An Open Letter to Suffonian People

[Sheczar 378]

An Open Letter to Suffonian People

 

My beloved Suffonians,

 

      As some of thee might hast noticed, I am beginning to get older. As the sun and moon continued to chase each other over our beautiful lands, I grew tired of endless bloodshed and conflict this world hast offered. Since I assumed the rule of Suffonian people 74 years ago, I shed the blood of tens of men and ordered the death of hundreds more, all in the name of feudal obligations. Every Canonist who lays dead under cold soil by my hand or my tongue haunts me day and night, I deem them all good as Canonist souls, who lost their paths due to heretic lies. Even if I know my actions were right and just, no amount of tear may equal the value of a drop of a true believer’s blood, no victory may soothe the pain of a grieving mother.

 

      The sorrow of my bloody past hath covered my heart and it was weighing it down for years, sleep would never come to me and when it did I would find little solace before the faces of the dead. for the past seven years, for guidance and forgiveness I hast turned my face to GOD Almighty and in my endless prayer I have found peace and sanctuary before my maker. I am now writing this letter to thee my beloved subjects, to illuminate thy path to happiness and fulfilment, the path of the Canonist Faith.

 

      I chose the life of a true Canonist and detached myself from my temporal possessions and when I look back at them, I can only remember the stain of blood on them, fruits of pillage and violence.  As thou know, I sent my throne and golden belongings away and locked down my ArchDucal chambers, for their comfort was an offense to my new way of life. The room the Bishop of Pembroke most graciously offered me inside Warwick Cathedral is all I need and all I ever wilt need. Goose feather pillows lays downs one’s head in comfort, but only a wheat bed can truly comfort one's heart, I came to understand this. I donated all my cloths save my unprocessed wool robe and bronze crucifix. Silk dresses sits good on one's skin but I now understand only hard wool brings solace to one’s conscience. Before I found my true path, I couldn't even butter a slice of bread. Now I cook soup for the poor and feed them myself, I hope the ones who taste my soup do enjoy it as much as I. I relinquished the control of the ArchDucal Exchequer to Lord James Percival Suffolk and donated 10,000 mina of my personal wealth for the decoration of Warwick Cathedral (especially her twin golden bells) and the remaining 5,000 mina to the needy of Suffonia. 

 

      Now before thee, I am a man with no personal wealth or fortunes, burdened only with the administration of my beloved Suffonia to make sure she stays in the true Canonist path. With every temporal fortune I lost, I found spiritual happiness and now with no attachments to the earthly plane, I can declare that I am truly happy at last. I am not ordering any of thee to follow my path, for the love of GOD must be true and willing, and I am not calling out to thee now as thy ArchDuke but as the Father of the Fatherland, and urge all of thee to follow the true Canonist path to save thy immortal souls and find happiness. Detach from thy earthly possessions, entrust them to the wise hands of the Canonist Church, and let happiness fill the void left by them. Amen.

 

His Highness Prince Edward of the House of Suffolk, Archduke of Suffonia,

Duke of Warwick, Count of Pembroke and Baron of Alnwick

 

 

[!] Attached to the letter, the three following humbly drawn scenes can be found [!]
 

Edward Suffolk humbly but lovingly washing the poor in Warwick Baths.

 

Edward Suffolk feeding the poor with free fish and bread.

Edward Suffolk resting in his bedchamber in Warwick Cathedral following a busy day of charity.

 

 

[Draeris 3124]

“Peter the Poor should rightfully declare this humble, pious, GODly man a saint or else the institutions on which the Church of Canon rests are nothing but ROTTEN to maintain an ILLUSION of god's will.” a peasant would whisper.

[Nyuriz 105]

[!] “ Altruism and life consecrated to canonism which were conveyed by his highness, Archduke Edward, was an irrefutable attestation of righteousness. He is, I would in certainty enlarge upon, the noblest of the nobles. Vivat Archidux! ” Saerus Gladridge concluded as he scrutinised the letter before he bestrode his horse with grace unfazed by the risks ahead in pursuant for his missing wife.

[Ajax 335]

Amathion remembers reading about how he grabbed a peasant’s ass “Criminal Scum....No body breaks the law on my watch....” He grumbles, wishing he could arrest the man

[Froschli 838]

Cardinal Ernst of Curonia thinks to himself: “Ah, what a humble and gracious man. May GOD bless him with many years of life, so he may spread the word of our Lord forever more.”