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Ser Reinhardt Barclay Capt_Chief26 Kingdom of Haense

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Ser Reinhardt Barclay smiles at his grandson, ruffling the young Reinmaren’s hair. “Ja Leon @GoodGuyMatt , this ist actually mein second time being on his majesty’s council. Ich was one his High Seneschal for 20 years.”

Ser Reinhardt Barclay, Knight Paramount of the Knightly Orders of Hanseti-Ruska, strode along the cobblestone streets of the Royal city of Karosgrad in his usual attire of full knightly battle plate. As he walked the symphony sounds and smells of the city washed over the middle age knight, he passed through the city square with a subtle smile on his face as he noticed a group of children playing. The youngest two were waving wooden swords at one another no doubt pretending to be soldiers or knights of this great Koengzem, and his thoughts drifted to his grandchildren. “This ist why ich fight” he thought to himself “so kinder like them can grow up to fulfill their dreams… to protect those who are unable to defend themselves” He kept on walking back to his family keep within the Duchy of Reinmar. OOC: Nice post, Matt!!

Ser Reinhardt Barclay hopes the best for the parties involved

Ser Reinhardt Barclay prays very hard that his cousin the Lord Marshal @Frymarkdoes not get shanked while trying to go on his pilgrimage to Oren. “Please Gott, let nein harm come to this man, one of your most faithful servants, even if he can be a pain the ass at times, PLEASE see to it that du guide him und his wife on their spiritual journey and protect them from those that would cause them harm, Amen” he then signs himself again and begins writing a letter to the pontiff

Ser Reinhardt Barclay signed himself saying a quick prayer of thanks to Gott for the Late Pontiff Tylos I veneration. He then left to congratulate his brother @Fionn__TWG on being made Bishop of Reinmar

Ser Reinhardt Barclay realizes this means he’s in charge for now “****… this means ich have to watch Konstanz now…”

Ser Reinhardt Barclay sighed “shame the man killed himself before submitting to the rule of justice”

Ser Reinhardt Barclay slumped back into his chair in the knight’s keep, the messenger had brought the Knight Paramount a letter address to him. When he had finished reading the work, he dropped the piece of parchment from his grasp. He Clenched his hands into fists, bringing them crashing down in the ancient Oaken surface of Knight’s Table. “…. Rest easy Lyn… Gott knows du earned dein rest. Ich… hope du give mein regards to those of our order who have passed on…” he signs the Lorraine and says a silent prayer for the passing of yet another one of his friends “ich am running out of fruends, before long the only one’s ich will the only one left…” he mutter to himself

@MissToniSer Reinhardt Barclay was startled by his daughter’s sudden appearance next to him. He looked around confused as to how she had snuck up on him, he concluded he was getting dull. He sighed then decided to answer her question “Oh hallo Erika, uh… nein du were nicht kicked in the head, but ich might have slipped on some ice when holding du when du were little. Dein mutter beat mein ass because of that, granted… she was in the right to do that. But ich think du have come far since then…” he brought her in for a hug and displaying a proud fatherly smile. “care to join mich on mein patrol?”

Ser Reinhardt Barclay tears up the copy of hearsay he had been given, tossing the shreds to the cobblestones and spitting on their remains “******* rag, nothing more than cheap gossip that seeks to divide the good people of Haense…” he muttered to himself as he continued his patrol of the city

Ser Reinhardt Barclay smiles the sun’s smile at finally hearing his adoptive son was getting married

Ser Reinhardt Barclay studies the newly passed law, he had already viewed his children as equal, judging them on their abilities to make absolute bank, and for that, he truly loved his children.

Ser Reinhardt Barclay shotguns a Reinmaren beer in celebration of the new Margraf of Vanderfell “Gute Scheiße Jungs”

Ser Reinhardt Barclay smiles at the young prince’s edict, it unlocked a core memory of his Cousin, the Late König Georg I the last King of Sutica. A tear rolled down his cheek as he whispered “we were kings”

“This could be ein interesting adventure for mein knights…” spoke Ser Reinhardt Barclay, Knight Paramount of Hanseti-Russia “Ich shall need to deploy ein contingent of them to scout out this issue, maybe the prospect of fortune und glory will convince them?” He then dabbed is quill in some ink and began writing up orders to the table.

Ser Reinhardt Barclay remembers the flustercuck that last session of duma was

Ser Reinhardt Barclay, the current President of the Barclay Bargains ™️ Company, smiles with pride at his two children and their ability to obtain that grain

Ser Reinhardt wear a big ole diamond in the clasp that holds up his cape

Ser Reinhardt Barclay hopes that the kitchens prepare one of his favorite dishes, stuffed duck breasts with a cranberry red wine Demi glass

Ser Reinhardt Barclay takes one last look at his office, a sad song plays in his head as he close another chapter in life and thus… begins another… “Well… he who rests, rusts…” he said with hint of melancholy in his voice

Ser Reinhardt Barclay hums the tune he heard his youngest daughter singing as he hammered away in the Forge in Reinmar

Ser Reinhardt Barclay shed a tear for the loss of the young Mondblume, he had shown much promise in his journey towards knighthood, he will prayed that young mans soul “Rest soundly Kleiner Mann, Ich hope du find peace in das seven skies with dein mutter und vater”

Ser Reinhardt Barclay gritted his teeth when word had reached him of the murders of Ser Erwin and his Squire Sigmar, the shock of the news stunning him to the point where the only response he could utter was “What….” He responded to the young Brotherhood initiate who’d informed him. He thought long and hard about the times he and Erwin had spent together, the time the young Bishop had saved his life and earned the right to become his squire. He remembered the glories they shared through their mentor and apprentice relationships, and fondly remembered the day he was finally christened as a full brother of the knightly orders of Hanseti-Ruska. The rage he began to feel boiling up in his core brought him out of his reminiscent state, until it boiled over and consumed the Meyster Knight. With a might heave, he toppled one of the heavy oak tables in his tavern, shattering the pint glass he had been drinking some fine beer out of. Through rage filled eyes he uttered one phrase to the young surprised soldier before him.. “zhey will die, brother…. Phillip und his Wretched Frau… their heretic followers… none will be spared the wrath of Gott.. he will judge them..” looks to the soldier now “ the mighty blade of Haense will remove their heads from their shoulders und send them to Gott for their final Judgment!…”