A Priest's Letter to Renatus

[frankdh 2418]

The first footsteps of a single man’s arrival to Axios forever echoes in the realm of Humanity. Over a saint’s years later, Aurelius Canonius’ shadow remains cast over the city of Helena. In remaining in this shadow, the heart of Renatus grew cold, and the sun can no longer reach it.

 

As I stand in the Golden City, the warm sunlight gracing everything it touches, like a mother’s warmth, I find myself gazing out beyond the wheatfields, towards the once proud Imperial city. I cannot help but wonder, as I stand here: Renatus, what future are you fighting for? 

The vassals who once swore to your forefathers have left you, as they yearn for a time before emptiness, numbness, apathy. They yearn again to hear the heartbeat of Humanity. You claim this is a Haense driven war, but all the same you forget it was King Sigmar Lothar Barbanov who was the very first to swear fealty to Emperor Aurelius, because he believed in the strength behind a united Mankind. Yet here you stand in your city, swords raised high, eager to destroy the grandson of that very man. Why do you turn a blind eye to the giants whose shoulders you sit upon? Is it the shadow that blinds you?

 

If such is true, then is it this shadow over Renatus that makes your administration and your emperor a Shadow leader? A man unseen, unknown to his own subjects beyond the walls of Helena? 

I cannot help but wonder, while you remain in your city of Edel, in such darkness: is it lonely? The empty chill of your city must wear on you, for your men are often away from it, attacking the men of Ves. Is it the heat of battle that keeps you warm, or are you merely trying to steal the warmth from their bodies? 

 

Your new emperor is not only of Horen descent, but of Staunton. Surely, your predecessors roll in their graves, the whispers of the The Coalition War still on their withering lips. Why do you raise a man to be your emperor, when it was his ancestor that spurred Philip Frederick I to destroy the beloved city of Johannesburg?

 

But alas, I digress, and for such I offer you Renatians and Pertinaxi my apologies. Allow me to return to my initial inquiry, which I proposed to you: What are you fighting for? Who are you fighting for, beyond yourselves? If you seek to fight for an empire, what will it be if you succeed? Rubble and remnants, smoldering cinders intertwined with nothing but those which you have slain? Abandoned cities, with no one to rule but the puppet leaders which you placed within? Even if this is true, what sort of future is this? 

 

Even the Church in its current state stirred from its slumber just long enough to hear the cry of its flock. In crowning Joseph as the rightful emperor, Everard V answered that call. In spite of this, you instead reject even the Church itself and the power of the Godhead, instead calling back the banished Yurii of Haense, who cowers behind the name of Siegmund I. How can you go this far, when it was Aurelius himself who aided in banishing this very figure?

Like Aurelius, Joseph Marna enters the realm of Humanity. He seeks to bring the life back into tired, worn people which you lay claim to. Joseph Marna carries with him the name of Oren: the name that brought so much pride, so much life to our race. It is Oren that is the heart of Humanity-- to smother it would be to smother yourselves.

 

And so I stand before you, and before God, as nothing more than a priest of the Canon, and a fellow man. Return to the warmth of Julia’s light, and together, as a united Humanity, we can prosper and flourish as the children of God.

 

Most powerful GOD, we pray that we may find peace in our time. For without Your guidance we would not be here now, and we will continue to exert Your Word, as it is the good word, until we finally find peace within ourselves and with each other.

 

In nomine Patris, amen.

 

Father Lochlan
 

[1_Language_1 1671]

Timothy Jude lets out a loud laugh. “S-Staunton?”

 

Matthias simply folded the missive and stuck it in the public library.

[Guest]

Princess Evie Devereux glances over the missive, her brow arched as she glances out the window, over ves square "God Bless, Amen" shed say softly reaching for her comb "i pray for my family and mankind, may this war end soon and peace be upon us once more " running the comb through her hair gently " this war continues to take the lives of many, i just hope i don't lose any more family or my husband before its end" 

[saint_zoe 97]

Lorraine took a gander at this memorandum written by a fellow member of the clergy, half way through quietly snatching up her spectacles. Placing them on as she held the paper close before bursting out into quiet laughter! Side-eyeing her pen before immediately writing a little note, pining it.

 

“Ave Orenia.. Amen.”

[KosherZombie 1772]

Devereux's are not Staunton, and our name is not inherited by matrilineal descent. All you accomplish here is revealing your unwarranted prejudice against good men, based on old, and senseless wars, propagated by the warmongering hillmen of the North.

[MunaZaldrizoti 8037]

A withered old woman would sit with a small assemblage of men in an island keep just off the coast of Arcas, having been following the various other races since her departure from Axios as a youthful teenager. She could barely walk now, confined to a wheeled chair, but the sons of her most loyal guardsman still swore to serve her until her tired form finally decided to give out. She was strong and fearsome, but how couldn’t she be? She was the grandchild of a conqueror.

 

Charlotte Staunton, once-Queen of Courland, would lift her gaze as she read slowly through the missive. “The line of my fiend uncle is a spoiled one, built upon the foundations of his intrigue. Let him be cursed by the last living main line descendant of King Tobias, down to the last of his descendants residing in a foul Horen’s city,” She’d spit in disgust.

 

She would pass away later that night, surrounded by those loyal to her, including her son and grandchild. Her distaste for the actions she had read of, followed by the fury it ignited within her, had been too much of a familial betrayal for the crone to bear. Her grandfather’s legacy was served by puppets and plotters now, no longer the fierce warriors they had once been.

[skuke101 181]

Ecbie cracks open another cold one in the seven skies before munching on some popcorn 

[KosherZombie 1772]

5 hours ago, JoelTheGinger said:

A withered old woman would sit with a small assemblage of men in an island keep just off the coast of Arcas, having been following the various other races since her departure from Axios as a youthful teenager. She could barely walk now, confined to a wheeled chair, but the sons of her most loyal guardsman still swore to serve her until her tired form finally decided to give out. She was strong and fearsome, but how couldn’t she be? She was the grandchild of a conqueror.

 

Charlotte Staunton, once-Queen of Courland, would lift her gaze as she read slowly through the missive. “The line of my fiend uncle is a spoiled one, built upon the foundations of his intrigue. Let him be cursed by the last living main line descendant of King Tobias, down to the last of his descendants residing in a foul Horen’s city,” She’d spit in disgust.

 

She would pass away later that night, surrounded by those loyal to her, including her son and grandchild. Her distaste for the actions she had read of, followed by the fury it ignited within her, had been too much of a familial betrayal for the crone to bear. Her grandfather’s legacy was served by puppets and plotters now, no longer the fierce warriors they had once been.

A man laughs. “She was still mad when she died.”

[osumanduas 1442]

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

 

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