✩ C'EST LA VIE | 83

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✩ C’EST LA VIE | 83 ✩

 

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s/o to @squakhawkand everyone that attended!!

 

The group of loyal Petrans sat out in the 83rd Year (Astana de Regne Petrére) (1939, Imperial) on a quest of caution and diplomacy. Insightful intelligence brought to us at our most sacred Court of Saint Emma is what led those of us curious enough to believe that there is something lurking near the beloved Aldtree, also donned the Memory Tree. The retinue, lead by HRH the Prince of Valfleur Paul Alexander of the Petra, arrived upon a most curious and distressed creature flailing at the foot of the tree. Upon arrival, a storm commenced and figures that we assume are the Naga, a gooey critter, appeared out of nowhere. These foes were brought swiftly to their demise as we inched closer to the target.

 

After falsely imprisoning the friend in an industrial net, we learned of its intentions. We spoke with the creature whose identity is still unknown, and learned that its home is our dearly held Aldtree. We urge those of our Citizenry who come across anything bearing the following description and ask that you not be so quick to judge, for they are harmless in our experience.

 

Red in color with black scales along the back. The one we encountered seemed to be wearing some sort of yellow and blue tribal outfit.

 

Dated and signed on this 13th day of Tobias’ Bounty, in the 83rd Year of Our Lord

Issued and Proclaimed by the hand of, 

His Royal Highness, Paul Alexander of the Petra, the Prince of Valfleur

 

[Jihnyny 5233]

A brave street urchin evading his captors fled his scene. The boy with all of his instincts and natural health trying his best, until a whisper out of nowhere appeared from a SKYGOD himself. "OI COMMENT ON DA POST"

 

[Hyperdron 355]

A wandering 'ame comes across the proclamation on their own journey to the Tree. "Ah - this was that thing Norra was talkin' 'bout...?"

Scanning the words, he emits a small hum, seemingly satisfied by the information given - and heads on his way, now a little more enlightened. "Guess I'll have ta talk ta them a little more..."

[Lechian Lord 1027]

"There was no fish fry..."The young lord would drag his net back to the city in sorrow.