turn out to be like Stein ever again.

The newly appointed Regent's son and heir, Guy de Lewes, uttered a single word as he bore witness to his father's writings and correspondence with other lords, "Ratio."

NIKOLAUS THE THEODERIKIN PREPARES TO DESTROY FATHER GREGOR IN THE FIELD OF BATTLE!

Guy Olivier contemplated for a moment before remarking, "I shall see if I have time go."

"SAD GRANDMA DIES, NOBODY MOURNS!!" - The Town Crier of Kretzen shouts

Nikolaus quickly scribbled an illustration of Reinmar's beloved princes before getting back to sharpening his rondel dagger.

Nikolaus prepared the Prince's vestments and ceremonial dagger with a loud grumble.