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SUMMONS TO THE HERZOGRAT OF MINITZ Issued by the Herzog Minitz in the year of our Lord,1928 AN DIE GEEHRTEN ÄLTESTEN VON MINITZ, I hereby summon the Herzograt and the Herrenhaus, to convene for important matters requiring our immediate attention following the conquest of the Franklands. Your wisdom, expertise, and guidance are of utmost importance in shaping the course of our domain in these trying times. We shall gather in the Herrenhaus Room of the Castle of Kanunsberg to discuss matters of significant importance that pertain to the welfare and progress of our Duchy. Your counsel, derived from your noble lineage and seasoned wisdom, is indispensable in charting the course of our realm. Prepare yourselves by arming your intellects with knowledge and insights, bearing the sacred responsibility that accompanies your esteemed positions. Bring forth any parchments, missives, or reports bearing pertinent information that may illuminate our path forward. As the trusted advisors of the realm, it is upon your shoulders that the burdens of leadership rest. I implore you to exhibit unwavering dedication and honour, ensuring the welfare of our subjects and the preservation of our ancestral Reinmaren heritage. May our gathering be graced with solemnity and purpose, as we engage in discourse that shapes the destiny of our fiefdom. The following members are hereby summoned to attend the Herzograt Her Grace, the Duchess of Minitz @Autty His Lordship, Wilheim Barclay @Lord of Boars The Erstkanzler, Chieftain Karl von Theonus, Thegn of Einmont @Aubade The Warchief, Cisyn Grima @TMET The Herrenmeister, Sir Yvian Galken @Sarven The Lord Bailiff, Sir Ludolf Barclay @Gandhi The Lady Herald, Eloisee Veiel @Aimy_lol Chieftain Robert, Thegn of Stroheim @TheShadowMatrix The Head Steward, Anette von Theonus @TaytoTot WER RASTET, DER ROSTET His Grace, Brandt I Wilheim Barclay Herzog von Minitz KIH, KBS, KRE, GMSTSR Duke of Minitz, Count of Neu Brandthof, Viscount of Tucay, Baron of Boriënwald and Brandthof, Lord of Durres, Grand Peer of Aaun, Warden of the Franklands, High Chief of the Reinmaren, LORD VANDALORE

SUMMONS TO THE 3RD SESSION OF THE 6TH WALDENIC DIET Issued by the Lord Vandalore in the year of our Lord, 1928 HERREN UND DAMEN VON WALDENIEN, By the authority vested in me, Lord Vandalore, I, Brandt Barclay hereby summon the Electorates of Waldenia to convene at the upcoming Waldenic Diet. This assembly will serve as a follow-up for important deliberations and decision-making that have been made during the 2nd Session of the 6th Waldenic Diet. The following members are hereby summoned to attend the Waldenic Diet: The Electorate of Merryweather-Alstreim, represented by His Highness, Heinrich II Lothar. @Olox_ The Electorate of Bishop-Ostervik, represented by His Lordship, Aurik Bishop. @Lomiei The Electorate of Reinmar-Sutica, represented by His Princely Grace, Manfred II Barclay. @Ramon The Electorate of Einmont, represented by Ser Karl von Theonus. @Aubade The Electorate of Hohengarten, represented by The Right Honorable, Konstantin von Augusten. @TheosVult The Electorate of Arentania, represented by His Lordship, Helwig von Bardenwig-Alstreim. @Zqppy The Electorate of Velen, represented by The Right Honorable, Philippa von Reuss. @ncarr Furthermore, the squire candidates for the proposed Waldenic Knightly order are hereby summoned to attend the Waldenic Diet; Siegfried von Alstreim Isavella von Theonus Giachetta von Augusten Georg von Reuss Georg Leopold Barclay Leutwin Barclay OOC : Time: 2pm EST this FRIDAY Place: Moot Hall of Kanunsberg, Minitz WER RASTET, DER ROSTET LORD VANDALORE

Brandt Barclay prayed for Valens' soul in the seven skies.

With a thoughtful gaze, Brandt examined the map, his eyes tracing the familiar contours of his lands and the Aaunic territories beyond. Smiling towards cartographical skill that took to produce such a piece; a testament to Fr. Harold's skilled hand that had captured every intricate detail, from the sprawling forests to the meandering rivers, and the formidable mountains that guarded their borders.

Brandt Barclay, perched atop the mountains of Franklands looks towards his newfound home with a dream.

[EVENTLINE TRAILER] THE SECOND FRANKISH CONQUEST A series of diaries, letters, and speeches regarding the events of the First Frankish Conquest, and initial Aevosian Landings. ACCOUNT 1 - THE LANDING Ulrich von Minitz, 25th of First Seed. We have landed in the foreboding lands of Aevos, a realm draped in uncertainty and trepidation. The weight of war that we’ve left behind rested heavy upon my shoulders as I tread upon these unfamiliar shores. The hearts of the Reinmaren got burdened with the anticipation of conflict. My path through the formidable Langkette mountains was fraught with danger, each step a reminder of the perils that lie ahead. We ventured through treacherous passages, where the ancient forests whispered of ominous secrets, and the stones seemed to bear witness to the impending storm. As we approached the imposing Langkette mountains, a shiver ran down my spine at the sight of figures lining the cliffs. Strange men stood there, their bodies cloaked in blue war paint, an eerie symbol of their allegiance to a cause that we know not of. Their swords and spears glinted ominously in their hands, shields poised for defense. Others atop horses and chariots moved with an unsettling grace, their presence casting a shadow of uncertainty upon our hearts. Duke Brandt, our battle-hardened leader, commanded a halt, recognizing the danger that loomed before us. We knew not what lay behind those painted faces, nor the depths of their prowess in battle. It was a wariness that settled within us, fueling the need for caution and strategic contemplation. A restless tension clung to the air as we paused, seeking counsel from the Herzograt, the wise counsel of our people. Their somber deliberations mirrored the uneasiness that gnawed at our souls. With heavy hearts, we forged a path forward, mindful of the unknown that awaited us. The army stood still, basking in the dying embers of daylight, as if time itself conspired to prolong our unease. With each passing moment, the Aevosians' watchful eyes burned into our collective consciousness, their mere presence a reminder of the lurking dangers we were about to face. Kilometer after kilometer, we ventured deeper into this enigma-shrouded land, our senses heightened, every rustle in the underbrush triggering a wave of apprehension. The path we sought was elusive, hidden within the labyrinthine secrets of Aevos. And yet, the Aevosians remained like elusive phantoms, shadowing our every move, their intentions veiled in a disquieting mystery. The command to advance reverberated through our ranks, setting hearts pounding and nerves on edge. All time seemed to stand still as not a soul moved. A solitary figure emerged, Sir Robert, holding aloft a horsetail banner that seemed to ripple with a foreboding energy. The banner of the Adlerwache. His words echoed with determination, stirring a courage within us all. “March, fellow warriors, unless you wish to betray your banner to the mysteries that surround us! I, for one, shall fulfill my sacred duty to Minitz and our revered Duke!" With bated breath, we followed, driven by a sense of duty and the lingering fury towards the unknown. As we stepped onto the open plains, a storm of arrows rained upon us, piercing the air with a symphony of death. The ground quaked beneath the thundering hooves of the Aevosian cavalry, their charge a menacing crescendo in the symphony of war. Our resolve wavered and heightened, our spirits tested in the crucible of battle. Each clash, each swing, each sword that met the shield, sent tremors of unease coursing through our veins. Duke Brandt's voice, steady yet laced with tension, directed our forces, shifting the tide in moments of impending collapse. He ordered Ser Yvian to charge alongside the cavalry and the Ritters, his presence both inspiring and a reminder of the fragile line between valor and oblivion. The fighting was brutal, the outcome uncertain, as unease mingled with the sweat upon our brows. A signal, at long last, pierced the cacophony of battle, and the Aevosians withdrew, vanishing like specters into the haze of war. The cost we paid was steep, lives lost and scars etched deep into our souls. As we stood upon that hard-won ground, our weary bodies bore witness to the toll of war, and the smell. Blood coated the dry and fertile land we had just won. Strangely, a lingering calm settled upon us. We had made a foothold in Aevos. Our new home. ACCOUNT 2 - LEONSRUHE Lord Bailiff, Ludolf Barclay, 31st of First Seed. Recipient: Warchief Cisyn Grima Cisyn, here is my report detailing the recent events we have experienced during our advancement in the unknown lands of Aevos. Duke Brandt commands you to summon the rest of our armies to the field in the wake of the following report. It is with a sense of urgency and a deep-seated unease that I relay this information to you, as the consequences of our actions may have far-reaching implications. You know that our initial landing was met with unexpected resistance from an enigmatic group of men, whose origins and intentions remain shrouded in mystery. Through a fierce battle, we valiantly fought our way to gain a foothold in the designated plains assigned to us by King James. Note that we suffered casualties, paying a dear price for each step forward. As we advanced further, the surrounding environment intensified the sense of foreboding that gripped our ranks. The dense forests encroached upon us, concealing lurking dangers, while the imposing mountains loomed as a constant reminder of the unknown perils that awaited. It was within this unnerving backdrop that I, along with Duke Brandt's Hirdmen, came across a peculiar structure on the open plain during patrol. The sight before us was nothing short of surreal. A monument, crafted from stacked stones, rose ominously in the distance. Yet, it was the eerie adornments that adorned this structure that caused a chill to run down our spines. Bones, suspended by leather ropes, swayed hauntingly in the wind, casting macabre shadows upon the land. The atmosphere was heavy with an unsettling energy, our senses tingling with apprehension. Upon Duke Brandt's command, I led my men to scout the monument, unaware of the macabre spectacle that awaited us. As we approached, our eyes were drawn to a gathering of enigmatic figures. Clad in black garments, their arms raised skyward, they chanted in a foreign tongue, their voices resonating with an otherworldly quality. Accompanying them were a horde of women, also donned in black attire, wielding flaming sticks. They screamed like animals as they charged towards us with feral abandon. In that moment, a paralyzing fear gripped us all, rendering us motionless and wide-eyed. The sheer surrealism of the scene before us defied comprehension, leaving us momentarily stunned and unable to process the gravity of the situation. It was as if we had unwittingly stumbled upon an ancient ritual, a macabre dance with the forces that dwell beyond our realm of understanding. It was only when Captain Frode rallied our spirits with a resounding defiance, hurling insults at the chanting strange men, that we regained our senses and swiftly counterattacked. The clash was brief, and they stood no chance. We fought all the way through the frenzied mob towards the monument. However, it was at this moment of clarity that we made a chilling realization. This was not a battle; the strange men stood atop a colossal funeral pyre. One of the surviving women ignited the pyre with her flaming stick, and the field transformed into a blazing inferno, engulfing the bodies of the fallen Aevosians. It was in that horrifying moment that the gravity of our unwitting participation in a massive human sacrifice fully dawned upon us, casting a pall of darkness over our souls. These events, Cisyn, are ill omens. We make camp now. The enigma that surrounds us grows ever more perplexing. We do not know the consequences of that action. I convey this report to you, Cisyn, to ensure that the gravity of our circumstances is duly recognized and deliberated upon. Make haste, and bring the Eulenwache here immediately. We need men. Yours faithfully, Sir Ludolf Barclay ACCOUNT 3 - OFFICIAL DECREE Erstkanzler, Sir Karl von Theonus SÖHNE UND TÖCHTER VON MINITZ, It is thus by the decree of the wise Herzog Brandt Barclay, that all these documents be officialized and be available to the public, and that many of their functionalities be utilized immediately. It is with a grave sense of urgency that I address you today. Recent events in the lands of Aevos have unveiled threats and enigmatic forces that demand our utmost attention and preparedness. As we stand on the precipice of the unknown, it is imperative that we take decisive action to ensure our continued safety and advance the cause of our conquest. We have witnessed firsthand the unsettling presence of these mysterious forces, the very essence of which sends shivers down our spines. It is in the face of these uncertainties that we must band together, drawing strength from our shared purpose and determination. In light of these events, I hereby issue this decree, calling upon the brave tribesmen of Minitz to mobilize and aid in the construction of a fortified settlement near the enigmatic monument we encountered. This new settlement will serve as our bastion of strength and security. We shall raise our city in its place. Through the combined efforts of our people, we shall erect walls that rise tall and strong, providing us with a sanctuary amidst the unknown. Our unity and resilience will be our shield, protecting us from the lurking dangers that surround us. I implore every able-bodied tribesman to heed this call, as our collective strength lies in our numbers. Together, we shall bring forth a legacy of valor and fortitude, leaving an indelible mark upon the annals of history. Let it be known that this endeavor serves a dual purpose – not only will it ensure our safety, but it will also contribute to the greater conquest for our home. Our commitment to the cause shall forge a path of triumph, and the fortified settlement will stand as a beacon of our resolve. Therefore, I call upon the tribesmen of Minitz to rally behind this cause, for the time has come to build our future amidst the mysteries of Aevos. With every swing of the hammer and every stone laid, we inch closer to our ultimate victory. May the spirits of our ancestors guide us, and may the strength of our unity shield us from the darkness that encroaches. Together, we shall prevail. UNWAVERING UNDER THE SUN, Ser Karl von Theonus. ACCOUNT 4 - THE SPEECH AT KANUNSBERG Herzog, Brandt I Barclay Men of Reinmar, Gather 'round and listen well, for I have words to share that shall steady your hearts and ignite the fire of confidence within your souls. Know your own strength within you, my warriors! I have been a witness to the immense strength and unyielding spirit that resides in each and every one of you, following the wars and battles you have endured. These lands of Aevos have tested us, my brave warriors. We have faced these enigmatic savages, and have witnessed strange events that would make even the stoutest hearts tremble. Yet, we have not faltered. Through perseverance and unwavering determination, we have carved a place to call our own amidst these foreign lands. Kanunsberg, our newfound city, stands! It marks all of our resilience and triumph. Yet, our journey is still far from over. The lowlands still hold the presence of those mysterious men who harass us. We shall not cower in fear of them, for it is our duty to clear these plains and claim them as our own. No longer shall we be spectators to the unknown. We shall stride forth with unwavering courage, guided by the strength of the Reinmaren that flows through our veins. I, Brandt, stand with you not only as your leader but also as a fellow warrior, seeking to calm your restless hearts and inspire confidence. Let it be known that I believe in each and every one of you. Your spirits are unbreakable, your resolve unyielding. The path ahead is fraught with challenges, my comrades, but I have no doubt that together we shall conquer them all. We shall banish the shadows that haunt these plains and carve a future that shines brightly with our triumphs. The legacy of my good father, Herzog Leon rests deep within us, and it is this legacy that shall guide us to victory. Therefore, cast aside your doubts and fears, my fellow warriors. Rise up! Our destiny awaits! Let the drums of courage beat within your chests as we march forward, united in purpose and unwavering in our pursuit of victory! For the Reinmaren! For Kanunsberg! For the glory that awaits us! WER RASTET, DER ROSTET! ACCOUNT 5 - UNKNOWN Last night, the crying of the children kept me awake, and I had a terrible vision. I saw the fall of our city, bleached with blood under a crimson sun. Minitz, in ruins. Our churches defiled. Our treasures scattered over the plains. And the terrible cries of our women moved Saint Tylos to tears. My son, sit with me for a while, so that I might tell you about our city. For soon, our family will be entrusted to you. We Reinmaren are a civilized people. Ours is a warlike way. The rule of law, and the pursuit of glory. As warriors and settlers, we have brought these new lands under our own. Yet, in strengthening Kanunsberg, we have stretched ourselves thin. And now, as I look out from our beloved city, I see us surrounded by many dangers. Study our people, and our enemies, my son. Be ready. Do not let the dreams of Old Man Leon come in ruin. ACCOUNT 6 - BLOODIED JOURNAL This account was found on the bloody corpse of a Reinmaren officer. Writing this quick, gotta share what I heard. Something strange is happening out here, and I can't ignore it. Gonna check it out, see what's going on. These lands near Kanunsberg, they give me the chills. Shadows creeping, and whispers filling the air. Can't shake off the feeling that danger's lurking around every corner. Came across a hidden spot, surrounded by ancient stones. Symbols carved deep, mystifying as hell. It's like we've stumbled into some forbidden territory of the savages, where their secrets are kept. But that isn't the worst of it. I heard them, voices chanting in a language I can't understand. Something dark's being summoned, something beyond our reckoning. I can't ignore it, gotta see with my own eyes what's unfolding. Writing these words now, grabbing my gear and heading towards the source. I can't sit idle, waiting for answers to come to me. I gotta seek them out, no matter the risks. Wer Rastet, Der Rostet. ACCOUNT 7 - THE BATTLE OF MAXWELL’s HEATH A Minitz warrior. In the heart of the Frankish conquest, there flew a banner so immense, it defied the heavens. It was the blood-stained banner of Waldenia. Sewn by the late Lawspeaker Maxwell in a fit of divine inspiration, it is a symbol of our Reinmaren brethren and the struggles we endured during the Mori War. I can still recall the moment we unfurled that colossal banner on the battlefield. It fluttered proudly in the wind, bearing witness to our resolve. As we rallied under its towering presence, we knew that we faced a formidable foe, but we were undeterred. The battles that followed were fierce, each clash marked by bloodshed and the clash of steel. Our hearts beat as one, united under the banner's gold, a blazing monument to our unbreakable spirit. Amidst the chaos, that banner became our guiding light. It urged us onward when hope wavered, its sheer size an embodiment of our collective determination. We fought with an unyielding ferocity, driven by the yearning for a land to call our own. With each passing battle, the banner bore witness to the sacrifices made on those hallowed grounds. Every inch of its vast fabric was tainted with the blood of our comrades and foes alike. It became a somber tapestry, a symbol of the lives given in the pursuit of our shared dream. I can still vividly recall the pivotal clash that left an indelible mark upon that banner. The Battle of Maxwell's Heath, Saxton calls it. The enemy pressed upon us, threatening to extinguish our flame. Amidst those horrors of war, a miracle unfolded, attributed to the late Lawspeaker Maxwell; a revered figure within our ranks. It is said that his spirit, still watching over us, intervened in a moment of desperate need. In that dire moment, we rallied around the banner, drawing strength from its presence. It became a rallying point, a symbol of our unwavering resolve. As the battle raged, the banner became drenched in the blood of our fallen kin. It became a solemn reminder of their sacrifices, a testament to the price we paid for our freedom. We fought not just for the banner, but for the ideals it represented - unity, courage, and an unbreakable bond to our tribe. Through the trials and tribulations of the Frankish conquest, that banner stood tall. It witnessed our triumphs and our losses, forever etching our story upon its tattered fabric. Now, as the Frankish conquest draws to a close, the blood-stained banner of Waldenia rests above the Langkette, where we crossed for the first time. It surely is a revered relic, a tangible reminder of the battles we fought, the lives lost, and the unbreakable bond that binds the Reinmaren. May its massive form and blood-soaked cloth forever inspire our future generations. May they remember the struggles we endured, the sacrifices we made, and the unyielding spirit that flowed through our veins. The Mighty Banner of Waldenia is a reminder that freedom is never easily won. ACCOUNT 8 - A DECIPHERED RUNESTONE. Frankish Runestone. Before the days of the Warden from the Sea, long before you can remember, these were our lands. Granted by the gods, we communed with our land and it sustained us. We were not confined to these hilled encampments as we are now.. The Warden, to no right, has claimed these lands as his own. He has hunted our lands to barren wastes in vain pursuit, logged our forests to build his castles. Bastardized the Holy Stones to his God of Flame. For this, he has angered the gods. The spies have returned reports of the Warden going on a hunting trip within the Eberswald in a month's time. For his hubris, he will be punished. The Warden's folk from the sea will suffer one thousand times what they have suffered unto us. Let it be known that the gods have heard our cries, and their divine justice shall be delivered upon the Warden and his kin. Ulf inscribes this curse upon the stone*: From the sea ye came, On accursed tides. Poached our game, Stole our hides. Your city is gilded, Your gold shall rust. Since for glory you built it, Your legacy made dust. *Author’s note: The precise syntax of the curse has been altered to maintain the rhyme.

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Brandt receives a copy of Ulrich's poem in his tent, reading over it momentarily as he is washed with sombre emotions. He smiles, looking towards Ulrich's tent next to his. 'You are right, as always.'

Standing outside his tent in Mini Minitz, Brandt reflected on his difficult decision to leave his father's city behind, feeling the weight of it on his heart. He gazed out at the sunny Savoy landscape, watching as the sea shifted with the changing light, and felt hopeful for a new future on the horizon, across the seas, remembering the last words of his friend and the Lawspeaker of Minitz, Maxwell. "Thank you, Maxwell."

DECLARATION OF THE END OF REGENCY Erklärung des Endes der Regentschaft Issued by Herzog Brandt Barclay, in the year of our Lord, 1923 SÖHNE UND TÖCHTER VON MINITZ, “Let them come to conquer, let them leave to bury their dead.” Algrim the Great Hört, hört, people of Minitz, For your Herzog has returned. Long has my journey been, Now come to conclusion. With the completion of our successful evacuation, I see it fit to relieve the blessed Regent Karl of his duties, such that he may return to his usual station, grand contributor of the realm. Let us enjoy my return in great glory, and give thanks to the Thegn Karl for his excellent statesmanship during our most trying times as a people. GOTT MIT UNS, His Grace, Brandt Wilheim Barclay Herzog von Minitz GMSTSR, Knight of the Black Sepulchre, Duke of Minitz, Margrave of Vanderfell, Count of Neu Brandthof, Viscount of Tucay, Baron of Boriënwald and Brandthof, Lord of Durres, Harvest Lord, Protector of the Aaunic Heartlands, Chief of the Minitzian Reinmaren, LORD VANDALORE

Brandt Barclay sends King James a letter, congratulating him on his ascension.

ON RULERSHIP Issued by Brandt, Knight of the Black Sepulchre. FOREWORD To His Eminence, Armand Cardinal Allobrogum, the Ecclesiastical Auditor and His Eminence, Cyrus Cardinal Albarosa, Prelate of the Clergy. @MCVDK@Mordhaund With the advice of my friend, Father Arnaud of Minitz, I have decided to apply to the Church of Canon with intent of being a part of the Blessed Diaconate of the Holy Mother Church. While I look forward to taking the examination for this ordeal, I should like to publish the truths that have been revealed to me as a Canonist Prince, in the form of a thesis, in order to complement my coming exam. Below are the works that I have undertaken as a private student of the Canon, in which I reflect on the duties of rulership. Let this be an adequate inclusion to the swathes of theses that have been penned by minds much wiser and blessed than mine. INTRODUCTION As a child, born to my late Father, Duke Leon, at a young age have I been thrust to take the mantle of rulership, and of being a warrior. While conducting my duties as the New Duke of Minitz, I have been exposed to the musings of great minds such as that of Venerable Fabian the Lesser, as well as that of Blessed Pius of Sutica, which have helped me to reinforce my worldly rule with the divine commands that our Lord bestows upon us. In this thesis, I will argue for the existence of a prophesied 'Kingdom of God' - a theoretical concept aimed to demonstrate the duty of a ruler in swaying their domain with inner piety, in order to commune and come closer to the laws applied in Canon Law. I argue how the fickle deeds of man will never be able to bring about a true 'Kingdom of God', while also highlighting why it is important for rulers to try their utmost nevertheless in the pursuit of such a high-minded, idealistic goal. ON DIVINE RIGHT As I continue to ponder the nature of the fate I have been entrusted with, as the Duke of Minitz, I have come to develop my ideas on the concepts rulership and piety. During my reign, my actions, I am constantly reminded of the authority that has been bestowed upon us, the ilk of Horen in dynastic and civil positions of power. Truly, as it has been since the dawn of Horenic tribes, it is a weighty responsibility to govern others, and it is one that must be approached with the utmost care and attention. In the teachings of our Holy Scrolls, I am reminded of the true nature of all all authority; It has been evident to Canonist scholars, that all authority in the temporal realm has ultimately derived from God, and it is only through His divine will that rulers are able to exercise power over others. This, throughout the ages has been interpreted in the form of a Divine Right by Kings, that the ruler has a supposed right, through the nature of being chosen by the Lord to be born into the Crown, to rule above others. Indeed, we see the Flexio suffix 'Dei Gratia' being utilised by various monarchs and rules in Almaris and the realms that have come before, as an implicit argument that monarchs make to signify their status as the representative of the Lord in their respective realms; His Royal Majesty, Georg I, by the Grace of Godan, King of Hanseti and Ruska His Royal Majesty, Georg I, By the Grace of God, King of Sutica and King in Atheran Salvus Her Royal Majesty, Johanna I, By the Grace of God, Queen of Sutica and Queen in Atheran Salvus His Royal Majesty, Adrian I, by the Grace of God, King of Balian His Majesty by the Grace of God, Tar-Uriel King and Protector of the Adunians Her Grace, Renilde I, By the Grace of GOD, Archduchess of the Petra In my thesis, I rely on the Scroll of Virtue extensively in order to highlight the nature of rulership and the duty that the monarchs are bestowed with God, since the Scroll of Virtue asserts that the very concept of virtue itself is in fact universal; applicant to everyone and everything; "And so I shall guide you in a theater of virtue, and the virtuous shall not live except by My Word." (Virtue 1:7) However, the issue with universal claim to a divine right and rulership is disputed within the Scroll of Virtue, through the very assertation by our Lord that all virtue is universal, and applicable to all; "I am the Lord GOD without peer. I created the earth, the seas, and the heavens. 4 And I breathed life into the beasts of the earth and the men who rule them. 5 And as I am eternal, you are transient, and there is no eternity without Me." (Virtue 7:3) The transient nature of all men who rule, the implication, nay, the assertation that all is fleeting would go to imply that no man has universal right to enact their will on the populace, for the transient nature of authority means that it can be taken away, redistributed, repurposed. A sceptical reader may point out; 'Verily, brother Brandt, for authority vested upon the monarch is transient because of their mortality; the authority that they once derived from the Lord transfers into their heirs! Thus, one man may hold universal claim to Dei Gratia!" Indeed, dear reader, such claim is true, and the necessities of managing a realm in a stable manner beget hereditary rulership, I point out to the succession traditions such as that of the Kingdom of Kaedrin through an elective monarchy. If the individuals, such as King Peter of Kaedrin, the Emperor of Oren have not earned their divine right of rulership through their birth into that status as an heir, then where do they garner their divine right from? And even if not elected, wouldn't the overthrowing of unpopular monarchs such as that of Philip II, being overthrown during the Aster Revolution be in clear violation of this supposed divine right? To this, one would argue that the very nature of a man being elected as a monarch is betwixt with the Lord's Plan, and the very fact that they were fated to be elected, or fated to overthrow the ruler garners such an individual to hold the Divine Right of the Lord, wouldn't that serve to delegitimise the very point that a misguided reader might make? Wouldn't this delegitimise the dynastic claims of House Barbanov as the rightful rulers of Haense, Novellen as the rightful rulers of Balian, et cetera? For any lowborn man who holds a sword may march and take what they seek, and if succeeded, they would garner the divine right of the Lord. This assertion goes against the very essence of the Scroll of Virtue, which emphasizes that all individuals should universally work towards virtue in the theatre of meritocracy. The notion that someone is inherently superior due to being the incumbent monarch is inherently flawed and goes against the very principles that the Scroll of Virtue preaches in all-encompassing justice and fairness. Moreover, the idea of divine right through inheritance also assumes that the offspring of the monarch will necessarily have the same virtues and abilities as their predecessor, which is not always the case. It is entirely possible for a monarch, and his heirs to lack the necessary qualities to rule justly and effectively, leading to poor governance and ultimately harm to the populace. I point out towards the contrasting reigns of Heinrik II of Hanseti-Ruska, and his subsequent heir, King Sigismund III. To refute this, an astute Scholar may point out towards the very Scroll of Virtue that I examine; "For I have ordered your station and birth, and I have established the order of things. 7 And you shall not envy the lives of others, for all virtuous paths are equal in My eyes, and all shall be rewarded not according to their station, but their virtue" (Virtue 6:6) Indeed, this section of the Canticle of Fidelity preaches against envy, and reasserts the legitimate status of rulers on this Earth as the custodians of their populace. However, I point out that this part of the Scroll contends that 'all virtuous paths are equal.' Ergo, to use this section to justify the Divine Right of the Kings is refuted when the path of the monarch is not in line with virtue, implying that not walking such a path instantly revokes the access of Kings to their divine authority. Yet, when has it been seen from man to be infallible? From my rule, I have seen that I have faltered in the path of virtue myself, and even our Vicars of Gods, our Kings, our Emperors are fickle and fallible. I point to the dethroning of High Pontiff Owyn, who has been coronated as the Vicar of God under the emanations of glory. Which Monarch can honestly and justly claim that they have never strayed from the path? Archduchess Renilde took her penance for her supposed infidelity, King Heinrik was widely known to have clashed with his wife, King Karl III has often been criticised with heavy-handed, my own predecessor, Leon Barclay had been headstrong and had a fiery temper, and I find myself bearing much the same human faults as all of us do. Does that mean that when we falter, our right to rule is taken away, only to be reasserted when we walk the path once more? Doesn't the claim of an universal right to rulership refute the Orthodox teachings of the Canon, that our Lord God is ultimately mysterious and incomprehensible? As Saint James II wrote; "Such is the divine mystery of the Virtue, that it brings contentment even when our own mind cannot." If virtue is a divine mystery that cannot bring contentment to our mind, how can we then claim that we know God's intent in proclaiming monarchs to be propagated by Divine Right? How can we even fathom, or claim to speak for the Lord's will? THE IMPLICATION AND SOLUTION While some may interpret my previous writings as a call to end hereditary rulership altogether, this is not the case. Rather, I believe that hereditary rulership is a practical necessity in certain contexts, and my aim is to present an alternative perspective on the origin of divine right. In my view, the idea of divine right can be traced back to a binding contract between the ruler and the people they govern. This contract involves a sacred pact between the two parties in which the ruled agree to relinquish certain liberties, such as the freedom to govern themselves, (rights such as this are guaranteed in almost all literature surrounding rights. See; Gradic Rights or the writings of Emperor Joseph) in exchange for the ruler's covenant to provide safety, justice, and rights for their subjects. The Covenant posits that the ruled give up some of their individual freedoms in exchange for the protection of their rights. This agreement creates an obligation to God on the part of the Monarch to protect their citizenry and to ensure their well-being. In this view, the Monarch can be considered as a servant of the people, charged with ensuring the common good and promoting the welfare of the citizens. The idea of divine right thus originates from such a pact. Instead of being tied solely to inheritance or election, divine right is a conferred mandate of God that is assumed through just governance. This means that a ruler must govern with justice and fairness, protecting the rights of the citizens, and ensuring their safety and well-being. In return, the citizens give their consent to be governed, and the ruler is entrusted with the responsibility of upholding the pact, thus earning their title of 'Dei Gratia'. To point out how this system is accurate to our context, I shall point out to various states who claimed to gave a Divine Right to govern, yet did not have the consent of the people to rule. The heirs of Frederick II of the Kingdom of Oren is a contemporary example, having been overthrown by the Harvest Revolution that My Father himself participated in. In every example we see, he, who claims divine rulership through birth, yet does not have the consent of the people have ultimately presided over ghost towns and dead cities; Kings, without Kingdoms. Such is a divine miracle that, when examined closely points towards the favour that the Lord God places into the consent of the ruled, that no man may claim rulership without it. To me, this approach provides a more nuanced understanding of the notion of divine right, which is not based solely on inheritance or election but is instead conferred upon those who govern justly and effectively. In essence, divine right is a responsibility rather than an inherent trait, and it is the responsibility of the ruler to live up to this divine mandate by governing with the best interests of their subjects in mind. To prove this point, listen not to my words, but to the Scroll of Virtue itself; "And I am the Lord GOD without peer, and My order is the holy order, and My law is the virtuous law, and all the blessings of the Virtue shall serve the righteous king and servant alike." (Virtue 6:9) Those who are righteous, not only earn the blessings of Virtue, but also the consent of the people, thus, the subsequent claim to their title of 'Dei Gratia'. Thus, I argue that it is important to recognize that the authority of rulers is not unlimited, and that they are bound by the laws and customs of their societies. For even though they may have the power to make laws and issue decrees, they must do so within the confines of what is just and fair. Therefore, let us always remember the divine nature of authority, and let us strive towards a world where rulership and piety go hand in hand. Let us pray for those in positions of power, that they may be guided by the wisdom and grace of our Lord, and that they may use their authority for the greater good of all. MAY GOD BLESS US ALWAYS IN OUR QUEST FOR TRUTH AND RIGTEOUSNESS, Knight of the Black Sepulchre

Brandt Barclay would stand at the Churc of Saint Johann, remembering the memory of a man who had always been fair and kind to his people. He vows, once his thesis for the Royal Salvian University is complete to pay his respects for the man's spirit. The man who had saved his father from certain doom.

Brandt Barclay looks upon his new shiny dagger, 'Stonce', unaware of the whereabouts of the previous owner, after his had had been bashed by the men of Minitz. "I wonder if that ginger bloke truly died."

DECLARATION OF REGENCY Erklärung der Regentschaft Issued by Herzog Brandt Barclay, in the year of our Lord, 1920 SÖHNE UND TÖCHTER VON MINITZ, “So I am the Most High, and in pursuit of My Virtue, I bid my faithful this: You shall not be idle, nor forget your duties in favor of sloth.” (Virtue 4:8) Hear, ye people of Minitz, and all of my land, A proclamation bold, from your liege’s Lordly hand. Herzog Brandt of Minitz, by regal decree, Doth appoint a regent, a Lord most worthy. In times of turmoil and unforeseen plight, Our Duke incapacitated, a kingdom's plight. The need for a leader arises, both wise and just, To guide our land, in this Ducal land thus. With great care and deepest thought, After counsel and deliberation, as we sought, Erstkanzler Karl Von Theonus, a man of might, Is declared the Lord Regent, in our Reinmar's sight. A loyal servant of the Duke, tried and true, With wisdom, experience, and loyalty so true, He shall wield the scepter with utmost grace, And govern our realm in this regal place. With authority full, and powers untold, To administer justice, to be strong and bold, To conduct foreign affairs, and keep peace secure, Erstkanzler Karl, a leader so pure. The Herzograt, he shall convene, Presiding with wisdom, keen and serene, With decisions made, by Reinmar’s best, By council's advice, put to the test. So, people of Minitz, with one accord, Let us support our Lord Regent, our revered Lord, In harmony and unity, let us stand as one, Under his leadership, till the setting sun. Given under my seal and signature, This proclamation, of Ducal nature, On this 8th of the Amber Cold in the year, 1920, a time to cheer! GOTT MIT UNS, His Grace, Brandt Wilheim Barclay Herzog von Minitz GMSTSR, Knight of the Black Sepulchre, Duke of Minitz, Margrave of Vanderfell, Count of Neu Brandthof, Viscount of Tucay, Baron of Boriënwald and Brandthof, Lord of Durres, Harvest Lord, Protector of the Aaunic Heartlands, Chief of the Minitzian Reinmaren, LORD VANDALORE His Excellency, Karl von Theonus RSTSR, Chieftain of the Theonus Tribe, Thegn of Einmont, Patriarch of Theonus, Kanzler of Minitz, Lord Regent of Minitz

Artist’s Depiction of Herzog Leon Five years ago from this day, the Duke sat on his throne, his heart heavy with grief and uncertainty. His father, the previous Duke, had passed away, leaving him the daunting task of ruling the lands that had been entrusted to their family for generations. The weight of his new responsibilities was crushing him, and he found himself longing for his father's guidance and safety. As the hours wore on, the Duke felt his anxiety grow stronger, his mind racing with doubts and fears. Desperate for solace, he made his way down to the crypts beneath the palace, where the spirits of his ancestors lay in eternal rest. The darkness and silence of the crypts were eerie, and the Duke felt a sense of foreboding wash over him as he walked through the dimly-lit corridors, his torch casting flickering shadows against the stone walls. Finally, he arrived at the tomb of his father, a magnificent rectangular structure made of cold, unfeeling stone. The Duke stood before it, his torchlight casting a soft glow over the surface of the tomb, revealing the stern visage of his father's statue within. The Duke reached out and ran his hand over the stone statue, feeling the chill of the rock against his skin. "Oh father, where are you?" he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. "I need you now more than ever before. I am lost and alone, without your guidance and wisdom to light my way." He could feel tears stinging his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. He couldn't afford to show weakness, not when so much was at stake. But the weight of his grief was overwhelming, and he felt as if he were drowning in a sea of sorrow. "Why did you have to leave me, father?" he asked, his voice trembling with pain. "How can I go on without you? You were my hero, my mentor, my rock. Without you, I am nothing." He held the Crown upon his hands. "This weighs me heavily, father. Without you, who am I? For years, I have lived under your shadow, and basked in your glory. And now, you have left me and I am thrust into a world of the unknown. Even now, your old friends look upon me, with the memory of you in their minds. How will I ever live up to you?" His words were tinged with desperation and despair, as if he were pleading for an answer that he knew would never come. The Duke fell to his knees, his torch clattering to the ground as he buried his face in his hands. His heart ached with a sense of loss and longing that he could barely put into words. He wished he could turn back time, go back to the days when his father was still alive and everything seemed so much simpler. The statue remained motionless, silent as the grave it represented. And Brandt was alone, only with his thoughts, standing under the shadow that the statue of his father cast. The Duke felt a sense of emptiness and sadness wash over him like a wave crashing upon the shore. He knew he had to be strong, for his people, for his father's memory, but in that moment, all he could feel was the weight of the crown upon his brow and the crushing burden. Years passed, many moons came and went, the sun rose and descended down the Minitzian plains and forests. The Duke now sat on his desk. Many years of war had passed, many struggles had the people of Minitz gone through, all without their first, beloved Herzog. In Leon’s stead now remained Brandt, a battle-hardened fighter, a leader wise and strong, respectful and respected. Much shame he felt upon him, for many years his father had spent without proper burial. “Forgive me, father mine.” he called “I have fought and I have bled for the realm which you bestowed me. Am I worthy now? Have I led as you would have led?” he asked upwards to the skies, though found no answer “Time has come, father mine, for your final farewell. A belated farewell you shall receive, but one worthy of heroes” EIN VERSPÄTETER ABSCHIED A BELATED FAREWELL Issued by the Herzog of Minitz in the year of our Lord 1919 SÖHNE UND TÖCHTER VON MINITZ, It is with regret that I now, in such belated time, delayed by the struggles of war and conflict, do call all Reinmaren tribesmen, throughout all lands overseen by our lady Reinmaria. My august father, Leon Barclay, the previous and first Duke of Minitz, five years ago was taken from us in a senseless and cowardly act of violence during a brigand raid the East of Arentania. My father gave his life, to save that of Prince Henry's, marking his last dying act as one of heroism. My father was a man loved by all the tribesmen of Minitz. My tribesmen, who among you has my father not sheltered? Who among you has he not fed and kept virtuous? He was the one who gave many of you a home, a hearth, and a place to call your own. He imprinted his glory and honour to Minitz, and he is the reason why we stand here today. His legacy will live on through each and every one of us, for he has shown us what it means to be a true tribesman of our folk. But my friends, my father would not want us to mourn his loss, be it five years ago or today. He was not the kind of man to be swept away by emotions or to dwell in sorrow. Instead, he would want us to celebrate one another through his memory. He dedicated his life to Minitz, to every one of us. Let us remember the words of my father: "Aren't I and the next Tribesman the same? Are we not one and the same as our people? And if we die, you and I, and Brandt, the people will live on. They will continue to clash with the enemy, and they will win. White hair now covers my head, and many young warriors may claim me weak, that my hands can no longer yield the spear. Yet, our people will live through the eons, they will be there to sing my songs. They will speak of my name as their ancestor, they will say that my horse hurdles the mountains and the hills. In my land they will raise their children. My hands begin to wither, yet, there will always be tribesmen who will say that my sword split mountains in two.” - Leon Barclay, Herzog of Minitz It is by my decree, that a state funeral will be held for my father, one of merriment and cheer, a celebration for the great man that has led us in tribulation and prosperity, in war and peace, and all the four seasons. Those among you, who still to this day bear the same love that I did for my father, come and volunteer to be members of Leon's honour guard, and carry his casket for our Herzog's last journey to the Seven Skies. Afterwards, we will hold the funeral ceremony, with friends and tribesmen coming together to celebrate what my father always had been; a hero for the Reinmaren. We will tell stories of his courage, his honour, and his leadership. We will celebrate his life and all that he has done for us, and drain our cups in the great man's name. Let us not mourn his loss but celebrate all that he has accomplished, and make our Herzog smile down upon us from the Seven Skies. Let us carry on his legacy and continue to make Minitz a place that he would be proud of. Thus, in the name of his spirit, I, invested by the authority onto me as your Herzog, named Duke Leon "The Father" of Minitz. INVITATIONS His Holiness, High Pontiff Pontian IV @Balthasar The Noble Bloodlines of the Minitzian Tribes: His Thegnship, Robert Cervidae von Stroheim, Chieftain of Stroheim, and his noble tribe @TheShadowMatrix His Thegnship, Karl Theonus von Theonid, Chieftain of Theonid, and his noble tribe @Aubade His Thegnship, Ludrik Katzak von Katzanik, Chieftain of Katzanik, and his noble tribe @GoodGuyMatt The Peerages of Aaun and Allies: His Royal Majesty, Charles I, Sovereign of Aaun, and his royal pedigree @seannie His Royal Majesty, Georg I, King of Hanseti-Ruska, and his royal pedigree @gusano His Royal Majesty, Aleksander I, King of Balian, and his royal pedigree @Shmeepicus His Royal Majesty, Tar-Uriel, King of Barrowlands, and his royal pedigree @MalchediaelVult His Highness, Wilheim II Barclay von Reinmar, Prince of Sutica, and his noble pedigree @Fionn__TWG His Highness, Ottomar von Alstreim, Prince of Merryweather and the Rhine, and his noble pedigree @Ramon His Highness, Robert II de Joannes, Prince of Sedan, and his noble pedigree @yopplwasupxxx Her Serene Grace, Renilde I, Archduchess of Petra, and her royal pedigree @tilly The Right Honourable, Louis II de Rosius, Margrave of Haute-Epine, and his noble pedigree @rep2k The Right Honourable, Phillipa von Reuss, Margravine of Velen, and her noble pedigree @ncarr The Right Honourable, Jan Jazloviecki, Count of Warsovia, and his noble pedigree @Olox_ The Right Honourable, Jan Ivanovich, Count of Vaska, and his noble pedigree @Optimus420 The Right Honourable, Emir Rosius-d’Abbassia, Count of Pacidia, and his noble pedigree @exoo The Honourable, Cosima von Augusten, Viscountess of Hohengarten, and her noble pedigree @Frank_Dog The Honourable, Fernand de Lewes, Baron of Virdain, and his noble pedigree @Matheaww The Honourable, Helwig von Bardenwig-Alstreim, Baron of Arentania, and his noble pedigree @Zqppy Kith of Herzog Leon: Kato Oijin @Reckless Banzai Screamer Enrique Pinieda @tasty_cheesecake Tobias @𐰑𐰆𐰺𐰆 OOC: Place: Minitz Time: Sunday the 16th at 5pm EST GOTT MIT UNS, His Grace, Brandt Wilheim Barclay Herzog von Minitz GMSTSR Duke of Minitz, Margrave of Vanderfell, Count of Neu Brandthof, Viscount of Tucay, Baron of Boriënwald and Brandthof, Lord of Durres, Harvest Lord, Protector of the Aaunic Heartlands, Chief of the Minitzian Reinmaren, Lord Vandalore

Full Name of Man - Cisyn Grima Date of Birth of Man - SA 91 Name of Woman - Zemirah Bensoussar Date of Birth of Woman - SA 98 Location of Ceremony - Temple of Saint Johann, Minitz Date of Ceremony (Year) - 1919 Name of Clergyman who performed ceremony - Father Adelric of Reinmar

SIXTH WALDENIC DIET Sechste Waldentag Issued by the LORD VANDALORE On this 24th day of the Grand Harvest of 1919 MOTIONS ANTRÄGE ELECTION OF THE LORD VANDALORE AND MARGRAVE OF VANDERFELL Vote: Appointment of BRANDT BARCLAY as the Lord Vandalore and Margrave of Vanderfell. AWARDING OF A TORSE TO OTTOMAR VON ALSTREIM AND AWARDING OF THE FERRUM CROSS TO COSIMA VON AUGUSTEN ELECTION OF THE LORD VANDALORE AND MARGRAVE OF VANDERFELL On the 24th of the Grand Harvest, 1919, the Sixth Waldenic Diet convened on the matter of electing the supreme cultural head and protector of the Waldenic peoples. By convention established at the First Waldenic Diet, the electee was to assume the honors of Lord Vandalore and Margrave of Vanderfell and Presidency of the reconvened Diet. BRANDT BARCLAY received a nomination from the Electorate of EINMONT, represented by KARL von THEONUS. No other than Lord Brandt received a nomination, nor did any of the other Electorates express their desire to be nominated for the time being. Thus the appointment of BRANDT BARCLAY as the Lord Vandalore and Margrave of Vanderfell was put to a vote of the Diet forthwith. VOTE: APPOINTMENT OF BRANDT BARCLAY AS THE LORD VANDALORE AND MARGRAVE OF VANDERFELL JA Reinmar-Sutica Velen Merryweather-Alstreim Hohengarten Einmont ABWESEND Bishop-Ostervik Arentania The Electorate of Minitz abstained. The vote passed. Brandt Barclay was elected as the 13th Lord Vandalore and Margrave of Vanderfell. VOTE: AWARDING OF A TORSE TO OTTOMAR VON ALSTREIM AND AWARDING OF THE FERRUM CROSS TO COSIMA VON AUGUSTEN Upon ascension, the LORD VANDALORE proposed that the Diet award OTTOMAR von ALSTREIM a knightly torse, after he renewed his oaths to upkeep the Vander Code, to commend the former's effort as Vandalore-Emeritus in the upkeep of Waldenian culture and rites. The LORD VANDALORE further proposed awarding COSIMA von AUGUSTEN the Ferrum Cross for the upkeep of Waldenian customs in Hohengarten. JA Reinmar-Sutica Velen Merryweather-Alstreim Hohengarten Einmont Minitz ABWESEND Bishop-Ostervik Arentania The vote passed unanimously. Lord OTTOMAR von ALSTREIM was awarded a torse, and Lady COSIMA von AUGUSTEN was awarded the ferrum cross. THE PROMISE OF A NEW LORD VANDALORE To my Waldenic Brethren, On this 24th day of the Grand Harvest, I, Herzog Brandt of Minitz, have been bestowed the hallowed title of Lord Vandalore by the esteemed Waldenic Diet. I stand before you with a fire in my heart, fuelled by a passion for our beloved land and its people. Mark my words, for I shall make you my solemn promise. My first promise onto you is that I shall not rest until the Church of Canon blossoms with the inclusion of the Vanders. Our faith, steeped in the ancient traditions of Waldenia, shall flourish in Orthodoxy within the sacred institution. For this end, I have already begun to endeavour; A Waldenic prayer book, penned by my own hand, shall be unveiled to the masses, ensuring that our sacred ancestors advocate for us before the throne of Gott, ensuring that our sacred customs and rites are honoured as they ought to be. Furthermore, our Waldenic culture and customs shall be preserved and cherished like the way of Ottomar von Alstreim. I shall institute a weekly Waldenic diet, where the Electorates shall be tasked with upholding our proud traditions and reporting back to the diet. Let no Waldenic custom fade into obscurity, for our heritage must be protected with unwavering vigilance. But it is not just about tradition, my brethren! I promise you a future of prosperity, stability, and happiness. Together, we shall forge a new dawn, in which Waldenic people flourish and thrive. Growth of our lands, social harmony, and justice for all shall be our guiding principles, informed by the Vander Code. Let us build our customs as ones that stand strong and proud, a beacon of pride for both our ancestors, and our descendants! As I take up this mantle of leadership, I call upon you, my brethren of Waldenia, to stand with me and hear me now; Let us march forward, side by side, with swords of determination and shields of unity. Let our passion for the path of our Exalted burn bright, igniting a flame that shall never be extinguished! I am honoured and humbled by the trust you have placed in me as your Lord Vandalore. With your support and commitment, we shall bring about a new era. So let the fire of our heart enflame our good thoughts and deeds, and let us together inscribe our names in the annals of Waldenic history as the rightful inheritors of our forefathers' name. WER RASTET, DER ROSTET. Issued and proclaimed in the name of the Waldenian People, Ausgestellt und verkündet im Namen des Waldenischen Volkes, LORD VANDALORE

"Ja." Brandt cries as he holds the missive. "Justice indeed, for the murderers of Teft Barclay."

Brandt Barclay listens to the thief compose the song as he goes to work about repairing the MOOT HALL!

Herzog Brandt burst into laughter "These Katzak thieves are rather creative" he said to himself "She makes a credible claim, thief" he said to Ludrik then "Coming from the manliest of Adrians, at least"

"Shut up Elf!" says Brandt towards the fighter, who clearly has elven ears protruding from the helmet. "You don't even know human politics! Go back to the woods, ELF!" Brandt makes a shooing motion towards the nearest jungle. @Valkirey

Wilheim Barclay smiles down from the Seven Skies, as Ulvixeor honours him greatly with the honour of having composed such beautiful poems in his name.