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! colspan="2" style="text-align:center; font-size: larger;" bgcolor="#3060D0"  | Baron Sir Ruland von Bern
 
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! Mundane Name:
 
| Heath M. Lawson
 
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! Age:
 
| 34
 
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! Current Rank:
 
| Ritter of An tir
 
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! Title:
 
| Fourth Baron of Terra Pomaria
 
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! Predecessor:
 
| Gowain of Keviloc
 
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! ''Successor:''
 
| ''None''     
 
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! Baroness:
 
| Emma von Bern, Born Emma la Blanc
 
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! Father:
 
| Charles von Bern
 
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! Mother:
 
| Fillipa of Portugal
 
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! Date of birth:
 
|  Sept. 9, 1494
 
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! Place of birth:
 
| Bern, Switzerland
 
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! Location:
 
| The Barony of Terra Pomaria (Monmouth, Oregon)
 
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! E-mail:
 
| healaws(at)cs.com
 
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==Personal Arms==
 
 
[[Image:RolandleBrun.jpg|thumb||frame|left|Roland's [[arms]], Per pale Or and gules, a griffon segreant contourny argent maintaining an acorn proper and a sword argent and on a chief sable two crescents argent]]
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
==Persona Story==
 
 
===Prelude===
 
In the year 1493 a child was born that would change the world forever.  His name was Maximillion I of Habsburg, the hier to the Holy Roman Empire.
 
 
===Chapter 1 - Cheating at the Rusty Arquebus===
 
During the autumn of 1514 in the shire of Cour du Val, near the city
 
Augsburg, the cold biting wind announcing the coming brutal winter to
 
come, stripped the bright red and gold leaves from their branches, to
 
reveal the dark green fir trees that will rule the landscape during the
 
long winter months.  A wagon drawn by oxen rolled slowly through the mud
 
and the muck that had just weeks before had been a bustling road of
 
commerce.  The wagon carried kegs of beer and other goods to be
 
delivered to the Rusty Arquebus, a small tavern, frequented by the local
 
rabble and low of station.  The sort of place the nobility had no use
 
for and preferred to pretend did not exist.  It was far removed for the
 
opulent palaces of the Holy Roman Emperor, where burnished gold and fine
 
white linen were common place.  The rain fell steadily making it
 
difficult to walk and for the heavy laden wagon to move.  With each step
 
of the great oxen the road was churned more and more.
 
Inside the dimly candle lit tavern was heard the sound of music and
 
laughter. The crashing of dirty trenchers and crockery. The sound of
 
heavy tankards of beer being placed soundly upon the sturdy oak tables.
 
Smoke from the hearth billowed out of the chimney and filled the air as
 
it mixed with the smell of sausages and cabbages.
 
In the corner of the room at a small table sat four men playing cards.
 
All of them had clearly wagered more than they could have afforded to
 
and all of them had already had far too much to drink.  The youngest of
 
the men, twenty four or twent five years old, was named Ruland.  The
 
three older men were soldiers.  Ruland looked at his cards and looked
 
nervously at the money on the table.  The other three men looked
 
confident that they would win the wager.  The first man placed his cards
 
on the table with a laugh, "Beat that!", The second man, smiled and
 
placed his cards on the table and said, "Sorry Hans, not good
 
enough!", the Third man threw his cards down in disgust for his
 
hand could not win, and he stood and stumbled his way to the bar to get
 
another tankard of beer.  It was Ruland's turn to show his cards.  He
 
smiled at the second man and said, "that is a good hand, Gerhardt, not
 
easy to beat.  Do you want to up the bet, I have one gilder to wager and
 
make this a bit more interesting.  Are you in?"  Gerhardt, frowned and
 
said, "Show your cards!"  Ruland agiain challenged him, "Why are
 
you afraid?"  Gerhard insulted but confident he would win the bet,
 
grabbed his pouch to find what money he had left.  With Gerhardt
 
distracted, Ruland slid the card from under his chair into his hand.
 
This was sure to improve his hand.  Gerhardt finding his last coin
 
slammed it on to the table and demanded to see Ruland's cards.  Ruland
 
then placed his cards confidently on to the table.  Instantly, Gerhard
 
knew that Ruland was trying to cheat him.  The Ace of spades that Ruland
 
had slipped in to his hand matched the ace of spaded in the hand that
 
Gerhardt was holding.  Gerhardt was enraged and pulled his dagger from
 
his belt.  He was drunk enough and had killed enough men on the battle
 
field that it would be nothing to end the miserable existence of this
 
street wretch.  Ruland saw the glint of steel in the candlelight and
 
knew that his attempt to cheat at cards was now revealed and he would
 
have to make a run for it. Ruland quickly darted for the door.  Gerhardt's friend that
 
had left for the bar saw what was happening and as Ruland passed by him
 
hit Ruland in the face with his tankard of beer. The clay tankard
 
shattered spilling beer all over the floor as
 
Shards of the tankard embed them selves in Ruland's face.  He felt
 
his teeth shatter and tasted the blood and beer mixing as it ran from
 
his face.  Ruland tried to pick himself up from the floor but buy then
 
Gerardt and Hans had began kicking him on the ground.  He felt ribs
 
break and the air leave is lungs.  Cheating at cards did not seem to be
 
such a bright plan now.  The dim candle light of the tavern started to
 
fade as Ruland slipped into unconsciousness.
 
 
===Chapter 2 The Falconer and his wife===
 
Ruland awoke with the feeling of the stinging cold rain upon his face
 
and the slick mud covering him.  The smell of oxen dung entered his
 
nostrils and he was surprised he could smell with his broken nose. More
 
surprising was that he was alive.  He remembered that just as he passed
 
out he though he would be killed by Gerhardt and his dagger.
 
"Get up boy!", a voice said.  " I said get up!  You will surly
 
die if you stay there in the mud and cold."  The cloaked figure
 
standing over him, extended a hand.  Ruland looked at the out reached
 
hand.  "I'm only going to offer it once."  Ruland reached up and
 
took the mans hand.  The man helped Ruland up and said, "your not very
 
good at cards are you?  That is a dangerous thing to do, cheat at cards,
 
if your not good at it. Come with me and I'll get you a meal."
 
Ruland looked skeptically at the man, he couldn't see his face.
 
Ruland had no other options and a meal sounded good, he hadn't eaten
 
for days.  Ruland went with the man.  They walked through the back
 
streets and alleys of Cour du Val.  They came to a small shop that
 
looked to be a bakery.  The man looked around and then opened the door
 
and walked in.  He beckoned for Ruland to follow.  The smell of warm
 
bread filled the room.  They walked to the back where there was a
 
kitchen and a  woman making bread, on the fire was a cauldron of boiling
 
rabbit stew.  The woman looked at he man and without a word said
 
retrieved a piece of hot bread and a bowl of the stew.  She handed it to
 
Ruland and encouraged him to eat.  She looked carefully at Ruland's
 
cuts and began tending to them by pulling the shards of pottery from the
 
wounds.  The man removed his cloak and hung it near the fire place to
 
dry.  The man then carried a string of 3 rabbits to the chopping block.
 
He looked a the woman and said, "that is the best bird I have ever had
 
three rabbits in a single afternoon."  The man was a falconer and the
 
lady was his wife.  Ruland said nothing and silently ate the hot food
 
despite the sting of the salt in the cuts in his mouth. 
 
The man fetched him self a bowl of stew and a small loaf of bread and
 
sat near the fire.  His wife returned to the chopping block to butcher
 
the fresh rabbits.  As Ruland finished his meal and hoped for more,
 
despite feeling full, because he didn't know when he would eat again,
 
he said, "my name is Ruland von Bern."  The man without turning away
 
from his meal or his fire, said, "I don't care who you are."  His
 
wife shot a quick glare at her husband and looked at Ruland, with the
 
sweetest of smiles, "Welcome Ruland, I am Luaithrenn, I am the
 
falconers wife, and this is my husband Christopher.  How is your
 
stew?."  Ruland responded with a quick smile and nod of his head.
 
"You may sleep here in the kitchen near the fire, for tonight,"
 
said Luaithrenn. "and tomorrow we will take you to the Graf to see
 
what shall be done with you."
 
===Chapter 3 The Graf===
 
Ruland did not like the idea of being taken anywhere to have his fate
 
decided by anyone, but he was too tired and too full to put up a fight.
 
And the prospect of a warm dry place to sleep appealed to him at the
 
moment and he could always sneak away in the morning before  the
 
falconer and his wife awoke. Ruland felt something cold and wet sniffing his face and then a
 
warm wet tounge licked him.  He slowly opened his eyes and a small dog
 
stood near him.  Ruland could barely see the dog because his eye was
 
nearly swollen shut.  As he began to focus he saw that the fire in the
 
fireplace had burned out and was only smoldering.  The sunlight was
 
shining in through a window and the sound of frying meat and the smell
 
of food filled the kitchen.  "Damn!" though Ruland, he had over
 
slept and would not be able to sneak away now.  He slowly stood up and
 
stretched his sore and aching body.  Luaithrenn greeted him with a
 
cheerful, "Good morning!", as she went about her morning routine of
 
cooking and baking bread for the day.  Ruland responded with a silent
 
half smile.  "we will eat breakfast and then my husband will take you
 
to the Graf to see what he will do with you."  She handed Ruland a
 
plate with food and he ate.
 
Christopher came in from the back side of the house through the rear
 
kitchen door.  "it is all arranged." He said, " Graf Berek will
 
see you today."  "What is this Graf Berek like and why is it that he
 
should decide my fate?" said Ruland.  Luaithren replied, "he is a
 
good, kind and just man that serves the King as the royal patron in this
 
shire."
 
After they had finished their breakfast they three walked out of the
 
bakery to make their way through the bustling streets of the shire to
 
the Keep of Cour du Val.  The rain was gone and the crisp cool autumn
 
air felt good and fresh as the bright sun warmed their facs.  As they
 
approached the keep's tall grey outer wall Ruland saw the heads of
 
criminals on the end of pikes lining the roadway. The crows feeding upon
 
the decomposing flesh of their faces and the eyes cloudy like not quite
 
cooked egg whites.  Their tounges hanging out and swollen as if they
 
were choking.  The sight caused Ruland to become nervous. This would not
 
be an easy escape should this meeting with the Graf go poorly.  Ruland
 
wondered if Christopher would say anything about him cheating at cards.
 
While it was not illegal to gamble, it was illegal to cheat at gambling.
 
Ruland like his head right where it was and did not fancy the idea of
 
having it on a pike as a warning to other potential criminals.
 
They entered the main courtyard of the keep through a huge stone
 
archway with a raised iron portcullis and thick oak doors drawn back.
 
There were many men  training in various forms of combat, with weapons
 
of many kinds. There were units performing Pike drills, men fighting
 
with great zweihanders, men fighting with pole hammers and halberds, men
 
fighting with sword and shields.  There were men maintaining cannons and
 
men shooting Arquebus'.  There were men tilting at the quintain and
 
men marching in formation.  One young man a mere eighteen years of age
 
was dressed in a magnificent suit of armor.  He appeared to be directing
 
many of the soldiers and his commands were instantly obeyed.  Ruland
 
though that the man was far too young to be the Graf.  He asked
 
Luaithrenn, "Is he the Graf?" referring to the young man.  "No,"
 
she said,  "that is his son Johannes.  He is training his men to go
 
off to war in the south, near Italy"
 
As the crossed the Court yard avoiding the soldiers, a courtier, came
 
forward and greeted the three on behalf of his Excellency the Graf and
 
he guided them to a great hall where he told them that the Graf would be
 
with them momentarily.  The room was dark with the rich mahogany and
 
walnut.  Great chandeliers with white candles illuminated the room.
 
Tapestries lined the walls depicting great battles and noble men.
 
Ruland could only have dreamed that he wuld ever again see such splendor
 
and finery.  He had see such thing before, he had lived in such a place,
 
he had been born and raised in such a place in his home in Bern.
 
The great table that stretched the length of the hall was covered with
 
food.  The feast was set for the departure of Lord Johannes and his men.
 
Ruland was intently looking at the food when the Graf entered the room.
 
Luaithrenn and Christopher bowed low in respect of the Graf, but Ruland
 
was far to intent on the food that he did not notice the Graf.  "You
 
are clearly not a cultured man nor a man of manners and etiquette,"
 
said the Graf.  Ruland spun quickly around and saw the Graf and bowed,
 
"My humble apologies your Excellency!  I did not mean to offend..
 
I pray that you would grand me your forgiveness," said Ruland.
 
"Well maybe you are a well spoken gentleman after all.  I am Graf
 
Berek von Langental, royal patron of Cour du val.  Who are you and how
 
is it that you have come to have such grace but dress as a commoner?"
 
asked Berek .
 
"I am Ruland von Bern, I am  the third son of a Swiss nobleman from
 
the city of Bern. Charles von Bern.  When My father died he left all
 
titles and land to my oldest brother.  My second brother joined the
 
clergy to serve the Cardnal at Worms.  An I was left as you can se with
 
nothing.  I have been living on the street for the past two years.  And
 
now I find myself here due to the kindness shown me by your
 
populace."
 
"Bern you say?" said Berek, " know of Bern"  I was born and
 
raised in Langental until I left to serve William the Lucky as his
 
squire in the West Kingdom."
 
" Why have you come to me?" asked the Graf.
 
" Your Excellency, I knew that you were looking for men to go off to
 
war with your son Johannes, so we thought that he may be able to serve
 
you in that capacity," said Luaithrenn.
 
"Have you been trained in the arts of war or served in the army?"
 
asked Berek to Ruland.
 
"No, your Excellency.  I have not," replied Ruland
 
"Then you would be of no use to me.  However, I do find myself not
 
willing to dismiss you out right.  You have endured much and have showed
 
resiliency and determination to survive.  I will have to think upon what
 
to do with you.  Until I decide you may stay here.  I h\thank you Lady
 
Luaithrenn for bringing this young man to me., and Lord Christopher we
 
thank you for the Rabits you brought," said Berek, "Ruland, my
 
servant will show you to your quarters."
 
And with that the Graf promptly left the hall and went on about his
 
daily business.  Luaithrenn and Christopher bade Ruland goodbye and made
 
way for their home.  Ruland went with the Graf's servant to see his
 
new quarters.
 
 
 
'''MORE TO COME......'''
 
Berek decides to send Roland to Terra Pomaria to serve the Baron
 
  -Shortly after Roland was sent off to serve as a squire to Sir
 
William Percival,
 
The Baron falls into a deep depression  and goes on a crusade to find
 
the meaning of his soul
 
  -Roland was left in the care of Sir William, who sank in to an
 
unexplained deep depression, which caused him to take up the cross and
 
crusade in the Holy land in search of his salvation. This left Roland a
 
scavenging street thug, who one day heard the drums of war, and fell
 
into the service of a noble swiss family that had been displaced by the
 
Helvetic confederacy.
 
== Misc ==
 
He is an officer in a war company called Die Fahnlein von Stockschmerz
 
or more commonly known as the Company of Stickpain.[[Die Fahnlein von Stockschmerz]]
 
 
Roland was knighted by King Amalric Blackhart at An Tir September Crown 2006.
 
 
Roland inherits the Barony of TerraPomaria
 
Sir Roland has served the Principality of the Summits as the Summits defender.  Sir Roland has twice Served the Barony of Terra Pomaria as Baronial Defender.  Roland has served as defener of the shire of Briaroak.  Roland was knighted by King Amalric Blackhart at An Tir September Crown 2006.
 
 
== Photos ==
 
 
http://op.antirheralds.org/op/rosters/r.shtml#Roland%20von%20Bern OP Entry]
 
[[Image:Von_Bern_Family_4.07_with_guards.jpg]]
 
[[Image:Roland_&_Emma_B_&_B_in_camp.jpg]]
 
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