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HABEMUS PAPAM! THE PONTIFICAL ENTHRONEMENT OF 1849 [!] Christoff Barclay of Gelimar enthroned as his Holiness High Pontiff Michael I [!] Our Lord has called and I have answered; And so We do assert that our modern Church shall rise once more beneath the vision of God as We have answered the call of God to rise onto the Pontificate; wherefrom We shall shepherd the most true and faithful flock through the aftermath of these darkened times of Our antecedent. We shall rework and revitalise this holiest institution of God as the faith of the flock shall emit from the darkness of the near atheistic era which ends on this Saints Eve. It is by the virtue of God that We have dethroned Our forerunner for countless of crimes versus the Church of the most true and faithful flock. We have watched the nature of Our Church fall before the vision of Ours and We have mourned the loss of influence which Our Church has suffered beneath this forerunner of Ours. It is herein that We have dethroned this former Holiness: of which can be found within the document named ‘Pontifical Dethronement of 18BB’ within the archives of Our holy See. Before the altar of the San Lucian diocese stood the most faithful Abbé Aubergine and We before the true flock of God, wherefrom the flock witnessed the initial enthronement of Us and as the flock went silent within the Basilica and the echoes of the voices faded once more, our most faithful Abbé Aubergine cried to the flock before Us: Almighty and most merciful Creator. We have wandered and strayed from your ways like lost sheep. We have followed too much the devices and desires of our hearts. We have left undone those things that we ought to have done; and there is no health in us but you, O’Lord, have mercy upon us sinners. Spare those who confess their faults. Restore those who are penitent, according to your promises declared to mankind; In Horen our Lord, and grant, O most merciful Creator, for his sake, that we may live a disciplined, righteous and godly life, to the glory of your holy name. So say we all. It was hereafter our most faithful Abbé Aubergine turned towards the flock entirely, We at the side of this most faithful man as his words continued to emit within the Lucian Basilica: With the Lord Creator, our witness and guide, it has been divined that the Christoff of Gelimar, born Christoff Barclay, has been willed to fulfill the seat of the Church Pontificate. Christopherus, institutionem tuam canonice in summum pontificem accipis? We returned as willed by the customs of tradition: Yes, I do so believe. He recited: You have been ordained in our Holy Mother Church, your household names forsaken and your life devoted in sole service to the teachings of our Creator. The vows of your past vocations remain firm; now you must make the declaration of assent: The Church of Faithful is the One, Holy and Rightful Church of the Creator, worshiping the one true God, The Creator. It professes the faith uniquely revealed in the Holy Scrolls and set forth in the Faithful creeds, which faith the Church is called upon to proclaim afresh in each generation. Led by the Holy Light, it has borne witness to Faithful truth in its historic formulates, the Articles of Faith, The Book of Saints. In the declaration you are about to make, will you affirm your loyalty to this inheritance of faith as your inspiration and guidance under God in bringing the grace and truth of Horen to this generation and making Him known to those in your care? We returned as willed by the customs of tradition: I, Christoff of Gelimar, do so affirm, and accordingly declare my belief in the faith which is revealed in the Holy Scrolls and set forth in the Faithful creeds, to which the historic formularies of the Church of the Creator bear witness; and in public prayer and administration of the sacraments, I will use only the forms of service which are authorized or allowed by the Canon. He recited: Do you accept the Holy Scrolls as revealing all things necessary for eternal salvation through faith? We returned as willed by the customs of tradition: I do so accept them. He recited: Will you be diligent in prayer, in reading Holy Scrolls, and in all studies that will deepen your faith and fit you to bear witness to the truth of the Word? We returned as willed by the customs of tradition: By the help of GOD, I will. He recited: Will you lead your people in proclaiming the glorious Word of Horen, so that the good news of salvation may be heard in every place? We returned as willed by the customs of tradition: By the help of God, I will. He recited: Will you teach the doctrine of Horen as the Church of Faith has received it, will you refute error, and will you hand on the entire faith that is entrusted to you? We returned as willed by the customs of tradition: By the help of God, I will. He recited: Will you be faithful in ordaining and commissioning ministers of the Church? We returned as willed by the customs of tradition: By the help of God, I will. He recited: Will you be gentle and merciful for Horen’s sake to those who are in need, and speak for those who have no other to speak for them? We returned as willed by the customs of tradition: By the help of God, I will. He recited: Will you endeavor to fashion your own life and that of your household according to the way of God and make your home a place of hospitality and welcome? We returned as willed by the customs of tradition: By the help of God, I will. He recited: Will you work with your fellow servants in the Church for the sake of the kingdom of God? We returned as willed by the customs of tradition: By the help of God, I will. He recited: Will you accept the discipline of this Church, exercising authority with justice, courtesy and love, and always holding before you the example of Horen? We returned as willed by the customs of tradition: By the help of God, I will. He recited: Will you then, in the strength of the Holy Light, continually stir up the gift of God that is in you, that the good news of God may be proclaimed in all the Realm? We returned as willed by the customs of tradition: By the help of God, I will. He recited: Speak thus then the oath of the Pontificate, with the conclave and God as witness. We returned as willed by the customs of tradition: I vow to change nothing of the received Tradition, and nothing thereof I have found before me guarded by my God-pleasing predecessors, to encroach upon, to alter, or to permit any innovation therein; To the contrary: with glowing affection as her truly faithful student and successor, to safeguard reverently the passed-on good, with my whole strength and utmost effort; To cleanse all that is in contradiction to the canonical order, should such appear; to guard the Holy Canons and Decrees of our Saints and Pontiffs as if they were the divine ordinance of Heaven, because I am conscious of Thee, whose place I take through the Grace of God, whose Vicarship I possess with Thy support, being subject to severest accounting before Thy Divine Tribunal over all that I shall confess; I swear to God Almighty and the Favored son Horen that I will keep whatever has been revealed through Horen and His Successors and whatever the Saints and my predecessors have defined and declared. I will keep without sacrifice to itself the discipline and the rite of the Church. I will put outside the Church whoever dares to go against this oath, may it be somebody else or I. If I should undertake to act in anything of contrary sense, or should permit that it will be executed, Thou willst not be merciful to me on the dreadful Day of Divine Justice. Accordingly, without exclusion, We subject to severest excommunication anyone -- be it Ourselves or be it another -- who would dare to undertake anything new in contradiction to this constituted Tradition and the purity of the Faith and the Faithful religion, or would seek to change anything by his opposing efforts, or would agree with those who undertake such a blasphemous venture. It on this account that we declare within the vision of God: HIS HOLINESS MICHAEL I of SAN LUCIANO HAS BEEN ENTHRONED TO THE 44th PONTIFICATE of GOD. As recorded and declared by Gods most true and faithful serviceman; His Holiness Michael I, Pontifex Maximus of the Church of the Canon, Servus of God, Archiepiscopus of Visigia, Episcopus of the Holy See, Successor of the High Priesthood of the Church, Summus Pontifex of the Church of the true Faith, Custos of the Canon, Missionarius to Aeldin, Princeps Servus to the Exalted’s Testaments, Servus Humilis of the Faithful and Vicarius of God

PONTIFICALIS REMOTIO THE PONTIFICAL DETHRONEMENT OF 1849 [!] Old Everard VI depicted in his usual Pontifical state of inaction [!] Our Lord has called and I have answered; And so I assert that our modern Church has reeked of inaction for decades. We have lost the interest of the flock. We have reached a state of inconsequentiality. Our Church has dissolved into an institution without influence and esteem. Our diocesan churches stand without the flock of theirs within them. Intercession has died entirely within the flock of God. Men and women of the continent have unremembered God and His word. Our world has fallen from the vision of God and our flock has buried the ideals of God as defined within our Scrolls. We have failed God; And so God has asked for our aid. He calls onto us with utmost hardiness in His word: for we are his faithful flock. We of the true faith. We of the wise faith. We of God: his most devout servicemen on earth. And we do seek to fulfill the solicitation of God: for His word is our command and His commands shall be the utmost duties of ours. For God does command, indeed cries to His flock on earth, to allow His holiest of institutions to flourish once more beneath His vision and His word. God solicits His true flock; To aid His true servicemen within the renewal of His holiest institution. To act with faith in their heart. To call onto the truest of servicemen in these darkest of hours. To find reason within the chaos and to find belief within His work - within His methods on this earthen continent. He calls onto the monarchs of his faith: onto Philip III of Providentia [ @Nectorist ]; onto Sigismund III of Jorenus [ @Xarkly ]; onto Olivier II of Allobrogum [ @Publius ]; and onto Leopold I of Nescia [ @Dogged ] to allow their states to enter His new era of churchood and to aid His most true and faithful ministers of faith in their actions to recover the lost faith of the flock. In His first act of restoration; We His most true and faithful servicemen do dethrone his Holiness Everard VI of Jorenus from this 43rd Pontificate of God for his lack of action within the holiest institution of God: wherefrom the vision of God has faded from the earthen continent; wherefrom the interest of the flock has been most; wherefrom a state of inconsequentiality has been reached; wherefrom the Church has lost its influence and esteem; wherefrom our diocesan churches stand empty; wherefrom intercession has died; wherefrom men and women have unremembered God; wherefrom our world has fallen and wherefrom our flock has buried the ideals of God as defined within the Scrolls. It on this account that we declare within the vision of God: HIS HOLINESS EVERARD VI of JORENUS HAS BEEN DETHRONED FROM THE 43rd PONTIFICATE of GOD. As recorded and declared by Gods most true and faithful serviceman; His Grace, the Most Reverend Christoff Barclay of Gelimar, Bishop of San Luciano and Crown-Bishop of Aggrade.

”Welcome home, old friends,” Matyas murmured into the night as a rare smile moved over his countenance, his head shook in near disbelief at the mere thought. “Welcome home. The stars and I have missed you, indeed, look how bright they shine tonight. Perhaps even metaphorically so.”

So wait - you din’t have to be a builder to be on the world team o.O

Father Christoff, the newly appointed Bishop of San Luciano, prepares to get to work with the Bishopric. Though sadly must wait untill tomorrow as his skygod is in Germany.

I want but one thing - actual male skins

On the other side of the field. In the heat of the fight. Within the rain & within the noise. All of the Knights had their own duties on the field, and all the Knights executed their duties to extreme satisfaction. There had been mere moments after the first collection of Hedgeknights were taken down, where those Knights near-celebrated their skills; but then came the roar from the other side of the field - then came the news. “Nie! False!” were the initial breathless words of the man but alas the truth came forth soon afterwards: Ser Cedric, ‘the Kind’, laid lifeless on the field before them. “We must ensure this man is honoured,” declared the Meyster Knight as the band started to mourn their fallen member. Ser Cedric was carried into Karosgrad, his lifeless body held between Ser Zodd and Ser Demitiryus, as the Knights followed the two of them with their heads lowered downwards. In those moments, an unheard voice within his mind started to discuss with the lifeless Paramount; “You had to be brave. You had to be kind. Never thought of yourself nor your own life. You were better than us all, Lord Paramount - You were the essence of Knighthood,” and then resumed the silence between the Knights as the somberness roamed within the Prikaz. “For Ser Cedric!” jolted Demitriyus as the rest of the Knights joined in a final honour for the Paramount. Once more the Knight murmured within his own mind, “Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them. And you, Ser Cedric, will never be forgotten.”

IGN: MCVDK Persona: Ser Demitriyus William Aubert

“This is where the fun begins.” murmured Demitriyus into the air as his armament dangled from the back of his with a softened metallic rustle on each movement due to the layers of metal which hides beneath his Hanseti coloured cloth. “If Godan wills the return of mine then I shall have slain this beast within a month's time.” before the youthful Squire would lower the missive onto his own desk as further information was collected in preparation of the Quest.

@yandeer "You need to cut down of the Carrion." Demitriyus merely returned to the Princess with a softened shake over his head. "This is like the fourth time. I am a Squire, niet a Carrion-fetcher." albeit his complaints towards the Royalty. Demitriyus had anticipated this moment: as a carrion was heaved from within his pockets.

Why did you lie on your ama?

Why are you so short? Are we friends? Do you say yeehaw? Can I have your cowboy hat?

IGN: MCVDK Character Name: Demitriyus William

CREDENDI IN DEUM [BELIEF IN GOD] “Lo and attend, for I am the Lord GOD, and I am in the foremost part of heaven.” (Virtue 1:1) ET IN FIDE1, as an individual of His flock, declares the word of God to others & ET NON FIDEM2, knows neither of His word nor of His service, as his faith has diminished into skepticism and doubt within His word. Nevertheless ET IN FIDE continues his duties within our continent, to serve His word, and therefore discuss with ET NON FIDEM on the doubts and worries which remain within the unfaithful mind of the individual. ‘What shall such conversation look like’ asks His flock, who desires to act as ET IN FIDE, and so I create a scenario between ET IN FIDE & ET NON FIDEM and the methods utilized. ‘Oh thee of God! Thee of God!’ would ET IN FIDE shout. ‘I am no man of God, for I do not believe in the word of God’ returned ET NON FIDEM. ‘No man of God? All men are of God bar thou?’ remarked ET IN FIDE. ‘Yes. All men are of God bar I’ returned ET NON FIDEM. ‘And for whatever reason does God not have thou faith?’ remarked ET IN FIDE. ‘I have seen no evidence of God's existence’ returned ET NON FIDEM. ‘Thee believe not in God, for God has not shown himself before thou?’ remarked ET IN FIDE. ‘Correct’ returned ET NON FIDEM. ‘Might I ask, believe thou in air?’ remarked ET IN FIDE. ‘I do, for which imbecile would reject the idea of air’ returned ET NON FIDEM. ‘And believe thee in sadness or contentment’ remarked ET IN FIDE. ‘I do, for I can be sad and content’ returned ET NON FIDEM. ‘But can thee see, with thou own hues, air?’ remarked ET IN FIDE. ‘I can not’ returned ET NON FIDEM. ‘And can thee see, with thou own hues, sadness or contentment’ remarked ET IN FIDE. ‘I can not’ returned ET NON FIDEM. ‘So thee believe in ideas which thou cannot see with thou own hues?’ remarked ET IN FIDE. ‘It seems so’ returned ET NON FIDEM. ‘And so the belief in God, as thou cannot see God with thou own hues, is as valid as the belief in air or sadness or contentment?’ remarked ET IN FIDE. ‘Yes. I would note so’ returned ET NON FIDEM. ‘So I ask once more, for whatever reason does God not have thou faith?’ remarked ET IN FIDE. ‘I do not know’ admitted ET NON FIDEM. ‘Perhaps, if thee ask for the advice of mine, thee should seek enlightenment within the scrolls of God’ remarked ET IN FIDE. ‘Yes. Perhaps’ returned ET NON FIDEM. ‘And then thee can make the choice of thy belief’ remarked ET IN FIDE. ‘Yes. I shall’ returned ET NON FIDEM. And so the work of His flock was done, so did ET IN FIDE convince ET NON FIDEM to reflect on His word and His service, for ET IN FIDE need not convert ET NON FIDEM within an instant but convince ET NON FIDEM to seek the answers which is unknown, for then His word shall be known and so His word shall be taught. Authored and Penned, Fr. Cyran 1 COMMON: HE OF FAITH NAUMARIAV: LAPAE I FAITH 2 COMMON: HE OF NO FAITH NAUMARIAV: LAPAE I NIE FAITH

“Good to see you here on this day, brother. We shall begin quite simply. What is your name?” Acolyte Cyran “How old are you?” Twenty-two “This question is obvious, but it is for the sake of these records. What race of the descendants are you of?” Human “You are able to read and write, am I right?” I am! “And with that, I hope you are familiar with the Holy Scrolls and Catechism of our Church?” I am! “You are of course baptized?” Indeed. “Good, good. Are you married? Do you have children?” I do not. “In what way of the clergy do you wish to serve? As a Priest, or a Monastic?” Priest, please. “This really depends on the needs of the Church, but in what Diocese would you prefer to serve in? You can simply name a city or Kingdom.” Patriarchate of Jorenus “A rather personal question, why have you chosen to walk this path in God?” I have always sought to serve the word of Godan and the path which has been displayed before me. I have never known otherwise. “And lastly, are you truly devoted to this way of life? Prepared to take any vows involved with ordination and commit oneself to this lifetime bond with the Lord Almighty?” I am

DEORSUM IN GRATIAM DEI DE MORTE, IN INTERITUM ET SEPTEM AETHERES [BENEATH THE GRACE OF GODAN - ON DEATH, THE AFTERLIFE AND THE SEVEN SKIES] “See, and there is a bridge of many colors, and marching forth from the Skies are the virtuous dead, and the wicked have been cast down from high places.” (Auspice 4:34) DEORSUM IN GRATIAM DEI1, we His flock knows and understands the inevitable end to our lives. We His flock have seen the waves of death which covers our continents and we His flock have understood the need for this eventual closure of our existence. We His flock have understood the creation and therefore the destruction of our individual, albeit we fear not such an end to our individual as we trust, deorsum in gratiam dei, as our lives have been faithful, so too our afterlives shall be faithful within His Kingdom and His servitude. PER VERBO DEI2, we His flock are enlightened with the knowledge of the afterlife. We His flock understand the afterlife and we His flock knows of the afterlife as a blessed symbolism of our faithfulness to His words and His service. For we His flock shall reach for the ultimate servitude within the afterlife, as our ascension to the Septem Aetheres shall be for naught bar further servitude to His word and His cause. As we His flock have read the scrolls and therein understood via the scroll of Auspice, which shall stand as the fourth, within the verse 34, that we His flock shall become the virtuous dead, whom shall march forth from the Septem Aetheres over the on the word of His command as He shall allow our lives to live best the mortal death, and so He shall claim our servitude within the Septem Aetheres. ET IDEO IN DEO NON INTELLEXERUNT3, that we His flock shall ascend to these skies above, which in mortal lives have been deemed as the Septem Aetheres, and too His command of such skies has reached the mortal inform. Herein shall it, and it shall remain so in the command of His, that these skies shall each serve as the home of the virtuous to various amounts. The Seventh Sky, which shall serve as the Throne of Godan, the sixth Sky, which shall serve as the home for the righteous in Ministry, the fifth sky, which shall serve as the home for the righteous in Faith, the fourth sky, which shall serve as the home for the righteous in Virtue, the third sky, which shall serve as the home for the justified in Ministry, the second sky, which shall serve as the home for the justified in Faith and the first sky, which shall serve as the home for the justified in Virtue. And so we His flock understand these Septem Aetheres, as laid out with His words, to which we shall, as His faithful flock, attempt to live our lives in such fashion that we shall ascend to these skies. Authored and Penned, Acolyte Cyran 1 COMMON: BENEATH THE GRACE OF GOD NAUMARIAV: ZEJOD VE GRACE I GODAN 2 COMMON: THROUGH THE WORDS OF GOD NAUMARIAV: DZED VE WORDS I GODAN 3 COMMON: AND SO IS UNDERSTOOD THROUGH GOD NAUMARIAV: AG DAK OE UNDERSTOOD DZED GODAN

Basil welcomes his wife at the gates of the Seven Skies

Radovan continued to abuse his wife from the Seven Skies, awaiting that glorious moment for Dusica to return to his grasp for another blue eye. (was fun with a different relationship than usual! Props to MotherLay for keeping it cool and comfortable between all parties OOC <3)

Axelu - I think you're cool. What do you think of me?

IGN: MCVDK Character name: Lysanthir Which game(s) are you signing up for: Agility Strength Precision Balance

FORGOTTEN 11th of Sigismund’s End, 1813 K.I. 11th I Joma ag Umund, 366 E.S 11th of the Deep Cold, 17 SA “It seems life of the mortal man shall always remain haunted through the prowess of the Aenguls - though as us, the Aenguls are hardly eternal, too enraptured within the ideals of their own and the minds of the weakened man, as their exist none for them should the mortal forget of their existence: Their reason of creation. It is odd, for the lifespan of the man is short, but too is the lifespan of the elf short in the ideals of eternal accomplishment. All would be much more simplified for those of hard work and mind, should those men have the abilities to live in that eternal thought of near salvation to their satisfactory requirement of achievement. Yes - Yes. Life would be simpler if the thought of time dispersing was not there.” William Theodore Aubert, Circa 1808 A silent cry within the darkened void of the night, a wail of sorts in nature, roamed the high hills of the famed landscape. Around them? Reigned nature of the lands, as the colours of the trees was seen in each direction, as far as one could see, though amidst the lush woodlands, amidst the natural landscape of the tranquil countryside, rose a structure of reddened nature. There, within the lands of the forest, laid one manor - or farm, mayhaps - of a familiar Kaedrini stylisation as the hardened clays connected to the thatched triangular parapet. There was naught else around the household of the Auberts, not a soul in sight, as the wail of the newborn continued to fade within that woodland. It seemed a mark within the annals of the Auberts. It seemed a destined choice: though must the child have been so loud? Each man is destined for birth, so has the nature of the man remained since the scriveners of time could record within books, though as the birth of man arrives, so too arrives the death of that man: all must return to that of which one started. All must remain within the ideals of the Aenguls - their creation of eternal continuation, cycles of sorts, as one knows naught but a singular fact on their birth: such fact shall remain true as death shall arrive to all which are born and birth had arrived to all which have died. William Theodore Aubert, named after his prominent father, was raised with the mindset of death as much of the Aubert family had diminished through the ideals of death. Death was eternal - it would arrive momentarily - as taught to the man since the mere lifetime of ten. One aspect remained of even more import to the Auberts, however, and such were the rekindle of the name: the return of their era as had been seen aeons before. And William? William had been deemed as the flourishing child which would raise the name towards their destined success. Certainly! William was the solution to their issues, this child was the answer to their failures. As such, the Auberts would ensure this child would be taught all which would be useful within the future endeavours of the man, no need was there for the man to roam with other children, no need was there for the child to interact with others: what was within import for the Auberts were the knowledge of the child, the words utilised within conversation with others. William had to be formed, no! - had to be groomed, to become the idealised individual for politics and licit work: an ideal leader above all. And too were the conversation of the child of excite nature after twelve summers of life: “We must realize on the theories of the political methods, wherein it must be recognized that there exist multiple forms, that we cannot truthfully nor completely indulge our abilities within a structure which does not allow for the men and women of ours continents to function: We must not feel left within the eternal clockwork of leaders! We must not feel stuck. No! We, the People, must feel encouraged through our leaders to reach for their words and their debates - to understand their struggles: for we shall be seated within that sooner or later. As we, the People, shall remain the bulk of Imperial Leaders.” though such words did not lead to friends for the child, more than often seeming to incite a certain fright within them as his childhood - or rather pretended childhood - remained alone, a self-inflicted solitude amidst the rushes of societies. William became what had been assumed from the start, the child became a man and the man became a politician, as an advocate for the voices of the commoners within the structures of the leaders, an advocate of the rights of the men and women within the cities of the realms which the man served throughout his time on these continents. Though, in return, the man became devoid of life - devoid of love - devoid of care, for there remained one reason to live, there remained one reason to create alliances and ‘friends’ and such were the eternal rise of the man: the eternal bequest which the man so desperately reached after. William was charismatic towards those around him, one could not notice the thoughts and ideals of the individual: that of which laid within the darkened annals of the mind, an ideal of immortal life - an ideal of eternal continuation devoid of the cycles of the Aenguls, devoid of the words which had been cemented into his mind. William wanted to live, live forever, as his own retaliation to the creators, as his own internal rebellion. But one event within the life of the man would alter that, one event which would remain within the mind of the man until the last breath. Ophelia became a beacon within the twisted thoughts of the man, she became the light which had not been there before: for once the kisses of the man was of naught but utter love towards the woman as his mind had been reformed, recalculated and rearranged in fashions above words of explanation. William did not live for the work of the man after his encounter with Ophelia, William did not serve these continents without reason: for there was reason now - Ophelia and their children became the reason for his rise, became the reason for his work and drive. She allowed emotions within the man which William could not fathom, emotions which had not been seen in the past and in fact, not allowed throughout his life devoid of care. She was all which tethered the man to sanity and understanding within his twisted thoughts. As life ended for Ophelia, so too would life lead to an eventual end of William. It became clear to the man as his sane state declined with hasted nature after the death of hers, as his mind returned to the darkened ideals of his own. Perhaps - such was unavoidable from the start. Perhaps - the man had been diverted from the truth. But there remained a thought of care within this politician, a care which Ophelia had left behind after the death of hers, both towards their children but also towards others as such care would remain there until the bitter end. It was naught but time before the man would reach his demise: though the man would have wished it different, for it was that care which had been left within the mind from the times of Ophelia, it was that which had lead the man towards his end - his own mind had faltered for a moment as the ideals which remained from the wife of the man had taken over. One letter was all which it took for the man to reach the end. One letter and it was all void. William Theodore Aubert (former) Representative of the House of Commons Chairman of the National Party 10th Solicitor-General ( * ) 1770 - 1813 ( † )