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Hakka would look around the clan hall with his cousins as he chuckled, "Remember how grandfather never gave us gifts for passing our trials -- or also for when we defended him against terrorists? Man, good times, He will have to make up quite a bit to restore his relationship with us laddies."

1957 of the Stone Age ᛁᚱᛖᚺᛖᚨᚱᛏ ᛏᚱᚨᛞᛁᛏᛁᛟᚾᛋ Return of the True Son ᚱᛖᛏᚢᚱᚾ ᛟᚠ ᛏᚺᛖ ᛏᚱᚢᛖ ᛋᛟᚾ Hakka Ireheart would arrive by ship from the Western Ocean as the young dwarf would exit the ship. The crisp seafaring breeze would hit him on the cheeks once more as he moved quickly to dry land. A sharp urge would come to reality as the contents of his stomach would be emptied by a nearby tree. “I am blessed to be done with these damned waters. I am tired over anything with water.” He would shake his head as he raised his hands to his lip and wiped his mouth. “I wonder where my brother Hakon and my father Bakir are these days.” The Dwarf would quickly wipe his hands on his garments as he looked towards the Capital. Upon reaching the gates of Urugan, a dwed would run up to him with a pamphlet as he observed the headlines of the realm. Upon reading its contents, it would outline the gruesome war occurring between the Covenant forces and the alliance of Veletz. With a shake of his head, he would head to the Ireheart Clan hall where the hearth still remained lit. Within the halls of his clan, he penned many letters to his cousins, comrades, and all those who bore the name of Ireheart. — “The son of Bakir is home. I see my clan empty, our halls abandoned and no songs being sung of our glory. This shall not stand. As Clan Father the revival of our clan will ensue and the glory of the Irehearts will return. As my first act, I will deal with our grudge against the Vale who wronged us a decade ago. We shall fix this grudge with words rather than a fist. You are all expected to be present in a stone’s month to come home. Narvok oz Kjellos!” Son of Bakir, Clan father of the Irehearts

Within the Drunkin' Dragon in the Ireheart clan hall, Hakka would continue to mix and blend a variety of ingredients together with his new ciders and ales. Once the missive had reached the dwed a hearty chuckle would escape him. "Weh come teh peace wif dat fool'esh clan 'nd now dis? Talk 'bout bein' slow aye? Tell yeh wot. Why weh not place investagation over'a panseh fleein' from deh Grand King's side. 'or pa'haps loyality teh deh Grand King 'imself?" Hakka would move to finish the entirely of the contents within his glass as he would chuckle.

Hakka Ireheart would step within the clan halls amongst the other irehearts as he raised his mug alongside the others. "Meh yeh retirement beh filled wif mead 'nd leadin' deh youngins on der' trials Uncleh." He then downed the rest of his mead as he contunued, "Fatha, wheh weh gonna do next aye?"

Writ of Dissolution Issued, Circa. 6th of The Deep Cold, in the Year of our Lord 1910 Acting in accordance with the codes of chivalry and by the grace of GOD, the Round Table opposed the rule of Renilde I and her claim as the sovereign of the Commonwealth of the Petra. We were roused to act in response to the threat of a foreign army encroaching upon our lands. An army of mercenaries and raiders which sought to take the lives of the populace we swore to defend. The blood of those we once considered our brothers and sisters was shed in the civil war that followed. Our country was set aflame and many innocents were displaced by the final battle for Valfleur. Men, women and children burned in the fires of war, and anger forestalled all hope for a peaceful resolution. But though we lament the loss of life, we bear no regret in standing for what we believed to be righteous. The people believed in Constanz and stood by him until his honourable death by single combat. Our penance shall be dedicated to ensuring that the Archduke’s sacrifice was not in vain and that peace is once again restored to the heartlands. The war is over. Thus, we the surviving members of the Round Table and council of His Grace, the late Archduke Constanz, do announce this to be our final act in said capacity. We declare the following: The Round Table shall forsake its claim to be the rightful government to the Commonwealth of the Petra, and its associated territories. The Round Table hereby recognises the legitimacy of the bloodline of Paul Salvian and the House of the Petra as the sovereign rulers of the Commonwealth of the Petra. The members of the Round Table shall ensure the well-being of the children sired through the union of Constanz and Renilde I, following its dissolution, as per the will of their late father. The Round Table hereby declares any and all previous declarations of hostility or calls for violence against the regime of Renilde I null and void. Furthermore, we denounce any future dissident activities perpetrated by revolutionary remnants. Signed, His Lordship, Sir Louis Valencour d’Azor, former Chancellor of the Commonwealth Her Ladyship, Evangeline Daphne de Rosius-Malenos, former Head Steward of the Commonwealth Her Ladyship, Clementine Amaedea Huntshill Green, former Treasurer of the Commonwealth His Lordship, Sir Gregory ‘Wings’ von Hahn, former Marshal of the Commonwealth His Lordship, Artiev Colborn, former Master of the Hunt of the Commonwealth

Hakka Ireheart would smile, "Cousehs, weh m'ust head back sooneh den lata! Wif honour, meh wants a duel!"

Louis Valencour d’Azor would look to his best friend as the silence continued for moments longer. He observed the finished letter before before they as head finally spoke, “Where did it all go wrong?” He asked back. Louis stood to his feet as he swifter to pour two glasses of wine before the pair. “Regardless. We shall drink tonight, and tomorrow I shall follow you my brother. “

Constantine Malenos would move to aid those whom were harmed by Azdrazi, outside raiders, and the like. "T-They hold no honor nor consideration."

"Shall the paper never falter no matter the state of the realm!" Louis would exclaim.

Sir Louis Valencour d'Azor would sign the parchment as he looked towards the names on the page. "We serve our Commonwealth brothern! Shall they never forget."

The Chancellor of the Commonwealth would be with the citizens of Petra as they were preparing to deal with the what was to come. A fellow citizen would recite the missive towards the crowd as Louis would reply, "Hear hear, shall she answer for her crimes!"

Louis would look to Albert, "My dear boy, how could we have known your mother would not only betray you and your kin but our nation as a whole. Shall you always be watched over by those whom call you kin."

Upon wrapping up dinner with his family, Louis would be approached by an aid whom bought him a copy of the theses.“Wise words are written upon the page before me.” He would glance towards his wife as continued, “It does bother me truly that the Holy Mother Church ignores a Canonist state in our own, I shall hope that it change in rapid pace.”

I had the pleasure of meeting Dantory within Petra over the past four months. During that time I can say he was a individual that cared deeply for his lotc family, the community he was a part of, and above all -- his friends he spent time with. Many members of Petra and LOTC got to know his loud voice, his laughter, and his consideration for others as he spent time both in character and in discord. Dantory was always full of life and full of energy. When the community we both were are a part of had found out of the tragic news of his accident we all came together to pray and hope he would be able to come back to us. Today -- We pray for him and his family, we hope he his in a better place, and shall always hope to spread his laughter that echoed with us so dearly to others. Rest in peace my dear friend Szander. I shall pray for you and your own always.

Louis would smile the sun's smile as he saw another ally sign an alliance to with the Commonwealth. "It pleases me dearly to see that our Commonwealth stands with many around the world as allies and friends in such trying times. May God bless this union!"

Louis Valencour d’Azor would move to bring his pint of mead to his lips as he downed the whole glass with his dwarven friends within the Tavern at Valfleur. He shouted, “Shall our enemies cower in fear against our most glorious union!”

Louis Valencour d’Azor would lean back into his seat in the council room as he echoed the Archduke, “Indeed. They hold no business within the church. May they come to see reason. To the Commonweath and her allies.”

Chancellor Louis Valencour d’Azor would pop a third bottle of Champion this evening as placed in third in the Jousts, got married, and witnessed the signing of the treaty.

Two Houses Conjoined at the River Petra It is the pleasure of House d’Azor and House Jazloviecki to invite the citizens of the Commonwealth and beloved friends from across Almaris for a union between both houses. Lord Chancellor, Sir Louis Valencour d’Azor, and Lady Chamberlain, Lady Bianka Ophelia Jazloviecki shall tie the knot at the start of this upcoming Saint’s week. To begin the celebrations, a joust shall be held in honor of the couple in which warriors from the Commonwealth and distant lands shall be able to request entry. The victor of this joust shall earn the sum of three hundred minas and be declared a Champion of the Azorian Games. The tournament shall take place within the newly created jousting arena in Valfleur. After the tournament, the wedding ceremony will be held in the Cathedral of Petra. Lastly, the celebrations shall continue with a night of drink and dance within the Castle and town center. One gentleman or lady that is considered to be the best dressed by the bride shall be given a prize of one hundred minas. Event time and Tournament Entry Below Special invitations are sent out to the following people The Archduke and Archduchess of the Petra, Constanz and Renilde I @Eddywilson2@tilly The King of Haense, Georg, and his esteemed Pedigree @gusano The Grand King of Urugan, Agnar Grandaxe, and his esteemed Pedigree @Legoboy7984 —- To the former Marshall of Petra, Lambert @Ark To Lady Diane Malenos and her family @Majesticpasta To the Lady Privy Seal, Dame Catherine @AndrewTech To the Marshall of Petra, Laurens Henri and his family @DevoutChorale_ To Ser Arthur de Lyon and his family To the Princess Imperia of Balian, Costantia Casmir @PrettyCuteAnna To Sir Gwendel Vilac and his family @Harald —- To all the Citizens of the Commonwealth To all the Citizens of the Kingdom of Haense To all the Citizens of the Princedom of Sedan To all the Citizens of the Kingdom of Balian His Excellency, The Challencor of the Commonwealth, Sir Louis Valencour d’Azor Heir to the County of Azor Her Excellency, The Lady Chamberlain of the Commonwealth, Bianka Jazloviecki

Ser Louis Valencour d'Azor would drink his wine as he had a copy of the Petra post held to his right hand, "Such is talent indeed. How else would our commonwealth be able to be informed on all the latest developments?"

Louis would smile as he looked forward to the parchment, "This one holds talent indeed, perhaps I shall have to offer some contributions to this league."

The Azor Administration First of the Commonwealth 10th of Owyn’s Flame, in the Year of our Lord 1898 On this day, during the Second Court of Renilde I, the Archduchess and Archduke of Petra has formed the first Chancellery to aid in the development of the Commonwealth and her holdings. The Sovereigns from the dias had tasked Louis Valencour d’Azor to become the first Chancellor to lead the government to newfound successes for the people. Lord Chancellor, His Excellency, Louis Valencour d’Azor @Da_Emperors Lady Privy Seal, Her Excellency, Dame Catherine @AndrewTech Commander of the Son’s, His Excellency, Lambert, Marshall of Petra @Ark High Steward, Her Excellency, Livia Elena @koanda Knight Paramount, His Excellency, Ser Brant Berhal @grnappa Lord Treasurer, His Excellency, Artiev Colborn @Sander Issued and proclaimed, The d’Azor Administration 10th of Owyn’s Flame, Year 1898 HER GRACE, Renilde I, By the Grace of GOD, Archduchess of the Petra, Countess of Temesch and Moere HIS GRACE, Constanz-Anton, Archduke of the Petra, Prince of Balian Lord Chancellor, His Excellency, Louis Valencour d’Azor

Louis Valencour d’Azor would pour himself a glass of Azorian Merlot as he would glance at the missive his “aunt” would have released to the world. “How befitting of someone whom married into our blood just a few Saint’s weeks ago to know of our lineage or grace. Well spoken mother, shall they learn what the words, by our blood, we shall rise truly mean.” The man would chuckle as he called for his brother and sister.

A Call to the Name of Azor 14th of Sigismund’s End, In the Year of our Lord 1896 The House of Azor has a proud history that is rooted in dedication and service to the realm in which it serves. Such history is storied with members of each generation leading the family united together under various sovereigns in Almaris. First of the House, Ledicort d’Azor had served under the banner of Oren. In the second Generation, Diana Valentina had served under the banner of Balian. In the third generation, Edmund, under the Kingdom of Oren and thereafter. Since the fall of the Kingdom of Oren, a once proud Duchy in the texts of humanity has sunken to a House that would instead look to its land holdings and titles rather than the core of what made the Azor who they are. We are soldiers, we are statesmen, we are traders and above all, we are a house built on loyalty which seems to have slipped. I write this missive as the patron and heir to the House of Azor. I write this to those who carry the surname I hold. If you call yourself an d’Azor then I ask that you answer this call for the unification of our House underneath the Sovereigns our household swore loyalty to – the Commonwealth of the Petra, and our Archduchess Renilde I and Archduke Constantz. To my Uncle and Aunt that wish to claim the lands that my mother Mariana Antoinette once held within the Kingdom of Aaun. Our ancestral lands of Azor were lost in the South during the end of the Kingdom of Oren and those lands belong to my mother and I. You as much as we, that live within our home in Petra, wish to see our House restored to the former glories it held. I can understand your desire to remain to what is offered to you within Aaun. Yet this is not the standard for which our family should reside or strive for – we are much more. To all Azors that reside outside of the Commonwealth, I call for your arrival at our family's home. If you shall not answer this call nor wish to relocate then may it be that you no longer call yourself an Azor and hold ties to our proud house. No longer shall the name be used by those who do not wish to honor the tradition generations have lived by. No longer shall the house continue to fall into disarray. Either live by our name and history or pick one for you to earn your own legacy. Penned by Louis Valencour d’Azor, Lord Treasurer of the Commonwealth, Heir to Azor

A Degree upon Taxation 10th of Godfrey’s Triumph, in the Year of our Lord 1896 In recent years the growth of the Commonwealth of Petra has risen to heights that have caused a shortage of housing. By the Grace of our Archduchess and Archduke, the Crown has directed an expansion of our fair capital of Petra to arise to the influx of citizens. To all those who look for a home within the capital, contact the office of the Treasury or the Mayor to find new residence that will now be available Such a degree upon taxation has been issued to fund the expansion of the Capital as well as the Commonwealth as a whole. Within the new Tax offices you shall find your new liabilities for property. HER GRACE, Renilde I, by the Grace of GOD, Archduchess of the Petra, Countess of Temesch and Moere HIS GRACE, Archduke of the Petra, Contanz-Anton Novellen, Prince of Balian