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– CONDEMNING BOUNTIES on NUNS – Issued and averred by Her Majesty RENILDE THE FIRST in the year of our Lord 1939 BY THE ORDER OF HER MAJESTY, RENILDE I OF THE PETRA, The recent bounties on all nuns of the land is hereby condemned. Any within the Petra that acts on such bounties shall be treated as a criminal acting against the church. These bounties are not to stand, and hold no legal authority within the Commonwealth, nor were they ordered by the Crown or the Petran Government. It seems that I must remind those of Aevos of our duty to the Church, and the standing that they hold. While these reports of poisonings are concerning, there is no reason to blame the whole of the Sisters of Canondom, condemn them all to death, or accuse every nun of assault on innocents. These concerns should be brought directly to the Church, or the governments where the incidents occur so that their respective leaders may confer with the Church to investigate the incidents and decide on a course of action together. This will be investigated and dealt with through proper channels, Petra shall not sit idly while our citizens are poisoned and attacked, but vagabonds being sent to slaughter all nuns is not a just course of action. Bounty hunters beware, this bounty is hereby condemned. All that kill a nun in reaction to this bounty will be tried for MURDER. BY MY CROWN AND FOR MY PEOPLE, Her Majesty, RENILDE I Queen of the Commonwealth of the Petra

Disbelieving the words before her very eyes, the Queen of the Petra rushed to le Orateur's office, where a righteous response was tactfully penned.

"The Theonuses are just exemplary citizens and Peers to our realm," The Queen of the Petra mused over coffee and brandy with her best pal Sir Laurens Halcourt, casting a sly smile at him over the rim of her cup. "... Anyway, how's Artois and Brasca doing?" @Chorale__

"My poor girl," the Queen of advanced age sat at Winifred's bedside day and night, holding her hand, and murmuring fervent prayers in an attempt to revive her heir.

The letter is returned posthaste to Sir Philip Tiberian of Stassion, it being delivered by a young blond man who expected compensation for his deed - and wouldn't relinquish the letter until he was paid as such! The letter was much less formal than the noble knight's, yet held an air of familiarity befitting a good friend more than a former colleague. Sir Philip, Though your time on my River Council was far too brief, the impact you made in kickstarting the Riverguard was a tremendous. You left the military in good hands, and not a complaint has been said about the way you departed; the office was neat and the paperwork was done and filed. I thank you for your commendations, them being incredibly humbling each time I think of what I've overcome in this life, and during my reign. I hope to see you again soon, my friend. Be sure to venture out of that castle atop Fredericksburg every now and again to visit your old friend Renilde. You've my respect for life. Signed, HRM, Renilde I of the Petra

THE WALK TO THE SEA On the 8th of Owyn’s Flame, in the year Our Lord 1937 By the UNITY OF MIND of the GOVERNMENT in PETRA, serving always CHIVALRY, LIBERTY and JUSTICE, the ARCHDUCHESS does affirm this MISSIVE under the ALDTREE Concerning THE SOUTHERN PILGRIMAGE of 1937 TO THE CITIZENS OF THE PETRA, I write this to you today not in my capacity as Archduchess, but as a child of GOD. A sinner who has led a flawed life, one full of regret and strife. It is no secret that I am a flawed woman, and that I have made many mistakes over the years. I inherited the title of Archduchess when I had just barely celebrated my thirteenth summer. The responsibility laden upon me at such an early age and the frivolities of my youth led me into sin. It is for those past mistakes that I have sought penance from the Holy Mother Church, that I might receive a renewed mandate and be reborn as the ruler of a proud and prosperous realm. And thus, at the behest of the Holy Mother Church, I walked to the sea. Clothed in rags and bearing a metallic ball symbolic of my spiritual burden, I traveled on pilgrimage from Vallagne to the southern coast that I might seek my redemption, to wash away the mistakes of the past to be reborn anew under the watchful gaze of my people. You too have walked with me, watching as I humbled myself in the sight of GOD and became one with the mud of the earth from which we came. For as I am a servant unto GOD, I am also a servant unto the Commonwealth and unto my people. What we have built over the last decade, we have built together with common purpose. While a gazelle may be able to run from the moment it is born, the sons and daughters of Horen must first learn how to walk. The Petran people have overcome the odds to arise from the ashes of the Phoenix Cycle and build something new for ourselves. We have risen from the calamity of the Petran Civil War to become a bastion of prosperity in the Meadowlands, and a pillar of stability within the Heartlands. Now born again, I shall take up the mantle of Queen of the Petra as I rise from these waters. I will be anointed as such by our Holy Father, the High Pontiff, to reflect our growth as both a realm and as a people. Like a shepherd, I shall defend them. And like a lioness, I shall provide for them. I shall carry Owyn’s Flame in my heart and support the Holy Mother Church when called to do so, in word, in deed, and if need be by the sword as GOD commands me. This road has been long, but it is not yet over. I look forward to walking this path for many years to come, hand in hand with the people of the Commonwealth. O SAINTE RÈGNE PETRÉRE HER ROYAL MAJESTY, Renilde I, by the Grace of GOD, Queen of the Petra, Marquise de Val d’Estenou, Countess of Temesch and Moere, Baroness of Garmont, Valfleur, Vallagne-en-Petra, and of the Phoenixspire, Protector of the Meadows, Defender of Liberty

can you believe the ferrymen made the MRP rules

"That's my kid!" Renilde rang the bell at the top of the Furnestock Hale to signal the joyous news to the masses!

“I fuckin’ hate those assholes. All the idiots of Gwendel’s brood know nothing about how to traverse this world with an inch of decency. Kill them and be done, for it will be better for everyone else in this life.” The Archduchess of the Petra licked her finger, shaking her head and flipping to the next missive in her stack for the day.

"Ah, yes, the kid forgot to mention her 'Tio's' willingness to disseminate threats to leaders of prosperous nations on behalf of dead, useless, idiotic princes of irrelevant schism states who do nothing but perpetuate their own importance from the least-human corner of this side of Aevos," the aging Archduchess could go on, and probably did, over hot tea with Sir Laurens. @Chorale__

"I KNEW SHE COULD DO IT! YOU GO, COUSIN!" Renilde contacted the Vallagne's locksmith for a new key of the city to be forged.

“These statistics are very interesting…” The Archduchess went over the results of the votes with the Theonus lady, Kirsa, enchanted by the outcome of the race for a seat on her Round Table.

“Lurin is very mellow; I enjoy that about them.” Renilde signs the document with her own signature, and passes it back to her Vice Chanzlé to complete the publication of the pact. “Thank you, Sir Nicolas!” @Etow

“This girl is so brave,” told Renilde those at the Grand Bureau meeting as they discussed the legitimacy of Estrid’s forming of her house.

Renilde felt a swell of pride in her chest, knowing she’d caused the entire debacle across Canondom, yet for the right reasons. “It is only right. It is the only way for the pact to be binding - legally!” Renilde smiles from her lounge in the Citadel over dinner with her children Winifred and Paul, and looked forward to being present at the swearing of both the King of Haense and Duke of Adria.

"My head is pounding." Renilde cried into a tissue.

Renilde made her way from the gorgeous tower of Aaun, one with too many staircases, and pondered her role in the day's making of history. Astride her steed with her entourage at her flanks, she thought deeply of that the intentions were of both the Haeseni king and Adria's duke. "Both men sent in their wives to take the oaths in their stead," she said to her children, Paul and Winifred, who rode on either side of their mother, "yet, I hope they do not use that as a loophole to wage another conflict upon their princely brethren. This is quite worrisome. And then, the King in Haense wouldn't even allow his wife to sign the document even though she took the oath?" Renilde wound the reins of her horse around her fist one more loop, and kicked the sides of her horse to carry on forward in solitude while her children mused on the topic, deep in her own contemplation. "This isn't right," she'd've said for the umpteenth time that day, seriously considering the legal validity of the document despite its pure intention.

"Real." Renilde bobbed her head after a nice long discussion with a genderless person and their child, as well as a surprise-visit from the King of Norland and his diplomat who'd worked tirelessly with the Archduchess to create the perfect document. "These folks are swell."

Reading the missive, the Archduchess of the Petra would send a letter to leader of the Order of St. Tylos, requesting that all information regarding dark magicians be tendered directly to she, herself, in order for the capable members of the Riverguard to be deployed to investigate such matters.

“Woo hoo! Welcome to the Meadowlands!” Renilde hollered from the bannister.

We fricken love you Frog :) I’m glad everything is looking up for you and will definitely miss your presence in VC and in game. Best of luck with it all my dude!!!

“Hey everyone, this is gonna be fun!” Announced an excitable young woman with green eyes and a devotion to one Dame Justine of the River Court.

"Ooooh, look at this girl! She's got the job, she's got the man, she just needs the house now." Renilde smiles the Sun's smile.

Her Most Serene Grace Renilde I of the Petra distinguishes Alaris An'asul as the Sovereign's Delegate.