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101 | Astana de Régne Petrére MUSIC: LYRICS: O’ Sweet Esmerelda, With hair all lined with flowers, I met you in the tavern, And we talked for many hours. How tender was her melody, Her song could make a grown man weep, When you had to go, A part of my soul did die. You said "don’t fear, boy, we’ll meet again, I’ll buy you drinks and surely then You’ll get to spy my smile all night, And we’ll talk till the sun gives light." But until then… O’ Sweet Esmerelda, With hair all lined with flowers, I met you in the tavern, And we talked for many hours. Pleasing was her voice to me A warmth is so enveloping When you had to go, A part of my soul did die. I said "I’ll wait Till we meet again, You’ll buy me drinks and surely then I’ll get to spy your smile All night. We’ll talk till the sun gives light." But until then… O’ Sweet Esmerelda, O’ Sweet Esmerelda, O’ Sweet Esmerelda, We talked for many hours. O’ Sweet Esmerelda, O’ Sweet Esmerelda, O’ Sweet Esmerelda, I’ll wait in the tavern for you. SIGNED, HIS LORDSHIP, Sir Marius ‘Wordsmith’ Lovetts, Baron of Hrenthorne, Poet Laureate of The Petra, Knight of the Petrine Laurel, Keeper of Fyreswake, Protector of the Drakewood HER LADYSHIP, Emeline Josephine Barclay

Sir Marius dipped his head to his old friend. "You served the Kingdom well, my friend. You should enjoy your retirement."

Marius Lovetts smiled. "Good for Emeline. It would be nice to meet my protege once more... we have many things to work on."

– PETRAN CODEX – Issued and averred by Her Majesty Astana de Régne Petrére 110 HOUSE von THEONUS Founder Dietrich von Theonus Culture and History The House of Theonus was founded by Dietrich von Theonus in 1796, originating from Waldenian refugees from Haense. Coalescing around the young Dietrich, the family’s early history is intertwined with that of the Icathian Company. During the reigns of King Halvar and Sven II of Norland, many Theonus in the employ of the Icathian Company found themselves serving as royal guards before finding employment elsewhere across Almaris. Under the banner of the Icathian Company, they found themselves in a number of realms, including the Jade State of Yong Ping, acting as soldiers in her employ in defense from the Mettinian Company in Talon’s Port. Over time, the House has found itself in different countries, picking up different traditions from each place. Members of Note Karl ‘The Great’, First Viscount of Marignan Godric von Theonus, First Margrave of Marignan HOUSE ADILER Founder Orion Adiler Culture and History The Adilers honor the belief and culture of the stars of Andria; a star has been placed on the family’s banner and uniforms, along with hosting an event of thanksgiving every ten years to show their devotion to this belief. The family upholds physical traits that represent them, such as their clothing, which is an arrangement of flowing white, gold, and red silks, along with jewelry, such as delicate chains around the body, earrings, bracelets, and rings. Once an Adiler comes of age, they receive a tattoo of the family’s crest and a custom dagger crafted by the head of the house. Main Members Xavier Adiler, Head of the House Ponce Adiler, Consort to Xavier Adiler Azrael Adiler, Heir to the House HOUSE TEMESCH ET MARTIEL Founder Charles Temesch Culture and History House Temesch et Resmore was established early near the founding of the Commonwealth, splitting away from the senior line of Temesch which had gone on to become the House of the Petra. The exact date the House was formed is unknown though it is said to be near the founding of the Commonwealth. The House prides itself on being one of the longest-standing noble houses of the Commonwealth. The house’s time in the Commonwealth on Aevos so far has resulted in the funding of expansion of the Commonwealth and production of two Garmont Speakers Main Members Adrian Godfrey Temesch - Viscount of Mies Wilhelmina Emma - Viscountess of Mies Renault Marcellus - Heir to Mies HOUSE von AUGUSTEN Founder Cosima Monika von Augusten Culture and History House von Augusten was established following years of dynastic contention between the Petrine and Aaunite branches of House d'Azor. Taking place in 1898, the Summit of Karosgrad formalized the split, which disallowed the Aaunic branch's claim to the Azor title. This branch was a fusion of Haeseni Waldenian and Orenian Heartlander cultures led by matriarch Cosima Monika von Augusten, born Bishop, and her consort; Peter Leopold von Augusten, the agnatic heir of House d'Azor. Since then, the House has grown in The house has always dedicated itself to the education of its members. Since then, the house has sworn to serve Petra. Main Members Friedrich Hans von Augusten - Viscount of Azor Theodosya Nataliya von Augusten - Viscountess-consort of Azor HOUSE REINHOLD Founders Sir Wilford Reinhold, Sir Atticus Reinhold Culture and History House Reinhold is the most recent of the Commonwealth’s noble peers, co-founded by Wilford and Atticus Reinhold in the year 1950. Though the mix of friends, family and business partners that have been united under Raonòir vary greatly in their culture, the name of Reinhold is Agnethe in origin. Thus, the house carries forward several Agnethe traditions, as well as striving to preserve the Agnesa language. House Reinhold prides itself on upholding the Petran values of chivalry and charity, encouraging its members to find ways to better their community at every turn. It remains at the heart of the Commonwealth’s capital city to further this purpose. Main Members Sir Wilford Reinhold - Baron of Raonòir Sir Atticus Reinhold - Baron of Raonòir Lady Angelina Aimery Reinhold - Lady of Raonòir Lady Adelyn Isla Reinhold - Heir to Raonòir HOUSE LOVETTS Founders Sir Marius Lovetts Culture and History House Lovetts is the latest family to be granted nobility. Before Lovetts was granted this status, he served as both a Knight of the Realm and was an elected member of the Garmont. Speechcraft and Knightship are foundational components of the house. Marius Lovetts was granted a barony in 1959. With the House Motto, “We are those who look eastward to the rising of the sun,” Lovetts seeks to always look forward and strive for excellence. The colors of Crimson and White display a house of strength and new beginnings. Main Members Sir Marius Lovetts - Baron of Hrenthorne Ellsi Lovetts - Baroness Hrenthorne Margrethe Lovetts - Heir to Hrenthorne HER MAJESTY, Catherine I Queen of the Commonwealth of the Petra, By the Grace of GOD, Queen of the Commonwealth of the Petra, Marquise de Val d’Estenou, Countess of Temesch and Moere, Baroness of Garmont, Valfleur, Vallagne-en-Petra, Brasca, and of the Phoenixspire, Protector of the Meadows, Defender of Liberty HER EXCELLENCY, Thérèse Amorie von Theonus Chancellor of the Commonwealth of the Petra, Deputy Defender of Liberty HIS LORDSHIP, SIR Marius ‘Wordsmith’ Lovetts, Appurtenant to the Chancellor, Baron of Hrenthorne, Poet the Laureate of Petra, Knight of the Petrine Laurel, Protector of the Drakewood, Keeper of Fyreswake, Patriarch of House Lovetts, and Poet of Man.

The Wanderer looked up to the Mountain upon which he continued his steadfast Prayer. His journey was halted however, by a man shouting at the corner for the latest article. In interest, he took to it... and by the words he saw the Surrending of an Uprising and the Fall of Canondom. He wept for the world, yet the world did not care for his pained tears. He had long since rejected the foundations of the Church as corrupted, though perhaps, the hearts of men could no longer be redeemed. The Wanderer left the article behind and retreated back up onto the mountain, more determined in his prayer more than anything.

1964 COVENANT BANNERS See the banners raise to fly, so high, so high See the banners raise to fly, so high, so high See the banners raise so high, they blacken and blot out the sky, The banners raised to fly, fly. The army marching out the gates, to war, to war, The army marching out the gates, to war, to war, The armies marching off to war, their songs like a ferocious roar, The armies off to war, war. All the warriors take the field, prepared, prepared. All the warriors take the field, prepared, prepared. All the warriors stand prepared, taking in the dense, stale air, The Warriors stand prepared, prepared. Soldiers sprinting in the charge, with zeal, with zeal, Soldiers sprinting in the charge, with zeal, with zeal, The Soldiers near the enemies’ steel, hero or coward it shall reveal, The Soldiers meet their steel, steel. The metals scrap as weapons meet, a mighty clash. The metals scrap as weapons meet, a mighty clash They stand their ground, holding fast; the dirt is mixed with blood and ash, Swords maintain their clash, clash. Yet we see the banner raised to fly so high. We see our banner raised to fly so high. We see our banner raised to fly, despite the many men that died, We hold our banners high. --- WE'RE MARCHING Armored warriors marchin' all through the silent night For not Glory nor for honor is the reason they will fight Rather duty to protect their people is why they show their might. To protect their way of life. Glory, glory, what a noble way to die, Glory, glory, what a noble way to die, Glory, glory, what a noble way to die, They shall not falter now! Mighty steeds on which they ride hold firmly to the line, Men girded in their slick armor, with courage as their guide The sun will rise upon the field to mark the coming tide They make their people proud. Glory, glory, what a noble way to die, Glory, glory, what a noble way to die, Glory, glory, what a noble way to die, They shall not falter now! They march with courage and with faith, no matter what shall be. God's will be done in power, his promise is victory. No evil force shall stand against, ever eternally. Their fight stands with the Lord. Glory, glory, what a noble way to die, Glory, glory, what a noble way to die, Glory, glory, what a noble way to die, They shall not falter now! The clash of steel, the roar of drums, they fight with all their soul, While soldiers fall and men they die, no death can change their goal, And even though the heavy loss has now taken its toll, Never shall they quit! Glory, glory, what a noble way to die, Glory, glory, what a noble way to die, Glory, glory, what a noble way to die, They shall not falter now! They shall not falter now! They shall not falter now! --- THERE N' BACK Siggy, grab your sword Grab your sword, grab your sword Move to the field To the field, to the field The battles calling you and me To give the nation what it needs, Go now, come our way Do not stop, no delay Go make father proud Fall in the winner's crowd Tell your mother not to freight Be proud hes facing the threat Send the Knights, Send the Knights Send the Lord and the Sir, tarry ne’er. All the armies are coming The armies are coming Drums are thump thumping here and there So prepare, say a prayer Send the Lord and the Sir, tarry ne’er. We'll be there; you don’t have to fear. And we won't come back till it's over, over there Siggy, grab your sword Grab your sword, grab your sword Siggy show that hoard, We shall not be ignored Raise our flag and raise her high, See our banner put to fly Keep your weapon close And always do the most Men now to the front From sergeants to the grunts Go and make your father proud, Show them you will stand unbowed Send the Knights, Send the Knights Send the Lord and the Sir, tarry ne’er. All the armies are coming The armies are coming Drums are thump thumping here and there So prepare, say a prayer Send the Lord and the Sir, tarry ne’er. We'll be there; you don’t have to fear. And we won't come back till it's over, over there --- WERE A LONG WAY FROM LADY PETRA Down from mighty Vallagne. Came the Petran Knights one day. With their Steeds and armored plate. Formitable, they say. Singing songs of beaten Stassies foes and Dusco’s fall, Till Conrad got excited, From his mouth irrupts a song. We’re a long way from Lady Petra, And we’ve long way to go. We’re a long way from Lady Petra To the sweetest home I know! Goodbye, O’ my Lovely, We’ll keep you safe from here! We’re a long way from Lady Petra, My heart's still with her. As we marched with banners And sang with all our might , We could see Veletz before us, They Tremble at the sight. With our drums and trumpeters, Its stirred quite a fright. We Remember all the reasons, That we’ve come to fight! We’re a long way from Lady Petra, And we’ve long way to go. We’re a long way from Lady Petra To the sweetest home I know! Goodbye, O’ my Lovely, We’ll keep you safe from here! We’re a long way from Lady Petra, My heart's still with her. For my Country and my Queen I would choose to die. And in the Seven Skies I’ll raise my banner just as high But until my sword won’t swing. I promise you, my dear! With my blood, my sweat, my tears, I’ll be your cavalier! We’re a long way from Lady Petra, And we’ve long way to go. We’re a long way from Lady Petra To the sweetest home I know! Goodbye, O’ my Lovely, We’ll keep you safe from here! We’re a long way from Lady Petra, My heart's still with her --- SIGNED, THE NOBLE, Sir Marius ‘Wordsmith’ Lovetts, Appurtenant to the Chancellor, Baron of Hrenthorne, Poet Laureate of the Petra, Knight of the Petrine Laurel, Protector of the Drakewood, Keeper of Fyreswake, Patriarch of House Lovetts, and Poet of Man.

1962 "We are those who look eastward." When at last the talking ceased, When red sun over horizon peeked, Then at last with sweat’d brows, This peace duely endowed. Signed behind old blood, Holy light to judge. Quills with blackest ink, Recoiling from the brink. Fire’s ire burns, Driven by the spurned, Yet hope was had today. Prices finally payed. Hark, Peace’s aid, No longer men dismayed. Dawn appears renewed. Hostility at last subdued. Send forth heads to rest, Return to home and bed, For Aevos has it’s peace, Man is finally freed. SIGNED, THE NOBLE, Sir Marius ‘Wordsmith’ Lovetts, Appurtenant to the Chancellor, Baron of Hrenthorne, Poet Laureate of the Petra, Knight of the Petrine Laurel, Protector of the Drakewood, Keeper of Fyreswake, Patriarch of House Lovetts, and Poet of Man.

“Excellent” Declared a poet from Petra. “Surely this must be the greatest Generation of Bards that Aevos and the rest of mankind has seen!”

"Okay" Says a poet to himself before going on with his day.

\8th of Tobias’ Bounty, 1961 “We are those who look Eastward.” Your Pride stands before your Pain, Sons and Daughters lost to hurt and shame. So how long before you choose to yield? Before you set down your foolish ideals? Instead you took to that place of battle, You come to be slaughtered like cattle. You got trapped by our claws, You got bit by our fierce maw. You fell to our swords and spears, Men fell because of hesitation and fear. The forest around us washed red, Spilled blood of the dying and the dead. You should have chosen peace, Now we have kicked you to your knees. Why do you still refuse to yield? When you are dominated on the field. SIGNED, THE NOBLE, Sir Marius ‘Wordsmith’ Lovetts, Appurtenant to the Chancellor, Baron of Hrenthorne, Poet Laureate of the Petra, Knight of the Petrine Laurel, Protector of the Drakewood, Keeper of Fyreswake, Patriarch of House Lovetts, and Poet of Man.

“Too many ‘A’ houses… Amador, Arkent, Augusten… they blend together for me.” Declares a Haenish Peasant.

Sebastien tapped his sword against the training block. He was getting too old to fight, now… so he simply just surveyed. “Drusco falls once more…” The While Sun looked out across the landscape. Whilst he believed this battle should have happened, he could not help but feel a small pit of despair dwell within him. “Savoyards are fighting Savoyards…”

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20th of Tobias’ Bounty, 1960 “We are those who look Eastward.” You have drank the Salt Water, Now you only thirst for more. You are never to be satisfied, Yet are met with closed doors. Our armies blanketed the cliffside, Cannons lined up by the Blackstone. We have all come to march, Upon that land named, Drusco. You may annoy us with raids, Climb our walls and attack, But you shall lose this here, You lack the proper tact. Surely Sir Gaspard is quaking, As his vassals fall like dominoes. They have not the will to act, Freeze up like frightened does. When the horn’s blare resounded, Shook the morning mountain dew. Drums echoed off canyon walls, Finality, closer, drew. Smoke did fog up the air, And Iron whistled all around. The stones of the keep’s ramparts, Broke and plummeted to the ground. This destruction all around you, A reward for pride and desire. Our forces charged downward, Then across the valley’s river. Then when at last we banked, We faced a vertical endeavor. We surged up the mountainside, Deflecting horsemen and archers. They fell down that steep hill, They should have stayed within their cloisters. Now they have surely fallen ill, And it is us that it bolstered. So we breached the gaps, Bullying the enemy in their own walls. We surged throughout the castle, Through the rooms and the halls. We rooted out you Duscans, Ex-Stassies, Orcs, and Veletzers. We gutted the ruined structure, Of the demons and monsters. The day had risen on Drusco, And set on its rubble. To our Righteous Indignation You still have no rebuttal. SIGNED, THE NOBLE, Sir Marius ‘Wordsmith’ Lovetts, Appurtenant to the Chancellor, Baron of Hrenthorne, Poet Laureate of the Petra, Knight of the Petrine Laurel, Protector of the Drakewood, Keeper of Fyreswake, Patriarch of House Lovetts, and Poet of Man.

Borris Iver Kortrevich, the Poet of Jerovitz, smiled as he looked down from where he sat. He couldn't help but answer the man speaking to him. "I will watch with pride from above now, and on that day you will surely be named Valtakossar - It is his turn, a Kortrevich who has allowed the talents of his poetry to spread past the House and past Haense. It is my turn to watch these Historical moments unfold." @Phersades

Sebastien Ashford de Savoie clapped for the reclaiming of the titles they had gotten by absolutely demolishing the nation of Stassion. Sebastien, only son of the last Grand Prince of Savoy, Count of San Luciano, Peremont and Sarissa, and Baron of Brynnrose, propped his feet upon the table. He glanced to his son and grandson with a bright smile. "I believe you made a right choice moving to where you did. I like that man a lot." @Harald@Mykei

“He may be my enemy, but he is a true bard none-the-less, don’t you think Lord Poet Marshal?” Marius Lovetts said as he couldn’t help but tap his foot. @erictafoya

Love Julius so much!

Sebastien Ashford de Savoie cocked his head. "Hmmm, how... unfortunate. Let Dusco be destroyed and abandoned just like in Almaris."

"Two Nations in Two Saints Days... That must be a record." Ser Sebastien Ashford de Savoie said before coughing.

Marius Lovetts wrapped his daughter and placed her in the crib beside of the bed. He was exhausted and there was so much work to continue doing. Yet, he could do so because he loved where he was and the people he was around. He would do so to build a future for his family. "From Travellers to this... How Godan has a sense of Irony, El." @Jtit

"I am glad we got that eyesore out of the world" Marius smiled brightly, wiping off the blood from his armor. He then kicked his feet up as he hummed a tune to his latest poem. "A good day indeed."