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Jordan Cardinal Jorenus laid upon his bed in St. Henrik's Basilica, and, having been unable to sleep, took the theses and read over it - at least he would not have that to do tomorrow, and placed a inked stamp shoddily upon the page, marking his approval.

Full Name of Man - Vladrik Otto Kortrevich Date of Birth of Man - 384 E.S. Name of Woman - Margot Sofiya Baruch Date of Birth of Woman - 383 E.S. Location of Ceremony - St. Henrik's Basilica Date of Ceremony - 404 E.S. Name of Clergyman who performed ceremony - Jordan Cardinal Jorenus

Jordan Cardinal Jorenus peered over the thesis, reading it with the utmost detail - not a misplaced word would slip past the Patriarch, for grudges shall be grudges so long as men live. And thus, with all seeming in order, the Cardinal, begrudgingly, placed his inked mark of approval upon it, mailing a brief letter notifying of such to the acolyte involved.

Jordan Cardinal Jorenus paused from his writing in the small room of his burrow, and, having acquired a copy of the document, read it. But this mere proclamation in support of the demise of the unrepentant did naught to soften the Patriarch to the horrors of murder, for he had seen the wrongful deaths in Savoy those many years ago. He had seen one who repented, who sought Godan, set to flame, and burnt to naught but ashes. He had seen how such thoughts tainted those of virtue, how such had brought them to sin, for the men of today are not Owyn, they are not the Prophets, they are but men. Men who are fallible, who require pacifism to enact their faith. So too did he see the reason in such words, however disagreeable it seemed. Perhaps there was once a time for the deaths of the unrepentant, perhaps there shall be once more, but such a time is not today, he thought, for we are fallible as Owyn was, but in ways different to him. He had been overcome by vengeance; by rage, but we are overcome by pride. Pride to think ourselves worthy of judging those repentant and those not, pride to think that we, who so often fail in our diligence, are worthy to cut down those we fail to guide to repentance. Only when we are born anew, when our sins are few and our judgement pure, can we condemn others. This, he thought, is the plight of man. We seek to judge and yet we cannot, for our minds are as tainted as those of heathens and heretics. We attempt to enact just violence, and yet we fail in that, for we are now led by the Church, which was only in its infancy in the days of Owyn. And thus, we find faithful in all place, whether they be known or not, whether they be heathen or Canonist, for the Virtuous pagan and the sinful Canonist are both flawed, and are both faithful. It is no longer the job of the man to judge, but the job of the man to lead. With such rambling thoughts concluded, the Cardinal decided that it was time for a break - perhaps he would patch some of those pesky holes in his robes, with the dastardly moths of the countryside eating it up.

Jordan Cardinal Jorenus was, perhaps, somewhat saddened to see the departure of the Savoyard and Orenian clergy, who had so livened the city for the past few months. But, alas, it was what must be done, for who is to inhibit the rightful leading of Godan's flock? And so, he went back to the drawl of his daily duties.

Jordan Cardinal Jorenus placed an ink stamp onto his fellow Halfling's thesis, approving the writing, though perhaps not reading it as thoroughly as he should've - but few could blame him, given all the excitement, conflict and hubbub surrounding the clergy.

Jordan Cardinal Jorenus approved this thesis - likely the first of many from female acolytes. What a wonderful day!

Jordan Cardinal Jorenus, a supporter of this reform, celebrated from his quarters, "GODAN bless the Vicar o' GODAN, His Holiness Everard VI!"

Jordan Cardinal Jorenus remembers the days in which the Bishop San Luciano, now the false Pontiff, was not even known to be the Bishop of his own diocese. "How strange," he thought, "Only but a few years ago did the Prince of Savoy ask that I, as according to my own wishes, be replaced as the Bishop San Luciano. How times change." He stood then, preparing his own quarters in St. Henrik's Basilica, should Everard VI wish to stay there, "Onleh 'un Pontiff fer me." He remarked to himself, fluffing the pillows. It would be good to see his old mentor.

Jordan Cardinal Jorenus, though no longer acting as the Prelate of the Priesthood, had theses to accept for his own diocese nonetheless. And thus, in the midst of his relocation back to his fellow Weefolk, he read over Erhard's thesis. Certainly, it was a skillful presentation of his thoughts, though the Patriarch could not help but disagree with the ideas written. In spite of such, he still gave his approval, the mark of ink splattered onto the page.

Jordan Cardinal Jorenus scribed this next response to Nes Moonwood (@SomeKeyboardGuy) in a most elated manner, the message reading as such, "To the good Nes Moonwood, I cannot express how joyous I am to see another of the Weefolk interested in serving the Holy Mother Church, for I am one myself. Though I should not have favourites in the clergy, I am certain that any Halfling shall be a good friend of mine. Thus, I ask you, please contact me privately so that we might be able to discern where you would best serve GODAN in his Church. Signed Jordan Cardinal Jorenus"

Jordan Cardinal Jorenus sat, as usual, in the high room his quarters were placed in, the room having been organized some. He read over the thesis of one of his own aspiring acolytes, finding himself thoroughly interested by the idea presented - though not epiphanic in nature, it was eloquently presented, with some unique understanding derived from such a common plight. And thus, he placed his stamp atop the document. He was sure to seek this particular acolyte out for further discussion.

Full Name of Man - Philip Rupert Archibald Galbraith Date of Birth of Man - 1818 / 371 E.S. Full Name of Woman - Elizabeth Othaman Date of Birth of Woman - 1825 / 378 E.S. Location of Ceremony - The Basilica of the Ascent of Exalted Godfrey, Providence Date of Ceremony (Year) - 1848 Name of Clergyman who performed ceremony - Jordan Cardinal Jorenus

Jordan Cardinal Jorenus remained within his high tower in the Basilica of Saint Heinrik, skimming over the thesis. It would not be one remembered by him - nor would most, he scarcely remembered the contents of his own - but it would gain his approval nonetheless, a stamp sloppily set upon the page - such approval would surely be sent to the bishop of whatever diocese this man would lead in, in due time.

The wee Jordan Cardinal Jorenus sat atop a high seat in his quarters - the sight was almost comical, a Halfling dwarfed by the furniture around him - sifting through a veritable mountain of papers. After much stressful searching, he found two pages, a pair of theses, both relating to the ever-popular topic of greed. Though neither presented particularly revolutionary ideas, the writers, both aspiring clergymen, appeared to be competent enough in matters of theology. And thus, the Prelate stamped the first - his approval shown through but a sliver of ink.

Jordan Cardinal Jorenus would write swiftly in reply to Bertwald, (@Frajukk) the message reading as such, "To the good Bertwald, I am honoured to be so permitted to handle your introduction to the Church, for what can be more wonderful than teaching one in whatever manner they wish to serve GODAN in. Contact me privately so that we may arrange further discussion on your place in the Church. Signed Jordan Cardinal Jorenus"

Jordan Cardinal Jorenus would write swiftly in reply to Jan Velen, ( @Velen) the message reading as such, "To the good Jan Velen, The Church in Haense has been in need of clergy, and just so, you have expressed your willingness to join. Contact me privately, so that we may arrange a time to conduct further conversation. Signed Jordan Cardinal Jorenus"

[!] Posted around Karosgrad square are a half dozen crude posters, a short note posted beneath. THE BARCLAY MONSTER To Claris, Amil and Reinheart Barclay You are the stinkiest, meanest, lizardiest family EVER. I was very sad because my Papej was gone, and then I may have gotten a bit angry but that doesn't matter because you attacked me! My back hurt for a while and then I had to lay down and sleep because I was tired because you were shouting at me and I was really sad. Then I drew this because I wanted to show Haense what you really are. Gross vampire lizard-men. So please send me some money as an apology and then I might forgive you. From: Josef Karl Amador

Full Name of Man - Antonius von Barclay Date of Birth of Man - 1819 / 372 E.S. Name of Woman - Clara Sofia Bishop Date of Birth of Woman - 1820 / 373 E.S. Location of Ceremony - St. Henrik's Basilica, Karosgrad Date of Ceremony (Year) - 1840 / 393 E.S. Name of Clergyman who performed ceremony - Jordan Bishop Reinmar

Full Name of Man - Zachary Casablanca Date of Birth of Man - 1809 / 362 E.S. Name of Woman - Isabella Decaden Date of Birth of Woman - 1811 / 364 E.S. Location of Ceremony - St. Henrik's Basilica, Karosgrad Date of Ceremony (Year) - 1839 / 392 E.S. Name of Clergyman who performed ceremony - Jordan Bishop Reinmar

INFINITUS EST NUMERUS STULTORUM UNENDING IS THE NUMBER OF FOOLS On That Which Transpired in San Luciano. Written by Jordan Bishop Reinmar 1st of Jula and Piov, 392 E.S We do not fail for a lack of knowledge, but for an abundance of hatred. Let this page tell of the demise of Basil Cardinal Allobrogum and Father Otto, and all that which preluded this tragedy. Let this page tell of the abomination within the Principality of Savoy, those misguided who proclaim to serve Godan within. Let this page tell of those fools. I had walked along the road to San Luciano, first encountering the bridge lined with the defiled bodies of those who I can only assume slighted the fools of the city, their murders committed in wrath and false belief. Perhaps this was a sign of what was to come, those events that would culminate in the deaths of two clergymen. It is horrifying that such bodies exist at all, and yet, they are displayed as though they were great prizes – simple objects, to display the pride and violence that those in the city so embodied. The path which I, and those before me, had traversed that day would be one of death and sorrow. Those who proclaim their virtue in these actions flatter themselves in falsehoods, falsehoods that wound and kill. As I entered the city, I was greeted with a sight most revolting. At least four were bound to a pyre, a crowd gathered before it. All were unbound, save for one, granted freedom only due to the pleas of Father Otto. The soldiers of San Luciano wielded ultimate power in this square, with little heed given to even the clergy that spoke against their actions. This city is one where Godan is all but absent in their minds, for they think themselves above those meant to guide them to His Virtue. We can only be thankful that they were guided to some semblance of reason, if only for a fleeting moment. It was only following the next events that I was truly horrified by this city, for I had thought them ignorant before, but there is no ignorance in malice, in hatred, hatred which this city is built upon, hatred which seeks to ignore Godan’s Holy Word. As Father Otto attempted to release the final individual from their bounds, a Halfling, they were stopped. He who wielded the match to set the pyre alight moved between the Father and the Halfling, after which much debate occurred in regard to whether the Halfling – one willing to convert – should be let free. They could not be persuaded even by a Cardinal, believing their word absolute. And so, as one of their own took hold of Father Otto, throwing him to the ground, was the pyre lit, engulfing the willing Halfling. One can only pray that these people might be guided back to faith once more, for it is all but lost in this city where violence rules. As another supposed heathen was stabbed near the entrance to the Basilica, naught but a passing glance reserved for this horrifying act, one of the city’s residents threw Father Otto to the ground, persuaded only by Cardinal Basil to halt – though, he was not yet done, as he took up arms against the Cardinal himself, beating him to the ground. Nothing was done to stop this violence, not by any who proclaimed their willingness to serve Godan and His Holy Word. I could do nothing but watch, unable to comprehend how such horrors could be committed. We come upon the culmination of all the events preceding now, wherein these two clergymen perished. The pair entered the Basilica, Cardinal Basil tending to the unconscious Father Otto’s wounds. All seemed calm as I entered, coming to stand near the pair, alongside the Principality’s Lord Marshal. It was then which the wrath of this city bore its fruit. An unknown assailant threw what appeared to be a spear through Cardinal Basil’s back, an explosion of unknown cause occurring at the same time. One can only pray that the Cardinal had already perished at this point, lest he be forced to suffer unending pain from his wounds. I, the Lord Marshal, and Father Otto were blown back, and when Father Otto suffered from his final pain, a mortal wound. I remember little between then and the final breaths of the priest. Both the Cardinal and the priest were thought dead at that point. I searched the city for Father Otto, coming upon him in an inn, aided only by a single woman. There was naught that could be done for him. In his final moments, he had prayed to Godan, clutching the cross at his neck. He had died before me, his endless pains finally subsiding. I know not who attacked us, nor their reasons for doing so. I know not the reasons for these trials we face. I know not the path which this shall lead us on. What I do not know shall be for others to discover, I am sure, but what I do know I shall write here. I shall address those who must be addressed, and comment on that which must be commented on, for without analysing that which has come to pass we can never truly discover the virtue which has been gained, and the sins that have been committed. I address the Lord Marshal of the Principality of Savoy, Joseph Brandt. You speak of your virtue, of your journey to wipe the world of sin, and yet you fail to see the sin in yourself. You observe others for you refuse to observe yourself. You bring wrath upon this world, you bring pain, you bring suffering, for your warped ideas of virtue and faith. You forge monsters of the faithful, for your mission to kill, your mission to eradicate. You are the cause of the demise of these two clergymen, not because you threw the spear, but because you condemned them the moment you began your false crusade against the misguided and ignorant of the world. It is not because the spear was thrown that they perished, but because of that which had led them into that Basilica, something of your own doing. You proclaim your innocence in your actions, and yet you allow the people of San Luciano to beat clergymen. You only aided that which led to this tragedy, for you let your citizens run wild, and you murder with little thought or discretion. You speak of your supposed successes, and yet you ignore your hand in this incident. Had these heathens never burnt, had your citizens not injured the priests, had you cared for Godan’s Holy Word at all, I am certain that the clergymen would not have died that day. Not a single soul should have perished then, and yet, your role, both direct and indirect, in their murders is apparent. I pray for you to return to reason, to return to Godan’s flock. I address the killer of Basil Cardinal Allobrogum. You have committed a sin of great weight. I do not wish for your demise because of it, merely that you be granted some mercy in the way of guidance. I view you no worse than I view the city that had allowed you to be misguided so, that had carved the path for you to commit this sin. I pray for you, as I pray for the city, for you are no worse than those who set you on this path. I beg of you, do not let yourself be fully absorbed by sin, confess, and Godan shall forgive. We shall all forgive. I address the city of San Luciano. You are misguided. You are driven to sin for those who lead you allow you to be. Your city is built on the foundations of hatred, but it does not have to be so. I implore you, read the Scrolls, search Godan’s Holy Word for meaning, for there is none in what you do currently. I pray for the city which has been led astray, I pray for the city which rots like the corpses that line its paths, for even in the worst of places there is hope. I address the Church of the Holy Canon. As one of your own, I am appalled that such events could be allowed to come to pass. I have failed. We have all failed. We sit idle, too absorbed in the world of potentials than the realities that have come to pass, that will come to pass. We must do something, for a city which banishes its Bishop, a city which houses those who defile His Word is one that we cannot allow to stand. I conclude in saying this: What has occurred needn’t dictate what is to come. We have sinned this day, atrocities have been committed, but all shall be forgiven, should we feel guilt, should we admit our shame, should we atone for that we have done. Though this was avoidable, we did not avoid it. We allowed this to come to pass. We are all at fault. We shall all learn from this, I am sure, and I shall pray that what is learnt is beneficial to us all. We are all fools, but we needn’t remain as such. Let us be guided back to Virtue once more. Signed, Jordan

Full Name of Man - Erwin Bishop Date of Birth of Man - 1817 / 370 E.S. Name of Woman - Adelina Verloren Date of Birth of Woman - 1816 / 369 E.S. Location of Ceremony - St. Henrik's Basilica, Karosgrad Date of Ceremony (Year) - 1835 / 388 E.S. Name of Clergyman who performed ceremony - Father Jordan

HALFLINGS AND CANONISM Written by Acolyte Jordan 4th of Gronna and Droba, 384 E.S. “I am the Lord God without peer, and My Word is the holy word, and My path is the virtuous path, and all the blessings of the Virtue shall fall before the righteous who tread it.” (Virtue 1:9) Godan, in His endless mercy and grace, permits those of pagan faith to reside in the First of the Seven Skies, should they display the virtue and humility akin to that of a follower of the Holy Scrolls and their Virtues. Through this blessing those like the Weefolk, sons of the sinful union of Dwarves and Humans, can be granted salvation in death, despite their heathen faiths. Though, this is not to say that the Weefolk have always been of an impious nature, for those centuries ago there were few among them who denied the teachings of Our Lord. The Halflings, though borne of an act of sin, acted piously, following the Holy Scrolls and His words within, even siring a High Priest, His Holiness High Priest Bernard I. Near a millennium following the birth of the Weefolk, their belief fell victim to the most grievous of tragedies: that of ignorance. And thus, in the absence of Godan’s endless knowledge, they chose to worship that of worldly nature, forsaking His light for that which the Weefolk could comprehend. In the centuries to come, those of a malicious sort elected to further their power and influence. And so, the Weefolk, in their innocence and ignorance, chose to believe in a false idol, that of Knox. Proclaiming himself a figure worthy of godly worship, Knox and his later imitators would deceive and manipulate the Weefolk, attempting to turn them to sin and indulgence. The most recent of these blasphemous imitators incited violence within the Weefolk, though his reign as a false idol would quickly end when he was struck down, his true mortality revealed. And still, the Weefolk, in their trusting and kind nature, chose to continue their worship, some even submitting to the Druidic faiths. And thus, we find ourselves in the present day. Many of the Weefolk find themselves in the village of Knoxville, within the realm of Haense. As per the charity of Koeng Heinrik II, the Weefolk have found refuge in the hills of the Attenlund, and though they live so near to the great basilicas and churches of the Koengdom, most of their kind remain unaware of Godan and His Word. They rarely venture int0 the urban lands, and those residing in the keeps and castles of the Koengdom rarely venture into the abodes of the Weefolk. It is not only due to ignorance that the Weefolk remain heathens, but because we, men and women of the Church, remain idle in our duties to the Church and to Godan, for Godan willed us to spread His Word, “You shall not be idle, nor forget your duties in favor of sloth.” (Virtue 4:8), and yet we fail in our duty of Diligence, for we let the Weefolk remain ignorant to the will of Godan. Though still covered by a shroud of ignorance, the Weefolk are closer to one of the hearts of the Church than they have been in centuries. The Halflings are on the verge of finding salvation once again; they are nearer to Godan than they have been in near a millennium. They teeter between redemption and damnation. As we occupy ourselves with aiding those of heresy to find Godan’s light, we forget those closest to deliverance from impiety. It is our duty, our path, to guide all in times of strife and ruin, and it is now that we must act, lest we allow sin to devour what remains of the Weefolk. Ignorance is something all have experienced in life, but that does not mean that we cannot be guided to knowledge, to understanding. The Halflings, a race lost to misguidance, are those who must be guided now. We must lead them forth, into piety and virtue, for it is our duty to Godan. The bonds between the Church and the Weefolk can be forged once again, and bring upon Halflings a new age of piety. It is time that we rebuild what has been lost. Written by, Acolyte Jordan

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