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”Love him or hate him, he ist speaking facts” Brandt Barclay huffed idly as he read the letter to the Emperor ”Demons und inferni... or whatever in Horen’s balls these things are do nicht sound like they are going to wait fur people to sort out their Wars” he commented before putting the letter away ”Gott, hilf uns” he’d conclude

Brandt Barclay sighs as he looks at the report, his features radiating sadness, if not a hint of fear too. His head shook as he finished read8ng the helpful information, setting the paper to rest on his table. The young man then took a walk around Reinmar's battlements, his hands crossed behind his back as he didn't speak nor make much unecessary and extra noise "Gott hilf uns" he said under his breath as he looked towards the fields stretching before him "At least wir have helpful people keeping us updated" he'd continue "Though it would be gut to nicht have to be updated on such matters" he concluded before looking to his bill-hook polearm, reminiscing the last fight with the Inferni with the HRA boys. The young man then moved down, heading to the smithy as he began grinding and undulling his arms and armor, preparing for whatever was about to come next Siol let out a loud huff as he read through the parchment. The elf then put it back with the rest of his letters as he continued on about his path, reminding to not get too close to Korvassa as he wasn’t in the mood for this.

Brandt Barclay begins wondering what happened to Buck noos, his mood just slightly saddened than usual as he begins missing the best Haeseni noos source.

Neato little story. Always enjoy one of these👍

Brandt reads through the missive with a perked brow before sighing to himself ”Could the world get any wierder at this point?”

cries in male 😞

"Normally du would think war brings out deaths und battles... though this one seems to have brought the desire of Orenians to have balls" Brandt Barclay commented in a low tone, huffing as he'd read the invitation, shaking his head before chuckling to himself as he went on about his work.

Brandt Barclay, a Haeseni smith smiled as he read through the study, finding it helpful and nicely put together... starting to read through it as he’d sit atop the walls of Reinmar, watching out towards the fields of wheat.

Brant Barclay smiles as he gets ready for some parading

Brandt Barclay would flinch lightly as he’d hear the roar, sitting atop the battlements of Reinmar. The young Barclay’s brows furrowed as he looked towards the sky, releasing a sigh. ”Quite the time to be alive” he jested to himself, speaking neutrally and casually as he kept pondering around the now dark and lightless fields stretching before the keep ”First Scyflings, then a war against the Empire... but of couse, that’s not enough” he sighed to himself, his head tilting down and starting to shake ”Couldn’t forget to have der Himmel and its stars falling on us” he paused before waving a hand in dismissal ”Though all these... Daemons – or whatever in Horen’s balls these things are were necessary to make the times better. Der weird alter Mann was richtig” Brandt started reminiscing the talk he had with the hermit just some hours ago “Vielleicht, es ist better to open way und let whatever has to pass do so” he concluded as he then fell quiet, his eyes gazing around the sky and earth, and then from earth to sky, his mind troubled.

Brandt Barclay reads through the recordings as he sits by the fields of Reinmar, his lips forming into a smile as he goes through the information with much interest and quite some excitement about him ”Ich have always wanted to get more familiar with the commoner, though prettier Blumen” he stated lightly, writing a note to himself to go and see these flowers up close in Kaedrin sometime, and perhaps even pick some up.

After some bit, Brandt would notice his mistake as he’d huff to himself, trying to fix it for the rest of the invitations as he giggled lightly to himself ”Let’s hope some random person named doesn’t Onamea show up.”

[!] Wedding invitations would be sent to a good portion of the Hanseti people, and some more to other individuals around Arcas A Haeseni-Illatian Unity The Union of Brandt Barclay and Adrianna Vitale “After the many-years-long war between the Scyflings and the Kingdom of Haense, we now have one less enemy to worry about. May those bravely fallen be forever commemorated! However, the threat of the impact of the new war upon our lives still remains, as such threats remain for generations and generations on end. For this reason, both me, Brandt Barclay, and my dear to-be bride, Adrianna Vitale, find the immediate future to be the best time for us both to show and validate our love for one another before our Godan, family and friends. So we happily and delightedly invite the following to our wedding, which shall be held in the grounds of Reinmar, on the 12th of The Grand Harvest, 1777:” Invitations: The Immediate Family of the Bride and Groom His Grace, Erwin @Miniguy15736 of House Barclay, Duke of Reinmar, and all the members of House Barclay All the Members of House Vitale The Noble Houses of Haense: His Excellency, Konstantin @Xarkly of House Wick, Lord Regent of Hanseti-Ruska, and all the members of House Wick His Royal Majesty, Josef Sigismund @CaptainHaense of House Barbanov, King of Hanseti-Ruska, and all the members of House Barbanov His Highness, Josef II @importanthippo of House Alimar, Grand Prince of Muldav, and all the members of House Alimar His Grace, Petyr II @NJBB of House Baruch, Duke of Valwyck, and all the members of House Baruch The Most Honorable, Viktor @Zanthuz of House Kortrevich, Margrave of Korstadt, and all the members of House Kortevich The Most Honorable, Fiske III @Sander of House Vanir, Margrave of Vasiland, and all the members of House Vanir The Right Honorable, Aleksandr @AndrewTech of House Ruthern, Count of Metterden, and all the members of House Ruthern The Right Honorable, Hektor @Nathan_Barnett36 of House Stafyr, Count of Nenzing, and all the members of House Stafyr His Lordship, Ruslan @HogoBojoof House Amador, Baron of Montstadt, and all the members of House Amador Other Houses: Ser Marcus Erhdhart @Sarven, Honorable Knight of Haense, and Master to the Groom, and all the members of House Erhdhart Buck Dirtgrub @Buck, and all his Frogs Ionian Mackensen @Lickspittle, and all the members of House Mackensen Fredrick Ludovar @Dogged, and all the members of House Ludovar Yung Merc @rukio, brave ally of Haense, friend to the Groom, and whomever she calls family Bishop of Haense: Alfred Cardinal Jorenus @Froschli, Archbishop of Jorenus and Bishop of Petrovic Friends: Eugeo de Astrea @Suicidium, friend to the Bride and Groom Adryana Baelius @MotherLay, friend to the Groom, and her husband Basileios @MCVDK Elayne @AstienGreenhart, friend to the Bride Sacul Risha @Frymark, Armsman of the HRA and student to the Groom Caesar @Gamer1578, friend to the Bride Edmund Bren @Sliw, friend to the Groom Dele Seregon @Demented_Delila, friend to the Groom As well as the entirety of the Haense Royal Army ”We hope that by the grace of GOD almighty you may join us in our celebration, where not only we will be holding the ceremony as usual, but will also continue with some Hanseti celebrations and games, including drinking contests, games, and much more for both the gentlemen and ladies to come!” - Brandt Barclay and Adrianna Vitale

Siol freezes in place as he learns of Jack’s death, his breath quickening and eyes widened in shock. The man falls to his knees, wherever he would be as he’d look down to the ground, droplets of water falling on it, the source of which were the elf’s eyes. He then took out his sword as he struck the tip to the ground, his head remaining dipped “Rest in peace, you tough bastard” he uttered, not knowing to believe it, though knowing for a long time now that he would have to deal with this death. Siol then gets up, his posture still uneased as he went through his memories with his dear friend Jack Reynolds through his head, whilst starting to sing “Jack Was Never”, laughter and tears intertwining as his emotions were unsteady, the elf continuing on about his path. Brandt Barclay would reminisce of the times he had seen Jack, remembering vividly when he’d hear the sounds of Jack crying on the walls of Haense, though he had been to busy defending the walls to offer his assistance. The young man looked down as he spoke gently “Möge er in Frieden ruhen”

”Never thought ich woul see this day planned” Brandt Barclay said with chuckle, smiling as he learns of his brother’s wedding, preparing his good clothes before going back to planning his own wedding.

Brandt Barclay mourns for the dead king as he begins reading the report, dipping his head to his king, who in acts was more Hanseti than Orenian, if at all. He then continues reading the letter as he takes a glance of his cousin’s – Alfred’s – name, as well as his own being mentioned ”Nice” he utters lightly before finishing his reading and then going on about his own business

This is now the singular reason I look forward to waking up everyday... my life is complete!

Brandt Barclay perks a brow as he stumbles across such a prohecy. With brows furrowing then and eyes squinting, the man tilts his head as he things ”Those first zwei first lines sound awfully close to ein reference of Haense” he says to himself before continuing to read on as the word “TOADS” would be seen written; his eyes widen in surprise ”Oh dear Godan, don’t tell me Buck and his frogs will have something to do with this” the young man would then sign the cross over his body, hoping GOD is merciful enough to not utilize the power of Buck to bring an end to the world.

A reply had been pinned by that of Lillian “What I don't have inside is a parasite that feeds on my lifepower and uses my own emotions against me. It appears the enemy has an inside source in this scenario."

Man give me some more time to spend my money first!!!

[!] Following the publication of the last two missives, that of “THE RISE OF THE NEW LORD OF GEHENNA” and “Shades of Gehenna and Farrador”, third missive would be seen hanged close to them, more information resting on it. The “New Lord of Gehenna” - Ally of the Shades ”To whom it may concern, If you have followed some of the recent publications and missived across Arcas as of recently, you most likely have come across one or two others, which related to a topic similar to the one that will be touched in this one. I know this because of the many letters and responses I have gathered from my last missive. The attention drawn has been both favourable and unlikable to me, though I will utilize it to the best of my ability in order to inform the masses on the situation of both Farrador, Gehenna, and of the world we live in today. To begin with, I have to say, my days as a monster slayer are rather long gone at this point, let alone shade hunting. My last missive was not published so I could declare my acts and initiative of shade-slaying by steel, but rather to let it be known of what is going on, which I feel is my duty to convey such information, since I know not many have been fortunate to take it. Now, one of the first letters that arrived to be were from the so-called ”Good and New Lord of Gehenna”, inviting to ‘talk’ to me for some reason. My experience through life, however, has taught me better than to go around chasing flatterers, and especially those who claim to have done the impossible, which would be to kill shades. After setting on a quest for more information, I found just the one that supported my hypothesis, which I slightly touched on in my last missive. From the information I have gathered, I have come to the conclusion that the act of this ‘brave’ and ‘masterfull’ fighter known as Dael’Debol II, was in fact not the individual that he claimed to be. Documents and older missives I was able to find seem to talk of some Dael, who was presumably an ally of the shades. An image of said man that I was able to gather will be found just bellow. *A picture of said man would be hanged on the poster* I personally have not met the man who claims to have purged the shades, but the information I was able to gather depicted this “Dael” as “chaotic”, “loud”, and overall one that would make jokes, perhaps even labeled as crazy. The connection I would draw between the two, though not knowing him much, was the way that the letter he sent to invite me to talk approached me. It came in the shape of an almost comedic-looking creature, fat, feathered, and overall something you’d either see a crazy man or jester use to deliver his letters. In no way, shape or form did this creature give me any impression that it would belong to someone skilled enough in the art of warfare to defeat a shade. Aside this, the information I was able to gatehr also labeled this Dael as the adopted son of Lockezi. Not knowing this Lockezi at first, I want to deeper searching before I found an image and description of this shade... which immediately reminded me of the same figure I had seen back in Farrador’s grounds during some of the festives held there. As it turns out, this Lockezi Ithelanen was also one of Ducem Vyasaldris’ guests and friends from Gehenna, as well as being a “Shade Father”. Now it appears his allegedly adopted son has claimed the place to be purged of his own allies. *A picture of who was said to be Lockezi Ithelanen would be hanged on the poster* Due to these and more warnings as well as facts I was able to gather, it has been made clear to me that Gehenna still remains a dangerous place where either shades or allies of them nest! Knowing this, it also concerns me more of what has become of the Order of the Monster Slayers knows as the Orrir’Ulrall, the fortress of whom lays not too far from Gehenna, and whose current leaders stray not far from being Shades or allies of them at the very least. It saddens me deeply to see the guild I helped build and forge with both blood and sweat falling into such a position, but it is something I see as necessary. If I were you, I would not trust not only the current “Lord of Gehenna”, or leadership of the Orrir’Ullral, for both seem corrupted like shades are corrupted by their parasite. I myself, Siol, as mentioned before do not seek to slay shades with my sword or go around hunting them. This information has been made known to me and I am making it known to those who need it. May you remain safe from such dangers, and I hope my missives help you in this pursuit. Siol”

On today’s episode lore that’s going to make you beg for a PK***

On today’s episode of Lore that’s made to kill us... +1

Siol, being a man of his word didn’t have any reason to out such information, and if he trully did have ill and decieving motives about the situation, he would take action before. However, seeing as he now sees Gehenna as a higher threat, he still feels for Farrador and doesn’t want the place to keep getting corrupted, especially after being told by his friend Jack that another potential shade ruled Farrador with the original one. Siol would continue on about his travels, shaking his head as he’d remember all the good memories of Farrador before the lust for power and the association with such vile creatures would take over the guild that he helped forge into shape.

If Siol had heard this, he would wonder as to why he was not allowed on the guild IRPly, taking into consideration that he left the place on good terms before going on about his own way peacefully. Not to mention, Siol would also wonder as to why people would think he had hit his head when he was younger... it would surely take a working brain to help lead and grow such a guild from 5 to 6 people, and up to 25 or even 30 when he left it, after learning how crooked and corrupt the place had become.