The Vintner

[Heff 2460]

 

 

 

They came every so often. The days of fine, warming sun; piercing through the usual damp and grey weather, this day’s sun was alike those. On this day, after sitting down and itching his quill upon parchment, the white robed man decided to embark into his vineyard. His fingers ached, the several rings of his station and prestige weighing heavily upon his hand. He descended from his chamber, the great scenes of Faith plastered upon his walls.

 

He passed The Battle of Holofernes, a piece by the Ratti artist, depicting the final battles of the Tarchary Crusades. Bl. Vytenis and Bl. Baldwin rode upon onyx warhorses, in similarly fashioned garb, while Polycarp hoisted a cross in the air. Their glorious lives, captured still upon the stones.

 

He passed the Fernandian Passion, a piece by a Gradic artist of little renown, depicting the final moments of Bl. Lucien III in which he was thrown from his horse and made fiery duel with the orcish menace Erik the Azog, where the blade of Bl. Vytenis caught flame and wounded the beast. 

 

He passed the supposed skull of Clement I, a gift from his former foe, his former friend, Abram the Vsenki. For years, they had made battle both of wits, of quill, and in the rebellion of the Rutherns through sword. At the holy site of Ponce, Abram had given up his bride and kissed the ring. Beside the relic, sat a shattered crown… of the Schism’s past patriarch. 

 

The great doors to Vyforde swung open and the balding vintner, his hair once a fierce blonde, descended into the grapes. Here, he selected a plump and purple grape. “Like the Dragon,” he suggested to nobody in particular. And popped it into his mouth. “No.” He continued his walk, trying to select a nice vine to munch upon. A serving boy walked to him, “Your Holiness, the merchants from Adelaid plan to come this eve to select their casks.” The vintner stopped, surveying the boy. 

 

“When they arrive, bring them into the vineyard.” 

 

Walking down the line of leaf and grape, the vintner found a patch of wonderfully colored grapes. He selected one, taking for a brief moment to recollect his childhood. Born of a Aeldenic noblewoman and his father, then an adventurous crow, he dreamed of coming to this land. And later, dreamed of spreading God’s word. He lifted the grape to his mouth. 

 

Pop… 

Plop. 

 

The vintner fell to the ground, coiling and choking violently. The large grape sat lodged in his passageways, the life flew from him. His crown tossed into the bushes beside him, his ringed hand crushing a collection of grapes. A calculated, fierce man. An adventurer, a priest, a Sarkozic, a vintner, a Pontiff. Clement II had died. 

[OzYmandi 647]

Piotr Kushkov, hearing of this, signs the cross on his chest, letting out a sigh "Why does life take away the dearest people? May GOD have his soul..." he mutters in his office, standing and putting on his new black robe, walking off to the chapel.

[Balthasar 2497]

"Silly way to die" remarks Siegmeyer of Cepa

[Thatpyrodude 2008]

Lucien V rubs his hands together, a wide smirk on his face "The man had me thrown in chains... Mayhaps now is the time for me to reclaim my Pontificate, now that the snakes sleep for good"

[LordCommander 163]

High Warpriest Cathal is overseeing construction of his War Temple, leading the Daelish in the construction of such a mighty temple. However one of his newer converts runs towards him with news of the event. Cathal casually blinks "Well....****." There is a pause as he takes it in "How did he died?" after being told, he would speak again "That is a failure's death, let us hope the next Pontiff is made of stronger stuff, else the church will fall beneath its bloated weight." before returning quickly to construction.

[ArcticPingu 31]

Upon hearing the news, Holy Ser Edward Bronislav I would cross himself thrice muttering quietly "Let his soul be taken to the Seven Skies...." 

[Piov 2643]

Josef offers a prayer filled with much grief as he learns of the death of the High Pontiff, Clement II. "Requiescat in Pace.." he signs the cross of Lorraine.

[gandalfo 1452]

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

 

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