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Name: Stinky Sigismund Age: 78 Culture: Savoyard ((Username: Luchitto ((Discord: JULIO#4667

*steps into tavern, reads* luchitto signs the petition :^)

I suggest posting this in the cultures sub-forum [link] Other than that, it's a pretty good piece of writing, the culture somewhat reminds me of those bandits from Zelda BOTW because of the masks.

Name: Pelagius Juliano de Savin y Guillén-Santiago Race: Heartlander, Santegian Birth Year: 1761 Peerage (if applicable): Archduchy of Hyspia Do you have a residence in Sutica, or are you guaranteed a residence as a government official, or are you currently in the process of acquiring one?: Yes Address of residence (if applicable): N/A ((still waiting 4 the hyspia build to be pasted in)) Name: Don Pablo 'El Hediondo' Juan José Molina Esteban Cicerón Juan Sebastián Alemán Salvador Ordóñez of Hyspia Race: Hyspian (loud n proud) Birth Year: 1804 Peerage (if applicable): Archduchy of Hyspia Do you have a residence in Sutica, or are you guaranteed a residence as a government official, or are you currently in the process of acquiring one?: Yes Address of residence (if applicable): N/A ((likewise, still waiting 4 the hyspia build to be pasted in))

Pablo of Hyspia scrunched his mold edged eyes as he eyed in disgust at the Trade King's grammar mistake, "Has his Serene Majesty not studied atleast basic Hyspo-Santegian?? Why is it that everyone in Sutica writes 'DE' wrong.. it's .. 'Cesar de Rivera'."

"Uhhhh.. What's a Medieval??" said a grimed Kaedrini as he worked the fields of Monte Lucienanus, perking up a light bundle of wheat. The Peasant then inquired of his friend, Rob - handing him the pamphlet, "Rob! What's a medieval..?" the man merely stood there, "I dunno, must be a mix of the words - Medicine, and - Evil. Probably connoting to a foul evil beast of whom breaths medicine out of it's snout." "That makes sense.. Yeah! An evil medicine monster." the peasant then stuffed the invitation into his grubby front centre pocket, unbeknownst to the exact meaning of 'Medieval'.

Cardinal Pelagius apprehensively twiddled his fingers together as he skimmed thru the investigation post, perking up a slight skiddish comment before placing it back into a bin, "Yes.. shall the traitors be punished..!"

"Oh.." Cardinal Albarosa hurled all the ballots off his desk table, beginning to write letters to each Cardinal personally, "Apparently.. I was wrong! The count was right! Cardinal Jorenus is officially Pontiff." and that was that.