Endovelicus

Hope you're OK James have a good night :) 

A golden haired man strode into the Cathedral of the Ascent, windows covered in black drapes, candles flickering for the soul of the Pontiff. He too had come to light a candle, out of feigned piety if nothing else. He inspected the holy place, throngs of people, dressed in blacks and greys, yet there stood Hieronymus, bright red coat. This faux pas infuriated him, of course he should've worn black, foolish idiot. His rage at himself subsided, however, when he saw a woman loudly weep nearby, hankerchief by her eyes, clearly sad. The Couentran's eyes shifted to a familiar figure by the coffin, Gawain, he too crying. Their pain and sorrow confused him. Was it faked? Like he had planned to light a candle, was this all an act? He looked once more upon Gawain's figure, legitimate sorrow upon the Gwynonese's face. Gawain is not an emotional man, being quite erratic, Hieronymus thought, it would not make sense for the Cardinal to fake his distress.

This led him to a far greater question. Why did he not feel anything? Should, at least, the slightest of tears not be summoned forth by him? After all, the faithful vicar of God had been murdered. Shouldn't this stir something within Hieronymus? He looked on, grasping his candle on one hand and his coat with another. Whenever he recognized that he was different, unfeeling and wroth, he got like this. Anxiety rose. He clenched his jaw. Why was he different? Why was he not saddened? Why did he never feel remorse? Why was he a monster?! 

He turned his back upon the coffin that bore the body, and left. 

"Ya Ilah, Andrik-Beg is truly a righteous man." Fanagur nodded, smiling. 

A swarthy man whirled around a great fire. His footwork practiced and immaculate, he whirled and whirled and whirled. "La ilaha illallah!" Fanagur proclaimed as he began spinning faster and faster, the very flame twisting and shaping itself almost by the man's will, casually flapping at his clothes but neither scorching nor burning him. "Al Ansari rasulu ilah!" He sung the rhythmic psalm, konchaks around him playing drums and flutes, others joined him around the circle. He could feel it now, his inner divinity, the very soul-essence that brought him closer to Mitra-Ilah, the bull-slayer, the ever merciful, and made him one with Him. "Woe, oh ye nations! Woe to those whose tongue do not honor the Prophet! Woe to the false preacher Avalier!" Fanagur shouted, the rythmnic percution of the drums and sound of the flutes coming to a crescendo, the vortex of flame whipping and thrashing madly. 

@JoanOfArcis actually rly horrible please ban 

Phanagoras ate a piece of mare's cheese. The fighting had been tough, for him at least. His physique is not what it once was, every slightly bump upon the horse  had sent aches through his body. He had managed to skewer one poor fellow who had the misfortune of being in his way. Truly misfortunate for Phanagoras hadn't aimed at anyone specific during the charge. He'd never been a killer, not truthfully. In his pugilist days, as a slave, whenever he had killed someone he grew melancholic, finding solace in the bottle and powders. So now he sat, eating some mare's cheese, as others partied. Odd, how men went so quickly from murder to merriment, odder still was the fact that he found in him no spirit to celebrate. 

"Fanagur! Why are you sullen, uh? Here have some kumis!" A drunken konchak stumbled towards him handing him a mug of fermented mare's milk. Phanagoras offered him a muted thanks, waiting for the man to wander off again before tossing the liquid out unto the grass. He didn't feel like partying, he didn't even want to feel like it. So, he remaining sitting, observing a dancing fire, all his aches, both physical and mental, remaining. 

"Does the Church even have the authority to trial civilians? Not to mention that there's no Canon Law on warfare, I don't think. This is all mad screeching it seems, quite amusing screeching though." Comments a certain Couentran man while smoking a premium Wett™ cigar. 

"Ya Mitra." Phanagoras exclaimed after reading the text before him, a crystalline glass filled with light beer in his hand as he sat by the shore of the Silver Isle. 

Moved by some inner force he began collecting sticks, making a big pile that he lit starting a fire. Reaching into his pocket the Rhenyari bull retrieved two small spheres of incense, his last two from his home. With a quick flick he sent the incense into the now blazing fire, a heavy scented smoke rising now. In that moment he mediated, for the first time in five years he prayed. 

The bird's chirped quietly, the sea lapped at the shore, the world moved yet Phanagoras remained in place. All was at peace. He was at peace. 

A shiver ran through Hieronymus' spine as the man heard of the health of the Count as well as his warnings. He puffed on a rich cigar from Wett. "His auguries are truly disturbing...Passions will it to be the ramblings of a mad-man though I doubt that it is so."

Dowager's Cigarette Holder: 60 mina

OOC

RP Name: Hieronymus Ramides

MC Name: Endovelicus_

Voted: Yes

SURNAME: Ramides

FIRST NAME: Hieronymus

ADDRESS OF RESIDENCE: 2 Arudan Alley

YEAR OF BIRTH: 1793

Are you registered and eligible to vote in the Western District? Yes.

Do you have any other title, peerage or military service that may conflict with becoming a Member of the House of Commons, as per the Edict of Reform (1763)? No.

If yes, do you understand that you will be required to resign or abdicate from this position should you be elected to the House of Commons, and if this does not occur your seat shall be considered to be vacant?: Yes.

((MC NAME)): Endovelicus_

Why do we carry on with our wretched miserable existence? 

And, in 2500 words, could you explain the rise and fall of the near Eastern early Neolithic natufian culture and the way that sedentarization impacted human development?

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Green Regency - 155

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Keep your chin up my guy no use suffering over mineman ****. Take a break, sort yourself out, return if you feel like it, most importantly go to the to the people in your life who love you. 

See you king

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Red Cloaked - 200

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Red Cloaked - 150m

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Jürgen, drinking his heavenly pina coladas, high fives St Amyas after winning a badminton match against a pair of aenguls.

MC Name:

         BeatusIlle

Character's Name:

         Phanagoras

Character's Age:

         36

What feat(s) will you be learning?

         Herald of Azdromoth

Teacher's MC Name:

         JoanOfArc

Teacher's RP Name:

         Helinathe

Do you agree to keep Story updated on the status of your feat app?:

         Yes

Have you applied for this feat on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app:

         N/A

Are you aware that if this feat is undergoing an activity trial and fails said trial, that you will lose the feat? And that if it is apart of the Lore Games, it might drastically change soon?:

         Yes

"Cute." Comments Stephen "Bugnanov" Carolus

Aesterwald joins the schism

16 hours ago, _Sug said:

“Do not be gay.” Said and old fashioned and revered St. Jude in the highest part of the skies as he dined with all his fellow saints. ”Or be gay. It is simply your eternal soul that will pay the price if you act on your homosex is it not this way Kristoff and Humbert? I am glad they do not crucify as we did in the past, much more civil now. So long as she does not act and keeps faith, perhaps one day she will see the skies. Dan, your thoughs?” He’d remark towards Daniel I.

“I don’t get their fixation on such things, anyhow.” Replied a spectral Kristoff in paradise, scratching his missing eye’s socket with a stump where his right hand used to be. “Back in my day people were going crazy over...oh what’s it called? Oh yes the printing press or whatever it was.” The man yawned, stretching back on a comfortable chaise longue in the heavenly palace where the saints reside. 

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Discord:

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Name (colony):

Apostolate of the Word

Archetype:

Religious Community

Mother Nation:

None in particular, support from the Vatican

Sponsoring Space Agency:

The Catholic Church if allowed

Colonial Leadership:

Oligarchic

Mission classification:

Expansion

Add. starting equipment:

1 G, 2 Population, 2 C

Background:

The first foray of the Catholic Church into space began with Blessed Simon Langford, retired NASA astronaut and convert to the faith. Inspired by the early Christians who became monks and went into the Egyptian desert in order to be separated from society, Blessed Langford and some of his disciples created various orbital hermitages. These hermitages were regarded well by the Catholic hierarchy, and this was the start of the Sidereal Monasticism movement. These are the roots of the Apostolate of the Word. 

With the increase in secularism and atheism in the west, the Catholic Church's outlook changed, from a global, open organization ready to flex its influence into a much more introspective and pastoral church. It's active members in Western nations became fewer, but those few grew in their fervor and so the steady decline plateaued. Now a new opportunity of proselytism and growth presents itself to Rome. Pope Gregory XVII has called for new church reforms and the beginning of a new Apostolic Age, he had a dream of a truly Universal Church, with its presence in the stars themselves, it was this task that the Pope presented to the Langfordian Fathers. 

With donations from the Roman Curia and Congregations from all over Earth, a colonial endeavor was started, colony ships were built and a new Apostolate under the Langfordian Fathers was started. Soon the very word of Christ would be proclaimed not only in space, but in Alien worlds! 

when will u and i play another frp like when we first met?

also, nerd.

when will u and i play another frp like when we first met?

also, nerd.