Capt_Chief26

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Reinhardt Barclay finishes reading the rag, crumpling it up after the ill comments were made toward he and his brother. “whoever writes this garbage does nicht know what they are talking about. Mein bruders und ich are quite smart, well Ludvig und Ich are at least.” he said thinking on insults to his family, but smiling slightly that the author had liked him slightly better.

Reinhardt Barclay thinks Adalia was an alright announcer, he was more annoyed that they thought he had no ambitions.

William Carolus has no idea what the hell is going on back in the civilized world, he was too busy getting ambushed by trolls upon landing in Attenlund. His one thought going through his head was “Oh Godan, Oh F—k, Godan why are there trolls in the trees!?!?” he said as he sliced through the ACL of a swamp troll with his Longsword. Reinhardt Barclay practiced reading this poster, thinking “hmm I hope Onkle Alfred is safe in the Attenlund, ich want to give him back this cross he told ich to hold on to tul he got back” would started getting annoyed by his mildly angry twin, Klaus @FionnTWG

William Carolus would cough up some blood as a result of the definite black lung he contracted while mining all that coal for the forges. “ I hope they appreciate this” he said panting before returning to mine some coal.

William Carolus would roll his eyes after reading the letter, he thought of it as no more than a divisive rag that would weaken the bonds of fellow countrymen, exposing us to possible attacks from our enemies. Questioning the actions of the Marshal would not make the war with the trolls cease, the brave men and women must have faith in their Commander, we must stand as one body, one mind, and one nation against forces that would seek to spill the blood of us, families and friends. Godan help the HRA and guide it to victory, bless those who serve in it, bless and guide those who command its mighty bulwark, Amen. Reinhardt Barclay read over the newsletter, not sure really what some of these words meant for they were much to big for him to understand yet... what did understand was that this paper had complimented his friend, Petra. Which was nice he thought, although he didn’t like it speaking poorly of his Onkle Friedrich, he was very stressed out fighting the mean trolls. The 6yr old sighed and went back to practicing his swordsmanship in the courtyard of Reinmar.

Full Name: Reinhardt Barclay Age: 6 Participating in the Hunt?: Yes I guess IGN: Capt_Chief26

William Carolus had heard for Ser Brandt’s end from Fionn upon his return home, William was devoid of breath, feeling like the wind had been knocked out of him. He felt the tears run down his face, he thought of how he had his last conversation with Ser Brandt earlier that saints day, and he remembered that he never actually got a chance to say goodbye. He remembered how Brandt and Jackson had been like father figures to him when he first joined the army in his 15th year. He thought back to how he had gone to Brandt for polearm training, teaching him in the ways being a proper soldier during his time as an initiate. He smiled at these memories before going to his liquor cabinet and pulling out one of his finest bottle of Carrion Black he had bought from Brandt. William grabbed two glasses, followed by popping the cork off and pouring out some of the contents off his balcony in respect of the legendary man. He poured Fionn and himself each a glass of Carrion and Toasting the man. “May you finally rest, Ser. Godan knows you earned it” he said as he finished off his drink before going to pray for the Knight and the Barclays in their time of grief.

Crusade?

*William Carolus hears Fionn crying from in the basement, goes to find out what’s wrong and learns of Rabbit’s death. He remembers meeting the kid, feeling sad about the loss. He tears up goes and swipes a bottle of Fionn’s scotch from the cupboard, and downs the bottle in grief. Before beginning the bottle, he pours one out for Rabbit.*

IGN: Capt_Chief26 Character Name: William Carolus Age: 26 Place of Residence / Street Address: koenas striet II Position: (Alderman or Maer) Alderman William would think to himself “why not run for duma, been putting that off for a couple years now, worst that could happen is I lose, not like I’d lose my job in medicine” he shrugged to himself and signed his name on the list

Haense Manz 60

Haense manz 20

“Wow....” - William Carolus