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EPISTOLA SUMMUM PONTIFICEM:
ON THE JURISDICTION AND SOVEREIGNTY OF LAW
CURATUS IN COGITATIONE
by FATHER LEOFRIC JRENT
ANNO DOMINI 1952 imperiale // 505 septentrionalis // 97 mons civitatem // 85 meridionalis
I bid thee a fine eve beneath the ever-lightened sight of God, your Majesty-Spiritual, and come to you for the wisdom of which I know you hold.
I find an area of the Church enormously under-considered and have recently held an array of thoughts on this subject; what is our Churchly jurisdiction and sovereignty above the laws of the terrestrial nations of our continent?
We are the men of God’s service; and through our service to God, we are elevated to an echelon held above the norm in societal conventions. It is for this reason we are referred to as fathers by nearly all of humanity. Surely then, our status of servicemen of the Lord, therein sees legal advantages. Does our status as a Church then see our rules elevated above the terrestrial?
If you, the Vicar of God, indeed is that, the Vicar, is your word then not the word of God, or at the very least a concept thereof? Does that then allow your word and the word of your Church to supersede the books of law? Do we, or rather should we, enforce further religious expectations through our own codex? Where does our role as a moral institution based on the word of God, and thereby the laws of God, exceed the jurisdiction and sovereignty of nations?
And lastly, does his Holiness feel as though our own codex of law is wide enough for our God-crafted mission?
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Father Leofric sat alone in the dark. Alone in thought and concept. He was hunched over documents as his back was lit by a flame in the corner. He looked through a collection of books - the Scrolls, mayhaps - and then his pen wrote.
We are untouched by the Divine, so that we might find our path in unison with the plans of God.
He did not know of Father Silas, nor of his thoughts, but somewhere in the back of his mind he knew: the fathers were not entirely alone in thought.
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I am so tired.
There stood a man ‘pon the hill in the distance. Frail and weak.
I am.. so.. tired.
There stood a man ‘pon the hill in the distance. He reached his hand to the skies.
Where did I fail?.. What did I do.. Who did I become.
I am so tire- ssh, my child, you are safe here.. in the moonlight.
Children rushed past the youth of Demitriyus. One of them hit his shoulder in the rush as the smaller black haired boy briefly stumbled forth. He looked ahead but the children had rushed into the distance. He was alone once more.
You’re new.
Or so the youth thought.. He turned around as a youthful woman, roughly the same as him, stood there with her hands folded behind her back. She blinked as she waited for the boy yet he remained lost for words. He stared at her for a while. He was smitten. Instantly.
Hello?
Hi..
You are.. new.
She spoke slower this time as if he was a foreigner with a lack of knowledge of her words.
Yes..
Who are you then?
Oh. Demitriyus Aubert. Pleasure to meet you!
I am Princess Vasilia.
Princess?
Da. Come.
She walked away then. No more words. He remained in his place. Uncertainty struck his mind. She looked back towards him. She smiled. He followed.
Vasi! I am headed with the rest on the expedition. We’ll fight monsters and explore.
You are what?..
Fightin’ monsters and explore..? It’ll be part of my Knighthood trials..
Isn’t the expedition for four years?
Yes..
So you’ll leave me here alone for four years?..
I.. Yeh.. I need this Knighthood, Vasi. It would mean.. maybe we, yeh.
Just.. Please come back, da?
I will always come back. Always..
FALL THE **** BACK BOY.
Blood everywhere. Smoke everywhere. Death everywhere.
FALL. THE ****. BACK.
WE CANNOT JUST LEAVE THEM! THERE HAS TO BE A WAY.
Massive trolls loomed above the youth and the older soldier. They both stared at the creatures of stone-skin. Demitriyus with his boomsteel armament in his hand. The trolls covered the earth with a thick near poisonous smoke as the two soldiers were trapped on one side and the rest on the other.
I HAVE AN IDEA. MOVE AWAY.
Demitriyus stared at his blade briefly before it was carved across the stone of the troll above them. In an instance the smoke which had filled the air ignited from the flame produced by his blade as the trolls worried and confused stumbled within their own creation.
RUN. NOW!
Everyone had assembled in the throne room. Demitriyus knelt on the floor as his eyes met the silk beneath. Above them stood King Heinrik II. He raised a sword above Demitriyus head. It fell to his shoulder then. He announced.
Ser Demitriyus ‘the Preserver’ - rise.
It will never happen, Demitriyus.
I will make it happen!
You will get yourself killed!
So I shall either live unsatisfied with a woman to sire children, that I would not even want, or I can die in the hands of the King as I fight to marry the person that I want to marry. Would both not be death? Maybe, Vasi, maybe there is a chance.
I would not be able to bear it, Demi. I.. I forbid you.
You are more now, Demitriyus. You are no man who walks the earth in ignorance. You are enlightened by God and you shall live for the mission.
He had left the world behind to become another entirely. He joined a cult of sorts. Wrecked from the sadness and cruelty of reality. He had turned his back on society. He had become more beast than man. He had become a killer. He had become a predator. What was next? When was next? He would live eternally.. or so was the intention.
And yet when fate caught up with the man. He had killed thousands and perhaps now was punished for his deeds. He was uncertain but life seemed to fade. He fell into the abyss.
There stood a man, perhaps now more monster, in the endless abyss. Before him stood a woman with her hand - her hair raven black and her skin pale as snow. She smiled as the man reached forth.
Vasi.. I am so tire- ssh, my love, you are safe here.
Ser Demitriyus ‘the Preserver’ of Haense, Child of the Wretch.
SpoilerRoughly five months back I shelved Demitriyus.
We were told by the Story Team that our characters had a choice. We could either shelve or PK the characters, become potential event creatures, or return to our previous forms. I decided to shelve the character because I felt as though the concept of the character, as had developed throughout my time of play, made extremely little sense without the Vargyr CA.
We have now been told officially that our CA will never be able to return to the server and I therefore decided the character deserved an actual PK.
Demitriyus has been one of the characters on this server which I have been the most excited and the most satisfied to play throughout my seven years of roleplay. He was a character that I felt as though I had created from absolutely no concepts and brought into the world to have fun, mess around and enjoy the server for what the server was. He altered my view on how the server should be played after a vast amount of extremely dull and bureaucratic characters.
I am incredibly saddened with the way Demitriyus story had to end on the server, but I felt as though there were no other options which made more sense than the one I had already taken, and I have come to accept that this is the final outcome.
I owe a massive thanks to Jax ( @Jaxothy ) for his introduction to the Vargyr community which led to a path of roleplay which I never could’ve foreseen, to yandeer ( @yandeer) whose character interactions became the reason Demitriyus ended where he did, and especially to sam ( @Child Neglecter) who took me under him and taught me most, if not everything, I have come to know about the mystical, the esoteric, and the magickal. These three brought me into a whole new world of LotC which had led me to do so much more with my characters, my narratives, and my stories, than I otherwise would have.
And of course to everyone who ever interacted with Demitriyus, anyone who ever interacted with him, took part in his story, or was injured because of him. Thank you for indulging me.
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Do you believe that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?
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"Night never had the last word. The dawn is always invincible."
Reach for the Dawn eternal.
Reject the Dusk of yore.
Serve that which lies beyond.
Serve the light which beckons.
Seek the sun past the mountain.
Or be rotten in the darkness of shade.
Find me, traveler, and be enlightened.
THE DAWNBRINGER of NAEDWYLM
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A C A N D L E L E F T A L I G H T
Silence moved across the hills and halls of the Petran dusk. There was a lack of thoughts, a lack of care. No one the wiser but those few informed. Life is cruel, yet death even more.
And amongst the hills, in that small estate of Mies, there was the only sign;
A candle left alight.
PAPERS OF INHERITANCE
i. Be it so, upon mine death, all that I own, estate and the rest, shall fall simply to my son and heir, Lord Anthony Temesch, born to my wife, Lady Lorena Temesch, and myself, eternally to be kept as the sole inheritance of that which is mine by Right and by Law.
ii. In the event of his own declination, inheritance shall proceed in the following order;
a. To my sister, Lady Alice Temesch.
b. To my brother, Lord Lionel Temesch.
c. And last to the state.
SIGNED BY THE HAND OF
His Lordship, the Viscount of Mies, Knight-Commander of the Circle of the Star
& Oratuer of the Petran Commonwealth; GODFREY MARCELLUS TEMESCH.
PAPERS OF RESIGNATION
i. By the untimely event of my death, I hereby declare my full resignation to the government of the Commonwealth, as the Oratuer of the Petra, so that they may continue to further the ideals of the work which I have done throughout my life, and may further the vivid dreams of a democratically ruled republic.
SIGNED BY THE HAND OF
His Lordship, the Viscount of Mies, Knight-Commander of the Circle of the Star
& Oratuer of the Petran Commonwealth; GODFREY MARCELLUS TEMESCH.
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THEREIN LIES THE DARKNESS. DARKNESS OF THE HEART.
Hidden beneath stone.
Snuffed by the light.
Revered by immorality, and eternal fright.
Am I risen, or hidden in the darkness?
Do I walk through the light, or am I haunted by the shadows?
Beckoned by destiny, the path is carved.
Is the path correct? Is the path right?
The known kills the unknown. The undying kills the dying.
Death and darkness. Darkness and death.
Does it ever stop? Should it stop?
What of the shadows. Hidden shadows.
Is a shadow the darkness in the light, or the light through the darkness?
What are the shadows? What do they mean?
What do they hide? Where do they hide?
Are you the shadow?...
ARE YOU THE SHADOW, HE WHICH CONSUMES?
[!] FIRE BURNED. FOR LIGHT HAD EMERGED. YET DEEP THEREIN, IN THE CAVERN OF YORE.
THERE LAY THE DARKNESS.. THE SHADOWS EVERMORE [!]
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“She shall do fine work.” commented the Viscount of Mies with a nod, a pat on the back given to his sister as they passed each other; his endorsement made official.
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Do memories exist even if you forget them?
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Do you ever think the events of LotC is just one massive fever-dream we collectively experience?
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What do you believe to be the most useful skill you’ve learned through LotC that you actively use in your life?
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THE VESTMENTS OF BURON
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THE VESTMENTS OF BURON:
VESTIMENTA BURONIS.
ANNO DOMINI 1954 imperiale // 507 septentrionalis // 99 mons civitatem // 87 meridionalis
i. HISTORIAE NOSTRAE; VESTIMENTA.
In the tapestry of our sacred journey, vestments emerge as the quintessential thread that intertwines with the very essence of who we are. More than mere garments, they embody our commitment, serving as both uniform and emblem of our chosen vocation within the sacred walls of our church.
These priestly robes not only distinguish us individually but also act as a visual language, articulating the unique identity of each diocese scattered across the vast continent. In their intricate folds, one can discern the distinctiveness of our selfhood and the rich cultural tapestry that envelops our spiritual practice.
Throughout the storied existence of our diocese in Buron, our clergy has donned a diverse array of vestments, mirroring the varied cultural influences that have shaped the very soul of our community. However, it is at this moment that we stand at the threshold of a new era, marked by the unveiling of an official standard. This standard, a beacon to guide our sartorial choices, signifies a collective commitment as we labor in the vineyards of the Lord within the blessed diocese of Buron.
(All skins made by @christman)
ii. VESTIMENTA BURONIS.
ii.i EPISCOPUS BURON | BISHOP OF BURON
Donned in a black cassock lined with crimson edges; a crimson ferraiolo and cincture; crimson txapela worn on the head; and a white collarino at the neck.
ii.ii VICARIVS BURONIS | VICAR OF BURON
Donned in a black cassock; a crimson cincture; black txapela worn on the head; and a white collarino at the neck.
ii.iii SACERDOS BURON | PRIEST OF BURON
Donned in a black cassock; a black cincture; black txapela worn on the head; and a white collarino at the neck.
ii.iv PROMESAREN ZIGILUA | THE SEAL OF PROMISE
Oft donned by members of the Buronian diocese; the Seal of Promise or the Promesaren Zigilua, an old Mercatorii tradition carried into the roots of Buron by the Bishop Frantzisko.
DEI GRATIA; HIC STO,
The Right Reverend Abbot Leofric Jrent OSJJ,
Abbot of Saints Jude and Judith; Vicar of Buron; Head-custodian of the Flame;
& Royal Confessor of Aaun.
ASKATASUNA JAINKOAREN BITARTEZ,
The Most Reverend Bishop Frantzisko Ekain OSJJ,
Bishop of Buron & Court Chaplain of Aaun and Hyspia.