TO THE MORON CHURCH

[Werew0lf 24180]

 

 

To the ‘Pontiff’,

 

I will write this in plain words, no titles afforded to my name, with no imperial seal to bear this parchment.

 

It is an unfortunate reality that is the penchant of Man and it often manifests in arterials of hubris and egoism–an ironic statement, for I hold myself in high regard. 

 

Whilst Man is at the precipice of continental domination, you have proven once again to be deluded in your judgement. It is the role of the Vicar to guide the flock of our most holy Lord GOD, yet time and time again, you have turned blindly to the ill-begotten shepherds that marr your pious institution. 

 

The role of Vicar and the role of Emperor should be of a mutual balance – you deal with the priests, and I deal with humanity as a whole. Whereas I strive to make Man see their potential on the living world, it is your goal to ensure their lives are bereft of the influence of Iblees, and to save their souls into the Seven Skies. You have failed in your duty. 

 

At one pivotal moment in history, your church held the key to this harmonious mandate – the ability to will Man. My father sacrificed his childhood and his land, allowing it to be governed by your shepherds because he found himself entrusting those closest to virtue. When victory came, the bareness of the Church lay outwards, you pulled away the barbery of your sceptres and the vestments of your liturgy to prove you had no intentions to see humanity unified. 

 

If you thought it was easy to push around my father, who himself is a great man of respect, you must have lost your mind if you believed I would kneel to the raucous antics of a half-man. 

 

I thought I made the instruction to His Holiness abundantly clear:

 

1. Garner a faith that proliferates virtue and righteousness.
2. Avoid consequences of my loyal vassals in times of war.
3. Ensure unity, as was our original mission.

 

Your disdain for Sigismund gained you nothing; continuously, your shepherds found themselves prodding the side of my men, and thus myself. I offered communication, and you responded only with your belittled self-esteem. 

 

Owynists were persecuted for hundreds of years, but why is the path of revenge to mirror this persecution? We lived by the True Flame and were granted mercy by our Canonist forebearers, who privy us to the rights of priesthood and marriage, but you would deny it for those who attempt to live peacefully beneath my banner. They bleed for humanity more than your faithful shepherds, and they fight for Man. Yet your extent lay not just beyond the grasp of the Jorenic, but you then started to hurl at my other vassals of the finer faith.

 

As you continue to cause issues for myself, you then weep the cry of succor and hope that this insights some great conflict of civil-war; for what effort? To regain a mutile of influence? You have overestimated your image and relations with others. 

 

I do not think any of my vassals will stand on your side. 

 

I do not think my friends in Idunia will either.

 

That is not by my word or law, but their own accord. They can speak rightly on this themselves, or refute this. 

 

You have – in truth – made this option easier for me. I will await your next response, just understand this plainly: if the name Hadrian is written alongside the word ‘Excommunication’, you will be the first to see the gates of our Lord GOD.

 

I admit to beating your priests–they deserved it, you know they did, but your ego does not allow you to agree because ‘you want to be the ones to punish them’ as some little show of force. 

 

Father Anselm? Yes, he was killed under my orders. In truth, I did not kill him for any pious reason barring disunity. I was also not fond of the tongue he used against Argelion and his son, including the way he spat out towards them and insulted their tribes. He acted bereft of the grace of GOD, spitting out towards good men and women who aim to assist us in furthering our goals in mutual existence as friends and comrades.

 

You did not listen to my first command, so here are your new orders:

1. You will come to me for penance. You will be issued your penance -- a discussion will be held alongside my friend Argelion, and then, I will find a new Vicar to guide the flock. You will sit there and be silent until then, and cause me no further issues.

 

Flame guide you,

 

Hadrian.

 

 

[Gaja 1311]

Frederick would shrug. "Good on him."

[woke 1157]

"Yup." Sir Antonius muttered

[Pegleg_Bob 1107]

"Miy Emperor could do nothing wrong" Jack Ivan Bo Rostova states to his Ravens in the camp.

[kuerbis 3802]

Valentiná, upon finally having recovered from her fit of laughter, gave but an approving nod as the next missive was offered to her. Yet another chuckle escaped her.

[trinn 5128]

"OWYN! OWYN! TELL MY BROTHER I SUPPORT HIM!" One Joan Mariana, chased by an evil-doer in the woods, shouted to her Greyknight. 

[Chimeraof1999 1187]

"What? The Emperor actually being. . Considerate?"

 

[ContestedSnow 1435]

"Godan is good." Alric noted, raising a hand to sign in prayer.

[LithiumSedai 5750]

"Bless the wise Kaiser," uttered Egon Albrecht, shedding a tear at the beautifully worded missive.

 

[brujera 1152]

"GLORY unto Canondom, goode Husband. Cast out these heretics whom seek to see Our Empire fall to the hand of Ibleesian plots."

[esotericas 2674]

In a gold-panelled office... popcorn is popped.

[Cheese 8880]

"Another?" Constantina grumbled to the courier who delivered the second missive in a matter of hours. As her eyes pored over this one, though, her expression lit into something more satisfied. Even amused, "Oh, thank GOD His Majesty is a sensible and firm ruler." The Lady Baruch folded it in her lap, and hummed, "I suppose the Pontiff must now see an enlightened path--figuratively, or literally now."

[ChainedDragons 1374]

The devil sits there conflicted. He definitely wasn't a fan of the emperor... but.. begrudgingly. He agreed with this most recent missive.

[ferdaboy 3472]

1 minute ago, trinn said:

"OWYN! OWYN! TELL MY BROTHER I SUPPORT HIM!" One Joan Mariana, chased by an evil-doer in the woods, shouted to her Greyknight. 

"IT SHALL BE DONE!" shouted Owyn as he too, was chased by evil-doers in the woods.

[sam33497 7356]

Maximilian Caius Horen once more laughed, and simply held the haft of his blade, awaiting the pointing finger of that one who ruled the Imperium, wherever it may point.