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Caszmich received a copy of the declaration in the midst of his own letter runs. For once, the man seemed to pause, reading it as the aviary processed his own outgoing news. "A good show from the Raevir houses of renown. It would seem Justinyn's vision has come to fruition." He would place the letter neatly into his pocket, before continuing on about his day.

The Theodosian Society or The Friends of St Bogdan Association INTRODUCTION The Theodosian Society, otherwise known as the Friends of St Bogdan Association, is an organisation set up to preserve, gather, and create a wealth of knowledge for the peoples of the Empire, and in particular the Raevir peoples. As time has passed and wars come and gone, the great libraries of the past, such as those within The Silver State of Haelun’or and The Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska, have been scattered to the winds with no great state or family aimed towards preservation. Our society hopes to rectify this change. As our patron, St Theodosius, is the champion of messengers, we shall aim to be messengers to the past and future for Raevir. It is through this hope that we shall give further glory and wisdom to the Empire at large as we participate in the great Imperial Project for all to benefit. Whilst our society is named after St Theodosius and remains primarily a society for the writings of the Raevir, we do not aim to limit ourselves narrowly. We hope to sponsor writers on a range of topics for the interwoven tapestry of the History of Man. We similarly wish to aim to copy, transcribe, and republish endangered books of importance and note. CHIEF AIMS OF THE SOCIETY Within the Theodosian society, our chief aim is the pursuit of knowledge. We wish to cultivate and support a renaissance of writing across multiple disciplines of importance to our people, such as history, theology, philosophy, and political thought. We further wish to be a group of mutual support for one another in our writings, whether within research, prose, composition, and refinement of works before they enter print. Finally, we wish the copying, transcribing, and republishing of works of excellence for the modern reader, for many traditions of the Raevir lay within oral traditions and those passed down from tribesmen that must be recorded and passed down to future generations. INVITEES As we establish our society, we cordially invite the following to attend a meeting to discuss scholarship, writings, and efforts that may be further made to better our people: Lord Franz Galahar, Baron of Ghaestenwald, Justinyn var Ruthern, Patriarch of House Ruthern, Demetrius Barrow, Famed Writer of the Winter Crows Series Arrolt the Orphan, Famed writer of the History of the Interregnum of the Empire, To all learned men of the Past and Elders willing, To all singers, bards, or skalds of the Raevir, Penned, Cazsmich Irvanko Chairman of the Theodosian Society Ailred Ruthern Member of the Theodosian Society

Username: Fionn__TWG Character Name: Cazsmich Irvanko Affiliation: Empire of Man Desired Rank: Vanguard Which games will you be attending?: The Battle of Eldmyr

A young Raevir lad would ride slowly into the capital, his body and soul weary from trying to- and failing - to find a suitable abode for someone of his ilk. Cazsmich rubbed his eyes as he approached the closest tavern, before the bartender, noticing his accent, gave him word of the call. Over a glass of ale, he would write a pen to the Ruthern house, and sent it off before retiring to his room for the night. He’d struggle to find sleep that night, as though he found renewed vigour at the bar.

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NIKOLAS KOVACHEV FOR BURGESS To the residents of Tarnavon, Under the guidance of His Grace, we find ourselves as a leading hub under the vast Empire’s tutelage. The village of Tarnavon has provided each and every one of us a community and life worth defending and honouring. We stand as a contrast to the heavily urbanised centers of Imperial settlement down south, as a people who have embraced the new continent’s wild rather than tamed it. We have grown our own identity, one that each of us can stand proud to be part of. As such, I, Nikolas Kovachev, announce my running for Burgess of this admirable community. I believe that a Burgess should stand as a figure for all to look to, regardless of background or profession. As such, I have laid out three key promises to benefit an array of people within our diligent society; MILITARY WAGES From my first day within this town, I have served dutifully under His Grace’s Greyguard. I have fought firsthand alongside my brothers in arms, and risked life and limb, and yet I see no relief for those who would lay their life down for our Haven in the Woods. As Burgess, I swear to push for an official payment system to be granted upon our diligent soldiers, so that they may receive adequate compensation for military service rendered. TARNAVON TRADE, EXPANDED From our landing upon Azuras, our beautiful village of Tarnavon has prospered, swelling in size with the arrival of diligent men and women of all walks of life. With this, trade has flourished, however the sale of smaller-scale domestic produce is limited to within our own village limits. As Burgess, I will work diligently to ensure avenues of trade open up for our artisan producers across the Empire and beyond, to ensure they may expand their business without fear of financial pressures relating to such. THE PEOPLE’S VOICE The people of Tarnavon are Tarnavon in its entirety. Our respectable society would be nothing without those who inhabit it, and as such, it should not be merely the interests of those appointed that get portrayed as the whole story. As Burgess, my eyes and ears will be open for any petitions signed by a number of our dutiful residents, or pressing matters presented verbally by any of our own, to present towards the Alderhall on behalf of those concerned. My standing for election stems not from desire for influence or power, but from pride. Pride for a people that has endured much in the past Saint’s Year, yet still stands. A people that are continuously resented for our unwavering devotion to the Exalted, yet still hold faith, and extend welcome arms to others under constant scrutiny. I believe that this history of persistence is what makes our community what it is, and I promise that should the people of Tarnavon elect me as the next Burgess, I shall uphold these values our community holds dear to our hearts with all of my energy. BE PICKY, CHOOSE NIKKY! Nikolas Kovachev

Name: Nikolas Kovachev Age: 29 Residence: Highland Circle VI Are you Canonist that believes in the Exalted: Yes

Legal Name: Nikolas Siegmund Kovachev Age: 27 Residence in Tarnavon: Highland Circle VI I cast my vote in favour of: William Valdevar

Whilst reading the conditions of peace agreed upon by his great-great-grandson, Wilheim Barclay would forget to look where he was going, losing his footing and subsequently tripping down the largest flight of stairs within the familial keep. In his panic, he'd grab one of the servants who had the misfortune of crossing his path, sending both of their souls to wherever God deemed fit.

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"Thank ******* GOTT." a decrepit Wilheim Barclay muttered to himself as he realised this would not be another union of two Barclays.

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Wilheim Barclay felt most conflicted as he read the announcement of peace. On the one hand, it was clear to all at the meeting Ravenmire cared for naught but Aaun's entire destruction, despite their original demands, but on the other hand, he had noticed something most pleasing to him... "Ein most fitting compromise." he concluded.

"Seems something has escaped mein mind, what did those Raven men want war for again?" pondered the aged Wilheim Barclay as he spent the majority of the night staring at the relevant missive from the eastern bunch of warmongers. It wasn't until his personal servant returned to him the following morning that anyone noticed the paper in his hands, now ruined by the former Prince's excessive drool causing the ink to run down the supposed justifications. "Ich suppose we'll never know." He concluded.

"No signature from the most pious state of Hyspia?" Wilheim Barclay questioned to himself as he read the Protocol displayed before him. "What did the Canonist Princes truly mean by this..."

"He did what Ich did nicht have the heart to." Wilheim thought to himself as he looked out of his window, spotting green and blue amidst the walls rather than the black and yellow he had grown with. "He shall surely prosper in the Seven Skies as he had down here."

In a corner of Kretzen, Wilheim Barclay would get to work chronicling the fallen of the Haeseni portion of House Barclay not yet nominated. ✠ Saint Nicolas of New Reza - "The Martyr" ✠ Holy Knight, Equestor-Imperator and Praefector Castrorum of the Supreme Order of Exalted Owyn, Secretariat to His Holiness, Pontifical Delegate to Humanity ✠ Saint Henrik's Basilica, 1806 ✠ Killed defending the clergy during the Red Diet of Karosgrad ✠ Died 1806 ✠ Ser Brandt Barclay - "The Patient" ✠ Knight of the Order of the Crow, Meyster Knight of the Order of the Crow, Lord Treasurer of Hanseti-Ruska ✠ Raid of Reinmar, 1815 ✠ Launched skyward by a Rimetroll before crashing through the roof of Wilheburg. ✠ Died 1815 ✠ V. Dame Marie Vyronov (née Barclay) - "The Unyielding" ✠ Baroness-consort of Astfield, Knight of the Order of the Crow ✠ Attenlund, 1826 ✠ Surrounded by Nachezers while covering a retreat of her fellow soldiers. ✠ Died 1826 ✠ Ser Cedric Barclay - "The Kind" ✠ Knight Paramount, Marian Knight ✠ Krusev, 1831 ✠ Stabbed in the neck during a battle between Haeseni Knights and Jigsaw Knights ✠ Died 1831 ✠ Ser Konstanz Barclay - "The Dauntless" ✠ Baron of Sigraz, Knight of the Order of the Crow (posthumous), Member of the Order of the Black Sepulchre (posthumous) ✠ Hills of the Heartlands, 1872 ✠ Dropped to his death by a sizable Crowdrake during his Knight's Quest ✠ Died 1872 ✠ Saint Johann of Reinmar - "The Gatekeeper" ✠ Prince of Sutica and Duke of Reinmar, Lord Marshal of Hanseti-Ruska, Knight of the Order of Maya and the Lily ✠ Duchy of Reinmar, 1875 ✠ Killed by bandits shortly after his resignation and abdication of all offices ✠ Died 1875 ✠ Ser Emil Barclay - "The Guardian" ✠ Knight of the Order of the Crow ✠ Hanseti-Ruska, 1901(?) ✠ Found dead under a tree with battle wounds ✠ Died 1901(?) ✠ Princess Johanna Barclay - "The Maus" ✠ Princess of Sutica and Duchess of Reinmar, Lady Palatine of Hansti-Ruska ✠ Inferi Siege of Karosgrad, 1901 ✠ Died following the collapse of the watchtower she was stationed within ✠ Died 1901

An aging Raevir Prince looked upon the contract as he contemplated... Perhaps he'd be signing his death, though why would it matter? Who in his realm would truly mourn his death if he fell? Two Kings had passed within his family, and two reigns he had squandered, reclusively dwelling within his family's abode rather than workingto better it, or at least protect it. As weary as he was for that which lay ahead, he knew he must. He could not be known as a Crow who took from the Kingdom rather than gave to it. And so his hand glided across the parchment. Robert Sigmund Barbanov-Bihar

The Prince of Sutica's slumber was quickly interrupted by his semi-senile grandfather Wilheim ramming through his chamber door, who seemed to gain a sudden burst of energy in his elderly age. "GET UP!! GET UP NOWWW!!!!" cried the behemoth of a Reinmaren, whose old age and decrease in physical activity served to add a slight bulk to his frame. "War is coming, my grandchild! GOTT has shown me within our great church! Ich have seen the horrors set to befall this land if du continue in ihr sloth! Come now, we must train the Host to prevent such despair reaching our gates!"His zeal for such a noble action was momentarily halted as he gazed upon the destruction he had caused to the entryway of the Sutican chambers. "We shall have to reinforce the doors in this place as well!" he began, swiftly moving down the hall as he continued his rant."It is imperative that the great House of Barclay continue on, for we are GOTT's chosen! We are the spear in his hand, and this keep shall be the shield in his other! Come now, gutt Alfred, for we cannot expect our men to continue in their diligence if we do not! Ich mean, sure, Ich have grown slightly pudgy in mein age, but Ich have earned it through mein own service, und now, my boy, du must earn ihr own right to grow fat! Besides, du're unmarried, und nein woman wants ein lardfest awaiting her down the aisle. Ich shall have our court search for ein suitable match! Do nicht fight it, du maidenless tart!" Unbeknownst to the former Patriarch of the house, his 'vision' was merely a trick of the light from behind the stained-glass windows of the church as the sun had once again risen upon Aevos.

Admins dropped the ball for the non-guns argument the moment cannons were allowed. The introduction of gunpowder-based weapons in any shape or form is far too close to muskets or matchlocks for people to not want to see them be implemented, not to mention the fact they were quite literally the real-life counter to plate's prevalence in combat. Realistically the only way to properly implement a ranged counter to plate is the introduction of early stage matchlocks that were more powerful than bows and crossbows, but in turn has its own glaring drawbacks. Bows and crossbows have ultimately lost its prevalence because the other two combat "classes" - melee and mages - were allowed to evolve within the rules of the server (plate armour became more and more common as time went by, and so many forms of magic exist now that it can be utilised in combat in a variety of ways), meanwhile the ranged "class" has been stuck with the same tools it's had since likely the beginning of the server, and has been outpaced by the other forms of combat. The problem isn't the mechanical application of the tools players have access to in terms of ranged combat, it's the tools themselves.

Wilheim's bed had found itself an uneasy coldness after his beloved wife had passed on, as had his armour that she had so often aided in placing on his figure. His late nights, once filled with conversations of nothing in particular with her, were now spent in front of the parchment of his study, ancient texts translatable by few in the court. But they would be wasted on him, for it was not their words that drew his attention but rather the inscriptions of the collection of jewelry he had been blessed with by Josefina over their long marriage, which perpetually repeated within his head. Perhaps he was lucky, though, that his heartbreak had arrived so late. Perhaps his time would soon come for soul and vessel to separate. But for now, he simply waited for that release. One day closer at a time.

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"Absolute shitshow of ein Kingdom." Wilheim Barclay huffed to himself as he read the missive. "Been like that since the Adrians rebelled. To try and veer a priest off of his virtuous path to rule such a pitiful backwater; they should be ashamed of themselves. That throne should be done away with entirely, let those under it forge their own paths without such a disgrace above them. GOTT help John, being caught up in this mess."