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Name: Stinky Sigismund

Age: 78

Culture: Savoyard

((Username: Luchitto

((Discord: JULIO#4667

*steps into tavern, reads*

luchitto signs the petition :^)

I suggest posting this in the cultures sub-forum [link]

Other than that, it's a pretty good piece of writing, the culture somewhat reminds me of those bandits from Zelda BOTW because of the masks.

Name: Pelagius Juliano de Savin y Guillén-Santiago
Race: Heartlander, Santegian
Birth Year: 1761
Peerage (if applicable): Archduchy of Hyspia
Do you have a residence in Sutica, or are you guaranteed a residence as a government official, or are you currently in the process of acquiring one?: Yes
Address of residence (if applicable): N/A ((still waiting 4 the hyspia build to be pasted in))

Name: Don Pablo 'El Hediondo' Juan José Molina Esteban Cicerón Juan Sebastián Alemán Salvador Ordóñez of Hyspia
Race: Hyspian (loud n proud)
Birth Year: 1804
Peerage (if applicable): Archduchy of Hyspia
Do you have a residence in Sutica, or are you guaranteed a residence as a government official, or are you currently in the process of acquiring one?: Yes
Address of residence (if applicable): N/A ((likewise, still waiting 4 the hyspia build to be pasted in))

3 minutes ago, MadOne said:

Cesar De Rivera

Pablo of Hyspia scrunched his mold edged eyes as he eyed in disgust at the Trade King's grammar mistake, "Has his Serene Majesty not studied atleast basic Hyspo-Santegian?? Why is it that everyone in Sutica writes 'DE' wrong.. it's .. 'Cesar de Rivera'."

"Uhhhh.. What's a Medieval??" said a grimed Kaedrini as he worked the fields of Monte Lucienanus, perking up a light bundle of wheat. The Peasant then inquired of his friend, Rob - handing him the pamphlet, "Rob! What's a medieval..?" the man merely stood there, "I dunno, must be a mix of the words - Medicine, and - Evil. Probably connoting to a foul evil beast of whom breaths medicine out of it's snout." "That makes sense.. Yeah! An evil medicine monster." the peasant then stuffed the invitation into his grubby front centre pocket, unbeknownst to the exact meaning of 'Medieval'. 

Cardinal Pelagius apprehensively twiddled his fingers together as he skimmed thru the investigation post, perking up a slight skiddish comment before placing it back into a bin, "Yes.. shall the traitors be punished..!"

"Oh.." Cardinal Albarosa hurled all the ballots off his desk table, beginning to write letters to each Cardinal personally, "Apparently.. I was wrong! The count was right! Cardinal Jorenus is officially Pontiff." and that was that.

Cardinal Albarosa shuffled through the ballots again after all was said and done, lofting up a brow, "Er.." apparently the ballots were misread - "Three votes for Cardinal Gawain? Three votes for Cardinal Alfred..?" The Cardinal then sent word to each Cardinal of whom took part within the college, "The votes are wrong! It's three votes for Cardinal Gawain, three votes for Cardinal Alfred!" "Due to it being a split vote, the decision now goes to the diet of Bishops! This has never been done before in Canon History!"

The Vice-Chancellor then shuffled through various allots given to him by the college, tallying them. Not long after - he perked up a finger - announcing the votes toward the six Cardinal gathered within the Chambers.

"Cardinal Jorenus.."

"Cardinal Jorenus.."

"Cardinal Providentia.."

"Cardinal Jorenus.."

"Cardinal Providentia.. 

"Cardinal Jorenus.." 

A new Pontiff has been elected by the College of 1802.

Cardinal Albarosa, casts his vote.

THE PONTIFICAL ELECTION

THE CARDINAL CONCLAVE of JUDE II

The College of Jude II moments prior to the Conclave of 1820.

The revenant laymen masses scurried around the immaculate Basilica of the Ascent as if they embodied a flock of lamb faltering before their shepherd in plead of nourishment - they gathered outside the Holy Place in hopes of catching a glimpse of whatever apprises and updates in regard to the current progressional state of the college of Cardinals during their contemplation in whom they may choose to elect as the successor of late High Priest Jude II, at the same time - rallying about in preparation for the upcoming battle to be taken place against the Norland foe.

Within the whitewashed walls of the pristine Cathedral’s third floor stationed the six holy men of the college of Jude II, draped in ornate red clerical robe with merely sustain in their eyes - Cardinals determining the ensuing ambition of the Faith of Canon by so electing the future Pontiff. There sat, Robert Cardinal Rochefort, Adelric Cardinal Freising, Gawain Cardinal Provdenetia, Ailred Cardinal Reinmar, and Alfred Cardinal Jorenus - At the front centre seat sat the Vice-Chancellor Pelagius Cardinal Albarosa, preparing the long awaited rendition of the official Conclave Election of 1820 as the red Cardinals considered their final decisions.

THE CARDINAL’S SUITE

Although the day was merely of the Summer of the Sun’s Smile- the sky was dolefully overcast in a dull tint of gray, the rain still poured upon the entirety of the City of Providence as each drop frolicked upon the various erection parapets - a stark contrast to the days of when the Canonist flocks knew of a High Pontiff to submit under their Holy authority. Moreover, the tone of day was then comparable to the timorous energy lingering about amongst the esteemed college of Cardinals, their faces scoured in a manner of quiver, occasionally whispering to one another as they’d intrigue their silent pontifical desires. The clerical Chamber was tense, solemn, but atmost - Virtuous.

Thereafter, it was roughly two days since the Cardinals were summoned by the Vice-Chancellor in wake of his Holiness’s death, although - at this very moment it seemed the time was ripe, the Cardinals already procured their final decisions, and thus - the Pontifical election process finally began at that. The Vice-Chancellor, Cardinal Albarosa, rising from his flaxen seat- proceeded with a pre-written prayer as he cleared his throat;

“Heavenly Creator, walk with us as our mediator and judge to endow us with a sound mind and contrite heart in the election of the next Holy Pontiff. Grant, we pray, that by your infinite wisdom and omnipotence that whomever is chosen shall reflect your mercy, compassion, strength, and duty in the exercising of this great Holy Office. This we ask in prayer, in the name of all Aenguls, all saints, and of the universal church, Amen.”

Cardinal Albarosa then raised a single finger, signing the Lucien in benediction toward the six Cardinals, signalling in which it was then time to cast their votes - determining his late Holiness, Jude II’s successor.

ON BEHALF OF THE CHURCH OF CANON,

In Domini Nomen Oramus, Cardinal Albarosa

Cardinal Ailred @argonian

Cardinal Aeldric @MadOne

Cardinal Alfred @rep2k

Cardinal Gawain @JoanOfArc

Cardinal Pelagius @Julio ツ

Cardinal Robert @Tiresiam

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((dm me ur votes on discord too))

SEDE VACANTE: THE SEAT IS VACANT

Jude II lies dead surrounded by his Curia and laymen within the Basilica of the Ascent.

FROM THE OFFICE 

of

THE VICE-CHANCELLOR

Within the emptied desolate halls of the immaculate Basilica of the Ascended Godfrey, ambled along several young acolytes lighting nearby candles with a single flame amongst the corridors of plastered holy place. Each one of their footsteps echoed throughout the tiled Basilica, their heads dipped in solemn - they were both honouring and mourning the death of late High Pontiff, Jude II. His passing striking only sorrow and agony amongst both the laymen masses and pontifical curia.

A DECLARATION

With the death of his late Holiness, Jude II, the Church of Canon does hereby enter the position of “SEDE VACANTE” otherwise referred to as, “The Seat Being Vacant”. As a pious Canonist flock, we pray to those in both the Seven Skies above alongside with God himself that He may guide our blessed College of Cardinals to carefully and wisely elect the Pontifical successor of whom would soon adorn the laurel of the Pontifex Maximus in obedience to God.

May we children of Horen pray in which our following Pontiff who shall administer the Holy Flock with wisdom and selflessness, to not the beneficiaries of himself, to not a single Diocese, to not the indulgence of greed and gluttony - rather - may he be the benevolent shepherd of our flock, to guide the faithful in these times of squabble and conflict, may he be the vassal of God, a light in the darkness of the Iblees.

ON BEHALF OF THE CHURCH OF CANON

In Domini Nomen Oramus, Cardinal Albarosa

"These fine dames would make for great nuns.." commented Cardinal Archbishop Albarosa.

Hey, whenever you have the chance could you attempt to skin these robes for my Elf? 

It's hard to come across simple adventuring cloaks on skinning websites surprisingly enough, and I admire the way you do dresses/clothing details so I would be happy to get ahold of one of them. So if you ever feel like skinning it, thankyou in advance! 

"That nasty bastard! I shall be your death, El Matador!" Said Pedro, the Villian of Hyspia, marginally evel.

Postboxes and foyers throughout the thronging streets of Providentia would be proffered with a young acolyte in clerical frosh robes, handing you a lesser than noticeable decorated pamphlet prescribing THE CARDINAL’S GALA segment of the opulent nobish Social Season - reading;

THE CARDINAL’S GALA

of  PELAGIUS CARDINALIS ALBAROSA & OFELIA DE SAVIN 

With investment procured toward the refurbishment and renovation of the revenant mirroring Papal Apartments lying on Selm Street 10, enacted by the pious Ofelia de Savin - taking the spiritually devoted trait from her high esteemed clerical uncle, Cardinal Pelagius Albarosa, Vice-Chancellor of the Church of Canon; it is in great honour that the Savinian figurehead of the Church of Canon, to petition in the normalities and fervently of the Social Season of 1817 - we do invite those of the debutantes to attend.. The Cardinal’s Gala.

The Cardinal’s Gala will be held within the Papal Apartments due to its recent renovations as mentioned above, additioned by several events encompassing a wide array of exotic entertainment such as exampltory wines and gourmet dishes brought by the wonders and delights dedicated to the laymen by the Princely-Archdiocese of Albarosa, of whom will be mentioned below, inciting the following;

THE CARDINAL’S GALA: TIMETABLES

I. DEBUTANTE'S MEET & GREET

As petitioned by Ofelia de Savin herself, where all the willing debutantes and bachelors of the season may sign up to be paired into a pair, so that none of the ladies or lords will ever feel isolated by the extravagances of the season.

II. MARCH OF THE FOOTMEN

By the commission of Cardinal Albarosa himself, the Hyspian National army - a subject of the Santegian influenced Kingdom of Hyspia under the Archdiocese of Albarosa - will perform a extraordinary march in various choreographed military formations, displaying the glamourous uniforms and military prowess of the Saint Micheal 80th Regiment Hyspian Regulars. 

III. BANDERILLERO’S SKIRMISH

Continuing with the Hyspian entertainment transpiring within the Cardinal’s Gala - A unique Hyspian tradition, being that of a Bullfight will occur directly outside of the Papal Apartments following the 80th Regiment march. The event includes one versus one combat against a Matador and Bull, dueling until the Bull is defeated by a swift blow to its horns, cutting them off in a contest of expertise. 

IV. THE VICAR’S SERMON

To finally conclude the Cardinal’s Gala, as hosted by a member of the Church of Canon - a formally written Sermon well attuned toward the debutantes will be recited by the Vicar of the Princely-Archdiocese of Albarosa himself, Rev. Father Ferdinand of Ponce, whilst in addition accompanied by a short feast in celebration of Owyntide, and a fundraiser service for those interested in donating toward the Church.

The Papal apartments will be open to all involved within the Social Season, specifically the Debutantes and their associates, although any man or women interested in the Gala entertainment and events are free to observe as well. Furthermore, (As requested by the Chief himself) the dishes of the Cardinal’s Gala will be prepared by the Master-Chief Luigi and his intermediate kitchen, a talented Illatian cook finding his expertise in courtly gourmet meals. 

[!] At the end of the invitational pamphlet appeared to be a detailed portrait of Cardinal Pelagius Albarosa, smiling the ‘Savin Smirk’ accompanied by a depiction of the Princely-Archdiocese of Albarosa’s galerum Coat of Arms and signatures.

ISSUED & SINGED,

His Eminent Highness, Vice-Chancellor Cardinal Pelagius-Albarosa:

Duke-Regent of Savinia, Prince-Archbishop of ALBAROSA, encompassing the Diocestial territories of: Rochefort, Nescia, Cordobe, Gottsgrenze, Ponce, excetera..

SIGNED,

Her Ladyship, Ofelia Maria de Savin

of Savinia

((OOC))

Pablo of Hyspia squints his eyes, before throwing the parchment into the rubbage-bin, "This font is so.. tiny.. I can barely read it!" 

rp name: Edmund S. Tadpolington

mc name: Fly_Emirates

voted: Yes :^)

Cardinal Pelagius & co. moments before writing an apology to Philip of Crestfall.

TO THE DUKE OF CRESTFALL: AN APOLOGY

Whispers of the apparent scandalous audience between Cardinal Albarosa and Philip of Crestfall spread throughout the hallways of the Agustine Palace, the Cardinal was said to be a wretched and tempered cleric insulting the both Imperial Household the death of the Duke’s late beloved wife. There sat, Pelagius Cardinalis Albarosa in his archetypal velvet-cushioned timber flaxen chair in the Papal apartments, surrounded by two Albarosan colleagues including Episcopus Fr. Augustine Cordoba. The Cardinal nibbled on one of his favourite comfort foods; Hyspian Tamales - breaded omelette-like refreshments stuffed in melted cheese to the very tip of the tamale’s crust, alongside with Santegian ‘Cero’ cut ham slices crammed into the savoury snack’s hull. 

It was a downcast day, the once blue skies were in a light shade of grey, the amount of light bounced upon the divulged greenery was only bare, colourful leafs desperate for the slightest ray from the sun. The cold touch of a window seal was warped due to the drowsy and depressive climate, interiors froze in a sympathetic overture of numbing apprehension. This distressing grey scenery was an astute reflection of the besieged Pelagius, nervously reclined within his luxurious decorated flat with the twiddle of his fingers after a long dialogue with the Pontiff himself in response to the Cardinal’s tattled actions within the Providential gardens - pondering on recent events in a manner only a man of bankruptcy would partake. 

“I am Pelagius Julian de Savin y Gullien, Vice-Chancellor of the Church of Canon, Cardinal within the Curia of both late Pontiff Owyn III and the college of High Pontiff Jude II, Prince-Archbishop of the pompous Archdiocese of Albarosa - A man of noble Stature.. A man of power and influence.. Responsibilities given by Horen himself.. And yet.. I slip - and fall! I let my befuddled conscious heed misdoings in a time of sorrow.. The livelihood of the Church within the plain of Political endeavours lie in my ungovernable hands..”

“..Might it be the Pontiff demote me from my position as Vice-Chancellor? Will I be removed from my seat amongst the College of Cardinals? Might I be.. If Deu wills.. Reduced to mere flesh by the hand of an executioner because of my misdeeds..? I swear by the immaculate ghost of Saint Julia herself - I will never dare to sniff the slightest speck of Albarosan Powder - I will never puff the even most inappreciable ash of a bulky Rochefortine cigarette - I will never sip the smallest drop of, San Roberto Tequilla™.. Well.. maybe on the weekends? Nonono..! That is beside the point..”

“I may partake in all the personal penance I see fit, although these murmurings in private will never satisfy the Imperial courts outlook on my discrepant actions.. My legacy and ambitions are now in the hands of the Pontiff’s evaluation alongside the Duke of Crestfall himself..”

At that very moment, a stout elderly though lowborn Kaedrini butler clothed in a dapper bloodred Imperial tailcoat scuttled into the disconsolate room Cr. Pelagius and company were lounging about, previously in the service of late Cardinal Laurence Pruvia-Albarosa from years prior. The refined Lackey placing three cups of fresh Rochefortine tea top of the reflective centre table, cocking his head toward the Cardinal with a guileful smirk on his shaven face;

“Everyone in both the Imperial Courts and the streets of Providence gossip of your sordid complications with the Duke of Crestfall during the day of his wife’s funeral.. Everyone! I feel so terribly sorry for you, your Eminence.. But - alas..” The Butler paused for a sudden moment, before sparking his hands about in a celebratory-like manner..

“I have a cunning plan, your Eminence..”

“A cunning plan? As cunning as a fox who's just been appointed Professor of Cunning at the Imperial University?” Said Cardinal Albarosa, perking a brow in the slightest of interest at this pragmatic Rhoswenii man’s words. 

“Indeed it is so subtly cunning that you can brush your teeth with it, your Eminence. First.. we leave everyone be, putting on cloaks and fleeing to the outskirts of Elvenese.. Then we prepare to send word of our albeit fake, deaths-”

Father Agustine interrupted the Lackey’s ramblings of a ‘cunning plan’, pointing a finger in the direction of the door, “If an enraged cannibalistic Ork were to split your head open, the contents of your brain wouldn't be enough to even cover a mere biscuit! Get out!”

The Rhoswenii Butler scrambled off from the group of Clerics at that, Cardinal Albarosa merely sipped his cup of Rochefortine high tea, “What a Lunatic.” Said the Cardinal, added by Fr. Augustine, “Agreed. I have never experienced such tomfoolery from a Servant of our status.” Pelagius rebutted, placing the cup of tea down on the cutlery table, “However.. The butler does bring up a good point.. I must come up with some kind of plan, to combat this miniscule scandal surrounding my actions with the Duke.. before the worst proceeds to thieve my positions and prowess that I toiled all those years to build up.” The Cardinal idled there in contemplation for a few moments, thoroughly examining his cards and options.

“Well, the Pontiff has said to apologize directly to Philip, although it should be taken in consideration that a formal, candid apology has a lower chance of being recognized by his intermediate family, and therefore another route must be taken to clench this misfortune.” Fr. Augustine set down his cup of tea, “Choose your decisions wisely and carefully, your Eminence - for the future of your Clerical career and your Vice-Chancellorship is on the line..” “Aha! I know exactly what to do..” The Cardinal perked up his finger, “A formal letter of apology sent directly to the Duke of Crestfall!” The two Albarosan men of cloth forcibly clapped their hands, nodding in approval of Pelagius’s words, “Excellent!” “How Genius! Not even I can think of that!” 

And so, Cardinal Albarosa set out toward his study to begin personally writing a letter of sincere apology to the Duke of Crestfall.

THE PLEAD FOR FORGIVENESS

@BenevolentManacles

(The Letter can only be viewed by Philip of Crestfall and his intermediate family.)

To the respected, Philip of Crestfall,

God tests the will of all men, might it be the simple farmhand tiling to his wheat, or a serene Emperor who administers the vassals of the seven skies in earnest. In this specific circumstance, God has tested me, Pelagius Cardinalis Albarosa, Vice-Chancellor of the Church of Canon.. Quite nearly second to the Pontiff himself.. in fact the future of both the Church politically alongside with the well being of the laymen are at my mere fingers, and yet.. I have made a mistake, a careless one at that..

The day I stepped into the Augustine Palace to perform a Funeral Service for your beloved late wife, hours earlier I had previously been lounging about with my colleagues befuddling Rochefort Cigarettes, discussing Clerical inquiries and drafting an array of executive documents, scheduling assemblies with various Albarosan territorial domain that I would have to attend hours following the Funeral.

I was in a hurry within our meteoric dialogue - putting into account both the consumption of Cigarettes and indulging in comfort beverages moments prior alongside with my scramble for completing future Diocesan assignments - my appearance before both the Imperial Household and you was distorted, a deficient and embarrassing representation of myself that I now regret. 

I should have allowed you and your pedigree peacefully continue your lamentation instead.. I made the mistake of rushing your mourning to get the Funeral service over with, in haste. I recognize my fault and sought out individualized penance due to my actions.. I offer the most sincere apology to your household, your late Partner.. may she rest in peace.. and you, the Duke of Crestfall himself.

I fear my placement within the Curia is in jeopardy at this very moment, for I have done the exact opposite of what the seat of Vice-Chancellor is entitled to secure, my position within the Church of Canon is to regulate and benefit the Church on a political plain between the major vassals of Canonism, and yet - I have offended one of Canonism’s evidently most vital allies, being that of the contemporary Imperial Household because of my extemporaneous emotionally-charged actions.

With that, dear Philip of Crestfall - I once more plead before your graceful revered figure to please.. Accept my sincere apology.

Regards,

Pelagius Cardinalis Albarosa - Vice-Chancellor of the Church of Canon

"??" pondered Don Pablo 'el hediondo' del Hyspia.

A Rochefortine man sits in silence within the wheat fields of Redenford as he ponders on this parchment declaring a White Rose revival, "What's up with these wretched Haeners taking up traditions of the Kaedrini of old.. they aren't even related to them?!"