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"Ich love living in the Duel Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska" nods Erich

"Gott bless Pontiff Tylos I" cheers Erich

Erich Barclay bobs his head as he begins liking the Ferryman song. The young boy would then be heard singing the song as he went about his day.

"So like... we don't get to fight Orenians and stuff?" wondered the young Erich as he huffed and puffed discontently and irritably, his eyes wandering to his unused sword as another huff and puff escaped him.

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Ser Brandt Barclay chuckles heartedly as he stumbles upon Adryana in the seven skies, branching out from a mysterious man teaching him something peculiar. The man waved with a smile "Long time nicht see." he offers her a high five then "Kind if sad you can't deny Manfred again fur some fun since you're here now... but wir can wait fur him."

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Ser Brandt Barclay awaits his fellow, younger knight in the seven skies with a high five. The man still remembered Fiske from their times in New Reza, the lad being about 10 and full of potential, a good majority of which he appeared to have had fulfilled.

Erich prepares his Reinmaren spiced tea, sneaking in some Carrion under his attire just in case the first drink proved dull. Although he knew nothing Reinmaren could be dull.

Brandt Barclay smiles and chuckles from the seven skies "Nein uncle wir won't court" he mimicked his niece from when she and her to-be husband were young still and the man went about his playful teases. "Shame ich couldn't make it" he continued before going back to the man who was teaching him all the unpatched duplication glitches

"Of course it was a Napier that makes laws encouraging crossbreeding mit orcs." chuckles Erich as he appears fascinated with the thriving Orenian law.

"How come ich wasn't taught to write a regency declaration when ich was two Albrecht?" asked Erich as he joined in with the compatriotic Reinmaren chuckling

Ser Brandt Barclay makes sure to find a copy if the new Buck News issue in the Seven Skies, smiling the sun's smile as he cheers "BUCK BUCK BUCK"

Ser Brandt Barclay doubts from the seven skies

Ser Brandt Barclay expects to see the rex at the gates of the seven skies

Even in the seven skies, Brandt remains Sir Konstantin's number one supporter and fan, as he had been throughout his entire life.

THE REST WITHOUT RUST “Wer rastet, der rostet, aber jetzt ruhe ich mich ohne Rost aus" “Who rests, rusts, but now I rest without Rust” - Ser Brandt "the Patient" Barclay 10th of Sun's Smile, 19 SA. ________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________ As Brandt closed his eyes for nearly the final time, his mind began recounting his life like it never had before, reminiscing all there was to reminisce before its final slumber. A slight, weakened smile was visible through his face "YOUTH" It reminisced on his days as a youth, the many play times and times he spent with his older brother, Manfred Barclay (@Coolcod77), and the father he had not seen in a long while, but respected dearly, Erwin Barclay (@Miniguy15736). It reminisced one of his first duels with Ser Osvald Barclay (@MadOne), who was to become similar to a father figure to the man. “Ich threw him on his butt” he chuckled “Though ich also got my back hurt” his light, rather nervous chuckling continued and continued, though it didn’t feel weird, it was a chuckle of relief, and a chuckle only those content with the passing of their lives can understand. “Can’t believe ich will meet Saint Tylos in the seven skies before Osvald” he thought “He did say ich was always the reckless one though” he thought. “MILITARY SERVICE” He remembered the time he joined the Haeseni Royal Army in his 18th year, following the family tradition, and beginning the path that led him to become a Master-at-Arms, Royal Smith, and finally Sergeant of the HRA, the latter title taking him over a decade to achieve. Many years and much effort did it take for the man to climb up the ranks, the maintenance of the training of polearms, a skill he mastered and perfected throughout the rest of his 42 years. All of them years of duty and loyalty to protect the Kingdom, the man tried his best to serve and protect his Kingdom well. He also reminisced of his mentor, Ser Marcus Erdhardt (@Sarven), who taught him most of his craftsmanship and skill in the forge. “Hopefully they have forges in the seven skies.” he thought “Hopefully ich can show und brag to Marcus how much ich learned” he thought once more, and in his mind he let a light chuckle. Artist's depiction of Brandt Barclay as a child. “SCYFLING WAR” His mind then went back to the Scyfling War, and more specifically to the story of his famously lost eye. It was the Great Battle of the North, 1755. The charge of Scyfling invaders was going to be countered by a unit of Cavalry, composed by Brandt, his famous Buck Dirtgrub (@Buck) , Ser Osvald Barclay, and numerous other brave men and women whom his now old mind could not recount. He was only 19 at the time, a rather inexperienced lad, though one filled with courage, so much courage some would label recklessness, as Osvald was later to note. They charged all in one, and the lad was unhorsed by a fearsome Scyfling fighter, one bearing an axe. He fell to the ground, and got up on his feet. As his courage - which some would label as recklessness - kicked in, he charged himself at the Scyfling fighter who had unhorsed him. His attack was dodged, and his helmeted face was met with one sent as a response from the Scyfling’s axe; a blow so fearsome and barbaric it was, that not only did it throw the lad to the ground, some say that it cut his helmet in half, whilst doing the same to his eye. As such, unconscious and perhaps half-dead to the ground, Brandt was likely to have died, and he would have, if it wasn’t for Ser Osvald’s quick reaction and initiative to pick up his younger, inexperienced cousin, and brought him into Mettreden, where he was looked over by the medics, his life saved, though his eye not. “Ich wonder why ich never changed it to ein attronach eye or whatever they’re making to switch limbs nowadays” he wondered to himself as his eyes remained closed, a light, characteristical chuckle escaping him “Thank Godan fur Osvald” It then reminisced of his free days as a youth, the time he spent with family, and the times he spent building a family of his own. He remembered the times he visited his to-be wife, the Illatian belle that filled the man’s life with joy, love, and a good amount of kids, Adrianna Vitale (@MildStatic). He remembered the contents of the letter he had prepared for her, and accounted them once more as he took in a deep breath, his mind running wild into the memories of the past. One of the happiest days of his life, that of his 22nd year replayed in his head again, the day in which he was married to the woman he loved, in the place he loved, the outer gardens of Reinmar. “Ein happy wedding” he thought “When ich see her in the seven skies it will be ein even happier ending” his thoughts went on, and then stopped, a smile visible on the man. He then remembered of the times he spent with family and friends, the mischievous endeavours he carried out with his cousin, Alfred Barclay (@rep2k) , later to become Patriarch of Haense, someone whom Brandt considered a brother. He remembered all the days drinking Carrion at the Crow’s Hearth Tavern in New Reza “We drank too much” he rejoiced in his memories, his head shaking as he reminisced “Much too much” another sniff… he began remembering the time he and Alfred drank too much one night, and how so had done another man, a troublesome one too. They had taken him out of the tavern, and thrown him on the river. “At least the lad lived” he thought “Wonder where the river took him… ah, the good and reckless time of youth, how I won’t be able to experience you once more” his voice turned melancholic, much as it had done before during his life. Artist's depiction of Brandt as a teenager “ALDERBRANDT” He then remembered of his short political years, which lasted from between his 26th and 30th year when he was Alderman, or Alderbrandt, as he would call it. Although he did not follow a political career like Osvald or is other Antonie cousin Viktor (@Borin) had, his four years as Alderman opened his eyes to the possibility of economic and business pursuit. He attempted to rekindle the activity of the Haeseni Market with his most prominent bill, The Brandtian Market Reforms of 355 ES, which he wrote with the Lord Senechal at the time, Mio Mackensen (@Mio), though it was unable to bring much to fruition in those days, as the bill was only put to implementation after the great journey to Almaris. At least he gave it a shot, and he was content with it. “SQUIREHOOD & SAINT TYLOS” He then reminisced on his squirehood, his long, very long squire hood. He had become one in 1781 FA, during his 26th year, though it lasted much more than he had anticipated. It wasn’t until 1801, when he was 46 years old, that he became a knight. Two decades it took him through squirehood, which he saw as both something to chuckle at, whilst feeling regret in his heart for having become such a late knight. However, the reasoning of his delay calmed his small trouble. In his 29th year, he had set on a voyage with his cousin, Nicolas Barclay (@Burnsider), Alfred’s son, to Kalden, so to retrieve the bones of Tylos Barclay (@argonian), the same one who later was to be canonised as Saint Tylos of Kalden in 1796. It was Tylos’ will to have been buried in Reinmar after his death, something which Brandt decided to undertake and complete, due to his respect for the Barclay figure, of whom he had heard many stories. Unable to find the bones of Tylos in his first voyage, he came back to Haense in 1791, one decade after his first departure. It was here where it was confirmed to him what his dreams on his travels had indicated, the holiness and sanctity of Tylos Barclay. It was in the square of New Reza where the “Flight of Tylos” was recorded, in which numerous people, Brandt and his son, Cedric (@Frymark) included, had seen the saintly figure travel through the skies in a White Stallion. Upon the witnessing of this miracle, Brandt decided to go back to Kalden, and swore to never come back until he had found the Relics he was searching for. About 8 years of searching later, the man returned to Reinmar where the Relics of Saint Tylos were finally stored. “All those decades of searching will all be worth it, if ich get to see Saint Tylos in the seven skies even for a fraction of the second” he’d think whilst praying his common prayer of Saint Tylos. Artist's depiction of Brandt as an adult “KNIGHTHOOD & BATTLES” It was after his return to Haense, nearly two decades of searching later, where Brandt finally settled in his homeland, and decided to not leave it again, at least not like he had thus far. It was after his journey back that the now middle-aged man finished the rest of his trials as a squire, with the last one seeing him go head-to-head with a troll as long as five full grown men, which held the strength of many and many more other men. It was at this duel where Brandt, once again, saw himself near the face of death. After a long fight with the troll, a couple of blows and the usage of fire from Carrion Cocktails, which he learned during the Scyfling war, the man was able to finally defeat the cursed trp;;, left half-dead himself, in the middle of the bridge leading to Haense. It was only later that someone found the man and brought him back to Haense, his limbs crushed and his back aching, though at the very least he survived the fight. He was then knighted as Ser Brandt “the Patient” Barclay in 1802 by Koeng Josef I, and bestowed his knightly poleaxe, named “Patience” after his moniker, by his friend and Knight Paramount at the time, Ser Boris var Ruthern (@GMRO), who died bravely fighting to protect the Kingdom from the raiding trolls in 1808. One year after his final trial as a squire, Brandt once again, was faced with yet another near-death experience. His mind went back to reminisce at it, as the old, gray man chuckled “They should’ve named me ‘the Reckless’, Osvald was right” his thoughts were somewhat muffled, as whatever was left of the man’s stamina had begun to deplete. It was during a knightly quest in Norland, where now Ser Brandt was sent together with the young Prince Heinrik II (@Rudi), Koenas Isabel (@Juli), and a number of other Knights, amongst them his friend and fellow blacksmith Ser Zoddric Calliban (@AdmiralLB), who went to fight an acid-spitting monster “Ah yes, the angry salad” joked the man in his thoughts, though he still remembered how this peculiar ‘angry salad’ had cost him his face, at least for a couple years to come. As the party of knights and king had closed into the leafy creature, it had exploded in an explosion of acid. In his attempt to protect the king, the biggest load of the burning liquid was poured onto Brandt’s face, leaving the man disfigured and rolling to the ground in pain. For the next five or so years, he held a dark mask which he forged himself, made of black ferrum. Some years after seeking medicine and a means to fix his face, so the man did, with the help and visit of someone (@altiar1011) who named for him the remedy that would help his face, it soon turned back to how it looked before. Yet, despite such many close calls, the courageous, or otherwise reckless knight saw death right into the eyes once more, this time from yet another troll. It happened at the Troll attack at the gates of Karosgrad at the 7th year of the Second Age (1803 ES). After a great number of trolls into outer gates of the main wall of Karosgrad, a great deal of brave Haeseni fighters went against the beasts so as to defeat them. Amongst them were Brandt, his squire Alric (@Louis), the to-be Koenas Mariya (@Maevlin) , and many valiant soldiers of the HRA and Knights of Haense. During the battle, as his squire, Alric var Ruthern, later to succeed as Knight Paramount, was about to get hit by a cannon’s ball in the middle of the battlefield, his mentor rushed in to pull him out of the middle of the battlefield, saving the both of them just in time and unharmed. “Maybe two reckless men do cancel out each other's recklessness” he thought as he reminisced, his mind recreating the scene of the battle, he remembered felling trees, screaming, and the sound of cannons shooting. “Bloody battles we’ve seen” he thought. Later during that battle, after felling a tree atop two of the trolls with the help of his squire, Alric, Brandt was once again caught during his act of hot-bloodedness in the battlefield, as, whilst charging on one of the wounded trolls, the man was bashed down to the ground by the hammer of another troll, similarly to how a fly would be bashed on a table with a wooden spoon. He was once again left unconscious, like the many other times of his misdeeds, and escorted into the hospital, so to be treated. The man now suffered a broken ribcage, which set him on a wheelchair for the next two years, and didn’t allow him to fully recover and be ready to fight again for about half a decade later. Artist's depiction of middle-aged Brandt "BLACKSMITH, BUSINESSMAN & LORD TREASURER" Since his youth, Brandt had shown interest in both craftsmanship - which came in the form of blacksmithing - and trading. At the age of 26, before his later departure to Kalden, Brandt founded his first business, which he called the Barclay Waffen, and through which he was able to practice and master his smithing skills to the level in which he did. Although the man had been practicing his craft for about 8 years up to this point, he only founded his first company after seeing that his skill was at one of its highest peaks. Being the main blacksmith in Haense during his days, the business was booming, as demand was high. The new businessman that was Brandt was able to tailor a few systems of commissions which made both his business more accessible, whilst giving him more and more trade to handle. As such, the Barclay Waffen prospered, though after Brandt’s departure to Kalden, it was impossible for him to continue practicing his craft and upkeep the business, as such the commissions handled by Barclay Waffen declined, although the owner was able to supply the store with standard-issued goods from abroad. After his return to Haense around the age of 42, Brandt took the reins of the business once more, and commissions, money and trade began pouring in once more. He remembered all his days and knights spent at the forge to keep up with the commissions, although it took a great deal of power to maintain, he was content and happy with his work and his business. He smiled a bit, his eyes still closed as he could hear the sounds of a forge ringing about, it was music to his ears. Soon after, Brandt also founded both the Barclay Books & Bundles™, and unified both his new businesses, as well as the Jewelry business of his sister into the Barclay Bargains™ Union. These business endeavours further increased the man’s revenue and value in Mina and Krawns alike, much as his restless work had back in Arcas, before his voyage, during which time he was said to have as much as 200,000 minas. “Ah, the money I accumulated” his mind echoed “Quite the money it was, ja… though, will ich take it with me now? Ich doubt I will.” he thought to himself in a rather unbothered manner “Eh, ich have always been lighthanded mit money anyway” he’d then smile as he himself chuckled in his mind “The 140,000 donation to the Kingdom at the auction that one day was rather funny… wish ich could have done something similar again before ich passed.” his mind and composure remained as laid back and relaxed as he had spent his life, the man then shrugged as his mind continued running through its memories, now approaching the present quicker and quicker. Showing himself to be an experienced businessman and economist, Brandt continued his pursuit of serving and goal of serving the Kingdom to his fullest potential. Doing so through enlistment into the Office of the Lord Treasurer as an Auditor and Trader, the man began managing the shops and stalls which the Kingdom owned outside of Haense. The most prominent and profitable of these was that of Norland, in which the man sold his own produce, and brought in profits. The business days ran through his mind “1,000 minas going to the treasury a year wasn’t really bad, was it? Ein gutt portion was bled in, but at the very end it nicht matters… ich see that now.” he thought, huffing in his thoughts soon after “Ein shame ich wasn’t able to find anyone with the same devotion to the Treasury before my departure… but now I leave” his thoughts went on then, he remembered the meetings with the Treasurer at the time, the initiatives he took to restore the Haeseni Market, as well as the opening of the Fur Trading Co. so it traded once more. After some years of service as an auditor and money bringer to the treasury, he was appointed as Lord Treasurer of Hanseti Ruska in 1807, at 52 years of age. He had started to gray already, and his attention had turned from warfare to money-making. “Ich really became the stereotypical old, gray man with a lot of money, didn’t I” he snorted to himself as he jested “Oh what I became” he then remembered what he had become and what he had done. Although his tenure as treasurer, prematurely ended now after 8 years, was indeed relatively short, he was content with what he was able to achieve, some of which he included in his Report as he thought back to it “Dear Godan, that whole situation was ein pain to deal with.” he huffed as he shook his head. “But danke, danke fur letting me serve this Kingdom” he smiled then as he paused, and finally… He opened his eyes. BATTLE OF REINMAR Artist’s depiction of Ser Brandt Barclay preparing for the battle of Reinmar He opened his eyes to a bloodied view. He could see the blood in his face, and feel the blood below him. His head was hurt, and so was his body. His eyes moved down then, and noticed the wooden stick penetrating near his heart. He felt it beating, but he knew it wouldn’t be doing so for long. His eyes moved to those present around him, though first it saw the big hole in front of Reinmar. It was the hole he made as he was thrown into the keep with great force. It was a force not many men had experienced and lived to have told. Brandt was one of these men. During the battle of Reinmar against the hungry and fearsome Rimeveld Trolls, the man had jumped onto the back of one of the trolls made of rock, the slow and powerful ones. He used the club of the troll he had slain, the first time he had ever used it, and he had done good, for he experienced the wickedness of its nature. It mattered little though, for he could feel he wasn’t going to last long, he had seen it in a dream, a dream he didn’t tell to too many. And so, during his fight against the trolls in Reinmar, the man had found himself behind the back of a dangerous, white one. He swung his club with all the might left in his old, graying body, and it showed effect… the troll fell to its knees. Yet, as it fell, it preserved its power, and let it down on the armoured knight, whom it picked up with its off hand, and with the might of many, many men than one can count, threw his full weight towards the sky. Those moments of flight were blurry, for the man knew it was the first and last he’d experience it. And so he fell, right into the roofs of Reinmar, falling right through with all his weight and armour, and into the room below. So he found himself when he opened his eyes, hurt, old, and ready to meet his creator. Before such an appointment though, he saw those around him, his cousin Alfred, who had been with him since his youth, and was there now for his last moments. To the side he saw the medic Aestenia Aevaris (@Maevlin), her swift hands getting to work so to recover him… but it was in vain, and Brandt knew it. He grabbed her wrist lightly, so as to tell her to not bother. He then looked to his cousin, the characteristic smile and jokes about him even in his last moments “To die being thrown like that...” he murmured weekly as he tried to give an attempt at a chuckle, an attempt that turned to nothing but choking blood. He looked up then, as he heard his name be called “Brandt” he raised his eyes as he received a reply “To die...saving your family...your land...as you taught me was important on our journey together...” and so he saw his cousin, Nicolas, before him, light as the morning’s son and warming as a white fire. “It is time, cousin. For redemption accomplished. Forgiveness repaid. Ablution actualized.” said the image before him. And so the elder Barclay nodded simply, turning to Alfred “You hear that Alfred? Ich can hear your son” he managed to say just as weakly as before. “Saint Tylos awaits us, at the end of your long journey. Just a few short moments more, and you will be in the Seven Skies.” said the figure finally. Brandt could not hear much, but he heard his cousin’s voice praying and begging for his life to continue… Yet, it became apparent that the Barclay was going to close his eyes one last time, and so he did. “Wer rastet, der rostet… aber jetzt ruhe ich mich ohne Rost aus.” “Who rests, rusts, but now I rest without Rust” Were the final words of Ser Brandt Barclay, as he now followed his cousin into the Seven Skies. ________________________________________________________________ Thus Rsted Ser Brandt "the Patient" Barclay: Lord Treasuer of Hanseti-Ruska Meyster Knight of Hanseti-Ruska Crow Knight of Hanseti-Ruska Sergeant of the HRA Royal Blacksmith of the HRA Polearm Master-at-Arms of the HRA Alderman of his Majesty's Duma Founder of Barclay Bargains, Barclay Waffen, and Barclay Books & Bundles Founder of the Black Crow Company Founder of the Shqiptar Union Father Husband Coat of Arms of Ser Brandt "the Patient" Barclay, depicting the troll he slayed ________________________________________________________________ FINAL LETTERS AND WILL Letters were prepared and set up on Brandt’s desk, as they were sent to each of the following individuals in the case of his death: ((These letters are IRP knowledge only to those who have recieved theirs)) Adrianna Vitale (@MildStatic) Cedric Barclay(@Frymark) Albrecht Barclay (@kipps) Adelric Barclay (@MadOne) Lorenz Barclay (@Diaolos_) Manfred Barclay (@Coolcod77) Friedrich Barclay (@ColdestPepsi) Luisa Barclay (@Demented_Delila) Marie Barclay (@EnderMaiashiro) Ser Osvald Barclay ( @MadOne) Patriarch Alfred Barclay ( @rep2k) Alric var Ruthern (@biggestdon) Fionn Castaway & William Calorus ( @FionnTWG & @Capt_Chief26) Koeng Heinrik II (@Rudi) Official Portrait of Lord Treasurer Brandt Barclay ________________________________________________________________ ((CLICHE OOC LINE)) ((Okay in all seriousness, absolutely my favourit LOTC and RP experience of all damn time and I love every single one of you who contributed to DaBrandt's story. Love yall, and RIP the homie Brandt o7)) ((CHARACTER SHEET)) ((FUN TIMES SCREENSHOTS))

"Saint Tylos deliver her" Ser Brandt Barclay crossed the lorraine, dipping his head as he prayed for the deceased queen.

THE SHQIPTAR UNION “Wenn sich Männer zusammenschließen, um die gleichen Ziele zu erreichen und die gleichen Ergebnisse zu erzielen, sind es nicht viele, sondern nur eine” "When men join forces to put the focus of reaching the same goals, to attain the same outcomes, they are not many, but one" The Shqiptar Union™ badge 19th of Gronna and Droba, 368 E.S. ________________________________________________________________ PREFACE Deriving from the Reinmaren word, Shqiptar, which, in itself holds the multiple meanings and can be used to refer to a craftsman, worker or master interchangeably. This would come from the old Reinmaren Chieftain Enver Hosha, who would call his workers Shqiptars, a tradition that was carried by his son Hashi Hyseni and his descendants for about four to five generations, until the word was lost, until now, with the founding of the Shqiptar Union. Similarly, what would otherwise be called a “Guild Hall” for the Union shall be called Lezha, the Reinmaren word for “Assembly”. In the pursuit to add both diversity and encourage trade within the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska, the aim of this Union, initiated by Lord Treasurer Ser Brandt Barclay, is to bring together different masters or even prospective apprentices of different crafts. It is a place where those looking to either practice or learn their specific crafts can do so, either for the benefit of the Kingdom directly, or through the providing of commissions for each different craft and its respective products. As such, the Shqiptar Union™ encourages any and all craftsmen, resource-gatherers, prospective apprentices and enthusiastic individuals to unify and work together towards the betterment of trade and the art of craftsmanship, or even the popularization of organized gathering of resources and the crafting of products using such resources. ________________________________________________________________ THE UNION Nature of the Union Initiated as a private enterprise, the Shqiptar Union™ is thus founded with the aim of being governmentalized as a Crown-Owned Enterprise (COE) for the duration of its founder, Ser Brandt Barclay’s, tenure as Lord Treasurer of Hanseti Ruska. Thus, extending the work of the Union towards the progress of Hanseti-Ruska directly, whilst also allowing for the regulation of its future depending on the next Lord Treasurer, who may governmentalize the Union once more, or simply leave it to its own progress. As such, a governmentalization edict can be expected to be placed in order by the Lord Treasurer soon after the publication of this notice. Benefits of the Union In general, the benefits which the Shqiptars, or workers of the Union will enjoy include: Availability of Commissions seeked and handed by the Union The utilization of the Guild Hall of the Union (see THE HALL OF LEZHA), including rooms for the members who are not currently established in Haense, workshops dedicated to the practice of the different crafts included, etc. The benefits enjoyed by the collective working of numerous artisans, craftsmen, and resource gatherers in order to assist one another through both direct trade within the Union. Furthermore, the Union’s Members will be allowed to both utilize and contribute to the collective advancements made within the Union to each of their crafts. Prospective Apprentices of different crafts may use the Union as a means of seeking out tutors and masters, so as to improve on their own crafts. Similarly, Masters of Crafts looking for Apprentices may seek such through the Union. Means will be provided to resource-gatherers to sell their gatherings to the Union, thus allowing an easy means of trade, as well as better trade deals for members of the Union. Freedom of being as integrated into the Union as each member enjoys being. This means that, be they members who are only looking for a medium to sell their produce, or members looking to constantly strive towards the betterment of the Union as a whole, the training of Apprentice, etc. will be welcomed to join. These and more benefits will be extended to the members of the Shqiptar Union™. More benefits may be included in the future. Benefits of the Union As come benefits, so come obligations to enjoy such privileges. Luckily, in the Shqiptar Union™, such obligations are intended to be kept minimalistic and within the bounds of reason, whilst also striving for a more efficient system of working. As such, some of the obligations of the members towards the Union will include: Those members who use the Union’s resources and tools are also expected to contribute to the improvement and maintenance of such. Upon the completion of trade with parties outside the Union, in which the deal was set up by the Union, the members are obliged to extend a small fraction of their profits to the Union, which in this trade scenario worked as the middlemen to the deal., whilst keeping the drastic majority of the profits to themselves. In the case of conflicting interests of trade between members of the Union, in which the trade was set up and overseen by the Union, the members are obliged to have a meeting with one another and the Master Shqiptar, in order to come to a resolve of the conflict. As presented, the obligations included are meant so to ensure the further betterment of the Union, and the smooth running of the enterprise. More obligations may be included in the future. ________________________________________________________________ THE UNION'S STRUCTURE Master Shqiptar Being the head and leader of the Union, the Master Shqiptar is in charge of both leading and overseeing the progress, needs and wants of the Union, including the management of its members, the seeking of any trade deals, the further recruitment of craftsmen into the Union, etc. The Master Shqiptar may or may not hold a craftsmanship profession of their own, though nevertheless has it as their job to maximize the efficiency of the Union and its members. Portrait of Lord Treasurer Ser Brandt Barclay, Founder of the Shqiptar Union™ Currently being held by Ser Brandt Barclay, its founding member, the Union’s succeeding Master Shqiptar is to be chosen by the current Master Shqiptar, who may or may not be a Lord Treasurer of Hanseti-Ruska, depending on the circumstances. Shqiptars Being one of the main and most prominent ranks amongst the Union, the Shqiptars are the men and women who are masters - or otherwise established adepts - of their respective trades. These include masteries in different craftsmanship professions, including, but not limited to: Blacksmithing Jewelry Smithing Alchemy Woodworking Magic Architecture, Tailoring, etc. Shqiptars may or may not be teachers who apprentice new prospective craftsmen, depending on their desire to do so or not. These are the Union Members who use the resources gathered in order to make valuable products, be it for commission or for further retailing. As of now, the Shqiptars of the guild will have no specific leader per craft other than the Master Shqiptar, who will overlook the The founding Shqiptar members of the Union include: Ser Zoddric Calliban @AdmiralLB Shqiptar Blacksmith Juliette of Ossiriand @yandeer Shqiptar Blacksmith and Botanist Vladislav of Woldzmir @Hephaestus Shqiptar Alchemist Amaryllis @Oriaros Shqiptar Alchemist, Botanist, and Tailor Resource Suppliers Whilst Shqiptars specialize in the turning of raw materials into valuable goods through craftsmanship, the Union’s suppliers, as the name suggests, are individuals who specialize and work on the gathering of these resources. Be they more common resources like coal and ferrum, or rare materials such as high-end metals, or herb-gatherings, any sort of resource gatherer is sure to find a valuable place in the Union. Although no suppliers were part of the founding members of the Union, the role of such is more than available to be taken, as this rank enjoys the same privileges and obligations as the rest of the Union’s members. ((OOC: Accepting grinders for common Vortex materials as well!)) Depiction of a Union Trader extracting resources at the Haeseni Mines Apprentice Shqiptars Being the prospective craftsmen of the Union, the apprentice Shqiptars are members of any age, who have shown interest in the improvement of a specific craft. As such, depending on the availability of tutors for each respective trade or craft, the apprentices will be able to find a means of learning and improving upon their desired craft through their inclusion to the Union. The structure of teaching and apprenticeship, as of now, will be left in the open, so to give freedom to both the tutors and their potential students on how to conduct their lessons. From the founding of the Union, the three founding apprentices were: Edmund Terrance @BoyWonderr Apprentice Alchemist Tavisha Barrow Apprentice Alchemist Beauregard Arkwright @MakeshiftDoggo Apprentice Alchemist Depiction of a Shqiptar training his apprentice. Traders With craftsmanship, trade becomes essential, so to convert the produce of hard, masterful work into income and a way of providing. As such, much like the Treasury Traders outlined in the Office of the Royal Treasury, 360 ES. the Traders will function to sell and retail the goods provided by the Shqiptars across Almaris, whilst also encouraging national Haeseni trade. Additionally, in the case of the governmentalization of the Union during the leading of a Treasurer as its Master Shqiptar, these Traders can be part of and function as Treasury Traders. Depiction of a Shqiptar Union™ traders selling the products of the Union’s Shqiptars. ________________________________________________________________ HALL OF LEZHA After the unfortunate departure of the Enchtantry from the lands of Hanseti-Ruska, the guild hall previously used and expertly overhauled into both living and working quarters shall be renamed into the “Hall of Lezha”, the meaning of which was explained at the Preface of this notice. The Hall will be available to all Union members, and living quarters will be handed to those members who have not yet been established in Haense, though nevertheless are active around the Union and its activities. Furthermore, workshops for each of the practiced crafts will be provided, so that each Shqiptar may be given a place to freely make produce, train apprentices, etc. The Hall of Lezha may later be expanded depending on the demands of the Union, as it will also be used as a place of gathering amongst the Union members, drop offs for the suppliers, and more. Lezha is located at Lorena’s Wharf IV, at the Haeseni docks. Depictions of the exterior and interior of the Hall of Lezha. ________________________________________________________________ RECRUITMENT As mentioned, the Shqiptar Union™, meant to be an accessible enterprise and means of promoting both trade and craftsmanship, is open in its recruitment of members from any background and specialization, as long as it remains within the bounds of Haeseni Law. This means that, whilst mages are more than encouraged to join, Dark Magic still remains outlawed, and thus practitioners will not be allowed into the Union. Otherwise, the Shqiptar Union™ is open to anyone and everyone. In order to be recruited, a message can be sent to its Master Shqiptar, as of now Lord Treasurer Ser Brandt Barclay @GoodGuyMatt [IGN: Reinmaren ; Discord: GoodGuyMatt#3284], or the following application may be filled and submitted alongside this notice: Application Format: Full Name: Applying Role: Age: Profession/ Trade: (Shqiptars only) Accepting Apprentices?: Haeseni?: IGN: Discord: Signed, His Excellency Ser Brandt Barclay KC, Master Shqiptar of the Shqiptar Union, Lord Treasurer of Hanseti-Ruska

"I do say to always chase the bag..." commented Ser Brandt Barclay as he paused a bit "...But GODdamn"

Not many days after the publication, a Waldenian version of the song would find itself published about: DIE BALLADE VON AUGUSTUS FLAY Translated by the great Reinmaren scholar Erich Erwin Barclay, Baron von Sigradz, Chieftain von Isolrich Aufgeführt von Corwin Alstreim für der Northern Geographic Society Bankett zum 50-jährigen Jubiläum 1. Mein Name ist der alte Augustus Flay, Der Feuerstein-Banditenkönig. So viel diffamiert in den letzten Tagen - Zu meiner Verteidigung werde ich singen! 2. Der alte Godfrey hätte keinen Thron Wenn nicht für mich und meine - Er schämte sich, in meine Richtung zu schauen, Aber er hat uns mächtig gut bezahlt! 3. Wir Banditen haben sicherlich für Furore gesorgt Als wir in Orens Hof ankamen! Über den Adligen stand ich groß und stolz - (Obwohl ich eigentlich ziemlich klein bin!) 4. Obwohl hart zu meinen Gegnern Wurden sie gnädig verschont Durch meinen charakteristischen Schal, Was ein Anblick darunter ist! 5. Meine Streitkräfte eroberten Seventis. Salvus und Hanseti - Irgendwann wurde mir klar Der König, den ich verdient habe! 6. Denn in meiner Jugend nannten sie mich Prinz Trotz meiner bösen Art - Und ein Prinz sollte eines Tages den Thron besteigen, Also habe ich mein blutiges Banner gehisst! 7. Ich rief meine Soldaten an meine Seite Und sagte ihnen, wir würden rebellieren - Aber der einzige König, den ich jemals sein würde Regiert ein König in der Hölle! 8. Aber da waren Verräter Diese Männer, die ich für loyal hielt Und sie teilten die Neuigkeiten über meine Pläne Mit dem Horen Königlich! 9. Er hat mich verbannt, um auf See zu leben - Eine Strafe, die am schlimmsten ist, Denn ich habe nie gelernt Genau wie man schwimmt! 10. Jetzt stecke ich tief in der Hölle fest, Direkt neben dem Denier, Mit Unholden, die mich für immer verspotten Da brenne ich hier im Feuer! 11. Aber wenn ich nur noch eine Chance hätte Um alles noch einmal zu machen - Ich kann nicht sagen, dass ich etwas ändern würde, Auch mit diesem Ende! 12. Denn sie haben meinen Namen in historische Bücher geschrieben, In Gedichten, Liedern und Theaterstücken! Und diese Tatsache wird mich warm halten Bis zum Ende der Tage! 13. Ich wäre vielleicht nicht intelligent gewesen, Oder tugendhaft oder gebadet. Aber ganz Oren fürchtete meinen Namen Und meine blutige, scharlachrote Klinge!

"Bet" replied some Reinmaren with great Waldenian skills

shouldn't say we're going through this path "together" if we're not including my unviewed 72 hour old thread 😔