BEATUS NUNTIUS IN SEMITA

[Nolan_ 4219]

PONTIFICAL LETTER

OF THE HIGH PONTIFF

XYSTUS QUINTUS

BEATUS NUNTIUS IN SEMITA

HAPPY TIDINGS ON THE PATH

 

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HIS HOLINESS SIXTUS V, 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.

 

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"And so I have placed into your hearts the blessings of abundance: the virtuous wealth of the spirit. And as I have given to you this blessing of My Word, you shall also give unto your fellows."

(Virtue 2:5-6)

 

Most Beloved Brethren, Health and Pontifical Benediction.

 

We write this letter to relay Our journey once more from Our stay in the Archdiocese of Albarosa last year this time. We were blessed with good company immediately when we arrived in the city square of Whitespire in the Kingdom of Aaun in the form of His Grace Bishop Michael, Prince Heinrich of Merryweather, his wife Princess Aleksandra and a remarkable golem that seemed to help the people any way it could. When the golem learned of who We were throughout the progression of the conversion it bestowed unto Us a diamond which We are most grateful and appreciative for and wish to let those who would be so kind as to inform it know that We put it to good use, gifting it to those less fortunate than Us. We also had the opportunity to meet a Canonist dwarf by the name of Ahti who had been missing for nearly three centuries and is a remnant of the Order of Saint Lucien following the Third Crusade. It was a great privilege to speak to someone with such first hand experience and to see that their faith still remains strong even after all their hardships and missing years.

 

At the same time We were most fortunate to happen across Our humble scribe, Cunimund hal'Cingedoz. For those who are unaware, he has copied each of Our Pontifical Letters within a Saint’s day or two of publishing for better spreading amongst the faithful flock. He was a most welcoming and warm man who We could and cannot thank enough for all his hard work, even extending himself to copying manuscripts for Our libraries across Canondom. We have noticed he has made a petition to the Royal Diet in Aaun for more space to continue his work in a proper scriptorium. We cannot express enough how dutiful and hard working this man is. We are thankful to have him and his work ethic is nothing short of exceptional. He truly encapsulates how one might perfectly oppose themselves to slothfulness in accordance with the most virtuous path we all aspire to walk without fault. 

 

We were also delighted to bear witness to the most holy of ceremonies, the rite of matrimony between a loving pair, in this case between Sir Victor Halcourt and Dame Cécilia d'Amaury overseen by His Grace Bishop Callahan. It took place underneath a giant, forever autumn tree growing just outside of the Commonwealth of Petra which’s beauty cannot be understated and most assuredly is one of those God given places for Us to enjoy; a reminder of what the entirety of the Skies must look like for the virtuous. It brought to mind the Canticle of Charity, “I am the Lord GOD without peer. I created the metals of the earth, and the onyx and the alabaster, and placed within your groves the trees of incense and resin,”. We must thank the happy couple for permitting Us witness such a special occasion and for giving Us the opportunity to once more reflect on why We do what We do and what made Us pick this life in the first place. We must also show Our appreciation to the Bishop himself as well as Father Elim and the Deacon who accompanied them for it was them who invited Us on the husband and wife’s behalf. We wish you all the luck in this lush, Almighty given world of ours by His grace.

 

Finally on Our stay in the fair heartlander Kingdom We were graced with the opportunity to witness and be toured around the site of Lemon Hill, a church holding operated jointly by Mother Lorina, Ser Morgan of Angren, and Bishop Callahan. It is truly a wonder to behold and a perfect example of how one of these communes might operate in conjunction with Our Holy Mother Church. The harmony between the two has brought many into the fold and encouraged a new generation of those devoted to the best that our faith and Church has to offer and We are most excited to see what greatness the place might produce. We would encourage any who have not spoken to members of Lemon Hill or seen it themselves to most definitely set some time aside to. Both the Reverend Mother and His Grace were incredibly helpful in providing information and suggesting ways in which We might approach the implementation of certain magics in accordance with the Scrolls and Canon Law as part of Our wider Pontifical Commission. Truly they have given new emphasis and holiness to the pastoral activity of Our Church and We pray they can continue to provide such for Our flock in all the years to come.

 

In short, We cannot express the happiness and gratitude We feel over seeing our faith flourish without stop within the Archdiocese of Albarosa. The people welcomed us with open arms and inspired Us to continue to be better in serving them because We have seen what truly wonderful things they can accomplish when the faith is properly administered. We expect much of the same experience in Our stay that’s already begun within the Archdiocese of Lotharia this year.

 

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☩DEO NON FORTUNA☩

BY GOD NOT LUCK

[Burnsider 4542]

Sir Zugha scratched his head and breathed a sigh of relief. "Best I not mentioned. Ooon bishop may still not be happy 'bout my beliefs."

[Ibn Khaldun 7729]

𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅗𝅥𝅘𝅥𝅯𝅘𝅥𝅮

 

The pontifical escort maintained course from the capitol of Whitespire, traveling along the royal highway that would cut through a mountain and fork towards both the Duchies of Minitz and Stran. Cunimund rested atop the high hill overlooking the southeastern-most section of the highway where the Whitespire farm estates stretched for miles; his back against the runestone and his eyes scanning merrily over the High Pontiff, his cardinals, and his guards. A young Cingedoz page bound up the hill, barefooted and jolly, a thick letter flapping in the young man's grasp like a banner nearly struck off its pole. Cunimund bade the man bring him the letter and read it with sharp eyes.

 

"Cintu uiro, nankeju feþerrunjek ok stæf. sirunj enst klukarunjo ¹," Cunimund asked the young man before laying his head against the cold soapstone surface of the runestone marked in the square and harsh graphemes of that Cingedoz language.

 

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Translation

¹. "Young man, bring me my writing quill and a book, I shall write beneath the runestone."