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IGN: coolcod77 Roleplay name: Edmund Barclay Discord tag: coolcod#4671 Amount of tickets: 3

IGN: Notmio_ Name: Otto August / Otto Baruch (same thing, really) Age: Whatever you'd like Place of residency: I often get locked out of the palace / the Baruch keep. Bank account balance: 40k in.. coin. Hobbies: kicking bushes and punching halflings. One interesting fact about yourself: I'm a terrorist in orenia Why should Tatiana choose you?: I'm lonely. :(

"Rest well, Adry." An aged Barclay would comment as he sat beside the largest hearth in Reinmar. "It's truly a shame that we couldn't talk more, perhaps we will speak again one day." He spoke, taking a moment to ponder over his own words.

A singular tear drifted down the cheek of a weary, aged veteran of many battles. "Brother, it was meant to be me." The figure spoke in a pained tone as he sat beside the corpse of his youngest sibling. "You deserved much more than this, this wasn't a war you needed to fight in, I started this and you shouldn't have had to pay the price." Manfred then moved to stand, lifting the Warhammer that Brandt never went into a fight without. "We didn't speak as much as we should've, as much as we did when we were younger. You followed me when we were both boys roaming the fields of Reinmar and you followed me into battles where we fought men and demons. I could never repay you for all this but I will remain grateful forever. I will ensure that all members of our house know your deeds." Manfred gently laid the Warhammer across the body of his brother, placing his hands around the shaft of the weapon. "Wer rastet der rostet." He then recited the words that all Reinmaren hold dear.

Manfred Barclay would place the biography down upon a nearby cart with a proud smile, the former Marshal and Duke then proceeded to return to farming todays yield of cabbages.

"Have a good retirement friend, you've deserved it." Commented the similarly retired Manfred Barclay, who then returned to farming cabbages outside the castle of Reinmar.

"A true shame cousin, may you rest easy in the skies above, with uncle Anton and our kin, for you fulfilled your oath and lived the life of a good man." The Retired Marshal said as he removed his beret and lowered his head, the gaze of his weary eyes fixed upon the grave of the holy knight.

"The könig is dead, long live the könig." The former Duke of Reinmar and Lord Marshal of Haense would state solemnly, as he read the missive.

Announcement of Abdication 14th of Gronna and Droba, 358 ES I, Sir Manfred of House Barclay VKML, Duke of Reinmar, the former Lord Marshal of Hanseti-Ruska hereby formally announce my abdication as Patriarch of the House of Barclay, allowing such, along with my titles to pass down to my legal heir, Friedrich Barclay. I wish to thank all of my kin and friends for their aid and support throughout my time as both Marshal and the Duke of Reinmar and I hope that they can do the same for my successor. Signed, His Grace, Sir Manfred Barclay VKML, The Duke of Reinmar, Count of Kretzen, Baron of Sigradz & Freising.

Manfred Barclay had been sat on his bed, recovering from his injuries inflicted by a frost troll only a saints day prior when a letter was delivered to him by one of his servants. "Viktoria." He said as his gaze narrowed upon the contents of the letter, his lips curling into a frown as the pain of losing an old friend slowly began to sink in. Manfred then began to think over all the past memories he had of his Queen, their time playing together as children, their time fighting alongside each other as adults and their conversation as aged veterans during the wedding of Princess Juliya. "I wish we had talked more." He commented as he allowed the letter to slip through his fingers before promptly falling onto the wooden floor of his bed chambers. "Farewell old friend." He said as he stared up at the ceiling of his bed chambers.

IGN: Coolcod77 Persona Name: Manfred Barclay I will be able to attend both events listed [Y/N]: Y

Manfred Barclay removed his beret after reading about the news on a letter, he then spared a minute of silence for his retired brother-at-arms.

"TO THE IRON ACCORD!" Manfred Barclay, the Lord Marshal of Haense yelled as he raised a mug of carrion black into the air.

"Finally growing up." Manfred commented as he saw the public wedding announcement.

WOO

Manfred Barclay sat on one of the logs beside the Haense Inferi camp. “Prepare your equipment, we must be ready to aid any and all.” He said simply, as he began to sharpen his sword.

“Krusae Zwy Kongzem.” The day was like any other and as usual Robin leant against the railing surrounding the courtyard of the Haeseni Palace, he had just finished a meeting with his Majesty Sigismund II, Ser Ivan Ruthern and Johann Peter. The day did not feel any different to Robin, as of recently each day seemed to meld into one endless routine with his main responsibility being the protection of the King. Though, this loop would break suddenly and unexpectedly by sound of screaming which echoed from the prison below his very feet. When Robin entered the prison he was met by an armed group of what seemed to be Volik clansmen, Robin drew his sword and shield as he heard the screams of Haensemen already being attacked by the Scyflings within the prison. After several hard fought minutes he was forced to retreat, the shield wall tactic the Sycflings were using proved too strong to break, even with seasoned warriors alongside him. Outside of the prison he fell to his knees due to the smoke present in the now smoke filled prison, despite the effect this had on him he decided to rejoin the group that prepared to retake the prison. After a short conversation with the Lord Marshal Erwin Barclay the group decided to yield the inner courtyard after the Scyflings threatened to execute one of the three Haensemen they took hostage during their first encounter. After around an hour the Scyflings split their forces, with many heading into the great hall in search of the King and the rest protecting the hostages in the prison. Robin would then emerge from one of the rooms in the gatehouse with a small group of HRA soldiers to rally with the Lord Marshal and his Majesty. After minutes of discussion, they decided that another assault upon the Scyflings within the prison with the intent of releasing the hostages would be their next move. Robin was ordered to lead the charge by his Majesty and so he did. It was within this attack, deep under the courtyard he would meet his fateful end, fighting alongside men of the HRA. Some of which he had known for years and others he’d never met, but it did not matter as all who fought for Haense were his brothers in arms. R.I.P Ser Robin “The Persistent” Kartyr 1729 – 1770 (OOC: Yo, just whipped this up really quickly before I go to sleep so hold off any judgement on the quality of the piece pls.)

Ser Robin Kartyr slammed his fist against the table as he heard the news. “He died too soon..” Robin then let out a hefty sigh, remembering meeting Bjornolf upon his recruitment into the Brotherhood of St Karl almost two decades ago. Manfred Barclay gripped the wound on his shoulder, letting out a pained sigh as he glanced upon the woods surrounding Fort buck. “Your sacrifice wasn’t in vain.” Manfred said, the guilt of not being able to save Bjornolf despite being so close, weighed on his mind.

*A Haense Knight grinned, walking out of the the tavern with his hands raised as he won his first game of Weo Ovare against the maker of the game.*

A Haensemen reads the notice, unsure about who he’d prefer to own the trading market, the Suffonian’s or the Carrington’s.

IGN: Coolcod77 Discord: you've already got it Race: Mali'ker Gender: Female Skin Details (Facial Features, Clothing type/colours etc.) Just an outfit with blue and white cloth, light leather and chain mail armour with cloth. I don't mind how long it takes for you to make so you can spend as much time on it as you'd like ? Reference Images: https://www.deviantart.com/joshcalloway/art/Cleric-482517586

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