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Full Name of Man - Adelmar von Kanunsberg Date of Birth of Man - 1944 Name of Woman - Isolde Sturmweber Date of Birth of Woman - 1937 Location of Ceremony - Temple of Waldenic Martyrs - Kretzen | Reinmar Date of Ceremony (Year) - 1973 Name of Clergyman who performed ceremony - Father Gregor

Yvon Galken wept for the loss of his uncle, resigning himself to his room as he mourned alone. Father Gregor, once Robert Stroheim, read the letter sent to him, tracing the lorraine as he appraised the Galken, who, in his own way, was something of a son to him, "You were a good man. Impetuous and flawed, as all men are, but honourable and courageous, as all Reinmaren are. May your soul find peace, child of Yvian."

Father Gregor throat sang Reinmaren tunes of old as he applied green war paint over his face with care, staring at an artistic rendition of Leon Barclay the First, that looked back in what would have doubtlessly been pride.

The Stroheim Patriarch dawned his panoply of war as he made for the training pits, in preparation of the conflict to come. "Age deprives me of much and leaves melancholy in its stead, but I know I shall never tire of delivering judgement onto bastard heathens." Father Gregor said, to no one in particular.

ERGEBNISSE DER LANDTAGSWAHLEN Results of the Landtag Elections Issued by the Lawspeaker of Reinmar in the year of our Lord 1970 SÖHNE UND TÖCHTER VON REINMAR, THE LANDTAG ELECTIONS have concluded, and with it, we welcome many proud Reinmaren into positions of government. Running over the course of three saint days, the people of Reinmar have made their will known, and have elected among its flock those who will tend to the Kanun as Lawmen. Let it be so that I, Gregor von Langenkirch, Lawspeaker of Reinmar, welcome Baldric von Kretzen and Anselm Barclay into the ranks of the Landtag, to act as the first Lawmen in Reinmar’s history. They shall serve diligently and better the lives of their kin with their actions, destined to serve a tenure of four years at minimum. However, it is in addition to this that I, through my power, appoint Burlous Wick to act as the Lawspeaker’s Lieutenant, to work alongside myself and the Lawmen in the pursuit of our duties and the bettering of the rules that govern Kretzen. May he serve as the Lawmen will serve, with distinction and honour in their chosen duties. WER RASTET, DER ROSTET, HIS LORDSHIP, Gregor von Langenkirch, Lawspeaker of Reinmar, Chefarzt of Reinmar, Ritter of the Order of Saint Tylos, Patriarch of House Stroheim, Baron of Langenkirch,

Father Gregor turned his head away from the missive and closed his eyes- feeling a sudden burst of melancholy after he read over the positions he lived his entire life around in Minitz.

THE REINMAREN LANDTAG ELECTIONS DIE LANDTAGSWAHLEN | THE LANDTAG ELECTIONS Issued by the Lawspeaker of Reinmar In the year of our Lord 1969 ÖHNE UND TÖCHTER VON REINMAR, LONG HAS IT BEEN, since the position of Lawmen has been utilized. However, with the unity of Reinmar and Minitz, and with the restructuring of many government proceedings and documents, never before has it felt more of potential and more of need. Thus, I, Gregor von Langenkirch, as the Lawspeaker of Reinmar, have taken it upon myself to resurrect the position to serve a greater purpose in the interests of the Reinmaren people. Those who serve the Kanun as Lawmen will be its tender. They will represent the people in matters of trial. They will correct laws as required, and create ones when needed. And some may go beyond that in aspirations. A good lawman after all is more often than not an indicator of a future Lawspeaker, to hold supreme power over the Kanun and organize the sacred Moots that Reinmar is known for. The candidates for the position of Lawmen go as follows: - Anselm Barclay - Adalfriede von Hexenwald - Anton Barclay - Baldric von Kretzen So it shall be that THREE Saint Days will the Reinmarens have to cast their vote to vote on the new members of the Landtag, of which only TWO may be elected into office. OOC I. You will have until the end of the 27th of March to vote. After that point, the votes will be locked in. You may vote for a maximum of TWO candidates. OOC II. To vote, take one(or two) paper (The Moothall will have a chest filled with it), and write the following with /notes write: i. “I [Full Name] do so elect [Nominee Name] as the new Lawman of Reinmar, which I serve.” ii. Then, type /notes sign iii. Repeat for your second vote if applicable, then deposit the papers into the hopper next to the chest filled with paper. WER RASTET, DER ROSTET HIS LORDSHIP, Gregor von Langenkirch, Lawspeaker of Reinmar, Chefarzt of Reinmar, Ritter of the Order of Saint Tylos, Patriarch of House Stroheim, Baron of Langenkirch,

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"A rare day when I approve of Caelia. Perhaps Balian does not take too well to the darkspawn tests because it takes away from their natural citizen population - Ha!" Father Gregor laughed before putting away the missive.

Behind his helmet, Robert Stroheim made a serene face, as he thudded a fist against his chest in salute to the United Kingdom of Aaun, which he had spent the better part of a century fighting for.

"And this one I'll give to my son- and this one I'll wear for myself-" Robert Stroheim said, cycling over the renditions of clothing before settling on the Damsel, "And this one I'd give to my wife- IF I HAD ONE!"

Robert laughed in unabashed glee as he marveled at, and then put on, his Noble hat.

IGN: TheShadowMatrix RP Name: Robert Stroheim Persona ID: 78819

Robert Stroheim shed tears of joy, dreams formed decades past coming to fruition.

FULL NAME: Robert Stroheim AGE: 80 PRIOR EXPERIENCE: Decades of experience in monster hunting and fighting; numerous Templar trophies of slain darkspawn. METHOD OF CONTACT: theshadowmatrix(discord), TheShadowMatrix (in game)

You were the one who got me minitz pilled. Good luck to you Herzog 🫡

Good catch, added.

[T3] CRAVEN’S BANE - ACTIVE A cowardly combatant is antithesis to what a Templar stands for. Their benefactor's ire towards the craven manifests through this ability, where, upon focusing on their inner courage, they may target a specific foe and pull them closer towards the fight. Notes: Got the inspiration for this spell after xMuted's dauntless charge. Whereas some magics like Paladin put emphasis on ranged capabilities in some of its aspects, Templarism will always be close and personal at its core, similar to a Khornate Berzerker. They want to get within melee range, they want to get in the thick of things. During a crp encounter I spent roughly 15 emotes chasing a darkspawn, always being 1 meter away, but being able to do nothing because both of us ran 8 meters and sacrificed an action emote in order to do so, before ending with me giving up. This isn't a spell designed to be able to automatically pull anyone no matter their distance, which is why its max range is limited to 8 meters. Its just to catch that one guy and have an opportunity to attack, or the guy that sticks in the back bowing everyone from the comfort of distance. This is also why a person can only be targeted once no matter the number of templars. While the idea of spamming this on an undead as they scream surrounded by 5 templars pulling them back is funny as hell, that'd never happen. You got one shot. Use it wisely. [T5] WILL MANIFEST - ACTIVE Malchediael’s Radiant Templars at their foundations are descendants who exert their strength of mind and spirit to produce tangible effects on the world around them. Their will made manifest, they are capable of bringing into existence their patron’s blessing for a more prolonged defensive role, to see the Templar through even in the maelstrom of combat. As a Templar’s only true ally in battle is their weapon, their Will Manifested will deem the Templar dishonorable should they disregard their first drawn weapon. Notes: We (Hugo and myself) wanted something worse than Bulwark but more long lasting, which led us to Will Manifest. We also wanted to further the use of the Templar's bound armament as a catalyst for more spells. The idea originally was a full suit of external armor with a set hit durability per wound type, though we scrapped that in favor of leaving some regions open and some protected. There's no room for major wounds because if you wish to block against powerful attacks, use bulwark. During the brainstorming and getting some thoughts from other people, one person suggested we don't have the armor stack with currently worn one, though we couldn't find a way of implementing that without making the spell useless. You will almost never find a templar without armor unless they occasionally walk into ambushes, and standard armor by reliability alone will always be better than this. This is meant to be an addon, not a replacement. Special thanks to @HugoAntero for brainstorming and writing these spells with me. Additional thanks to the templars and people we consulted for feedback (you know who you are but I'm too lazy to mention all of you)

Robert Stroheim read the missive and rubbed his eyes, the Templar of 50 years sighing, "Not this shit again. Next they'll be calling us Paladins."

Robert Stroheim, floating in the bottom of a glass, read Yvian Galken's letter through inebriated lens, and wept for the loss of the man who made him a Ritter, so many decades ago. He thudded his wrinkled fist against his chest as per tradition, and spoke absently. "God bless you, Reinmaren exemplar. The world grows darker with your absence, and its ideals, more corrupted," making an oath of moment to name a descendent after the departed Gryphon, before remembering he was drunk, and passing out following a fat rip.

Reports in the streets of Kanunsberg arose, of an aged Baron randomly screaming "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" and high-fiving Minitzers as well as startled and confused Frank refuges in a high and drunken stupor.

"Brother." "A hero's burial awaits." The words spoken were almost sarcastic in nature. The battle had not ended. The din of war had made itself known through screaming Minitzers and roaring Franks, though in this moment Robert had reduced it into a dull annoyance on the outskirts of his attention. Yet he could not leave his brother's body to bloat in the battleground that had encompassed their home. His arms heaved and reeled as clumps of dirt were taken from the earth, cupped by a rusted shovel, and deposited. Brotherhood required loyalty, not friendship, but Saxton's death had been a hard blow to stomach. They had no guarantees of any of their survival, yet it hurt all the same. Robert dropped the shovel, kneeling before the mass of bludgeoned pulp. He rested a hand over the body's eyes and closed them. He had no words to say, nothing that would matter. The Baron lifted the wreckage of his brother's frame and gently placed it in the open grave, filling it with the dirt he had scooped. The man's brows furrowed as he looked at the severed head of the body's killer, The Lord of Bones, still leaking its contents onto the thirsty soil. He grabbed it by its hair, and mounted the Frank Leader's head upon the heft of his Templar Banner with a wet crunch. Robert drew the ebony hammer he had claimed from the engagement, and incandescent flames leapt at the contact, wreathing the Warhammer's head in holy fires of ivory. He shed a tear for the death of what once was, before moving to rejoin the fight with renewed vigor.