Burnsider 4542 Popular Post Share Posted December 23, 2021 To Everard VI, High Pontiff of the Church of the Canon, Archbishop of Visigia, Successor of the High Priesthood of the Church, Supreme Pontiff of the Church of True Faith, Keeper of the Canon, Missionary to Aeldin, High Servant to the Exalted's Testaments, Humble Servant of the Faithful and Vicar of GOD, Your Holiness, In my time as a priestess assigned to the Metropolitanate of Providentia, I have attempted a mission of care and compassion tempered with firm reliance on the Codex of Canon Law. It was my hope that this firmness in the wake of the excommunication and anathematization of the Emperor, Empress and Vice-Archchancellor would move the populace of New Providence towards helping the Anathemata seek reconciliation with the Holy Mother Church, while the care and compassion of my service would not turn the populace against me. To this end, while I have kept strict to the laws of the Church, I have never preached in Mass about the duties of Canonists under Anathema rule, I have given funeral services to the soldiers who fought and died in service to the Anathemata, and I have fought to secure the release of prisoners of war in Dwarven lands, preventing their execution. However, I have failed as it is clear that the populace of the city have turned against me. Vitriol is heaped on me in the city square. I am routinely struck by passersby. Members of the Imperial State Army continually vandalize the Basilica, mocking my efforts to correct the vandalism by alerting me they will just do so again. I have been threatened with arrest, beatings, and being left for dead in the forests of Oren by members of the Imperial State Army. Finally, the Emperor himself has warned that I am trying his patience and that it is not infinite. What that portends for my safety, I can only guess. I feel it is clear that my continued presence in New Providence will only lead to continuation of the separation between the Crown and the Laurel. In a recent letter I wrote to Father Katerina, I said that it was incumbent upon us as priests of the Canon to preach to the pagan. I have discovered that the western Kingdom of Elysium is without a priest. The kingdom has a small Canonist population, although it is mostly pagan. As a Veziakene, that is, a follower of the Rite of the Revered Mothers, I believe I may possess the proper disposition to minister to this small population of Canonists and perhaps even grow the number of faithful. Accordingly, I request that I be removed from the Metropolitanate of Providentia and be given the authority to establish a territorial prelature within the Kingdom of Elysium. I thank you for your diligence to GOD in these times. I am sorry I have failed you in New Providence. Ileana Sava Ursović, Presbyter Spoiler This is a private letter to the High Pontiff, @Pureimp10. 32 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
6xdestroyer 1605 Share Posted December 23, 2021 A priest recalls the Holy Words as he walks into the Basilica, unrelated to the message. "Though the spring flower withers and the fruit of the tree falls to the ground, My Word lasts into the eve of the world, and the fruit of virtue cannot rot." 1;5:2 He'd hope the more self-interested would remember them too. 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
argonian 12836 Share Posted December 23, 2021 5 hours ago, 6xdestroyer said: A priest recalls the Holy Words as he walks into the Basilica, unrelated to the message. "Though the spring flower withers and the fruit of the tree falls to the ground, My Word lasts into the eve of the world, and the fruit of virtue cannot rot." 1;5:2 He'd hope the more self-interested would remember them too. In the same way Martin Luther was possessed to suddenly roast a private letter to the High Pontiff, Jurgen suddenly blurted out "52 Even as My holiest city was sacred in spite of Harren’s rejection, it is spoiled by the blood of kin." The man was left with no idea why he suddenly said this, but it somehow felt quite relevant to the Emperor and the protesting priest writing in support of him as of late. 9 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pureimp10 5178 Share Posted January 5, 2022 To Presbyter Ileana, Blessed be God now and forever, Amen. It brings us much grief to hear of the pains you have undergone during your time in Providence. A people who once would have shown you every respect under Philip II and Archchancellor Josephine now spit at and attack you. We have spent many nights thinking of how best to handle the situation you find yourself in. We are reminded of something that Our teacher, Archbishop Benedict, taught Us when We were but a simple priest: "The shepherd does not flee when the wolves approach his flock. No, instead he readies his crook, and defends his flock with all his might." We often call Ourselves and Our clergy shepherds, caring for their human flock and guiding them to the Seven Skies. While Our just excommunication of the Emperor and Empress have cause members of that flock to insult and degrade Us, We cannot but feel pain and sorrow when you experience the same. Therefore We shall accept your request for reassignment and transfer you out of Providence to Albarosa, to assist Francis Cardinal Albarosa in tending to his flock. We look forward to seeing the good work you shall perform, and shall pray for your success and well-being. God's loyal and humble servant, His Holiness Everard VI, High Pontiff of the Church of the Canon 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Burnsider 4542 Author Share Posted January 5, 2022 Ileana nodded as she read the letter, and she found tears falling onto the page. The shepherd does not flee when the wolves approach his flock. No, instead he readies his crook, and defends his flock with all his might. This shepherd had failed her flock in Providentia. She had fled. It was a bitter blow. To ego. To pride. But all of those things were sin. And sin needed to be wiped away. Now, having her ego and pride laid bare in front of her, she could admit her wrongs. She hadn't failed her flock before writing the request. She had failed her flock by writing the request. As she looked up from the paper and stared out the stained windows of the Basilica of the Argentate Star, as the last whisper of sun crept under the horizon, she made a pledge to God. In her new home, the shepherd would not flee again. 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
KaiserJacobII 1048 Share Posted January 5, 2022 The Prelate of the Clergy makes some edits to the Clerical Records. "Presbyter Ileana.. Albarosa," he mutters to himself as he finishes making the needed change. He sits up straight —as straight as an aging Cardinal can manage— and eyes the record book with a tired, yet happy smile. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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