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Full Name of Man - Sir Peter Stroheim Date of Birth of Man - 1892 Full Name of Woman - Abrielle Date of Birth of Woman - 1898 Location of Ceremony - Temple Heiligen Johann und Vander Date of Ceremony (Year) - 1921 Name of Clergyman who performed ceremony - Father Theo

Wally von Reinmar readily tears open the mail addressed to his liege and quickly skims through its contents. He promptly delivers said letter to Duke Wilheim’s office.

Full Name of Man - Sir Ludolf Barclay Date of Birth of Man - 1888 Name of Woman - Julietta Varoche Date of Birth of Woman - 1892 Location of Ceremony - Minitz Date of Ceremony (Year) - 1916 Name of Clergyman who performed ceremony - Theodore Bishop Gelimar

Full Name of Man - Sir Irid von Minitz Date of Birth of Man - 1882 Name of Woman - Audrina von Theonus Date of Birth of Woman - 1883 Location of Ceremony - Reinmar Date of Ceremony (Year) - 1914 Name of Clergyman who performed ceremony - Theodore Bishop Gelimar

Full Name of Man - Myrios Sarran Date of Birth of Man - 1880 Name of Woman - Eloisee von Minitz Date of Birth of Woman - 1886 Location of Ceremony - Minitz, Tempel Heiligen Date of Ceremony (Year) - 1912 Name of Clergyman who performed ceremony - Father Theodore

would love to use this myself and see it used across the server

Full name: Theodore Lothar Barclay Summers’ old: 26 Clerical role: Priest Diocese of Service: Gelimar Minister of Ordination: Pontian IV Racial identification: [!] “Human, child of Horen” had been filled out on all admission forms [!] Sex: [Username: Liokv] [Discord: Liokv#8858]

Wally von Reinmar pens his name upon the sign-up sheet. Name: Wally von Reinmar Representing: House Barclay

OPEN THE CASEMENT, AND UP WITH THE SUN DEATH OF EMIL BARCLAY The boy read, “He who rests, rusts.” It was etched into the plaque above the entryway to the keep. The words had always been there, but it seemed the boy never put much thought to them. Now, though, he stood like a statue as he gazed upon the words, and a spark ignited within him for the first time. - The little soldier’s bright smile widened as he brandished a new wooden sword before his brother. In the boy’s eyes, it seemed to gleam under the light of the fire– shining just like a real sword. “Vater made this for me– for Tuvsmas, see?” The light of the fireplace reflected the proud shine within his eyes as he presented the sword. - The father gazed upon the baby with some sort of uncertainty as he laid resting in his cradle. “..Leon. Would you like that name, hm?” He then gathered the bundle into his arms, and the weight against his chest warmed the father to his core. - The squire grasped on tightly to his halberd as it breathed a blaze of bright flames into the darkening sky. “Behind me, son– stay behind me!” The squire gasped to the blonde boy beside him as the assault continued upon the large tendrils the isle had sent out to harm them. Yet even as the stream of flames eventually dwindled, the flames within the squire’s soul burned ever brighter. - The aged knight mumbled to himself as his attention remained fixed upon the tree’s foliage. He urged his horse onwards then, rounding the corner that blocked his vision from the figure sitting before the fire. “...Who dares?” A slouched, dark figure sat cross-legged before the tree’s base. . . . The struggle between the pair continued even as the leaves of the tree wavered from the wind, unbothered by the frenzied ongoings below its boughs. “...there is a place promised for you that acts as escape from me. But maybe I shouldn’t allow it.” A flame– ever-burning within the depths of his soul– ignited at that moment, and rage seemed to course through the aged knight as his intense attack upon the figure continued. The tip of his halberd caught upon the figure’s battered chestplate, tearing it free from his body. . . . Even as the aged knight’s eyes dimmed, the flames within them gleamed. Then, he finally slipped into darkness. Ser Emil Barclay 'The Guardian' 1834— 1901

At receiving the news, Emil Barclay sat down his work and lit up a cigar in celebration. He then continued his work in the cloning chambers, having already produced three Barclay clones at order of the Duke of Minitz this week! "Oh-- oops.." He let out as the cigar fell into the cloning vat he was working in.

EMIL BARCLAY, FATHER OF THE TO-BE HUSBAND, PREPARES FOR GRANDCHILDREN

Dim light flickers within an isolated room occupied only by the form of one Emil Barclay. He was still, silent-- reminiscing about past times so filled with joy.

Herman clutches tight to a flask of Carrion marked with the initials of K.B.

Herman races home to have his uncle Johann @Frymark pen an application for him! After years of begging, a loyal steed at last! Name: Herman B. Race: Human Do you promise to take good care of your new horse?: Yes. I will take dutiful care of the steed.

Persona Name - Emil Barclay IGN - Liokv Nation - Haense