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  1. LANZENSAMMLUNG VON 1974 I.T. Gathering of Lances of 1974 I.T. Issued by the Order of Saint Tylos in the year of our Lord 1974 I.T. RITTER VON TYLOS UND REINMAR, Following the scheduled gathering of ritter and lance of the sons and daughters of Tylos, various topics of discussion were held; Thus, it is discussed by the ritters; The appointment of the new Herrenmeister, Sir Varik von Wesenburg It was mentioned by Prince Leon Barclay II that Sir Varik von Wesenburg was prepared to assume the position of Herrenmeister, and that, should Sir Stanton be willing to step down, Sir Varik would have the support of Prince Leon. Thus, it is decided by the ritters; Sir Varik Ritter von Wesenburg will be elevated to Herrenmeister of the Order of Saint Tylos. Thus voted the Ritters of the Council: "Thus, Sir Varik is raised to Herrenmeister of The Order of Saint Tylos." Thus, it is discussed by the ritters; The Squireship of Johanna Stroheim The Squire, Johanna Stroheim, has been a member of the order for fourteen years and has yet to be knighted. Prince Leon has suggested further postponing her knighting until such time as her sole residence is within Reinmar’s borders. Thus, it is decided by the ritters; Squire Johanna Stroheim will not be raised to knighthood until she makes Reinmar her only home. Thus voted the Ritters of the Council: "Johanna Stroheim shall not be elevated to knighthood until she calls no place home except Reinmar." Thus, it is discussed by the ritters; The exemption of the Grossmeisters from the roster limit Since the transition from Minitz to Reinmar, The Order of Saint Tylos has had a roster limit imposed upon it, with membership not to exceed ten Ritters. Sir Varik von Wesenburg suggested that the Grossmeisters not be counted amongst the Ritters for the purposes of this roster limit. Thus, it is decided by the ritters; The Order’s roster shall be allowed to be composed of ten Ritters, alongside the Grossmeisters of the Order, who shall not be counted against this number. Thus voted the Ritters of the Council: "The Grossmeisters of The Order of Saint Tylos shall not be counted amongst the number of Ritters, for the purposes of the limitations on the Order’s size." WER RASTET, DER ROSTET, His Excellency, Varik von Wesenburg HMSTSR Herrenmeister of the Order of Saint Tylos, The Direwolf of Kanunsberg, Kastellan of Westturm HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS, ALFRED, Fürst von Reinmar zu Sutica GMSTSR, ROKSG Prince in Reinmar and of Sutica, Duke of Reinmar, Count of Kretzen and Freimark, Baron of Madvon and Freising, Lord of Sankt Johannsburg, Neuburg, Wilheburg, Erwinsburg, Freiburg, and Rozenfeld, Grandmaster of the Order of Saint Tylos, High Chieftain of the Reinmaren HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS, LEON, Fürst von Reinmar zu Minitz GMSTSR Prince in Reinmar and of Minitz, Count of Neu Brandthof, Viscount of Tucay, Baron of Boriënwald, Lord of Durres, Chieftain of the Reinmaren, Grandmaster of the Order of Saint Tylos, Warden of the Franklands and Ferdenwald
  2. "Down with the outlander! Down with the Valite!" These were the words that had rung out during the Moot. Sir Varik von Wesenburg simply nods his head as the passions of the Moot come down as an official edict.
  3. Sir Varik von Wesenburg dons GREEN warpaint! "RAAAAAHHHH GELIMARSSONS! DOWN WITH THE THEODERIKIN"
  4. Sir Varik von Wesenburg hones his sword's blade to a razor's edge, grinning with each swipe of his whetstone. "Victory awaits," he muses to himself.
  5. Sir Varik von Wesenburg joins his brother in cheering and celebration!
  6. MC Name: FinesseAdvisory Discord: Ozamataz Image: Description of Image: Coat of arms of house Sturmweber Dimensions: 1x1, single map
  7. Sir Varik Sturmweber smiles as he reads the published chronicles, which shine a rather flattering light on his own recent exploits. He beams with pride, having earned the attention of the Princess, and all those who read this missive. Pictured, Sturmweber Pride:
  8. Sir Varik Sturmweber looks between the two Waldenian princes, one brow raised. He begins to wonder if there truly will be peace in our time...
  9. Sir Varik Sturmweber is impressed by the newest Reinmaren fashion. He smiles appreciatively, considering how these might compliment his look.
  10. Sir Varik Sturmweber sweeps back his hair and dons his Warrior's cap. Stylish.
  11. IGN: FinesseAdvisory RP NAME: Sir Varik Sturmweber PERSONA ID: 81302
  12. Word of his comrade's passing reached Sir Varik as the news swept through Minitz. With a solemn bow of his head, only one word passed his lips, in remembrance of the fallen Ritter. "Human..."
  13. "I wonder how much a Consort goes for these days. . ." Sir Varik Sturmweber ponders idly, sitting by his hearth.
  14. Sir Varik Sturmweber will certainly be unable to keep himself from humming this captivating melody.
  15. You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” Edwin peers down at the cushion with sharp eyes as he begins to speak. "I appreciate you meeting me," he manages to feign gratitude, but remains standing, though uncomfortably hunched. "I've been travelling from Galta and, quite frankly, I expected... more of this place." Edwin's gaze crawls from the seat to the crone before him, studying her expression; he holds his gaze on her face for a while before continuing to speak. "You'll already know that I seek to reunite with some family I have on the continent. I've made it no secret in our correspondence thus far, that I intend to make a name for myself alongside my kin," he begins to move towards the cushion, taking a seat and sighing heavily before facing the woman again. "My family was prominent in Galta, though now none are left. The last of us, my father, died some months ago and what pennies he left me with were sufficient only for my voyage here." Edwin looks down at his muddy boots, then to the tent's flap door. The candlelight dances in his eyes as they turn back to meet the woman's own. "I have nothing to my name but the clothes on my back and the will to make something of myself."
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