The Petran Piece Vol. 3

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THE PETRAN PIECE

Vol. 3

 

Issued and averred by

The Mayor

AIMO OF ASTOR

The Covenant

 

We open this piece with news most jubilant, the Covenant has formed, with more having joined since the inception of such. This alliance is united in one purpose, the destruction of Veletz and any who may aid her. The task is a righteous one as they have acted like bandits and common thugs to the innocent people of the realms of Aevos. 

Victory at Breakwater

 

In the early morn' of the 15th of the Sun’s Smile we the Covenant arrived upon the battlefield with only one goal in our collective minds - glorious victory. We were given our marching orders, and disseminated into groups - some to work the siege weaponry, others to protect them, yet more to guard the walls, and the final groups (that's us!) to guard the gates, and wait on standby until further instruction was given.

 

For a day and a night we stayed hunkered down in our encampment, Bailan and Petran both, as our allies set upon the important task of trebuchet and cannon bombardment from the northernmost part of our base. Some might claim our initial role was perhaps boring, but, to me, it was crucial. We were a pivotal piece in the protection of our allies - we ensured that only the most foolish of their number would even attempt to breach our walls, and kept our people alive. War is just as much about the mental battle as it is the physical, if you ask me. Our very presence served as a reminder - we are many, and you are few. We are strongest together, and we will not allow you to drive us apart. Our quiet-but-no-less-critical duty would not last forever, however. An order had been given to us all. Finally, the time had come to push.

 

 Their weaponry destroyed, their keep in ruins, every soldier of ours leapt forth from our encampment in a coordinated rush. Like a dam burst open, we surged towards the foe, a veritable flood of man and steel. The deafening clang-crash-bang of blade upon armor cut through the air as we met with our adversary, all but drowning out battle-cries and dying shrieks both in a glorious cacophony. Time lost all meaning - the battle could have raged for moments, it could have raged for hours - all that mattered was the bite of sword-into-flesh, that careful dance of lunge-parry-block to preserve our own lives whilst taking as many as we could from those who dare threaten us. It was all but impossible to make out what was going on in the fray, identities of comrade and enemy both marked only by the difference in equipment. In that moment, we were not people- we were more than that. A swarm, a flood, a complete and utter force of nature.

 

Though many of our own fell, they fell harder, and soon, we breached their beloved keep. The survivors were flushed out like vermin, and we, the Covenant, claimed it as our own, alongside our victory - no doubt only the first of many.

 

- A retrospective from the perspective of Lady Angelina Lucien-Reinhold.

Hohkmat and Petra Stand United

 

The bonds of brotherhood forged in blood and steel alongside one another is one which is hard to break. Those of Hohkmat have taken up arms with Petra, standing with us and the Covenant. It is the wishes of the Petran Piece to express our utmost thanks to those of Hohkmat for their aid, their magic surely helped in the siege and it shall help in the future of the cracking and destruction of further walls. We are all united under the same banner, one which fights for various reasons, be it vengeance, justice, or simply for survival. We salute our magically inclined brothers and sisters in arms.

 

He Missed???

 

Hold onto your hats folks! Rumors are ablaze that just before the impending Siege of Breakwater, the Guardian of Petra tied the knot at none other than the scorched ruins of St. Edmund’s Abbey. 

 

As the ceremony was about to commence, in marched the Pontiff himself, accompanied by John and other cohorts from Aaun, aiming to inspect the Abbey. Instead, they ended up becoming unexpected guests.

 

But wait, it gets juicier! When the time came for the newlyweds to seal their union with a kiss, the Regent, in a moment of sheer nervousness, seemingly missed his blushing bride and planted a smooch on the ashen wall instead! Can you imagine the sheer embarrassment that must’ve followed? Talk about a kiss gone awry!

 

An Interview with Aimo of Astor

 

Interviewer: How do you think being in a landlocked keep affected the morale of the Ferrymen during their siege defense,  and do you think it had any effect on the outcome of the battle?

 

Aimo: I think that considering they don’t even use ferries that much unless it is to run away that it had no real effect on their morale. I would suspect that if anything the thing which brought them lower was the over saint hour/day straight bombardment which they had to endure. When we sallied out they gave some caution but not nearly enough and paid the price when they took a fight they had a very uphill fight to win.

 

Interviewer: If you had to pick between saving the Petran Trout, or opening a new Daemonsteel mine for the war efforts along the banks of the Petra, which would you chose?

 

Aimo: The trout are near and dear to my heart, but the point of saving the trout was for the Commonwealth herself. I would choose the Daemonsteel mine any day personally. It gets the most for our people in the long run. We cannot benefit from the trout if there is no Commonwealth afterall.

 

Interviewer: Do you believe that the church is more or less holy now that it has been burnt, due to new holes in the windows and roof?

 

Aimo: Holy or holey?

 

Interviewer: Did not elaborate further

 

Aimo: Well, as for holy I would argue it is a site of great tragedy yet perseverance, these places have the power that we give them. If we are to say that it has become more significant to us for all she has gone through and she is still up to shape for a coronation then who am I to argue the increased importance and value we give such. As for holey, yes.

 

Interviewer: If you were to give one piece of long-winded advice to new or aspiring squires wishing to learn how to make waffles, what would it be?

 

Aimo: Okay, so, you want to make waffles? First you need to dig down and ask yourself “Why waffles, what have they done for me, why this over anything else which you could prepare? Is this going to ruin my cutting phase or am I still bulking right now?” Once you have that figured out you need to figure out how you plan to make waffles, you need to choose a plan and execute on it. “Will there be complications?” Who knows, you need to plan for just about everything and anything. “Will these even be good?” Then you have to experiment with making waffles. “Do we know everything we can use to make these?” Honestly we probably don’t because perhaps a voidal mage using their magic to make waffles be better than using mundane fire under your mold. Anyways, getting off the point slightly, we need to experi- Hey, Cat, you’re interviewing here, you can’t cry, there is no crying when there are waffles, stop crying. STOP CRYING. 

 

[!] Several minutes of muffled sobbing later.

 

Aimo: Okay, we are done crying. Anyways, where was I? Oh right, we need to experiment with waffles, we need to see everything through, we need to experience everything at least once so that we know whether it is good or bad and how good or bad it is. Like the time I went and seasoned a waffle with coconut crab meat, surprisingly good, the bastard of a crab deserved it. It is like that which you need to approach waffles and life with. You should approach most subjects with such curiosity, unless it is things like dark magic or darkspawn. Back to waffles, you need to experiment and try all types of things, lest you miss out on the waffles of life. Waffles, waffles, waffles, once you try all types of horrendous waffles and decide on what is actually good then you can know which waffles are good for you and which ones you should make and eat.

 

Interviewer: What is the worst decision you think Veletz made leading up to this war and why?

 

Aimo: Angering literally every realm. They could have not and had a much more manageable time, but they had to decide to just anger literally everyone they could and expect no consequences. They have put themselves in the chair, it is our job to make sure they sit in it

Catriona’s Comics

[!] A depiction of several of the monarchs of the Covenant, leaving behind their cushioned chairs to fight this righteous war.

Aimo’s Astoran Word of the Volume

 

Ykrok: Debt

Upcoming Garmont Bills

 

As of now, there are no more Garmont bills as of this Petran Piece’s publication. The mayor is as of current aiding the Queen in a task of her own making regarding the lawbook.

Ask the Mayor

 

Question: How has the recent ban on clay building affected the Petran Trout population?

 

Answer: It has been good, the lack of harvesting clay from the river has helped to stabilize the environment and the riverbed overall. 

 

Question: What is your opinion on the up and coming mole society?
 

Answer: What?

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PRIORITIZING THE PETRAN ENVIRONMENT AND PEOPLE,

Mayor Sir Aimo “The Eccentric, Tongue Taker” of Astor, Knight Commanderof the Petrine Laurel

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Monika von Augusten beams as her gossip was published in the paper. She brought it to her father, "Papa, look at vhat ea vrote!"

[Hom 1987]

Atticus Reinhold looks proudly over his sister's contribution to the piece, folding the newspaper carefully to highlight the retrospective as he tucks it into his desk. "I must admit, she's always been a far better wordsmith than I. Think I'll stick to writing bills," He chuckles- "While she excels at poetry."