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Clover smiles from the top of Lemon Hill, looking down over the fields to the quaint village of Grense below, beholding Mount Lemon.

 

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The Seneschal smiles the sun's smile as news reaches his ear of the publishing. It was months of work aiding the Church in the inquiries, and he felt comfort in having helped his teacher Rebbe Callahan, now High Priest Ro'eh Tzon. "I am tempted to think no priest since Owyn has had the same level of vision as his Holiness- his love for his faith and his flock is deeper than you might ever realize," he advises his squire Authadan.

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"Everything always happens." said Father Marc, nodding in agreement with the wise words contained in His Holiness' signature.

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"Perhaps Alexander's duty is truly over." Cerrick of Khamees lamented, a frown coming to his face. "For shame, I truly believed the Church would crusade against the darkspawn that plight the land. Instead they go to consolidate power."

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"Excommunicate me all you want, you have treated with excommunicants all your life however and will without a doubt burn in the Nether for it," Emilio Varoche said, to the air.

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The Knight-Cardinal Druzstra lets the gavel of excommunication rest for a while and instead, picks up a boomsteel warhammer.

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A letter from the Fortified Chantry arrives to the most esteemed Curia of the most esteemed Harrenite High Priest.

 


 


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God bless and preserve.

The Proprietorship of the holy Fortified Chantry of Calliopeburg is saddened to inform the Aaunic regency of the unfortunate incapacitation of the Proprietress. While investigating the sudden and mysterious disappearance of the Midlands War Memorial and the mass grave of two hundred civilian victims of the war, suspecting a foul druidic plot (seeing as these landmarks gave way to a fully-sprouted forest in less than a Saint's Day), Her Excellency was reportedly seized by a band of orenids and dragged away to an undisclosed location after felling several. Orenids are, as you well know, Saulite mutants with a penchant for kidnappings and mutilations of the kin of Horen; however, certain features of scarring prominent upon Her Excellency are known to induce superstitious fear among this renegade folk, and we believe she remains alive and unharmed, and maintained in her ordeal by her ardent zeal and faith.

Until the Proprietress is rescued from the clutches of the vile orenid host, the Fortified Chantry shall consider itself represented by the delegation of the Principality of Merryweather as per the establishing terms of the Calliopeburg Grant.

Saint Calliope watch over you and grant you her blessings.


 

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The fallen ex-Queen of Balian, Lavanya read the golden bull. Her head repeatedly shook too and fro, a sign of her disagreement with the words which were printed before her. "Lies, does the pontiff not see the fleece which had been given immediately back to him, heard the numerous apologies uttered from my tongue? I accepted the punishment of temporary imprisonment, yet it was not enough. I accepted excommunication, but it was not enough. A sword be drawn, the words 'Bury her outback' uttered towards the sword bearer," she muttered, the woman of sleepless nights and terrors haunting her waking hours spoke to no one. None believed her, none would seek the truth in the midst of the all powerful and holy's words. No recourse but to live the rest of her days, rebuffed and lauded as a lying witch. "Has GOD no mercy for those who were so wronged? I serve my sentence, I do not deny my crimes. I sheered the sheep, I lied to protect my son. But GOD knows, he knows I do not lie of this heavy a nature. Won't any witnesses say anything? Is it my lot to die, belittled, alone, and forgotten."
Princess Lavanya clutched her now toddler daughter close, the child which had been in her womb when she was threatened. Fear plagued her mind, of men of the cloth coming in with swords and dying the walls red with their blood. The once bright, outgoing queen now wasting away like a neglected flower, only allowing her young daughter and husband to witness her decline.

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"So it shall be. I must tread the path of penance, to seek absolution for my sins."
John persisted in his journey, the Cardinal of Lotharia's words ever on his mind.
"O'er the hills and under trees. Through summer's streams and winter's frost..."

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2 hours ago, LithiumSedai said:

A letter from the Fortified Chantry arrives to the most esteemed Curia of the most esteemed Harrenite High Priest.

 


 


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God bless and preserve.

The Proprietorship of the holy Fortified Chantry of Calliopeburg is saddened to inform the Aaunic regency of the unfortunate incapacitation of the Proprietress. While investigating the sudden and mysterious disappearance of the Midlands War Memorial and the mass grave of two hundred civilian victims of the war, suspecting a foul druidic plot (seeing as these landmarks gave way to a fully-sprouted forest in less than a Saint's Day), Her Excellency was reportedly seized by a band of orenids and dragged away to an undisclosed location after felling several. Orenids are, as you well know, Saulite mutants with a penchant for kidnappings and mutilations of the kin of Horen; however, certain features of scarring prominent upon Her Excellency are known to induce superstitious fear among this renegade folk, and we believe she remains alive and unharmed, and maintained in her ordeal by her ardent zeal and faith.

Until the Proprietress is rescued from the clutches of the vile orenid host, the Fortified Chantry shall consider itself represented by the delegation of the Principality of Merryweather as per the establishing terms of the Calliopeburg Grant.

Saint Calliope watch over you and grant you her blessings.


 

 

From the Harrenite High Priest, regarding the garrison administration in Calliopeburg,

 

We are very sorry to hear of the plight of the keeper of the monastery at Calliopeburg, and, being ourselves of Harrenite extraction, know very well the incredible danger of orchids. There is nothing more despicable to us than the works of the Fae, the Fairy and the Ffffflower. Neither are we very partial to flays, but that is another matter. Indeed it is the duty of every  Gael, Gaul and Galatian, so set into this heart by the Lord his God, and reinforced by hundreds of years of persecution at the hand of the grass and moss, the frogs, the bogs, the snakes and other ill natured creatures, his will to evict from every place, by any means, the creatures of the deceptive swamplands. 

 

If there we may be in any way an aid to you in the rescue of your fortress-prison monastics, we are happy to provide. Additionally, we shall be delegating the upkeep of this monastery to the Prelate for the Clergy, Cardinal James, that it remain to be in the good hands of able-bodied administrators of the Church of the True Faith. 

 

God bless you,

 

Harrentzedek ☺

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“Haha, **** you, roaches of Varoche, and also **** you Louis Caspian, you goddamn ne’er do well, rebel prick.” The fellow excommunicant, Renilde of the Petra, despite her many acts in service to the realm, smiled a nasty grin. She was ready to meet them in Hell. 

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