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Full name: Ruslan Baruch Age: 20 Are you willing to partake in the hunt?: I guess lol ((IGN)): Sarmadon (big don)

Duke Ruslan Baruch shook his head at the writer putting his late father Matyas Baruch as the current Duke of Valwyck. Regardless, he signed up for the tournament. TOURNAMENT SIGN UP LAST NAME: Baruch FIRST NAME: Ruslan AGE: 20 ((MC NAME)): Sarmadon ((DISCORD)): Sarmadon#1404

Ruslan Baruch sighed deeply upon hearing the news delivered by his cousin Andrik Jan Baruch. He had been delivered similar news three times before, all three being people he loved dearly. As he did for his father, Ruslan waited until night fall before riding out the gates of Lichtestadt towards a nearby hill that overlooked the lake near his home. "Until we meet again, Aedymamej." Reaching down, he lifted up his set of bagpipes before blowing in to the mouthpiece for a few seconds. With his goodbyes said, the Duke of Valwyck mounted his steed and rode back home. Ser Aleksandr Vyronov sat under a tree near the empty tournament grounds of Karosgrad, his reddened eyes signaling he didn't take the news well. He slowly rose to his feet, looking over to a boy of four years. He ruffled his hair as he walked past him, motioning for him to follow along.

Grimmur'Rax banged his head against his helmet in preparation. "AAAAAAAAAAAH."

He waited until all was quiet and dark in Lichtestadt, avoiding the members of his family the entire day while he took the time to mourn the death of his father. Bagpipes in hand, he solemnly marched towards a nearby hill to say his final words. "Matyas Baruch - Mah papej. Ye' had some problems fer' sure, but Ah' think ye' were jus' doin' yer' best. T' be murdered by a craven in cold blood was nie way t' go." He sighed, turning to lift up his bagpipes. "Ah'll do my best, papej. Ah'll miss ye', but Ah'm sure ye' an' mamej are happy t' be together once again." He took in a deep breath, blowing into the mouthpiece of the bagpipes for a few moments. With his final goodbye said, he began returning home to his family.

Ruslan Baruch closed the door on his father, Matyas Baruch, who had been shouting about how Scyflings were going to attack Karosgrad soon. He shook his head, reaching in to his pocket as he decided to read the newsletter he recently obtained. "By GODan. ." He said upon reading the section that mentioned Isabel. He put a hand over his heart, his eyes closing as he slowly started to accept what the Hearsay had been saying. "My Aedymamej is a bedswerver. . ." He muttered, tearing up the newsletter and marching off to find the alleged harlot.

Name: Aleskandr Vyronov Race: Human Combat Experience: Knight of Haense

IGN: _JellyJo_ RP NAME: Thormyr Ireheart CANDIDATE: Durorn Ireheart

MC Name: Flexecutioner Character Name: Thormyr Ireheart Character Age: 239 Appearance: Like the rest of his bloodline, Thormyr would have long brown hair, sometimes braided to his likeness. Thormyr’s beard would equally be as impressive, long and often being braided as well. Aside from the hair on his head, his eyes would match his father’s, black as night. Bloodline - Feel free to contact Utak (Mickaelhz) or Axel (Lefty_Bojengles) for help: Line Igor Define who you shall be related to inside the bloodline (E.g, Son of ___, grandson of ___ etc): Son of Thorgrim Ireheart Do you agree to follow the Clan Tenets OOC’ly and IC’ly and face the consequences for their breaking?: Yes. What is your Discord?: Sarmadon (GMRO has it.) Image of the skin you intend to use: Going to speak to someone about getting a skin! : )