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The mini-Montalt Maude beamed as she heard of the news from her brother Valerius over dinner. "This calls for a celebration!"

"It has been fifty-two..."An elf in Solgaard muttered, watching the politics unfold at the edge of her seat. She awaited to see what would happen next, not envying those that were on the receiving end of Tiberius' ire.

An elf in not so distant lands gasped. She quickly ran off to show the missive to her fellow knowledge lovers. "THEY HAVE IT! ALL THE LOST BOOKS! Revolutionary times for librarians everywhere!"

Cosmic hues set upon the threshold of a Caurost home, a hand placed upon the wooden frame. The other reached for the door to open it, setting foothold into a new life. Her bags slunk off of her shoulder next to the coat rack and she turned to look back out towards the street. A smile etched on her visage when he gaze settled on the idle buzz of the city and she let out a breath she had not realize she had been holding in for decades now. The Lady of Sunlight had finally found the home she had been longing for, and nothing could take away that sense that she finally belonged.

"An interesting turn of events." A young Montalt commented after reading over the letter. She went off to go back to making lollipops in her bakery, having enough of conflict these days.

♪ ♫ ♬ A KLOMP OF THE AGES The Rexdom has seen much success in recent years, returning the jungles to their natural state from those who sought to destroy them. In the aftermath of our victory and to honor the indomitable spirit and strength of LURAK, we are pleased to announce a tournament.Show your courage, skill, and honor, and stand alongside the mightiest warriors of our time. May your weapons be sharp, your spirits high, and your hearts full of the fire of battle. The tournament will be held in the arena right outside the city. I T I N E R A R Y TOURNAMENT Warriors from across the realm of Aevos are invited to partake in the tournament to see who emerges victorious. Those who sign up will be entered into a bracket where the winner will receive 300 minas as a prize for the victor. [PVP Tournament] CONCESSIONS Traditional orcish cuisine of spicy meats, roasted vegetables, and hearty foods will be served to the guests along with the chosen grog of the evening. These will be passed around throughout the tournament. TOURNAMENT SIGN-UPS If you wish to sign up for the tournament, send a bird to Qor with the following information. [[ REPLY TO THE POST OR MESSAGE ME ON DISCORD @ STARLITSEER]] [[OOC]] IGN: [[ OOC]] Discord: Name: Where are you from?: Optional Alias: [[OOC: SATURDAY AUGUST 3rd, 2024 @ 5 PM EST]] SIGNED, QOR, Grubgoth of the Rexdom of LURAK, CEO of QOR’DASH

Qor had no witty remarks or quips to add to the news. A solemn expression overtook the young Grub'goth's demeanor and she sighed, praying to the spirits that the Rex was guided to the ancestors. She wandered outside of the goi to the sands that dusted the horizon, taking with her incense to light. It was beneath the starlight and warm desert breeze where she mourned the loss of the Rex, and awaited to see what became of Lurak. Despite the sadness, she knew in her heart that great things were to come of the Rexdom. Qor'dash closed their services for the rest of the day, though new items would be stocked after tomorrow...

[!] A letter would be penned in a child’s handwriting and a bright pink crayon in response to the letters sent out to the P.R.F. A page boy would deliver the letter to the Queen of Numindil posthaste. Tar-Caraneth Aryantë, Hi! I am Maude, we met the other day. I will bring you and Mister Anorhil all my candy shop money for my brother’s cow-killing. Mom says he might have been dropped on the head as a child, please doo not hold it agaiesnt him. Bestest Wishes, Lady Maude Elizabeth Montalt

Maude Elizabeth of Montalt readies her blade, donning her pink child-sized armor.

WHETESPORE FIELD TRIP RUINED circa. 1986 Amid the night the children of the Kid Kingdom of Ahuhn gathered in the tavern of Enswerp. They prepared for a nighttime trip to use their lessons on constellations as a guiding tool for when one is lost to a neighboring Kingdom. Several of them had gathered early when tragedy had struck, Petrans had drawn weapons on man and children alike. Most of them only had cutlery from their picnics to defend themselves. Only one had survived that day unscathed from the gaggle of children accosted. HELLO WHETESPORE- Tonight, we got RAIDED. I survived though, me MAUDE ELIZABETH MONTALT! I hid out in the Cliffhaven Hall since you KNUCKLEHEAD PETRANS were too slow to catch me. Let it be known among the Kingdom of Ahuhn and in WHETESPORE; you all will be known as ‘weeirdoos’ for attacking children and defenseless ladies! Imagine that! No honour! Well boo to you! You left me alive! Maude remembers, Montalts remember; and you WEEIRDOOS will face my wrath soon enough! WHETESPORE will rally! Fake Petrans all of you! No real Republicans like you! You ruined our field trip! P.S. I added a drawing of me mad. Hope it helps. SIGNED; QUEEN OF AHUHN, Little Fish, Bestie to Cece and Frunk The above was transcribed mostly by the child’s governesses with some aid from the youth.

An ancient and feral Charlotte Roberta stirred from whatever cave she feasted on the carrion and flesh of descendants within as a wind blew in the missive and letters of the ongoing political sphere. "Seasons change, yet nothing ever happens... to call yourself a King or Queen of my Father's Commonwealth is to not know the true ideals of a Petran... yet my sister is too ancient to be sane...Goodluck, young Paul... return the Petra to what it once was..." The creature whispered to the wind, whatever humanity had been left of her had passed after that moment. She used the parchment of the missives as a napkin for her meal. While she was nearing her nineties, she did not look a day over twenty-five. Such immortality and youthfulness coming at the cost of her humanity, perhaps it was for the best she kept to her isolation. "All rots eventually... all turns to rot... flesh and bones to nothingness...."

A youthful Montalt picked up her child-sized sword, fulfilling the Promise of Petra, the promise of her ancestors... for freedom, for democracy. Maude knew not what the future held, only that her destiny aligned with the history of her House and she had to fulfil the duty that her fate was bound too.

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ. The dance of a dragon and a phoenix; the pair perfectly synchronized in the flame. Within this false world we may count ourselves blest, If we have but one friend who is faithful and true; And so in your friendship contented I'll rest, And believe I have found that one blessing in you. Step, step, step; it was a crescendo of music and movement across the ballet studio floor. At the upper levels of the Hand of Horen, two rambunctious youths sought to pour their energy into the art that was ballet, at least their tutors thought it would put that energy to good use so they would not wreak havoc with games of Conquest on the stairwell again. It was a blur of twirls and giggles with Maude Elizabeth and Cecily Amelia whirling about the floor much to the dismay of the nun overlooking their lessons. She placed two fingers on her temples when the girls opted to link hands and spin in circles. The nun smacked a wooden ruler on the barre to redirect their attention to the lesson at hand. The room was softly lit as torches and candlelight flickered on the walls as if to mock the dancers within the hall. Ornate tapestries depicting Princesses and Ladies of yore participating in the very same pastimes as they were. The children released each other from their spinning and raised their arms over their heads. They dug their toes into the ground to place their weight upon them, standing above their usual height in their ballet flats. A small shuffle from each and they found their balance. The violinists began their song once again and they danced, as skilled as someone so young could be. It took a surprising amount of discipline for the two to hold their composure. “Cecily.” Maude loudly whispered with their dancing, taking note of the tapestries. “I think they’re just us, but different. It’s why we are going to be friends forever.” Cecily did not respond, only a smile as if to understand what she had said to not incur the wrath of the nun by talking any longer. Therefore the two danced, as if it were a passion fueled by friendships that spanned through other lifetimes. Two souls reborn and connected to transcend the perils of humanity. Her Royal Highness, Princess Cecily Amelia of Alstion and Lady Maude Elizabeth of Montalt; a pair that will surely be a guiding light during the plight that faces the Heartlands as they have been time and time again... circa. 1986