Cardinal Alaric - Requiescat in Pace

[The King Of The Moon 7016]

Friar Gawain lights a candle.

[BlauRps 545]

Upon reading the missive, Arthur Helfgott sent an armored fist into the wall of his room, splintered hole now near his desk… a wave of emotions washed over the Templar who made it his duty as Guard Altamirano-Jorenus to protect the now-slain Patriarch Alaric. The one who kept him in check of his judgement for so long… now a path of redemption roared in his head for the failure of his duty…

 

”They will wish they did never opened these gates…”

 

He spoke to him as a flare of courageous white flame sparked from one of his eyes, judgement will come…

[Digit___ 1224]

On 8/14/2025 at 6:57 AM, BlauRps said:

Upon reading the missive, Arthur Helfgott sent an armored fist into the wall of his room, splintered hole now near his desk… a wave of emotions washed over the Templar who made it his duty as Guard Altamirano-Jorenus to protect the now-slain Patriarch Alaric. The one who kept him in check of his judgement for so long… now a path of redemption roared in his head for the failure of his duty…

 

”They will wish they did never opened these gates…”

 

He spoke to him as a flare of courageous white flame sparked from one of his eyes, judgement will come…

Upon hearing such a noise, Ser Aviel Helfgott would hurry up to his father’s room to see what has happened.

First, he saw the hole in the wall, that can be fixed.

Second, he saw the Courage-Flame in Arthur’s eye, that can only mean something happened.

Finally, he found the missive bearing the Cardinal Du Loc’s banner and read it.

 

The Knight and Jorenic Guard’s heart sank. “What do they mean ‘e’s dead?” Was all he could say before tears like rivers flowed from his right eye, tears of sadness and  R A G E . “I won’ believe this until I see the body.” Aviel said stubbornly before racing down and out of the front door. The sky-blue glow of his prosthetic eye becoming glaringly bright as he made his way to the Holy See.

[LordofCabbage 559]

"The tabernacle defiled! With the blood and flesh of a priest. Such foulness will not go unanswered." rambled Avartagh to himself as he read the missive that had been handed off to him by secretary, Oonah. "We had our disagreements . . . But he did not deserve to go in such a manner. He deserved a more noble death. But he has died a martyr's death; so perhaps that is the noblest shroud. Truthfully, I do not know anyone else who would go so low as to defile a tabernacle than ne'er-do-wells such as Druscans. Whoever did it, shall reap what they have sown. In this life or the next. That much is certain."

[Security_ 2287]

In a languid rest the missive was laid upon a table of some far off abbey, settled by shaking hands. The death of a fine man, a friend, and a spiritual father to many caused no utterance from the Father Casimir. For, what words could be offered but a silent prayer, and but a single lit candle upon the windowsill.

[Frostdrop1 1843]

Reinhard raised brows in surprise at the missive. He had seen Alaric only earlier, of course, from afar. Albeit, he was not sad. Perhaps if the priest had dared to understand what he could not, then he might have remembered the man Alaric was to his youth. Alas, such memories had long been stripped away by an unwanted gift. He was not soon to remember that man that tried to kill him so openly, so freely, before his son. Like a monster. His assumptions were made, and life did the rest. Perhaps it hurt more than the devil would admit, for a great trust had been shattered that day.

 

Instead, a brisk chortle left him, half hissed in what was an unbecoming satisfaction. "Finally got what vy deserve, Vampyre?" Chortles soon turned to something less graceful as a churning gut kicked in. A realisation that he was robbed of closure. Yet, rather than express it, such a thing was masked with a  simple bark: "Hypocrite!"

[Metamancy 1759]

Had it really only been a day since he and Alaric had last spoken?

Phillip Vale held the missive, a strange, confused apathy behind his eyes.

He read it over, and over, again.

What could he do now, except pray?

[Monty Cobra 921]

Aurus Greye gripped the missive in white-knuckled hands as he read the death of that man who, though Aurus had not known him personally, had been a constant and encouraging figure in his childhood home of Balian. A pure man serving faithfully in a sea of wolves.

 

"Two fates have been sealed this day—one with his creator on High, and the other in the deepest pits of Hell."

[Navigator 4260]

"They kill their own and then put missives out to vow they'll find the killer."

uttered the false angel, whose hands carefully doused another page of some unnholy scroll in rakir.

"The Creator has little love for them, I bet. Merely souls for his soulstream, eternal servitude in false peace."

he mused, another page doused as he adjusted his posture. Unnatural lilac eyes stared ahead, contrasted by the cadmium skin.

"They will burn by my judgement... Maybe it shall take time. Maybe it shall take preparation, more than I thought... but they will burn."

 

And once the last page was doused, Salatiel set aside the scroll, letting it soak in the infernal substance.

[KaiserJacobII 1456]

"Wha- A-Alaric?! Non, no! Not.. Qu.. Wh-," Brother Lothaire sputters as the news is shared with him, "Oh GOD!" The Monk soon retires to his small room to pray and to weep. He repeats, between Flexio and broken Kohenic Flexio prayers, "This has gone too far. This has gone too far."

[Seuss 1056]

The Golden Knight laid on the cot of the clinic wirh bruises and aching wounds. A brief battle with the self-proclaimed Demon King and and his companions left him out of the loop for some time. It was not until the bells tolled and the chimes of mourn set out across the capital streets. 

 

Severin Black laid back while staring up at the ceiling. It crossed his mind why all the disturbing noise came about so suddenly, but news found him quickly. His grandfather, the man he would spend hours discussing theology and morality with, was found dead. 

 

A groan escaped the struggling knight as he pushed himself to a stand, making way out of the clinic with utter disbelief. "Impossible..." Came the growled words of the pained grandson. A second time did he feel his actions resulted in the death of someone not yet meant to die. Whether by pointless interfering, or blissfully ignoring the cause. 

[Fleeperpriest 1484]

"..WHAT!?" grumbled the High Priest. "Madness. Madness and profanity! Sacrilege! And in the Holy place no less! There are no words! Look at how they massacred my boy..."

[LoxyTheReindeer 356]

Somewhere in the forests outside of Viru, a wood elf finds the news, and finds herself heartbroken. "How could he be dead..?" She wished she had seen him again, seen him one last time. That night she lights a candle for Alaric, and finds herself praying. "I hope you are at peace, old friend... And I thank you for being so kind to me..."

[Piov 2643]

Father Basim reads the news with a heavy heart before muttering, "What depravity has befallen us." He then went to his study and said a prayer, "May God give eternal rest to a most faithful servant to our great faith. May we have peace in mind and spirit. May justice and truth prevail."

Edited August 14, 2025 by Piov

[Tav 4336]

A week, he promised; a week to read himself the Holy Scrolls, and reconvene with Cardinal Alaric of the contents.

The young Valkonen sat quietly at his bedside, his nails teetering to a sting as he nervously bit off the ivory. Rumination stained the day; it’d reached the tenth hour, and he had yet to chop the firewood in halves. Hooves, they told him. Hooves smudged the carpet of the Holy See, the only clue, save the bloody aftermath of his uncle. 

Perhaps this was a sign by GOD, of the path he so confidently strode towards. Did misfortune wait for him at the cathedral?