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Monsignor Clemens August von Pondt, aged and withered, silent with mourning advances to the ballot box. With his wrinkled hands he places a folded piece of parchment with someone's name on it. "God wills it."

Monsignor Clemens August von Pondt frowns upon hearing the death of the High Pontiff. "Requiescat in Pace."

Name: Giancarlo Gradic Age: 29 Qualifications: Brother of the deceased Burgomaster Gustav Gradic, Grand Burgher and patrician of this fine city. Possesses a desire to make the city great once more. Any notable sponsors: Various citizens of the city, perhaps His Holiness Lucien III.

Clemens August von Pondt sat up in his chair upon hearing his name, after much contemplation he writes a name onto the piece of paper and deposits it in the basket. "God wills it." He'd mutter under his breath as he does so.

Giancarlo Gradic nods, raising his hand, Gradics surrounding him. "My brother died attempting make this city great. I shall live on Gustavo's legacy and revive the city!" He sends his parchment notifying the City of his candidacy.

The Mayor Gustav Gradic smiles slightly as he hears news of his friend's appointment. "Excellent! It's been about time that we had a proper Marshal."

Support!

Gustav Gradic reads the thesis, nodding agreeably as he sees his younger cousin's name on the thesis. "Ah Gianfranco is becoming a churchman! Well the Gradics are rising up in this world."

The Auditor of the Church of the Canon, Abbot Clemens August von Pondt reads over the text slightly puzzled by the words. "A reformation with the intent to change church legislation? Seems like a very insignificant and petty reformation. The sole issue this John billed is in fact extremely fixable as all it requires is a proposed amendment, one that is currently being drafted in fact with the approval of important secular authorities, and a majority vote from the Synod and at last the signature of the High Pontiff for the legislature to be promulgated. I do not see the necessity for attempting create a whole new church without the structure or legislature of the Church of the Canon, when we can easily amend it with input from the aforementioned reformists."

throw me in pal

Clemens August nods as he reads the missive. "I shall attend."

A Hightower Dethroned Louis-Francis Hightower, the most recent of an ancestry long considered to be the rightful heirs to Salvus, had found himself as the most nascent dynast to the throne of the ignominious kingdom. Having rode into the city as a conquering hero, the ambitious young man of a famed heritage found himself overwrought with the responsibilities of presiding over a failing, dying nation. Louis-Francis had ruled over the city with a merciful, benign demeanor, but in spite of his best efforts the expiring kingdom remained on a decline. Regarded by his subjects as idle, lethargic, passive, Hightower had done his utmost in maintaining his domain, his citizens, and his legacy. A legacy sealed in blood. Twere not a valiant death that came for Louis-Francis Hightower, but one that had undone his good nature and left his life unfulfilled. The cunning Alen Gradic, an errant mercenary captain who had served under the King of Salvus, sought an opportunity to usurp him and claimed it at his first open chance - stabbing Louis-Francis in an underhanded act driven by ruthless ambition. The monarch was slain and in his place the upstart warlord rose to prominence. Anyone who opposed Gradic’s new regime was quickly cut down in the streets by men who, curiously enough, were outfitted with high-quality armaments and garb despite Salvus’ desolate state. For reasons unknown to the masses, the newly-crowned dictator was reported to have, the following eve, rode to the palace of Felsen alongside his band of uncouth marauders and presented the King of Oren with the ceremonial keys to the city. And so it was that the Crown of Salvus was placed upon Guy de Bar’s head. For the first time in Vailor’s history, the northern continent was completely united; its inhabitants beholden to but one ruler.

((It's a pseudo-ooc declaration of the death of humbert. But it did happen so characters can cry ect.))

HUMBERT, WHAT POWER ART THOU? To gaze upon one’s mortal coil is a harrowing prospect; for what fate befalls us when we succumb to our grisly unknowns? Lesser men are expected to stumble upon lesser fears, but what do titans weep over? When Christ could not bear witness to his own future without being consumed by melancholy in the garden of Gethsemane, we know that titans only tremble before time itself. How many men looked to the Colossus of Rhodes, sailed betwixt Helios’ sweeping legs, and were swooped up in its glory? And yet how many men may claim that fortune this day? Our own statues of liberty and sculptures of kings prevail, yes, but they too will fall as the Colossus did. So we must ask, do such fates befall legends of flesh and blood, and we must respond that the mortality of man is more known than the wonders of this world. Humbert of Bar’s status as the Titan of Faith was not ill-named. A juggernaut of theology and politics, the good Bishop stood tall to bear witness to a half-dozen kings and such a so pontiffs. The founder of Veracruz, Vice-Chancellor of Daniel I, Colossus of Canon, Regent of Faith and Defender of Schism, large of stature and cunning, Humbert dominated the Church with his presence alone. Monsignor Fabian, in 1493, wrote ‘I do declare that Humbert’s form be of particular intimidation. When he speaks, his voice is brass and baritone, and doth grant me a chill. He consumes voraciously in council, but none dare speak up to His Eminence in fear of his response; yet what he consume, he dole forward in speech, and doth spray his mind aplenty. He bears little restraint, and for good reason, for his wisdom in matters faith are unparalleled aside from His Holiness himself.’ His Eminence was truly a titan among lesser men. Yet in his own Cathedral in the capital of our dear kingdom, he was found fallen from his apartments, slain by the steps of his own stairs. His body was exhumed and laid to rest by those fellows of Felsen. It is said that Guy de Bar was restrained during the funeral for his grief was so great he would not rid himself from the good Bishop’s coffin. MY NAME IS HUMBERT OF BAR LOOK ON MY WORKS, YE MIGHTY, AND DESPAIR.

((btw can fms pin, archive all other posts in this sub topic and then rename it to the Kingdom of Salvus?))

"I am great LOUIS-FRANCIS," saith the King, "The King of Kings; this mighty Conquest shows "The wonders of my hand." The rancor of the applause following those words were deafening, for no men could restrain themselves before their rightful king. Against every odd His Majesty had triumphed before the troglodytes of Salvus and before every soldier before him, he lifted his sword, strutted upon his steed, and uttered the following words. “Let me tell you about a society… Which had bigger cathedrals than you had. Which had scholars than you had. Which had bigger squares than you had. This was Hightower Salvus. Kingston, in the height of its flowering, had over 600,000 citizens. Now, we come before Salvus, and we see one citizen, and he is Mubdee. Why, what happened? Because these are the people who forgot monarchy, and monarchy made them forget themselves. Have you seen the Kingston Palace? My god, when you look at the Kingston Palace, the eyes marvel at the architecture and artistry. It is an amazing palace, and throughout it, you will find one word. Dominance is only for the sake of Hightower. Dominance is only for the sake of Hightower. Where are those people that wrote this? Where are they? I will tell you of a person who did not write this. Do you know David Campos? He was willing to sell his monarchy for a dollar and a dime. And look before you, to see what has happened when a man is willing to sell his monarchy for a dollar and a dime. These republicans whinge about everything, they blame the Orenians, they blame the dwarves. They even blame time itself. Let me tell you something, if there is any fault with time, any fault whatsoever, it is that it has to carry the likes of them.” At the condemnation of the republicans, the crowd went frothing wild. Men hollered till their voices turned hoarse, women in labour gave birth at once before the King’s own grandeur. But he knew his work was not done yet. Racing into the palace, he sent to work on countless construction, enjoying the company of courtesans as he did so, as befit of a Hightower king. Salvus was redeemed and restored, a beacon of scholarship, monarchy, and tolerance before the civilized world.

Soren Xetas smirks elvenly, "Finally the Stauntons will die..."

have a pleasant rest of the day

A letter is sent back to both of them in response. "You are accepted."

-snip-

Prince Louis-Francis Hightower frowns as the bulletin is being brought to him in his tent. "Why do they struggle to fight for an idea that has seen it's best days behind it. The corrupt and incompetent government must be purged, and the glorious crown restored."