[PK] LECTOR FR. IOANNES ALEXIOS

[JoanOfArc 4586]

LECTOR FR. IOANNES ALEXIOS

1824 - 1876

    Depiction of the demonic encounter in hell by Father Ioannes about thirty years before his death.

 

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Father Ioannes went into a daze after the events that had transpired over the past few days. Over some transgressions and the lost of his childhood friend, his melancholy slept into him as he chose to stop getting out of bed. As he lay on his bed, he considered the life he lived. It was a peaceful one, for all intents and purposes, and one he enjoyed. He appreciated his friends, children, his brother, and most importantly, his wife. But he decided to give into relaxation after a long life of labor. As his vision began to fade, he ascended into the Seven Skies shortly after for eternal rest.

 

He left a will stating inheritance to Paco, Stor, and Julia. Each receiving their own items with the caption at the end of the will,

 

“As I ascend into paradise, let my memory be one who was a good priest.”

-Father Ioannes, servant of God.

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Spoiler

 

Hi everyone, finally wrapping up the story of Ioannes completely - perhaps a bit later than I should have. I wanted to thank everyone who was apart of it. I wanted to thank Axelu and Nectorist for giving me the kid and letting me have such a fun time on the character. I wanted to thank Rainedropf for deciding to play with me in strange places that were quite abnormal for us (you're really based). For Jacko cus I love him. I wanted to thank Shady and Breeni. Shady, you have been a real king by inviting me along for the misadventures and Breeni, you have really inspired me with your events and storytelling. I tried to seek a deeper sense of rp after your events, with your best event (in my honest opinion), in the picture. I wanted to thank Zhulik for being kinda a leader for me on the character and taking the mantle of Arch-Lector for all of us. I wanted to thank all of the Lectors (this is not a final goodbye, so we will talk tomorrow surely and game), Dargrind, Venstreni, Tentoa, wowj, Mik, Milksota, Titanium, Heathen, Abeam, and most importantly, Heph. And of course my bros in Acre (hugh.). Love you all :) <3

 

[Reckless Banzai Screamer 11528]

Paco II screamed bloody murder back at the farm in Acre, throwing plates of uneaten food out of his room the following the days after his father's passing. Dried frijoles were smeared upon the wall and uneaten chicken wings littered halfway down the stairs. Perhaps in a twist of karmic justice in the Lotcverse, Paco's father had departed from him too soon like his abuelito to his father before him. The boy was oblivious however, and instead hated the cruelty of the world and the fragility of their lives.

 

Lector Oijin frowned, wishing Ioannes could have accepted Quentin's machine life before his death. Another cleric to bite the dust that was not klone or machine pilled.

 

Spoiler

A Venerable Father embraced his god son tightly upon their reunion. Despite the heroin pumped into each of them by the Aengul Aerial in their soul prison, Paco wept tears of joy. Paco was happy he was not longer alone with just Bessol the pseudo automaton for company.

 

"You came a long way, mijo. Now help me finish these mozerella sticks and let's play some dice poker pukiooooo,"

 

[Shorsand 1744]

"Hm. Perhaps the memetics were too strong for him." A metal Adunian comments within Lectorgrad upon hearing of the news of the Father's Passing. He gazes oncemore at the manuscript of a paper-funny drawn by him earlier this week, pursing his lips wistfully for the deceased Lector.

[WOWJ 2739]

Evaristus sulks in his pitch black room. "Why.. why es et always de Clerics.."

[Tentoa 1991]

Trevor sat atop Felder's Rock with a bottle in hand after snuffing the eternal flame, letting the smoldering ashes waft smoke into the air to carry his fallen brother-cleric into the Skies. He knew that Ioannes would go to join Paco, Bessol, And Isaac for an eternal joy amidst the skies and though Ioannes was not a man he saw eye-to-eye with in many instances, he was certainly a good man, he was certainly his brother, and he was certainly one for whom the old cleric would cry. 

Dialectics and debate had been Ioannes forte but the old man did not forget that he was quick to lend his aid to a combatant in need, he remembered meeting him in Savoy just before a foray into the palace to hunt a specter, that Ioannes as his fellow novitiate had lent him his alchemical lens before he'd received his slayer helmet. It was Ioannes who had inspired him to farm again, when he got around to it...He'd name that farm after his brother in Owyn. 

[milksoda 709]

Aelia resolves herself to finish her fallen brother's gift to the Lectorate.

[Islamadon 4426]

[!] A monthly log is delivered via the Eastfleet Postal Service. Destination: the Temple Fortress of Ard'Kharyll. Gaekrin was a long ways off, and many Oyashiman smugglers would have to be bribed with Almarian scrimshaws to ensure that it was delivered safely and without hassle from Imperial Customs. Despite this, the man who dispatched his yearly missive remained hopeful, for GOD favors His servants.
 
ARCH LECTOR'S LOG: MENSIS SOLARIUS, 1876.

The forces of darkness, as of recent, desire nothing more than to snuff the flame from our Flaming Covenant. We're becoming too high profile, and the dregs that we find in the murky streets of this continent drag upon our spirits. Morale ever sinks, yet we're required to keep hope that these people will choose the paved and blessed path rather than the cracks within the shade. 

As it stands, the Flaming Covenant Cohort has suffered another casualty. Brother Ioannes Temesch, of noble blood and nobler ideals, has embarked upon a great journey to the Skies. He came to us in youth, to seek a life that held greater meaning than carving the buttered thighs of turkeys within Orenian banquets. He never believed in superstition; nether, he outright denied the existence of the beasts we've slain. It was admirable, for he retained a blissful ignorance about the world and became immune to its negativity. Rather, he chose to instead helm a family and to grow bushels of wheat ; a simple yet respectful life, in addition to all the troubles that came with it.

For all that Brother Temesch was, he was a loving individual who wanted the best for those in his life. I regret that I was never able to tell him that I valued his opinion greatly, because so few were able to make me check my own ideals as he did. May Brother Temesch find solace in the skies, for he is now able to reunite with those he cared for most.

I recommend the immediate provision of additional bodies to the Third Mission. In particular, I seek to repurpose the aimless Explorators that tinker about in the South-West. Under my supervision, they might find greater purpose.

 

DEUS MAGNUS,
Arch-Lector Dante de Denesle

[femurlord 2314]

Dharas paced from dainty bedding, rising to greet the day adorned in plate as compared to former, passing the halls as idly his gaze swept each rising Lector -- noting their mournful gaze, his own queries soon smit him.

 

The Inquisitor mused what few encounters had been spent with Temesch, tracing the Lorraine and intonating such with a sky-ward gaze,

 

"Rest well, mayne. Go help Paco with his breadsticks. ."

[Norgeth 1103]

Wob "Woberto" Vobson thinks back to his days of living among The Lectors "Et may 'ave been mer tahn thirteh years ahgo, but those whare gud toimes an' oi think ov tahm well... first oi miss Paco's funeral, tahn oi miss Ioannes'... perhaps oi should try an' beh mer o' ah friend" sighed that Oblazeki, now planning on making some trips to The Great Temple-Fortress of the Flaming Covenant.

[Lojo613 1420]

Father Stor did not smile anymore after this. Of all the evils of the world, the greatest to afflict him now was loneliness. Father Stor pondered on how Temesch was the last of a generation of Orenians, the last TRVE Imperial. His mind drifted to the marbled streets of the Providence of Yore, sprawling forth in opulent wealth and grandeur. He thought of all the hardships the two had faced, the mutual rage and acceptance of the bureaucrat that only a TRVE Imperial could comprehend. He thought of when he first joined the Lectors, and a Hyspian man and Akretian boy made him a meal after his long fast at the Caba. He pondered the dialectics he and Ioannes engaged in with the heathen. He pondered the great legacy of the ORANGE IOANNES. He pondered how a little Orange Juice drink Automaton filled with Savoyard Thanhium dust killed Ioannes’ cousin, Emperor Philip III. He pondered the chibi-wifebot he had made the man to help him beat his redstone addiction. Stor’s hand lazily gripped a loaded hand crossbow, and he looked down with surprise. It was point at him. He sighed, and turned to Owyn, still trapped in his workshop. “Temesch’ boy is going to need a friend” he said solemnly.

[warlord of filth 7713]

11 hours ago, Islamadon said:

 

 

[!] That log found its way in the deep crevices of many vessels: Hidden away from masked assailants that meant to confiscate any bit of contraband. Yet, GOD's servants were dutiful, and as that scroll passed from one hand to another, so too did one get returned. Before long, a dingy Oyashiman fishing vessel had arrived: BG-II, or rather, 'Abe', made sure it found it's way to Felder's Rock, within the hands of Arch-Lector Danzen.

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THE LECTORATE OF OWYN

THE GREATER FLAME

ARD'KHARYLL, GAEKRIN

 

From: Lord Arch-Lector of the Lectorate of Owyn

To: Arch-Lector, Flaming Covenant Cohort, Felder's Rock, Almaris

 

Subj: IN MEMORIAM BROTHER TEMESCH

 

1.  We of the Greater Flame mourn the death of Brother Ioannes Temesch. The Flaming Covenant has sustained many casualties in the ever enduring war against iniquity. Many of the young Proselytes and Noviates of Ard'Kharyll have been following the ever growing legend of your Cohort since the times of the Blackhide Crusade of Luciensburg: The names of Lector-Explorator Gamov, Brother Sisko, Brother Isaac, Lector-Explorator Paco, Brother Jeffery, and now, Brother Temesch, forever burned in the Ashen Wall. The bells have been rung once for each of their names, Wise-Brother; a period of fasting for this week in their memory; concluding each day of our duties with chants around the pyre.

 

2.  We of the Greater Flame admire the character of Brother Temesch, though we have not met, he was our brother: our family has endured much sorrow, but we must continue this journey in this hellscape: For we are the light in the dark that lowborn, highborn, and all that are good in their heart aspire to capture. We envy that ignorance of the true nature of our world: It is that blissful ignorance that allows the virtuous serf to live a life of faith and humility... Never does he seek the dark, for his gaze is always cast 'pon the light. 

 

3.  The Greater Flame has recalled Grand Explorator Faustinius to the Vault of the Damned: The Explorators and their machines have finally cleansed the remainder of Mor'Ton after all these years. The air is ripe with the stench of salt and soot. Many of the recovered relics of that town need to be decontaminated. Perhaps in the future, the Grand Explorator can return, but for now, his duty is here. In the meantime, the Explorators dispatched with him are transferred under the banner of the Flaming Covenant, Wise-Brother. Employ their minds and hearts, and perhaps the dregs that mean to cast their claws upon your tabards will shrivel away in sin. Lector-Explorator Janis is the point of contact in this endeavor, and he has been informed of his and his dispatches new place in your Cohort. 

 

4.  Finally: Do inform us if Brother Temesch has any living successors. A Banner of the Greater Flame will be sent to their residence for our Brother's service to GOD and GOD alone. Flame guide you, Wise-Brother.

[Milenkhov 4497]

prince lucien cried for days, and also his skygod cried more for the passing of his pseudo uncle lector (joanofarc)

[Werew0lf 11998]

MALIK the FREAK remembers giving the man a joint before his death. He smiles and stares at the sun. "That's sad."

[Tigergiri 2859]

Apollonia opened her door in the Brisk daylight; her prayers of The last few days were piling up, and the world felt somber. She traversed the foyer into the family dining room, where food was set out. She asked at  her brothers ravenously fighting over the their breakfast, her hand reaching out for  her favorite honeyed bread before the sweet melodic voice of her mother, “mi hija, go wake your su padre up.”  She watched her mother's worried eyes before they slid down each chair till she reached the head of the table.. it had been deserted for the past few days.. “si mama. “ delicate eyes sleepily waking up,  a tanned hand smacking her brother's  as it reached across the plateau  “protect me a slice of bread!” Scooting back from her seat, each step echoing and creaking from use as she turned to her father's door. 
 

Knocking once twice...

 

”Papa?” 
 

Knocking again.

 

”Papa, I’m coming in!” The golden knob twisting as the heavy entrance was pushed ajar, there laid her father, serenity of quiet  in the early light of day. And for the first time in many years, she knew they had all grown older. Her soft patter to his bed, “papa, madre says it’s time to get up.” 
 

There was no answer.. the silence crept in as her hand went to his shoulders,  to shake him. “papa? PAPA!” Her voice shrill and loud as her hand gripped his cold shoulder... no breath. he looked like he was slumbering, but the knowledge grew, her voice reverberating through the halls and downstairs of the house were a thunderous clatter, and footsteps raised.  Apollonia couldn’t bear to see it, and her eyes had filled with tears as she was wretched away by an unknown force.
 

“Papa, I’ll be good. Just wake up, papa!”  Her words repeated like an unknown hymn. Each word grew hoarse as somebody hauled her out, her torso crumpling against her own door.
 

There was her father, and then SLAM, the door closed off her vision. She stared at the door's wood as a heart-wrenching scream left the De palms house. 
 

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Another joanofarc daughter without a dad!!!!