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A LETTER TO THE HOLY MOTHER CHURCH


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EIN BRIEF AN DIE HEILIGE MUTTER KIRCHE

A LETTER TO THE HOLY MOTHER CHURCH

 


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Depiction of Blessed Johann triumphant over the spawn of Iblees

 

YOUR HOLINESS,

 

I write you this letter with a perplexed mind, for I have just recently borne witness to GOD’s almighty light. It was but a mere day ago, that my councilmen and I were wandering the roads of the Confederacy, with no clear goal in mind. We wandered, and wandered, until we was halted by a pair of ungodly creatures, those who serve Iblees.

 

These creatures struck me off my horse, wounding me severely. The fall had made me drop my sword, and in my weakened state, I could not grasp it to fight the creatures of darkness. Similar work was also done to my warriors, Petsch von Minitz and Orion Adler, who rode with me. It was then that light from the sun shone on our faces, as if focusing on us, and us alone. With the light, came a form and a voice, those of my long lost kinsman, Blessed Johann Barclay.

 

He urged us to rise, to continue the neverending fight against the Anathema, just as he had done in his life. I felt a surge of power, of strength, and I found my sword, as did my companions. These creatures, blinded by the Blessed’s light covered in fear, as I struck them down, their ungodly blood now filling the roads. The light dimmed, and the Blessed with it. We were left alone on the road, wounded, but we still had some of the strength the Blessed had given us, and we managed to make our way back home to Minitz, where our wounds were tended to.

 

All three of us are sure that our savior was the Blessed Johann, acting through the will of GOD. I remember his voice as if it had just been spoken, and I also remember his story.

 

Blessed Johann was without a doubt one of the greatest men of his time. As the longest reigning leader of both the House Barclay and the Brotherhood of St. Karl, he saw the entirety of the Sinner’s War against Philip III through, leading the Haeseni war effort to multiple victories. Along with this, did he regain the Ducal status for his family, while also being declared as the first Haeseni to hold a Princely title outside of the royal house in centuries.

 

He did as well embark on multiple crusades and missions into the unholy depths of the Voidal hollow, leading the Brotherhood of St. Karl in their scourge of that GOD’s forsaken place. They came under attack by demons, undead, ghosts, and cultists - but as their saying goes, they did not falter. 

 

But, his tale is not only of bloodshed and hard work. There is a ballad, heard sung in the courts of the Reinmaren, of his stand against the elite of the Orenian Anathema. With nothing but a broken axe on his side, the Blessed managed to overpower two fully armed and plated soldiers sent to slaughter the true faithful of the Church. Not only did he prevail in this, but his axe was also healed by GOD himself, which allowed him to survive. This axe still lays with the House of Barclay, unbroken, never rusting. 

 

I have also in my youth heard a story of the day the Orenian Empire’s and Principality of Savoy’s decline began. At the coronation of Prince Olivier II, a conspiracy was sprung by the Prince and the Emperor, to denounce and butcher the rightful Pontiff, Everard VI. This was only stopped by the Brotherhood of St. Karl, which had arrived at San Luciano by the sudden and unexpected command of the Lord Marshal, Johann Barclay. There, the Brotherhood and its Marshal walked to the dias, forming a wall and escorting the Pontiff outside. Not a single drop of blood was shed in the hall, and if the Blessed had not suddenly wished to go to Savoy, our history would’ve been forevermore changed.

 

These are all odd concurrences, and all have witnessed the favor of GOD almighty. The Blessed himself knew this also, which is why, during the thick of the longest war in Almarilian history, Johann Barclay chose to embark on a Holy Pilgrimage. With no arms, no armor nor protector, he walked through the lands of Haense, Savoy and Oren. Not once did he come under attack, nor were under threat. The protection of GOD was all he needed.

 

So, do I petition you, your Holiness and your Holy Curia, to consider these saintly acts of GOD’s will. The Blessed walked among us as a symbol of hope, resistance and piety against the dark and the servants of the Anathema, and it seems as if GOD has allowed him to continue his service to the faithful, even once ascending to the Skies above.

 


WER RASTET, DER ROSTET

 

 Seine Hochgeboren, Leon Brandt Ritter Barclay von Minitz KRE

 Ernte Herr, Graf Minitz, Burggraf Tucay, Freiherr Boriënwald, Herr Brandthof und Durres

 

 Orion Adler von Minitz, Lawspeaker of Minitz, Warrior of Theoderic's Warband


 Petsch von Minitz, Bailiff of Brandthof, Warrior of Theoderic's Warband

 

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"I was being arrested for practicing law without an attorney's licence, when suddenly an apparition of Johann Barclay appeared. When I pointed at it, the guards were distracted just long enough for me to make my escape. Truly a blessed Saint." - Samuel T. Savoyard III

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