annabanana1014 1631 Popular Post Share Posted January 28, 2023 To The “Archduchess” Renilde I It is quite the predicament Ma. . . I did not believe out of all people in my life who would hurt Pa would be you. I am a Canonist child, a child. I have seen bloodshed and I have seen corpses in front of me. Even corpses of people MY age. Ma, how can you stand with those people and leave me, leave your children, leave your legacy to perish at the hands of those mercenaries you hire. How can one believe that they are in the right when I was taught that adultery was sinful! How can one be right if they hurt their own family? How can one be right if they tear down a nation… a community… a home. You sit among people that I have never seen, nor met. How can they be Petrans like you say? You toss out Pa like nothing, like mere dirt. Am I dirt? Are the rest of my siblings dirt? Are we even children of Pa? Tell me Ma, what are we? You should be here so I can tell you about my butterflies, but you turned away from GOD and blamed your family. I wonder what GOD will say once I end up in the Seven Skies like the rest of the people that you slaughter. There was a dragon, it breathed fire at people of the Commonwealth. Pa called it an Azdrazi later on. I heard the screams of my fellow community members… I never knew how awful death sounded like. The screams, I can never forget them Ma. To whichever parent of mine wins, it is a loss. Shall GOD be with the true Petrans. SIGNED, Elowyn of Petra 51 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
DrunkPapaBear 1975 Share Posted January 28, 2023 Spoiler This is the drama I live for 12 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
subatomic 1095 Share Posted January 28, 2023 Sir Lucien Ashford de Rouen reads the missive within Barrows Crossing. He emits a sigh through his lips before speaking. "I should've beat these damn kids more often so they could actually fight." 14 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Andustar 2115 Share Posted January 28, 2023 The young lord Albert Salvian stood alongside his younger sister, helping her write as any supportive sibling should."St-Stay strong, Elowyn." 10 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Eddywilson2 2116 Share Posted January 28, 2023 Constanz looks over the ashen bodies, the socket of his eye dripping blood onto the Petran ground. They had called upon the Archduchess, and the Ferrymen had come in her place. The cries of the Petrans over the fallen rang in his ears. A dismal affair. 21 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Harald 2465 Share Posted January 28, 2023 Sir Gwendel Vilac was currently hitting a tree as he listened to the missive being read outloud by one of his comrads... After all he had just lost so many who stood him close.. Either by the hand of ferrymen, azdrazi and even foregin powers... 10 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Da_Emperors 1986 Share Posted January 28, 2023 Constantine Malenos would move to aid those whom were harmed by Azdrazi, outside raiders, and the like. "T-They hold no honor nor consideration." 9 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Orino 110 Share Posted January 28, 2023 *The realization that kids write letters better than one speaks in tongue* 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Valannor 6344 Share Posted January 28, 2023 A Keeper of Xan would bow her head in respect for the departed - those unjustly taken by draconic flames over a war which never should have come to pass. "Non draco sit mihi dux. Ave Janus; Ordo Vult." 8 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
EmiliainWonderland 1526 Share Posted January 28, 2023 "Rest in peace to those we've lost. You're a brave girl." Commented Eryane Rhodon. 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
candyzeroyal 118 Share Posted January 28, 2023 *Mayrin Evergreen got wind od the missive whilst being in glebite captivity and shook her head* those poor folks.. how cowardly to ask other people to fight for you! The Archduke better win this SO HELP ME GOTT 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
MRCHENN 3663 Share Posted January 28, 2023 "I do not understand. They raised an army in declaration of war for the aim of deposing the Archduchess, yet, complain when those who raise blade for him are killed, and his army are outmaneuvered, outwitted, and are out armed in battle?" Adelric questioned. "Pray tell, is the Cuck of Vafleur uneducated about the folly of war? It is not some abysmal construct: war inevitably leads to death. Does he think his of war has no consequence, no strife? He could have ended the war last night if he simply signed the peace treaty offered to him." "How will you declare war, yet complain when your army cannot handle it? The deaths he complains of, are his burden only!" 8 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
MapleSunflower 1049 Share Posted January 28, 2023 The mother of de Lyons stared at the river Petra, the cloak wrapped around her weak figure. Blue eyes that had once been so full of life had iced over. In front of her stood her son, the blond who looked so much like her late husband, the man killed at the hands those not even of Petran blood or spirit. Her grip upon the nine-year-old's shoulder tightens as she drew a sharp breath through her nostrils. They watched the sunrise, the golden hues of morning light shining upon Petra. Juliana looked to her son, lifting her hand as she signs to the hopeful luminescence. For as long as the sun shines upon the Commonwealth, we shall not be oppressed. 10 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Danjahb29 247 Share Posted January 28, 2023 Reading the public missive Flotsam frowned. At least she had parents that lived her. “How hard it must be to be a princess?” He scoffed aloud. Though inwardly he felt sadness for the girl and shame for his words. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
SmartScout 229 Share Posted January 28, 2023 Robyn de Lyons would read over the missive with a nod, once happy and curious expression still marred with a deep, troubled frown, one which had not oft left it since the death of his father. He'd look to his mother as she'd sign to him and nod, saying softly and reassuringly "We can't let them win, mamej, we can't...not after what they've done to papa...to everyone...." He'd say, expression mostly resolved, already cried as much as he could have, they boy's expression and tone bearing a sort of grim resolve, perhaps a slight tinge of hope upon it, though his frown would deepen slightly as he'd turn away, as time has begun to stress to him his mother's constant silence and cold, and that perhaps his father was not the only thing lost that day, at least in terms of their presence and demeanor. 8 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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