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THE FINAL WORDS OF A PRIEST Balianese painting of Cardinal Teodosio of Tyria enjoying a goblet of wine Dear Friends, I suppose if you’re reading this I have passed away and now find myself now within the Seven Skies. My health has not been the best in recent years and I spent more time cooped up within my farmstead than doing any duties expected of my position and rank. For that I deeply apologise and hope in my passing you can see I meant no ill will in the neglect of these duties. I was a young man living within Atrus when I joined the Priesthood of Owyn and I never expected to achieve what I had. I only wished to serve GOD, and it has been an honour to serve as Cardinal, Bishop and Vice Chancellor of the Church. There’s only a few things I wish to address in this passing note. To the people of Balian, Continue to trailblaze a future for yourselves. Build on a legacy that has been forged on years of dedication by your Fathers and Mothers. As a young man in Atrus I found myself in a precarious nation, a nation that didn’t quite understand what it was. I believe now that this is not the case and growing older it has been wonderful to see the growth of the nation and especially the growth of Canondom within it. I forged many lifelong friends with the people of Balian, unfortunately most of them have now also passed. I think ultimately that’s what binds Balian together is the friendship and love for each other. I don’t quite believe there’s another nation within Canondom with such unity for each other. Thank you all. It was a pleasure. To Canondom and the Church, As I mentioned previously I never quite expected to find myself in the position I eventually obtained and I thank the peers alongside me that made my duty easier. I hope in my passing someone else from the Church can take up the mantle of running the Church Gala as I took up that mantle from Cardinal Katerina before me. To Canondom as a whole I feel over the past decades great efforts have been made and cooperation between our nations is everso growing stronger. I hope these efforts are not all for nothing and that GODs covenant remains stronger together. Again I thank you all. I must admit as I sit here writing this note it is hard not to get tearful at all. There are so many memories, events and friendships to record down on just a single piece of paper. Maybe one day someone else will write about me… Ha or even open a tavern in my name. I do like my wine. As a final note just remember… Enjoy life, have fun, love each other and remain ever virtuous. Yours Faithfully Teodosio Cardinal Tyria.

Carles begins to ensure his children know this by heart.

THE CHURCH GALA The 4th Gala of the Mother Church In the name of God, The Mother Church wishes to announce the forth Church Gala within the city of Kanunsberg for all of the faithful flock of Aevos to attend and engage with the festivities. The theme for the event will be centred around St. Tylos of Kalden, patron saint of stonemasonry, cavalry and lost causes. Majority of the events will take place outside of the Church of the Holy Auspice and within the festival grounds just outside of the city. The program for the night will go as the following: THE WHITE STALLION’S JOUST (3pm EST) In the spirit of St. Tylos, patron saint of cavalry. The Church will be hosting a joust in his honour and veneration. The winner of the event will earn the prize of a white stallion. THE STONE’S CRAFT (4:00pm EST) It was said at the siege of Reza the saint laid his cloak over a small pile of rocks and the next morning after a night of prayer they had turned into a pile of large stones. As patron saint of stonemasons, the Church calls forth the finest workers of stone in Canondom to display their craft outside the Church. THE EVENING BALL (4:30pm EST) The festivities will conclude with a ball within the castle of Kanunsberg. The theme will be that of a white stallion to symbolise the steed St. Tylos appeared on. Thus the theme is white. The best dressed will earn a 50 mina prize. His Eminence Teodosio Cardinal Tyria.

"I love Canonism," says Cardinal Teodosio.

"The Rivian's do love to gloat about their past," Carles says to himself after the paper is delivered to him. "Though I appreciate the distinction between the two lines of our house."

The Fish Market of Portoregne A Fish Market hosted by Baron Carles Galbraith A painting depicting a local fisherman stocking his stall at the harbour with a range of fresh fish Dear people of Balian, The Baron of Castelorena will be hosting a fish market at the harbour in Portoregne next year, 1931. He calls for all those that love seafood to come on down and buy the freshest fish in Southern Aevos. A range of fish will be sold including the local speciality, the Azuro Tuna. If other fishmongers wish to set up a stall too, contact the Baron Carles Galbraith. Instruction how to prepare fresh fish at home by yourself will also be taught. The Baron hopes to see you all in attendance. GOD bless you all. His Lordship Carles Galbraith of Castelorena. OOC: 28th June, 4:30 PM EST, Balian Docks

The Cardinal is pretty sure there's four prophets but it's allowed as the lectors are based.

Cardinal Teodosio was out visiting Aaun when he heard the news. He struggled to find quick safe transport back to Balian. When he returned it was all too late. For a man who is always quite resolved he broke down in tears upon returning to the city. He walked to the Church and sat in there for hours praying for his dear departed friend. "You're with GOD now my dear friend. Up in the Seven Skies."

The Cardinal wonders if she will post him some fine delicious Ba'asi wine he grew accustomed to whilst on an educational visit years ago.

Full Name of Man - Waclaw Jazloviecki Date of Birth of Man - 1907 Full Name of Woman - Isavella von Theonus Date of Birth of Woman - 1905 Location of Ceremony - Holy Church of the Auspice, Minitz Date of Ceremony (Year) - 1929 Name of Clergyman who performed ceremony - Teodosio Cardinal Tyria

FULL NAME: Carles Galbraith AGE: 39 RACE: Human RELIGION: Cannonist (Owynist) ((MC name)): greener161 ((Time Zone)): GMT

Full Name of Man - Carolus Ivan Colborn Date of Birth of Man - 1896 Full Name of Woman - Sierra Weiss Date of Birth of Woman - 1901 Location of Ceremony - The Everaradian Basilica Date of Ceremony (Year) - 1928 Name of Clergyman who performed ceremony - Teodosio Cardinal Tyria

Full Name of Man -Brendell Asjborn Aleksey Colborn Date of Birth of Man - 1901 Full Name of Woman - Via Catalina Weiss Date of Birth of Woman - 1904 Location of Ceremony - The Everaradian Basilica Date of Ceremony (Year) - 1928 Name of Clergyman who performed ceremony - Teodosio Cardinal Tyria

Full Name of Man -Theoderic von Theonus Date of Birth of Man - 1905 Full Name of Woman - Calla Veiel Date of Birth of Woman - 1906 Location of Ceremony - Holy Church of the Auspice, Minitz Date of Ceremony (Year) - 1928 Name of Clergyman who performed ceremony - Teodosio Cardinal Tyria

Teodosio thinks to himself that this has already been discussed within the members of the Curia. "Patience is a virtue", he mutters to himself reading the missive.

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Full Name of Man - King Georg Sigismund Tuvya Antonion Barbanov-Bihar Date of Birth of Man - 1873 Full Name of Woman - Princess Sofia Camila Velentina Isidora Ravn de Pelear Date of Birth of Woman - 1887 Location of Ceremony - Basillica of St Henrik Date of Ceremony (Year) - 1923 Name of Clergyman who performed ceremony - Teodosio Cardinal Tyrua

"GOD rest his soul," mutters Cardinal Teodosio after hearing the news of his dear departed friend and more importantly, drinking buddy.

Teodosio Cardinal Tyria submits his vote into the ballot box praying he made the correct decision.

Cardinal Teodosio thinks about it and then laughs to himself, "Nen I'm good."

THE PONTIFICAL ELECTION OF 1920 THE CARDINAL CONCLAVE OF PONTIAN IV The Cardinals of the Canonist Church attend the Basilica of Saint Heinrik to begin their voting process. c 1920. DECLARATION FROM THE OFFICE OF THE VICE-CHANCELLOR His Holiness Pontian IV has been laid to rest after his funeral within the Basilica of Saint Heinrik in Karosgrad. The time has come for the Cardinals of the Church of Canon to gather within the Basilica of Saint Heinrik to cast their vote and not emerge until then next Vicar of GOD has been chosen. An immaculate box has been set up beside the altar ready for the Cardinals to cast their vote and preparations have been made for their long stay during the voting process. We pray that the Cardinal College can come to a quick decision where agreements are met so the Canonist Church can usher into a new age with a change of leadership. “Let us pray that GOD will grant us a shepherd who will lead us to ever greater unity and love, that our Church may shine in GOD’s light for the whole of the world and Canondom to see.” With the power invested in me as Vice-Chancellor, I hereby summon the College of Cardinals to Conclave to elect our new Pontiff. Armand Cardinal Allobrogum Cyrus Cardinal Albarosa Patriarch Iosif Cardinal Jorenus Antonius Cardinal Saint Caius Teodosio Cardinal Tyria ON BEHALF OF THE CHURCH OF CANON In Domini Nomen Oramus, Teodosio Cardinal Tyria

Cardinal Teodosio approves of the service upon hearing the news looking at his missing left arm.

A public response is penned to the King of the Barrowlands, To the most esteemed King of the Barrowlands, It is with deepest reverence and humblest submission that I take pen to parchment to address your inquiry regarding the venerable relic that depicts the fabled duel between your illustrious ancestor, Harren, and the the father of the uruk people, Krug. I would be remiss if I did not express my profound admiration for your own legend and feats of glory. You are a shining exemplar of a noble monarch, a model of wisdom, chivalry, and piety in these turbulent times. Your unwavering commitment to the precepts of faith and your unflinching defense of your people's liberty and well-being are truly an inspiration to all who seek to follow in the footsteps of a true warrior. As Vice Chancellor of the Canonist Church, it is my sincerest desire to provide your Majesty with the fullest measure of erudition and guidance, and to do so in a manner most pleasing unto the eyes of the Almighty. It is my most holy duty to inform you that while we are most delighted to grant your noble people access to the aforementioned relic, it is our most solemn obligation to rectify any and all misapprehensions regarding the duel, however well-intentioned they may be. Indeed, the Canonist Church upholds the tale of the Krugin Targe as the only veritable account of the fateful encounter, for it provides profound evidence as to why Harren will march alongside Horen in the final days of our existence. Your venerable ancestor, and Horen's eldest son, Harren, was a complex and troubled figure, burdened by the weight of his father's murder and the bitter memories of his homeland's loss. Although his actions later were undoubtedly regrettable and unbecoming of a pious ruler, we must recognize that Harren was driven by a fierce determination to reclaim what he saw as his birthright and to avenge the wrongs that had been inflicted upon his family. Unlike his brothers, who chose to turn a blind eye to the injustices that had been done to them, Harren bravely took up the mantle of his family's cause and fought with all his might to reclaim his rightful place in the world. In this regard, his legacy is one of great fortitude and sympathy and we must strive to remember him not only for his failings but also for his many noble qualities and accomplishments. Yet, it is imperative to note that the cherished policy of the Canonist Church must be held inviolate, and we must avow that the notion that Krug was slain in the duel is a grave error. According to our most venerable records, Krug lived long beyond the reign of Horen, Harren, and even Owyn, and although he, by this account, seems to have lost the duel to your most illustrious ancestor, he survived the ordeal and can only be imagined as emerging a transformed figure, purged of some of his innate pride and untamed ferocity that had led him to wage such a fratricidal warfare against the humans. It is evident, at least from the account of the Krugin Targe, that Krug lost the duel not due to a lack of martial prowess, but rather due to some desire of atonement for his previous transgressions against his own kind. Nevertheless, that should not dismiss Harren of a certain courage in confronting his father's killer when few else would. Krug and Harren's depictions by Antero are a reminder to us all that even the greatest of our foes can be redeemed, and that forgiveness and compassion are the hallmarks of our faith, and why Krug will walk with Horen and even Harren in the final days. With all this said, it is with great eagerness and anticipation that we await the opportunity to reveal this sacred relic to the people of Barrowton, so that they too may take pride in their noble heritage and the illustrious deeds of their forefathers. And who knows, if the High Pontiff-elect deems it fit, perhaps the relic may one day be turned over to your royal custody, serving as a symbol of the enduring friendship and mutual respect that exists between our great nations, and a shining testament to the unyielding spirit of the holy Canonist Adunians. May the blessings of the Exalted be upon you and your noble people, most reverent King. With deepest piety and respect, The Vice Chancellor of the Canonist Church.

SEDE VACANTE PUBLISHED BY THE PONTIFICAL CHANCERY On the 15th of Owyn's Light, 1920 The Arms of the Canonist Church under Sede Vacante It is with the utmost sorrow that the Mother Church announces the passing of His Holiness, Pontian IV. On this day his Holiness passed whilst enjoying his favorite pastime of fishing upon the Reden River. Enthroned in the year 1886 and passing in 1920, his Holiness reigned for thirty four years where he served Canondom with virtue, dedication, kindness and compassion. He accomplished many goals during his time, the foremost being the modernisation of the Church. THUS, With the passing of the Holy Father, the Church of the Canon hereby enters the position of “Sede Vacante”, otherwise named “The Seat Being Vacant”. We pray to God, all the Exalted and the Saints, that He will grant wisdom to our College of Cardinals to choose a successor that is pleasing to Him. We pray that our new Pontiff be protected from the evils of sin, from greed and gluttony, from pride and selfishness. Rather, may he be a benevolent shepherd to the Canonist flock, guiding all the faithful through the troubles of our world, remaining obedient to God, serving as a light for those stuck in darkness. The funeral for his Holiness will be held in one Saint’s Day time by Patriarch Iosif within the Basilica of Saint Heinrik in Karosgrad. All those of the Canonist faith are welcomed to attend, more details will be announced shortly. Following on from the funeral, two days of mourning will occur before the Cardinals will be summoned to conclave to elect the new High Pontiff of the Church. ON BEHALF OF THE CHURCH OF CANON In Domini Nomen Oramus, Teodosio Cardinal Tyria, Vice Chancellor

PROCUREMENT OF A MYTHICAL RELIC THE KRUGIN TARGE The 23rd of Owyn’s Light 1920 On behalf of the Canonist Church and the Pontifical Estate, I hereby announce the recovery and translation of the Krugin Targe. This item is a notable relic of Adunian origin reclaimed by the Pontifical Estate during the Schism War centuries ago, but the full story of such a relic was not understood until recently due to its inconspicuous nature. For centuries, the shield had been left in the pits of our pontifical reliquary, overlooked for other religious items of import, before one of our chamberlains noticed that it possessed a thin, fine script that sheds enormous light onto one of the eras depicted in our holy Scroll of Gospel. With the help of Balianese Harrenite scholar, Mr. Theobert Napier of the Royal Balianese Academy, we present these findings to the Canonist world, eager to share the account of Antero, witness to the legendary duel between Harren, son of Horen, and Krug. Vice-Chancellor, Teodosio Cardinal Tyria The Krugin Targe is a High Adunian targe found at the base of the River Petra. The shield is marked with Old Harrenite script in rings around its center, separated into three sections by rings of iron. It details the Krugin Kohde, a saga of Harren’s lieutenant Antero of Alduun, who claims to be one of many bystanders in the desert of Kramoroe that bore witness to Harren and Krug’s mythical duel. THE OUTER RING The words of Antero, rider of Alduun, the son of Garavion and Ealasaid Elfblood: Here I carve my witness of the kingly deeds of Harren Horenson and his sorrow at Kramoroe. On that day I ought have died. Therefore let this targe be set upon my breast, that I may plead my long life worthy before God and my shade not rise to trouble my kin. Our kingdom was the mightiest in the four corners. We rode on swift and handsome Wildewynne steeds. Their like shall never be seen again, for they were the grandchildren of those made when the world was new. All things are as such in our time. We are the children and grandchildren of those who came first. Our king kept the richness of those days in his heart, yet he raged too greatly at their loss. Ever we mourned the death of the Horen Allfather, who was struck down by the thralls of Krug, the King of Orcs. We still reckon our years from that kinslaying. It is the word of my sire that then, with thunder, the heavens were set to their turning. Our king mourned Horen Allfather greatest among us, for that King of Man was his trueborn father. The soul of Harren Horenson felt all things as such. He mourned greater than any man, and made merry greater as well. He had the richness of the world in him and the blood of the prophet. Therefore we rode our steeds out of the mother of forests into Kramoroe, where Horen Allfather once ruled. Our king would take no weregild for that loss. We had reaped our payment from the necks of Krug’s folk for many years, and here their last stronghold brooded upon the bones of our forefathers. The greenfolk rambled and raced riot in the roads before us. We ran them down as a steed tramples on the turf, and we took back the tall towers of Aemon and Daemon. My heart reveled in the rightness of it. There was revenge for Horen Allfather. Many fastnesses had fallen in our foray into this land, and never before had the King of Alduun forsook the feasting and mirth of plunder. But he did not drink with us on that day. He was dreadful and deft-handed, delighting in the deaths of our foes. His eyes sought not for plunder but only for his uncle, the murderer of his father. So we took no more drink, and we left off our ransack and the reckoning of riches. Few watchmen were set over what we had won. Harren Horenson took up his hammer, and with our host he rode to the leanest length of the land of Kramoroe, where two seas crashed upon the crags and howled at the heavens. THE MIDDLE RING There was Krug Brother-Butcher, who we beheld as twice the bulk of any orc. Our king was not the tallest of Horen’s line, yet he was the loftiest among us and the liveliest of soul. But here between the edges of the seas, the great soul of Harren Horenson went out of him. I am not wise enough to say what that sight meant. But in my mind I have called it the sorrow of Kramoroe which I hew upon this targe. Let my telling be true before God, that my shade may not rise: The King of Alduun came down off his steed and brought his hammer up in a threat, and beckoned for his uncle to come forth. The King of Orcs laughed at him, and the last of his orc-fighters glared ahead and shoved each other, wishing to witness this kingly clash. The men of our side did as well, though we more worried than them. The Orc-King said to him “Harren Atheling, well-done! You’ve thrown back my warbosses and wrecked this old waste. You are come many years from whetting my weapons while I wiped out the imps of the Great Liar, many more from carrying my water and roasting my rations. Is this the day you become the hero Horen was?” Our king was filled with rage. Many times we had seen this with great dread, but on this night we grieved and were sorrowful. Once the rage of Harren Horenson had seemed to us the rage of the old days, the anger put into our hearts at the start of things. But now he faced Krug the Kinslayer, son of the first man, who had fought the Great Liar and lived before the reckoning of years. Yet our king was not dismayed, and even today I still love him for this. The King of Alduun cried out “You speak his name as a brother and a man of his household, even as you stand upon his spilled blood. It was in this land he fell unfairly to your thralls. To kill the Father of Man in his sleep! You have no honor.” Now Krug King-Killer’s soul awoke before us, and we saw the rage which once struck down the Great Liar. He said to our king “Since that bad chance I have not trusted the work of a thrall. Yet the dishonor is not mine, but my brother’s, for he fell to mere harriers sent only to drive him to me. The missed glory of that fight is still fixed in my mind.” Our king hefted his hammer, and spake “And mine as well, for my father ought’ve bested you, had you a shred of honor. Now that glory is my birthright; come and give it to me, thief.” Now Krug shifted to a bearing of battle and steadied his stance. His soul awoke before us, for his rage had once struck out at the Great Liar. He spread his shoulders wide and spoke to our king “It can only be taken.” With a snarl, he continued on. “Have you the strength? The last we had sparred, in your father’s war camp, you trembled like a boy, Harren Atheling.” And Harren Horenson returned “This is no spar.” He spat into the sea, and ran forth. They fought a fearsome fight. THE INNER RING The sand was slick and the shine of the moon was only a sliver, yet these kingly two did not stumble or slip. They both struck out with the wrath of years, as do wolves of the same father. Now I must carve what I have feared to say in my life, and have dreaded all these days to put upon my death-targe. Yet I cannot carry this knowledge into the endlessness of death. Thrice was Harren Horenson overcome, and thrice he ought have died as well as I. Yet the Orc-King stayed his own spear, or it seemed that he could not strike true. His soul had tired before his strength. It seemed as such to me, but I could not ask the other men, even in the seasons since. Each time, the kings split and slammed each other back into the hordes of their own men, and their speech was that of spiteful sorrow. The Orc-King said “You have my brother’s bearing, but not his soul! There is more of me in you, for I taught you this bloody way. Horen, his heart suffered even at the slaughter of imps! I do not know whether to slay you or slap you on the back.” And this first time, the King of Alduun did not speak, but only grunted and spat blood into the sea. The second lull it seemed that Krug was sullen, and nearly showed his neck to Harren Horenson. But he did not. Instead he said “I am glad almost, to see your father’s face upon you, for now I see it full again but for those few bruises. Last I saw that face, ‘twas choked and bloodless; the neck of my goodly brother girded with goblin’s gripping hands.” He shuddered, uttering “It’s all I’ve known these nights, since my spotters spied your coming. Yet now I know it anew.” Harren Horenson was truly roused. He ripped at his raiment and raved, heaving his hammer hand “I wish that I should say the same, but there is nothing of my father’s fairness in your face. It has the fangs of a beast!” Now they tore at each other with such might and hate, it seemed as if the stars would slip from the sky. The men of both sides shrank between the cleaving of the kings and the cresting of the sea-swells. Kramoroe would sink before one threw down the other, and the kings were cast back at last. Our king called out, his mood calmed, “I may’ve little of my father’s friendly heart, yet still enough to forgive his brother for his sake. Soon his ruling wreath will rest upon my brow, and I will wash your wounds in holy waters, if only you will swear that you rued his killing.” But Krug shook his head, for he did not believe such a thing could ever be. He ran forth into the fray and for the third time he nearly felled our king. Yet again, Krug could not help but stay his own hand, and he growled at the King of Alduun, “My hands are stained with blood now, and I have only blood to wash them! I will not swear I rue his killing, but only how it was done. Curse my foe-hearted thralls! Gladly I would have bested Horen, but only in the honor of such a feud as this. Surely our father’s Maker could not–” This time Harren Horenson did not wait. He brought his hammer down upon the throat of Krug the Kinslayer, his own uncle. His body fell into a ravine, and Kramoroe was won, and the sorrow was finished. This is the witness of Antero of Alduun, be it true before God. Let me be reckoned worthy.