BarendKramer

Introduction
BarendKramer is a strange individual. Being one of the leaders of the Kartek empire and one of the factors of his many changes over the years, he came when Kartek was only a diarchy. A Gertek religious fanatic, he was assigned to be one of the ministers in the diarchy until his dissolution. This made the nation even more unstable.

Barend Kramer left Kartek with a friend, Yiex, to a deserted island, only inhabited by a single portal. The two of them went on opposite sides of this said portal, making their destination different than the other. However, Yiex thought that Barend Kramer was with him, fighting the challenges that were within. Yet it was far from the truth. When they left the portal, what he saw would change Barend Kramer forever. Yiex decided to stay to protect the island and because he won it by doing the challenges in the portal as well. When Barend Kramer returned to his former nation, the situation was even worse. Different, Kramer knew the time was now. He and RGBstarship, attempted a political coup against the tzar of Arxella, one of the two leaders in Kartek.

He unfortunately failed and, losing his mind, decided to plant 7000 to 9000 trees. He became a naturalist because of his unfortunate madness.

Then, 001first, leader of the Confederate Trade Guild, the tsar Ferro Korolevski, former Tsar of Arxella and General_ich, leader of Kranga formed the loyalist Kartek army and invited Barend to join them. To fight against Frosterium, the invader, Barend gave the rebel hope by seeing the face of the Gertek god, a giant troll, over the capital of Gertek, Gortovar. Telling them that the god is at their side. They won against their oppressor. The nation was then transformed into a federation. But it would not last for long.

Another separation happened and the loyalist was back for more. Now it was against Rohel and Arxella. Barend, for the KLA, invited Yiex, his friend, to come over and fight for their cause. Yiex would become of the most talented warriors of the generation and beyond. Between the fights, Barend became even more insane with his spiritual beliefs, he then saw Tenga's face, another Gertek god. So, to make his madness more justifiable, he started to teach the religion to the party, making everyone a believer like him. The rebels, with the command of 001first and Barend Kramer, sacked entire villages, kidnapped children and mothers, tortured them until the nation of Rohel paid them to let them be. Kramer changed. The two proclaimed the Kartek Caliphate. Rohel fell with the pressure, and Kartek was reunited once more.

Kramer became the new holy general of the caliphate and, only after moments after the civil war, Frosmyre, a former state of Frosterium, declared war on them. Kartek then declared war on Escharia, blaming them for being one of the main causes of the clusterfuck. Kramer commanded the many skirmished against the two. He was so terrifying in battle, that he was named "The laughing priest" because of his clown mask and intense laughter. After many wars, another civil war began. With the independence of many nations in the caliphate, Barend retreated into his mansion with 5 wives he captured in a raided village.

The Bizarre Adventure of Barend Kramer
The Bizarre Adventure of Barend Kramer is a tale about BarendKramer made by himself and with the help of The Orange Poet

A young boy endlessly strayed into a burning field. The innocent arrived at the aftermath, of a violent war. He looked up at the clear sky, the blue was friendlier than the crimson red on the ground, but his eyes dropped, oh God. Bodies of the two kinds, bloody hands devoid of life, heads that will never think again. The boy kept walking onto lost faces, and suddenly stopped, he saw him. Tears silently dropped, as the sky mixed with the earth, he ran to him. But the “him” could not hear his cries of fear. His father was no more. The boy dropped on his knees near his father, trying to feel his unconscious heart. Yet the boy was chained, to be a slave for a rich enemy family. He cried some more, sharing his sadness to the senseless, and was then harshly pulled up on his two feet. “Come on boy, leave your parents alone, they will never see you again.” The warrior laughed with a mad cry. He did not stop looking at him, the blue overrun his dirty face. Until the sky split open, with clouds of thunder and pure anger. The boy finally saw him for the first time, his eternal saviour, Barend was saved.

Kramer only saw total oblivion, and a livid cry was living in his ears, like a distant creaking door. When he noticed he was sitting in a chair, he knew something was wrong. His limbs were stuck by an invisible rope and a wooden cabin formed around him. A door appeared, to be open by a stranger with a clown mask. His red eyes and massive mouth were visible through the abomination. The stranger kept his watch on him while he was slowly closing the door, making a familiar sound. “You seem to be a good fellow, Barend.” He started to say, with the smile of a maniac. “But do you truly like yourself? Serious as a straight back, peaceful as a leaf on a tree?” The stranger circled Barend, observing the boring man. He suddenly and roughly touched Barend’s face with his own. “You are so lifeless, Barend. Do you want to change? HAHAHAHAHA...” The laughter of a mad god. Kramer wanted to say “NO” the loudest he could, but his mouth only mumbled. The maniac continued his cry of bliss while dropping a torch, burning a circle around the bound. "Goodbye, old friend, HAHA." The cabin lighted like the sun and, soon-to-be dust, Barend left the chair, looking at the single window. It transformed into a mirror, he saw his own fear, the fear of change. He woke up. Another fucking nightmare, he was covered with sweat, and touched his heavy forehead. The next hour was a silent one, making his breakfast without a thought in mind. Being one of the ministers of this nation, he needed his thoughts for the early meeting. That is when he appeared once again, revealing himself with an open window, letting in the strong wind.

"Having a bad morning?" Barend jumped out of his chair. "YOU?! AGAIN?!" he got up with his chair at hand, looking at his saviour. "Yes, me again, i am here for an important matter." "An important matter?" The man screamed, "What do you mean? You disappeared completely after you saved me, now you just show up, like 14 years later, for an important matter?!" Anger and confusion were rotting in his face. The god approached him. "It is about your nightmare, and..." He looked at the table, a medical potion sat in the middle of it. "Whatever this is, who gave you this?" Barend took it and protected with his arms. "It is for my nightmares, ironically, after the event, strange dreams fill my sleep." "What event?" The all-knowing questioned. "Well, it happened right after the civil war":

"I wanted to quit Kartek for something greater, well, everything was greater really. I navigated north in a bad storm, I was too impatient, it seems, not a good navigator either, I needed to stop at a small island near the islands of Lozaria. It was unclear how big the land was, as smog covered my vision. But then, when I explored some more, I found a strange portal that appeared to be in the centre. A purple glow emitted inside a black structure, I never saw one of those before. What dimension could it lead me? How did it arrive there? I had so many questions but so few answers. Until I heard a small voice in the background. I approached the portal and I found out that it was man, a warrior probably, he had a sword attached to his belt. He was quite shy because he did not talk much, however, together, we agreed to enter the portal but in opposite direction, I am a curious individual so I could not help myself. Oh also his name was, uhm, is Yiex, he is still alive, I think. He was apparently a bearfolk you know, anyway. We did just that and....it was a mistake. I appeared suddenly in a bloody warzone. I felt dizzy and weird, my vision was blurry but I saw that I was walking on corpses and bones. It made me sick. I was gonna puke when I saw him. A large man with a white mask was crouching in front of me, with a pile of weapons on both sides. It is like if he murdered everyone here and collected their mighty weapons. He then returned to see me, like if he knew my presence all along. And that smile, oh boy, that smile. The creepiest and most uncomfortable one I saw, ever. But that’s not all, his face was covered with blood and his shiny eyes had the same colour. He took some on the ground and....hugh. A demon clown vampire, it seems, I do not know. And then I was thrown out of the portal the other way. Yiex, in the contrary, was proud of himself, while I was confused and bewildered. "A task well done!" He said. I did not know what was going on so I lied to him. "Yeah, it was..." like a fricking coward. He then founded the nation of Theros in the island because a celestial being gave him the island or something. I was unclear and my mind was dancing everywhere. I needed to leave. I said goodbye to Yiex and I returned to Kartek, a place where I am not living in lies and where....This man cannot find me. I was wrong."

Barend looked up at the spirit. "That’s the story, after that I....I keep having these nightmares about this maniac." He sat down desperately on a chair. "I...cannot bear this anymore." The spirit responded quickly to the hopeless soul. "These medications, who gave you this?" Eyes were cleared, a possible answer. "The tsar, why?" The god smirked. "Well, that is where you need to start my friend." He moved through the house to the front door. "The Tsar never cared about you before, why would he care now?" Well, the god was always right, why would the tsar care for a minister that left recently and came back, only because the political situation had gone worse. The tsar wanted to kill him, no, to torture him. The god touched the handle. "Also, another man wants his revenge against him, RGB is his acronyms, it would be easier if you form a team, don't you say?" Barend looked at him, a slight shine emitted around the vision's shape. "I never knew your name, spirit, are you the true god?" It was surprising, the boy was not sure. "Ah, you can call me Tonga." He turned his back to leave. "And yes, I am the only god that cares for you, my boy."

RGB was sitting far to the corner of the bar, like if he was waiting for Barend all this time, Kramer approached the man and sit down in front of him. "Are you RGB? I heard that you had a task in mind, a task that interests me, deeply." The man stared at him with gratitude and responded. "Yes, of course, and the task you are mentioning will be done tonight, and it will be our only chance." The night came and the two arrived to the tsar's meeting building. They were standing in another room while the tsar was presenting his welcoming speech. "You remember the plan? Go in, as a minister you will sit close to him, and then you stab him with this." He gave him a strange device ending with a sharp metal blade. "What is this?" "It’s only gonna make him sleep. There is no time, he finished his speech." Barend approached the high table and was preparing to sit down, but Tonga arrived behind him with a whisper. "Kill him, now..." He quickly looked over his shoulder, nothing. Kill him? I don’t want to kill him. I cannot kill him. "Now, I said." Shit. He rose and took the blade that was on his belt, lifting it high where everybody can see. The spectators were shocked, Barend froze. "What are you doing? Kill him, Avenge yourself for all the suffering he has caused you!" Tonga screamed at him in his head. No, No, I can’t. The blade dropped to the ground. I can't. Guards took his arms and kicked him out of the building, in the royal garden. I am sorry. "Barend? Why did you freeze?" "I am sorry, I am sorry, I couldn’t." The god appeared between them, walking in a circle. "You are pathetic, you know that? You want vengeance or not?" "I don’t want vengeance, murder and vengeance does not lead to repair." RGB was confused. "No, the blade does not kill, I said it to you." Barend did not listen. "You are still the same young boy I (The "I" was louder) saved, the same innocent boy. Why don't you plant some trees or something like the pacifist that you are!" I failed him, the god that rescued me, I need redemption, and I need it more than ever. "Yes, master, I will plant 7000 trees, just for you." "What? Where are you going?" RGB now thought he became mad. Barend did not respond.

For several weeks, Barend planted and planted, the same tree in the court yard of the castle. "A strange gardener, he is this man." Said everybody wandering by his work of redemption. But they did not know he almost killed the tsar, as they thought the madmen would never leave his garden, and war was coming. However, they knew of his magical faith. The god reappeared in front of him, he brought hope to his forgotten soul. He said, "Barend, I heard that RGB and the tsar may need your help for the upcoming battles." Kramer looked at him "How is this possible, can he leave me to plant my trees for a FUCKING second!" "But you were there for months without any interruptions." The gardener looked down to the ground with a simple "ah." The aspect continued, "And they think of you a great prophet, you could say that you saw my face over the city, and you will win, I promised." Barend, that is a good idea, you cannot let this slip, they will not see you as insane, but as a hero, not as a gardener, but a warlord. The man accepted. The night came, a dream came with it. Another one of these nightmares, always after events that will change his life, isn’t it? He was standing in the middle of a round building, on a pedestal supposed to hold a statue. Chairs around, unoccupied, windows with white beams traversing them. But something felt strange, the air became thicker, the light started to pierce him, and his arms started to rise and his entire body froze, he couldn't move anymore. He became a monument, a statue, a scared statue.

"Let’s go soldiers! Let’s fight for Kartek, lets our honour our gods!" The commanders said, with victory in their eyes, faith in their soul. Barend was one of them, killing more and more enemy soldiers as he became more and more thirsty for blood. The dreams that keep coming back to him are more violent than ever. The mere priest of the local church was not becoming a commander that lashes his fury into the adversary. He became the god of blood in the many battlefields that he had fought. Once, in a winning war, he put his knees on the ground, not to pray, but to pick up the red water fresh from the corpses of his victim, and he washed his face with it, a gigantic smile beneath wide-open eyes.

To be continued...