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Conrad arrived back to Reinmar, taking off his helm with enjoyment as he began to watch and listen on at his Cousin's words.

Friedrich sighed upon hearing the news of Dame Lynette's death, not having much else to do in his old age he ended up hearing relatively fast. "Another one from my time dies, I don't think I even know at this point how many are still alive. I guess I'll have reason enough to drink tonight." Conrad made himself busy as he went along his day, he had things to do. The page wouldn't hear of the Dame's death for some time as he wanted to make sure that he didn't disappoint the knight when he saw her next, though he wouldn't get the chance.

Friedrich looked at the missive given to him by one of his many family members for a few minutes, having to process what he was reading before letting out a singular "huh" before he went up to once again deal with the young Baron of Sigradz crying.

"This is an eventful last year." Friedrich said to himself pushed himself up from his chair as he read over the missive, now going to try and calm down his great grandson after the young Baron of Sigradz was forced to read the missive.

Friedrich reated his head in his hands after having read the letter. Just recently he had talked about how they had met on Arcas, how they went exploring around the continent together. Now he thought back as a sudden surge of grief hit the man after having found a bit of peace with all the death and loss that had surrounded him over the years after his retirement. He spoke to himself as his voice cracked, on the verge of braking down. "I know you are not in pain anymore, meine Frau, yet I wish I could have repaid you more for staying by me through it all."

A letter makes it's way to the office of the speaker. "Dear Lord Handler House Barclay places it's vote for Lord Handler behind Yvo Mondblume. Signed, Regent Sir Friedrich Barclay."

[!] A letter would be written from the Duchy of Reinmar and sent to the speaker's office. "To the Lord Speaker, I Apologize for the late nature of this vote but it was sent to my three year old grandson. I would like to cast my family's vote for Lord Hildebrand Mondblume for Lord Handler. Signed, Regent Sir Friedrich Barclay, KML."

Friedrich furrowed his brows as he looked over the missive and read his name. "Accusing me of dwadling and letting a threat run rampant, they were nothing more than a threat that the other aulic members dismissed. I would hardly call organizing the hunting down of the threat slowly and methodically so as the exterminate and understand more about them as our city was beset by issues of hunger and trolls letting them run rampant." He then handed it over to Cedric, concluding with the following as he got up and went back to gardening in the privacy of Reinmar. "My replacement really wishes to slander my efforts then, at least those that actually fought them with me will know the truth."

Announcement of an Abdication of a Century 10th of Wzuvar and Byvca, 378 ES I, Sir Friedrich of House Barclay KML, 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, Erich Erwin 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. This comes with the end of a century of Barclays as proud Marshals of the Kingdom of Haenseti-Ruska. Though this century comes to the end I have full faith in my son and heir to continue the proud work that we have done for the kingdom as the Royal Treasurer. Signed, His Grace, Sir Friedrich Barclay KML, The Duke of Reinmar, Count of Kretzen, Baron of Sigradz & Freising.

Planning on how best to light half the sewers on fire without risking an explosion Friedrich spared a glance to the missive, having to check once more that it was real. Upon his own confirmation he pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a groan.

[!] A letter is addressed from Friedrich to Fionn Castaway @FionnTWG "Dear Fionn, interesting to hear that the issues plaguing the HRA have followed you there, though I am interested in just what the troll and soup demons are like there, are they more organized, are they bigger, anything would help. Also a simple request would be to keep in mind any spots that might be more defensible than not. While you may be there on your mission the task will still be there in the end to bring it under more control. Wishing you well, Friedrich."

Friedrich finally set his dead old brother in arms down on the table after fireman carrying him to the morgue from near Odistadt. He looked over the dead man as he waited for the Surgeon General to arrive. The stab wound of a claymore stuck out to him, something atypical for the weapon yet the strike landed and swiftly ended the man. Jackson's last request to find his kid stuck in Friedrich's head as mumbled to something to him as he waited. "Rest well Brother."

Friedrich Barclay simply nods his head in approval at the news, happy that the church was not to be disturbed during the war.

SUMMONS TO APPEAR BEFORE A MILITARY TRIBUNAL KRUZAE ZWY KONGZEM This Summons, issued on 12th Vzmey and Hyff, 361 ES by The Lord Marshal Friedrich Barclay, Compels a military tribunal to call upon Corbin Wick to appear before it and answer the following charge: Breaking the Othamanic Doctrine for an unjust reason, thus bringing dishonor on the Haense Royal Army Arisen from these circumstances: A small group of HRA soldiers departed from Karosgrad to Reinmar to deal with trolls. During which the actions of the individual Corbin Wick broke the Othamanic Doctrine causing dishonor to the Haense Royal Army. Through the actions of Corbin Wick many HRA soldiers were injured along and the civilian little girl which the soldiers had departed to help died in the fighting. I swear the contents of this Summons to be true and accurate to the best of my belief before Godan. Signed, Lord Marshal Friedrich Barclay (Drew_doc#8125)

Friedrich looks over the missive as he sat in his office smoking and thinking about the upcoming year of what seemed to be a never ending war against the trolls after the hectic day. "Well then, this is a welcome surprise." He said to himself with a grin as he went back to thinking. His mind lingered on his current strategy as he began to pen it out to debate with his engineers.

Friedrich Barclay lit the letter on fire with the help of Zodd Calliban as he gave it a quick glance over. He then lit a cigarette and let what he had just read fade away out of his mind, uncaring as he had a war against the trolls to think about.

It was a typical morning for Friedrich. He had a bit of an extra strut in his step from the day before when he had managed to make a deal with the rats in the sewers and their rat king. He was up earlier than most and was bring his sister some of his soup as he thought it would be a considerate treat. Friedrich was the first to happen upon his sister's body as he went to deliver it to her. He dropped the bowl and rushed to Marcella's side. What medical training Friedrich had would be for nothing, perhaps if he had been with her and had put aside his duty as Lord Marshal to take more time to help his sister. From a young age, he knew about death. It didn't phase him much when people died; it just built up. However, recently he needed something, anything to go right for him, yet it never happened. First, it had been the loss of the child he had raised and taught to fight; though it was not his, it stung. Then it was his uncle soon after, the man dying under his command during the defense of Reinmar. Had he not foolishly bought into the idea that Brandt couldn't have been killed so quickly, maybe he might still be alive. Third and finally, it was his sister, the girl he grew up with, his flesh and blood that, no matter what, supported him while he supported her. After years of not feeling much after deaths, something inside the man broke.

In the direct aftermath of the death of Brandt Friedrich had decided to bring his men and to charge the trolls which had cause his death. As he charged he felt numb. "Blood for Barclay!" He cried out as he continued to lead the charge. When the other men repeated "Krusae Zwy Kongzem, Blood for Barclay." He had known that Brandt had left his mark, that he would forever go down in history. Bido was later slain, likely the mastermind of the attack, yet Friedrich paid for it with his leg. Despite the high price he knew he had made the right decision.

Friedrich Barclay heard the news as he was preparing to send people out on an Oath Hunt. A part of him broke but he quickly steeled himself at the news and continue on. He led the men out and sent them on his mission. Upon their return he went through the oath as he typically did. Though when it came to the end one line stuck in his mind. "But I shall not falter." The first one of the cadets, the kids that he had partially raised from a young age to be warriors had finally died. Mariya had died before he did, this was something he hadn't expected, she was young, determined, and ambitious. Despite everything that had been thrown at her she never wanted to stop trying to be who she was at heart. For the rest of the day the words hanged in his head as he thought of his sister in arms, the child he had basically raised himself was dead.

Friedrich looked over the missive with a hum as he thought. With a nod to himself he decided to visit his brother in arms in the hospital so that he could talk to him about the current events. Shirren had peaked Friedrich's interest as person now, it was time to pick his brain.

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Friedrich Barclay had his typical look of melancholy for these days turn into one of excitement and joy. A bounty was placed, incentive for those to come forwards. He'd go to nail it up with the men's pay chests, they'd surely see it there.

Friedrich Barclay frowned upon reading the statement from the NGS, though such an action could be understood from the events of the saint's day. For now though he simply scanned the piece and did his best to memorize it.

Friedrich sat in his office after talking with his second; he adjusted his spectacles as he watched the fire rage on. The man felt nothing but self-disgust as the crackle of the fire continued. He quietly considered all he had in his life, everything that the man could lose. He hated what he had become to protect what he held dear. The man struggled greatly with the conflict of his morals and his duty. Yet his duty conflicted with itself; his oath and doctrine affirmed his loyalties to the crown, and it also told him never to surrender someone. "Never surrender yourself nor your brothers; bring your honor or death." those are the words he humbled to himself as he struggled with the situation. He had made his decision as a gamble, and he hoped that the scalpel would, in turn, make the right decision.

Friedrich Barclay practices tricks using his cigarette smoke, blowing smoke from his nose and in shapes only to remember that Franz is very anti smoking, thus he decides to not sign up.