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The youngest brother of the Duke, Albrecht Barclay, would think about visiting his sibling, sister-in-law, and their children. Up early to put the finishing touches on an Animatii prosthetic he was working on, Klaus von Berkhoven would receive the missive and smiled cheerfully. “GOTT bless Alfred und his new family.” He thought out loud.
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Need these little guys in my life. +1 -
The bride’s uncle, Klaus von Berkhoven, would be passed this missive by a servant while working on a Animatii prosthetic. The Alchemist would then see the date for the wedding and realize something, he was on a time crunch! “So much to do, so little time!” Klaus mused to himself with a chuckle and smile.
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A big noodle dog that can fight beside me?! Sign me up for one (or four) of these little guys! +1
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I want… no NEED these little guys! +1 for the Flufs
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A truly grand laugh left Asmund Vincent Fyr’s being as he read the letter. “Ye’re a slick one, Sir Wilford.” The Hohkmati mused to himself as he put the copy of the letter away and went on with his day.
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The tired Reinmaren, Klaus von Berkhoven, read the missive then mulled over the idea of awarding such a hit of a song himself! He would then look over the walls of Reinmar he was watching over, in the direction of the harbor of Haense, as the chilled, seasonal wind blew through his auburn hair. “Danke, Jerry.” The Hohkmati, Asmund Vincent Fyr, would then put the missive in his pocket after he read it, returning to pulling the dents out of his ferrum armor. “We’re so back.”
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“GOTT has blessed dein rule, now du may rest easy knowing Reinmar is still in gutte hands, mein friend. WER RASTET, DER ROSTET!” Called Klaus von Berkhoven, having read the writ. He then slammed a fist to his chest, a Reinmaren salute for the now Duke-Emeritus. The youngest son of Manfred II, Albrecht Ludwig Barclay read the writ as a servant had brought it to his room. “GOTT bless du, vater, und GOTT bless Alfie’s reign.” The brunette stated as he rose from his desk and looked to the Reinmaren banner hanging on his wall, giving it a salute. “WER RASTET, DER ROSTET!”
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Holy Hostage No More - A Pontifical Letter
Digit_005 replied to Sander's topic in The Church of the Canon
“Collusion with Darkspawn und Azdrazi, disregarding Canon Law, killing a pious king, burning a church, und kidnapping the High Pontiff along with threatening his life und that of the clergy with him. Is there anything that the heretical nation of Veletz won’t do?” Klaus von Berkhoven inquired to himself through gritted teeth after reading the open letter from the Vicar of Almighty GOD. “This heresy has gone on too long, the heretics und their nation must be razed off the face of the map as anything less would be an insult.” Klaus zealously stated as he rose from his desk and picked up his sword, going down to the forge in front of his home and sharpened his blade for the battle to come. THIS IS OUR PEACE. -
The Mali’ker Bard, Bastian Jusmia, would find the flyer for this winter ball dropped in the mailbox of his home. As his flame-hued eyes scanned the parchment, he tapped his pointed, ashy chin before walking over to his girlfriend, Trix, to see if she would want to go to a ball. ( @M_DA_MIZE )
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Speak not with a whisper that which rolled as Thunder
Digit_005 replied to Minuvas's topic in Academy of Hohkmat
In a small camp some miles north of his home of Hohkmat, Asmund Vincent had lit a campfire to stay warm, though his mind was swamped with many thoughts of the day he had as he gazed into the flame. These thoughts and more had woken him multiple times. This same missive would then curiously find its way to the lad and he gave it a read. “I’m no spellslinger or Scion… yet, but I put up one helluva fight!” Asmund grinned as he set the missive in his bag and returned to his pondering for a while before putting out the fire, then drifted off into a rather uncomfortable sleep in his bedroll. -
Once one Klaus von Berkhoven hears of the demise of his student’s wife, who knows how he’ll react as he’s close with the Hyspian man and in frequent company of the Minitzer Tribe of Stroheim.
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Woken up by his love darting to the mailbox, Asmund Vincent, with groggy eyes, would scan the missive sent out by the Grand Magister before his stormy-grey eyes widened. ”I’m proud of ‘er too, love.” He replied with a smile to Iduna. “I think yer mama’s gonna want me t’ call ‘er Lady-Magister instead o’ Miss from now on thought.” The auburn chuckled nervously, knowing full well that the 5’2” Lady-Magister could drop a boulder many times his own weight on him.
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“HERETICS!” Exclaimed the pious Canonist alchemist, Klaus von Berkhoven, as he threw an empty potion bottle against the opposite wall of his laboratory in righteous anger, reading the missive that had been brought to him. “They decided to bath in the ash of one of GOTT’s homes on earth? Then Ich will personally send their damned souls to where they should go und take their heads as trophies.” The Reinmaren zealot proclaimed as he left the room to go sharpen his weapons without cleaning up the mess left under the chalkboard.
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From the mailbox, Asmund Vincent would find this letter from the Lord-Magister of Paradox and walk back inside the apartment. Descending the staircase and entering his and Iduna’s room, the auburn lad would break the wax seal and read the letter as the faint scent of embers and wood smoke emitted from the parchment. Asmund would then hand the letter to his love. ”For the sake of our future, that bridge must go.” He stated, agreeing with Haus’ message. @Lmcfc
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Almost as soon as he finished his prayer after he finished reading the disclosed BSK post-action report, another servant came in, telling Klaus of the Lord Vandalore’s demise as well. The Alchemist would immediately bow his head and close his eyes once more in one motion. ”Dear Saint Johann, please bless dein people, all of Waldenia, with dein protection as we mourn the loss of our Lord Vandalore. Merciful GOTT, please be with DEIN Waldenian children during this time und let our Diet promote another well-meaning, GOTT-fearing mann when the time is right. Blessed be DEIN Holy Name, AMEN.”
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BSK INCIDENT REPORT #12: OPERATION DRAGONSLAYER
Digit_005 replied to Office of Truth's topic in Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska
The disclosed BSK report reached the hand of Reinmar’s Master Alchemist, Klaus von Berkhoven, hastily by servants within Sankt Johannsburg. His tired, sleepless eyes carefully scanned the document. “They slew the Aaunish Koenig und his council?!” He exclaimed before closing his eyes. “Gutte LORD, protect the Realm of Aaun und DEIN Holy Realm of Canondom in these trying time und thank DU for the capture of the devious Captain-General who will soon meet both the Judgement of Man und DEIN Holy Judgement. AMEN.” The auburn prayed then pondered the future before getting back to work immediately. -
Reinmar’s Master Alchemist, Klaus von Berkhoven, would wake with a jolt and sit up, unsheathing a slayersteel dagger from his bedside in defiance of the perceived glob of eyes that was not there... A dreadful figment of his mind’s design perhaps? “What invoke such a vivid nightmare?” He asked himself. In any case, the Reinmaren checked on his wife before walking down the stairs to check on his children. Once done, Klaus would scale the stairs once more and sit at his desk with a piece of wrapped charcoal and paper, then drawing what all he had seen from memory before it was lost.
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The Master Alchemist of Reinmar, Klaus von Berkhoven, would be standing at the work table in the alchemy lab within the Duchy and read this public missive. His hand would sign the Lorraine as he prayed for the safety of his friend, Demitrey. “Stay strong und let GOTT be dein anchor, Demitrey.” The auburn Reinmaren said as he finished his prayer before getting back to his alchemical research.
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Seeing the wedding invite from his student, Klaus von Berkhoven would make preparations for him and his family’s journey to Hyspia!
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Bastian Jusmia would read the missive, his ashen-colored face would blush blue as he had someone in mind to ask to the Ball.
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Klaus Helfgott read the announcement of the keep's inauguration and then looked to his fiancée, Avya, with a cheery smile. "Et es finally done! GOTT bless our new home!"
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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.” ((How do you respond?)) "I'm glad my missive was able to reach you about my arrival, ma'am." He said as he walked over and sat on the cushion in front of the woman, "As for my story, I come from Reinmar, a port city in eastern Haense. I grew up in a family of alchemists grew to love the art of Alchemy. Recently, I've been travelling the realm to find various plants and herbs for the local Alchemists in Reimar and I figured out that this area might have one of the ingredients I've been looking for." The redheaded Highlander explained to elder. The two then chatted for roughly two or three hours about the various plants that grew within the local swamp and, after a while, the hag grabbed a small map and jotted something on it. "This should help you on your quest, young one. Please stay safe and if you ever need help and your in the area, don't be afraid to come ask me. Oh and if you can, maybe one day you can make something to make me look as you again." The elderly woman, with a giggle, then handed Klaus a piece of parchment. To the awe of the Highlander saw it had the possible locations of various local herbs within the swamp. "Thank you, ma'am. I won't forget your generosity and your wisdom. Perhaps I will make that potion for you someday." He replied, the redhead then stood up, says his farewell to the knowledgeable elder, and sets out to find the plants.
