Capt_Chief26

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!…”

Ser Reinhardt Barclay starts busting moves singing a funky fresh beats, singing the lyrics “Burn, Baby, Burrnnn!”

Ser Reinhardt Barclay smiles at the Campaign post, he was glad that a common man was pulling himself up by the bootstraps to claim his piece of the Haeseni Dream “He’s got mein vote” he said

Ser Reinhardt pats the head of one of his Waldenian Shepherds, as he read the missive, praising Bruno for being such a good dog

Ser Reinhardt Barclay hopes the couple learns to get along and have a happy union, and also agree with his Cousin Friar Viktor @Borin he hopes the kids aren’t ******* ginger either

Ser Reinhardt Barclay is happy his daughter is pursuing a career she enjoys

Bid: 200 skin: Barclay Bargain Discord: Capt_Chief26#4125

Ser Reinhardt Barclay lifted the visor of his helmet as he surveyed the carnage of the battlefield, he let out a slow exhale, catching his breath “ich live to fight another day, ich guess…” he shrugged, kicking some charred imperial helmet aside from his path. “At least the city ist safe, und those bastards didn’t breach the walls..” he huffed still trying to get more air in his lungs after being stuffed inside the claustrophobic space of his battle plate. He turned his attention to the walls to see his Majesty, Sigismund III standing there taking in their victory. The knight wondered what the Koeng was thinking.. “Krusae Zwy Koengzem..” he muttered to himself amongst the sea of his cheering battle brothers

MC Name - Capt26 Discord - Capt_Chief26#4125 I, Ser Reinhardt Barclay pledge my weapon of craft to be used within the tournament of Almaris. I represent the Koengzem of Haense. My blood is sworn to that of House Barclay and my weapon shall represent as such. I will not issue any punishment or harm to Sir Reginald Persepolis Montgomery the Fourth if such an incident arises at the tournament. I bequeath my tournament weapon to be under his jurisdiction if dismantled or broken during the processions. If any bodily harm comes to my form, or happens in response to my weapon. I shall ignore such incidents and allow for this tournament to continue. I shall promise to not use the devious acts of the arcane to influence my weapon or the tournament myself, for doing so shall have myself removed from the contest or recycled into different bodily fluids. Signed, His Excellency, Ser Reinhardt Barclay

Ser Reinhardt Barclay thought in the deeds done today, as he rode back North to his homeland, he wondered what his cousin Catherine had any regrets in her final moments of life… maybe she sought forgiveness? Sorrow? Maybe she regretted betraying her son in her final moments of this mortal plane, eh… it did not matter that was discussion between her Gott who might forgive her.

Ser Reinhardt Barclay helped his uncle set up the display of daggers, smiling with pride knowing he was doing Gott’s work to protect the Lord’s flock

Ser Reinhardt Barclay signed himself praying fro the Pontiff’s passing into the seven skies

Ser Reinhardt Barclay sharpens his hunting spear and checks his hunting bow, readying himself for a friendly competition

Ser Reinhardt Barclay notices his great nephew, the young baron staring at his maimed hand, he frowns, understanding the feeling of being maimed in battle, he sighed only to speak up to the boy “chin up, Konstanz @Fionn__TWG du are ein Barclay, du come from ein long line of strong Reinmarens who know how to soak up ein hit or two. Come on, Ich will get du ein real sword for dein name day, how about that?” he said, trying to cheer him up. He turned to look at the Former Lord Palatine, offering him a nod of respect

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Ser Reinhardt Barclay wonders if Harbinger is one of pieces produced by his friend and former Knight, Ser Zodd Calliban

Ser Reinhardt Barclay wipes away a tear from his cheek as he read the invitation “He grew up so fast, Ich can remember the day he was born, ich guess time really does fly..”

Ser Reinhardt Barclay smiles at his squires gusto for dispatching the heretic, he ponders on how he would make a virtuous knight in the years to come

Ser Reinhardt Barclay wonders if he should dust off his old detective’s badge

Ser Reinhardt Barclay heard their conversation as he walked passed, not even stopping only saying “du two both would get on mein shit list, do nicht beat the damn kinders @CopOwl@1_Language_1, got ist?!”

Ser Reinhardt Barclay smiles after seeing the flier, immediately thinking of a few candidates that would make great fits for the expedition, he took note of the information and set off to show the possible recruits