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Friedrich Barclay looked over missive with a nod "They'll have my men, though I hope this won't all come out of the HRA's pocket." He'd say to himself with a sigh as he looked at the amount of wood the Army had left. Friedrich would then move off to quickly begin to bird his men and women.

Friedrich would light up one of the special cigars that Charlotte had gifted him, this was an occasion that warranted it.

Friedrich Barclay looked over the paper quickly before tossing it into the fireplace of the barracks before mumbling to himself. "There, it'll do more for anyone as kindling than it does as something to read."

It took Friedrich a few days to find out what had happened just as it had taken a few to find out that his sister was even the Lady Palatine. The man was busy with his job and kids and barely had a moment where he wasn’t working on something for the HRA or trying to teach his kids. What tipped him off to something not being normal was the absence of the daily small annoyances by his sister. He’d become accustomed to them as he’d endured them since he was five yet it was their sudden disappearance that after a few days tipped him off that something was off. At first, he welcomed the ceasing of his daily routine of being bothered whether it be rocks being put down his shirt, trying to steal his cigarette, or trying to take his seat over. As the days dragged on, however, concern began to rise in Friedrich's mind as it wasn’t just a ceasing of her mannerisms towards him but instead she was gone completely. He approached the tower in Reinmar that his sister lived in and tried the door. For the first time that he had known the door was open with the lights all had gone out from the simple passage of time. He slowly ascended the tower till he came to the top of it. He waited for a few moments for yelling about how he shouldn’t be in her room or anything but there was none. He simply scanned the room and noticed a few things were missing. The first thing was her hairbrush, the second was her favorite mug, and the last was her bag. As he looked closer he found the letters on the table left for him. Friedrich opened the letter addressed to him and read it in silence. He smiled despite the sorrow he felt. Marcella had finally gotten a bit of what he was trying to tell her years ago. Despite everything they had done to each other, all the insults and punches thrown between the two, he missed his sister and knew that until she came back that a part of his normal life was missing, nothing could quite fit where Marcella fit.

Friedrich Barclay lit up a cigarette as he heard the news "Wish ich could have smoked with him when ich had the chance." he'd say to nobody in particular.

Friedrich Barclay didn't feel poorly at the moment of their acknowledgement having thought that his men would simply subdue the man. Such a things was not the case. He later sat in his office with his head in his hands after having talked to some of his family members. He took out a cigarette from his pack twirling it around as he thought about all that had happened. "Ich knew he would fight to the end. He never would have accepted surrender. ich just did nicht see it in that moment." He mumbled crushing the cigarette in between his fingers. "You will nicht be forgotten and your killer will nicht go unpunished if ich can help it." Friedrich continued to mumble to himself as he stared at the fire in his office as the memory of his silent exchange continued to haunt him. Such a thing would likely do so for the rest of his days.

Friedrich Barclay took a drag from his cigarette as he heard the news throwing it to the ground and stepping on it to put it out. he didn't give soldier that mentioned it to him a response besides that he was dismissed.

Friedrich Barclay lit up a cigarette as he read over the paper. "Well, they did nicht get the theft story wrong, good reporting." He'd say to himself.

Friedrich Barclay Looks over the missive he confiscated from one of the Cadets of St. Karl after a training. "What in the?" he asks himself from his office before going to pass it over to his fellow sergeant Joshua Sirsk. @InkGolem3k

Astoro welcomed Viktoria upon seeing her in the seven skies holding out a drink for her with a smile "Your brothers and sisters in arms welcome you, our Warrior Queen."

Friedrich Barclay cradled his daughter as he heard the news. "You're aunt's namesake has passed on now, little Emelia." Hearing babbling from Emelia, he set her down to rest. "Ich hope you find peace in the seven skies, Marcella." He signed the Lorraine as he sat by watching over his daughter.

The Red Sun Sets The pain was unlike one the veteran had ever felt before. It had begun earlier with a sort of pain in his shoulder which was bearable but quickly was added onto by a feeling of lightheadedness as his breathing got shorter and more ragged. Astoro moved outside to try and get some fresh air, hoping that it would alleviate him. Much the opposite the pain worsened as he tried to alleviate his friend’s concern’s as they both sat down at a nearby table. As more and more time passed the pain grew and so did the concern from his friend Fyodor and the on comer Li Xiu-ying. He gripped his side trying to feign being alright though he admitted the pain not being like any other. As the question of calling a medic was brought up the retired soldier came to terms with what was happening. With what left he had Astoro fished out letters from his overcoat placing them onto the table and tried to tell his friend Fyodor to deliver them for him. However, it was cut short as the man lost consciousness and collapsed hitting the table. Not even a minute later the red sun had set for the last time.

"This, this ist beautiful." Friedrich would say to himself reading the document over with a grin.

IGN: ColdestPepsi Character Name: Astoro Jovanovsk Age: 51 Place of Residence / Street Address: Valeriya 1 Position: Tribune

Astoro heard the news from Ser Ivan a short time after it had happened. Soon after he had a moment to himself thinking back to fighting with the man during the Scyfling war until he was suddenly jolted back to the current time from someone directly talking to him.

As Amelot fell next to him in battle Astoro looked on with a face which showed absolute horror at the sight of his friend being flung to his death. He lost concentration on what was ahead of him taking a spear to his leg. He was dragged back before he could avenge his friend.

Astoro was returning to Haense when a thought came across his mind. "Victory today came at a cost, I am sorry it had to be you who payed said cost." He muttered to himself as he continued along.

Hey that’s me!

Listen, the bugs were half the fun.

Ign: ColdestPepsiCharacter Name: Astoro Jovanovsk Age: 48Place of Residence / Street Address: Valeriya 1Position: (Alderman, Tribune, or Maer): Tribune