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"Huh, who is this again?" Renilde remarked from within the safety of her panic room, having predicted this heinous ordeal long before it'd occurred. "Quite strange for myself to be false if I am the rightfully anointed in the eyes of GOD..."

"This is all we want," the archduchess claimed before her council after scanning the missive. "We do not wish to throw stones at the church, good people; we wish for our homeland to be accepted and no longer ignored by GOD's disciples. Why must we venture to Aaun or Haense in search of a man of the cloth for a simple wedding, only for that man to be late and deep in his cups? We've been made a mockery of here, and it is constantly played off as us 'pushing the church away', and straying from GOD." Renilde sent down her fist 'pon the table, causing the glassware to shudder. Eyeing each one of her councilors with a fierce glare, she continued in an even tempered voice. "I'm afraid, however, that it is the other way around. We've been first ignored by GOD's alleged loyal servants, made a mockery of, and then targeted by this inquisition of theirs, each victim they traumatize being close to the heart of Petra. At what point will it all stop? At what point will they allow us to worship Canon just as we've been asking to for the better part of the decade? All we want is to host mass for our people and to have a reliable, Petran cardinal to confide in. We must press on, for our ultimatum is not out of the question." That steely gaze met each Round Table Councilors' individually, and deliberately, before she demanded of her assembly as a whole, "Are you with me?"

A River of Stars Agreed on 7th of Godfrey’s Triumph, 1908 Between the Principality of Celia’nor and the Commonwealth of Petra The Principality of Celia’nor and the Commonwealth of Petra, after many lengthy discussions, see themselves sharing a similar mindset and goal for the future of their own people and respective realms. Because of this, the two nations unite in an alliance and pursue success together in the midst of such a dark world. ARTICLE I: MILITARY ALLIANCE SECTION I: ALLIANCE The Commonwealth of Petra and the Principality of Celia’nor, hereby referred to as ‘the signatories’, sign a new alliance between the two sovereignties henceforth known as I. The signatories agree to a military alliance. II. The signatories agree that an attack by a third party against one of them is an attack against both of them. III. The signatories agree to settle any dispute between them or in which they may be involved through peaceful means in such a manner that this alliance and the laws of the signatories are not endangered. IV. The signatories agree to consult together whenever, in the opinion of either of them, the territorial integrity, political independence or security of the signatories is threatened. V. The signatories agree to discuss military expeditions with one another and agree to assist one another in such campaigns. VI. The signatories recognise one another’s sovereignties and their respective leaders as the rightful rulers of their land. VII. The signatories recognize the respective claims of governance, namely that Celia’nor has the right to govern all High Elves. SECTION II: MILITARY COOPERATION The signatories agree to engage in military cooperation in light of Section I. I. The signatories agree to share information of a military nature or usage between one another. II. The signatories agree to allow the other to move through their lands. SECTION III: TRADE The signatories agree that a pact of free-trade shall begin between both parties, with each agreeing: I. That nation-affiliated merchants shall be allowed to trade in the other signatory’s nation without unnecessary tax or harassment. II. That each signatory shall receive one untaxed stall to sell whatever goods they see fit, so long as they do not break said nation’s laws. III. That each signatory shall offer their preferred weaponry as export to one another’s nations. SECTION IV: CULTURE The signatories agree that a pact of cultural exchange shall begin between both parties, with each agreeing: I. The Signatories agree to participate in exchanges of culture between the Princess and Prince of Celianor and the Archduchess and Archduke of Petra to expand the knowledge between both realms. SECTION IV: DURATION The signatories agree to be bound by the terms of this Treaty for a period of ten years. AY’PUERAN; Valyris Ibarellan, Princess of Celia’nor, Queen of Gladewynn, Princess of the Alders, Princess of Alderyn, High Empyrean Princess, Sole-Proprieter of Gladewynn, Protector of the High Elves, High Magus of the Arcanic Court, etc. SIGNED, 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

"The Dwed have always been a good friend to us," Renilde remarked to her husband and chancellor as they returned with the news of another full alliance. "Good work, gentlemen." @Eddywilson2 @Da_Emperors

At a meeting much later in the saint's week, the Archduchess found herself sitting across the table from her beloved nephew, Frederick II of Sedan, and her very own sister, Charlotte Roberta. The two had declared their intent to marry, which brought Renilde a great joy to see the happiness Charlotte had displayed, despite the humiliation she'd gone through prior at the hands of the church and the emotional strife it'd brought Renilde's beloved little sister. "First, we marry the two of you off before the dragon gets here, so we all go to battle merry and satisfied by the celebrations to follow. You will make a big fuss of this! Send the invitations out now!" @Cepheid @outcook

"It had to be done," Renilde murmured in disdain at the end of the long meeting, happy to attend a lighthearted picnic following the tense get-together.

“It was such a lovely meeting,” the archduchess told the King of Haense and Ophelie de Falstaff on her way back down the Petra.

"Now these are some quality products!" Renilde remarked to those gathered in the Petran Patriot, sampling several flights of the featured liquor. "Blue Waters is my favorite!"

"My king..." Renilde sighed upon receiving the news, having expected the King of Haense's passing for quite a while.

"I've a few jobs for them..." Renilde began jotting down her latest mysteries onto a piece of parchment, a crease forming between her brows.

Renilde puts on her hat and prepares for a trip to see Sir Artiev, the commonwealth's treasurer, to take out a large sum of money; her intention was to visit the 'Shop of the Year' and purchase herself a new set of earrings with pendant to match. She had parties to attend, and would be damned if she didn't look the best there. "Petra poppin'," Renilde murmured the personal mantra to herself upon making her way to the Colborn estate.

"This is what I did today." Renilde conveyed to her travel-exhausted husband at the end of an evening spent celebrating Constanz's return with their loved ones. The woman smiled from ear to ear in pride while displaying the pact with her new Urguani acquaintances. "They were such a funny folk, yet crass; had me in stitches most of the time, much like our people! We'd do well to learn a thing or two from them, and they'd fit right in with the Petrine populace whenever it is that our nations organize a mingling in the future..." Renilde went on and on, though her husband was undoubtedly in another world, continuing his travels via unconsciousness.

"What sort of a creature does a horse and a crow make?" The archduchess shuddered at the thought, but was comforted by the fact that the two animals, in the real world, could not procreate together... as far as she was aware. Renilde could be found in the library later on, researching the two animals and whether it would be possible for them to reproduce together. Many hours later, she was pleased to discover this travesty to be of fiction, but left the archives yearning for a winged horse.

"I love this," Renilde said in a detached sort of way, eagerly thumbing through the catalogue.

why did you have to go and get banned when your nation needed you the most. you're literally avatar: the last emperor.

“Huh, no mention that the Sons new base is actually my childhood home which I bequeathed to them… at least call it Castle Moere!” A nostalgic Renilde held back tears with a wobbling lip.

"Why on Almaris would we sponsor someone else's war when that chapter of humanity has just been closed?" The archduchess of Petra plotted in her tower for a meeting with the Ser Lucien of Petra, and 'Ser' Darius of the ruined Orenian Kingdom, wondering just what they sought to accomplish on someone else's mina and reputation.

“SONS OF PETRA!” Renilde chanted along with her men, fist thrust high in the air as she stood beside Lambert, the marshal who led them. @Ark

"Powerful," smirked the archduchess of the commonwealth.

Renilde smiles the Sun’s Smile, preparing for several good years of peace and happiness in the human realms.

"Finally," said the archduchess in an advanced state of pregnancy. Her ankles were swollen. Her strawberry-blonde hair had gray streaks in it and she was barely even twenty. Standing over Louis's desk in his new office, she unloaded document... upon document... upon document. "This is your responsibility now, dear Louis. Do Petra proud." Clapping him on the shoulder then, she'd exit the office without offering him the chance to respond, wiggling her fingers in a wave amidst her hasty departure.

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"This just got even more interesting," remarked the archduchess from the basilica in Karosgrad, reading the day's eventful round of missives.

“What an accurate recounting of events,” remarked the archduchess, witness to the intensive training.