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Name
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Sigmund Buchfeller
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Alias
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Craig Shira
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Rank
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Pfifer & Speißträger
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Previous Occupation
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Book-binder
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Origin
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Vienna, Austria
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Experience
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3 years in Fähnlein, 10 campaigns
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Contact
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NoMan at sbcglobal.net
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Greetings. For those People who are interested, my Name is Sigmund Buchfeller and am a Member of das Todesengel Fähnlein. I am the youngest Sibling of seven Sisters and one Brother. My Father would bind Books as an Occupation and I began to follow in his Footsteps. While working in the Printing Business I did to an Extent learn to read and write. At best these Skills are marginal. The Family of mine lived in the Imperial City of Vienna.
While young, my Brother Helmut left Home to become a Landsnecht, following his Path of Destiny. In his Company, my sister Gita traveled with Helmut to Lands unknown. Already dissatisfied with the Life of a Book-Binder, my easily distracted Mind would romanticize about Adventures in distant Kingdoms beyond the Horizon. The Idea of going to where the Wind blows and becoming a Hero was tantalizing. In the Year of our Lord 1529, my beloved Home of Vienna was besieged by Ottoman Turks, who crept from the Moonlight Shadows. With brave Sword, braver Soul, our City was defended by Men and God as the Enemy was met in a heavenly Engage. Men, including Landsknechte and Spanish musketmen, defended our Walls while Epidemics and an early Winter sent from God banished the greedy Turks.
Living in the City under Siege altered my Outlook on Life. I could not allow Vienna to be attacked twice. My childish desire for Adventure in distant Kingdoms was combined with the desire to defend my Home from Enemies of the Imperial City. This sweet Illusion was an Ideal I believed was worth Dying for.
During a Landsknecht Muster, my Brother Helmut I did encounter. What were the Motivations of his unblessed Soul I can not tell. He played into these Fantasies and encouraged me to join the Landsknechte, an unstoppable continental Gale. The Gears of Madness began to turn, leading me down a Road of eternal Struggle. Had Gita been There, she would have surely discouraged me from signing, saying that I would better serve Vienna by continuing to live in the City.
To raise thy Sword and become a Landsknecht, it reasons that one should own a Sword. Destiny awaits no One and I did seek a Weapon for my Quest for Glory. Using what Money I had, I purchased in part a Katzbalger from a Speißträger named Gunther, owing him the Remainder of the Price at another Time. This Sword of the Patriot was old, worn, and rattled in the Hilt. But I could tell from the Whispers of the Sword that it would be a trustworthy and noble Blade. Shortening the Length of my newly acquired Blade to fit my Stature, I felt ready to step onto the Stage of History.
Upon being recruited and leaving the World behind, several grueling Weeks followed as the Commanders trained foolish Recruits like Myself, who signed up as a Slave of Desire, to become faceless Grunts with a Spear. We were trained to meet our Adversaries Eye to Eye, Blade to Blade. Caught by the darkness of Fate, we were sent into Battle. We were chasing Death. There was no turning Back.
Caught in a Maze of Blades, both my Soul and Sword survived the first Campaign. Odds were placed that I would not survive six Months. Had I placed a Bet on this Fortune in my favor, I would be more rich Today. Each time the Fähnlein marched into the Whirlwind I must have been under the Star of Destiny, for I sustained no disabling Injuries. Not wanting to push my luck, I did seek to escape the Misery of a wretched Speißträger. I hope to sail over the Storm by finding any Job that would either bring the Heroism I originally did seek or any Position outside of the Pike Square.
Lacking Skill, Training, and Equipment to become a heroic Doppelsoldner, I turned my Attention to less dangerous and more attainable Aspirations. With my Attentions guided by the Wind, I attempted numerous other Positions within the Ranks. Receiving minimal Training with the Fähnlein Drum, I did attempt to fill the Gap left by our recently departed Trommelschläger. In the same Manner, practice with the Flag resulted with fun Stories but marginal Proficiency. With unwavering Resolve to escape the Rows of Pikes, I acquired a Fife and taught myself by Ear how to play Music. I have come to appreciate the value of the Fife in both Processions and when delivering Commands on the Field of Battle.
In the Name of the Father, I pray to survive these Campaigns, that all within the Fähnlein can fulfill their everlasting Quest, and that we can find our Way Home.
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