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"Mama..." A teenaged Princess Mattea, with looks akin to her father's, but a mind, determined and strong as her mother's, looked down at the missive on her vanity. She'd been at her mother's bedside in her last hours, last days, holding Adalia's hand while she ailed. Yet, it was surreal to see the notice of her death, and even stranger to see her brother as a king - he was still falling out of trees, for GOD's sake!

O’ TANNENBAUM, O’ TANNENBAUM! Penned by Baron-Consort of Rhénanie, Sorrel Tulpe Auclair Atstana de Regne Petrère 150 O’ Tannenbaum, O’ Tannenbaum – Vallagne Square Needs a Tree! Citizens of the Petra and friends from all around, You are cordially invited to join us on a merry adventure into Solland! Together, we will comb the rolling, frosted fields of the Meadowlands to find the most magnificent Krugsmas Tree to grace the square of Vallagne for our festive season. Bring your cheer, your sleigh bells, and your sharpest eye, for this tree will be the heart of our celebrations! The merriment doesn’t end there, no, no! The very next day, every citizen is encouraged to bring an ornament or decoration to adorn the tree — a creation that represents your family, business, or personal flair. Imagine the joy, as the square sparkles with a kaleidoscope of stories, crafted by the hands of the Commonwealth’s vibrant community. This joyous tradition promises laughter for young and old, with warm cider, hot cocoa, sweet treats, and the hum of holiday melodies all in the air! So; don your scarves and mittens, gather your loved ones, and let us kick off this merry season with a tree-choosing trek to remember! Signed, THE POPULAR, Sorrel Tulpe Auclair, Baron-Consort of Rhénanie, Commandant of the Swords of Saint Emma, Second People’s Seat of the Garmont Assembly, Ambassador of Fun

@mothstheticand @Homhave been on my list, and perhaps @SimplySeodue to their proximity... @D4rkSolaras well for being a homie. @tezzaractfor being my across-the-sea cannabis crush. @cruzazuland @Nectoristfor being big bros to me on the server. @Halt@Maltaand @Aeusfor being good fellas and never leaving me out to dry. and @Rigbc despite him hating my guts, i appreciate what he did for me that one time and what he protected me from throughout the petran civil war (OOC yuckers). wish we could make up. xoxo also @Deetsand every other theonus gamer. honestly one of the nicest/chillest noble houses with good values and a strong voice (very nice ppl OOC) anyone else i didn't think of, im sorry. and also @luvvy even tho i can't tag you

(( This is really beautifully done, and rich with culture, all things I’m looking forward to partaking in. <3 ))

"Quite the shame that men are once more trying to tear down a successful woman who has devoted her life to rebuilding a place destroyed by the same kind of men who do this now." The very aged Renilde of the Petra said the entire run-on sentence in one breath, begrudgingly. "Seem like it's just stupid A**nite games they're playing yet again... "Though, of course the church will not do anything to support a loyal vassal, let alone a woman accused of adultery! Why not accuse a woman of being a bad person or lousy leader? Why must you debase a woman in power by questioning what may or may not happen behind closed doors? If it were the King of Haense, no one would bat an eye." The grandmother to the realm pondered what to do next. First, a nap, most definitely.

"DEAR NORTH STAR COMPANY," Princess Mattea Asadha of the Petra printed her letter in a firm hand after urging her brothers to do the very same, the four of them sitting in a row together pondering their Krugsmas wishes. @Tremerus@YaBoyJay_@wardyn

bless the bean

“**** Oren,” said Renilde of the Petra, nodding sagely. ”**** the empire Aaun so wanted,” Sorrel Auclair huffed, and penned a letter to the head of the Numendian military, securing the correspondence with the seal of the Petran Lord Marshal.

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IGN: tillydactyl Discord: tillydactyl Full Name: Sorrel Tulpe Auclair Age: 40s idek Address: Auclair Residence, Vallagne Position Running For: Garmont Assembly

Renilde, from the restored halls of Courteis Hale, once burned down my disgruntled Aaunites, smiled at the well-constructed missive. “Petra prevails, like a phoenix from her ashes; Aaun, however, drowns themselves and their people in the cinders of their own creation,” lamented the two-time great grandmother to an infant Prince Therin, swaddled in her arms. “You will be a better king than that, the best the Heartlands will ever know.” @mothsthetic @Hom @Tremerus

“G*d in heaven, shut the f*** up. You think you’re brave for descending upon innocents of Chambery, whose city does not bear the security of walls? You think you’re clever because you threatened their lives, only to torment another?” Renilde stood at the flank of her great-granddaughter as she read the missive over her shoulder with a handheld magnifying glass. “You must write to the Tar, and let her know what truly happened, once the events are properly recounted by the victims,” told the old woman to the current generation, though there was no need - Adalia knew what to do. @mothsthetic

Renilde’s eyes widened from their sleepiness whilst reading the missive at bedtime - a time she relished so, to reflect on her accomplishments during the day and plan for the next. “Manon!” was all she said, a rejoicing hoot in the dim candlelight of her bedchambers, followed by a hearty chortle. Renilde loved that ageless woman deeply, remembering the years of her youth when it was just Manon who visited when she was so alone; only Manon who wrote and invited her to sup amid her own decades of reclusiveness following the devastating war. Only Manon who understood Renilde’s love for the ‘wrong’ Prince, and consoled her when all seemed to be going awry. Renilde hugged the missive to her bosom, as though embracing her friend through the very ink and papyrus which held her message to the world. Then, setting it aside, Renilde snuffed her candle, and went to sleep with a smile on her face.

“Haha, **** you, roaches of Varoche, and also **** you Louis Caspian, you goddamn ne’er do well, rebel prick.” The fellow excommunicant, Renilde of the Petra, despite her many acts in service to the realm, smiled a nasty grin. She was ready to meet them in Hell.

"How nice it is to be embraced by our Haensetian relatives. It is just as King Karl III wanted." The elderly Renilde of the Petra smiles to herself, and readied the saddle she'd been bequeathed upon the great Haeseni King's death - a man who'd not lived long enough to become her father-in-law, yet she loved as her own kin. @GMRO

"What an invidious thing to say, and then publish." Renilde tsked her tongue, reading the missive, then the letter her friend Sarah Arenin sent, not to urge the Hyspian state to go against the church, but to ask for help when dealing with an unfamiliar, and albeit unpredictable entity. "I hope she finds a better tutor - one that will teach her manners, and perhaps when to not speak. I fear, for a girl like this, it'd be often that she was told to shut her yapper." Renilde then forwarded a letter to her half-century friend, and one-time pen-pal Sarah Arenin, expressing further disgust for the unnecessary letter. @Lord_of_losers

THIS WAS STRAIGHT FIRE AND HONESTY

MC NAME: tillydactyl PERSONA NAME: Sorrel Auclair PERSONA AGE: 40 something WHERE DO YOU HAIL FROM?: THE PETRA

Lord Mayor | Sorrel Tulpe Auclair ✦•·······················•✦•·······················•✦ A GRAND JOUST ✦•·······················•✦•·······················•✦ Issued and Averred on this 14th day of Sun's Smile Atstana de Regne Petrère 137 ✦•············································································•✦•············································································•✦ LO UNTO ALL THE COMMONWEALTH, AND FAR BEYOND THE REACHES OF THE RIVER PETRA! In the spirit of celebration and chivalric honor, it is with great pleasure that we announce a Grand Joust, to be held in the humble Lists of Vallagne, an event of splendor and competition befitting the most dauntless of our realms. In honor of the forthcoming union of Queen Adalia I and her beloved, Mister Asad of the River Courts, we invite all knights, warriors, and champions from far and wide to participate in this most glorious of contests. The tilts shall be overseen by none other than the illustrious Lord Mayor Sorrel Tulpe Auclair and his radiant wife, Lady Chancellor Amélie Auclair. Their guidance and hospitality shall ensure a spectacle of valour, skill, and knightly prowess unmatched in the annals of our Commonwealth. Let it be known that this joust is not merely a precursor to the royal wedding, but a celebration of our shared triumphs and the dawning of a new era under the House of the Petra. It is a call to all who would honour their names and the glory of their lands. May the brave and bold take up their lances, and may the Lists of Vallagne bear witness to feats of arms that shall be sung of for generations to come. ✦•············································································•✦•············································································•✦ “ To the victors, the spoils of honour and renown; ” “ To the spectators, the joy of witnessing such heroic deeds. ” The joust shall commence on the appointed day, leading us into the sacred matrimony within the Abbey of St. Edmund, and culminating in a grand feast at Vallagne’s Palace. All who cherish the values of our Commonwealth are urged to attend, to feast, to drink, and to revel in the glory of our times. By the grace of Lord Mayor Sorrel Tulpe Auclair and Lady Chancellor Amélie Auclair, the Lists await your arrival. Let the trumpets sound, the banners fly, and the knights ready themselves for a tournament unlike any other! The victor of the tourney will be awarded a Mina prize, as well as the title of ‘The Commonwealth’s Lance’, and other spoils befitting of the List’s Victor, as well as runners-up. All are welcome to attend and bask in the pageantry of this royal celebration. Common folk and nobility alike shall bear witness to this historic event, uniting us all in commemoration of the marriage that joins The River to Sea. ✦•············································································•✦•············································································•✦ 1st Item | The Opening Ceremony ✦•·······················•✦•·······················•✦ ✦ The Royal Procession & Opening Remarks. ✦ 2nd Item | Preliminary Tilts ✦•·······················•✦•·······················•✦ ✦ The Host of Knights & Kindred Enter... ✦ 3rd Item | Championship Joust ✦•·······················•✦•·······················•✦ ✦ … whence only one, emerges Champion. ✦ 4th Item | Awards Ceremony ✦•·······················•✦•·······················•✦ ✦ And to the Victors, Go The Spoils. ✦ ✦•············································································•✦•············································································•✦ May the best contestant triumph, and may our realm flourish under the blessed union of our Queen and Prince-Consort! Add yourself to the roster by filling out the form included: ✦ BY OUR HAND & SEAL ✦•············································································•✦•············································································•✦ THE POPULAR, Sorrel Tulpe Auclair, Lord-Maire of Vallagne, Sword of Saint Emma, Maître of Maison d’Auclair HER EXCELLENCY, Dame Amélie Auclair, Lady-Chancellor of the Commonwealth, Knight of the Pétrine Laurel, Ordained Vicar of the Silver Crusade, Holy Knight of the Faith, Maîtresse of Maison d’Auclair, ‘The Guiding Star’ ✦•············································································•✦•············································································•✦

Renilde of the Petra couldn’t help but laugh, stifling the unholy giggle with a hand over her mouth. “Deserved,” she’d say, her father’s voice ringing in her ears. Was it time? Was he calling her home?

"An anonymous author? Words that incite strife and sow distrust? Where have I seen this before…" Murmured an ageless Queen-Emeritus. "I hope the Aaunites continue to reap what they sow: rot to the very core." Together, with the help of the selfless Petran lords, Friedrich von Augusten and Adrian Tobias, did they plan the expansion of the Courteis Hale gardens. Perhaps the addition of a greenhouse! @DuhPuhWuh@Nectorist

“But I am too old for politicking?” Renilde of the Petra, nearing the age of 110, scoffed with disgust for the patriarchy.

“Peace, recruitment, rebuilding, and preparation,” said an elder within the Petran walls, completely expecting Aaun not to exist in the next decade, or to be put down once the mandated peace had been outlasted.

renilde was relieved not to see the petran coat of arms affixed to the head of one of the many spidermen