A BLESSING IN THE BASILICA

[Goon 1614]

POSTED ON BEHALF OF ANOTHER PLAYER WHO WISHES TO REMAIN ANONYMOUS.

 

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[!] Across Almaris, missives would be scattered about; they were pinned within taverns, hung on notice boards, or simply strewn across the floor.

 

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An attempt on the divinity of our Emperor has been answered

His enemies are our own, such is the pact.

 

The Pontiff, this leader of empty faith, is nothing but a man,

Incomparable.

His arrogance to think himself in a position to place punishment will not go forgotten.

 

Blessings will find the faithful followers of our chosen

He who will be above GOD

and guide us to a new age.

For all others,

They will bend the knee in good time.

 

Praise be to the Emperor of all Descendants,

Philip Amadeus Novellen

[amyselia 2962]

Lady Claude would receive the missive from a passerby on the streets of Providence as she made her way home. She delayed to peruse its contents, but when doing so, the pupils of her eyes would contract as fear came awash upon her body. 

 

"What heresy is this... Who wrote this?!" Her gaze clambered to find the person who had transferred the pamphlet unto her, but it was all for naught, as they had disappeared into the growing crowd of curious men and women wishing to take a peek. Claude's hands reached upwards to press a finger steadfast against the lorraine cross hung from her silver chain, muttering a prayer for the soul of whomever had taken to such blasphemy.

 

"We must hold mass. Let not our subjects fall into the pit we have just managed to claw our way out of." Was her final thought, scurrying instead now for the Imperial Palace.

[GhostSHTR 1205]

A Hieromonk would pick up the missive as he walked past a little village "Good, Everard's sin have begun to show, I pray that I help those to see" He'd state before continuing his journey

[Guest]

Cato Perea submits a public notice of his own decrying the message.

 

"Oren belongs to humans. The Mother Church, in its blessed glory, is a wing of Humanity. You shall not decry the High Pontiff as long as I live.

Perish thee, infidel.

 

Come into the streets of Providence and see how well your racist litanies fair there.

 

BLESSED BE EVERARD IV!"

- THE NAUZICA

[zuziee 4004]

Prinzenas Nikoleta rolled herself into a ball, covered in blankets. Finally cleaned of the blood bath that had occurred earlier that saints day. This day, would be easily remembered for the rest of her life. Though as her father had predicted, she found sleep easy that eve. Perhaps something good had come out of the terror.

[ReveredOwl 5639]

"Only cowards remain anonymous, if you are so sure of yourself then why hide behind parchment?" Asked Walton.

[argonian 14254]

"He who will be above God? If a half-month schism and kissing the Pontiff's toes places you above God, I don't even want to know what God's up to."