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Ser Rodrik smiles after another victory for the Renatian Empire!

The Second Battle of Upper Rodenburg. “Fifteen seconds!” yelped Martinus as he addressed the men with a smug look plastered over his visage, “That's all it took to butcher them this time - a speed run!”. __________________________________________________________________ The dangerous group of Fennic soldiers and farm-hands had already managed to kill an entire pair of soldiers before being caught by the Renatian army, daring to run directly outside the gates of Helena. Their attempt at taunting the men of the Renatium Imperium was doomed to fail, however, as the brave Prince Martinus sallied out with the soldiers. The group of Marnanite sympathisers instantly turned to flee, turning tail and tripping over their own feet in their maddened attempt to escape the waved swords and spears of the racing mob. Over the long leagues of pursuit one by one the band of unruly and unskilled warriors fell, two being slaughtered by the bridge and plenty more as their host neared the gates of Haense. As the gates fell to a horrible crunch - protecting the sweating and fearful soldiers whom had managed to escape the Renatian hordes - a single Haensetic was trapped outside. With an awful, horrified scream, he was cut down by the angry Knights. “Grievance Ninety-Eight!” Whooped one eager soldier at the ending of the battle to the cheers of his comrades, relishing in the deaths of their enemies. Clive smirks from afar, bound in a wheelchair.

Ser Rodrik chuckles as he remembers how he cut through Lyulen Daemyr when the poor Reiver was face to face with ”The Bloody”

Ser Rodrik chuckles as he ends a Reiver by trampling him over with his mighty steed – “Another quick victory for us.”

✠ “Even now I could cut through the five of you like carving a cake!” – shouts Ser Rodrik “The Bloody” from atop his horse as the enemy force retreats from the battlefield. ✠

Rodrik nods – The Knight Paramount of Haense stood mightly besides Prince Yury as they defeated the Owynists in the proximity of Ves – a smirk adorning his visage after that...

Rodrik raises a brow – he was clearly impressed by the work of Nikolas of Stafyr.

Rodrik watches the chunky boy from afar – nodding to himself as he mumbles something; he clearly was satisfied with the whole ordeal. He’d then walk towards his friend – Jan as he’d place a hand on his back before concluding and calling it a day. ”This couldn’t have gone better without you. You tracked down the lad, you stood with me against the odds, even when they outnumbered us, for that, I thank you truly; you’re an outstanding example of Knighthood and you bring honour to House Baruch.”

Rodrik would nod after defending Marius’s honor – his loyalty unflinching as he easily dispatched the usurper from the throne room. 

Ser Rodrik would look upon Bernhard with a smile as he was being held captive by the skygods of the realm...

Strong.

MCName: Milenkhov Name: Ser Rodrik Kortrevich Age: 28 Rank: Knight Paramount.

Ser Rodrik would await patiently for Joszef’s return – Knowing that the task was a dangerous one, but knowing that the warrior would return victorious nonetheless.

Ser Rodrik gives a quick nod after hearing the news, corking a bottle open and pouring some wine on his flask while smiling.

Thanks big guy.

Sir Rodrik would nod in agreement as he’d watch King Marius II conclude the writting; a smirk on his face as he’d reach the poem adressed on the bottom.

Sir Rodrik would make the sign of the cross after Koeng Marius, letting out a sigh and smiling at the skies, knowing that he’d have someone watching upon his Knightly deeds...

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Felt sadness upon hearing the news, as he thought of The Crown Prince; afterwards he’d let out a prayer for him and his deceased wife.

Mcname: Milenkhov IC Name: Rodrik Kortrevich Residency | Street name, number: 3 Sigmund’s End Class/ Title: Judge Magister

Get ‘em Erik!

Rodrik would carefuly read every article exposed in the THE EDICT OF EGALITARIANISM, Seeing that It was issued by The Lord Justiciar he knew that it had to be something exceptionaly precise and after finishing it he would nod with a grin staring through his window to smell the fresh air of Reza.

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Rodrik Kortrevich First of his name would stare at his kinsmen back in the Kortrevich estate with a grim smile. After meeting with the Lord Justiciar Swithun to get further acquainted with the terms of Knighthood he was certain that this was the path he wanted to follow.

Full Name: Rodrik Kortrevich City of Residency: Markev Year of Birth: 1678 Address: 1 Jan Road