Beda Venerabilis

"If I were to hear a tall tale that Dwarves dug up a crown from six feet under the earth, I would believe them as they are dwarves. However, my wits are not forgone enough to not reject the taller tale that short dwarves reached the fourth shelf of our King's royal closet to pluck away a crown spun of cobwebs and coated in dust from misuse," Einhard remarked.

"Lord Creator, suffer me not with these children and their incredulous remarks. Permit thine mercy onto me lest I give way and let soul escape my heart upon witnessing such embarrassing banter. Lord Creator, ensure us swift victories to come so that we may quiet the babble of babes and the chatter of the deranged," remarked Einhard as he sat in the company of Oscar of the Black Cross.

OOC: Minecraft name: VitaKaroli Skype name: Aenglisc Saxonus Do you use Teamspeak?: I can, but do not typically use Teamspeak3. IC: Name?: Einhard Vuestroni Previous Experience: I am currently a monk of the Canonist Church. I served a tenure as Clerk of Missions for them and extend myself as a clergy member for the church in your hold or to establish one therein. I also trace my lineage on my father's side to an old sworn-Sariant of the infamous Order in Aegis. His name was Samuel of Sargoth.

Verily, I have confirmed this to be finished on the 14th of Malin's Welcome in the year 1538,May GOD protect me and what ideas may come to surface and may GOD forgive me if I am too forthright or innovative for my own good or devices, I hereby present this Notio or draft of an idea I had come upon me in the deep recesses of contemplation and worship of our singular GOD: Notio Coenobita - The Idea and Notion of Cohabiting Monasticism Verily, this is an idea to reflect and further a medicine for the internal malaise I described in my thesis De Acedia. I contend that monasticism be the refuge, temporary or permanent, for those who feel they must attune and align themselves with the will, worship, and whims of GOD. This monastic life is one of ora et labora or prayer and work. The monastic life entails we be of selfless service to the Church in providing a material good that may be sold on behalf of the Church and to improve its finances that then may be invested in greater literature, churches, and other improvements in a cycle that ensures Man's prosperity in this life and when we return to GOD. There is no harm in admitting that we want only the best for our temporary existence here and such is rather sought through charity and the shepherding of souls already. The monastery provides a cloister from temporal distractions such as nobility and the stresses and avarice associated and from daemonic excesses like lust, greed, wroth, and the like. The monastery pledges no allegiance to any one duchy, but rather is in full cooperation with the Church and overseen by the High Pontiff ultimately to ensure doctrinal soundness. Other governing mechanisms can be made and broken by the Pontiff's command and all that occurs in the monastery carries on as usual. The monastery can be tasked with printing, reprinting, and preserving scriptures and documents issued or of interest to the Church and will advance the mind and faith-bound heart over the oft-sinning temporal body. I will hold off from further sculpting this notion, for certainly the High Pontiff is most wise to shape its finer features and details. I simply present this idea in a relatively crafted form for His Holiness to read, review, comment, and - pray - accept in the end. A great many can benefit from such a thing. Authored by: Einhard Vuestroni of Felsen

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The young monk strides along the highway to Felsen, having left the hilly meadow he oft visited for contemplation and writing. He passes a message to a local clergyman that confirmed his want for a meeting with the High Pontiff Lucian III. Einhard rests and waits in the Felsen Cathedral.

"This certainly is good news, may GOD be pleased," Einhard remarked while submitting a thesis to the Felsen Cathedral for the new High Pontiff's review.

Verily, I have confirmed this to be finished on the 17th of the Amber Cold in the year 1537,May GOD render this account of mine a fine read and a pleasant sight to set aright ways that have been deviated from, and so this essay begins: De Acedia - On the Inconstancy of Man (or 'On Sloth') Verily, this is an honest account of which I have traveled and collected. May GOD ensure my eyes and tongue mimic no lies nor that the latter sung no concocted tales. The domestic affairs of man are in disarray in which all paths save for the Felsenic lay abandoned and with little to no traffic. The various townships and hamlets that dot the corridors of man's realm lay barren with nary a sign of life. The trenches are filled with a bare and starved regiment, starved for brave men and wise counsel. We have an empire at our command, but whither are we bound save for inertia? Our tools proved supreme in folding the Elvellyn dominion into our imperial system and our warrior ethos is conquering, thanks be to GOD, as we are pushing further into the domain of the Dwed. I dare say, my tender audience, that no external factor is to blame and therefore diagnose an internal malaise. We have forsaken the interplay between morals and power. Our histories spread page to page with rich cooperation between Church and State, but verily our inconstancy has loosened our grip on this invigorating tradition. Man and his awareness is always prone to trice abandonment. We must not treat the affair of losing tradition and concentration on righteous and beneficial routes lightly. We have dissolved the bond betwixt clergy and the layman that once permitted the former to serve his role proactively and the latter to keep faith, keep his actions clear, and ascend higher planes. I walked even the streets of Felsen and saw little interaction between the commoner and his priest. It is not mere conversation that I hope for, but the resulting cooperation in building, in beautifying, in benefiting the society. Let me not beat and rend my clothing in pious mourning any longer and describe the malaise in general. Inconstancy permits sloth and sloth reinforces inconstancy. Man has chosen to forfeit his involvement in the realm in which he belongs. This forfeiture has seen not only his state diminish and his essence become cold, but has seen to the decay of buildings, the absence of literature (save for a few who still publish, thank GOD), the breakdown of domestic and territorial integrity, and more. His meandering is only guided by the staff of salient reward, he earns something for his person and his person alone so that he may enjoy improved status and arrogant parading (but to whom would he parade given his brotherhood, fellow men, nary traffic the parading grounds of his choice!). The lust of battle seems the only spectacle to draw man together and even then, only until the blade is sated. We must do better than that. GOD expects better than that. I have heard the bona annunciatio, the good news, of the Ecclesiastical Synod. A new High Pontiff should be crowned soon and I contend that His Holiness will come to the same observation as I have. I suggest an earnest and church-wide council on the matter of inspiring man from this sloth and to revive the High Culture of the Church for the benefit and adornment of greater intellect, greater faith, and greater conditions for the true Canonists hither in this world and before the judgement of GOD. - Si operam medicantis exspectas, oportet vulnus detegas. If you expect a physician to help you, you must lay bare your wound Authored by: Einhard Vuestroni of Felsen

"Is there a bishop assigned here, if there be no diocese assigned, then a priest for this parish?" Einhard inquires as he passes through.

Name: Einhard Vuestroni Age: 25 Birthplace: Nordwen Criminal Record: None to my name nor shall there ever be. [Mc Name]: VitaKaroli [skype (can send privately)]: I will send you my Skype privately.