Mister_Gavin

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Burned out a year and some change ago. I still get the urge to check up on things or work on old passion projects, but I have no will or desire to log on and interact with the community or the medium anymore. I always used to tell people, "If it's not fun, don't play," and I still think it's good advice. I just actually follow it now. Lol!

Δόξα το Θεό His Emminence, Cardinal-Bishop Alexios, made his way wearily from the chamber, leaning heavily on his crozier he never more felt the age of his venerable service to the Church than in those moments. The wolves were once more at the door to the House of the LORD, but he feared he no longer had the strength for one last battle. He mused on what was now some thirteen decades of faithful service, and found that he had left little in the way of a written legacy. Oh well. Where he was going he wouldn't need to debate or argue anymore anyway. He grasped his chest as he spoke one final time to his friend, his Rabbi, his Holiness, "Your Holiness, whatever you will is my will. So let thy will be done." With that, the old man barely made it to his apartments in the higher reaches of the Holy See, and settled into bed. After some time, his Acolyte and spiritual Son, Father Jude came to him and ministered to the old man as he started to breath his last. His eyes widened towards the end and he signed the cross with shaking hands as he offered up his spirit to his Lord, King, and GOD. "DOXA TO THEO! GLORY TO GOD!" ... and reposed.

I love the hustle and bustle of Alba!

Bishop Alexios looked up from his labors to the window outside, and stared at a Lemon.

To my dear Brother Lothaire, At times, there unfortunately arises misunderstandings between those who wear the cassock and those who don the cuirass! While I agree that there is a worrying tendency amongst those in The New Empire of being perhaps too zealous with their swords and not enough with their prayer books - they try their best. Take heart, for I can assure you that the Emperor and the Pontiff are of one mind, and there is no disagreement or rancor betwixt either. His Holiness Harrentzedek and Emperor Tiberias are both good and pious men, take not the actions for a lowly subordinate to be emblematic of either their respective institutions or their personal beliefs. I believe that the subordinate who took me into shackles will be dealt with as he will be dealt with. I still hold respect for the Imperial Guard. As to my treatment, there is nothing to complain too heavily about. I was treated well, outside of one over-zealous guardsmen attempting to manacle me and the initial verbosity of whoever that officer was. I was treated fairly, respected, and offered refreshment by the Reiksmarshal. I bless him and his whole guard force, they were nothing but dutiful and respectful. I would advise any further misunderstandings between Crown & Crozier to follow my example: Show no rancor, cooperate, and have faith in the Emperor and Pontiff - and if thy faith falters in either, have faith in the benevolence of the Lord our GOD. Render unto Tiberias, that which is Tiberias - and render unto His Holiness that which is His Holiness. With Paternal love, Cardinal-Bishop Alexios Konstantinou Porphyrios.

ꜱᴏɴɢꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴀʟᴇxɪᴏꜱ To my beloved flock, What follows here is a poor shepherd’s writings and musings. Collected over the span of my life, I have penned the following in times of triumph and of tragedy. I hope to be able to say truthfully and without guile that I have fled to the LORD during both seasons of my long life. The words you are about to see have spilled out from my heart and fallen onto parchment as ink, be merciful and kind therefore - for I have not worried so much as ensuring my phrasing totally original or my forms impeccable. This is the blood of my heart and the essence of my soul spilled out for your consumption. My original intention was to publish this, along with a great corpus of my work after my repose - left in the hands of my acolyte and friend, Father Jude. Circumstances change however, and I feel compelled to release my own poor work to the great family of our most Holy Mother Church for public consumption after many years of keeping my vigil. My hope is that these songs will buttress your hearts and uplift your souls, that they will be a calming balm to the hurt and the wounded - for verily I tell you the LORD is near to the brokenhearted and the meek in spirit he will not abandon. May GOD be with you all. With paternal love His Eminence, Cardinal-Bishop Alexios Konstantinou Porphyrios, St. Emmalyne. SONG I SONG II SONG III SONG IV SONG V SONG VI SONG VII

PENDING REVIEW FROM THE OFFICE OF THE PREFECT OF THE DOCTRINE, CARDINAL-BISHOP ALEXIOS.

Pride this, Men's Mental Health that... How about we talk about who this month is really for? Saints Peter and Paul, Paramounts of the Apostles. Saint Peter and Saint Paul, pray for us.

CLERIC REGISTRATION FORM: Full Name: Alexios Konstantinou Porphyrios Birth: Unknown (1920?) Homeland: Unknown Title: Bishop St. Arpad, Cardinal St. Emmalyne, Prefect of the Doctrine Ordainer, and Ordainment Date (Imperial Time): Paco Antonius "Tonito" Temesch de las Palmas, Cardinal Artorus Sect: Akritian Owynist Biography: Not important :)

TEMPLE REGISTRATION FORM: Year of Consecration: 1979 Full Name: The Cathedral of St. Arpad Precise Location: Beznov, Adria (outside Numenost) Administrant: Bishop Alexios Heraldry:

You need to make it OSHA compliant, remove the strobe effect and maybe the Red Demons will allow you to keep the Shake'n'Bake.

Bishop Alexios looked up from the writing desk as he, Anorhil, and a few others penned the missive, "Do you think we aught to add our signatures so they know?" he paused, "... Ehh, who cares, I doubt they'll even bother to read it or care." He awoke the next morning and checked the replies. Malaka.

Gerard d'Athee stared at the publication of Godefroy's final will and testament in the latest wave of publications following the battle. He lamented his inability to be there and pondered their brief relationship together as he sipped wine by his hearth. "Thus departs another scion of the noble House of d'Amaury..." he muttered aloud. He hadn't done much to restore the dream of Lorraine in his brief time as a leader, and had sneered and treated the then young man with paranoia and caution when he had showed up to offer aid and counsel, "Perhaps I should've treated him better," he ruminated. Godefroy had done something he failed miserably to do: leave something of a legacy. He pulled himself up from his chair and went to his home devotional corner and lit a candle for the now departed and said a prayer for his soul. Gerard poured himself another glass after the prayers were said and glanced at his own verdant armor. "To Lorraine and old names, Godefroy d'Amaury." he said, as he raised a glass and pondered the future.

Bishop Alexios stares in mute horror and mild bemusement as Balianoids justify a BLOOD ALTAR being allowed to exist UNDER THEIR CAPITAL city because, it is ... old and allegedly not in use? He stared at the replies and shrugged. Applying logic and reasoning to some people was clearly a an exercise in futility, and in that way did madness lie.