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Name: Cyrris Tathvir Race: Snow Elf Age: 30 Gender: Male [[OOC]] Username: Liokv Discord: Liokv#8858 Timezone: CST

Emil Barclay can only stare at the letter addressed to his sister, recalling distant memories of his childhood. His gaze drifts to the window, to the Reinmar harbor, before he marches off with determination set upon his face.

HOMECOMING DEATH OF ODRIN BARUCH As the sun began to set for the day, a dark-haired man whistled a tune as he pushed a small, harvest-filled cart along a worn gravel path. He stopped once he’d trekked a certain distance, his own farmhouse now in view as he began to wrap up his work for the day. The man toed off his boots at the doorway, before closing it shut behind him. He extended a hand towards Pocket as he trudged through, the mangy tabby cat only offering the usual hiss and bat of its claws at him from its place upon the shelf. Unperturbed, the man continued on, up the staircase to his office where a scattered mess of papers rested upon his desk. He slipped into the chair, poring over a few documents, most stamped with the seals of either Haense or Elysium, as was his job. A painting at the corner of his eye caught his attention, however. His gaze drew to the large painting, its depiction of St. Heinrik’s Basilica nearly identical to the real sight. His gaze drifted then towards the initials at the corner of the painting, and the constant tapping of his foot suddenly ceased. E. H. Baruch, it read. All at once, the man’s three decades of memories and thoughts seemed to flood through his mind at the reminder of his family – Baruch, his uncle Ruslan, his siblings, his cousins, and all else who belonged to the house. In name, Odrin belonged to the house of Baruch, though his childhood, for the most part, did not belong to the halls of Lichestadt, or the farms of Lallybroch. It took place amongst the streets of Karosgrad, and after several years, in a lonely farmhouse just outside the city. His only connection to his family came in the form of his sister, Georgina, who’d relay familial dilemmas to him. Even then, he’d only offered meaningless advice and reassurances, then meandered back to his home every day– his family’s concerns were not his own, he believed. He was estranged from his family – he knew this as he reflected – but it hadn’t seemed that way to him as a child. It felt like freedom, then. Now, it bittered his memories, staining his mind with regret. Then, he recalls the families of his siblings. Both of them, Kaustantin and Georgina, had families of their own – children to carry on their legacies. Kaustantin rose to the position of Lord Palatine, and Georgina a duchess. His brother and sister had grown, and yet Odrin had always remained the same – forever holed up inside the farmhouse he’d owned since he was ten. For a long time, it was an existence he thought he’d accepted, been satisfied with, even. However, as he’d grown older, now reaching into the next act of his life, he realized he wasn’t at all satisfied. The silence of the room was broken by the clattering of a chair against the floor caused by Odrin’s abrupt rising. He only managed to pull on his coat and boots before marching out of his house into the night. His eyes shined with a new determination as he stepped onwards. He would close the great distance he’d created as a child and carried on as an adult, he declared to himself. Visiting Valwyck would be his first, miniscule step. With firm steps, he set on a path through the quiet streets of Karosgrad, then past the empty fields of Astfield. His eyes brightened as Valwyck came into view in the distance – standing as a white beacon amid the night sky – and his steps hurried. Family, home– he mused, a smile crossing his face as he looked upon the keep. At that moment, a rustling of foliage could be heard towards his right. Suddenly, a large bear came barreling out of the forest, its furious eyes set upon Odrin. The man’s eyes widened, and he scrambled for his sword, though his hands reached for nothing – he’d left it at home as a result of his rushed departure. As this thought flashed in his mind, the bear closed the distance, slamming a heavy paw into the unarmed man. Odrin endured a few more moments of the vicious attack, before the bear promptly ended his life with a final swipe. His last moments were spent viewing the place he’d never called home, and would never get to. Odrin Aleksandr Baruch 12th of the Deep Cold, 1822 — 16th of the Amber Cold, 1854

Monty Ridmon shares a drink with Fionn once he'd reach the Seven Skies, all the while pestering him with questions about the years he'd missed since his own death.

Emil would pen a short letter in reply: "Your Highness, I would like to lend a hand in searching for and locating your daughter. Through the grace of GOD, may she swiftly be found safe and sound. I volunteer to be placed in any party you wish. Signed, Emil Barclay"

After receiving the news, Odrin Baruch stared vacantly upon a painting hung on his wall, a gift from so long ago.

"..new sword? File a request with Barclay Waffen™ — a subsidiary of Barclay Bargains™ — for a custom commission, coz... As for my new sword.." Emil rose, then pacing off towards his room before swiftly returning to August with a gleaming Daemonsteel sword in hand.

Ilya recalls a distant memory of a jousting lesson between a young duke and an orphan all those years ago.

ENLISTMENT APPLICATION FOR THE 3RD ROYAL ARMY Full Name: Koen Grayeson Date of Birth: 1787 Place of Birth: Haense Address [N/A if none]: N/A Race: Human Gender: Male Bloodline [Commoner/Noble/Former Noble/Royal]: Commoner Reason for Enlisting: "To be of use, and to find a place for myself" [Username: ] zbqueen [Discord: ]