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"In old Reinmaren history, there used to be one Lord Myni. He is said to have been able to rally enough soldiers to fill the entirety of Black Mountain, the tallest mountain of the Herceg Novi region in Banard." Leon Barclay would explain the deeplore thoroughly to his good Potte friend "Whenever this figure would appear, even the enemies of Reinmar bowed in respect. Hence the Barony is named after Myni, who in Waldenian is spelt 'Mini'. There even is a song which they warn that no one wants to see Myni go mental!" said the Barclay finally before beginning to sing said song:

Leon barclaysmirks whilst smoking a cigarette with his now Baronial cousin Dietrich. They reminisced on the history of Dietrich's father as Count of Freimark "Barclay Bargains always come full circle"

Leon prays for the senior citizen

The Reinmaren disspoet fixes his mistake!

OJ KARLI, KARLO War Song of Theoderic's Warband Oj Karli, Karlo! Father of the lilies The shortmen will also turn their back on you Oj Karli, Karlo! Take a cold shower Your friend Bakir is smiling to your face Oj Karli, Karlo! Degenerated Raev Philip will lead you thirsty across the water Oj Karli, Karlo! Your borders are so small Had you stayed with us, they would have been greater There will be no more Raevir vertushka made from Orenia's golden wheat Oj Karli, Karlo! You are awfully mad at us Because an Orenian will not sell himself for flour Oj Karli, Karlo! Why do you need food How many feasts you think you'll have Oj Karli, Karlo! You'll lose your honor When Philip takes your sheep and sends back the fat Oj Karli, Karlo! Something is wrong with you You think you are big, but you are so small There will be no more Raevir vertushka made from Orenia's golden wheat Oj Karli, Karlo! You have a terrible flow Because daddy, you have chosen the wrong side Oj Karli, Karlo! What you gonna do now? You will be betrayed by the Philip's guards Oj Karli, Karlo! We too had called you But you wanted to become the great Karl Oj Karli, Karlo! Maybe you didn't know You have flown high but you fell really low There will be no more Raevir vertushka made from Orenia's golden wheat

Leon Barclay sits in a room full of money with Frederick I, Barclaysmirking

"Now this is an efficient way to tackle the issue, hm?" commented Leon Barclay with a content nod. "And then they say King Frederick is naught about this or about that. Shut your mouth..." he exclaimed, stopping himself from going om another long rant.

Leon found himself Barclaysmirking as he exited the Acrean castle alongside his fellow harvest lords.

Leon Barclay exited a particular office together with his cousin Dietrich Barclay. They had met another of their kin... but who?

THE ACCORD OF THE FIRST HARVEST ARTICLE I: On Recognition Upon the declaration of this alliance, the Viscounty of Rivia, the Barony of Acre, and Theoderic’s Warband, hereupon named “the Allies'', do pledge mutual allegiance to one another, recognizing and support one another claims to their respective authorities upon their people, lands, and titles. Thus agreeing that: Each Ally holds the only legitimate claim to their respective titles and authorities that come with them, as follows: The Viscount of Rivia and House of Galbraith as the only legitimate claimants of the Viscounty of Rivia, and any titles vassalized under them. The Baron of Acre and House of de Vilain as the only legitimate claimants of the Barony of Acre, and any titles vassalized under them The Theoderic’s Warchiefs as the only legitimate leaders of the Theoderic’s Warband, and any titles they might obtain. None of the Allies may claim legitimacy to any of the other’s two titles or lands. ARTICLE II: On Defensive Assistance The Allies do hereupon agree to provide military assistance to one another in the event of aggression towards any of the Allies, or in the event of pending aggression. The Allies do also agree to train their warriors together whenever the chance for such is given, thus enforcing the good relations between the Allies. Furthermore, the Allies agree to not engage in military recruitment within the other’s lands, or recruit any of the other Allies’ subjects, unless both Allies agree to such. These terms shall not be upheld if said aggressor or party pending aggression is his Majesty, the King of Oren. Neither will it uphold if the loyalty of an Ally towards the Crown of the Kingdom may be taken into question. ARTICLE III: On Trade Agreement and Exchange The Allies do hereupon agree to engage in open trade and exchange between one another. These include any materials produced by any of the Allies, be it crops, animals, metal, or weaponry. Each Ally may require the others to trade any produce, and all Allies do agree that such trade will be conducted in good will, so that all parties involved may profit. ARTICLE IV: On Travel and Legal Authority The Allies do hereupon agree to allow the free, unrestricted movement of one another’s subjects or warriors in their lands, without harassment or bother, lest the individuals traveling have been found to break the laws of the Kingdom or respective Ally. The Allies do also recognize the legal authority that each of them have in their respective lands. If an Ally’s subject is found to break the law within the land of another, the Lord of the land may trial them as they see fit. ARTICLE V: On Squires and Pages The Allies do hereupon agree to allow and engage in the exchange of squires and pages between the Noble Houses of Galbraith and de Vilain, thus fostering better noble relations with their heirs and pedigrees. Furthermore, Theoderic’s Warband does agree to allow any nobles sent by the other two Allies to temporarily join them in order to learn their ways of war. ARTICLE VI: On Diplomatic and Political Cooperation The Allies do hereupon agree to engage in both diplomatic and political cooperation with one another, doing so in good faith, aiming for mutual benefit. Neither of the Allies shall offer political support for any claimants to the Allies titles or lands. ARTICLE VI: On Duration The Allies do hereupon agree that the alliance is to last a period of ten years with the option of renewal or revocation upon expiration. The Allies do also agree that in the event of political change or turmoil, they may gather to rediscuss the agreements of the alliance, doing so in good faith. SIGNED The Right Honourable, Philip Rupert Galbraith, Viscount of Rivia The Honourable, Charles Antonius Galbraith, Baron of Rivia The Honourable, Hannes de Vilain, Baron of Acre, The Lord Commander of the Petran Legion Sir Gustaf de Vilain KRE, Knight Commandant of the Order of the Red Eagle, Knight of Acre, Sentinel of His Royal Majesty, and the Champion of the Ivory Alps Dietrich Lothar Barclay, Theoderic’s Warchief, Chairman of the Banardian Party Leon Barclay, Theoderic’s Warchief, Commissioner of Legislation of the Banardian Party The Warriors of Theoderic's Warband

"Aren't two of the signatories rather south for it to be called a northern treaty?" wondered Leon Barclay

During his next visits by the aviary of Vienne, Leon, one of the Warchiefs found himself reading the letter sent by the 'Foreigner'. Taken by surprise at the letter, the young Barclay gave it a long thought. Soon after, he bobbed his head and folded the parchment, sending it to his fellow Warchief, Dietrich to hear his thoughts. @MadOne

Bombarded with a barrage of letters following the parchment, Leon takes a bit to process it on, then proceeds to make a dating profile

Leon Barclay showed the parchment to his wappenmaster friend Leopold von Reinmar "What do you think of it?" @kipps

Leon continues being raevcist

weed weed weed

Leon puts Crumena at the top of his list

Leon would love himelf a strong Potte or Hyspian lass

LOOKING FOR WIFE To my to-be wife, These days I find myself in strange lands, far from my home in Reinmar. I have seen many beautiful women in Oren. Yet, I have found myself still unable to find any good classes to court, and marry as per Canonist tradition. Thus, I extend my offers for potential wives to the entirety of the Kingdom. I am a full package, good and noble ladies, I will keep you happy and make your friends jealous that your husband is so unfathomably based, as the youth say. If you are reading this notice and you want to be the wife of one of the best people out there, do reach out. Without further ado, here is what I offer, I hope this Barclay Bargain finds you well. WHAT I OFFER: I will do the dishes every other day I can provide excellent father jests I’m handsome and blonde with nice looking eyes I will cook for you (I can only cook pretzels and Waldenian sausages) I am good friends with his Majesty Frederick I (he invites me over for dinner every Friday) I am cousin of Dietrich “THE IRON DEFENDER” Barclay (he can defend you in case I can’t) I am very pious (my great uncle is the Pontiff) I love Acre (x3) I love Rivia (and my Va’count) I have never been caught consuming illegal substances I will encourage you do whatever you want and pursue your career (I’m progressive) I am Barclay (Waldenian and rich) I am NOT Ra*v I have a good looking fade I'm a politician (I keep all my promises) WHAT I'M LOOKING FOR: Is a woman (and human) Has never been jailed or trialed for the possession of illegal substances (doesn’t mean she hasn’t done them, just not caught) Body count is below the reasonable value of one (I need a good canonist wife) Her family has no medical history of diabetes, alzheimer’s, obesity, heart disease, hemophilia, thalassemia, albinism, cystic fibrosis, sickle-cell anemia, marfan syndrome, duchenne muscular dystrophy, huntington disease, polycystic kidney disease types 1 and 2, tay-Sachs disease, phenylketonuria, galactosemia, familial hypercholesterolemia, rett syndrome, fanconi anemia, kartagener syndrome, xeroderma pigmentosum, hereditary spherocytosis, tuberous sclerosis, Von Hippel-Lindau syndrome, kearns-Sayre syndrome, pearson syndrome (negotiable) Is NOT Ra*v (non-negotiable) Is STD free Is NOT my direct cousin (I am not Raev, I’m not into that) If you, dear contender, fill all these criteria, please do reach out to me, Leon Barclay (IGN: GoodGuyMatt2k ; Discord: GoodGuyMatt#3284) SIGNED, Leon Barclay, the Ultimate Bachelor, Warchief of Theoderic’s Warband, Commissioner of Legislation of the Banardian Party, your To-Be Husband.

"Holy Based, as the young ones in the church say" mused Leon Barclay

THEODERIC'S WARBAND Taking after tribal Reinmaren military traditions, Theoderic’s Warband emerges in this day and age to rekindle the practices of olden days. The Reinmaren have always defined themselves as free folk since their ethnic conception, and continue to be so to this day. Their leaders swear loyalty and pledge to princes and kings, but the liberated souls of their tribes remain free. Chief Theoderic’s cultural significance in ancient Reinmaren history admits just this. “Theodorik’s folk, in a rare and paramount moment for the Waldenians, refused to obey their elder clan.” So write the modern accounts of the feud between Theoderic’s and Galimar’s clans, the latter of which were higher in the cultural hierarchy of the time. Nevertheless, Theoderic in full Reinmaren spirit, flapped open his free wings, branching off from his own brethren. Thus too, in the same spirit, do the warriors of Theodric’s Warband emerge. Aiming to protect and expand their tribe, indulging themselves in the olden Reinmaren hunger for battle, struggle and adventure, founded by the Barclay cousins Dietrich and Leon. HIERARCHY Differently from other bands or military groups, the Hierarchy of the warband is a simple one. Composed only of two ranks, those of the warriors, and the warchiefs who lead them. WARCHIEFS The higher of the two ranks within the warband, the Warchiefs of Theodric are seasoned warriors who have shown the ability and devotion to lead the heap of warriors. Whilst most major decisions are made by the band as a whole, the warchiefs usually serve to train their brothers-at-arms, and lead them in times of war. WARRIORS The core of the warband, the warriors make up the majority of the Warband. They are brothers at arms, who rally at the call of the warchiefs, or may even gather amongst themselves if they so deem worthy. The Warriors of Theoderic enjoy the freedom to do just about whatever they desire, with the only limitation being the ability to join other armies or orders while being part of the warband. They usually war different varieties of armors, being given choice to attire themselves with a variety of armors and uniforms, depending on their expertise. DYNAMIC Much like the Reinmaren warbands of old, that of Theoderic remains a rather ‘loose’ one. Its warriors are typically not shackled by many things that being an army’s soldiers would. Outside of their training and rallies, they usually remain free to act to their heart's content, with not many necessary obligations to fulfill aside from staying part of the band and being loyal to it. On this account, it is only normal that the warriors within the band grow to have relationships similar to that of brothers, or ‘war brothers’, as they call it. This is prominently admitted in the way warrior-to-warrior relations work within the lot, or even those between warriors and warchiefs. For example, if a warrior happened to insult one of the warchiefs, there’d be no set rules or laws for the man to be punished. Instead, it is up to the warchief on whether or not he allows his persona to be disrespected. This sometimes may lead to duels and conflict within the warband, something that the Theoderican warriors respect and carry out with honorable Reinmaren grace. Such dynamic within the warband lead to stronger bonds being formed between war brothers, be they chiefs or not, and each warrior’s behavior is countered by their brother’s direct response, instead of set rules that deduct their behavior. This varies in times of war and struggle, and a warrior is more incentivised to follow their warchief’s lead, for they understand that disunity in times of battle can easily be their downfall. It is worth noting, however, that the band operates more as a group of individual united in the common cause of the band's well being and expansion, instead of an auxiliary or mercenary company. ENLISTMENT Those brave and willing to become members of the Warband may do so by reaching out to any of the Warchiefs, currently being Leon Barclay (IGN: GoodGuyMatt2k ; Discord: GoodGuyMatt#3284) or Dietrich Barclay (IGN: Madone2k ; Discord: Mad#2647). Additionally, the following form might be filled and sent to the Warchiefs through aviaries. Enlistment Form: Full Name: Age: Gender: Race: [Username: ] [Discord: ] WER RASTET, DER ROSTET Leon Barclay, Warchief of Theoderic's Warband Dietrich Barclay, Warchief of Theoderic's Warband

"Oh no he unlocked the premium version of Raevspeak!" cried Leon

BARCLAYMAN: FAR FROM HOME Long had it been since he last visited Karosgrad, or any populated area really. Six, maybe eight years since he was amongst any society. Leon had left before Sigismund III’s death, under whom he had become a page. He was young, still in his twelfth year, he had departed to conclude the trials set up from his house, the Trials of the Stallion. He had completed his Humility trial, set to work the fields for months, he had grasped a notion of what manual labor was, despite being of noble blood. It hadn’t saturated his hunger for work, on the contrary, it had deepened it. He didn’t know what life was, he had barely seen any of it, yet, he was told much about it. After long months of idleness and meditation, he made up his mind. Two trials he had left, those of the Lone Hunt, and the Pilgrimage of Saint Tylos, trials that would take the average Barclay about three or four months to complete at most. But he didn’t want to be the average Barclay. It was excellence he was after, dedication and pride. Much he had read of his ancestors, Wilheim and Brandt Barclay, from whom he descended. Living a youth filled with ancestral veneration, he wanted to become like them, he wanted to set a legacy, to become one of the distinguished. Some would call this a trait of pride, a sin in a good amount of contexts. He knew this, and simply nodded to the idea. It was pride he was after, glory and legacy. After all, it was in his blood, any Barclay worth his salt would have at least felt the same ambitions once. Leon took the first step that all took, deciding to run the next steps that were to come. He committed to his resolve, and set for his trials, but this time, he knew he wasn’t coming back anytime soon. Years he spent on the road, hunting and pilgrimaging, finding himself through travels. It didn’t take him long to complete the hunt, he had been trained by abled Reinmaren warriors, he was prepared. Yet, he didn’t appear home as he was expected the fourth month, neither did he within the year, or the year after. From one forest to the other, from one path to the next, Leon Barclay’s teen years were spent amongst travelers, caravaneers, and sometimes even bandits, though he’d not tell such in public. He was raised in the world he had not known about before, and he stayed strong to his resolve. Many events transpired during this period, so many that they could fill a book, but at the end of it, Leon was a new young man. Now in his eighteenth year, he decided to come back, and traveled to Reinmar, his home. He went to his old room, still unkempt by the Illatian maids within the Whileburg castle. He met his family, Ser Reinhardt his grandfather, Ser Emil his father, Herman and Reinhardt II, his brothers. A few months later, he disappeared again. This time not away from civilization, but towards it. With newfound experiences and knowledge, his Barclay blood called to him once more, this time to a new land, a land of opportunity. He set to travel to the Kingdom of Oren. Long was the journey, but he didn’t mind. He entered the city of Vienne, much smaller than her predecessor Providence. He searched city square and tavern, he seeked for a familiar face, which he hadn’t met yet. Then, it appeared, wearing a military beret above its head, short brown hair unlike his, poking out of its headwear. Despite the difference in color of hair, Leon greeted his cousin, Dietrich Barclay. He had read about him, his Savoyard origins, and his ambitions and plans in Oren. He’s why he came to such strange lands, far from his own home. His blood-seeked exploits, hoping Dietrich would offer saturation for such hunger. To Leon’s luck, it appeared he did. Welcomed with open arms, the Barclay cousins merged into a single effort, their ambitions aligning, their goals parallel to one another. It was more than Leon had wished for. Only a couple hours into their union, the cousins were already called to serve the King through service-at-arms. The threat of a Carrion vampire and an accomplice olog within the square of Vienne presented itself soon after Leon’s arrival. With a sense of what some people would call bloodlust, the Reinmaren lad made quick to jump into the action, years of experience in the treacherous roads had shaped him to act such. The threat was quickly eliminated by those guards present, including the Barclay cousins. With a Barclay’s efficiency then, Leon made haste to find work, his callused hands wished for nothing but work, and so he was hired under the Inquisition, experiencing himself with the notions of law and its upkeep, perhaps in hopes of gaining valuable experience in such for later down the line. Two years later, the Barclay cousins had worked towards their goal. In oldened Reinmaren fashion, they had founded a Warband, that of Saint Theoderic, named in honor of the old Reinmaren Chief, Theoderic. The two believed they had found the reincarnation of the oldened chief, as the tribal Reinmaren myths went, the chief were to reappear. They found this myth come to life in the person of Valens Vlastos, once a bartender they found in Oren, they saw in the man what other Barclays soon were to see. The spirit of their Reinmaren ancestor. Valens were brought to Reinmar soon enough, where he was to complete some of the Trials of the Stallions, which he accomplished with almost inhumane capability, further concreting the Barclays’ beliefs. Valens, or the “Uber Chief” as they called him, where to meet with a council of Reinmaren elders, with Ser Reinhardt at the front, the old sage of Reinmar, with decades of experience and wisdom, he confirmed in Valens what the rest of the Reinmaren suspected, the spirit of Chief Theoderic. There, in the church within Wilheburg were the King Paramount Reinhardt met Valens, it happened, an apparition! A man dressed in white, beautiful and shiny clothes descended from the roof of the church, so witnessed the Reinmaren gathered around. Any Barclay recognized the apparition, it was Saint Nicolas, their kin, who appeared as he had before. As the Saint descended, he recognized Valens as the reincarnation of the legends and the myths, blessing him as the Uber Chief. Thus, it was set in stone, Valens joined the Warband, to be trained as the Chief he was to be, to be shown the ways of the Reinmaren living within his soul, for which it roared. The Warband had grown now, and it continued to do so with other notable members like Marro, Leopold and Martin Barclay, Waldemar von Reinmar, and others. Things were looking up, Leon felt the same sense of accomplishment he had when he decided to leave his home before. He saw it as a sign that he had made the right decision once more. Now far from home, he had found a new one, continuing work with his cousins and brothers from the Warband, the young Barclay looked ahead to what was to be his life, one full of fresh opportunity and glory to achieve. With the first big project as the founding of the Banardian party alongside Alstreim friends like Mathilda, Leon felt confident as ever. Anyone who’d meet the lad would see a wide smile on his face, as if having found peace.

"Oh me, oh my!" exclaims Hieromonk Ernst