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Sir Paul Montalt from his retirement wishes his kinsman Leonid luck. "They would be wise to follow him henceforth. I've no doubt Leonid shall go on to do great things, if he puts his mind to them."

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Far right between Mog and Savoy Excitedly, Defy, and Artifact (triumvirate)

Sir Paul Montalt makes note of the dissatisfaction of the kids in the Commonwealth and carefully plans his next move to usurp the Archduchess and denounce the Liyar uf Petruh once and for all.

The Unspoken shouldered a familiar Star Steel sword, a tear leaving his eye. Others celebrated; others triumphed. All that Paul Montalt could feel was the grief of murdering his best friend's younger sister. Nonetheless, the Grand Knight carried both swords now, one wrought of Thanhic steel and the other forged from the sterling-hued cometsteel. Livia would not soon be forgotten.

He’s worked on this for a year +1

I’m ritalin’d up and bunny hopping in your walls (Until next time I see you, so long).

(You may reference it. This is the Loyalist Partisans' account of the war.)

The Heroes of the Petrine Laurel It is with great pleasure that the Archduchess Renilde I and Grand Knight Paul Montalt of the Republic of the Petra announce the victory of the Loyalist partisans against the Rebel forces. Henceforth, in honor of the fallen Sir Arthur de Lyons and the countless knights who fell in service to The Penny Duke’s resistance movement, the position of Knight Paramount is henceforth dissolved. Sir Arthur de Lyons was the last Knight Paramount of the Commonwealth, and shall be buried with full honors, as well as Sir Brandt and Dame Livia. Sir Paul “The Tongue; The Unspoken” Montalt shall assume the position of Grand Knight and bring about Knightly Reforms. The Circle of the Laurel 1. Dame Azrielle Vilac, Hero of the Petra 2. Dame Elvira de Vilain, Hero of the Petra 3. Dame Emma de Rosius, Hero of the Petra 4. Sir Joseph Vasile, Hero of the Petra 5. Dame Anna Lucilla, Hero of the Petra 6. Sir Milonir, Hero of the Petra 7. Dame Charlotte Roberta, Hero of the Petra 8. Sir Ilya Ivanovich, Hero of the Petra 9. Sir Onon of the Irrinites, Hero of the Petra 10. Dame Maude Fredericka, Hero of the Petra 11. Sir Stefan af Don, Hero of the Petra 12. Sir Miguel, Hero of the Petra 13. Dame Clementine Amadea, Hero of the Petra 14. Dame Avern of Petra, Hero of the Petra 15. Sir Laurens Henri, Hero of the Petra 16. Sir Paul Montalt, Hero of the Petra 17. Dame Renilde I, Hero of the Petra 18. Sir Valentin Mareno, Hero of the Petra 19. Sir Marius Audemar, Hero of the Petra

The Battle for the Commonwealth From Castle Moere, nineteen-hundred soldiers under the banner of Renilde, the rightful Archduchess of Petra, sallied out to take the field of battle. The countryside of the Commonwealth was theirs -- the place of knightly estates, familial manors, and the homes and dwellings of those who had first built the Commonwealth. At her right side was Sir Paul Montalt, once a distinguished knight of the Commonwealth who had been driven out by those forces which sought to topple the Archduchess. At her left was the aged Sir Valentin Mareno, a man who had met a similar fate. Her two commanders strode forth and took the field of battle, atop the hills overlooking Valfleur, where the army of the usurper, Constanz, began their own arrangements. The host under Constanz numbered greater, boasting around twenty-four hundred themselves. However, where they may have had the advantage in manpower, they did not have the leadership. The two sides initially began a duel of arrows, but as the projectiles rained upon the respective armies, few were felled. Sir Paul and Sir Valentin ordered the line be held, while Prince Marius of Haense, having pledged his sword to Renilde’s cause to restore his honor, and Joseph Vasile, a former squire of Petra who had ventured north to fight for his old liege again, took two-hundred dismounted men-at-arms to the left flank. Fierce fighting erupted through the suburbs, but as the rebel force attempted a countercharge, they were caught in a trap! One of their principal commanders, Gregor Malinov, was surrounded and, in a fierce duel with Prince Marius, was wounded and carried off the field of battle. With one of his great commanders mortally wounded, Constanz knew that disorder may break his ranks. Thus, he decided on a fateful charge. Still at an advantage of numbers, he hoped to smash through the divided lines of his wife’s army and win the day. Around an hour after the battle had begun, the call to charge was made. The two ranks crashed into each other, steel meets steel as the bloody melee raged around them to decide who would carry the day. It was no easy fight- first Sir Paul was wounded by a spear to the leg; but his valor allowed him to fight on with his cries of “Do not relent!” and “Warhammers, warhammers!” Sir Valentin was struck next, taking an axe to the chest; but he too remained near the front, urging his men on to victory. Even the Archduchess herself, in the heat of battle, was unhorsed five times and urged to fall back, for none could know how the battle would go. Still, she fought on. However, no matter how dire the fight, the true men and women of Petra pressed on. As Prince Marius took charge, the Loyalist ranks pressed forth and forced the rebel lines to bend, then buckle, then break. As the rebel Constanz tried to bring order to the line, he was struck in the back by the sword of Dame Charlotte Roberta, the sister of the Archduchess. As he was carried off the field as well, the ranks of his followers began to flee. A final, last-ditch effort was made by Sir ‘Wings’ von Draco to save the day for the rebels, but after a whirling duel with Joseph Vasile he too was wounded and evacuated from the field. Without the time to even swarm into Valfleur, the rebel ranks scattered throughout the field, running north to Haense or south to Aaun to find refuge. Although it was not without loss, the battle had been won for the Archduchess and her supporters. They entered the town of Valfleur to cheering crowds, thankful that the bloodshed of the day had not reached them. All counted their lucky stars that no siege was to come, and that the war was finally over. As Prince Marius and a few infantrymen secured the city, the Archduchess and her loyal few returned to Castle Moere to celebrate those who had fought and died for the rightful heir of Paul-Salvian. God bless thee, Renilde I.

A second battle for Petra had been won. Atop the walls of Valfleur, seven-hundred men, led by the Ruslter bandit Elsil, stood to try and stop the advancing host of fifteen-hundred led by Sir Paul Montalt. For all their cries of the Archduchess hiring a foreign army, their thinned ranks were led by a bandit from the woods, while the men of the Petran Republican Army had at their head one of the most storied knights of the land. The first volley of arrows, from the archers led by Sir Paul, thudded against the wooden stakes of the hastily erected wall surrounding the city. Around the back, Vyllaenen and the Ferrymen freeriders sought a way to flank the town’s defenders. After several minutes of searching, they broke through and cut down many hundreds of the rebel ranks. Sir Paul and his archers hastiled climbed up the palisades and joined the fray. Within minutes, the rebels lay dead or surrendered. The captured were taken back to Castle Moere, to be dealt with in the manner that traitors are - summary execution. As the bandit captain, Elsil, was put up against a wall, crossbows lined towards his back, the man wet himself out of fear of what was to come. The others with him cringed and shied away in fear as their captain was filled with bolts. Another captured rebel, ‘Wings’ von Draco, hurled insults at the Petran Republicans and proclaimed proudly that, at any moment, a rescue party would come to free him. Ready for another fight, the Petrans waited. Minutes passed, then hours, but there was no sign of any rebel forces. Fear had gripped their hearts, and they did nothing to rescue their comrade. The laughs and jeers of the rebel von Draco turned into cries of anguish and pain as his arm was lopped off by Prince Loran of Mardale. Again falls those who betray the rightful Archduchess of the Petra.

Sir Paul Montalt added an homage to one of his ledgers. Dame Livia the Stubborn Sir Brandt the Unyielding Civil war, it was a tragic thing. Paul had fought three of them in his long life. Now, the sister of his long dead friend Emilio at last joined her brother in the rich Petran soil, as did Sir Brandt - both loyal to their Archduke, and rebellious by nature. For that, Paul offered them his respect, but contemplated how many others would have to die before the enemy would sue for peace. Paul said to his daughter, "Never take solace in war." He said from the ramparts, "Loyalty to The Penny Duke has cost too many already. Live a quiet life, a happy one. When I am gone, do not mourn my loss, for men such as me have shaped this ghastly world you children will inherit. I am sorry, my dear."

On the opposite side of the field, at the Castle of Temesch et Moere, Sir Paul Montalt "The Unspoken" stared through his visor across at the other half of the city of Valfleur. His gauntlet uplifted before his face, and he stared at his worn leather palm. He had killed Dame Livia with his own hands. The price of his oaths was beginning to catch up to him, Sir Paul Montalt, once Squire Pavel Barrow, lamented. And no matter what he could not stop seeing the blood as it dribbled from his fingers. It was stuck to him forever now, just as once he had slain the Lord Carrion's son when he was himself but a squire of twelve-years-old. Was it fated? He thought to himself. For me to be this way? "There is but one Archduchess," he said wistfully, now fifty-five years of age. He had killed now hundreds of men, with his own hands or by way of his designs. The Commander of the PRF readied himself for his next fight.

There Is But One Archduchess Victory had come for Petra's loyalists. As Constanz of Balian and his followers sought to put Archduchess Renilde on trial, despite her absence and innocence, given their attempted, but failed, usurpation, those loyal to the rightful Archduchess, along with the assembled armies of Almaris, stood outside Castle Moere in wait. It took only a moment- a flash! And in came pouring legions of men bearing arms and standards from across the world. At the front of them all rode Sir Valentin and Sir Paul, both scorned knights of Petra seeking to reclaim the Republic from those who wished to erode it. Only Sir Arthur de Lyons stood his ground bravely and acted in the manner becoming of a knight of Petra- the rest, among them their traitorous liege, took to hiding. One by one they were captured and felled, many of them were too scared to even draw their blades. As Constanz of Balian huddled in the basement of the castle, the sounds of the advancing forces of the rightful Archduchess doubtless caused him to soil his breeches. His moment of valor stolen by other men, just as his wife was, Constanz of Balian was soon taken prisoner and brought back to Valfleur, which had also been taken. Although all bayed for the blood of the traitor, it was Father Blackwater who instead advised a softer path. Peace, not civil war, was desirable, and he resolved to sit and make terms until it was had. For hours the two parties argued back and forth, but after nearly a day, it seemed that terms could be made. Petra would be divided into two administrative halves, a split befitting of the coming dissolution of the marriage that once bound Petra together. To govern both halves and ensure their safety and vitality would be Dame Catherine of Furnestock, she who could be trusted to repair the Commonwealth as she had so many times before. However, it was not to be. Despite his verbal agreements, and the signatures by the Archduchess, Dame Catherine, and Father Blackwater, Constanz of Balian denied the chance of peace, instead condemning Petra to civil war and proclaiming his intent to lead his people into demise and ruin, instead of peace and mediation as he has previously agreed to. Despite calls to execute the man, once again Father Blackwater intervened, instead arguing for only a maiming to happen. It would be of ill-faith to kill a man who had surrendered, certainly a man who was legally the Archduke-consort of Petra. The men agreed, and, finding the part of Constanz’s body that would see the most use with women, they gouged out an eye. Such is the tale of those who stood against the Archduchess of Petra, and such will be the tale that is told for many years. Despite her victory over her faithless husband, Renilde showed magnanimity and mercy, which was soon twisted against her, just as her love and devotion were twisted against her in the halls of her council. Peace could have been had, but by Constanz of Balian’s hand it was rendered impossible.

"This brings me no pleasure," said Sir Paul Montalt upon a late walk with his cousin Ilya. "Many men died today. But only one died with honor." He lit a candle for de Lyons.

"Thank you Barrett," said the PRF Commander Paul, tacking it to his noticeboard for his troops to see. It was an accurate recounting of the situation by and far, though he snubbed his nose at the words "sleeping with Haenseman".

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Sir Paul "The Tongue" Montalt rips the tongue out of the mouth of a Sons of Petra soldier, slapping him with it before hence he was taken away and killed by the Ducal Guard firing squad. "Let us see where this 'merit' lands them."

"The Cuckold's War," pronounced Sir Paul with a bit of eccentric gallows humor.

Paul Montalt, Knight of the Eagle, ended his wanderlust. "Glad to see you, old friend. We shall defend his daughter together, as was our sacrosanct Oath to our fallen friend Paul Temesch. We shall rip the consort limb from limb for his treachery."

Finnadh Uradir supports the rightful Sohaer of Haelun'or.

"With Virtue, ascribe to the Canonist Princes the same role in Nature you would a gnat or bellicose caterpillar. They descend into rot or beauty. From those primal elements, we shape our Virtue, and from our Virtue we discover the truth of the Exalted Derfey. In truth, trust not the bureaucrat who cloaks his mischief in religion, trust not the politician who uses the Faith to surmise their own divinity." - Atticus Derfey's Meditations, 12:16, The Prime Virtue

you know where to find me if you want a person who can swing in and assist with acting or setting the stage just lmk

The Scallywag Petyr smoked a cigar, “Those who fight with valor have nothing to fear. Those who oppose us with indignity and seek to one-up us have everything to fear. Fighting is all in good fun!”