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HE LIVED AS HE DIED

 

Two knocks upon the door left little impact. The townhouse before Peter de Sarkozy responded with quaint silence - how uncommon, for the Haas house is among the great centers of Helena, often teeming with soldiers, diplomats, and curates. After another knock, and a shout of greeting, the Treasurer merely laid down his hands in defeat.

 

Around the bend happened to come a trio of soldiers. Darius of Rubern, Milenko, and Isaac, three veterans of war, stopped to greet Peter. The men had apparently come for a blessing of the Pontiff, as the Faithful were wont in the last years. Explaining his helplessness to the men, they sought alternative measures, fearing the worst: the veterans vaulted through alleyways, and Peter beset upon the door with the butt of his sword. So too recently had the Cardinal Renzfeld arrived, fumbling for keys. Long had the High Pontiff suffered from gout - what tragedy could await?

 

A haunting sight greeted the desperate lot of men. Slumped within the confines of the high chair of his dinner table, pale as a ghost, having given up his pulsing heart long before, sat the Pontiff in all his earthly veneer. His expression was content, and a glass of spilled wine stained the tablecloth. His body was limp and cold, a dead man.

At once, a crowd formed outside of the townhouse, full with curious onlookers, weeping and mourning at the news. The Lord Mayor, Tybis de Ruyter, had been summoned by local soldiers. Pandemonium was at hand, until the Cardinal Ves, a long-time associate and friend of the late Pontiff, began to offer the man his last rites. All stood in silence, drying their tears in reverence.

 

In time, the body was delivered to a gondola to be taken down the root-like canalways of the Jewel of Humanity towards the Basilica of the Final Revelation. There he lay in state, a vigil of Imperial soldiers kept about his lifeless body.


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DANIEL VI

HIGH PONTIFF OF THE CANONIST CHURCH

1686 - 1737

Unitatis In Nostra Aetate (Unity in Our Time)

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Helaine Haas finally replies to a forum post, weeping as she grieves the death of her dearest brother.

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“Dear.” Antony Sigismundic uttered in solemn grief to Jasper and Malcom Goldhand upon being informed of Daniel’s passing.

 

“He was a perfect Vicar of God- and he lives on to continue as such.” Antony told the melancholy Haas House.

 

“May God rest him. May he serve yet.”

 

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Adrian de Sarkozy looks to the commotion from his balcony, “GOD’s recall of his most pious, let us not be led astray."

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Julia Adelaide weeps at Daniel’s bedside, eyeing the husk of the holy man in distraught. ”How cruel a GOD... to take you so soon.”

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Haraccus Cardinal Ves could offer no words of respite nor prayer. A melancholy washed over him as the realisation of his longest-living friend, a man of faith who he watched climb from lay-man to the highest reaches of faith, was there to laugh and joke alongside him no longer. Little resolution could be found for this horror except for the knowledge that the man was in safer hands.

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Templar soldier, Farley, keeps vigil over the Pontiff’s corpse.

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Mithvul slowly gets down on one knee, with the blade of his sword against the gravel he rests his forehead upon the Templars Crusader sword.

 

“Upon us are dark times, lest’ I truly believe he has completed his duty of vicar, a man of GOD. May he be treated with grapes and wine during his time in the Seven Skies.“

 

“Do Thou, O Lord, have mercy on our dearly departed, for the sake of us sinners all who greatly hope and trust in Thee. For Thy mercy can turn bittering weeping to joyous fanfare, for Thou alone judgeth the living and the dead. Amen.”

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Peter de Sarkozy performs the Lorrainian Cross of himself before sighing “He was a good man and a true vicar of GOD, he will be missed dearly”

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“Adrift in a blazing sea, men become memories.” CARIM would mutter, performing the LORRAINIAN CROSS on himself as he does. ”A Millennia will pass, and your name will still ring out as a true vicar of GOD.

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“Oh woe is this weak heart of mine to suffer such a great loss! Cousin, teacher, friend. Rest easy with our fathers in the halls of the great God you did administer.”

Egg sneezes loudly into his handkerchief after dabbing streams of tears from his eyes.  

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Wilfred quietly lamented that he could not do more to extend the life of dear Daniel. He remembers the long chats he and the pontiff had while Wilfred massaged Daniel’s feet to help relieve the excruciating pain of the holy man’s Gout.

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Milenko sighs – he hoped to meet the man and share tales of the battlefield, promptly after being blessed by the man; one that lived, and died.

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