Esterlen

"A traitor dies a traitor's death."

Radomir nods, shaking hands with Gundir warmly. After he leaves, he turns to his father, Siegmund. "What a genial fellow."

i was moist

The Bishop-Prelate reads a copy of the discovered text out to the Ecclesiastical Synod, the various bishops and priests of the Church gathered around a long table within the Stronghold of Furnestock. The assortment of men of the cloth lean onto the edge of their seats as they listen to the monologue. When he finishes, he shuts the leather-bound tome and awaits the response of the clergymen. As they were wont to do, the clerics erupted into a cacophony of shouting and arguing. What had been discovered was not exactly a text of great prestige, no, but it brought light onto the righteous plight of humanity in acting against all elvenkind. High Ecclesiarch Radomir, seated at the head of the table with John of Darfey at his side, slams his gauntlet down onto the wooden table, calling for silence in the Synod chamber. "I find great truth in this thesis. Regardless of a potential conflict in doctrine, it provides an argument with much basis and reason behind it. Moreover it is no coincidence that we have come across such a text - I say that it is the work of God unfolding before us. I propose that we create more copies of these writings and add them to the Church's formal scripture to be utilized in preaching and canon law. What say you all?"

yusuf laughs he is avtistic as well

((Autocracy is the most efficient form of government lol This whole thing is pretty outlandish. I'm just glad it's RP and not an OOC proposal to the staff.))

((To the latter: It will be done.)) ((I didn't notice the soundtrack on your topic until after you pointed it out, so we may look into changing it for originality. It looks like they're from different Witcher games, though.))

yusuf reads notice yusuf laughs out loud 'why is it decelerating???'

The High Ecclesiarch and supreme autocrat of the Church, Radomir, catches wind of this speech in Abresi. "An interesting tale. This blind man, this oracle...his words could not ring more true. He is to be praised for his wholesome recounting of such values. If you encounter him again, I would speak with him."

Attention! The following assigned articles of past Golden Bulls are hereby revoked, to be considered null and void in the laws of Church and the Realm. Golden Bull of Dibley, Section I, Article VI vi. The bloodline and progeny of the High Ecclesiarch Franz is proclaimed to be holy yet not divine, hereby called vestarch, claiming descent from the Horen dynasty, the Carrion dynasty, as well as the saintly Sarkoz dynasty. Golden Bull of Dibley, Section I, Article VII vii. The office of High Ecclesiarch and customarily the Archbishop of Renatus is to succeed from father to son/grandson or any other individual of a bloodline deemed by the Church to be holy and vestarchal, however the son of the former High Ecclesiarch has preference over any other candidate for the position of both High Ecclesiarch and Archbishop of Renatus. In addition to this, it is hereby acclaimed that those descended from the Divine Emperor Siegmund Carrion are recognized as being of divine descent, though not divine, and are therefore to be held in holy esteem within all realms. Deus magnus! His Holiness, High Ecclesiarch Radomir I Sarkozic Carrion, High Ecclesiarch of the Faith, Prince-Archbishop of Visegrad, Prince of Oren and the Empire, Archbishop of Oren, the White Flame Dancing on the Barrows of his Enemies, Metropolitan of Abresi and the Crownlands, and Chaplain of the Keep.

righteous yimmya in battle against darth setherian

Attention! The military order going by the name of the 'Order of the Griffon' is hereby absorbed and assimilated into the Church of the One True Faith, its leader receiving the authoritative position of Lord Griffon amongst the Clergy. The Order is to remain autonomous and unified, maintaining the same rank structure as before, however it is now to serve as purely a militant wing and chamber of ordained warriors. Deus magnus! His Holiness, High Ecclesiarch Radomir I Sarkozic Carrion, High Ecclesiarch of the Faith, Prince-Archbishop of Visegrad, Prince of Oren and the Empire, Archbishop of Oren, the White Flame Dancing on the Barrows of his Enemies, Metropolitan of Abresi and the Crownlands, and Chaplain of the Keep.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IeXnjnxMshc The haggard, ruinous fortress of Ard Kerrack still stood, although only barely. It was in a pitiful state. Bricks and stones were dislodged and the entire spire of the citadel had been knocked down. Vines and roots crept over the fallen walls, their grasp a stifling reminder that the former stronghold of the White Rose had been returned to nature. Ever since the foul Adunians had been driven out of the Realm of Man, the castle had been uninhabited. In the past few months, however, it had become a haven for the Southron slavers and rogue merchants who had set up shop in the cisterns and cavernous underbelly of the once-proud keep. Its halls lay dead and lifeless, the wailing wind projecting through them as a reminder of past times. This ground was once the pride of the Empire, the seat of a kingdom and the symbol of humanity. Now, it was nothing but a rotting edifice, a maze of tunnels and secret passageways. =X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X= A clamor of swords hitting the ground, followed by that of twelve kneeling men, had resounded through the halls of the keep. "Ave the King in the West! The King in the West!" The proudest of lords, from the Lord of Sarkoz to the High Pontiff had humbled themselves before him that day. They had bent their knees as a sign of servitude to the great King in the West, old friends and comrades wishing to become part of his nascent kingdom. The bones of non-humans crunched beneath their sabatons as they subjugated the west in the name of Man - God and Saint Owyn's chosen warriors. Their realm would extend further than the Empire had ever seen before. Their epoch would triumph over all others, undeterred and unfaltered by scheming Hightowers or rebellious Sariants. Within what seemed like an instant, it was all gone. Years later, their triumph, their victory, would become nothing but ruins and dust. A deluge of spectral voices echoed in that atrium, faintly ringing throughout the empty, lifeless corridors. "The King in the West! To die for Kaedrin is to die a good death!" At last, the dark and dead halls went quiet, returning to a deathly silence. But an unshakable feeling of being watched had remained, the ethereal eyes of a party of great men never faltering even in death. =X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X= The lone soldier swathed in sable stands in the atrium, the tip of his zweihander resting against the concrete ground, his red-painted barbute obscuring his facial features. His two hands grasp the pommel of his sword as he stares into the void, the stars of a forgotten age black and cold. "Whatever they might say, I am happy to know that I have done my duty towards my people, my duty as a human, as a Kaedreni and as a loyal follower of my king. I regret nothing. If I were to begin all over again I would act just as I have acted, even if I knew that in the end I would meet a fiery death at the stake. No matter what people may do, one day I shall stand before the judgement seat of God eternal. I will answer to him, and I know that he will absolve me."

The letter is thrown away, as it is not signed. The entire purpose of this missive was to ascertain which specific settlements, lords and feudatories were loyal or treasonous, and this can not be done when people are going to send in vague, anonymous letters. If we do not know who you are, then by all rights we did not receive a letter from your feudatory.

"Thomas Chivay and Augustus Flay were both great men, but were not kings in their life."

Radomir is awed.

Radomir shrugs, reading the message over. When the dwarves threaten to 'make the king a foot shorter', he sighs. "We'll find another." He downs his goblet of wine quickly, scowling.

Franz cuts himself on all the edge presented by Christopher and Daniella. It truly is on a monumental level.

I hope to the powers above that this brings some light to the fact that VAs and MAs are hindering RP, not protecting it.