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A fortress with a great division of light and darkness. The lighter regions hold much glory as the heavens bless them with radiant appearances and treasures, the darker half holds mystery and the entirety of the fortress. No one knows what sort of happenings go on there.

Ruler:

1. Simon Brandt, Warden of the North

Inhabitants:

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A blond haired, brown-eyed male would stand at the peak of a mountain of ice and snow, looking over the two halves of this mountainous winter wasteland before him. In one half, light ruled. Given by the Quincy the name "Reinheit", it would conquer the larger of the two halves, for wherever the sun touched completely, it would be territory of the ever so open Reinheit. It was also the more beautiful of the two, as life would strive within it. From the smallest snowshoe hare to the largest snowy owl and everything in between would be a rare sight to see, but when it is seen, one could tell that the species would be thriving. Reinheit was home to trees and living creatures, though it had its downsides as well, for it was also completely exposed to the frequent storms these mountains would have, where temperatures would drop both its lowest and highest. Reinheit was a pure place of nature, sure, but that doesn't mean that it isn't dangerous in the slightest.

The other one, which the hooded Quincy named "Verderbnis", would be located in every cave, under every overhang, and generally was seen below Reinheit. This place would be dark, dangerous, and corrupt. While not largely affected by the storms Reinheit is given, Verderbnis is just as dangerous, for it is the true home of the land's many predators. Wolves, bears, and even rumors of the long extinct dire wolf being alive in this dark and vile region are but few of the many winter-accustomed predators that make their homes here, allowing them to travel up to Reinheit for food and return to the dark underworld of Verderbnis for shelter from the storms. It would also be home to the castle which the Quincy male now rules over, which was built within one of the larger mountains of the range, safe from both storm and creature, with a single bridge separating it from the rest of the mountain range, with a deep and great descent into the ever so present icy caverns below, where one that would fall off of the bridge would surely be impaled upon the random spikes of ice protruding from the caverns if not forced to fall to their death upon the bottom itself. forever imprisoned there for the rest of eternity.

"Die Reinheit and Die Verderbnis. Purity and Corruption. The names fit these chaotic regions, where fate is the pure decider upon who lives and who dies within this place. This shall be perfect for myself, the new Warden of The North, Simon Brandt." As the Quincy male spoke, he would make his way down from the mountain, where he would travel into his castle which lurks below.

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Walking evenly through an intense snowstorm that painted this unforgiving northern land a bleak and harsh white, a lone figure was making it's way towards the North Festung. The mountainous fortress loomed stalwart, hidden from vision by the swirling tides of snow. This figure, however, knew exactly where he was going: the home of the Warden of the North, a former contemporary of his beloved Commander. The figure's military boots left shallow tracks within the packed snow that were quickly swept away by the wind, leaving naught a trace of his movement behind. His appearance was hidden behind the hood of a thick winter coat that extended down to his ankles. The coat was trimmed in brown fur and was gray in color, though it would be difficult to make out its exact appearance looking though the snowstorm. Stopping for a brief moment upon reaching the bridge leading into the 'mouth' of the North Festung, the man exhaled deeply. He took his first steps across the bridge and carried forward with the same calm and resolute pace as before. Around halfway across the bridge, he heard the growl of hungry predators behind him. Three imposing wolves, growling and blocking the way back, lay in wait to strike and claim him as prey. Ordinarily, such creatures would have waited out the snowstorm before hunting, but this opportune target must have drawn the desperate winter predators out of hiding. Stopping and turning to look back at the creatures, the man's hood was blown back down from his head, revealing the face of Vandenreich Lieutenant Ringo Fiehr.

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A few weeks have passed since Ringo's arrival to Simon's fortress. Simon, having recognized Ringo as a fellow ally in the Invasion of Hueco Mundo, welcomed him into his ranks immediately, making him an officer of the small but collective force he holds. As the only other notable inhabitant currently residing in the Northern Fortress, he is only under Simon himself, and thus would have control over the forces and the fortress should Simon not be around or would be eliminated. Of course, while Ringo does train the troops, Simon did deliver specific instructions, such as training the troops' agility so they can better avoid projectiles, and how to better injure other Humans. He also delivered specific instructions to have Ringo train the troops in order to outlast the enemy, keeping the enemy alive until tired out, which would then be when the kill should be delivered. Whether or not Ringo had obeyed these instructions it was up to him though, as Simon didn't mind, as long as their troops were trained to at least a basic level of the specific qualities he desired them to have for unknown reasons.

One morning, Simon would have sent a message to Ringo, requesting that he meet him out in one of the now sculpted out ledges of the mountain where troops would be able to open fire upon the enemy if they come. Standing there, with feet just positioned right before the ledge, he would look out, observing the terrain that still held untold mysteries, such as why the lighter and darker halves even exist, and why they're so chaotically different. They provided a good training and hunting grounds though, which was good enough, and at least the cold most of the time was something one can grow used to, so it wasn't as though they were all freezing either. Still though, it was quite an odd thing, and one such odd thing Simon would hope to look further into one day when other ambitions have left his system.

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Upon his arrival at the incredible Quincy Fortress of the North, Ringo Fiehr was greeted by an ally from the incursion into Hueco Mundo. "The Warden of the North", Sternritter Simon Brandt, and his men were host the well hidden and foreboding cavernous mountain of a base. Not only did he receive a rather warm welcome, but because of his experience in the matter, the Soldat Lieutenant was given charge over the forces of the North Festung. Specifically, he was to preside over the men's training, while himself receiving instruction from Simon Brandt. The force that manned this fortress was small in number, but they were all excellently trained and of incredible fortitude. The constant harsh conditions had forced these Quincy to adapt and become incredible to even survive within the area. In addition to basic training, Ringo led the men there in training to be able to avoid projectiles; this was a skill invaluable in combat, as it would help them against kido, ceros, and even the Heilig Pfeil used by their own kind. As soldat, these Quincy had been trained for years in the combat of spiritual beings; but with humans who can use spiritual powers abounding in the form of Quincy, Bounts, and Fullbringers, it was necessary to train specifically in how to fight well against them.

Training with the forces of the North Festung helped to dramatically sharpen Ringo Fiehr's abilities, which were already impressive among Soldat. He remained talented in both the use of hirenkyaku and ginto spells; as talented as someone of his rank should hope to be. His real talent, however, lay in his amazing skills in hand-to-hand combat. The Soldat Lieutenant was able to congeal the reishi around his fists and launch Heilig Pfeil blasts from them to supplement his unarmed fighting ability. Ringo was also a genius in using Blut, making his raw offensive and defensive power a brilliant balance. He was able to put all of these skills to use and improve them even further when training the Soldat of the North Festung to tire out their enemies in a fight and strike when the enemy had exhausted themselves. These weeks of training showed Ringo's massive determination to get stronger and become a sternritter; to achieve his lifelong dream.

Ringo Fiehr was alerted one morning that Simon Brandt, commander of this fortress, would like to meet with him. The young lieutenant made his way to the meeting place to find that the Sternritter was already there waiting for him. "You wanted to speak with me, Commander?"

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"Yes, I would like to discuss some things with you while our men are off on the weekly hunt." He responded to his Lieutenant as he turned around, offering a welcoming smile. Simon was never one to believe in treating his own men like tools, at least not externally. A tyrant eventually loses power at the hands of those under them, and are then left with nothing. He had wondered constantly recently if fate is on his side, if what he is planning to do won't crash and burn. Many a night had he stayed up, carefully considering if he should let this man that he had only been able to fully interact with recently know about his secret plans, or if he would live out his use to Simon, and must therefore be somehow detained or neutralized before he becomes a larger threat to his plans. Recently though, he had come to a decision to trust his Lieutenant, knowing by now that the man isn't stupid, and that he must have figured out at least a part of why Simon would give him those training instructions.

"First, we should clear the air of the secrecy I've been only hinting you at ever since you had arrived here. I am planning to topple the Wadenreich's current leadership." He would tell Ringo flatout, allowing a few seconds to have those words sink in. "I have witnessed something that has long since been burned into my mind since the invasion of Hueco Mundo and our victory, even if it was not an entire one, over Los Noches. While the original commander of our invading forces, or rather, his possible corpse, has never been found, I've come to recognize that the current leadership of the Reich is undeserving of the titles they hold. Those of us that took initiative and struck a great victory which had finally interrupted the constant game of "war" that we played with the Soul Society time and time again should be in charge of our entire force, and thus make us strong once again, not some woman that only desires to take credit for a moment she had no part in and some unknown second in command."

He would look towards the terrain once more, continuing his observation as his dialogue continued. "You are my Lieutenant, the trusted officer of Iro, a war hero of the Reich, and a strong, capable man. Accept your place among our ranks and offer your aid and I can promise you that I will make your abilities come to fruition and you yourself finally become a Stern Ritter. We know that you deserve it, but there are still obstacles remaining in your path that I can help you topple. To honor your previous Commander and for the sake of the future of the Wandenreich, where it still has the chance to amount to something more than a random force that performs mock invasions against the Shinigami, will you join us?" He would offer as his left hand extended outwards, signifying a possible handshake in order to settle the deal. Simon would do what is in his power to help improve Ringo before the time comes for them to strike, but he needs Ringo's cooperation and loyalty in the matter as well. He knew that he is risking a lot by finally revealing his plan to his Lieutenant, but he also knew that to keep his allies in the dark would only weaken him and the strength of his forces.

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Roberto stood stoic in expression, a tall well built, tan skinned man of a somewhat rough expression. He did not speak much since he had come to this new encampment the North Festung as it had been called, not somewhere he had recognised in his years as a soldat, though not a matter he would question. He held a gruff gravity to his voice when he did on the very few occassions utter a word.

He did not speak directly to his superiors, despite his rank as a soldat captain he was content in the simplicity of his life having accepted, what may come to him a long time back. Even if he was viwed as a mere pawn, the quincy and the wandenreich remained as hi one and only brethren, his family, he supposed in his naivety, something he had accepted many years back. He was not a stupid man or perhaps he merely wished to believe he wasn't but he did believe he was at least somewhat simple, He would do as ordered and hopefully lead those placed under him adequately for the reich and for the sake of family.

His eyes still occasionally made false attempts at trickling tears down, and perhaps even specled in rememberance of his family by blood long lost, his mind was still haunted, he slept each night with one eye open, his sheets soaked in sweat and perhaps more. He could not cry, he was incapable, of allowing himself to tear. He felt the need to scream and yet he could not make even the smallest motion. 'A man should not cry before his brethren unless they're tears of joy' perhaps the one and only thing he had remembered from his father, and maybe it was flawed and idiotic but it did not matter to him, he would refrain from ever changing, for his father he still loved and the rest of his family now long gone.

His sister laying dead in a box the most vicious of images so surreal and yet he knew it had happened he was there after all. He tried to conceal these thoughts from his head and perhaps he had for awhile but they would always remain behind in his mental state lingering nightmares with no remorse.

He knew there was a chance he still held some form of blood family, a child that may have been his or may have not been, but he was content in forgetting that stage of his life, even if he was a father he did not believe it would truly be in the childs best interests to meet someone with so little use, he did not nor would he ever truly deserve that right, he would never reach that height his father stood in within his head and for that he did not grieve.

His mind flickered to and fro past thoughts, he was training on the behest of the Sternritter 'I' a young man, as were really all of the sternritter from what he had seen, him and his lieutenant whom seemingly gave the more direct orders a man named Ringo Fiehr he did not know for what reason they had been pushed to train in such a fashion, but he held some suspicions in his head.

Though of course to him it did not matter too much as long as he honoured his brethren in victory or defeat he would always be content. he cloaked his right arm under a thick cast, not allowing it's sight to effect his own livelihood or that of his brothers and sisters in this the One True Glorious Reich.

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The Quincy Lieutenant stood in attention as he his superior opened by telling him that he had something that he wished to discuss with the young man. Ringo Fiehr was burdened and surprised to hear his Commander's admission that he wished to topple the Vandenreich's current leadership. While Ringo had always been loyal to a fault, not wanting to insult his superiors by ever even questioning their decisions, he knew that what the Sternritter I was saying certainly made sense. He had merely figured before that the Nobles, Commanders, and Sternritter were entitled to a deeper fountain of knowledge than he could've know; it was not his place to judge their decisions, when he thought that he had no idea what they might know. Something within Simon Brandt's words resounded with Ringo. The young Lieutenant never understood the need for such constant hostility with the Soul Society, when it only brought more and more of his fellow Quincy to an early grave. Surely they could never live peacefully alongside the Shinigami, whose very values in existence clashed with their own, but throwing away Quincy who had friends and family in pointless invasions couldn't be the answer. He also knew that Simon had to be right about the current rulers at the very top of the Reich, though he didn't want to believe it himself. Ringo Fiehr had never heard of the actions of their current Queen, nor had he even heard of their new Grandmaster at all. He still wished to remain loyal to them; but if loyalty to them meant the deaths of more innocent people, then he had no choice but to sever such loyalty. He had learned of Simon's actions during the recent incursion into Las Noches; Ringo thought of him both as a capable Sternritter and as a kind man who would even show consideration for his enemies.

To hear Sternritter Irotoridori Fuzen called a hero was quite strange. The young Quincy had always looked up to him in admiration, but Irotoridori had never spoken to Ringo as if he even thought he lived up to fraction of that admiration. His former Commander was a strange man; in Ringo's opinion, he was kind and the most talented Quincy he could've ever imagined. On the other hand, Ringo always saw him strong in what it was the Reich had ordered him to do, completely willing to throw away him own morality for a greater cause. At least, that's what Ringo Fiehr thought or Irotoridori Fuzen. The last time the Vandenreich Lieutenant had ever seen his Commander, however, he was left in complete confusion. Even after being sent flying into the Tercera palace and having it collapse in on him, the Sternritter S climbed out of the rubble and walked over to the Tercera Espada. But whether he had the strength left or not, the Quincy Commander didn't even attempt to slay the enemy he had been fighting so vigorously. He merely ordered Ringo to leave and walked off into the sands of Las Noches alone. Later reports would tell of how he attacked men on both sides to end the conflict.... If ending conflict was an important enough reason to his former commander to attack his own men, then Ringo knew he had to choose the path that led to least bloodshed.

"I'll do whatever it is you need me to do," the young Quincy said as he shook his Commander's hand.

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A single trail of footprints led through the tundra outside of the North Festung. The Soldat Lieutenant, Ringo Fiehr, trudged slowly forward; he was shirtless, wearing his gray winter coat tied around his waist. He was clearly injured and exhausted, streaks of blood dried and frozen accented his white skin. His mouth let out a large visible cloud of vapor with each labored breath and he came to a stop. This was the way he had been training to develop Schrift; he would go out into the tundra and fend off the dire wolves' attacks until he collapsed unconscious, at which point two waiting Soldat would grab his body and carry him back. He felt that by training to the point of near-death over and over again, he could perhaps one day be chosen and blessed with Schrift. Ringo thought he was never worthy, not special like the Sternritter, but there were others who believed in him. If only to prove his allies' kind words meant something, he would become more than he thought he could.

He grit his teeth, barely able to stand as the beasts circled him. One made its move from behind, lunging with desire to rend his flesh from its place. The lieutenant turned left to meet it, not fast enough before the beast's powerful jaws clamped down on his elbow and the crimson hue of the Quincy's blood dotted against the white of the snow below. In the same turning motion, Ringo congealed reishi onto his right hand and punched the creature in its face. The wolf was knocked back off of him in a burst of smoke from the heilig pfeil-like blast his fist delivered.

Another of the three dire wolves currently opposing him took this opportunity to make its rush in for an attack, something Ringo Fiehr knew was coming but couldn't avoid in his current state. Drifting nearly out of consciousness, he heard it... Turning quickly as if his body was moving on its own, he delivered an uppercut with his right hand to the beast. The impact between knuckles and jaw seemed to last forever to the Quincy. The reishi in the air, the reishi in the snow, the reishi in the wolf's jaw... it expanded in an explosion of energy, sending the beasts body ragdolling through the air with it's lower jaw completely obliterated. Without thought he turned to the first wolf, which was now trying to stand in recovery from the first encounter. Punching straight down onto the creature's head, he could feel the traces of reishi within it, as are within all things, vibrate more and more violently until its head exploded into nothingness.

The Quincy wasn't quick enough as the final dire wolf pounced against him, fangs digging deep within his right shoulder. He grabbed onto the beast and struggled against it, both beings standing on two legs in a grapple with life and death. The two Soldat came running in towards the event before being stopped by a massive explosion. When the blur of steam and snow subsided, the Soldat found nothing but Ringo Fiehr laying unconscious in a crater alone.

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OOC:

Ringo Fiehr: Schrift Learned

"E - The Eruption": Ringo Fiehr's Schrift allows him to vibrate reishi particles until they explode outwards from the instability. The denser the amount of reishi, the larger the explosion will be, but the longer it will take for the particles he's touching to reach the point of explosion.

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Blinding, was the white of the snow. Asimov trudged through it in a heavy fur coat in addition to what he usually wears. A white, knee length trench coat dawning the most flashy and shiny of black buttons covering a black dress shirt and white tie, white slacks, and shiny black shoes. Most would think of him as a fool to wear such out in these conditions, not only because of the health risk but because that's a sure fire way to mess up some perfectly nice clothes. His shoes were exposed to that of the snow and they were sure to half destroyed by the time he made it to his destination. Austerlitz's concern about his clothes could be less than his concern for petty fighting. The seriousness in his glare could be felt a mile away, even through the mountains. The solitude, the mystery, and the fear that could all be felt in a place like this also holds much potential, purity, and guidance to someone like Asimov. His being here should be nothing short of something special and a great learning experience. 

The castle before him, in its great size and remarkable frame, showed promise and a sense of awe to Austerlitz. After a hard journey to the place he had been seeking, the newest of the Wandenreich would soon find that this will be more than he expected it to be. This will be no walk in the part regardless of his comrade, regardless of his enemy, enemy, and regardless of his superior, this would be his trial to see what he is here for and what he can really do. Asimov stood frozen in his stance looking at the castle ahead and made sure h took in all in with it's entirety. This is what he wanted and this is what will be his horizon. One may see a horizon but may never be allowed the privilege to touch it. This luxury is not his to take but his to hold for those who have the right. What stands before him is his destiny and his fate. This was inevitable. The day to begin his redemption.

Edited by Asimov Austerlitz
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