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  1. In his infrequent visits to Whitespire, at times with or without his industrious-in-spirit friend (Bishop C.), it occurred to Fr. Elim he really hadn't seen the Reverend Mikhael as seldom as he used to, to exchange riddles or as more suited them, random disgruntlements. Some occasions later, his memory already abandoned the existence of the man. At some particularly windswept morning, he had heard in brief passing mention of Fr. Mikhael's death. He dawdled for some time, and then resumed his morning. He knew not whether to attribute his teary eyes to the wind or to that tiding, or to the teariness of most people his age, but his mind decided to do something other than question it.
  2. The incessant shaking of his hands had exceptionally peeved him that Owyn's Flame morning. Although the rattling carriage made it no easier for his grip, he could not ignore his own hands trembling. It had been getting worse gradually for a while. It began, he suspected, when he reached for a high shelf from atop a stool in the library of the Lemon hill sacri cordis monastery. He hoped to grab the Commentaries on the Sayings of Abba Amon the Martyr, a 15th century manuscript he intricately researched with Brother Rhodri of the Scholastic Fraternity in years past, yet in his effort to reach it made a jostle and stretched a nerve. First his back irked him only once a week, but within three moons he could not ignore the accompanying tremble of his limbs whenever he held a magazine or sipped tea, and especially when writing. If his wrinkly visage, distinct tiny spectacles and bending back weren't enough thus far, now it had finally dawned on him that he had involuntarily entered into the overdue latter part of his life. While his lifelong friend had worked in earnest to repair the injustices that prevailed in this mortal, fallen world, his own spirit never endured the arduous quest quite like his colleague's. Lately, since retiring a ministerial desk in the Holy Office of the Bishopric, he had a dangerous inclination at heart to secure his own salvation before that of the sinful. So he kept strictly to the monastery and the grotto, never leaving the hill, adhering to as private and withdrawn a routine as he could and shunning any of the worldly news and developments that trickled down from the Bishopric bulletin or the sayings of the farmhands. He knew his scruple to be wrong, because it had been his prime life's work to perform good on behalf of others, and a staple of the priestly office he maintained for all the decades of his life. In the proselytizing missions to elfen villages across the mosquito bay, in the fringes of the nordling wastes and amid their cousins-in-Joren, and any other of the heartland metropoles to their south, but most joyously between the seminarians and the lecture halls of holy schools in Lemon hill and past. But perhaps those redemptive efforts of his earlier years themselves are what he lost his spirit by. It seemed to him then and now especially that sin hadn't withered at all, and that cleaner, greener times were always on the borrowed time of the pious. Thereby for a long time he indulged in the self-convinced vice that he, before any wayward wretch he came across, should work his own penance, and attempt at least his own vindication, and pass from this life without a nestling anger or a failed, unfinished mission. But that logic he set for himself still very dreadfully ached him, despite the pretense. So his hands shook, a constant reminder of his bodily expiration, as he read his friend's publication from inside the tiny black carriage. It was a break from norm, and something he detested because it still stung his heart to see the same vehement pride of princes, who confuse themselves as ultimate sovereigns instead of subordinates of the ultimate, and the Bishop's neverending zeal in their rebuke. He remembered the same lowly, dismissive remarks, the same sulky bureaucrats whose pride and loyalism wholly forgone the very basis and purpose of their demesnes. At last the carriage stopped, and the driver opened the door for him. Blinded briefly by the light, he donned his black biber hat and, wearing his best black habit with a tucked ruff and a heavy lorraine cross chain, ventured out to the yard of the Bishopric office. Hesitating, he weakly turned and remarked to the Lemonhill driver. "Evil does not rest, Mr. Vince, eh? Then why should we?"
  3. epicethan no question just glad to see u around still lol
  4. Father Elim converses lightly with Bishop Callahan on one of their weekly treks between the dioceses. Callahan offers: "While there is certainly no controversy in your waiting for the affirmation and and sworn oath of the absent signatories, and commended in your seeking of peace to these ends that no man should find aggregious, the unease surrounding the Ruskan-King and his refusal to swear to this oath is not sourced in either his compulsion, nor his free will, nor even the good will of those sent in his stead. Simply, the King-Haense did not swear to the oath before God, but surrendered his word unto a piece of paper presented by the Church. This is, symbolically, nothing short of a mockery directly repugnant to the function of the Church, and to the High Pontiff, Vicar of God. It is as to say he shall make no oath to God almighty, but to the temporal institution known as the 'Church' he shall capitulate- these are the garments of Babel and an insult to the Church, who presents this document in the name of God. Had he not signed the document, perhaps, he may say, and say rightly: "I shall withhold until mine counterpart is present to swear alongside me." All the same, we pray that the two may come together to swear to peace rightly, and humble themselves before God." Father Elim nods his head "indeed."
  5. A THESIS ON: THE COVENANTS OF THE EXALTED & THE MODERN TRIBULATIONS THEREOF 11th of Godfrey’s Triumph, 1808 Horen's kin was blessed twiceover. Not only in being birthed with life, as were the rest of the brothers in creation, but with also the most paramount task in the universe; to carry out the Will of God. It was Horen's faith in God when all others had abandoned Him that granted him and his progeny favor with the Lord, and for the same reason it was them who were chosen to enact His plan. In God's omnibenevolence and love for His children, the Covenants he ordained serve not Him only, but serve to see to the good of all creation and for the salvation of the universe as a whole. These selfless covenants of Mankind to God stand as unstirred principles in the Canon and its Church. In essence; it is the plan He has set for us, his descendants, and it is only through total and unfaltered adherence to the Covenants in the conduct of both the Individual and Humanity, that salvation can be made real. The Covenants are the preparatory milestones God set before us in our trial for universal redemption and paradise. These would climax in the prophecy of Auspice, whence Good shall overcome and annihilate all Evil. It is therefore that only through labor can our Godgiven tasks be fulfilled, and the vision of Paradisius be made real once more. To delay further and on the mission we were bestowed will lead to damnation, for evil grows with sloth and neglect, and lest we act; we shall fail. "And before the commoners, the first condemns temperance, and gluttony is exalted. And the second condemns diligence, and sloth is exalted. And the last condemns faith, and doubt is exalted. So the world is a pit of suffering." (Auspice 1:23-26) COVENANT OF INSTRUCTION: Exalted Horen When the descendants joined forces to bring about the defeat of the Great Deceiver (cursed be his name), they were blessed by the Aengul Aeriel to alleviate their curses. God, however, did not permit Aeriel to bless Horen, for Horen was to be pledged to Him for his faithfulness. Ascending him to the skies, God bade Horen with the first Covenant; bestowing upon him the Scroll of Virtue and promising him that three of his progeny would succeed him as both rulers of Man and Prophets of God. The Covenant of Instruction describes the universal destiny of Horen's kin as shepherds of faith and morality amid the other races, and that they shall be a light unto the nations. This sacred vocation demands that the Word of the Canon shape and influence the cornerstones of law and tradition in all human societies, and that the personal conduct of both Men and their Kings be forever rooted in virtue. That vocation also entrusts Man with the role of shepherding those led astray from faith and in leading by spiritual example, and to strive for the establishment of Godly qualities all throughout the world. COVENANT OF PURITY: Exalted Owyn The Owynian tale and ethos centers around the the cycle of Redemption; I. disobedience (sin), II. repentence (sorrow), III. penance (labor) and IV. deliverance (mercy), which all Canonists at various points in their lives come to experience. The sacred Covenant Owyn was entrusted with prophesying revolves around his absolution from sin through penance. In purifying the wicked and corrupt from the realms of Man and ruling in their stead virtuously and justly, he was redeemed of the grave sins of wrath and kinslaying. The realms of Man today, as descendants of Owyn by blood and spirit, are too entrusted with maintaining the purity of faith and blood he ordained in their communities. The unholy, corrupt and unrepentant are to be cast away, as they were by Owyn, and the influences of their evil be utterly rejected and shunned. In our modernising age, sin has grown to take new and evolved forms to pollute and seep in society. The worship of reason, the acclamation of debauchery, the toleration of impurity in blood and apostasy. In upholding the Covenant of Purity, Canonists must beware all these temptations, and fervently observe the seven Virtues. In addition to the Purity of Faith, Canonists must too heed the Purity of Blood. God has birthed the four brothers and made them each distinct. Each was cursed by Iblees (cursed be his name), and each of the descendant races were ordained their own paths. To taint one’s blood with the blood of another, not of his kind by nature, is to beget an abomination, and damn it to sorrow and misery. Harren took upon himself an elfwife, and his people mixed with elvenkind. Their course was sordid and full of vice, as they were impure of both blood and faith. Today, when the identity of nationhood no longer applies to its native peoples, the similar sin of miscegenation is given headway. Us, Faithful, must tread with great caution, and find zeal in our hearts to reject these harbingers of impurity, so that the Covenant of Purity might be enacted, and Goodness be allowed to reign supreme. COVENANT OF SOVEREIGNTY: Exalted Godfrey The Covenant of Sovereignty ties back to the promise of God to his first prophet, Exalted Horen. For his fidelity, he was promised his offspring would be blessed in leading Mankind as both kings and prophets (Gospel 2:71). Exalted Godfrey would come to continue that promise in its direct interpretation. As Exalted as well as first Holy Orenian Emperor, Godfrey united the human realms from the chaos of brotherly rivalry and fragmentation as well as the yoke of nonhuman conquest. He affirmed the pureness and holiness of a Human ruler over Mankind and of human independence. He swore to the Lord the Covenant of Sovereignty; that whoever sits on the Throne of Man, shall be neither elf, dwarf, orc nor magi, and that only Man shall rule over Man in purity. THE COVENANTS IN OUR TIME and the MASSACRE AT ST. HEINRIK'S BASILICA Opinion Essay by Acolyte Elim Temmeck de Langford-Sadre; "My sincere hope is that every Canonist wept the day of the Diet of Karosgrad, yet doubt of that firmly grips my heart. The stabs suffered by the reverend priests and holysirs at the corner of that House of God had preceded their bodily injuries, and the blood of the martyrs had spilled far beyond the steps of the aisle. The Church of the Canon was wounded, mortally, when the bells of realization rung through the faithful world. That sacrilege and homicide, both grave sins that in my life I could only imagine to be described in text, were enacted. Not on a whim, not by a cowardly assassin or a dark mage on a rampage; but by our anointed and their hosts. A nakedness of evil was unveiled that day, but what pains me even more than the bare cruelness that was granted free reign in the Basilica, was the injustice that followed. No marshal was held accountable for the order, no King was critisized for his wicked smile, no soldier tried for his crimes. There is loyalty to a nation, and there is loyalty to God. Conviction to a miniscule and temporal nation, when put in comparison to conviction to the Creator of the Universe, is hard to describe in words. Yet time and time again I fail to understand how could man be compelled to commit such cruelties in the House of God, upon fellow Canonist ministers, in a Diet of repair and mending? It was the Archdaemon Iblees (cursed be his name), who committed the most grave sin of seeking to equal God. It is him, too, who is condemned from all goodness and seethes in wrath and envy from the depths of the Void. It is him, too, who shall be exterminated come the End of Days, and his servants which shall be overcome by the forces of God. How, then, is it that the rulers of Man and their leal servants, put faith in man over faith in God? I fear to think it to be true, yet the silence which ensued following the massacre, and the inaction in delivering justice only leads me to fear the worst. When put in context of our Covenants with God, of our sacred vocation to follow His plan for salvation in the Seven Skies, it is all the more horrid. The Covenant of Instruction was defiled; virtue was absent in its entirety from that assembly and its perpetrators. The state of the Covenant of Purity, too, is now all-too-reminiscent of Harren’s betrayal in the Holy City. The Covenant of Sovereignty was almost undone; the promise that the impure shall never reign over man treads on a fragile line - Whom, who derives their legitimacy to rule from the very Church they ordered put to the sword, can proclaim to still herald those Canonist principles? The Canonist realm and the Faith is in a state of deep disrepair. The evil, which for a brief moment unveiled its teeth, returns under cloak, and all again appears at peace. I can only pray that the questions which endlessly resound in my mind cease soon, and that Faith be mended in full through the world. The fate of the wicked is doom, for God is on the side of the virtuous.” THE BISHOP'S ADDRESS: “In light of this text, I beseech all Faithful; in obedience to our sacred contract with the Lord, to first adhere to His law and be virtuous, and secondly to spread His word, so that both the wicked and the unaware can know of His love, and lastly to expel all sin from your lives, the lives of your families and the realms of your nations. The promise of salvation is real, for it is a promise made by God and His word is truth. The change must begin thus, through man onto his peer, for our destinies to be achieved. Should we want to still see Holiness in the lifetime of our children, our labor must begin now, afore we are too late.” References - Codex Iurius Canonici Danielus Pontifex, Second Edition (1803) - Age of Reason, High Pontiff James II (1787) - Tracts For The Times, Father Pius of Sutica (1787) + Authored by, Acolyte Elim & Bishop Guy de Soissons, of the DIOCESE OF GOTTZGRENZE, New Esbec 1807 +
  6. Tomas Bernt Fitzgerald, an attorney-at-law with a knack for camp-following mercenaries, recalls a bygone tale of the Purge of Halsworthy, and contemplates the parallels.
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    2. johnnywar

      johnnywar

      i hate that guy i crushed his head

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  8. any downsides/regrets to playing here 5 (FIVE) years?!? dropping by btw :DDDDD
  9. guys i am DONE with minecraft

    1. jhontalks

      jhontalks

      hey, This Guy, the quitting the game

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    1. Reckless Banzai Screamer

      Reckless Banzai Screamer

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    2. oscarc00l

      oscarc00l

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      Mickaelhz

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      Werew0lf

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    4. johnnywar

      johnnywar

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  11. He buckled his boots. He buttoned his tunic, strapped on his tassets and stretched his breastplate. He pinned on his checkered insignia, slid St. Robert’s ring in his fat finger, he clicked his belt, combed his bald head and waxed his beard. He bristled his posture, extended his shoulders, hid his hanging jowls and finally adjusted his ruff. He stepped out of his tent with a stoical grimace, soon joined by Thomas Bernt Fitzgerald, aide-de-camp and business attorney, equally groomed and tidied. The pair began the inspection. Seven new barrack tents, the repository expanded threefold, the stables just as much. It has been a fortnight of constant work, but the conscripts must be accommodated. Out of necessity, and for “Greater business ventures”, as Fitzgerald had taken a liking to repeat. A contract was in the air, Martin could feel it. A NOTICE TO RECENT APPLICANTS To the henceforth listed, appraised and accepted by the Commandant, must report to the Heussen camp for indoctrination and training with immediate effect; Lucien de Reden Edward Confonnier Johannes Betzler Arthur Hammas Rudolph Reiner Joseph Stahlherz Karsten Wallner Erwin Schädler Klauss Meiyer Signed, Commandant Martin Heusmann
  12. Heavy rain, thunder, neighing, the stifled thudding of hooves skipping along a blanket of fallen leaves. The duo of riders galloped fast through the ongoing storm. The rain, made worse by a harsh gale, would have any other passerby seek shelter at the nearest inn, wait out the downpour with a bellyful of mashed potatoes and thick gravy with a warm hearth for the feet. And for that reason precisely the pair decided to ride this night. They came upon a large clearing, the wet grass glistening under the full moon’s light, which gleamed even through the thick gloomy clouds, distant overhead. The moonlight made it suitable enough to see one’s track, but also dim enough to allow one to hide in the wood’s thicket, relatively undetected. However, there was no time to gawk. The foremost rider stood up on his stirrups, eyes keenly peering towards the center of the meadow, where several large willows and bushes protruded. He then skimmed through the border of the clearing at the opposite side, shifted back to his saddle and the pair continued uphill, towards the group of trees. The wet mud made their way messy, but they made it through to the copse. They came to a synchronized halt and the second rider whistled, like a cricket, loud enough to not be stifled by the storm’s teem. Each laid a hand on their scabbard, and for a few seconds all they could hear was the rain and their own cold, nervous breaths. A similar whistle then answered. They gave each other a reassuring nod and trotted inside. The copse’s overgrowth was not enough to block all the rain - the drops still sliced through the leaves at the top, but it offered a secluded atmosphere. Before them was a wagon, covered by a grey blanket, raindrops sliding off of it. Under it stood two men, hoods covering their faces - yet given the circumstance, were just as nervous. “You tardied another minute, we’d have frozen!” rasped the irritated wagoner, then nudged and overtaken by his accomplice. “We’s got it here, all is well.” he turned around and lifted a bit of the tarpaulin. “This arsenal’s been through many hands, goodman. They say a pair of officers nicked it in the chaos of some attempted coup at Kaedrin.” he eludicated, eyes trailing to the two horsemen with a sly smile. “Oh, Ja, Ich know zhese intricacies of yesteryear all-too-well.” replied one of them with a visibly greying beard. The combination of his thick accent and a miniscule yellow-and-black checkered shield hanging from his right shoulder made his ancestry obvious. “Lieberman.” he shot his confrere a courteous nod and the two dismounted and bore closer to the wagon. Lieberman produced a heavy coin pouch from his belt, fiddling with it in his hand. The merchant’s grin plastered onto him like a statue, eyes almost balefuly following it. The first rider, Martin, ungloved his right and ran a hand through the cold metal of a sword. In his finger was a large, shimmering golden ring. Saint Robert’s. They examined the arms with clicking tongues, scrutinizing the weaponry closely, and Lieberman remarked calmly, “You are not lying, friend. These are Kaedreni-made indeed.” He extended the pouch to the merchant, yet following a reluctant moment, he withdrew. “We will pay when we part ways, actually. Let us keep this promise amicably, in goodwill.” he commented. The merchant glowered, growled and then rasped. “Fine. We’s lead the cart, though.” he added with a frown, clicking his tongue and then he and the wagoner climbed the transport. Martin and Lieberman mounted their steeds. The cavalcade left to the clearing, then to the causeway, and back the way they came. The riders’ hands still clenched their scabbards. DIE HEUSSTANDARTE KOMPANIE THE HEUSSEN REGIMENT 7th of Owyn’s Light, 1772 MISSION The Heusstandarte is a band of Waldeno-Kaedreni freelancers and sellswords who found themselves bereft of a home in wake of the thirty-year-long war of Nordling Aggression. Clad in full sombre tinted steel, the core of the Heussen company are a heavy shock cavalry, having mastered equestrian combat in a renditioned fashion of their contemporary and distant ancestors. Upholders of the Vander code, the company maintains a strict disciplinary ethic and vow to earn their keep by cross and lance alike. CONTRACTS The Heusstandarte company excels in a variety of duties, be they combative or conciliatory, to any presentable contractor. A decorated past experience of commando work amongst the company’s senior members and a thorough proficiency in law (accredited in large thanks to the company’s private business attorney, Tomas B. Fitzgerald Esq.) comes to ensure an incontrovertibly professional commitment in any contract. Among the company’s fields of expertise are namely garrisoning and police work, the conducting of causeway checkpoints, patrols and scouting, construction of fortifications befitting Kaedreni siege-masters, custody of persons (penal or otherwise) as well as wartime security, offense and foray depredation. Prices vary depending on circumstance, and may be privately negotiated with the company’s legist. RANK STRUCTURE Commandant (Commander) The de jure head of the Company, the commander maintains incontrovertible ultimatum in affairs both civil and martial, as well as ratifies contracts, promotions and military decisions. Currently Martin Heusmann [@Trenchist]. Oberhauptmann (Chief Captain) The commander’s second-hand, he sees to the execution of orders and assignment of duties to his lieutenants, as well as the readiness of arms, armor and victuals. Hauptmann* (Captain) These chief officers correspond directly to the Oberhauptmann and administer their respective specialised units. By their advice enlisted may rise the ranks but also receive punishment. As well as in charge of recruitment, a captain’s guiding principle is discipline and his conduct must fully reflect it. Current Haupt Johann Betzler [@Pokantu1] and Friedrich Müller [@Semihilyus]. Sergeant* Battle-tested and seasoned soldiers, these wield the whip of discipline as well as the standard. By their nous they see to the indoctrination of recruits and are entrusted with maintaining the company’s esprit de corps. In addition, Sergeants may be assigned specialized duties by their captains, such as drillmaster, horsemaster, head scout, liaison officer and so on. Corporal Exemplary soldiers with whom lies the responsibility of enacting their seniors’ commands, they thus wield mild officer power between soldats and recruits and may, voluntarily, be assigned to a sergeant - in order to learn his specialization in preparation for their own. Soldat The most numerous of rank in the company, these riders have been drilled thoroughly yet do not yet possess battle prowess. Although their pay is meager, it is in this rank that soldiers are expected to exhibit discipline and talent for future promotion. Recruit Yet to be sifted by body and spirit, these new additions to the company must pass through training and indoctrination of the equine field before they may earn their keep. RECRUITMENT Should any able bodied man seek enlistment in the company, they ought to further a notice to the company’s address. In advance, however, it is recommended to ensure one’s eligibility or face rejection. In our age’s zeitgeist, the company is deemed strict in its required preconditions, which follow; One must be of full Human lineage. One must profess the Canonist Faith. One must be of the male gender. One must be disabused from degenerate vices and their connotations. Full name: Age: Experience: Ethnicity: [OOC] Username: [OOC] Discord:
  13. A man contemplates making business, before taking note of the mark of the Josephites... He recoils in disgust, and tosses the pamphlet on a nearby bench.
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