A Writ of Excommunication

[argonian 14254]

"Huh, wasn't expecting Caesaropapism to make a comeback."

[Man of Respect 5471]

Approaches the church men

"How am latz doing? Mi need a group ob profezzional azzazzinz tu flat dum empereor, agh latz am duh bub'hozhezt for diz wurk." finishes with a wink and rides away into the night

 

[Vege 4804]

shocking

breathtaking

the scandal of the decade

[Tornaedo 1249]

"I am personally disgusted with my families actions as well as the churches.... They will be seeing my leave soon enough from the church." states Dorian

[TankM1A2 840]

3 hours ago, Ended said:

"I feel it won't end well my friend." Viktor would respond to Galahad

"Can't wait to see how this goes." Henrik would pop up in between the two of them, throwing his arms around their shoulders.

[Gridlock 1033]

"And now it begins." Says Deryk.

[Gallic 1066]

An old Druid from wayy out in the middle of nowhere is apparently the only one who appreciates this Writ, nodding in satisfaction. He proceeds to write up some fanmail for the pope High Pontiff:

 

"Your Holiness, it is of great grief to me that there are so many who claim to act in God's name but refuse to uphold his tenets or even learn of the name that they wave around. Oren's powerful have proven time and time again that they do not act in the Creator's interest, but to suit their own vain ideals. They deserve excommunication.

 

If need be, I am willing to aid you in what may come from your writ. If nothing else, then as a friend of yours, and a friend of the Church.

 

-Solace"

[Zebanamana 410]

Dangling from the boughs of a great Redwood, Klaus Burkhart reads through the Writ of Excommunication. He groans like a rusted saw caught in damp lumber and claws at the ropes holding him above the branches he cut through. There was a perpetual ache that followed him. His joints were not meant to last forever, but thoughts of slowing down even as he aged never crossed Klaus's mind. 

 

He pulled himself up, one calloused hand at a time; legs dangling in their harness contributing nothing to the climb. 

 

Oren has become weak, Klaus thought as he heaved himself onto a solid branch by which he could stand. His hand went to his forehead, and he gazed out far past the dips of mountain valleys to the faint pillars of smoke that was borne from Johannesburg. The Emperor and the High Pontiff had become divorced in ideology; the Emperor was Excommunicated for sinning and complacency to murder, but the High Pontiff drew from unprecedented causes and weak justifications.

 

Klaus huffed and pounded a fist against his bare chest. 

 

"Zhe people of Orenia have fallen from zheir faith, and zhe faith has fallen from Gott." Klaus's hands balled into fists at his waist. With his chest puffed out proudly and his muscles glimmering in the fading day light, Klaus Burkhart flexed. "Zhe people of Orenia need me."

 

 

Klaus Burkhart has formed the Lumberman Heresy