A Patriarch's Missive on Recent Events

[Lortime 1153]

 

 A Missive From the Patriarch  

 

It is with the utmost sorrow and grief, I write this missive. Several tragedies have befallen our world, and I pray deeply, through reverence and compassion, we shall carefully guide our way through them together, my beloved flock. First, a matter of deeply personal news to the community of Jorenus. 

 

 It is my solemn duty, to announce the passing of Father Rossano Van Leuven, Priest of the Jorenic rite. Recent news has reached my ear, of the death of the dobry father, though the circumstances are still being investigated. With Father Rossano’s passing, a beloved, cherished member of the clergy, and of our blessed community, has left us for the skies. An irreparable hole is left in my, and I am certain, many others hearts; particularly the kin of Rossano. I have wept for hours, upon the news reaching my weary ears; and I shall shed a tear for every day I was not able to spend with Ross, before his passing and for all the days I ‘ere will never share with this brilliant young man. The Van Leuven Family will be contacted about this matter, to arrange a funeral, and the information regarding His death passed along for them to know. We of Jorenus, pray with the deepest hearts, for the safe and expedient passage of Father Rossano into the Skies above. 

 

Secondly, I must speak to the recent culmination of the Summit between the Church and Haense. My heart is split in an irreparable twain, my soul is bisected into two shattered halves, seeing the communities I have belonged to for decades, in such an irrevocable state. With assent from His Majesty, Koeng Joren, and the Curia of the Holy Mother Church, I am to remain a neutral Shepherd; GOD’s love does not end, when man’s does. I remain, at the behest, of the faithful of Jorenus, as your humble Shepherd; to guide, to console, to advise, and to commiserate the miseries of the world alongside. 

 

As Patriarch, I hereby exercise my authority to prevent any Priest of Joren, from taking arms against their fellow brother, Canonist, or Haeseni. Those who fail to heed this order will be defrocked. We are Shepherds, not soldiers. Remember this my Brothers and Sisters; we serve GODAN alone. 

 

Finally, I must attest that I, upon the peak of Lemon Hill, was visited by an Aengul. Her body appeared that of a Statue, made of stone, her expression unchanging, but her voice calm, quiet, inciting in myself feelings of repose. A girl, pale as the holy light, a dove in a long line of Ravens; is said to have spoken with this Aengul before me. You know who thou art; come hither, let us convene and speak upon the messages of this messenger of the Light. She had bid me to meet you, and work together in Piety and prayer.

 

Per spem perseveramus.

 

T.M.R, His Eminence,

 

Patriarch of Jorenus, Prefect for the Episcopate, Pontifical Prosecutor

Royal Chaplain to the Brotherhood of St. Karl

 

[marikandaperc 1817]

8 minutes ago, Lortime said:

A girl, pale as the holy light, a dove in a long line of Ravens

 

"Oh. . . Lorina. . ." - - - "Lorina mia, sei tu, Lorina..?" intoned a melancholic witch

[RingAroundRosey 498]

1 hour ago, Lortime said:

It is my solemn duty, to announce the passing of Father Rossano Van Leuven, Priest of the Jorenic rite

 

The Leuven heiress could only stare at the missive. She felt this oddness, an emptiness. The missive is carried with her as she wanders her homeland, carefully tucked under her plate.

[libertyybelle 6187]

Ipera vas Ruthern sat within her tall keep of Morteskvan, the snow billowing outside the warmth of her room. It was then, basking in the presence of the fireplace that a maid seeked her, handing her such a missive. 
 

Upon reading the last line, her brows rose. Rereading a few times she leaned her nose closer to inspect as if she had read it wrong.

 

A girl, pale as holy light, a dove along a long line of ravens.

 

That was her. It ‘‘twas this recognition that made her recall  what the Aengul had said to her. The call of action she bid. Though to her, she was just Ipera and could be little of what her ancestor, Villorik, was. 
 

As she promised the Aengul she wouldn’t fail, there had been but a lump in her chest. Impossible to swallow. For now, she could only take little steps to uphold GODANs will. Starting with a letter to Alaric.