Werew0lf 12024 Popular Post Share Posted December 10, 2023 REQUIESCAT IN PACE 1919 - 1958 His corpse rests upon a bed of flowers, nestled by grass and dragonstalk tulips. Stanislaw’s fingers are crossed, to symbolise his righteous fury, whilst adorned with numerous golden crosses. For the next hundred to thousand of years, the corpse of Stanislaw Cardinal Westerwald would not rot - it remained in perfect condition, youthful, without bad odour, and without any signs of decay or blood-loss. It did not look pale, and some may even mistaken it for a sleeping man - yet, he was dead. A miracle in its own right. Wherever the corpse rested, sunlight always basked it in heavenly light - even in areas without glass, open windows, or under the night’s shade. The undead may seem perturbed and feared by the sight of this god-fearing corpse. A courier from the Church of the Canon delivers a notice to all foreign denizens regarding the passing of Stanislaw Cardinal Westerwald, known as Stanislaw Julian Weiss at birth. This was written by Stanislaw before his death. To my friends, family, and fellow canonists, I return now to the Seven Skies, so that I may rest with my fellow brothers and sisters, to dine with the Archangel Razael in Akerlaniya. So that I may find my place amongst His angels. There comes times of tribulation, where strength is tested by mortal men, and in turn, we must persevere and fight. Unity is necessary amongst the flock of GOD; from His shepherds, to His creation. Life is a gift from our pertinent, all-powerful Lord and we must live to our fullest. I have sought to smite the unrighteous and those who neglect our Lord GOD, and I have been unable to complete this holy task. Even in death, I will burn with the flames of righteous fury. I will become that which stands for justice This is the end for Stanislaw, so love and live to the fullest. However, this is not the final chapter of my story. From your dearly departed, Stanislaw Julian Weiss. At the hour of death, bells tolled across all canonist lands - they were not rung by the hands of men; the sound resonated from the tallest of canopies, to the deepest of caves. All men and women could hear this chiming, this dangling of bells. Those surrounding the body of Stanislaw would notice ethereal, bright wisps of white to escape and flutter around. From the rooftop, a humanoid silhouette adorned in grey robes flew into the air, bearing angelic, white-feathered wings. It would be noticed by all in the Kingdom of Haense for those few seconds, encapsulating their digits, and forcing them to watch. The Angel Raguel returned to the Seven Skies. (These letters are private and not public on this forum. Do not metagame this). WALTER WEISS Spoiler To my beloved borsa, Do not find this passing as a time to mourn. Please raise your head high, for the lord GOD cherishes us; born from the same womb, but it was my destiny to ascend first. I will watch over you from the Seven Skies, so do not forgo your task of protecting the holy weapon - as my destiny is to ascend, it is your destiny to protect those around you. In our youth, I remember how we played our games - we were punished for it. Now, in adulthood, you stand as a great and noble lord. Raise my nieces well, strong lion. AUDO & VERONICA Spoiler To my loving mamej and papej, You raised us well, and although I have come off as unloving and emotionless towards the two of you - that was not my intention. Please be proud of the ones you raised; I will leave before you, so as you age, I will see you in time. TO MY OTHER FAMILY Spoiler Listen well, Viktor and Karl, you must learn to grow as strong as Walter. Grow old and raise children who will eventually take on their own legacies. Make sure they are raised as good canonist men and women. Karl - if you run away again, I shall smite you from the heavens with righteous fury. Rosalind and Mikhail, I am proud to see that your zealousness has achieved knighthood for the pair of you. In another life, I once dreamed of becoming a knight - yet, GOD had fated that I deliver His message as a holy-man. Haus, may you find rest in the void, that which you bury yourself in. You were a kind enough man, but a foolish one in the end. TO THE CHURCH Spoiler To His Holiness and Patriarch Jorenus, I apologise for leaving first, having not achieved as much as I would hope. The lord GOD has destined that it is time for my ascension into the Seven Skies. However, I leave with you a trinket - it lies in the Kingdom of Haense, and will be delivered to the both of you, so that you may figure out what I could not. Callahan, keep me in your heart. I will come soon. TO THE KING AND QUEEN OF HAENSE Spoiler Your Majesties, Aleksandr, I will be unable to meet you at the summit of our great tower. So did I want to wander the stars, and see what GOD has planned beyond this mortal world. However, I trust there is someone who is willing to help you - she awaits the day the tower is raised, so that she can come to find you. Lead with strength and put your people first. Amaya, I apologise that I may have come off as rude and frightening. Yet, it is true that I fear no man or woman, be it peasant or royal. Use the weapon I gifted you to fight those who go against the virtue of GOD, and protect our people. (These dreams work on OOC consent. Please do not feel obliged or forced to have them. Mainly for the purposes of generating and fostering roleplay). In the coming days, those across the lands would have odd dreams, lasting for seven days. DAY 1 - A man adorning grey-robes stands in front of your peripheral. His right hand is consumed in flames, whilst the other hand adorns a dirk knife. There is an injury across his right-palm; it seeps gold, pit-pattering onto the earth below. “Smite the wicked,” said a voice. Great wings, white and feathered, stretched out from his spine. “Guide the ignorant,” DAY 2 - There is a vast stretch of tall grass winding across numerous gardens. At the centre of this land, there stands a large, wooden tree with beautiful red and golden leaves. However, the fruits dangling from the tree are rotten. “Allay your fears, the fruit is GOD’s best,” spoke that same voice. DAY 5 - An old priest wanders forth; each part of his uniform is ordained by glistening crosses. The priest halts before you, and offers you a small wooden twig with green clovers. “This will guide you to your friends,” As the priest continues down the path, you notice the corpses of many soldiers littering a large burnt greenland nearest you. DAY 3 - Your vision opens to find yourself in a bloody battlefield. As you look down towards your hand, they seem weird - they lack flesh; entrails of meat and cartilage clinging by undead bones. In front of you, a soldier adorning the Rhodesian Cross plunges his longsword into your ribcage. “This heart has already been claimed by Iblees,” exclaimed that same voice. DAY 6 - You are surrounded by hellish flames; it begins to burn your flesh, popping, crisp, and croaking. Flakes waft into the air; the crackling is joined by a foul odour. “I am righteous fury,” Something stands guard in the far distance; a large gateway with bright skies and clouds. It is a grey-robed figure with great, white feathers. DAY 4 - Water, translucent and clear, streams down into a marble piscina. As you peer in to look at the reflection, you meet the face of a man - he adorns a grey robe, the hood ushered over his black hair and beard. The water begins to bubble and transform red and murky. DAY 7 - On the seventh day, you awaken to numerous visions. You see grassy plains and hellish mountains, clear streams and bloody rivers. The vision ends with a winged angel impaling his flaming claymore into the neck of an inferi. “I am Raguel. This is justice.” The Angel Raguel rises. 72 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
ClatterCake 262 Share Posted December 10, 2023 "Va Ve Maan..." The Valkonen Knight muttered under his breath, the banner captured from Brasca Keep still tight between his fingers... 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
SethWolf 1392 Share Posted December 10, 2023 Walter Weiss had been there, when Stanislaw passed, his hand on his chest. He thought long, and hard in the moment of his brother's passing, to the man he was, and the boy he'd grown up with. His Brother. Of the time they shoved cake in their father's face upon their fifth nameday, all the little fights they'd had running around their family's flower fields, and the adventures they had upon the streets of Karosgrad. He'd always been quietly jealous of Stanislaw, of the Golden Baby of Karosgrad, who was born glowing a brilliant golden hue and who could make flowers grow with their footsteps. Though, it was a childish jealousy. Walter had always loved Stanislaw as the goofy twin he was, and divinity would not change that. He thought of their adulthood. Walter had always wanted to be a knight, or a priest so that he could stick with his brother on his numerous holy adventures as the two had always dreamed. However, the realities of life soon set in, and all of those plans seemed to eek away with time. As the heir of Weiss, he knew he had another road to walk. And upon that road he still would walk. But now, he had to walk it alone. "Keep my seat warm, Borsa. We'll walk those flower-fields again. Some day." A tear fell from his eye. "I'll miss you. Va ve Maan." And the tears kept falling. 10 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bethinwonderland 1107 Share Posted December 10, 2023 Verónica had been one of the family members by Stanislaw’s side when he passed. She held onto her sickly son’s arm as his left side lacked a hand. As the golden baby of Karosgrad closed his eyes for the final time. He spoke “Va Ve Maan”- the family’s words. Which almost everyone there echoed.. After which they all seemingly choked on their words as they started to mourn.She followed her husband out of the room, her body still aching from the battle fought earlier that day. Her ribs ached, yet she ignored the pain. On the rooftop garden, she and Audo exchanged a few words. Sooner than later, she departed the garden so she could comfort her that stayed among the living.. Verónica was unable to read the note that Stanislaw had left her and Audo until he returned from his reclusive state where she had asked to see it. Tears flowed as she read 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
JoanOfArc 4586 Share Posted December 10, 2023 Priestess Milena cried over her great and wonderful, strong, and beautiful bishop. The western bishopric will suffer from this surely... "There was no greater man, no greater saint, than he." 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Morigung-oog 2358 Share Posted December 10, 2023 "Yes-- I shall SMITE the wickedness in your name..." The redeemed magus Valindra vowed after awaking from a fitful slumber. She knew what she had to do. 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Frostdrop1 876 Share Posted December 10, 2023 Ser Audo Weiss was adamant and firm in that he could have helped his son, had only he known. Death was no stranger - he knew it well. He saw his brothers and sisters come to die, his father, too, and now, in some twisted sense of norm, his son of whom he was so proud. Stanislaw was The Golden Baby of Karosgrad. A miracle since his birth. Although, as his father, Audo always saw the baby boy he was. He remembered the days Stanislaw came down, play-fighting him in the halls of the original Staalgrav. He remembered the boy who odd, strange little occurances happened around - and the one who feared those strange happenings. He remembered comforting and guiding him. He remembered the mastery he gained and how proud he always was each time Stanis used his blessing for good and, even, just for a joke. He rememebered the times they drunk together - and the times they had to say goodbye. And now, to add, a final goodbye. He crumpled the note left to him and Veronica. "Ea didn't think that way of vy..." He croaked, having isolated himself. Promptly, with indecision, he unscrunched the letter and, instead, carefully folded it to keep. "...Ea dear boy. Va ve Maan..." 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
ItsMisterPip 78 Share Posted December 10, 2023 Along with his parents, brother, and loved ones, Viktor Weiss stood at the bedside of Stanislaw Weiss as the cardinal passed away. "Va ve Maan." The grieving man muttered under his breath as he left the clinic with sorrow and gratitude. Viktor was truly thankful for having this good and blessed man as his brother, but as all mortal beings come to pass, the grief of loss weighed heavily. 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fleeperpriest 261 Share Posted December 10, 2023 The Bishop, suffering from the onset of a worsening flu, gazed vacantly into the pyres of his temple. The spirit of the law was again far from the land. Temple after temple, priest after priest, and the great injustice of Horen's tribe grew all the more potent and dangerous. Lethal, and self destructive. He lit another candle, another flame to keep alive. But without the law, for how long could the great flame remain with them? "God help us, God help us." 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mio 3771 Share Posted December 10, 2023 The King of Haense -- Aleksandr II -- he sat somewhere within the complexity of his castle. Speaking simply to the air to the thin air among him, and upward into the night sky: "Among the stars we shall meet." Spoiler gonna write more 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
erictafoya 2309 Share Posted December 10, 2023 Leonid, recovering from his wounds received on the field of battle, soon found out the solemn news and, despite their differences, he felt sadness for the priest and his Weiss allies. He soon brought pen to paper once more, despite recently writing in his bed, and returned to his work. . .The Saint Who Walked Among Us 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
xo31 459 Share Posted December 10, 2023 Arthur heard of the news, sighing at the investigation had come to an end. "I guess he really was just GOD's chosen." He shook his head. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Minuvas 2887 Share Posted December 10, 2023 "What a pity" Remarked Razad, most pious of Mages. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
PrimnyaQuorum 1039 Share Posted December 10, 2023 "Haus, may you find rest in the void, that which you bury yourself in. You were a kind enough man, but a foolish one in the end. " "How...grand of him to say, after - years, has it been?" Haus asks towards the familiar Yisar he rides atop of. The creature regards him for a moment - some equivalent of an apathic shrug that watcher might give himself - before it returns to its simple task of walking. More words follow, as he skims over the brief letter in his hand. He's far from canonist land, in search of something else. He doesn't know what fate occurred to his once-nephew, so distanced from the world as haus is. In the days that follow, dreams plague his sleep. An oddity. 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mister_Gavin 288 Share Posted December 10, 2023 Bishop Alexios lit another candle for beloved Stanislaw next to the one already reserved for Father Tonito in the crypt of the Cathedral of Saint Arpad, closed his eyes, and began to pray. In a moment of melancholy he cried out, "O GOD! Will I have any friends left by the time this godless War is over?!" Inhaling sharply and composing himself, he once more bowed his head and began to pray anew. 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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