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It took quite some time for Manfred to process what he read for it was the Lord Vandalore he had to thank for so much of his progress but he knew he must continue to carry on his duties during this on going war and therefore he couldn't not mourn for long but he took the following evening to mourn.

Manfred begins and frantic search for something to wear to his own wedding.

Manfred von Berkhoven read the massive carefully and inspected its meaning before declaring “Got mit uns.” To himself as he started walking away.

Manfred von Berkhoven quietly read over the notes mentally kicking himself for being unable to attend. Though patiently waiting for the next one so that he could make an appearance.

Holy Magic is needed, that is all.

Manfred begins to polish his armor and check every inch of his uniform as he prepares for the ceremony. “A new era shall come from this the changing of the guard.” He thought to himself as he continued to touch up his uniform.

“Gotta Mitt Uns!” Manfred cheered as he read the new document.

Manfred nodded approvingly at the work put forward by his fellow faithful.

“The Faith’sJustice shall be absolute.” Manfred stated plainly as he read the new missive.

The aged Wilhelm idly in the city square as he read the missive with excitement feeling shameful that he wouldn’t be able to shuffle is old bones into the cathedral to Witness it.

And it was the passing of time the true enemy of love and respect that came to pass. Manfred thought to himself as he penned his thoughts. “However duty it is only in death the duty ends.” Manfred though out to himself and set down his pen looking to the corner were his Halberd rested he walked over to it lifting to his shoulder. Before speaking the words he always spoke before stepping out the door. “Acriter et Fideliter.”

Manfred, once more tied a small black cloth to his uniform, first the Pontiff and now one of the cardinals, a pang of sadness crept through the young man, as he could not protect those who's time had come. "Deus vobiscum, Sanctus Cardinalis." Manfred spoke softly before going back about his duties to the church.

Manfred, removed the black sash around his arm, before placing it gently in a box for the next time it was needed but for now the time for mourning was over and the time for duty had once again been called. "Acriter et Fideliter." Manfred spoke simply as he went out to do his duty.

Manfred reviewed the document that came from the church, nodding before he moved to pen a notice to the Walden Kompanie, as to the news of this peace. "At least all that standing vas for something."

Manfred read the notice publicly to the Walden Kompanie making the views of the church plainly clear to his comrades.

“His Holiness has brought us peace let those who would consider breaking it think on his efforts.” Wilhelm nodded in agreement to his monarch’s words. For he had had his fill of war.“ Let Reinmar stand as an example to others in those our most holiest of peace.”

“The good cork of the pontiff has spared blood once more!” Manfred von Berkhoven spoke excitedly as he viewed the new missive.

Manfred nodded along as he read the list of appointment committing each one to memory as he did, so as to not mistake any of them.

Wilhelm sat in silence for a few moments it had not been long since he had good news und now pain and suffering had come for him again. The death of his friends son and his prince pained him greatly as the old man clung to life.

“Judgement has been passed and the law shall be upheld.” Manfred stated plainly as the notice was passed the Kompanie’s elected Hauptmann General.

Wilhelm nodded approvingly as he saw the new work. His feeble old body finding strength to give a quiet cheer to the newly written Grand Kanun.

THE BOUNTY OF THE SOLDIERS DAS KOPFGELT DER SOLDATEN SÖHNE UND TÖCHTER VON REINMAR, THE FIRST BOUNTY OF THE SOLDIERS TOBIAS’ BOUNTY, YEAR OF OUR LORD 1983. THE BATTLE OF THE ELFENFELD During Tobias' Bounty in the year of our lord 1982, the Host of Saint Johann and the Order of Saint Tylos heeded the call of His Holiness CAIUS I. With swift steed and Owyn's flame as our guide, we rode hard for Celia'nor, arriving a day and a half before the battle would rage. During this time, the Banners of Reinmar and the knights of the Order of Saint Jude camped out in the streets, waiting for the clamor of battle. The Pontiff took the time to speak to us and keep our spirits high. All the while, the world around them continued with Sir Stanton and myself passing around rations and any weapons that could be spared as the hour of battle drew closer. After waiting and waiting, the call to action was heard, and the Reinmaren were ready for action first. We took positions along the southern wall where we waited and watched until a cry broke out from the main gate. The enemy had arrived. After observing the enemy's movements for some time, we decided we would not serve much purpose on the walls. The Reinmaren descended to the southern gate alongside their commander the arch prelate of Celia’nor. I watched from the battlements as the Reinmaren gathered their mounts and made to charge alongside the Pontiff into the gathering of darkspawn. They rode hard, but before they could clash with the enemy, the world opened up and unleashed a horror the likes I have not seen since the Mori unleashed their great arthropods. A massive maw opened in the earth, large enough to consume a tower of any great keep. The Reinmaren were forced to call off their charge for fear of being dragged into the gaping maw. The battle continued to rage as the Reinmaren did all they could to hold back the forces of Iblees. Many a javelin was thrown, and many spears cracked. However, even the greatest of our number, Sir Stanton, was unable to find his mark as the cowardly spawn of Iblees sent their horrid magics and powers to do their fighting. Even the great daemon of their ranks, larger than five men put together, ran, rather than face honorable death at the hands of the Reinmaren. I heard of this secondhand, as the portion of the wall from where I made my observations was torn asunder by a blast. While I was far enough from the blast to live, I was thrown to a nearby roof where I was rendered unconscious for many hours before recovering my senses and rendering what aid I could before riding out of the ruined gates back towards Reinmar and home. I now sit to write this short chronicle of the events I was able to piece together from my own observations and the accounts of my soldiers. I tell the story of Die Schlacht auf dem Elfenfeld, or the Battle of the Elfenfeld. A short telling of the events of Tobias 1982 from the perspective of Feldmarschall Wilhelm von Berkhoven. THE BOUNTY OF THE SOLDIERS The Battle of the Elfenfeld was a serious test of the resolve of the sons and daughters of Reinmar. As such, even if the battle resulted in a draw that saw the enemy forces retreat after destroying a good chunk of Celia’nor, the Reinmaren answered the call of the Mother Church and fought bravely. As such, it is declared that a special Summoning of the Spears is to be held; the first of its kind in the Principality of Reinmar. This is called the Bounty of the Soldiers. A celebration of Reinmar’s resolve and remembrance for those Reinmaren who have passed. The Bounty of the Soldiers shall consist of three major parts. The Summoning of the Spears The Traditional Gathering of the Host for Promotions and Orders. The Feast of the Great Hunt The Feast of the Great Hunt a special ceremony in which the Host gathers to feast upon the game found aplenty in the Ferdenwald, and to receive special honors relating to the correlated campaign. The Ride of the Fallen A special Reinmaren Service, in which the known and unknown fallen of Reinmar are honored in Reinmaren tradition by the burning of a pyre. If any Reinmaren warriors were unable to be recovered, an empty pyre will burn in honor of all Reinmaren who have already taken their final ride to the Skies. The Bounty of the Soldiers shall henceforth be called on special sessions of the Summoning of the Spears to honor great actions done by the Host of Saint Johann, and as a way to welcome all of Reinmar into the celebrations of our dutiful soldiers, such as the grand battle at the Elfenfeld, in which great sacrifice and toil was called upon and the Reinmaren stood to answer. All Members of the Host of Saint Johann and All Peoples of Reinmar are called to attend to honor our soldiers, on TOBIAS’ BOUNTY, YEAR OF OUR LORD 1983 May Owyn’s flame always guide the Reinmaren ever homeward. WER RASTET, DER ROSTET HIS EXCELLENCY, Wilhelm von Berkhoven, Feldmarschall von Reinmar

“Now this is why I learned how to read!” The aging Berkhoven declared as he read the most recent updates to the church. “May mother church prosper!” He declared before going to bed.

“This will certainly be interesting.” The aging Feldmarschall declared as he continued to look though his paper from the days new. “Perhaps I should make an attempt as being more social for the sake of the court.”

The well aged Feldmarschall looked down at the notice on his desk. “Hmm I shall have to call for a meeting of the seats of the military to properly meet Sir Varik as a military leader.” Wilhelm said as he moved on to other papers.