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Renilde filed the legend with a satisfied smile, thinking about the woman who’d had the biggest impact on her own life - the woman who did not give up on her or their shared vision of a whole Heartlands: Dame Catherine of Furnestock. “You are the reason we are here - I will make sure you are never forgotten.” A copy of the legend was laid out in the foyer of the Petran palace which featured a mural of Saint Emma and the Commonwealth’s most prominent historical figures. Specifically, upon the lectern in front of the one and only Dame Catherine’s statue. Renilde brushed the stone shoulder of her departed mentor, said a silent prayer, and went for a sit in the adjacent garden dedicated to her late son, Sixtus IV. (( based Andrew tech world building. I love your imagination. classic. Love you Andrew ))

(( Nobody has any idea how happy it makes me to see nectorist Petra posting ))

“Absolutely SCATHING!” Cried one Margrethe Bertha from the depths of the up-and-coming Barony of Hrenthorne.

Username: tillydactyl Persona Name: Renilde of the Petra Persona Age: like 89 Place of Residence / Street Address: Courteis Hale, Solland Seat you are running for (ex. The People's seat of Val de Lagne): Solland

And they say I’M a risk to the server staff smfh

"I love that this man was the one to post it." A fist was thrust in the air to celebrate one Father David's contributions as the Orateur of the Garmont Assembly.

“I declare myself to be in the running for the role of OVERLORD - Overlady? - with King Cyris as my consort.” Renilde stated with a chuckle, forwarding the missive to her halfling counterpart.

“Send these to your parents,” Renilde told her pupils individually at their lessons. “And pack your bags! The academy has just broken ground!” @TwistedFries@acronius_

“I’ll bring the marshmallows.” Renilde slaves over the stove to make the perfect treat for the giant bonfire.

Don’t forget the one that is a step after thriving: Poppin’. Specifically for Petra. PETRA POPPIN’, NEVER STOPPIN’.

“Epic Cyris take.” Renilde sharpens her crayons to scribble a letter to the King of the Petra.

“You aren’t the Pontiff…” The Queen-Emeritus sounded very confused as to why a no-one would be addressing such a delicate matter as though he had the authority.

Renilde keeps an eye out for bigots on the main streets of Petra.

See you in a month petschy my friend <3

“Man is finally freed.” Sang Renilde in a smoky tenor voice, somber.

“GRANDPAPY NOOOO!” Renilde of the Petra wept openly for her dear and departed grandfather.

"Av," the former Queen of the Petra stood tall after reading the lengthy missive, mind overtaken by all of the battles where the coalition had triumphed, and moments where the Covenant had failed - yet learned from. Unbeknownst to the elder Renilde, tears had begun to stain her cheeks, and relief coursed through her body as though a lead apron had been lifted from her shoulders. She was proud of what all the nations had accomplished as a singular entity, and even more so of the loyal Petrans, who'd all come together, no questions asked, to defend their homes and their Queens' honor - both the former and the new Queen. "This is finally over," Renilde told Catherine after she'd left in a tizzy to find her granddaughter, still weeping gleefully. The older ginger clung to the young Queen, and murmured over and over again, "It's over, it's over, the gates are open, it's over!", while prancing around in a circle, perhaps a bit childishly.

“Temesch on top,” she told her blind cousin of sorts.

“Finally.” Renilde Helena Temesch finally breathes a sigh of relief, the burden of being shackled by the Novellen curses and their mistakes being a weight off her shoulders.

“So, are we still marching?” Renilde asked of her granddaughter and her council as the day of the battle drew nearer. @Zaerie

"Oh BOY." Renilde polishes her chestplate.

BRO WTF This WAS SO NICE. and it has always been the goal to be somewhere for anyone. <3 thank you for saying this.

here i am clicking this bait so fast so that i could see petra was in the top three. shame on you. i love petra. every day.

"Another march from Petra! This time from the sorcerous Hohkmati city. This certainly won't go well for them." Renilde hyecked from her seat at the fireplace.

"What did you expect?" Renilde saw the missive, and shook her head with a mirthful grin. "This vassal was once Norland's, once Petra's, and once Urguan's; each rendition of Redclyf has promised ire to their former liege lords who casted them out for their treacherous behavior. Each time, they've gotten weaker, and yet more complacent... At least the orcs might do something about it, bloodthirsty as they are."