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An Overdue Departure

The 5th of the Sun’s Smile, 1598

 

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[!] High Pontiff Emeritus Sixtus IV receiving his last rites before death.

 

    It seemed as if another day would pass as the High Pontiff Emeritus peered out his window from the small apartment allotted to him in St. Karlsburg. The sun’s radiance illuminated unhindered by the clouds. He sat pensive yet vigilant, anticipating as if something new would occur before his old eyes. He stood up, pacing the quarters of his chamber before going to his desk to write. He sat for many hours scribbling before expending his candle and leaving earlier than usual for a walk. He stroll outside the streets taking in the new life and the new atmosphere of the bustling city. The streets, he felt, were overwhelming with the business of merchants and the paroxysm of political rhetoric.

    Shortly thereafter, he went into the cathedral to pray and ponder, admiring the silence that contrasted the loudness and compelling arena of the city. He kneeled, breaking the limits of his frail joints to admire the rood  Cross of Lorraine hanging atop the altar. With eyes fixated, he muttered softly his own daily supplications, yet adding onto his own intentions, the intercession of the saints for the good of Canonist Unity that he for so long advocated. The old priest returned to his quarters, looking on at the quiet and empty tables and rooms shortly after walking. With eyes set, he struggled upstairs once more. By nightfall, after his own prayers and daily verses of the Holy Scroll of the Canon, he looked down in silence. The Pontiff Emeritus sat in contemplation as he had always done, pondering his own predicament. However, this night would seem different. As he laid back on his meager bed, he blew out the candle on the nightstand, closing his eyes, he whispered, “Alas, unity with God,” never to open them again…

 

Requiescat in pace.

Pontifiex Maximus Emeritus Xyxtus Quartus, MDLXVII-MDLXXVII

Benegar Gotthold, 1518-1598

High Pontiff Emeritus Sixtus the Fourth, 1567-1577

 
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Theodosius scolds Benegar as he finally makes his way in to the Skies, "You're late" he remarks with a faint smile.

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Theodosius I would remember the times he had with Benegar and wonder why Theodosius II would try to use the name Theodosius without the II's

 

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The now-aged hermit, Idelfonse Marchand who lives atop the mountains which separate Hansae with the old crownlands is oblivious to the Pontiff Emeritus' death as he paints icons of various saints in his mountain home.

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Philip offers the former pontiff a solemn smile as he eyes him entering the seven "One of the few worthy Pontiffs to serve in my lifetime, welcome home."

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"Two strong men o God ave fallen..." mutters Morgan lightly "May im rest well in da seven skois." he states signing the lorraine cross over his chest.

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Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

 

If you feel this is a mistake, please contact myself or any FM and we'll restore it. 

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