Jachnun

שלום חבר

Noel sighs, "Do what ever you have to do."

+1

I think he deserves some help. +1

+1

Noel looks to Jack nodding, "Agreed, I think I shall reward you with a new Dunamis anthem." 

Pens a song from the Southeron bard named "Ride"

Noel polishes his shoe.

+1!

Sighs reading the document, "A needless reform over the proclamation of divinity? Is this even a reform or a petition for the most arbitrary law in the canon? Every lord in this petition holds some unsatiable avarice towards the Church. Not only will this system of Free Investure be abused it will be set as a precedent for any corrupt lord of our time to twist and deform the system of free investure for their malicious intents." 

Better bring a loo for the poo!

You call for a reformation against a Pontiff who is just. You twisted his holiness' words for your own. You stand behind a cover of cowardice and snake like attributes. I plead everyone to forsake the words of this craven whoreson who speaks so ill against the just Pontiff without even having a sliver of courage to show his true self.

I would much rather be guided by a man who was rightfully elected by the honorable pentarchs years ago, rather than an inaudible tool who hides behind a piece of paper. Penalizing him over misuse of terms is foolish and redundant. 

Noel would respond to the man, "You seem to deviate off point. This is not an argument about the legitimacy of Darfey or Regulus, they were used as examples as frowned upon spiritual leaders, the same way I used Sixtus III and Daniel II as frowned upon spiritual leaders.

As for your other points, this missive is sanctioned by someone from the government in regards to the recent trial of Augustus. Now, I am arguing that the pleas against the clerical laws are legitimate, but that it is false to blame Everad for them not listening to his commands." 

Noel would sigh reading the missive begrudgingly. He goes to pen a response to the author,

To whomever it may concern, this man speaks truth of recent fallacies committed by the Pentarchy. False and Darfeyist laws written by the Clerical head of the Grand Jury. Aye, this is all true. But, Everad II has proven time and time again that he is a just and pious vicar of god, which is a trait that has been lacking since the election of Sixtus III and Daniel II.

It is false to call a reform against this just man after he CONDEMNED the trial to be held by the clerical grand jury over the actions of the late Augustus of Alsace. I plead any man who reads this responsum to think twice before having the slightest thought of doubting his holiness, and to direct their disgruntled ire to the Pentarchs who brought this fallacy upon us.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S3Z3iXyCjBg

It was a brisk afternoon, the snowy mountain tops of Salstone scaled the horizon of Vailor. He was dressed in the ancient garbs of his grandfather, he wore them humorously, wearing it to humor those in the masquerade. As he places the soft velvet coat onto his ragged shirt, he remembers the words of what his father once said, “The Raevir should not pique any interest.” he remembers the spit bursting out of his father’s chalked mouth as he shouted at him relentlessly for showing interest in the books his father forbade him to read.

He then trimmed his long wigs of hair flanking the lines of his cheeks he remembers the men of the holy Palatine bearing the silver cross upon their chests, aggressively holding his old and rugged father by both arms, throwing him into a cell, the harsh and official words of the high pontiff echoing out through the corridor, “Karolis Andriukaitis, ye’ are hereby placed under house arrest for ye’ sins against the creator.” He remembers pondering to the high pontiff of the arrest, the pontiff retorted, “It is of your mother, let it not trouble you.”

He then opens the door of his cottage, stepping out to the cold snow. As his feet trudge through the relentless snow he begins to remember his arrival to Brelus. He remembers as a boy of his 16th seed been meeting his first liege, Franz Sarkozic. He remembers how he saw him wandering through Brelus and declared him one of his own. He then stops looking out to the distance, remembering the kind lord being beheaded right in front of him.

He keeps walking, begining to hold his body together from the cold, he grips his Lorraine’s cross tightly. He remembers meeting 3 men who would change his life forever, Leon, Baldwin, and Himmel. He remembers forming the order of the Lotherangians, a brotherhood of holy men with Baldwin, whom later became his best friend. He remembers he Baldwin and Himmel fighting through the hordes of the lower Tarchary. He remembers them sitting by the soon to be Luciensport surrounded by his brothers screaming, “Deus Magnus!” He then kneels down to the ground, swiping his hand through the snow, he lets it wrinkle down his palm, he frowns. He thinks of the Griffin who turned his friend Himmel to stone.

He remembers seeing king Guy who had told him of his mother declaring to him, “It seems ye’ and Baldwin are cousins, aye?” He then remembers his cousin killing the kind king who had helped him before. He remembers his cousin being murdered by his own kinsmen. He remembers travelling to Luciensport burying the body of his deceased former friend and cousin, next to the place where Himmel’s soul was gone. He remembers passing his trials receiving the ashes of the blessed Emily Vladov by the high pontiff who he held very dearly.

He lies down on the snow shutting his eyes solemnly, he opens them seeing himself on a sunny green town on the coast of what once was tents, the buildings made of bright clay and orange roofs. He sees a man come forward to him, his beard was pale white, his skin wrinkled as an ancient piece of parchment. He looks to the old man, the old man asks, “Is this not what ye’ wanted?” he nods to the old man staring solemnly, “It is.”

He opens his eyes, surrounded by hollowed armored beasts, his neck is grasped by one of them. He shuts his eyes as his neck is crushed by the man, ling to die.

The man in this story was Vytenis Karolis Andriukaitis the bastard son of the deceased bishop and the deceased princess, he was a Lotharengian.

I would like to join

*shits on something that is taken from google images, rob roy, and braveheart instead.

yes! +1

Posters are spread throughout the Human crown lands,

REMINDER! THE FEAST IS IN 2 SAINTS DAYS,

THE INVITEES:

HOUSE D'AMURAY AND IT'S RESPECTED VASSALS,

HOUSE ASHFORD AND IT'S RESPECTED VASSALS,

HOUSE STAUNTON AND IT'S RESPECTED VASSALS,

HOUSE BRACCHUS AND IT'S RESPECTED VASSALS,

HOUSE DE SOLA AND IT'S RESPECTED VASSALS,

HOUSE CHIVAY AND IT'S RESPECTED VASSALS,

JAMES III HIGHTOWER

((FIRDAY THE SECOND 7 PM EST))

((https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/134663-the-imperial-feast-and-ball/))

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sjAWAUc_33k

Invitations are sent to every landed noble in Oren,

His Imperial Majesty JOHN I FREDERICK of the House of Horen, by the Grace of GOD, Holy Orenian Emperor and rightful Emperor of Aeldin, forever August, Apostolic King in Oren, of Savoy, Renatus, Kaedrin, Haense and Salvus, Defender of the Faith, Grand Duke of Kaedrin, Duke of the Crownlands, Levonia and Leone, Count of Felsen, Louvain, Beauclair, Metz, Jroth, Darfey and Dibley, Sovereign of Humanity and Protector of the Elves, hereby invites you and your house (no retinues) to the Imperial feast and ball that shall be held in the Imperial palace in our capital, Felsen.

Guests are expected to attend in formal attire for the ball, and free food and drink shall be supplied for any guest that chooses to attend.

The following houses are invited to the occasion,

House D’Amaury and It’s respected vassals.

House De Sola and It’s respected vassals.

House Bracchus and It’s respected vassals.

House Staunton and It’s respected vassals.

House Chivay and It’s respected vassals.

House Ashford and It’s respected vassals.

((The feast shall be happening Friday night October 2nd, 7 pm EST))

He puts the p in hip! +1

Gideon Gov sings.

Branaford mutters in heaven, "Death by misadventure.."

"I enjoy this very much" remarks Gideon Gov composing a new song of these scrolls. 

Gideon Gov throws his arms grumbling, "The Kaedrenis return to the old gods, ooga blooga to you too.."

Gideon Gov the bard begins to compose songs