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“The Last Golden Cigar” Marcel Galken walked over to grab his son in tight hug “I know you will do this family proud, no doubt in my mind. And if you every feel lost you can always pray to GOD and talk to Wilhelm… I trust that man to guide you if you ever need” Marcel would let his son go, only to soon embrace him in a warriors shake. “You are destined for great things my son… promise me you will not join me and your grandfather soon. Remember what ever happens where ever you go you have allies… dont be afraid to rely on them” Matthias would return the handshake before pulling his father into one last hug “Thank you father, you will be missed.” he smiled while clearing the tears from his eyes “say hi to grandfather for me” With that the Galkens split for the last time… Marcel would head out the main gates of Reinmar, lifting himself onto his horse followed by his dog… he’d set off in the sunset. He’d reach into his pocket pulling out one last Aurum infused Cigar…. Quickly lighting it he’d puff as he continued his journey to the seven skies… [!] A letter would be found in Konstantin von Theonus’ mail box Dear Konny, I’m writing you to say I appreciate everything you have done for me, gave me a home when I didnt have one, gave me a reason to keep fighting when I didnt have one… and for that I am internally grateful. And proud to be able to call such a man as yourself my Brother. I love you. Take care of your family. Sincerely, Your brother in arms and your Master at arms, Marcel Galken [!] A photo of Marcel in Theonus cloak was sketched in [!] A letter on was in the aviary for Yvon Galken Dear Yvon, Please watch over my son, I know you will do good to keep him safe as well as the Galken name. I want to thank you for welcoming me back into the family with open arms. And I am forever in your debt. Please remember, you are meant for great things. Don't forget it Sincerely, Your uncle Marcel Galken [!] A letter would Arrive at the Stroheim keep addressed to Robert Dear, Robert. You were not only a friend, but a mentor at the same time. you really helped me get back into Minitz and not feel like an outsider. for that im grateful... I will have a Cigar and a drink waiting for you up here my friend. thank you so much for everything Sincerly Brother in Arms, Marcel Galken. [!] A letter would be waiting for the Petran Royalty, when opened two joints would fall out for the previous queen Dear Catherine, and Renilde I thank you both for giving me a home and a job when I needed one, as well as giving me and opportunity to do good on my name in Petra. I hope all is well for you and your kingdom in the coming years. GOD bless… Sincerely, The Royal Joint Roller Marcel Galken ________________________________________________________ And Here ends the story of Marcel Galken son of the Golden Gryphon Father to Matthias Galken Theonus Master at Arms Brother Teacher REINMAREN! WerRastet, Der Rostet! 1905-1973 ________________________________________________________ OOC: Hey, first off I would like to thank @Sarvenfor the opportunity to play Marcel I had such a blast playing him! going through all the highs all lows of trying not to disappoint his father and meet lots of people from his fathers past was a blast! there really was a lot of lore behind the character and I appreciate the opportunity man! Next! @Deetsfor allowing me to join them in petra in the Theonus keep when I wasn't sure where I wanted to Bring Marcel! thank you for all those opportunity's and all the gifts you and all the Theonus have given me! for that I thank each and every one of you!!!!!! and @Frode for Continuing the Galken name! I know he will make it proud and rise to glory! my trust is in you homedawg best of luck! and Thank you to all of those I havent mentioned you have all played apart in Marcels story! and even tho I am not mentioning you in here I do appreciate it! this is my longest forum pos so im trying my best! again thank you to everyone who played aparty in his story!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GOD BLESS YOU ALL!!!!! MUCH LOVE TO EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU!

EINE ANFRANGE VON AELFWIN Art depicting an ancient Reinmaren holdfast Medieval II Total War Music "The Widow" Oh kinsmen of mine, I, Aelfwin von Kretzen, have translated the remains of an ancient runestone from the times of Gelimar, Theoderic, and many of our venerable ancestors. The stone is one for the declaration of land ownership. Many warriors in service to chieftains during the conflicts of old received land taken from the enemy for their deeds, the writer of this runestone I’ve translated being one of them. The rune read as follows: “ᛚᛖᛟᚾ ᚪᚾᛞ ᚪᛞᛖᛚᛗᚪᚱ, ᛋᛏᚪᚠᚪᛋᛏ ᚠᚱᛁᛋᚪᚾᛞᛋ, ᛖᛏᚌᚻᛖᛞ ᚪᛗᛒᚩᚢᚾᛞ ᚪᛘᛚᛋ ᚠᚱᛁᛋᚪᚾᛞ. ᚌᚻᛖᛞ ᚪᛗᛒᚩᚢᚠᚱᛁᛋᚪᚾᛞᛋᚻᛁᛈ, ᛏᛁᛘᛖᛚᛖ ᛋᛋ ᚪᚾᛞ ᚢᚾᛒᚱᛟᚳᛖᚾ. ᛋᛏᚪᚾᛞᛋ ᚪᛋ ᚪ ᛚᚪᛋᛏᛁᛜ ᛏᛖᛋᛏᚪᛗᛖᚾᛏ. ᛞ ᚪᛞᛖᛚᛗᚪᚱ, ᛋᛏᚪᚠᚪᛋᛏᛞ ᚪᛞᛖᛚᛗᚪᚱ. ᛋᛏᚪᚠᚪᛋᛏ.” “I, Holgrum, son of Hod, own the lands from the northern river to the holdfast of Chief Logran. The Hodssons and our ancestors will forever till and defend these lands. Men of this land shall answer to my clan. The forests are to contain shrines to the spirits, so declares High Chief Jorsk.” My brethren, now that we have our own lands and a Reinmar for the Reinmaren, we should construct runestones as we did in the past. I implore you, kinsmen, that once you take farmsteads outside of the walls of Kretzen, you keep the runes and our tradition dear and mark our territory as the chieftains of old did.

Fürstliches Tagebuch An excerpt from the diary of Leon Anton Barclay Medieval II Total War Music "The Widow" While I am thrilled by our new keep and the city of Kretzen, I cannot get over my sorrow of losing Castle Kanunsberg. There I was born, and so were my children. In this new keep and its splendid gardens, I have found myself thinking of all the things I’d trade away if it meant somehow retaining my keep. Alas, my own desires matter naught when it comes to my people's and nation's prosperity. Besides, I am sure this keep will make my children and household a fine home. My wife has taken to assembling a court—the Heather Court, she calls it, after the abundance of heather flowers in our gardens. While I am one for a more fierce name, I find her choice quaint, so I will not demand any alterations. She desires to make my sister Gertrude a lady of the court. I subscribe to this vision as I could not imagine my sister in any other sort of position. I am fond of Gertrude, and I wish for her to remain close. The army has prospered in our new home within the Evergreens. I am proud of our Marshal and his management of the Host. As for the knights, I lament that they haven’t castles or halls of their own to manage yet. In time, I’m sure, we can provide them with a place of their own. I have found that Chancellor Roland is one of the most capable men in our realm. A man of humble beginnings, he has found himself as the Ernstkanzler of our nation through his service to the crowns. He is diligent and a fine Reinmaren. I am glad I have made him a geehrte, and that cousin Alfred and I have allowed him a fine home within the city. Cousin Adelmar and I have butted heads numerous times as Reinmaren brothers do. We have dueled, argued, and had animosity for each other but always come together as brothers, so we have sworn a blood oath and constructed a runestone cementing our brotherhood. I have much love for him; he is as much me as I am him. My son is quite willful, much like I was as a child. I have found that he requires discipline and punishments often. Despite these qualities, I am sure Adalfriede and I can mold him into a proper Reinmaren chieftain. My daughter Josefina is far too young for me to judge her, but Rosalyn, I have found, is quite astute for her age but meek. As she ages, my wife and I will ensure she becomes as willful as all Reinmaren should be. I pray and believe that our people shall prosper here in our new home in the Evergreens. With Alfred and I as their chieftains, our unified tribes shall have strong guides. The venerable ancestors smile upon me, I’m sure.

VORLADUNG VOR GERICHT SUMMONS TO COURT Issued by the Großfürst of Minitz in the year of our Lord 1963 Men and women of Minitz making their way towards Kanunsberg Castle https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TZ0NWv5BjDs SÖHNE UND TÖCHTER VON MINITZ, Hear ye, O kin and loyal subjects of mine, these words that flow forth from Kanunsberg; Hark, as the tumultuous tides of war ebb away and our brethren in Haense are unbound from their solemn oaths, it behooves me to convene the Reinmaren to court. Let all Reinmaren gather forthwith to pay homage to the valorous deeds of our kin and the grandeur of our great tribe. We shall convene in the precincts of Kanunsberg Castle, as has been the custom of my forefathers and Princes past. Amidst the hallowed halls, we shall recount the triumphs of our warriors and all Reinmaren peoples. Furthermore, let it be known that doubts regarding the success of our campaign against the Franks shall be dispelled, and the good state of our banners declared for all to heed. I shall elevate two Reinmaren to the rank of Geehrte, and confer Knighthood onto another. Additionally, a title shall be entrusted to my stewardship, a testament to the unwavering trust placed upon my shoulders. In the august presence of myself and my esteemed consort, the Grand Princess, both Reinmaren and foreigner alike shall be granted audience to proffer their petitions. Let all who hear these words take heed and make haste to the appointed hour, for it is by the strength of our unity that we shall prevail. So it is decreed. The following individuals are summoned: THE ROYALTY AND NOBILITY OF AAUN. His Royal Majesty, John Alexander, King of Aaun and his royal pedigree. His Highness, Johannes von Alstreim, Prince of Merryweather and his esteemed pedigree. His Lordship, Siegmund von Reuss, Margrave of Velen and his esteemed pedigree. Her Ladyship, Olympe-Regina Dieuxmont de Rosius, Marchioness of Haute-Epine and her esteemed pedigree. His Lordship, Waclaw Jazlowiecki, Count of Warsovia and his esteemed pedigree. His Lordship, Robert Haverlock, Count of Talentine and his esteemed pedigree. His Lordship, Henri de Lewes, Baron of Virdain and his esteemed pedigree. His Lordship, Emilio Varoche, Baron of Napoliza and his esteemed pedigree. His Lordship, Grzmichuj Jazlowiecki, Baron of Triglav and his esteemed pedigree. THE PEOPLE OF MINITZ AND REINMAR. Her Serene Highness, Helena of Formindon, Grand Princess-Mother of Minitz. His Princely Grace, Alfred Barclay, Prince of Sutica and Duke of Reinmar. His Grace, Gottfried Barclay, Duke of Kanunsberg and his esteemed pedigree. His Lordship, Robert von Stroheim, Baron of Langenkirch and his esteemed pedigree. Her Ladyship, Frederica Barclay, Baroness of Sigradz. Her Ladyship, Alice Barclay, Baroness of Brandthof, and her esteemed pedigree. THE WALDENIC DIET. PERSONAL INVITATIONS. Her Majesty, Tar-Caraneth Aryantë, Queen of Numendil. Ser Wulfram Rademacher von Hexenwald. Lady Olenna Rademacher. Ser Malcolm MacKenna. Ser Hodrick Morne. Ser Galadain. WER RASTET, DER ROSTET HIS SERENE HIGHNESS, Leon Barclay, Großfürst von Minitz, GMSTSR, Count of Neu Brandthof, Viscount of Tucay, Baron of Hussen and Boriënwald, Lord of Durres, Chieftain of the Minitz Reinmaren, and Warden of the Franklands

THE PRINCELY UNION between Grand Prince Leon Anton Barclay and Adalfriede Wulfhild Rademacher von Hexenwald An portrait of Leon II and Lady Adalfriede Hear ye, O kin and loyal subjects of Minitz and Reinmar, these words that flow forth from Kanunsberg; Let it be known that Grand Prince Leon and Lady Adalfriede have wed in a private ceremony overseen by Brandt Cardinal Albarosa, the grandfather of His Serene Highness. The nuptials were witnessed by close family within the Holy Church of the Auspice in Kanunsberg, Minitz. The pair began courting shortly after Lady Adalfriede arrived in Minitz and their admiration for one another has only grown. Lady Adalfriede is in the process of completing her Trials of the Stallion and will soon be blooded as a tribeswoman of Reinmar. In celebration of their union, guests are invited to a feast in the hall of Kanunsberg Castle. THE ROYALTY AND NOBILITY OF AAUN. His Royal Majesty, John Alexander, King of Aaun and his royal pedigree. His Highness, Johannes von Alstreim, Prince of Merryweather and his esteemed pedigree. His Lordship, Siegmund von Reuss, Margrave of Velen and his esteemed pedigree. Her Ladyship, Olympe-Regina Dieuxmont de Rosius, Marchioness of Haute-Epine and her esteemed pedigree. His Lordship, Waclaw Jazlowiecki, Count of Warsovia and his esteemed pedigree. His Lordship, Robert Haverlock, Count of Talentine and his esteemed pedigree. His Lordship, Henri de Lewes, Baron of Virdain and his esteemed pedigree. His Lordship, Emilio Varoche, Baron of Napoliza and his esteemed pedigree. His Lordship, Grzmichuj Jazlowiecki, Baron of Triglav and his esteemed pedigree. THE PEOPLE OF MINITZ AND REINMAR. Her Serene Highness, Helena of Formindon, Grand Princess-Mother of Minitz. His Princely Grace, Alfred Barclay, Prince of Sutica and Duke of Reinmar. His Grace, Gottfried Barclay, Duke of Kanunsberg and his esteemed pedigree. His Lordship, Robert von Stroheim, Baron of Langenkirch and his esteemed pedigree. Her Ladyship, Frederica Barclay, Baroness of Sigradz. Her Ladyship, Alice Barclay, Baroness of Brandthof, and her esteemed pedigree. THE WALDENIC DIET. PERSONAL INVITATIONS. Her Majesty, Tar-Caraneth Aryantë, Queen of Numendil. Ser Wulfram Rademacher von Hexenwald. Lady Olenna Rademacher. Ser Malcolm MacKenna. Ser Hodrick Morne. Ser Galadain.

REINMAREN-KLEIDUNGSEDIKT REINMAREN CLOTHING EDICT Issued by the Großfürst of Minitz in the year of our Lord 1960 An embellished portrait of Leon II, Grand Prince of Minitz https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wKhkyFqOb4w SÖHNE UND TÖCHTER VON MINITZ, Hear ye, O kin and loyal subjects of mine, these words that flow forth from Kanunsberg; So I have bestowed onto my newly blooded tribesmen the cap and the cloak to tell tale of the Kanunic statuses and rights of my subjects as Reinmaren. Yet, mine eyes rarely witness display for the vestments granted upon initiation, the garbs of the noble tribesman falling into neglect to be picked apart by moths and dust, while the assembly at the Landag don an array of armor and garments foreign to our ways whenever summoned. Thus, by this proclamation, I shall decree the rightful attire for the Reinmaren, to be donned with pride when partaking in ceremonial or tribal affairs such as moots, councils, and courtly gatherings. Be it proclaimed across the lands of Minitz and the vast realm of Reinmar: I. Henceforth, let it be known that every tribesman shall wear the cloak and hat bestowed upon them during the occasion of their blooding, in times of ceremonial attendance. II. Henceforth, let it be known that every warrior shall wear the cloak and hat bestowed upon them during the occasion of their blooding, in times of ceremonial attendance. III. Henceforth, let it be known that every Geehrte and Hochgeehrte will wear the cloak and hat bestowed upon them during the occasion of their proclamation, in times of ceremonial attendance. IV. Henceforth, let it be known that every Chieftain and Peer will wear the cloak and hat bestowed upon them during the occasion of their ennoblement, in times of ceremonial attendance. Furthermore, let it be declared that failure to attire oneself in the prescribed hats and cloaks during ceremonial events, moots, councils, and other sacred rituals shall result in the exclusion of the defying individual from participating in such hallowed proceedings. Herein shall be the display of the hats belonging to each group of Reinmaren: TRIBESMAN WARRIOR GEEHRTE NOBLE WER RASTET, DER ROSTET HIS SERENE HIGHNESS, Leon Barclay, Großfürst von Minitz, GMSTSR, Count of Neu Brandthof, Viscount of Tucay, Baron of Hussen and Boriënwald, Lord of Durres, Chieftain of the Minitz Reinmaren, and Warden of the Franklands

THE SUMMONING OF SPEARS Die Beschwörung von Speeren Issued by the Warchief Wilhelm Berkhoven, In the Year of our lord, 1960 SÖHNE UND TÖCHTER VON MINITZ, Harken to the call of the war drums, noble warriors of our mighty land! By the strength of our Reinmaren blood and the fire in our hearts, I, Wilhelm von Berkhoven, Warchief of Theoderic's Warband, extend onto you this summon herein. The Roach and the Franks, insolent foes who have dared encroach upon our sacred soil, have invoked the wrath of the Lord. It is thusly the time to muster our forces and convene in the ancient halls of decision per the request of our hallowed Princes. Assemble the fiercest of our warriors, the noblest of our ritters and the most venerable of our elders. Let every true son and daughter of our soil heed this call. Beneath the shadow of our time-honored banners, let this war council be commenced at The Warband Hall, in Kanunsberg on The 14th of Sun's Smile in the year if our lord 1961. There, we shall deliberate upon and forge our oncoming strategy to combat our adversaries and defend the honor of our kin, assailed under the white banner of truce. Bring forth your arms and armor, don your cloaks of our lineage. In the name of our bond to the King of Aaun, our Princes and the code of Kanunic honor, I call upon all Reinmaren, landser or warrior to stand united as one in the upcoming war council. OOC : Time: 4pm EST this Sunday Place: Warband of Kanunsberg, Minitz WER RASTET, DER ROSTET Warchief of Theoderic's Warband

Chronicles of the Reinmaren The Siege of Fredericksburg Issued by the HAUPTMANN OF REINMAR On this 17th day of Tobias’ Bounty in the Year of our Lord 1959 To The Reinmaren People: On this day, a force of Reinmar Horsemen rode down to the steps of the fortified keep of House von Theonus with the Grand Covenant against the forces of Veletz and their allies. The action started with a devastating Covenant volley of cannon fire, trebuchet, and arcane power directed at the enemy’s own siege weaponry and their meager fortifications of dirt and stone. The Reinmaren Warband, standing five-hundred strong and led by His Serene Highness Leon Barclay and His Princely Grace Alfred Barclay, descended from the Coalition’s fort and stormed the throne room of Castle Aurelian with the rest of our holy host. Those of the green and blue held the throne and courtyard captive as scouts called out the positions of the enemy. As the throne room and courtyard was completely within Covenant control, our pious band, prayed over and assisted by the Prince-Emeritus and Cardinal of Albarosa, and the Coalition’s own cavalry drove the Horde of the Anathema into a befuddled frenzy and routed them. All but ten cowardly men were slain, those surviving ran as the bodies of their brothers and sisters-in-arms laid scattered among the rubble of the Stassionite keep and surrounding hills. After everything was said and done, victory was taken in hand with the raising of our banner and a cheer, echoed by the Reinmaren Warband before riding back home to live and celebrate another blessed day. Saint Edmond, as my brothers go to battle over the coming years, grant them fortitude and protect them. Pray for GOD to show mercy to the dead, and that in hoping for victory today, we may win the peace tomorrow. GOTT MIT UNS, Hauptmann of Reinmar Meyster Alchimist of Reinmar

Below is an excerpt from the personal diary of Leon Barclay [!] Today was my second battle. We once again saw victory over the vile warbands of Veletz, Stassion, and Krugmar. I remember rallying the banners of Minitz in Kanunsberg, whilst Cousin Alfred brought his host. His face is not one I’d forget. He’s a glum and hardy looking man, he boasts numerous scars from conflicts and disputes. He bears the gaunt features that soldiers often have after a long campaign. He’s been fighting the enemies of Reinmar as long as I’ve been alive. We spoke and drank wine together in the tavern, and our men joined us. Once we were called to do so, we parted ways, I joined the King’s army in Whitespire, and Alfred went to join his own liege’s host. I felt much pride as I was bid to ride next to King John and the Knights of Saint Godwin, though tension also rose as the impending siege grew close. I spoke with my Herrenmeister, Sir Stanton, about the battle. We discussed tactics, troop placements, and the keep we were determined to take. I had the same sort of discussion with my Chancellor, Roland. They are both men with illuminating insights on the subject of warfare, I find them much more adept at command than myself. Once the royal army and men of Aaun marched into the Coalition’s camp, I gathered my host and made sure they were prepared. I met with Cousin Alfred once again, this time at his tent, and we spoke to the Warchief, Wilhelm. I then met with Uncle Gottfried. He spoke with me some about the cannons on our battlements, and the trebuchets on the enemy’s. He compared the two, before explaining to me the importance of siege engines. It wasn’t long after that conversation that the Siege of Fredericksburg began. I scrambled to join the men operating the cannons. I carried the rounds, and helped the cannoneers load their shots. I have never heard anything louder than those cannons, the sheer cacophony is enough to ring in a man’s head for decades. Once we had destroyed the enemy’s engines and punctured their palisades of dirt and stone, we surged forward. I remember the men who led the charge, ladders carried upon their shoulders. They darted through cannonfire and mounted their ladders upon the walls, allowing our men to climb up and breach the keep. I joined the contingent of men who climbed up from the inside of the keep, fighting on the battlements. Despite all the training and the bit of battle experience I have gained, I still find myself a poor match against the seasoned soldiers in this war. Once we had taken the battlements, I took a moment of respite. I caught some of our fallen in my eye, and sorrow filled me. They were martyrs of a righteous cause. I didn’t have much time to rest, but was grateful for the spare few minutes I was allowed. We then went through the keep, cutting down any defender we found. The castle was secure, but the plains it overlooked had many mounted men-at-arms. They went through, fighting each other as we watched on. As our cavalry saw success, the commanders had discussed what to do for a time. Once the time was right, we sallied out from the captured keep, set on engaging what was left of the enemy host. It was not long until we saw complete victory after our charge. We had put the enemy to the sword, those that managed to survive routed. The men of the Coalition gathered, triumphant and joyous. I met with my grandfather, and his praise for my efforts further steeled my resolve to dig out the Veletzian scourge from the realms of Canondom. Once the rallied armies had begun to separate, mine and my cousin’s hosts made their way to Kanunsberg, the warriors of Reinmar and Minitz celebrated together, whilst I met with my kinsmen and discussed our next move.

ANKÜNDIGUNG DES GROßEN FESTES ANNOUNCEMENT OF GRAND FEAST Issued by the Großfürst of Minitz in the year of our Lord 1957 An embellished portrait of Leon II, Grand Prince of Minitz https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MyybMyCi1sk SÖHNE UND TÖCHTER VON MINITZ, Hear ye, O kin and friends of mine, these words that flow forth from Kanunsberg; It is a long held goal of mine and my house to strengthen ties with the Oyashimen and Númenedain, to build lasting relationships of friendship. For this reason I wish to invite you to break bread with myself and my people, in hopes of a fruitful future to come. The event shall be held in the halls of Kanunsberg Castle, on the 11th of Owyn’s Flame, 1958. Additionally, I would extend an invitation to all my subjects in Minitz to enjoy the festivities, and to celebrate a continuation of friendship. Beyond invitations to all Reinmaren in Minitz, invitations are sent to the following found below: Formal Invitations Her Majesty, Tar-Caraneth Aryantë, Queen of Numendil and the Númenedain Shugo Kato Oijin of Sakuragakure and the Oyashiman Personal Invitations His Holiness, Sixtus VI, High Pontiff of The Holy Mother Church His Eminence, Brandt, Grand Prince-Emeritus of Minitz and Cardinal Albarosa His Princely Grace, Alfred, Prince of Sutica and Duke of Reinmar His Grace, Gottfried, Duke of Kanunsberg His Lordship, Siegmund, Margrave of Velen and his noble pedigree His Lordship, Robert, Count of Talentine and his noble pedigree GOTT MITT UNS, HIS SERENE HIGHNESS, Leon Barclay, Großfürst von Minitz, GMSTSR, Count of Neu Brandthof, Viscount of Tucay, Baron of Hussen and Boriënwald, Lord of Durres, Chieftain of the Minitz Reinmaren, and Warden of the Franklands

ANKÜNDIGUNG DER INTHRONISIERUNG ANNOUNCEMENT OF ENTHRONEMENT Issued by the Großfürst of Minitz in the year of our Lord 1956 An embellished portrait of Leon II, Grand Prince of Minitz https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wKhkyFqOb4w SÖHNE UND TÖCHTER VON MINITZ, Hear ye, O kin and loyal subjects of mine, these words that flow forth from Kanunsberg; Since my father’s untimely passing, I have taken up the mantle of ruling his holdings. I now declare that I will formally step into my birthright as Grand Prince of Minitz, following a ceremonial enthronement. After the event, there will be a funeral service for my late father led by the Cardinal Albarosa. This event will be held in the halls of Kanunsberg Castle, as is tradition of my hallowed house. Additionally, I would extend an invitation to all my subjects in Minitz, to attend this event and welcome in the advent of a new era of stewardship under myself, the new Grand Prince of Minitz. Beyond invitations to all Reinmaren in Minitz, invitations are sent to the following found below: Formal Invitations to those of Aaun: His Royal Majesty, John, King of Aaun and his royal pedigree His Highness, Johannes, Prince of Merryweather and his noble pedigree His Lordship, Siegmund, Margrave of Velen and his noble pedigree His Lordship, Robert, Count of Talentine and his noble pedigree His Lordship, Henri, Baron of Virdain and his noble pedigree Formal Invitations to those of The Waldenic Diet Personal Invitations: His Eminence, Brandt, Grand Prince-Emeritus of Minitz and Cardinal Albarosa Her Majesty, Tar-Caraneth Aryantë, Queen of Numendil His Princely Grace, Alfred, Prince of Sutica and Duke of Reinmar Kato Oijin of Sakuragakure GOTT MITT UNS, His Serene Highness, Leon Barclay, Großfürst von Minitz, GMSTSR, Count of Neu Brandthof, Viscount of Tucay, Baron of Hussen and Boriënwald, Lord of Durres, Chieftain of the Minitz Reinmaren, and Warden of the Franklands

Entry 14 of The Frankland Diaries Below is an excerpt from the personal diary of Leon Barclay [!] I had never engaged the Franks before that day. I, nor my father, Grand Prince Ferdinand, expected a fight. I was told stories, but I had always dismissed them as exaggeration. Quickly, I learned that I was mistaken. We were supposed to meet with an “informant” in a secluded thicket in the Franklands near the keep of Velen. We were urged to dispose of our weapons before the rendezvous and, trusting our would-be allies, we obliged. During the meeting, I admit, my mind wandered. I regret that. We should've known that diplomacy, peace, and decency are all alien to these savage peoples. As my father spoke with this "informant", he was offered a drink and assured it was safe. I watched as he drank from the same wineskin, though they did not share a glass. I don't know if it ultimately caused his death, but his drink was poisoned. After my father drank of the poisoned wine, and we had all been lulled into a sense of safety by the Franks' deceit, the "informant" tore off his disguise, and revealed his plot. He declared that he, the Roach, had poisoned the Prince. I knew almost nothing of the Roach, but I can say now that he is a coward and a traitor, and that I will make him pay. The Roach quickly dropped a smoke bomb, which then filled the small meeting area as he made his escape. The heathens then lit the underbrush on fire, trapping us within a hell of their own making. The two Franks that were still within the thicket assailed my father, who was unfortunate enough to be within their reach. They gouged his eye, but he fought them off as long as he could. My grandfather, The Cardinal Albarosa, came to his aid with the brave Johanna von Minitz. Had it not been for her and my grandfather, I fear my father's demise would have come much sooner. The rest of us, in a frenzy, desperately struggled to claw our way out of the burning thicket. My first thought was to flee the way we came in, before realizing it had been blocked off by the traitorous Franks. I watched my father’s Knight, Sir Varik Sturmweber, and our Warchief, Roland von Sturmweber, break down the barricade, and I did what I could to aid them. Once we managed to free ourselves from the blazing grove, we were met with Franks, blocking our escape. The Cardinal Albarosa and Johanna, thankfully, managed to secure my father. I stood alongside Sir Varik and Roland as we endeavored to fight the heathens back. My grandfather, having returned from ensuring The Grand Prince’s safety, handed me a dagger and buckler that he concealed during the meeting. I held the shield high as the Franks stabbed at me. They surrounded us, and we found ourselves forced into a fight for our survival. There was hell at our backs and Frankish spears were aiming to drive us toward it. As the situation grew increasingly desperate, hope was nearly lost. I heard Roland pleading for GOD to save us. It was then that my friend and champion, Yvon Galken, arrived with a small rally of allied Franks, led by The Hawk, Olaf von Reinmar, and Ser Alfred Barclay. As they approached, we saw more of the traitorous Franks rushing from the forest. We were surrounded, but now, so was our enemy. As the ambush morphed into a skirmish, myself, Roland, Sir Varik and The Cardinal Albarosa found ourselves forced back, closer and closer to the flames which licked at our heels. The melee became dire as the burning flora of the thicket began to bake us in our armor. Outnumbered as we were, we barely held our ground before our reinforcements could turn the tide. I personally witnessed my grandfather’s valiant heroics; he saved both me and our Warchief from Frank spears that day. As our saviors, Alfred, Yvon and Olaf crushed what remained of the Frank ambush, we thought we had won, but we quickly realized it was at a great cost. My father, the Grand Prince, lay dying just outside the thicket. Prince Alfred made many attempts to save him, and I stayed by my dear father’s side in his last moments. I held onto him as he spoke his final words to me before his demise. I pray he did not suffer in the end, and that he went to the Skies. We attempted to take my father’s body, along with our wounded, to Velen, but the Roach harassed us with bombs. He threw Godsflame onto me as I tried to escape, carrying my fallen father. I collapsed, writhing in pain as the Roach sent another down at me; the coward was hidden in the treetops. I was saved by the heroic Olaf von Reinmar, who risked his life to mitigate the blast by leaping atop the bomb. By the grace of GOD, Olaf’s shield protected him from harm, and we were able to escape without further casualties. It was after we had escaped the Roach’s final assault that I took a long look at the burning grove, and wondered how this could have happened. Under flag of truce, my father, Grand Prince Ferdinand, was slain by Frankish savages; poisoned and brutalized. I will never forgive this heinous crime. The Roach will pay-- By blood, by fire, he will pay.

The Golden Gryphon Lowers its Blade Artistic Depiction of Yvian Ritter Galken, Dated; 1910 I.T. (114 S.A.) “Live by the words; 'Wer Rastet, Der Rostet', Be forever in humility by the words; 'Gott Mit Uns'” The elder looked upon the great keep as he sat down in the countryside, it's great spires pierced the heavens, its mighty walls and battlements surmounted by the banners of green and blue, the bulwark that shielded it. The man simply smiled and nodded; “I love Minitz” Thereafter seemingly collapsing unto the ground as he sprawled, his eyes affixed to the eagle that loomed overhead. It was black as ink, should it have been night it probably would be masked in the starry sky in near perfect stealth, Yvian mused. Its feathers, large and tattered, extended to a mighty span nearly that of a small messer knife, or perhaps more, as the old fool lacked the heavenly gift of flight, a simple squint of the eye and a guess was the best he could muster. The bird flew in a rather interesting pattern, as it soared in the blue, cloud barren heavens, its eye seemed to affix, something for the hunt? A predator honing in on its prey, the eagle began to spiral ever so slightly. Sitting up from his lounging, Yvian attempted to predict the where’s, who’s and what’s of the bird of prey’s hunt, using simple guesswork and though as futile or mis-used, the knowledge of what ballistics-work he knew from his times sundering Bold Blue with his comrades all those years ago. “Aha!” the gryphon-sigil-bearing man exclaimed, his eyes and rather exaggerated point, directed at the windmill. The question of what the bird was hunting for was quickly answered, a small squirrel had made a hidey-hole in one of the rather decently sized gaps in between the roof and the walls. Completely unaware as it was being silently observed by the various parties. Walls of White, Rooves of Orange, Banners of Green and Blue... Swoosh! The wind blew as the large bird snatched its prey and made its landing unto the clearing nearby, in a singular, swift motion. The poor critter stood no chance as the eagle made quick work of it, a great success for itself and its hatchlings, the bird made an abrupt motion and the critter was put out of its misery. Yvian pondered, though a completely detached event, the show of violence brought back memories of Atrus, the horrid times when the undead hounded the fair people of Balian for many a day. The speed of the hunt, the lighting reflexes of the bird and its prowl akin to unwaveringly brisk motion of a ballistae bolt. As the bird made its way to pick at the fresh carcase, his mind's thoughts raced from one moment to the next. The visceral killings done by the haunting Mori, to the brutality and cunning brought on by the Adrian, the Petran, his thoughts seemed to grow awash with the memories of blood, backstabbing and betrayal, the Roa’s, the Theonii, Heretics, Heathens and the enemies of the Inquisition, the- “Yvian! How are you? Admiring the countryside?” Yvian snapped out of whatever drivel his mind brought upon him, turning to the familiar face as they spoke. “Don’t suppose you’ve come here just to sulk, have you?” The veteran Reinmaren mused with some laughter, concluding with a small sigh, “It is a beautiful country. Let’s just hope that the Franks don’t capture it all back!” The Herrenmeister after Yvian jested, moving to his side. “I’ll start with good news. The Order of Saint Tylos is doing well, the order is once more revived!” The man rejoiced, a happy smile on his features, yet, it turned somber quite soon. “Things have changed. Ludwig, Eloisee, Saxton.. Abrielle. Their times have come and gone. Yet, there is always some light in life. Rakshasa, Roland, Barlord, they all returned! Rakshasa became blooded, his new name; Rafael. Roland formed himself a tribe and became the Warchief! And Barlord? Er, well.. He’s doing his own thing.” He’d break the somberness with a lighthearted chuckle. “Enjoying retirement, though?” The aging man offered a neutral gaze upwards at Peter, the bombardment of the various updates causing some mild confusion as he processed it. “Ja, I am, and it is good to hear that Minitz is prospering well.” Rising from the ground Yvian turned to the road, a cart in the distance making its way towards him as a smile grew on his face. As the creaking wood work grew more into view, Yvian offered a wave, then turning to his comrade. “It appears my ride has come, the final chapter in my journey…” his smile was melancholic, a sense of nostalgia about it. Opening his arms wide the man gave a brotherly embrace to his fellow man. “You have come far, I am proud of you, odd to think you used to be but one of my humble squires.” A grin flashed as he patted Peter on his shoulders and back. “You still haven’t lost your edge, Yvian.” Peter jested, “It’s been an honour serving the order under you. Your wisdom and guidance has made the man I am today, along with Robert, of course. Can’t discredit him.” He let out a brief, solemn laughter. Yvian simply nodded in response before stiffening his posture for a brief moment and offering a salute, thereafter pivoting on his heels and making his way to Lucia who was smiling gently, a soft yet firm grip upon the reins of the steeds that ferried the wagon. Peter stifled some tears as he thudded his chest to Yvian one final time; “Wer Rastet, Der Rostet. GOD be with you, Yvian.” “Wer Rastet, Der Rostet und GOTT Mit Uns, Peter” The pair waved a final goodbye as the cart suddenly jerked into motion, the wagon making its way down the road and across the bridge, more and more did the spires of Kanunsberg grow out of view, the mighty walls, the towers, eventually even the great banner of gold and scarlet victory of the Frankish wars, became but a blurry image on the horizon, Minitz, a cherished memory… Banners of Victory 'pon the setting Sun, Surmounting Mountains fading into Mist... And here ends the tale of Sir Yvian “The Gryphon” Galken Skilled Artilleryman, aiding in the ending of Bold Blue, the slayer of Undead, the Adrian, the Daft, et cetera Third Herrenmeister, Second Kastellan and of the numerous Ritter of the Order of Saint Tylos Hauptmann of the Warband of Theoderic Petty Officer of the Aaunic Royal Navy ~ Former Armourer and Weapon Smith of Minitz Most studious and ernest of Merchants Founder of the Industries of Saint Nicholas the Martyr Teacher Father Husband The Last Will and Testament of Sir Yvian “The Gryphon” Galken My family, couriers and earnest friends shall be the ones to execute my will; Those who read this, may GOTT bless you, may you never stray from his most holy light; To my comrades, friends and compatriots, Lord Robert Stroheim, Sir Peter Stroheim, Sir Brandt Barclay, Sir Leon Barclay, Siegfried Barclay, Sir Ludolf Barclay, Saxton Stroheim, Kato Oijin, Wilheim Barclay, Holly, Rohir, Gregarious Roa, Myrios, Raksasha, Safi, Barlord Bronzerock, Kristof Katzak as well as whatever other Barclays, Stroheims and other such most honoured friends I may or may not have forgotten. May GOTT bless you, may you never stray from his most holy light, may my departure hinder not your resolve. To my Apprentice and Son, Marcel Galken, I apologize for not being there much throughout your life, I fear I have failed you. You turned to those who besmirch Minitz and to that I simply pray for you not to fall to sin. Always seek great knowledge and experience and do not be hasty to meet me. To Oijin Kato and Siegfried Barclay, finish building those damn machines will you? My workshop is all yours, comrades. To Brandt Barclay, thank you, for letting me continue and end my service after the passing of your father, it was an honour. To my fellow Knights who have served me and to those who are left. I leave my utmost respect and gratitude, may your lances be forever sturdy, your crosses forever honed. Ser Adrielle, Sir Philip, Ser Garen, Sir Enrique, uphold the values of valour and chivalry in my stead and my blessings upon thee. To those who speak my name in shallow breaths with damnations and curses, may you all lick my arse, back stabbing and dishonourable Petrans, the deranged heretics of Adria and Veletzia, the rabid attention seeking Ferrymen and the cowardly snake-tongued Theonii, who cannot speak one on one, oh and lastly the weird stuck ups of Ceila’nor, licking Petran boots and kissing Adrian arses, also bowing to Darkstalkers and Spooks is weird. You may write your pissy responses, to my grave stone. To the people of Minitz, I leave my utmost respect and gratitude to all of you who are fine men and women and it is thanks to you, that I was able to find my place in this world. A few names that come to my mind… Saxton, Ludwig, Cisyn, Eloisee and many others. My possessions are hence forth given to the Barclay's of Minitz. Sir Yvian ‘The Gryphon” Galken, Hauptmann and Third Herrenmeister of Minitz 1875 I.T. - 1952 I.T. OOC

Chronicles of the Reinmaren The Fall of the Ferryman Keep Issued by the HAUPTMANN OF REINMAR On this 11th day of Sun’s Smile of 157 E.S. To The Reinmaren People and All It Concerns On this day the Forces of Reinmar and Minitz joined in the fight with Covenant against the forces of Veletz and their allies. The action started with the Covenant rallying together and the siege embankment. With the Forces of the Reinmaren, taking their places in the ranks which held the back of the great earthen embankment as the cannon’s roared to life nad began to pound away, along side the trebuchets then opened up a barrage of shot and shell against the enemies siege engines. With the Covenant siege weapons utterly obliterating the enemies without a single shot land even close to our own. The Veletzians only significant gain was the managed to send some skirmishers and were able to spike our cannonade. However the Trebuchets continued to fire till nearly the entire keep had been obliterated on the southern side. After nearly two saints hours of discipline as the Veletzians continued to harass our camp on horseback the order was finally given to sally forth out of our siege camp. After a few pushes in which the Covenant missed the mark. We finally managed to engaged the enemy after a feigned retreat. And managed to hold them at the main breech fighting them over scorched land and on the rubble of their once feared keep. After the battle raged, slowly but surely their forces within the keep began to fall and their failed flank from one of their many cowardly tunnels having to fall back. We were able to completely take the keep pushing them out, after around Ten Saints Minutes their remaining forces gave up hope and fell back leaving the keep or what was left of it firmly in the hands of the Covenant. With the Reinmaren forces bringing and forming their core of the Covenant, and taking their part in the victory. After everything was said and done victory was taken in hand and Gott’s Boons were placed on us as the Warband of Reinmaren, returned to their homes to live and celebrate another day. Saint Edmond, as my brothers go to battle over the coming years, grant them fortitude and protect them. Pray for God to show mercy to the dead, and that in hoping for victory today, we may win the peace tomorrow. GOTT MIT UNS, Hauptmann of Reinmar

Campaign Report Action Report -The Spire Still Stands- Issued by the HAUPTMANN OF REINMAR On this 12th day of Sun’s Smile of 156 E.S. To the Reinmaren People On this day the Forces of Reinmar and Minitz aided the combined forces, if Haense, Aaun, and Bailan to capture the murders of the Aaun crown, before coming to the defense of Whitespire. Where the combined force obliterated a force from Veletz returned an uneasy peace to the lands. This was started by a rouge noble house stassion, murdered the king of Aaun in cold blood, then attempted to flee when a the coalition forces arrived and chanced them across the waters around Whitespire. Before getting word of a Veletz rally heading for Aaun, as such we took up positions inside the city, after a few moments of back and forth the coalition drove deep into the enemies line and crushed them between the gate and their steel! May the Reinmaren win many more victories. Wer Rastet, Der Rostet Saint Edmond, as my brothers go to battle over the coming days, grant them fortitude and protect them. Pray for God to show mercy to the dead, and that in hoping for victory today, we may win the peace tomorrow. GOTT MIT UNS, Hauptmann of Reinmar

[Kipchak Helmet worn by Saxton Von Stroheim at the time of his death] ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A deluge of rain fell across the surface of the Ritter Tower whilst Saxton faced down a goliath warrior alongside his brothers. "Barbarian, Heathen, Scum!" Saxton mutters through gritted teeth; he's faced this Barbarian before, 'The Lord of Bones' they called him. A behemoth Frankish warrior, wearing bits and pieces of stolen Minitz Lamellar, in their first encounter Saxton's shield and armor was shattered by a single blow from the Frank. Fighting him alone was suicidal; but he wasn't alone, both of his brothers stood beside him, both were knights, both were templars. With such allies' victory was all but guaranteed. The Stroheims began to close in, Saxton made the first move; reeling back his Warhammer and swinging it toward the Barbarian. However, The Lord of Bones was fast for his size; the Barbarian swung as well, slamming his hammer into Saxton's. A thunderous BOOM rang out as the two hammers clashed. Saxton staggered back as his hammer was flung from his hands. "Boomsteel ?" he nearly gasped. Before the Frankish warrior could follow up with another swing both of his brothers kept him occupied. One of the brothers, Peter, clashed his hammer with The Lord of Bones'. Boomsteel clashing with Boomsteel, causing another Thunderous clap to ring out. The other brother, Robert, blinded The Lord of Bones with a radiant light bursting from his body. Saxton saw his chance; he had no powerful weapons or holy magics like his brothers, but he did have his instinct. And now his instincts told him to strike. He unsheathed a kriegsmesser, gripping it in both of his hands before lunging at the blinded Barbarian. Victory was all but guaranteed, but not without a cost. Saxton swung his messer down at the Frankish warrior, yet instead of cleaving his head in two he only managed cut deeply into the shoulder. Before, he could react or adjust Saxton felt something, a sharp and crushing pain in his chest, then he heard it. The sound of Thunder boomed from a-top the Ritter Tower and as it did Saxtons body was flung from the walls. As he fell, he felt pain for a short while, then he felt cold, and then nothing. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

TWICE CURSED A POV post by the young Lady Viktoria of Stran. Viktoria wondered if she was twice cursed. She never thought much of the first, her family's curse, even as it did tend to affect her day to day life but now.. Now, she stood by her youngest sister as her heart ached and her stomach churned. She explained what wardship was, but did not explain its reasoning. War. The child had wished she could say the war never affected her, but she knew of it as long as she could remember. One of her first memories was herself at the mere age of three, toddling along behind her eldest brother within the refugee camps of Aaun as they chased after a Goat. She beamed and laughed, not knowing any better as threats were made upon her family's livelihood. And so it continued. One moment after another. Her mothers title stripped away, and thus her heirship in turn. She had become simply the Lady Viktoria then, and it took her time to find her bearings. And then the end of the world, or that of the land of the Almaris as she knew it came and a whole new war began. It was different, it took away what she knew as a ‘home’, if you can call a refugee camp home and simply sent her into another refugee camp, one in Savoy. Time passed, and she found herself in a new land and this time, in a true to GODANI home. Vaska. --- Things were looking up, or so it had seemed. She went from place to place, all kept succinctly within the Kingdom of Aaun. Vaska, Minitz, Whitespire. Repeat. But it became her new life and one she came to enjoy. She did not live in a tent but instead had a room. One she could call her own, with paintings decorating the walls, and embroidered pillows of her own making strewn everywhere. A day came, though, in which she visited Whitespire with her eldest brother. Viktoria prattled on, as she often did, about the interview she did for the mayoral candidate just earlier that day. She was excited to be a field reporter for the Aaunic Herald! Istvan listened, and poked fun as siblings often did, as the duo paused by the candidates booth. That excitement soon faded. First a man, then multiple came to them, claiming she had committed a crime! Viktoria had no idea what crime she could have committed, and the men did not wear the armor of any of the places of Aaun. In fact, she did not recognize their armor from anywhere. She tugged on her brother's hand, some anxiety there, as the small girl of thirteen wished to get away. Her heart pounded, frantic and not sure what to expect. They grabbed at her, yanking her from her brother who soon pulled her back and a fight broke loose. It was all such a blur and it all happened so fast. A sharp pain came, having taken something sharp, she couldn’t even be sure what sort of weapon it was; straight to her gut. Viktoria collapsed upon the floor, and she cried for her brother, bony hands pressed over the injury at her waist. The pain was debilitating, and the last thing she could remember was one of her fathers men stepping in front of her prone form, standing before her. The next she’d awoken, everything had hurt and blurry faces were seen before her. Her brother, and her family were not among them. She was in the Minitz clinic. Her brother in the Whitespire clinic. The siblings were separated, unsure if the other were alright. --- It took some time to heal fully. Her movements were careful, and she was not allowed to step foot outside of her home during then. Vaska had become Stran sometime before her injury. A great pride that made her beam, further so when the King so graciously accepted her petitioned gift, as she’d improved in her embroidery. And finally, some time later, she was healed. She didn’t go anywhere without her guard anymore, even if she were with one of her family members and things seemed to be getting back to something better. The bandits, though, they kept coming back. Always causing trouble, and always seemingly running the moment things had gone bad, attempting to entrap those back in their homeland; Adria. And so the day of the royal wedding came, and the Lady Viktoria made way for the basilica with her guard - and soon afterwards the palace. She took note of her dear friend, Leutwin who seemed to be nowhere to be seen after that of the wedding and she went in search of him about the palace as the feast took place. There was no sign of him, the young girl of now fourteen unaware of her friend being tortured by those who sought to take her previously. And so she explored, and she spoke to others, until she came to a standstill within the palace gardens. Her father and the Princess Adeline spoke and a deal was made. She is to be warded. She would move to the palace. She would see her family less and less. Why? War. Viktoria wondered if she was twice cursed.

DIE ERNENNUNG DES ZWEITEN VIZE KANZLER DER HERRENHAUSE THE APPOINTMENT OF THE SECOND VICE-CHANCELLOR OF THE HERRENHAUS Issued by the Kanzler of Minitz in the year of our Lord 1928 SÖHNE UND TÖCHTER VON MINITZ, By the decree of Herzog Brandt 'the Bosnan' Barclay, ruler and Chieftain of Minitz, let it be known to all the tribesmen of our hallowed lands that a new appointment has been made to strengthen the management of our tribe. With great wisdom and discernment, I have chosen Ottomar Josef Barclay to assume the esteemed position of Vizekanzler. With his unyielding loyalty, dutiful conduct, and keen drive to betterment of the Reinmaren people, Ottomar has proven himself worthy of this honour. He shall sit by my side, offering counsel and guidance in matters of governance, and shall aid our hallowed quest of shaping the future of our tribe. Let it be understood that the Vizekanzler shall be bestowed with the authority to act on my behalf in my absence, and shall have the power to make decisions and implement policies that align with the vision of our tribe's ancestors; of Leon Barclay, of Dietrich, of Wilheim. His words shall carry the weight of the Herzog's edict, penultimate to that of the Kanzler and his actions shall be executed with unwavering dedication to the betterment of our people. As our ilk face challenges and opportunities in this new continent, let all tribesmen extend their respect and cooperation to Vizekanzler Ottomar Josef Barclay, as he assumes his duties with honor, vigor and diligence. GOTT above watch over this brave Reinmaren as he undertakes the office of Vizekanzler to the best of his capabilities. Thus, it is by the Decree of the Duke that: OTTOMAR BARCLAY BE ELEVATED AS THE SECOND VIZEKANZLER OF MINITZ, TO TAKE A SEAT AMONGST THE MEMBERS OF THE DUKE'S HERRENHAUS, TO AID OVERSEEING THE ADMINISTRATION AND PROPER FUNCTIONING OF THE HERZOGRAT OF MINITZ. GOTT MIT UNS, His Excellency, Karl von Theonus RSTSR, Chieftain of the Theonus Tribe, Thegn of Einmont, Patriarch of Theonus, Kanzler of Minitz His Excellency, Ottomar Josef Barclay, Vizekanzler of Minitz His Grace, Brandt I Wilheim Barclay Herzog von Minitz KIH, KBS, KRE, GMSTSR, Duke of Minitz, Count of Neu Brandthof, Viscount of Tucay, Baron of Boriënwald and Brandthof, Lord of Durres, Grand Peer of Aaun, Warden of the Franklands, High Chief of the Reinmaren, LORD VANDALORE

After the trial stripping Valens of his position in the warband Valens returned to his home and wrote his final message to the world. His final note said: They took it all away from me. Even after all I have done for Minitz. They took it all away. I have decided its better to die than to live with knowing I have failed Minitz and it's people. So this is my final goodbye. Thank you for the adventures and the memories. Some day I will return and fulfill my duties as Theoderic. Goodbye and glory to Minitz. -Valens His note was found with his body on the ground after he jumped from the roofs of Minitz.

A young bearded man enters the city and walks into the tavern to try and figure out why his mother sent him off to this strange place. Nothing is known about this man however he does bare a striking resemblance to Valens.

FIELDS OF GREY [♪] The battle was going to be horrifying. That, the old soldier knew for sure. In his lifetime, Wiktor Jazloviecki has seen enough to make him able to predict that from the atmosphere alone. And even so, it exceeded anything he could have ever expected. He rallied together at the Herzogtum of Minitz along with his Lechian brethren, adorned in the armour of the Hetman of Eagle’s Watch. He listened as soldiers and warriors chatted around him- some prayed, some jested, some discussed- but all appeared well-prepared for the upcoming clash. Upon hearing orders shouted left and right, he made his way up on the wall, gone to inspect the horizon. There, he met his nephews- Waclaw and Aleksander Jazloviecki. As he was talking with them, many men and women, the proud defenders of Minitz, flooded the walls and Wiktor was sure the collision of the vicious and dreadful Mori and the honourable descendants was upon him. He unsheathed his sword and readied himself to oppose the horrors. The locusts came first- twisted, sky-faring spawns of Iblees. The Minitzer protectors loaded their bolts into their crossbows, stones into their trebuchets, and shortly after, the black night sky was filled with hundreds of projectiles, many of which found their targets. On the ground, eldritch arachnoids came in like an avalanche, crushing into the walls with horrible vigour. And, the worst of all- from the Minitz lake, bubbles appeared on the surface. Not very long after, a massive orb of energy and dark magic showed itself at the sight of the defenders. Soon, it started to hover over to the Duchy. The vile creation started to rip the city apart, tearing it piece by piece. “Retreat to the gates!” The orders were clear, and Wiktor, with the rest of the soldiers moved from the walls to defend the main gate, which has fallen under the attack of a horde of Dreadknights. The plate-clad undead beings stood armed in front of the gate, their lifeless eyes laid on the descendants. As the protectors of Minitz stood prepared right at the bars of the gate, the Duke gave the order to open it- luring the battalion of Dreadknights in. Once they stood under the now-lifted gate bars, the Duke commanded for the gate mechanism to be activated. The bars crashed down, impaling through all who stood under them, that being, in the favour of the defenders, a great portion of the Dreadknight force. Another order was shouted- ignite the buildings that stand nearest to the gate. With the order being accomplished, Duke Brandt instructed to open the gates, letting the Dreadknights in. The two armies collided, and a storm of steel began. The battle was fierce, and Wiktor tried to cut through as many as he could. As the numbers thinned, he noticed that red colour cascaded down his side, and soon enough, he started to lose conscience. The world started to spin as he felt his strength slip away, his legs now being barely able to carry the weight of his body. He tried to resist, to strike one more time, but could very scarcely raise his sword- and in a brief moment, he only felt a cold breeze and complete silence. Closing his eyes, he then departed to eternal rest.

DIE EDIKTE DES SECHSTEN BRANDTIANISCHEN MOOT THE EDICTS SIXTH BRANDTIAN MOOT Issued by the Lord Regent of the Herrenhaus in the year of our Lord 1922 SÖHNE UND TÖCHTER VON MINITZ, With the recent announcement of a regency it was necessary to bring together the Sons and Daughter of Minitz to Moot to discuss the recent happenings of the Duchy. Several petitions had been brought to the attention of the Ducal Herrenhaus, necessitating the convening of the Reinmaren to Moot in order to discuss and vote on these matters. Thus, the Sixth Brandtian Moot was called to session in the year 1921 of our Lord. Upon the agenda were a number of petitions by Margaret af Barrowton, a Sister Acolyte of the Church of the Canon. Raising her concerns regarding the lack of provisions within the Minitzian Kanun regarding narcotics. The Sister had sought a meeting with the Herzog and Lord Regent some months prior to the convening of the Moot, being granted permission to petition the Tribesmen and Tribeswoman to amend the Kanun. Making an impassioned case for the petitions presented, Margaret sought to sway the opinion of the Reinmaren in favor of the proposed “Margaret’s Law” Despite a well-argued case presented by the good clergywoman, the Reinmaren’s will was as their walls, set in stone. With the majority of those assembled voting against the addition of “Margaret’s Law” to the First Book of the Kanun. PROPOSAL I: MARGARET’S LAW Thus is it proposed that Chapter THREE in the FIRST Book of the Kanun be amended to contain: 10. Margaret’s Law: The prohibition and outlawing of a number of substances often consumed by descendants across Almaris. It includes prohibitions on the following substances: Division 2 - List of Prohibited Narcotics The following list therein contains the narcotics prohibited in the Duchy of Minitz and able to substantiate an offense against the State: Eye Buddy (i) Alchemist Quartz or ‘quartz powder’ (ii) Black Cactus Green (iii) Fumemix (iv) Baby’s Brain (v) Ice Kiss If any narcotic is brought before the Moot that otherwise is not on this list, then the necessary judicial officer(s) can consult the likeness it has to these substances as a means of determining its inclusion or exclusion from the parameters of this Act. A test can be employed, analyzing: (i) The addictive nature of the substance and / or reliance upon it by the individual (ii) The ingredients of the substance (iii) The foreign nature of the substance (iv) The health risks it poses to the individual or others (v) The means in which it is ingested or used Division 3 - Offenses Possession of prohibited narcotics A person who has a prohibited narcotic voluntarily in his or her possession is guilty of an offense. They may be punished through a sizable fine, a series of lashings, or the loss of a hand as a symbol of wrongful possession. Distribution of prohibited narcotics A person found to be distributing prohibited narcotics to any citizen of or person within the duchy of Minitz is guilty of an offense. They may be punished through a sizable fine, a series of lashings, or the loss of both hand and tongue as symbols of wrongful trade and solicitation. The manufacture and growth of prohibited narcotics A person found to be manufacturing or growing prohibited narcotics within the duchy of Minitz is guilty of an offense. They may be punished through a sizable fine, a series of lashings, or the loss of their land. Promotion of prohibited narcotics A person found to be promoting the previous offenses to a person inside of Minitz is guilty of a separate offense. They may be punished through a sizable fine, a series of lashings, or the loss of their tongue as a symbol of wrongful solicitation. Thus voted the Sons and Daughters of Minitz: JA Tribeswoman Eloisee Veiel NEIN Lord Ludolf Ritter Barclay Lady Clare Barclay Chieftain Robert Ritter von Stroheim Tribesmen Peter Ritter von Stroheim Tribesmen Saxton von Stroheim Tribesmen Theoderic von Theonus Tribesmen John O’Riley ABSTAIN Chieftain Karl Ritter von Theonus Tribeswoman Annette von Theonus PROPOSAL II: AMENDMENT TO HOLY MATRIMONY Thus is it proposed that Chapter THREE in the FIRST Book of the Kanun be amended to contain: acts against nature are forbidden 11. On the topic of holy matrimony, the Duchy of Minitz recognizes that marriage is to be between a man and woman, per the teachings of the Canon. Acts against this nature are forbidden, and are to be punished according to Section VII. On Heresy, of the Third Chapter of the First Book of the Kanun. Given the similar nature of these crimes, let this amendment to the Kanun be but an extension to the existing law. The one who whilst believing in the Canon subverts its true teachings shall be proclaimed a heretic by the Kanun, thus relinquishing their liberties regardless of their status as a subject. They are subject to the same punishments that the Kanun administers to the infidels, yet they shall be judged harsher than the infidel. Thus voted the Sons and Daughters of Minitz: JA Lord Ludolf Ritter Barclay Lady Clare Barclay Chieftain Karl Ritter von Theonus Chieftain Robert Ritter von Stroheim Tribesman Peter Ritter von Stroheim Tribesman Theoderic von Theonus Tribeswoman Eloisee Veiel Tribesman Saxton von Stroheim NEIN ABSTAIN Tribeswoman Annette von Theonus Tribesman Burlous Wick Tribesman John O’Riley GOTT MIT UNS, His Excellency, Karl von Theonus RSTSR, Chieftain of the Theonus Tribe, Thegn of Einmont, Patriarch of Theonus, Kanzler of Minitz, Lord Regent of Minitz His Grace, Brandt Wilheim Barclay Herzog von Minitz GMSTSR, KBS Duke of Minitz, Margrave of Vanderfell, Count of Neu Brandthof, Viscount of Tucay, Baron of Boriënwald and Brandthof, Lord of Durres, Protector of the Aaunic Heartlands, Chief of the Minitzian Reinmaren, Lord Vandalore

DIE ERNENNUNG DES ERSTEN VIZE KANZLER DER HERRENHAUSES THE APPOINTMENT OF THE FIRST VICE-CHANCELLOR OF THE HERRENHAUS Issued by the Herzog of Minitz in the year of our Lord 1919 SÖHNE UND TÖCHTER VON MINITZ, By the decree of Herzog Brandt 'the Bosnan' Barclay, ruler and Chieftain of Minitz, let it be known to all the tribesmen of our hallowed lands that a new appointment has been made to strengthen the management of our tribe. With great wisdom and discernment, I have chosen Ludrik Katzak to assume the esteemed position of Vizekanzler, to serve as an advisor and aid to Chieftain Karl von Theonus, the Kanzler of Minitz. With his unyielding loyalty, battle-tested experience, and keen intellect, Ludrik of the Tribe of Katzak has proven himself worthy of this honour. He shall sit by my side, offering counsel and guidance in matters of governance, and shall aid our hallowed quest of shaping the future of our tribe. Let it be understood that the Vizekanzler shall be bestowed with the authority to act on my behalf in my absence, and shall have the power to make decisions and implement policies that align with the vision of our tribe's ancestors; of Leon Barclay, of Dietrich, of Wilheim. His words shall carry the weight of the Herzog's edict, penultimate to that of Chieftain Karl, and his actions shall be executed with unwavering dedication to the betterment of our people. As our ilk face challenges and opportunities, I trust in the expertise and judgment of a son of the Katzak tribe to aid Chieftain Karl von Theonus in the management of our tribe, ensuring that our lands prosper and our people thrive. Let all tribesmen extend their respect and cooperation to Vizekanzler Ludrik Katzak, as he assumes his duties with honor and diligence. Thus, it is by the Decree of the Duke that: LUDRIK KATZAK BE ELEVATED AS THE VIZEKANZLER OF MINITZ, TO TAKE A SEAT AMONGST THE MEMBERS OF THE DUKE'S HERRENHAUS, TO AID OVERSEEING THE ADMINISTRATION AND PROPER FUNCTIONING OF THE HERZOGRAT OF MINITZ UNDER THE WATCHFUL EYE OF KANZLER KARL VON THEONUS. GOTT MIT UNS, His Excellency, Karl von Theonus RSTSR Chieftain of the Theonus Tribe, Thegn of Einmont, Patriarch of Theonus, Kanzler of Minitz His Excellency, Ludrik Katzak von Katzanik Chieftain of Katzanik, Thegn of Riverrock, Father of the Katzak, Vizekanzler of Minitz, Lord of Arms of the Band of Banners His Grace, Brandt Wilheim Barclay Herzog von Minitz GMSTSR Duke of Minitz, Count of Neu Brandthof, Viscount of Tucay, Baron of Boriënwald and Brandthof, Lord of Durres, Harvest Lord, Protector of the Aaunic Heartlands, Chief of the Minitzian Reinmaren

REFORMEN DES ORDENS DES HEILIGEN TYLOS REFORMS OF THE ORDER OF SAINT TYLOS Issued by the Order of Saint Tylos in the year of our Lord 1919 SÖHNE UND TÖCHTER VON MINITZ, In recent months I have seen stagnation befall the Order of Saint Tylos, laws and rules are muddied, trials, unclear or rushed through. I have taken time to reflect upon the state of the Knight Order and so the time has come. A time for change is long overdue and as the words of Minitz decree “Wer Rastet, Der Rostet” we must not rust and fall to our vices, languishing in sloth. Thus is it proposed that the SEVENTH Trial of the TRIALS OF THE ORDER be amended; "The Kanun is the guide and creed of the law of Minitz, as Ritters of the faire people of Minitz it is our duty to uphold it and pass judgment. The current limitations have held back and made the squire dawdle, therefore it is proposed that mock trials be instated as a more effective and efficient way of teaching the squire of his most sanctified creed." Thus voted the Ritters of the Council: JA Amendment to the Trial of Justice Yvian Ritter Galken Maxwell Ritter ad Landren Robert Ritter Stroheim Ludolf Ritter Barclay Andreas Ritter Ironsword Peter Ritter Stroheim NEIN No amendments to the Trial of Justice (None) ABSTAIN (None) "Approved, the Squire will no longer dally for months or perhaps even years on end, waiting for criminals to rear their ugly rears." Thus is it proposed that the SECOND Trial of the TRIALS OF THE ORDER be amended; "The faith of Canon is of unparalleled importance as we live our lives through the graces of GOTT. It is proposed that the squire is to undergo a second part to the Trial of Faith, whereas they are to take and pass an examination under the oversight of a priest." Thus voted the Ritters of the Council: JA Amendment to the Trial of Faith Yvian Ritter Galken NEIN No amendments to the Trial of Faith Maxwell Ritter ad Landren Robert Ritter Stroheim Ludolf Ritter Barclay Andreas Ritter Ironsword Peter Ritter Stroheim ABSTAIN (None) "Rejected, the Ritters should already be instilled during his tribulations as a pilgrim." Thus is it proposed that a new, ELEVENTH Trial of the TRIALS OF THE ORDER be added; "To know strategy is of great importance, to be able to command and direct men on the field of battle is of paramount importance. It is proposed that a Trial of Tactics be added to learn." Thus voted the Ritters of the Council: JA Addition of the Trial of Tactics Yvian Ritter Galken NEIN No Adding of the Trial of Tactics Maxwell Ritter ad Landren Robert Ritter Stroheim Ludolf Ritter Barclay Andreas Ritter Ironsword Peter Ritter Stroheim ABSTAIN (None) "Rejected, the Ritters duty is to be a well honed tool not to be one of strategy but to be the one of action." Thus is it proposed that a limit of 10 Ritters be instilled with the ORDER OF SAINT TYLOS; "To be a Ritter is an utmost prestige and honour, such should be heralded throughout the realm and likewise bloat should be prevented so as to maintain the Orders prestige." Thus voted the Ritters of the Council: JA Addition of Limitations (None) NEIN No Addition of Limitations Maxwell Ritter ad Landren Robert Ritter Stroheim Ludolf Ritter Barclay Andreas Ritter Ironsword Peter Ritter Stroheim Yvian Ritter Galken ABSTAIN (None) "Rejected, to do such is to stifle growth, instead a proposal of stricter regulations has been implemented. For a son or daughter of Minitz to be a Squire such must be agreed upon in vote, and likewise for the knighting of a Squire to Ritter." Thus is it proposed that the ORDER OF SAINT TYLOS be wholly divorced from THEODERICS WARBAND; "The muddying and distrust of ranks between Ritter and Warrior of the Warband has recently proclaimed itself most loudly and such this ought to be rectified. It is proposed that the Order and Warband are completely divorced from one another, neither has sway over the other, with Herrenhaus positions being the exception." Thus voted the Ritters of the Council: JA Divorce of Order and Warband Maxwell Ritter ad Landren Robert Ritter Stroheim Ludolf Ritter Barclay Andreas Ritter Ironsword Peter Ritter Stroheim Yvian Ritter Galken NEIN No Divorce of Order and Warband (None) ABSTAIN (None) "Approved. Separation to prevent the clouding ranks." Thus is it proposed that Ritters of the ORDER OF SAINT TYLOS be given the requirement; "Remember our creed, ‘Wer Rastet, Der Rostet’, to rest is to rust and such, is to not be tolerated. It is proposed that should a Squire or Ritter become inactive for more than three weeks without notice then they are to return their Cross of Tylos and leave the Order." Thus voted the Ritters of the Council: JA Addition of Activity Requirements Maxwell Ritter ad Landren Robert Ritter Stroheim Ludolf Ritter Barclay Andreas Ritter Ironsword Peter Ritter Stroheim Yvian Ritter Galken NEIN No Addition of Activity Requirements (None) ABSTAIN (None) "Approved. We need not the inactive, we need not those who dull their blades." Thus is it proposed that Ritters of the ORDER OF SAINT TYLOS be given the restriction; "To maintain good confidence and prevent bias in the justice system, Ritters cannot judge a fellow Ritter and that a Kastellan may not hold a position in the Herrenhaus aside from Herrenmeister. It is proposed that Ritters " Thus voted the Ritters of the Council: JA Amendment to the Judging of Ritter upon Ritter and Kastelan Duties (None) NEIN No Amendment to the Judging of Ritter upon Ritter and Kastelan Duties Maxwell Ritter ad Landren Robert Ritter Stroheim Ludolf Ritter Barclay Yvian Ritter Galken ABSTAIN Peter Ritter Stroheim Andreas Ritter Ironsword "Rejected. A battle brother should be able to judge his brothers in arms as he is able to his own family and Ritters of competence should be rewarded for such and not held back by meaningless restrictions." WER RASTET, DER ROSTET, His Excellency, Yvian Ritter Galken HMSTSR Herrenmeister of the Order of Saint Tylos the Stallion of Reinmar, Kastellan of the Ostturm His Grace, Brandt Wilheim Barclay Herzog von Minitz GMSTSR Duke of Minitz, Count of Neu Brandthof, Viscount of Tucay, Baron of Boriënwald and Brandthof, Lord of Durres, Protector of the Aaunic Heartlands, Chief of the Minitzian Reinmaren

The Greatest Days in Adrian History LO unto the Adrians, Guide my hand, dear Muse, for the excitement of the great humor that possesses me may cause my unfiltered words to slip freely from my mind onto the parchment upon which I write! Tonight I speak of the most daring story that shall grace the history of our nation for a thousand generations- a tale of daring escape, dastardly betrayal, and the triumph of the few over the many! The day began in a church and ended in a church. One in Haense and one in Adria. One of near-defeat and one of clear victory. It was by the Pontiff’s promise of protection that our fearless Duke, good Heinrik Sarkozic, humbly ventured to the halls of the Basilica of Karosgrad, where the trial was to be held for his supposed sins. Although a mockery was made of all who hold justice and piety dear, for the presiding court cared not for the veracity of the trials, nor the Pontiff’s own consorting with the Azdrazi, all who were present knew from the start that the verdict would be rendered guilty. What came as a surprise was the Pontiff’s sentence: death for all. Never had such a thing been levied, especially not on holy ground, yet holiness was no concern for Pontian the Puppet, who bayed for the blood of Adrian women and children within the halls of his church. Thus, a plan was hatched among the crafty few of Adria. The hearty men of Adria, though numbering few, resolved to hold off the great tides of Haeseni, Aaunites, and Balianites when the call was made to kill their Duke of Adria. Though they believed they would all fall, they had a hope that their sacrifice would allow their dear Heinrik to escape to Adria and rally his host. As the tide of bloodthirsty berserkers surged forth, the brave few of Adria stepped up and drove forth. The coalition mass bent, giving enough time for the Duke, donned only in rags as he felt was fitting, to burst out the door. Hopping atop a steed prepared by a friendly city dweller, the Duke rode ahead of the chasing army, laughing and singing as he triumphantly vaulted over the walls and off to safety. As he made his great escape, the rest of the Adrians were quickly surrounded. With their valiant stand having fulfilled its purpose, and needing no reason to fight, they promptly surrendered en-masse. Sir Joseph Vasile and the von Draco family were the principal captives, and they were promptly brought to the dank, fetid cells underneath the city. For days they languished, yet over by Adria, battle had commenced… Neither the Duke nor the Coalition had idled in the days following his escape. Sounding the bells upon his return, good Heinrik rallied his forces, and the people of Velec once again took to the streets. Manning the barricades they had taken to over a year ago, the five-thousand defenders of Adria, missing their Marshal and the fierce von Dracos, sat waiting to meet the seven-thousand five-hundred assembled of Haense, Balian, and Aaun. The two armies met within the streets of the great city, and battle ensued once again for the fate of Velec. For days, the two armies bitterly fought, with soldiers from all armies battling street to street, home to home. However, despite their numbers, the civic pride and ferocity of the Adrians won the day. Routed and broken, the army of the coalition was driven from the city. They fled to their three corners of Almaris, tails between their legs, while our proud Duke stood triumphant once again. When faced honestly, might against might, and not a devilish ruse, the people of Adria would always prevail! However, my tale is not yet ended, for we must return to the fates of our prisoners in Karosgrad, not yet hearing of their comrades’ victory back home. As the brutish guards banged at the cell doors, eagerly awaiting the Adrians’ coming execution, a second great scheme was concocted among Sir Joseph, the von Dracos, and many of the friendly guards that lingered about. False chains were put on the prisoners while they were whisked out and put atop horses rode by friendly faces. Before the Haeseni guards, led by the King of Balian himself, could stop the entourage, the reins were whipped and the prisoners were rode away! Not a single one was slain or left to be captive, for all were broken out that eve. And this concludes my story of the greatest days in the history of our fair country. Two daring escapes! A holy man’s betrayal! A great triumph over the armies of three nations! It is a tale that no minstrel nor poet can concoct, and thus it is left to me to write this cautionary tale to those who wish to test the might of a united Adria, or venture to out-wit the people whose minds are clearer than a smooth crystal and sharper than a razor’s edge. It began in a church, and with God’s help ended in a church.