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ALERE FLAMMAM VERITATIS


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And there, beyond the grey-rain curtain of this world, where all is silver-glass, the senescent Pontiff joins the other Tylosi in the Skies above.

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High Pontiff John the first greets his successor with a warm smile within the seven skies, saying "Welcome, my friend. Long have we awaited you.."

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The Reverend Mother Maya prayed longer than usual the evening, recalling the day she was ordained with fondness. 

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Elder-Hieromonk Vladrick would sign a prayer for the 'pontiff' "A Cowards at the beginning and a heretic for continue the policies of Yaromir, but may he rest in peace." he'd state

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Nicolas Barclay prayed for the Pontiff as he entered the seven skies.

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Carolina, the Princess Savoy seeks her mentor in the Seven Skies.

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5 minutes ago, GhostSHTR said:

Elder-Hieromonk Vladrick would sign a prayer for the 'pontiff' "A Cowards at the beginning and a heretic for continue the policies of Yaromir, but may he rest in peace." he'd state

"Coming from a 'priest' whose age should have been the downfall of him long ago, fueled by the Ibleesian magic perhaps? The fact the church never excommunicated you for your blasphemy is truly shocking." remarked Ser Walton.

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Patriarch Klaus stood within the hall of Reinmar's cathedral, once again distracted by his thoughts to join the others in praying. His eyes stayed glued to the portraits of Saint Tylos, constant muttering under his breath. It seemed this was the most distressed he'd ever been, the Bishops around him ushering him to rejoin them, but to no avail. "Ich hope du understand, Ihr Holiness." were the only words the present clergy could clearly make out from the man, before he simply left the Cathedral for now.

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A cursed child attempted to pray through sobs for the safe passing of her friend, but found she could not. Small hands clutched the golden rosary with white knuckles in a vice-like grip.

Words echo in her ears as she attempted to steel her cries - perhaps all He truly did was take. 

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Stanimar, hearing of the peaceful yet equally bitter death of Canondom's shepherd, signs the cross with a weak mutter, having the faith to pray for His Holiness' respite, and yet not the faith to hope for a better future after his passing.

 

The schism may have come and gone, the enemies of Canondom muffled with its passing, but how could any soul, excepting those of greatest naïveté, expect them to stay equally silent now that their foes had perished? The faith's enemies would grow bolder, and the presence of bulwarks of orthodoxy, as His Holiness had been, would be sorely missed in bitter days to come.

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Holy Sir David Invitus looked to the Nicolite sister who bent was bent over the High Pontiff, checking for a heart beat through the horn she had pressed to her ear. There was silence in the room, and all was still. Finally, the sister shook her head and David gritted his teeth. "Mortuus est Papem," he said softly, a tear rolling down his cheek. David had always been the reluctant soldier, but Tylos II had truly shown him his path. He would miss him. 

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Learning the news of the High Pontiff's passing Sir Rev Vuiller would light sign the lorraine moving to find his old prayer book. The aged man thinking back on the memories and interactions between himself and his Holiness over the years going to say a prayer for Tylos II.

Bishop Drasus would begin to light candles within the Basilica La Sorella, the young bishop getting ready to host a mass in memory of the late High Pontiff.

 

A healthy looking Holy Sir Johan Vuiller and Saint Harald Vuiller would stand next to one another within the Seven skies, their arms opened wide as they looked to Tylos II "Welcome home brother"  spoke Johan with his warm and kind smile rested upon his face. 

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Fr. Melquíades had wept. Admittedly, the whole day, standing besides the sickly Pontiff's deathbed, singing repeated melodies in an unrecognizable language, repeatedly hiding thanks and blessings amidst his songs as the never ending chorus raged on.

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