THE TOUR OF THE ARCHBISHOPRIC OF NESCIA | 1815

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THE TOUR OF THE ARCHBISHOPRIC OF NESCIA

In Accordance to his Eminence, Cardinal Pelagius Albarosa - 1815

 

Pelagius Cardinalis Albarosa & Co. discussing their uneventful outing in the Archbishopric of Nescia.

 

It was then a lukewarm day in the Diocese of Rochefort, the year was 1813; Cardinal Pelagius sat on his dearest oakwood armchair within a miniscule yet decorated Dolorosan Estate common room - sipping on a fine glass of San Roberto Tequilla™ brought by two foriegn lackeys. Separated by a grandeur Qalesheen lion skin laid utop the reflective flaxen floor, on the other wing of the chambers sat Episcopus Hernando Cordobe & Fr. Agustine, accompanied by four or so Albarosan Clerics adorned in Cardinal red & velvet.

 

“Agh.. Our tour of Nescia was such a bore!” Cr. Pelagius exclaimed as he placed his finished glass of Tequilla utop an end table, awaiting for the servantry to replenish the beverage, “I, could have been on a cultured Rhoswenii hunt in the burrow or dining on the finest Lobster in Esbec whilst treating myself to a plate of those briny Pruvian Saltines.. Damn!.. Damn! Instead, I must dirty my Clerical robes in that.. Damned joke of a wasteland known as Nescia..”

 

“It wasn't that bad as you may portray it, your Eminence.” Fr. Augustine rose from his seat at that, “Putting aside the mentioning of that lunatic cobalus who just so happened to be wearing an Orderly set of Ex. Owyn plate.. I quite enjoyed the outing.” 

 

“All proceedings could have been more eventful if only that dubious Duchess of Eastcliffe would have showed up.” Episcopus Hernando mumbled while he snatched a colossal jug of San Roberto Tequilla™ for the road. Cr. Pelagius raised his finger in agreement at the Bishop’s statement, seizing himself the opportunity to sample additional Tequilla beverages.

 

“Damning & complaining will be of no benefit for myself.. Perhaps I may take my frustration out in writing? A record of events pertaining to our preliminary ventures? It will inform the public & devoted laity about the common Albarosan expedition!” Cr. Pelagius proposed with the raise of his glass, “A cunning & all knowing idea, your Eminence!” “Absolutely perfect, that would do just finely, your Eminence!” “Not even I can think of that!” Praised Episcoupus Hernando, Fr. Augustine, & obituary Albarosan clerics lounging about the room, albeit the courtiers had no say in Pelagius’s decision, “Wonderful!” The Cardinal said as he clapped his hands, summoning a Dolorosan attendee for further instruction, “I will commission a scribe to write the tale of events of our Tour of Nescia then.”

 

 

 

 

THE ARRIVAL

The Tour of Nescia began within the whitewashed Barnoy of Osanora, hosted by the Episcopous of Cordobe & Fr. Augustine. The day was brightened with sunlight, rays of lumination bounced across the minor grains of sands surrounding Osanora & further the region of Nescia as a fair Carriage drawn by a pair of White stallions & an Imperialized Wonk tailcoach went forth above the Khadarsi Oasis's dust roadways - adorned in pure golden lining & the symbol of an Albarose ingrained at its door’s flank, sat the Primer Prince-Archbishop of Albarosa himself: Vice-Chancellor Cardinal Pelagius Guillén of the Church of Canon, garbed in the casual Violet Rochefortine clerical attire.

 

“I haven’t been to the Archbishopric of Nescia since the foundation of the Bishopric of Hyspia in 1800..” Said the distinguished Pelagius Cardinalis Albarosa to one of the accompanied Courtiers within the Carriage as he discerned his dry surroundings in an aristocratic manner, “At times I might wish to never return to this feces hole, though - as the College of Cordobe commissions it is only necessary to conduct an appearance to my vassalage.” The convey only continued its travel to the City of Osanora.

 

Finally, the almost regal hackney ceased its journey at the corroded Red Gates of Osanora, relieving the opulent Albarosan Prince of his travel before striding over to the golden Church of St. Catalina, accompanied by three or so Albarosan attendees & two Canonist sentries garbed in the Dolorosan whites. Cardinal Pelagius & his entourage was then greeted by Bishop Hernando & Father Agustine inside the Osanoran chapel, backed by four newly oathed Canonist Knights of the Order of Ex. Owyn commissioned by Fr. Augustine, including those of: H.S. Mathews, H.S. Chiote, H.S. Altamirano, & H.S. Timothy. 

 

After a saints hour or two of customary banter within Osanora, the ensemble of Albarosan Clerics & faithful trudged through the coastal deserts of the Khadarsi dunes - making their way to the Duchy vassal state of Eastcliffe, beginning the first tour of Nescia.

 

EASTCLIFFE

Cardinal Pelagius & his Albarosan company’s first location of interest was the mountainside Duchy of Eastcliffe (the Title of Duchy being of question due to the territory holding no Countdoms), a prominent though negligible settlement of vassalage belonging to the maritime Trade Nation of Sutica. Escorted by the aforementioned Holy Sir: Timothy - a Sutican native to the foriegn terrain - the envoy finally stood before the Gates of Eastcliffe.

 

When entering the settlement, the contraband noticed the alleyways & market squares were absolutely deserted, the only sound one could discern is merely their own footsteps & the exhaling of their breath - not a single soul could be heard nor seen throughout Eastcliffe - an observation that would become ever so more prevalent broadly around Sutican territories for reasons unknown.  

 

The Episcoupos of Cordobe inquired of the group to enter the Duchess’s residence atop the rocky depression of Eastcliffe seeking audience with the Duchess, and so - the Albarosan delegation clambered their way up the mountain by hand - unfortunately whilst scouting the territory, Cr. Pelagius’s orderly sentries did not come across any roads or pathways leading up to the Ducal-Castle, & so the envoy was forced to climb the mountain concertedly mounted utop Hyspian Alpacas.

 

After around three hours of scaling the mount - crossing rushing waters & steep rockworks - the Albarosan expedition finally set foot on the Eastcliffian Keep. Equally as empty as the settlement centre; entering the tiled courtyard it was completely avoid of any courtiers or attendees, not even a single horse within the stables beside it - which lead the clerics to question if this ghastly ‘Duchy’ was even populated entirely. Entering the stronghold’s interior, the walls were completely plain & the floors decorated with simply wooden planks - a lackluster amount of decorations or courtly embellishments fit for a administrative position.

 

The disgruntled Cardinal & co. adjured the previously mentioned unconventional H.S. Timothy to send a bird to the Duchess indicating the clergymen’s request of audience; waiting several hours for a response from the duchess, of whom was apparently meddling in an assembly of Sutican vassals, a fact figured by the clergymen only suceeding the Tour of Nescia - the party decided to outright take their leave, fabricating a quote scribed by Cr. Pelagius on their way back to Osanora;

 

“Like the majority of Sutican territories & states, Eastcliffe is no different.. deserted townscapes, unnourished farmland, inelegant courts of whom do not care to treat their guests.. The list only goes on. It seems the Duchy was in better hands whilst under the rule of the Hartcolds, for it is nothing more but an insignificant landholding in the unscrupulous ‘Trade Nation’ of Sutica.. I am ashamed to even call the territory a sepal within the great Albarose.” 

 

Thus, once ordering a short recess at St. Catalina's Church in the White Hyspian Barony of Osanora, the Albarosan delegation began to venture to Nescia’s capital; Sutica - to finally end the expeditional ordeal.

 

SUTICA

In contrast to the trek of Eastcliffe, venturing to Nescia’s capital wasn't as horrid & sluggish - offering a quaint & homely undermountain road leading the party to Sutica, accompanied by bright sun-washed seas & greenery. Standing before the marine-metropolis gates, it was noted by the Albarosan Fr. Henry said that Sutica’s walls were outlandishly discerned by the common man’s eye, various engraved designs & complex stonework fitted by aimless materials such as stripped oak & cobalt - deeming it an unattractive architectural fortification by the Albarosan commissary.

 

At last, entering the oceanic trade capital - the clerical delegation stomped their red fitted boots into the capital, Ex. Owyn enlists marching about in a regular formation as if they belonged to a regal parade, as two acolytes made way for the men; shouting titles & scrumptiously blowing trumpets. Yet, as previously observed in the Duchy of Eastcliffe - the streets were absolutely avoid of a single life form, a lack of merchants occupying the multitude of shop stalls, nor any residents & pedestrians wandering about the cobbled streets.

 

The Albarosans merely dismissed their observation, after all it was only an apparent pattern that each & every Sutican territory had an insufficient population. And so, the clerical ensemble ventured on throughout the empty streets & avenues for some time - studying Sutica’s architectural techniques & decor as they made their way to the cobalt jungle’s town centre, in earnest to possibly seek an audience with the trade King himself.

 

The entrance to the Sutican Soverign’s court was open, allowing for the Albarosans to freely set foot in the stronghold’s interior without any suspected conflict. The first article of complaint the Clergymen came across within the keep was an impromptu white lined ‘chapel’ - though corrected by Fr. Agustine as a ‘wedding station’ seeing Sutica’s apparent hatred towards Canonist institutions - of which utterly disgusted the secretarial visitors.

 

Evidently commercial King Mika was amid a conference amongst his tutelage vassals upstairs - figured by the delegates the clercis decided to bide their time seated on the interior Chapel pews, dwindling with their fingers & mingling about in boredom as they endlessly waited for the vassalage meeting to end - until eventually the Trade King caught word of the Canonist’s presence, shouting from beneath the azure tiled floors for the Clergymen to depart from his residence, referring to them as ‘kids’ & threatening the clerics with a warrant of arrest. This sequence of events disturbed & assparated Cr. Pelagius’s outlook on the Sutican leadership, writing a quote of his thoughts pertaining to the affair;

 

“We enter the palatial complex of the self proclaimed ‘Trade King’ to merely greet & offer a gesture of kindness with the man.. Yet.. he is no being fit for the title of King, treating his esteemed guests as if they were an assortment of undesired peasantish hordes - lacking the slightest of hospitality as one should, referring to my ounterage & myself as a Child.. How can one have the audacity to label the thunderously cunning & superabundantly wealthy Prince-Archbishop of the Albarosa Archdiocese myself as an adolescent.. My party only wished to salute the man. Not only this however, for the Sutican Sovereign threatened us with an arrest.. By what jurisdiction? What was this handful of Clerics & myself doing that in which broken any laws? Were my Helvetti red wellies too ‘drippy’ as the youth call them? Was it my robes too fashionable for your cheap court? We were merely foriegn delegates seeking an audience with the King. To this incident I disgrace the Sutican block & only wish the worst of their heedless misdeeds.”

 

CONCLUSION

Due to the ultimatum of arrest & possibly death by the tyrannical undiplomatic elf styling himself as the King of the Tradeways - the Clerical party left the trade capital for Osanora to ultimately conclude their Tour of Nescia. Cardinal Pelagius additionally himself inquired a final commentarial quote as his last words before leaving the Nescian territory;

 

“I wish to never return to the shithole known as Nescia. A land of endless grains of sand, empty town centres of territories donning false titles governed by Mali’kers for no apparent reason, & ill-mannered Monarchs lacking a single drop of hospitality. Sidenote I would have much preferred touring the wondrous Fakhr Oasis off the borders of the Archdiocese or even enducting a mission to the Elvenese state, yet.. I had to fritter away in the dirtheap known as Sutica. Without a doubt however, looking past the hardships & depravities of Nescia, I did infact gain an understanding of a certain quality whilst suffering with my fellow clergymen.. And that is; Brotherhood.”

 

NOTE: This document was published for the public masses in the year 1815, two years after the Tour of Nescia took place - due to courtly scribes being preoccupied with Albarosan Powder which inturn produced a perennial time constraint. During the period of time; several Hyspian & Nescian Clergymen were martyred in safeguarding the Pontiff in recent events pertaining to his capture by anarchist brigands - the list includes the newly ordained Father Alfonso Altimirano & the Bishop of Cordobe himself, Hernando of Hyspia. With that said; this publication is dedicated to the lost souls of the Attack on the Pontificate by the command of Cr. Pelagius. May they rest well in the seven skies.

 

IN MEMORY OF BISHOP HERNANDO-CORDOBE.

 

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