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Full Name of the Mayoral Candidate: Ciprian de la Baltas Age of the Mayoral Candidate: 51 Street Address of the Mayoral Candidate: 11 Selm

Ciprian de la Baltas had heard of the occasion over whiskey with some colleagues, breaking a two day sobriety streak that was doomed to fail. His detractions days prior at the House of Commons now rang hollow, as the Archchancellor made right the wrongs the Auvergne man prattled about. ’Well, ‘e ‘as been shocked me wit’ d’is - ‘oo could ‘ave guessed the man would be so fair after ‘is initial cabinet?’ Amongst him though were people of a milder temperament that again made little of comments - his folks reminding him of the respect men and women of both sides had showed him. Short of making any coherent point though, he kept the drinks flowing.

Ciprian had been tipped off to the news in a few meetings prior, but still did not take the tendering of his resignation very well! ”Such a good man - ‘e better ‘umour me with another chat and stroll soon!”

RP Name: Ciprian de la Baltas MCName: Olde_Publius Voted: Yes

“I do not think I could have chosen a better running mate...” Commented Ciprian, the night late as he sat by his Kriegspiel table, eying over a custom General Peter piece. It was a long night, but out of everything he read, it was Ophelia’s speech that gave him some ease.

SURNAME: de la Baltas FIRST NAME: Ciprian ADDRESS OF RESIDENCE: 11 Selm YEAR OF BIRTH: 1751 Are you registered and eligible to vote in Providence 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)): Olde_Publius

[!] Anticipation was palpable after the contentious mayoral elections of Providence - with it taking months before they were conceded at a meeting of the Commonwealth Club. In circulation though would go a poem, to put to writing and settle the issue. Should you secure a copy, it'd read as follows! [!] (Jolly folk giving it a gander!) Consider this thanks to you from me, Our task was as arduous as one could be, But we must move on and say “c’est la vie!” We have created a space to wag your chin, Tell me - do you believe in fate or fortune? For if this was fated then who’d really mind, Many dig deeper, hoping for the next great find, They writhe and tary in a silly bind! From here we venture forth as the source, Together we have become a force, Akin to a meandering river that determines the course. Good friends, allow me a confession, This poem simply details my concession. Allow this one issue to rest, For few thoughts are needed to have guessed, These sorts of beginnings often herald Oren’s best! (That being you, my comrades. Chin-chin!) Humbly yours, Ciprian de la Baltas

Ciprian de la Baltas occupied himself in front of the mirror, flexing with his undergarments' on. His wife, Solange, watched him pose for himself. "Why are you doing this?" She would inquire. "For the culture." After this session, he would inquire about the Home Office's involvement in the citylife he so enjoyed...

Cyril Eloi excitedly readies to marry his brother - he can’t decide whether to wear the red, or the purple though...

[!] Across Providence, word would spread of a speech given during the Commonwealth Club meeting at the Wicked Spider. Soon following would be an official announcement via town criers, going as follows... [!] "Mes amis - come and listen, for we have treats for your ears! Elections near, and the fair Ciprian de la Baltas seeks your vote! With a lineage steeped in art like a vase dipped in paint, the life he intends to coat the city draws no comparison. For 'The Culture', there is no closer ally than he and the Commonwealth Club. Across the city, people gather at these meetings and clamor - the excitement is palpable! For they know they will have the freedom and opportunity to rise as high as their merit will allow. Our metropolis will see said opportunity offered to all - oversight and coordination in her business' to re-invigorate the economy in these trying times. This requires more than just business acumen, but vigour - the promotion of the cities business' and events surrounding it will be akin to a vortex on minae being sank into them. Beyond this, good folk run for assembly, such as Thomas Crowden, Valentino Gradic, Evan Beckett, Theodore Napier of the Commonwealth Club. We pray that we may include the best and the brightest in these endeavors as the election nears - that you vote in favour of liberty!"

1. Full Name of Mayoral Candidate: Ciprian de la Baltas 2. Age of Mayoral Candidate: 45 3. Street address of the Mayoral Candidate: 11 Selm

Ciprian de la Baltas hears of this group and takes note! ”Eyo, Solange? D’er make-an a guild fer studying... err, studying. We should get da kids involved, vraiment!”

“A storied Pontificate becomes a historic one - it’s interesting to hear how things have changed since he took office...” Cyril would continue to converse with the animals as he worked away in the Albarosan chapel of Kaedrin, his thoughts meandering as he worked!

Feeling tremendous shame for having led the group to see his wayshrines, Bishop Cyril would begin penning a plea - a call to arms!

Bishop Cyril felt rather silly after reading this pronouncement, having just sent them a letter requesting protection on pilgrimage! ’Well, hopefully the ISA can send a detachment - or maybe the Palatine guard can handle it on their own...” Sighing, he would curse his fortunes!

To he who leads the Red Stripes, Lo to you from Owynsburg! We heard of your exploits, and I have been greatly intrigued. I hear your men are of Kaedreni stock - if true I must ask your assistance on behalf of the Bishpric of Ves. Atop Mont St Catharine, there are a series of wayshrines I have set up, and I shall be calling the clergy to come for a pilgrimage. Nefarious operators might seek to harm us as we gather in such numbers, and so it is to you I beg the question - would you lend your sword to a righteous cause? Should you be willing, I would be greatly appreciative - and willing to meet right away. Faithfully yours, Fr. Cyril Eloi Halcourt, Bishop of Ves

Good Cyril would hear of these men's deeds around Owynsburg - he would reach out to them, sending a letter right away to the Albarosan compatriot!

Father Cyril dwelled amongst the altars on Mont St. Catharine, adorning them in the blistering cold. Taking refuge at a wayshrine, he read Benedict’s work and exclaimed, ‘By GOD, those good men in Jorenus are certainly no slouches - I ought to write to them in solidarity of their efforts!’ He would do so eventually, sending holy water and other various goods they may need donated.

Upon reading the piece, Acolyte Cyril Eloi would hesitantly agree! ’There are many who adopt the cloth like a robe – some trials may be good for the clergy. I just pray I’m fit to see myself through my own!’

Symbols of Canon following the Cross Depiction of a Saint Painting, source unknown. In memoriam, we are to bear the symbols of those blessed few who walked before us and provided examples we now follow. Looking about though, you are hard pressed to sight any aside from the cross that are used correctly, if knowingly. Our history shows them to be powerful tools to invoke virtue and passions from the laity. We fair folk of the cloth though have underutilized it, and in the cases of Owynists and Flamenists of old have seen such symbols as the flaming sword perverted into completely prideful and political uses. Those of us who know well enough the stories of our prophets know it is akin to a point of a cross - one point does not make it whole or holy, but it is all four. Supposing Horen I’s Golden Laurel, which represents all of humanity, requires the Flaming Sword to protect it, it is not hard to extend the metaphor in supposing that we could damage it by using violence beyond its necessary measure. With clairvoyance - the use of Sigismund I’s Iron Globus Cruciger - that we should determine whether humanity will incur more harm by staying its hand than curing down its foes. Tempering each with one another, we gain Godfrey I’s dominion, glory, and justice, retaining the right to wield the Silver Scepter. Perhaps for those of us better versed in the Canon, these metaphors and such are frustratingly obvious - but that does not compare to the frustrations of having an ignorant laity become a heretical one. We would be remiss to let anyone else teach them even these more simple concepts. I am of the opinion that we ought to go further and advise them with the great knowledge we have accumulated. As the Saints have given their example, it is critical that we instruct others to follow them. Aside from these more obvious symbols of our faith, making examples of the more common ones - such as Tobias’ Golden Coin, or Judith of Czena’s cowl - could serve as ever present reminders to many of the faithful across a number of professions and peoples. Imagine at a meal, you have a chicken leg and think of Robert of Metz, and sip your wine from a Bronze Chalice and Publius of Petrus comes to mind - by not stressing this more, we miss an opportunity to show the omnipresence of GOD in a rather humble way! We have a Saint symbolizing nearly any activity, occasion, and person. In a follow up thesis, I will make clear the opportunity to reinforce the Canonist identity and virtue, while showing more examples of how others may cloak dubious deeds under the guise of an established precedent. Until then, rest your eyes and may GOD be with you! Signed with special thanks to Sister Anabel and the Dicastery for the Pontifical Scriveners, Acolyte Cyril Eloi Halcourt (Cited works below , as well as where to join the Dicastery)