The Excommunication of Edmund Jagiellon

[Nectorist 12869]

 

10th of Harren's Folly, 646 A.A

On the Excommunication of Edmund Jagiellon

 

Lo Unto the Petrans (and those good peoples beyond),

 

Dark tidings necessitate the authorship of this letter, a confirmation of the exercise of the Rite of Excommunication, an act that We, endowed with this most awesome and terrifying power, have not chosen to undertake without long and thoughtful prayer. As informed to Us in a series of reports and consultations over the course of a year, a conspiracy within the Petra, organized by Daemon, born of House Valkonen, gathered to supplant the natural governing order of the Commonwealth, that being its democratic institutions and liberal rule of the House of the Petra, to replace these longstanding, wholesome, competent bodies with the rule of darkspawn.

 

It need not be assumed that this wicked scheme shall shock the attentive audience within the Petra. Before Our personal intervention, several faithful and righteous Petrans, led by their Archduke, had begun to combat this conspiracy. It is not to Our surprise that they acted with decisiveness, for their adherence to the Faith, and commitment to Governance of Virtue, are values that both their cultural orientation, as well as the guiding hand of Cardinal St. Tylos, have fostered in that holy land of St. Rhosyn, she who gave her life saving others from the Ibleesian terrors that now strike at the realm of the living. Contrary to the whispered reputation it has been unduly bestowed, the Petra remains a bulwark against the corrupting influences that undermine our united Faith.

 

However, even the most readied defenses cannot save those who neglect their safety. One such soul in the Petra, Edmund Jagiellon, was found to have conspired with Daemon, aiding him in his schemes to bring the rule of the darkspawn to his home country. Thrice he was given the opportunity to confess to his sins, each time presented with the growing volume of evidence. Thrice he lied before the Vicar of God, his liege, and even the woman who bore him. When called to perform penance for his sins, to see his soul cleansed in the Eyes of the Lord, he refused this too.

 

By Our will, execution is the only remedy for the unrepentant sinner whose crimes will bring death to the innocent.

 

Owing to the man’s association with allies of those who lurk within the dark, We cannot be assured that Edmund Jagiellon is removed from this plane at any point in time. Having lived as a proud ally of the devilspawn, he may have unnatural means of bodily restoration. In order to prevent his return to Humanity, should this be the case, We, the High Priest of the Church of the True Faith, with the power invested in us by the Lord, declare Edmund Jagiellon EXCOMMUNICATED and ANATHEMA.

THE HOLY MOTHER CHURCH OF THE TRUE FAITH

Under GOD maintained by His Holiness Caius II

[Digit___ 1224]

Gilles Therin, brother of the excommunicated, found a frown permeate his usually bright countenance as he read the pontifical decree.
“Edmund, you consorted with daemons and tried to overthrow our cousins?” The Petran’s brow then furrowed, a torrent of anger held in each prismarine-colored eye. “You are no brother of mine, return to the Petra and you will perish.” He stated, a promise made to the wind as he set his emerald-green coat upon his shoulders and left his room to get some fresh air.

[MrMojoMordor 2413]

"What the F-" a horn of a Norland hunting party sounds out, blocking Witold-Leszek Helvets Jagellion's bafeled cursing.
He's a wholesome PG-13 character & is allowed only one curse word per appearance.

[Hom 1987]

35 minutes ago, Nectorist said:

Contrary to the whispered reputation it has been unduly bestowed, the Petra remains a bulwark against the corrupting influences that undermine our united Faith.

 

Despite the grim confirmation the missive provides, Alistair finds a some consolation in the High Pontiff’s words. “Progress. Never enough made, but it is progress.”

[mothsthetic 2250]

An aging Dame of the Petra nodded, smiling subtly as she read the page from the young Pontiff. A wise man he had proven to be, worthy of being the second Caius. 

[tilly 5115]

Princess Mattea Asadha, the mother of Edmund the Excommunicated, sat in a heap in the privacy of her tower in la Palais Madelaine. She accepted no visitors, no meals, and no other comforts as she grieved the execution of her son, fearing he may come back in some form she did not recognize. 
 

She thought about His Holiness’s words when they’d gotten to the end of Edmund’s questioning. Kill him, the young Caius, speaking GOD’s will, had ordered of the elven Pétrine bannerman.
 

She knew her son was in the wrong. He’d refused penance twice, and still, she’d stepped forth with the intent to hinder the swordsman drawing his blade with the desperation of a mother protecting her young from a looming threat: senseless, irrevocable, unconditional. But, she’d been halted by a stable force that was stronger and more assured than her own. 
 

Elowyn. 
 

Elowyn had stopped her from saving her son that day, yes. If Elowyn hadn’t been restraining her, the execution would’ve been halted. Her son would have seen sense and heeded her warnings. The High Pontiff would have changed his mind, and her son would’ve been with her for breakfast the next morning. Or, at least, her grief had convinced her of this. 

Elowyn. 
 

She would never speak to her again. 

[ProcaPro 557]

Alma reads over the missive with a slumped posture, hand to her forehead. She'd remembered Edmund, the poor lad, so beset by his mind that he'd been a muttering mess the last she'd seen him.

 

How deep, the huntress and Margravine wondered, was the rot doing its best to eat at the foundations of her home? She wasn't sure she wanted to know.

[AlmondSto 80]

"...."

Elacal'Maehrir throws the message to her forge furnace after reading it, being silently furious from the fact that some tend to betray their kin for little more power. It's all too familiar to her, and she procees to drown her frustration to her work. 
 

[najtik 183]

Silvya Véronica Valkonen read the missive in silence, her eyes moving steadily from line to line. She exhaled quietly as she reached the end.

 

“…I was only just beginning to know the boy.”

 

A brief pause followed. “It is… disheartening, to see where he chose to stand.” Her eyes lowered slightly to the parchment. “He should not have followed Daemon.” She said quietly. “Not like that. Not when he was still so easily led. Children mistake conviction for truth far too often.” She folded the parchment with care. After a brief pause, Silvya moved to her desk. She would begin writing an announcement.

[Navigator 4260]

Inquisitor Amyas smiled. Perhaps, it was time he ought to pay Riviènse a visit...

[KaiserJacobII 1456]

Posting the decree up in the cathedral entrance, Lothaire mutters to himself, "I still cannot fathom that his name is Daemon. 'tis like naming your son Azdromoth. 'Oh, this is my little boy, Azdromoth.. Azdromoth Miller... Say hi, Azdromoth.'"

[TrueValkonen 65]

Aedmand Zamir Jagiellon walks past the missive on most noticeboards, something he never noticed, until someone with a pitchfork made him notice

 

"Mages are still hunted! Oh well! I'll miss my friends. I think? Probably! Maybe when they stop killing mages again I can go home."

 

A lonely mage walks off, chucking out the flowers that were grown in Petra, with a genuine frown. Something he never does, yet he doesn't notice the pikes of fire heading his way