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good luck, man!

I am going to miss you so much, Grim. You better come visit me

"May he serve well." Therese simply said as she tossed the paper onto the piles forming on her desk.

A set of crimson eyes look over the document. A brow lofts as they got further and further down. "Oh, these silly valah always seem to disappoint." Ventys said, looking over to her wife. "I thought the Church was all about 'love thy neighbour' and shit like that."

Regina, the lady of Bingleburg rejoiced

Annette patiently waited for a few days, but was ready to wait for years, decades. She paced back and forth, trying to find some way to pass the time. And finally, he was there. Before her stood the man she loved more than anyone in the entire world. “Karl!” She called, going to hug him tightly. “Oh, how Ich missed du. And now, du vill never leave mein side.” She released him from her tight grasp, her hand going to intertwine with his. “Ich have so many people for du to meet. Und Papa ist first on zhat list.” Thérèse stood at the gates of Vissingren, seeing a horse come to the gates. "An abandoned horse. . .?" She questioned, going outside to retrieve it. She then noticed the letters stuffed within. As she pulled them out, the quickly recognised the handwriting to be her grandfathers. Her face almost went pale. "No." She uttered, in complete disbelief. "Opa. . .I suppose would never go on without Oma. It was coming one way or another." She said before distributing the letters to everyone addressed.

"Good on Aimo. He was always the better out of all of us." Thérèse stated as she reclined in her office chair and threw the missive onto the building pile of others.

"Ich vill see zhem vhen Karl gets here. Ich vill vait however long ich need to." Annette responded with a slight smile towards her brother. "Du must understand, brudder."

Monika von Augusten frowns as this reminded her of something from her early life. . .

Annette had seen things she never wished to see, things that haunted her soul for years to come. Her first love abandoned her, ending their engagement through a letter. She had witnessed her sister kill her father, the smell of alcohol potent in her breath. She remembered her screams and begs as she held onto her father, him whispering his last words before his body became limp and his life slipped away. The heartbreak she bore was so profound, it shackled her to be trapped in her mind with the grief. Her first husband hurt her in ways she could never imagine. Her heart ached and ached, but through it all she still smiled. Her exterior remained unbroken, guarding the secrets of her fractured past. This changed when she met Karl von Theonus. Her brother had introduced them, ever hopeful for the two to be a good match. His actions always spoke louder than words ever could, and she loved that. He did not need to speak for his eyes told her everything she needed to know. They reminded her of honey, sweet and loving. The way that he looked at her set her heart aflame. He completely changed her life and forged her into an entirely new person with his bare hands. She shared her darkest secrets, and overcame her fears with his guidance. She knew that hardships would come, but he was by her side. Nothing else mattered. Arguments came and went. Oh how she regretted her words as they slipped from her lips. His ambitions caused her to pack up her things and leave, cradling her twins in her arms as the couple made their way across Almaris, settling in the new place he called home. She looked back at Haense, saddened as she was forced to abandon her Alderwoman position and her friends. But, she never complained, for she had no room to. He had given her the world. He had promised her titles, jobs, opportunities and they were hers. What more could she ask for? As the woman aged, she witnessed the continent end, her children get married and have children of her own. She watched her youngest daughter become a Countess and her son a Margrave. Her children were making their own legacies, and she knew she wasn’t needed anymore. She was happy with her life, though. As she reflected, all she could do was smile at how far she and her husband had come. And now, as an elderly woman, she found herself weeping more and more. Letters came, announcing the deaths of her friends, her children, allies, and acquaintances. Her soft heart ached as it did in the past, but she had Karl by her side. That was all she ever needed. Her walls came tumbling down now, not needing to hold any appearances for anyone. And one day, it finally came. "I am ready to go." She whispered before her eyes fluttered shut, and her body became lifeless. 1857-1961 Letters: Annette dump

Syllana Brylynn had sat waiting in the skies for her any of her family to come along. She knew none of the Vuln'miruels. . .or Vulnrith now would join her, but she knew at least her children would. She spent her time watching her family from the skies until finally she heard the laugh of her dearest son Cypress. "Child, you have so much to tell me." She said as she welcomed him into her arms.

Aemma steals the treasury money and makes a run for it!

Monika von Augusten marched to Stassion, a tiny portrait of her dear Alessandro in her hand. She used the image to get her though all the battles, all the tough days. Now, the squire stood in her own lands Petra, preparing for yet another battle. Orders were barked and the woman scurried about the wooden keep, finally making her way to a cannon with two Theonus. Then it became repetiton. Fire. . . Reload. . . Fire. . . "CHARGE!" Monika almost froze at the order, but knew her duty. Charge she did. Her sword quickly became stained in crimson along with her armour, but it did not matter to her. The Stassionites must die, she told herself. And die they did.

"Richard. . ." Therese, the Petran Chancellor then shook her head. "You did good by allowing the body of my cousin to come home, but that was all. You say you want to make peace with the Theonus, yet let your men pretend to be us and torture poor innocents." She let a scoff escape her as she looked over towards Stassion from the walls of Vissingren. "This is our peace now. Justice will be served."

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“GOD, I love Petra.” Thérèse, the Chancellor states.

✠ Issued by the ELECTORATE OF EINMONT On this day 13th of SUN’S SMILE, 1955 Following the untimely and tragic death of His Highness, Heinrich von Alstreim, Seventh Lord Vandalore, it now seems appropriate, after an extended period of mourning, that the Waldenic Diet should reconvene to decide upon the president of this next, eighth, diet. With all due respect given to the late Prince of Merryweather, may GOTT rest his soul, without a Lord Vandalore it is our whole people the Waldenians that are without a leader. As stated by THE SACRED LAW OF WALDENIA; On The Waldenic Diet, xxii. “The Waldenic Diet shall be dissolved upon the death or abdication of the Lord Vandalore, and reconvene for a new election following the mourning period.” And stated by THE WALTER AMENDMENT; On The Waldenic Diet, xxvii. “The Waldenic Diet shall be dissolved upon the conclusion of the Vandalore’s tenure through death, abdication, or forfeiture, and reconvene for a new election following the mourning period should one be necessary.” The amendment decidedly implemented into The Sacred Law, during the Third Session of the Seventh Waldenic Diet, 12 of Tobias’ Bounty, 1948. As such, with Heinrich von Alstreim relieved of the duty of Lord Vandalore and the period of mourning passed, it is with this notice that we ask the electors, recognised families and all Waldenians to attend the first session of the eighth Waldenic Diet. With this, the Electorate of Einmont requests that the Diet convenes within the halls of Marignan and perform their obligation to elect their next Lord Vandalore. MERRYWEATHER-ALSTREIM REINMAR-SUTICA MINITZ EINMONT VELEN LEOPOLD BARDENWIG AUGUSTEN BISHOP AUDRICK And all other Waldenian families ✠ Signed, HER EXCELLENCY, Thérèse Amorie von Theonus Chancellor of the Commonwealth of the Petra, Deputy Defender of Liberty

– The Petran Government – Issued and averred by Her Majesty Astana de Régne Petrére 100 [!] A portrait of Thérèse Amorie von Theonus LADY CHANCELLOR - Thérèse Amorie von Theonus Head of the Chancellor’s Office and Queen’s government. The Chancellor acts as the president of the River Council, overseeing the other councilors’ duties, and ensuring the effective functioning of the government machinery. VICE CHANCELLOR - Friedrich Hans von Augusten Second in command to the Chancellor. The Vice Chancellor takes up any responsibility that the Chancellor might delegate to them so that the office might continue to run efficiently. They provide leadership and training to Chancellatory Wards. APPURTENANT to the CHANCELLOR - Sir Marius Lovetts Administrator to the Chancellor. The Appurtenant to the Chancellor serves as a tertiary repository for any projects that might require an excessive amount of work. Serves as an assistant to the training of Chancellatory wards. WARDS - Vacant Those who wish to provide assistance and learn about maintaining the government. May be given small tasks to work on researching history, or writing about houses. USUALLY CHILDREN. [!] A portrait of Adrian Godfrey Temesch GRAND SPEAKER - Adrian Godfrey Head of Garmont Assembly, the legislative body of the Petra DEPUTY SPEAKER - Atticus Reinhold The Deputy Speaker can periodically run the Garmont in the Orateur's stead. They should be available to assist members of the Garmont in writing or proofreading bills should they request it, and continue to write and present their bills. SCRIBE of the GARMONT - Vacant Records the Garmont assembly and transcribes the words for the historical records so that they might be opened and read later. [!] A portrait of Artel von Theonus HIGH STEWARD - Artel von Theonus Head of the Petran lands. The Commissaire is tasked with upholding the housing within Petra along with running the census. The Commissaire and his office are also in charge of welcoming new people to the realm and helping them find their place in their new homes. The Commissaire is also in charge of hiring new stewards to the office. DEPUTY STEWARD - Wilford Reinhold The Deputy Commissaire is the hand of the Commissaire, helping them to uphold the housing along with any edicts put out by the office, this includes helping to expand the liveable spaces of the realm and making sure the Stewardy sheets are up to date, working closely with the office of the treasurer to do so. [!] A portrait of Theoderic von Theonus GRAND TREASURER - Theoderic von Theonus The Office of The Treasury is responsible for the kingdom’s economic health, finance, revenue, taxation policy, and general administrative management of property. Those in this office have a duty to ensure that the money ever flows like a river throughout this great Commonwealth. DEPUTY TREASURER - Wren Sarlen The deputy treasurer provides administrative and organizational support ensuring the commonwealth’s ledgers are up to date. This person also acts as a liaison between other offices and the treasurer to fund various endeavors benefitting the Commonwealth and its people. CASTELLAN OF LABOR - Vacant This person anticipates the Commonwealth’s material needs and stockpiles resources accordingly. Like the deputy, they work with other government offices and the military to ensure they have the supplies required to perform their various responsibilities. [!] A portrait of Prince Paul GRAND CHAMBERLAIN - Prince Paul Alexander of the Petra The Grand Chamberlain is the head of the Courts and is entrusted to administer the day-to-day of the gracious River Court as the Minister-in-Chief of the Office of the Grand Chamberlain. He has the final word on any courtly decisions made. DEPUTY CHAMBERLAIN - Princess Melina of High Peak The deputy chamberlain acts as the second-in-command to the Chamberlain and charge with their command when the Chamberlain is absent. [!] An artist’s rendition of Sir Aimo of Astor after his refusal to sit for a portrait KNIGHT COMMANDER - Sir Aimo of Astor The organization and running of the Order of the Petrine Laurel. Ensures the safety of the Crown and Citizen alike. Leads the knights of the order’s training, and supervises the addition of, and subsequent training of, new squires. [!] A portrait of Xavier Adiler GENERAL - Xavier Adiler Manages the safety of Vallagne, oversees the Petrine armory, and ensures the safety of the citizens. Also manages the training of other City Watch Guards whose duty is to protect every citizen of the city. HER MAJESTY, Catherine I Queen of the Commonwealth of the Petra, Marquise de Val d’Estenous, Countess of Temesch, and Moere, Baroness of Garmont, Valfleur, Vallagne-en-Petra, Artrois, Brasca, and of the phoenixspire, Protector of the Meadows, Protector of Dogs, Maker of two Maps. HER EXCELLENCY, Thérèse Amorie von Theonus Chancellor of the Commonwealth of the Petra, Deputy Defender of Liberty SIR Marius ‘Wordsmith’ Lovetts, Appurtenant to the Chancellor, Poet Laureate of the Petra, Knight of the Order of the Petrine Laurel Rapids,

MC Name: TaytoTot Discord: taytotot Image: Description of Image: a portrait of Julius von Theonus Dimensions: 1 high 1 wide

Thérèse von Theonus, the new Lady Chancellor, smiles the sun's smile from her office.

Thérèse reads over the letter, tears in her eyes. "Papa. . ." She uttered. Louis was not her biological father, but he was a good man to her, and her husband. She let out a sigh then, raking her hair back and thinking about the moment the two had together within the walls of Vissingren. "I will see you in the skies."

Monika von Augusten sat in her room, preparing all of her weaponry. She went through every item, making sure they were polished and sharpened. "Tvo down, only zhree more to go. Down vitt zhe traitors, down vitt zhe Veletzers." She spoke to the hallucination of her deceased cousin who taunted her. "Ich vill never rest, for du."

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

Monika von Augusten, Aimo's squire, spends her time in Petra's mines, very proud to have Black Lung for Petra!

Monika von Augusten, a Petran squire sharpens her blade, humming a song she had heard during the last battle. "Down with the traitors." She mumbled