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Petsch von Minitz SA 67 - 108 SA KILLED IN BATTLE Attempting to aid his King in a rescue mission during a skirmish at Un'Satum Petsch von Minitz was born in the beautiful land of Reinmar. He was born a peasant like most, he began helping around the farm and his community since he could walk. As time went by he grew into a man. As anyone in their youth, he began to be curious of his surroundings, the lands beyond Reinmar to be exact. He yearned for honor, adventure, and most importantly brotherhood. He yearned to become a great warrior like his father and the veteran warriors in Reinmar. So as soon as he heard that two of the Duke's kin - Lord Leon Barclay & Lord Dietrich Barclay - were going out to set their mark on this world by establishing a warband, Petsch jumped at the opportunity. It was difficult for him to leave, seeing his mother distraught at his decision since his father died in a battle defending his home. He resolved himself that one day he could end up the same. A few weeks later he set off to Castle Durres to hopefully meet the Lords, and so he did on a rainy night. He was completely soaked as he arrived at the gates to greet whoever was there at the moment. To his luck he met with Lord Leon Barclay. After a reasonable amount of questioning from the Lord to a strange man walking up towards his Castle gates in the middle of a rain storm, he finally asked where Petsch was from. Of course he was proud to say from Reinmar, and then in an instant the Lords demeanor changed towards him. From then on, he became a inexperienced warrior within the Theodoric's Warband. He would be put to the test soon after during a few battles, and most notably the Acre Rebellion. Soon after the war he me Hannah. They got married at the Chapel of St. Ottomar within the lands of House Alstriem. It was a time of peace and happiness for Petsch. They had two children together, but life always has it's twists and turns. Hannah was murdered by bandits, and regrettably Petsch was the first to find her. It seemed to Petsch that someone has cursed him, a darkstalker not long after the death of his wife sought to drain the lifeforce of his young daughter - shriveling up and thrown off a roof. He was able to catch her before she fell to her death, and she recovered after the events. Sadly this sowed paranoia into the warrior and decided to distant himself from his family in order to keep them safe. He knew his community of tribesmen and women would take care of his children, he had to focus on other duties. Primarily his warrior duties, he seemed to be deployed often on patrols and for good reason, he had to defend his home land - Minitz. As time progressed and he began to grow into old veteran warrior, he found himself appointed as Lawspeaker, to uphold the Kanun and it's will. At this point in life, he felt a mix of emotions, undying loyalty to his Lord, Reinmaren pride swelling within him as he continued his duties to his home, but also deep regret that he couldn't have been a better father. One evening he heard the horn - the war horn. It was time to rally once more, unknowingly what has happened he quickly put his chainmail armor on, grabbed his gear and whistled for his trusted reinmaren stallion. After rallying with an auxiliary force, he was then informed of the tragedy, his King's daughter - a princess of aaun - has been kidnapped and as any father would do he wanted to go rescue her. Petsch at this point knew this possibly was his final battle, but what an honorable death he thought going into battle with his King and his Lord's. He sallied out with Siegdfried Barclay, Herman Barclay, Brandt Barcaly, & Gregorius Roa to meet with Bailian's rally. . . The battle ensued thereafter. Petsch von Minitz was killed in action in service of his Lord and King. May he rest in the seven skies. [!] Within the keep of Neu Brandtof there seemed to be a pile of letters set upon the Duke's office, one of them would read. . . My Lord, one can never know when it is one's time, but after many battles one can easily smell the stench of death. Sadly it seems the stench of death lingers around me. Before I go to a warrior's place, I must inform you of a grave possibility regarding our warrior brother Teft Barclay. Since he has disappeared I have noticed the absence of Azrielle Vilac, his wife to be. I do not want to assume the worst. She mentioned that her brother is an aggressive person. She stated to me that, the only way they would allow them to marry is if Teft takes the Vilac name . If I do not survive this battle, this will be my last request in this life. Please my Lord, please find out what happened to my brother Teft Barclay, seek out Azrielle Vilac.

DIE VERBANUNG VON VAZOV GLEB “DER DIEB” THE BANISHMENT OF VAZOV GLEB "THE THEIF" Issued by the Lawspeaker of Minitz In the year of our Lord 1903 SÖHNE UND TÖCHTER VON MINITZ, It has been a year since the arrest warrant, published by Ritter Yvian, went out to capture and arrest the notorious Vazov Gleb. By the dutiful Ser Yvian, with the help of GOTT, was he able to capture and arrest this vile criminal earlier this evening presumably attempting another act of thievery. This notorious criminal broke into our beloved Ritter’s home with the intent to steal, and found an innocent woman by the name of Lucia Monti, Ser Yvian’s wife-to-be, at home that night and assaulted her in an attempt to subdue & silence her while he committed his act of theft. Brought forth to face trial, Vazov Gleb was branded the sigil of a thief onto his right hand, and henceforth BANISHED for 5 years, by the decree of the Lawspeaker. Let it be known if Vazov Gleb “The Thief” is found within our sacred lands once more before the year 1908, he is to be captured and executed. GOTT MIT UNS, His Excellency, Petsch von Minitz, Lawspeaker of Minitz

Enlistment Form: Full Name: Petsch von Minitz Age: 39 Gender: Male Race: Human Minitz Rank: Geehrte [Username: ] Petsch2k [Discord: ] Petsch2k#2000 Enlistment Form: Full Name: Ottomar Barclay Age: 16 Gender: Male Race: Human Minitz Rank: Tribesman [Username: ] Petsch2k [Discord: ] Petsch2k#2000

Petsch von Minitz was sitting down near an open window within the castle of old Rivia, smoked filled the office as the scent of Reinmaren tobacco burned from his cigarette. He stayed silent puffing away as he read the writ of banishment of his brother, having spoken with the Herzograt a few hours earlier before his Lord made the official announcement. Petsch wrinkled his brows as he looked up. He then flicked the stick of tobacco out the window before picking up a glass of Reinmaren Bourbon. "Ich will miss you brother". He raised his glass slightly for a moment before downing it one go.

Ottomar Barclay would be training his swordsmanship before taking a moments rest as a Reinmaren Warrior came to him handing him a paper, as he wiped his sweat from his forehead with his right arm as he grabbed the paper with his left - he arched a brow as he looked at the special invitation list "Hmm, time to assemble our wares - it seems they do not know what it means to trade with a Barclay" the young Barclay warrior in training said smirking. The Reinmaren Warrior before him chuckled "Ja. Our Lords are the only one's who can guarantee a Barclay Bargain after all." Ottomar nodded at with a clear smirk before continuing on with his sword training as the Reinmaren Warrior instructed him in the way of the sword.

Petsch von Minitz sheds a tear. Ottomar Barclay smiled at his fathers promotion before continuing on with his spear training.

Petsch von Minitz raised his brows as he read the missive . . ."Mein Lords won't like this. . " he feared for the child.

Petsch von Minitz wrinkled his brow as he signed the Lorraine. He'd grip the pommel of his longsword, he was tired. He now believes there's no other choice but to fight another brutal war. "They wish upon our deaths. Why are they so adamant about war. May GOTT pass judgment upon the petran warriors we will bury" The aging warrior would look up towards the bright blue sky, he took a deep breath before returning to his duties as a warrior. Maybe after this war he'll finally be able to rest, maybe even put down his sword for good.

Petsch von Minitz would begin to sweat a bit as his Lord indeed was serious about his appointment.

Petsch would prepare for battle once more "No Fear. No pity. No Remorse."

Petsch von Minitz would start to take inventory of the Warbands war supplies. He signed the Lorraine. "Let's hope this ends quickly".

COUNTY OF MINITZ MISSING PERSON ALERT [!] One dark night one could see the flames of multiple torches roaming around the lands of Minitz they seemed almost restless, almost as if the entire settlement was looking for someone or something. . . Missing Person posters would be seen nailed all across the lands of the Harvest Confederacy.

I'd like to create RP through CA's, just having a hard time starting? (if that's the right way to say it) I've been thinking about doing some paranormal stuff. Now the question! From an experienced event person to a new guy trying to provide some fun rp for my group, what are some tips/things to be aware of when it comes to player enjoyment?

Petsch von Minitz smiled at the missive "GOTT truly blesses Minitz" he said as he made his usual rounds on the outskirts of Brandthof.

I've always tried to avoid VCs when possible. I'm thankful I'm apart of a group where we mostly RP and coordinate a few things here and there oocly to make things smoother in RP. Plus they are based on merit rather than joining a VC for majority of the time to get anywhere in that settlement. Question time! 1. As someone who's been in leadership, what advice would you give for someone who is new to it? 2. How did you create or come up with event/rp story lines that are fun for players to participate in that's not just [!] A bandit appeared on the road! 3. Any recommendation in becoming a better roleplayer?

COUNTY OF MINITZ MISSING PERSON ALERT [!] One dark night one could see the flames of multiple torches roaming around the lands of Minitz they seemed almost restless, almost as if the entire settlement was looking for someone or something. . . Missing Person posters would be seen nailed all across the lands of the Harvest Confederacy.

Really good read, thank you @Ark for dropping some wisdom. Hits home to me right now since I recently joined up with a team of chads wanting to make a fun place to RP. Been having a ton of fun since joining this group, hope to help make it a place where people can also enjoy it. shout outs to @MadOne @GoodGuyMatt @Frymark @Mockingbird-art

Petsch von Minitz would lower his head down reading the news, he began to pray.

THE CYCLE OF WAR [!] Some where in the lands of the former Orenian Empire It was a gloomy day, the aftermath of the civil war was becoming a harsh reality for the loyalists, while the victors rejoiced and continued their eradication of anything that hinted of Oren. One could see multiple fires in the distant areas of the former Capital of Oren, there have been news going around that Confederates were burning down the manors of the rich - giving back to the people they say as they loot from their coffers. Petsch von Minitz & Johann von Freimark were walking down the dirt road that led through the lands of Rivia, they were traveling back to Minitz after exploring some lands down south. Suddenly the encounter someone else on the road - a young boy. He began to question the two almost immediately - asking for who they fought for, for who they swore their allegiance too. Petsch & Johann were both visibly confused, they young boy looked angry, frustrated as if he lost everything dear to him. As the conversation went on Petsch tried to calm the boy down but to no avail . . .Alexandre would not calm down. Alexandre Yanis de Rochefort moved his hand to the hilt of shortsword “I fought for Rivia against Acre, I stood as my brother was kidnapped and mutilated by the farmers. As my father's illness worsened, they too betrayed the crown. They betrayed their rightful liege” the young Rochefort spat on the dirt road in disgust “I’m no Rivian, and I am no farmer. I am an Orenian, a Royalist and shall be until my death!.” Alexandre seemed to be distraught, angry and was looking for something or someone to take his anger out on. “Hmh.” The reinmaren man's grip on his longsword tightened - he began to slowly unsheathe it from its scabbard “You betray yourself, lad. Oren is no more, there is peace and freedom now. Renounce your false Kings and Dynasties and we’ll let you go.” Just moments after, Petsch’s fear became reality. Alexandre unsheathed his shortsword. As he slowly stepped towards the side, reaching for a horse whistle “I am loyal to my King and his true heirs”. Petch's heart sank knowing his brother-in-arms had no qualms in dispatching those who call themselves loyalists regardless of their age. He turned to Alexandre, taking a few hurried steps forward just behind Johann “No, young man no!” he yelled out to him in an attempt to diffuse the situation. “Acre kidnapped my brother, they took out his eyes” his tone increasingly frustrated, he did not seem to hear Petsch “My father always taught me to stay true to my liege”. Johann began to step towards the boy now, the man fully unsheathing his own blade “As long as one of them lives, we’ll never have peace” he grumbled “You have no liege, You’re free. Act on it, not on false and gone loyalties”. Alexandre started to sprint away, not willing to fight in this scenario, going further to the east as he hurriedly brought his horse whistle to his lips as he began to blow on it. Petsch wrinkled his brows as he followed behind Johann placing his hand firmly on Johann's shoulder in an attempt to stop him “Brother we don’t need to kill a kid” he said trying to reason with his brother. Johann shoved Petsch’s hand from his shoulder as he continued to move after Alexandre - now both hands wrapped around the blade’s handle. The young man moved quickly, hoping the reinmaren’s armor slowed his movement. Petsch, determined, started to dash towards Johann attempting to tackle the man “Johann no!” he grunted as he went after his brother-in-arms. As the boy continued to run, the whistle call was answered by a galloping horse approaching in the distance, sheathing his blade he was getting ready to quickly mount. Johann let out a yelp as he was tackled - the man falling forwards towards the stones. In a rather desperate attempt, he’d wave his longsword outwards as he fell in an attempt to scare the boy, but to no avail. Petsch fell alongside him towards the stones grunting “He’s just a damn kid Johann . . a kid! He probably lost it all!”. As the boy mounted his horse he’d let out his anger at the two as he readied himself onto the saddle “GO AWAY FARMER SCUM, IDIOTS, GOD HATES YOU”. With the final outburst the boy rode off into the distance. Johann clambered up from the ground, accompanied by a multitude of grunts and huffs, he turned to Petsch “And what if that kid leads a Royal Army back here in a decade? What if he - not wishing to give up his beliefs - murders a Acrean family while they sleep at their farm? Or burn down the crops so they all starve?” he frowned, shaking his head as he looked at Petsch standing up dusting himself off. “Is that justice for them then, brother? Is that Honorable?” Petsch wore a serious expression as he wrinkled his brows looking towards Johann “What if that, what if this” he repeated “What if that boy leads a peaceful life?” he shot back a question as he patted himself down. “One day” Johann paused momentarily releasing a deep breath while sheathing his longsword back into its scabbard “The Orenians will return to reforge their Empire. One day, we’ll face them again.” He’d study his reinmaren brother for a moment, letting out one final huff “I’d rather face one less.” he rolled his shoulders a bit as a few bits of dust were shaken off. Johann began to walk off grumbling something about radicalized youth.

Petsch von Minitz would make a note to visit this place once he travelled closer to their lands.

"Mein GOTT, this iz amazing." Petsch nodded proudly as he read a couple lines of the book "Ich will take me some time, but it will be a gutt read."

Petsch von Minitz was traveling the vast lands of Almaris when he somehow manage to notice a wedding post on a notice post along the road. He arched a brow as he read it "Ich wonder if Zhey would like to met Orion." his elf brother-in-arms who was at the time in the process of converting to Reinmaren - a Waldenian sub culture. As he folded the paper - tucking it away into his pocket - he rode off to visit more lands.