Our Father... [PK]

[Sean_VEVO 984]

A man of Burgundyian color signed the Lorraine upon glancing at the Icon of OWYN, which he was gifted.

 

”Puppet you were, but I pray for your soul regardless. GODAN have mercy upon us.”

 

-EXILE SIR RADMIR MONTALT

[Pancho 2527]

Justinian Belisarius, a Custodian of Xan, let out a mechanical sigh as he heard the news.

"Perhaps now we can focus on the true threat instead of mortal squabbles."

[femurlord 2364]

"KYAHAHAHAHA!" Rang out from piled bones as they stirred restlessly, the Archlich rejoiced as a holy body was brought forth, adding to a growing summit of bodies.

[SwaK 40]

In the heart of the Apostolic City, Holy Ser Robert strode with an air of solemnity, a shroud of dread veiling his noble visage. Through the hallowed corridors and streets, he wandered, the weight of perceived failure heavy upon his shoulders.

With each step, he sought solace, pacing the sacred grounds under the watchful gaze of the heavens. Hours stretched into eternity as he grappled with the burdens of his duty.

At last, weary but resolute, the Holy Knight sought sanctuary within the hallowed halls of the Holy See. There, in the embrace of divine silence, he poured out his soul in fervent prayer, seeking redemption and guidance amidst the trials of his sacred charge.

"Your Holiness Sixtus VI,
 

May the Creator's guiding light elevate your soul to the highest heavens, where peace and tranquility await your weary spirit. Forgive us, your devoted brethren, for our absence in your hour of need. I vow to redouble my efforts, to shield God's flock with unwavering devotion and renewed fervor.

Rest assured, Sixtus VI, for your legacy shall inspire and propel us onward. As you find solace in divine embrace, your successors shall chart the course ahead.

Amen." 

Tears trickled down Robert's weathered face as he fervently prayed. He remained there, immersed in his supplications, until exhaustion overtook him, rendering him unable to continue.

[mothsthetic 419]

From his desk, the Chancellor of Vallagne turns to the messenger, his face twisting into one of deep confusion, as he’s been locked inside all day to do paperwork. 

 

“…**** ye mean ‘th’ Pontiff’s dead’?”

[Andustar 2118]

News travelled swiftly throughout the Canonist realms. The High Pontiff was dead, assassinated by servants of the Deceiver. The common people gossiped, and some even grieved, but none appeared quite as stunned as the wandering hedge knight.

Albéric trembled with anger, but never raised his voice. He could have cursed whoever bore the blade 'til daybreak, but why offer them a rhythm to cackle over? He would offer his lamentation in silence; only the heavens above would bear witness. Most would offer their condolences for the death of a holy man, but Albéric would fondly remember his younger brother. The bothersome middle-child with a knack for irritation.

 

If only they could have had one last conversation. There were still matters to discuss.
"Another day, perhaps..."

[_NotChris 202]

"Ztinray ztrikez again!" The figure of rotting flesh stated to a fellow undead, the ghoulish goblin then went about it's regular do-badder activies within Hexicanum.  

[chaotikal 2236]

"This is too far. We might not see eye to eye in all things, Holy Vicar of the Canonist Church, but you are only to be judged by His grace. Vlachia rallies to this call of arms... SIXTVS VINDICATIBVR".

 

 

Spoke an older gentleman draped in armor and wolf fur, then going to pay his respects with his family.

[JudgeTrudy 30]

Theodore, having just heard of the High Pontiff's death in passing, kneels before his bed that night. While not usually a particularly faithful or zealous man, Theo does clasp his hands as he silently prays for the High Pontiff to find peace and rest. Not knowing the nature of the High Pontiff's death yet, he hopes the old man died with the embrace of GOD, and spends the rest of his waking hour contemplating the Church and his relationship with it.

 

((Beautiful post! Never got to meet Sixtus, but I've thoroughly enjoyed reading all of the posts from or about him<3))

[Laeonathan 3970]

Upon hearing of the death of the Pontiff Vasyl broke out into pure rage. The Adrian man screamed and kicked one of the stools right down the cliff.

 

"****" Is all he exclaimed.

[Amayonnaise 1535]

An aged Paladin would hear of the news, and pray that the next Pontiff permits her a license to heal in Aaun.

[EmiliainWonderland 1526]

"May he rest in peace." Elaine sighed upon her hearing of her brother in law's passing. Pontiff or not, she would always remember him as Albert's little brother and went to comfort her husband at the loss of his younger sibling.