Fionn__TWG

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.

IGN: Fionn__TWG

RP name: Wilheim Barclay

Persona ID: 69429

"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."

34 minutes ago, Gandhi said:

Alfred Barclay holds up a wooden sword, ready to defeat those who attack his kin.

Wilheim Barclay, upon seeing a shadow of his grandson holding his wooden sword through an archway of Saint Johannsburg, immediately charged what he assumed to be the figure of a thief or kidnapper. "Halt, du vile miscreant!" Without much though, he rammed right into the small boy, unaware of what he had done until he had heard the small lad's wails. Ever fearful of the wrath of his wife or daughter-in-law's maternal instincts, Wilheim leaned towards his grandson, picking him up onto his feet and whispering to him. "Tell nicht ein soul what events happened here, und I'll get du some sweets in the morning." He then quickly crept away from the scene, though the loud footsteps of his burly figure made it abundantly clear to any residents of the keep who exactly was making them.

Robert Sigmund frowned as he read the theme, unsure if what he usually wore was good enough by default, though he made sure he'd be able to attend!

Robert Sigmund, upon having the missive read out to him, would smile at the opportunity yo learn such a subject. Shortly after the Court Astrologer would receive a letter, though it was clearly written by someone other than the Prince, someone who had smartened the boy's words up;

INTRODUCTORY LETTER TO THE LADY ASTRONOMER:

"Fair day to you, Your Highness. I write to you by way of my most leal servant, to make known my interest in the study of the stars above. It is through my years of witnessing my father, the King Aleksandr's passion for the subject unfold that his love for such a subject has passed on to one of his own. It is my own hope that you shall accept me to be your ward, so that I may learn from you all that the night sky has offered, and shall offer in the time to come, for it is most certain that much like He has given us this Earth to feed our bodies, GODAN has given us the cosmos to feed our minds.

I await your response with a great, expanding interest.

Signed,

His Royal Highness, Robert Sigmund Barbanov-Bihar, Duke of Kreden"

The last line would noticeably be a lot more messy than the rest of the letter. As he attempted to read the work, Robert gave a nod of approval. The fact he couldn't read half of the words showed that his servant had indeed served well on this day.

Wilheim Barclay can NOT believe this; of course something interesting happens as soon as he steps down.

22 hours ago, Mio said:

ALEKSANDR II WASTED NO TIME IN TRAINING HIS SON THE WAY OF THE SWORD. THE DAY AFTER HIS BIRTH, THE DUKE OF KREDEN WOULD TAKE UP STEEL TO PROVE HIMSELF A MAN UNDER THE WATCHFUL EYES OF GODANISTAN ON HIGH.

The Duke of Kreden, being an infant, simply stared at the steel before beginning to wail loudly. All this hard training had made him sleepy.

23 minutes ago, giambro said:

"Honestly, this is a weird take. After all my family has accomplished and sacrificed  for this Kongzem? This weighs heavy on my heart. What shame, humiliations, mockery the Kongzem had put on mea family's name. Pathetic," the old Knight Paramount and later deceased Elder of House Amador, Ser Karl Ruslan Amador, seethed, gritting his teeth at the gates of the seven skies in response from the blasphemy that has been displayed from SEVERAL members of the Kongzem of Hanseti-Ruska. "Vy deserved better, little one,"  The late babe of Allessandra and Sterling Amador's nestled in the Knights arms, cooing with innocence.

"Do nicht blame ein Kingdom for ihr kin's choices, Karl; it was her who put this upon du lot, nicht those who made wrongs right." Tylos III retorted as he moved towards the old knight, a man he had known for a time in the plane of the living. "To imply it is the actions of those pious followers of His word, und nicht the actions of this woman du so desperately try to defend, that has brought shame to ihr house, implies House Amador puts Iblees above GOTT. A terrible look, would du nicht agree?" His eyes shot down towards the babe in question. "They deserved exactly what they got. Their mutter knew of the curse it would live with, being borne of such a foul beast, und she would've allowed it to happen regardless. At least it was given death with its dignity intact. Can't say that for all who perished on that day." he then signed the Lorraine with his right hand before continuing to watch idly upon those of Jorenus.

14 minutes ago, squakhawk said:

The 5 most common ST Event Items in vaults were:

1. Runestone Fragment

2. Foreign Purple Fruit

3. Expedition Clothing

4. Foreign Red Fruit

5. Foreign Blue Fruit 

All 5 items were from the same ET, Julius55!

@JuliusAakerlundthe Attenlund still lives on, you truly love to see it

"Ich ******* hate Heartlander politics." Wilheim Barclay, most recent victim of the Haeseni Brainwashing Organisation (HBO), cursed to himself as he read the missive doing its rounds across the continent.

Wilheim Barclay scowls, horrified to be a grandfather before sixty.

What's the plan with the rule once the original version is re-implemented? Will there be aims at attempting to create a more permanent altering of it once it's seen running in tandem with the pvp system or will it remain the same as it has for the last while?

HERETICS ON GOD’S LAND

“I SHALL NOT FALTER.”

Written by the Hand of the

LORD MARSHAL

On the 14th day of Gronna ag Droba of  482 E.S 

Va ve oxtzen,

Even on these new lands of Aevos and Valdev, there remain those in this world seeking to prey upon the faith of GOD’s flock as His rightful Church works dutifully to assign shepherds to their future fields. On this day, such was displayed to the residents of the capital when a trio of armoured men, claiming to seek GOD amongst mortals, attempted to recruit three men upon Haeseni territory. Let it be known these men claimed a confused visitor of the capital as one of their own despite no such confirmation from the passerby, before being driven out of GOD's city. For their crimes of sacrilege, as well as their wrongful attempts of recruitment to their unrecognised group, these men are to be killed on sight by any soldier or subject of the Crown.

The following is a description of the outfit adorned by these heretics:

- Chainmail under a black tabard adorned by a quartered yellow and white shield.

- Leather boots and gauntlets.

- A maroon coif underneath a kettle helm with a face guard was adorned by those wearing head gear.

Let it be known that the adorning of this outfit is not a requirement for the killing of these heretics to be authorised. Any talk of seeking GOD among mortals, or any similar words of heresy, is to be met with decisive action. GOD willing, these men shall be put down swiftly with His judgement and wrath. May His light shine forevermore on those who embrace it with no malintent.

KRUSAE ZWY KONGZEM,

His Excellency, Sir Wilheim Konstanz Barclay KOU, Lord Marshal of Hanseti-Ruska

6 hours ago, itdontmatta said:

Server doesn't even make much money and yet we want to talk about reducing its income (if we reduce its income, there is a chance that there will be no server at all)

 

If race change revenue is so vital to the server's maintenance, put it behind one of the lower VIPs.

Race changes being locked behind a $10 paywall is outrageous. That is all.

20 minutes ago, DahStalker said:

Silently a woman of scyfling blood sought to pour herself a glass of drink, having revoked that aged cork with subtle wiggles of the textured material. “Everything.” She began with ushered bitterness, tucked away within her room as her dying husband slept. “Happens for a reason.” With a hoisted hand and cradled drink, she drank - mute in her pondering as she thought of the woman's life which she knew of; the selfishness, the bitterness, her nature of cruelty, and traumas she had endured. “You deserved everything which life has presented you, and yet cowardice laced your final moments. Dreadful woman- karma is a b****.” Elia Eryka sniffed, taking a moment to indulge on her hatred prior to shifting towards the doors, placing on a facade of simplicity and happiness. 

[[Actual rp response below]]

Wilheim looked up from his desk as a BSK pen pusher handed him an announcement of the Princess Royal's passing. Then did his own pen rest upon the desk for a time, the Marshal leaning back in his chair as he idly scratched at his beard in thought. The pen pusher, nosy bastard as he was, stood at the doorway.

"Was she a friend, sir?"

"She was, ja. She was ein ***** as well, but Ich suppose it's ein requirement of Princesses lately."

The soldier then nodded, before finally closing the door, though it's sound was faded to the man. The third loss of a time past finally forced the man to finally think back on those days, when duty was a distant age away, and friends were unconditional. Duty had a funny way of pulling people apart, he had learned to realise as time went on.

So long had passed between the two speaking regularly and now that Wilheim didn't truly know how he felt about his father's departure. Though now he couldn't help but feel that wherever he turned, he faced one of his family members. Those who had the chance to move off. His sister and cousins eastward, his father out at sea, his brother and son out who knows where, and his mother in the Skies. All had gone their own way in the world while they had their choice, something he never had. Though there was no point in dwelling on something that could not be.

The soldier bid his father farewell from afar, before returning to his desk. One day he knew they'd meet again, this plain or the next.

"Ich suppose we all dream of running away from it all at one point." Kleiner Wilheim remarked to himself as he later heard of Georg's departure, looking over those large rivers that encircled the Haeseni capital from the Barracks of the Brotherhood. "Perhaps one day I'll even join du one day, once mein sword rusts" A sense of longing rested in his tone as he spoke to himself, a moment too long wasted considering such. But the man turned away, making his way back onto his desk. Georg's time had come, yes, but his hadn't. He would do what Georg himself couldn't, that which they spoke of mere days earlier. And there was much work to be done to fulfill his words to a friend.

"******* finally." Wilheim remarked with a smile as he received the invitation to the wedding, somewhat annoyed that his heir had taken so long to marry despite doing nothing to ever change it, though delighted nonetheless.

I believe my good friend @Seussput it best:

Wilheim spent many hours of his time in the southern refuge staring out upon the surrounding hills of San Luciano, the place where he informed Carolus of his cousin's end; his mind flipping back and forth between the losses of the night. Baldrum was one of those he spent the most time thinking of.

"Suicidal *****, du und Sebastian." he cursed to himself, as he had to them during the retreat, though his tone reflected more frustration towards himself than either of the fallen pair.

And so he'd walk back into the walls of the city the last of a generation of aging crows, hoping he would make right the losses of his murder over the years.

There were many things from that siege that Wilheim Barclay would never forget; the efficiency and bravery of the Lechian Grenadiers was certainly one of those things. "I'm sure their story shall fill the hearts of Lechians all over with pride for centuries to come." he remarked to any who listend to his recounting of the battle in the years to come.