Cardinal Alaric - Requiescat in Pace

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Requiescat in Pace

 

 

 

18th of Snow’s Maiden, 2042

 

 

 

I write with despairing news. A friend, colleage, once-ally, though recently at odds, has been found murdered in the Holy See. Hoof marks mar the carpet in the Holy See in great magnitude, and the corpse of the good Cardinal Alaric lay beaten, broken, stabbed, skewered at the foot of the Altar of Flame which illuminates the Holy See. This is a developing incident, and more facts are sure to arise in the coming days. There has been much dispute among the clergy over the past few years, and I had never hoped to come to blows in this manner. I pray for calm in these moments, as we all mourn the loss of the good Cardinal Alaric.

 

 Let us all keep the family and kin of Cardinal Alaric in our thoughts and prayers as we step back to remember what unifies us, as opposed to what divides us in this moment. For, at the end of it all, we should all hope that we embrace in the Seven Skies as brothers. Details regarding funeral proceedings will be discussed with next of kin, and agreed upon before any further information about such is released.

 

Signed,

 

Lector-Cardinal, Enrique Cardinal Du Loc Piñieda

 

 

 

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[ChainedDragons 1374]

And so he raged.. Raged within the confines of Numendils' square, having heard word of mouth of another family member being stolen from this world. A roar. A punch sent towards an armament of war and now a broken hand. Will this madness never end?
"God ******* damnit"

Nothing. Nothing. Would bar Bron from telling his cousin goodbye one last time. Be it in the Hells or within the confines of the empire itself. 

[gavyn 1362]

Goran of the Wickwald is sad at the news, despite the disagreements he loved his brother in GOD.

[Gnomistry 1115]

Shaulbert began a novena for the repose of the soul of his friend. 

[Titanium430 578]

"Cardinal Alaric was there from the start of my path as a clergyman. . . I pray for him and his family- may the chaos end." Friar Albert said to himself while looking about the Imperial Capital, a depressed and sour look upon the clergyman's face as he signed the Lorraine

[DancingZebra267 1626]

Upon hearing of Cardinal Alaric's death, Vincenzo would fall silent for a moment, as he stood there in thought. After a long pause, he'd mutter under his breath. "We've been at odds for years… and I'll not pretend we were friends. More than once, I considered silencing the Raevir in you myself." His voice would lower, taking on a colder tone. "Still... I did not wish to see you fall. Perhaps now, in death, GOD will show you the paradise you spent your life preaching about and perhaps there, you'll finally see the truth… that Sigismund was a FRAUD."

[Dyvynarth 68]

In the safety of her new abode, 'Theodora', as she called herself these days, quickly skimmed through the missive. Usually not that concerned regarding church affairs. Yet this time it left a frown on her face. "I spoke to him last month; I would see him again… And now this?" She placed the missive aside. Before resuming her daily activities. This time less happy than before.

[xo31 3979]

A wizard burnt a path through a forest, ripe with rage.

This was, most certainly, the last seal.

[confusedjester 811]

The acolyte Jorna mourned!! “OH, WOE!” She cried, into the unforgiving night- despite her dramatics, those feelings of hers were very real- truly indeed. From her humble beginnings of a birdgirl, turned HOLY WOMAN, Alaric had been a close compatriot. A horrible, horrible loss…

 

——

In a far, far far FAR off land, did a certain ‘ker catch wind of her favorite Cardinal’s death. 

“Poor Cards…” The elfess murmured…

[PrimnyaQuorum 3999]

A wail resonates at the furthest reach of the stars; a man so long gone his name no longer resonates with spoken words.

 

For all he has done and become, all he left behind, it still tears upon his heart to hear his blood fall, 

 

little by little, decade by decade.

[Seva 624]

A lonesome Priestess sits aside a calming pond. She raises her hand, butterflies fluttering down to land across her index. She takes in a slow, heavy breath.

"It is so, so very cold these years," she hummed gently to herself. "May a child find his way Home."

She needed no scroll to reference, no text to chant, no saint to quote. She gave her mourning to Faith, and He alone.

[Laeonathan 5889]

"And I had not taken the Hobbits words seriously - he had said the Druscans would come and murder us, only three saints days ago. But who has murdered Alaric?" 

 

So Cardinal Montfort knelt and prayed for his slain brother. Too short had he known him to grief him deeply, yet a tear was shed regardless.

 

 

[Fluffy Horror 496]

There had been a great deal of weeping lately in Viru, for a father, brother, and husband lost. Lady Gloria wept, too, for Antonio, and now for the once-Cardinal of Hyspia, the man who had baptized near the entire Villa, who had married her and countless others. He was their Cardinal, even if he no longer bore any official title naming him such, and now he was gone.

 

Cut down, assassinated. He had made himself an enemy of many by standing up for what he believed in, for what was right- and now he had died for what he believed in, undoubtedly on the orders of one of his enemies.

 

"Hooves. They will pin the blame on the Cursed Children." She mumbled to herself, reading the missive.

[Vikenz 1162]

Rogers' features remained flat and unexpressive whilst he murmured,
"May GOD rest his soul, and look towards Lemon Hill, for I suspect his last missive cause his untimely death." 

[ThatDutchFellow 1147]

Holy Ser Barend De Ruyter had been staring at the missive for hours, Reading each word a thousand times over "No.... My brother~" A single phrase joined by a single tear that rolled down the cheek of the usually stoic and emotionless Knight. After the good Templar broke down to his knees, the missive dropping from his hands as more tears followed "My GOD why have you forsaken us so~" He said as he wept before the altar in the Cathedral of the Exalted, For once in his life of service Barend felt uncertainty, Doubt...

 

 

But the flame inside would soon remedy that, The voice of Saint Michael dissalowed him any reprieve or time to grief and turned the Knight to rage, A single flicker of piercing white went through the Templars eyes as he slowly rose again "In nomine dei.." Marching from the Cathedral to find who hurt his friend and brother so

Edited August 14, 2025 by ThatDutchFellow