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Sir Erik Othaman of the 2nd brigade would contemplate the retirement of such an influential statesman. He would smile fondly, remembering the few conversations he had with this man. ”It will be a shame that such a man must retire from his position, but the world moves on. He has made his mark on the Imperium and it will remain there for many years to come.”

Sir Erik Othaman sighs as he reads the execution order, nodding. He would lean back in his office chair as a smile would come across his face. He would calmly recollect all the times that Siegmund Corbish escaped judgement, ”This time, there will be niet escape. Praise Godan for this gift and ensure that this man is sent to the farthest depths of hell!” He’d inhale sharply, taking a quick drink from his flask of Carrion Black to level his temper. After a pause, he’d hang the order in his office before returning to process a new recruit to the ISA.

Captain Erik Othaman of the Second Brigade brought his wagon to a halt in the expansive desert, stepping off as his boots hit the sand. He’d look around as he grins before addressing the Brigade. ”What vy see before vy all is where we will halt the Inferni. This place is where we will throw our full weight against the Daemonic incursions and push them right back into their damn portal! Gather vy halberds and sharpen vy swords, let’s show these damn things how badly they messed up!”

Lieutenant Erik Othaman of the Second Brigade steps out from the Bastille, adjusting his Commissar cap as he addresses his squad. ”There two things more dangerous than an angry Daemon. The main one is a lazy response to the threat. It is vy duty to ensure that those things turn right back around and go crying to whatever lord they serve. Preferably, yam would like it if they ran back with fewer Daemons than they started with. Yam trust that vy take to vy duties with diligence. If vy slack off, there is one more thing worse than an angry Daemon. An angry Commissar.”

Sir Erik Othaman sits at his desk as he opens up his infamous red book, readying his quill as the aged Recruitmaster prepares for an influx of new soldiers. “Right lads, step right up and introduce vyselves to the comrades left and right of vy. There is glory to be bitten and loot to be had! Get moving recruits!”

SOLO REGISTRATION: Competitor’s Name: Erik Othaman Competitor’s Age: 41 Username: grnappa

Team Name: Helena's Shields Team Captain: Erik Othaman / grnappa Team Members 1 - 7: Arceus Reine / Arcean_ Remus Reine / MinaGobbler Alaric DeNurem / Paulobig Cassius Reine / auLune Joseph D'Arkent / DrakeHaze Rylan Swint / Bobbox Godfrick Black / Ticklem0nster

Sir Erik Othaman grins as he reads the document, cheering with delight as his comrades in Reza link arms with his comrades in Helena. "This am truly a beautiful moment for both peoples. We unite under one banner to uproot a Tyrant from his throne in Sutica. Hey, can any vy write that down and make a poem out of it?" He'd shoot half-jokingly over his shoulder to a fellow Sergeant. "GODAN SAVE THE EMPIRE!!! KRUSAE ZWY KONGZEM!!!"

Sir Erik Othaman would vividly remember Nokah's father having been caught building a spy network in Haense to listen in on conversations taking place in private. Shrugging, he'd toss the note over his shoulder and into the fireplace.

“There must be something in the Sutican water supply...” Sir Erik Othaman would note to himself. “How else does one justify blatant murder and then turn right back around to claim it did nie happen? Clearly the tyrant king will lose his mind first before losing his domain.” Erik sighed at this thought, opening up his flask of Carrion Black and taking a long drink before returning to his patrol of the Sutican border.

Sir Erik Othaman loads his crossbow as he gives a rallying speech to his men. “Lads, vy prepare to march out against Sutica to remove a most hated tyrant from his throne. Yam need BRAVE men to do such things. Those who do nie show that sort of bravery will be left behind in the dirt. Those who run at the first sight of danger lose the Emperor’s blessing. Vy are on a most righteous and noble mission and that alone should be incentive enough to charge over those walls. If that is nie enough, perhaps my fury at vy cowardice will give vy that confidence. Let’s move out!”

Sir Erik Othaman smiles as he looks to his Siege of Reza and Hangman's Bridge medals awarded to him a few saint's months ago, quietly reminiscing about his teen years in the army.

Sir Erik Othaman coughs uncomfortably as he arranges a guard detail.

Sir Erik Othaman grins at his son's plan to lead the Andrik Youth to a new age. He'd pat him on the shoulder. "Vy are doing vy ancestor's namesake a great service. Jon Othaman the First would be so proud of vy!"

Sir Erik Othaman leans back in his chair, finishing up a small bag of Golden Crow Golden Oats as he sighs of relief. “Yam am glad both sides are looking for a peaceful resolution. Peace for our time!”

Sir Erik Othaman signs the Lorraine Cross over himself. “Yam had niet idea these Red Faith bastards were still kicking around. When will they learn?” he’d mutter as he continued his chaplain training.

"Once more, Tarcell Othaman brings glory to our name even after so many years!" Erik Othaman would smile as he writes a good review about the Chronicles, giving a 5-Star rating.

The Union of Othaman and Devereux 9th of Tobias’s Bounty, 1764 (Saturday at 4:30 EST) Artist’s depiction of the marriage between Erik Othaman and Natalya Devereux All citizens who reside with the Kingdom of Haenseti-Ruska as well as elsewhere within the Holy Orenian Empire are invited to view the spectacle of Union between Erik Othaman of Valles and Natalya Devereux of Curon within the Holy Basilica of the Fifty Virgins located West of the City of Reza. The spectacle shall transpire on the 9th of Tobias’s Bounty, 1764 (Saturday at 4:30 EST). Once the ceremony is completed, all are invited to the Crow’s Hearth Tavern to multiple free rounds of drinks at Erik Othaman’s own expense. Afterwards, the couple shall depart for the Barony of Artois. The following would receive personal invitations to attend! The Family of House Devereux The Family of House Othaman His majesty Sigismund II and his Family The House of Halcourt The House of Vanir The House of Silversteed The House of Vyronov The House of Rutherm Signed by, Erik Othaman of Valles Natayla Devereux of Curon

Erik Othaman, Royal Exchequer of War, would read this article as he’d shake his head in disappointment. “So apparently we can nie execute those who tried to kill our King or threaten the stability of the Kingdom... I swear some people in the Empire these days have been dropped on their heads a bit too hard.” he’d chuckle to his Bodyguard before ripping up the paper and throwing it off the balcony of the Palace.

Erik Othaman thinks a moment before looking to Fredrick the Cadet “Well, vy will get to see me dominate some Imperials.”

Erik Berhal-Othaman pats him on the shoulder, nodding solemnly as he also cannot attend this most glorious occasion.

Kaptain Erik Berhal-Othaman reads the report, smiling to himself at the accomplishments of his men. “Is the finest of soldiers that Haense has fielded in many years. At odds of two-to-one, they have come out on top! I shall see that they are given proper rewards for their efforts!” he’d nod as he goes to the palace to talk about what these three men should be given with his Majesty.

Name: Andrik Berhal Race: Raevir Gender: Male Former Affiliations: Brotherhood of Saint Karl Past Experience: 30 years of field experience as both a capable soldier and capable commander. Why do you wish to join: To absolve myself of sin and purify myself by serving GOD’s most holy order. ((OOC)) MC Name: grnappa Discord: grnappa#6709 Timezone: EST

[[MCName]]: grnappa Name: Alric Berhal Knighted by: King Otto II Reason for Knighting: The killing of a Screamer who had been killing citizens of Alban Liege Lord: King Otto II Lands: None Are you willing to affirm/reaffirm your vows of chivalry and fealty to Emperor and Empire?: Da Coat of Arms: In Progress

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