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Comrade Bertholdt summoned his loyal Fentling Stallion, a spark of excitement flickering behind his visor. The promise of payment stirred his anticipation, but the thrill of combat eclipsed even this reward, for to him, the joy of battle far outweighed the clinking of minae.

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"Although I am fighting for the Marnan cause on the other end of this conflict, I have admiration for the diplomatic intelligence that the Petran Republican Forces possess. Certainly something that the old regime could learn from, if they have not yet surrendered." Stated Albert-Goulielmos de Rosius as he read the demands.

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Aurel von Theonus read the list of demands and let out a heavy sigh. He recalled the conversation the two men had while Aurel filled the old knight in on changes to the Commonwealth, and attempted to find anything that'd lead to bringing the two factions to a common ground.

 

He hoped there was room to negotiate, and begin to pen a letter once he settled on a satisfactory beginning.

 

"Let us come together to tear those banners down..." 

 

 

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50 minutes ago, indiana105 said:

Comrade-Sergeant Steven of Adria.

 

the exilic duke of adria's eyes bulge out cartoonishly as he remembers what was forgotten "STEVEN?!? come home steven"

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Nicolas, the Elected Mayor of the Free City of Chambery would read this missive with a sigh. "Perhaps they should open a History book to understand why things change" Nicolas would say to himself " It wasn´t the Knights who rebuild Petra after we arrived in this worlds, it was the Peers of the Old Regime, I saw that and fough for them as Chanzlée to get the recognition they deserved, and now some man from the old guard wants to just turn back the clock as if nothing had happened?" Nicolas would shake his head "While I appreciate the love and commitment to the republican ideals, ideals we live by down in Chambery, there has to be some sort of middle ground to come together on. Restore the old while still recognizing those who gave their all rebuilding Petra from the shambles of the past world"

Nicolas would put down the missive into his notebook, catalogging it like all the others for future study for History books for the NGS Archives.

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Valerius Montalt eagerly penned his signature, before the lad hops back onto his horse to take the Heartlands by storm. He would not rest until the civil rights of his people were restored. Nor would he rest until the treacherous leaches who betrayed his family were put down. 

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The young Dame-Knight, and elected Lady-Mayor of Vallagne's lips would part to the gentlest sigh to be, a warmth wrest plain unto her cheeks.

" Whence ignorance bleeds the heart, of the kind, and beloved, do the heavens' truly weep.. "

Naught anger, contempt, or wroth wrest unto her cheeks, naught lest for the sympathy, plain unto her lips.

" If only they would have seen, the streets of Vallagne that day, whence they chanted & begged of the good Archduchess to take the crown therein, if only they would know the folly & ignorance of their speech, whence this is what the people truly willed.."

Dainted digits, would at last wrest the preserved missive from that day; in the city's archives, aside, her gaze wrest past the threshold of her windowed pane, unto the city's streets.

 

" I pray they see the beauty, the kindness, love, and virtue you, and the whole of the Petra, still, forever holds; I pray they chance to see that the Salvian legacy, lives, and breathes, yet, forevermore. "
 


 

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Marie Charlotte clutched a copy of her work with ink-stained hands. Sir Stefan was not much of a writer, having only acquired the skill well into his fifties, and so much of this work had fallen onto her. “I pray that my cousins consider our most reasonable terms,” she muttered, as she lit a candle within the confines of their cramped cavern-home. “This bloodshed helps none.”

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Within the Castle of Enswerp, Tiber mused over the latest reports of conflict - primarily occupied with Paul's death, causing him much turmoil as he rubbed away at the side of his head. Though not for long, for John and Emilio shove their way into his office with a swing of its door. The two nobles clear aside whatever Tiber had laid out upon the desk, and present to him the demands of Sir Stefan and his revolutionaries - to which he laughs abruptly, tensions finally dissipated as he slouched into his chair. 

 

He waves the paper back at two, and with certain determination, declared to them simply;

 

"We accept these terms in whole."

 

The Protector stands then, marching forth to inform the others, namely the rising Adrian, 

 

"The young man must be informed that he has the full support of the Brigade in the coming talks - I expect your best in the convincing of your royal brother." The Nauzican spoke to John in conclusion, destined to walk the Golden Path into a better future.

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Robert Tiberius Alstion reads of the demands of the Republican force from his Bailiff residence. Despite the host's insistence that it is of the Petra, he can't help but notice that it seems inclined to favouring the destruction of the Alstionite monarchy of Aaun despite its inconsistent stance on the Brigade of Marna. He begins speaking aloud to the host of people gathered at Enswerp's tavern.

 

"The wickedness of the Petra has shown itself. Ye cannot trust their royals to bring law, ye cannot trust their knights to act in honour, ye cannot trust Petra's legionnaires to do their rightful duty! They've killed many of our own, an' for what?! They treat each other almos' as worse as they treat us. No more. Anyone caught affiliating with these Petrans that seek to depose our king will be drawn an' quartered!"

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Isabeau of Rosius, an onlooker to the conflict - and frankly, somewhat disinterested, rubbed the crucifix of her eyebrows. "Oh, lord almighty above... Who are these people?" She questioned, to no one in particular as Murielle shot out of a nearby shop, her hands full of trinkets and buttons and books and other odd pickings. The ignited Isabeau kept raving on and on about the P.R.F. as Murielle, the blubbery handmaid, hobbled down the streets of Whitespire, carrying a mountain of oddities and wares.

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The True Duke of Petra, Ghelezas the Azdrazi, endorses this message.

"I am proud of my leal followers, my indomitable legion of TRUTHER forces..."

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"The Tarcharman spoke of this..." Aetirius eSwatini (沙丘) murmured...

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