octofishie

Hilde waddles to the sheriff's burrow, cake crumbs falling on the path behind her to vote in her first election in Dunshire Name: Hilde Heathertoes Race: Halfling Do you live in Dunshire?: aye Who do you vote for Sheriff?: Maya Noirette Who do you vote for Deputy?: Soliel Tristonia Anything else to add?: sheriff be womens work What is your favorite drink?: a strong strong ale

Johannes van Brandt would send a beautifully flourished letter to Miss Gryfford expressing his interest in the position of Cook.

Bishop Bernard arrives rather disheveled and casts his vote with a quick prayer, he takes a seat and awaits the results while sorting through his mounting paperwork with a frown.

Bishop Bernard upon hearing the news signs the cross and whispers a prayer, before making the arduous climb to the top of the cathedral to ring the bells and announce the death to the city below. As the last bell finishes its mournful toll he gathers a few items and leaves his diocese of Santegia to fulfill his role in the upcoming election.

"I had no idea I was 'not of true human stock', thank the Creator i have a simple Knight to educate me on these matters." says the farfolk canonist bishop Bernard.

Bishop Bernard would wearily walk the road back to San Adrian having just left the burial of Demetrios, his heart heavy and his mind racing. How could he expect the people of Santegia to forgive such vicious attacks when it had cost them the life of a much beloved Duke? How could he enter the city and look them in the eye when military of their own faith had spewed such hate towards them? Demetrios' words went around and around in his head, "Thank you for everything Father", and he felt his face burn with shame. He turned from the road and walked out into the untamed countryside, eventually falling to his knees, his fine priestly robes weighed down with rain and mud. He removed the cross from around his neck to hold in his hands as he prayed but now his eyes looked at it as if for the first time, its fine ornate craftsmanship, the heavy weight of the gold, the way it glinted in the fading sun. He placed it at the foot of the tree in front of him and simply stared at for the longest time... Something had changed with in him this day, he simply did not know what it was yet.

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Manuel Palaiologos signs the charter (octofishie)

After reading his cousins declaration Manuel Palaiologos with a begrudging sigh slowly packs up his belongings in Alexandria and leaves the city heading towards Hagios Lothar to honor his family's choice.

Manuel would sit at his desk flicking through his correspondence when he would pick up the letter from Erin, he would begin to scan it quickly before the context of the letter fell into place in his mind at which point he would slowly place it upon his desk and lean back in his chair, his eyes looking upon the letter but not seeing it. He had known she was ill of course but had not realized her health had declined so much, he should have made more of an effort to go and speak with her, maybe even to care for her, he thought before brushing it aside as foolishness, Erin had married after all, it was not his place, even thinking such thoughts seemed disrespectful to the life she had built with her husband. However, it was this life that pained him so, she had children, a home, a marriage, a career, if only all those years ago he had had something to offer her, if only his cousin had not intervened, might things have been different now he wondered. He remembered their first meeting in the streets of Alexandria when he had just begun his career in the clergy, and later their conversation in the church when he was but a stumbling, stammering fool in her presence but mostly he recalled a dinner party and the sudden rush of sadness and anger that always accompanied this memory drew him harshly back into his office. With a heavy sigh he pulled a key from his coat pocket and placed it in the bottom drawer of his desk, with a gentle click it opened and he folded the letter placing it beside a delicately pressed bouquet of lilac, red and white flowers, he gave this a painful glance, not for the first time, and locked the drawer of memories once more.

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The young Manuel Palaiologos would appear physically shaken upon hearing the news, perhaps this True Faith was not for him and perhaps Courland could not be his home either. He put his shabby cloak around his shoulders and headed out the door to walk and think about his future that had seemed so settled just the day before.

A decrepit old priest would hear the news and frown, "No man nor beast on this earth can dictate who enters the Fourth Sky, that is for the Creator and Him alone to judge." he shakes his head and sighs "Pride is the sin of all churches it seems."