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  1. ENCYCLICAL LETTER PAX DEI ET TREUGA DEI PEACE AND TREATY OF GOD OF THE HIGH PONTIFF EVERARDUS SEXTUS Addressed to the Bishops, Priests, Deacons, and all the lay faithful. For the Cause of Martial Cessation and Unity Throughout Canondom HIS HOLINESS EVERARD VI, High Pontiff of the Church of the Canon, Archbishop of Visigia, Successor of the High Priesthood of the Church, Supreme Pontiff of the Church of True Faith, Keeper of the Canon, Missionary to Aeldin, High Servant to the Exalted's Testaments, Humble Servant of the Faithful and Vicar of GOD. “You will know him, for with peace he gathers the sons of Horen, where the sword has divided them.” (Gospel 7:53) Most Beloved Brethren, Health and Pontifical Benediction. Before We were elected to inherit the laurel of the Exalted, Our predecessor High Pontiff Tylos sought to further unify the Canonist princes in their shared faith. His mission was a unified front of all such sovereigns, to serve as a deterrent to heretic and pagan invaders of Canondom, and to bring peace between Canonists. We share Tylos’ dream, to bring peace to all descendents of Horen through our shared faith in God, for our God is peace, as Our predecessor Jude II made known in the Encyclical Letter “Deus est Pacem”. It is for this reason that We applaud the work of Our Princes in Hanseti-Ruska and Savoy, for their treaty of peace and defense, grounded in their shared identity as brothers in God. We are reminded of the words of Johan Cardinal Allobrogum during a sermon on Canonist unity, “Let all men set aside their swords, and work to build love between Canonist brothers and sisters”, as God intended. We are also reminded of the words from the Scroll of Auspice, “And by God’s will I redeem you of your failures, and send you to work Peace upon it.” God is peace, and by this treaty, Hanseti-Ruska and Savoy come ever closer to fulfilling the will of God. Therefore, building upon the fraternal love between the Canonist Princes of Hanseti-Ruska and Savoy, and following the example of Our namesake Everard IV, We declare the Peace of God, that no arms be raised against our brethren in humanity and the Church. We extend this proclamation to protect all Canonists: the meek, the civilian, men and women of the Church, and their property. All adversity and hostility are hereby condemned under penalty of admonition. The will of God for His chosen people is supreme, and those who act in defiance of this declaration condemn themselves to the Void. Furthermore, We declare a Truce of God, reaffirming Our Church’s standing prohibition on armed conflict between the levies of Canondom. We are all called to remember who our true enemies are: not our brethren in God, but rather the heresies and evils of Iblees. Henceforth, let it be known that disagreements between Our people must be solved through law and consultation, and that the Church makes herself available as a mediator when it is necessary. Heed that none among us ought to be filled with wrath; those who strike first, rejecting the will of God shall be rebuked and damned. To Our clergy: Your service has never been more important. Our God is Peace, Love, and Mercy, and it is we who must deliver that message to our flocks. We offer a spiritual wealth for which there is no worldly substitute. When you work, do so with the knowledge that We go with you. To Our laymen, know that We work for the greater good of all Canonists, that the will of God, and therefore of Peace, shall be realized and come to pass. The quadricentennial of the Revelation of Exalted Sigismund shall soon be upon us. During this most holy year, let us pray for the strength to seek Peace in all things, to show Mercy to those who have wronged us, and to Love our brothers as we love ourselves. Written in and published from the Pontifical Residence in Karosgrad, given to all Our flock on the 17th of Sigismund’s End/17th of Joma & Umund, in the year of our lord, 1846/399 ES, the eleventh of Our Pontificate. ☩AD MAIOREM DEI GLORIAM☩ FOR THE GREATER GLORY OF GOD UNITATEM IN DEO, THE VICAR OF GOD Sanctitas, Papa Everardus Sextus
  2. In Servitude of God A man dedicating his life to God henceforth. Circa 1837 / 389 E.S. To commit yourself entirely to God is to live according to His virtue in its entirety. Forsaking the pleasures that God has granted for a simpler life, of both hardships and struggles. To serve God is to promulgate His virtue through deeds and dialogue. As a servant of God, it is your responsibility to preserve the integrity of the flock. There are many ways to serve God, such as some listed below. For those graced by God with a skill of the sword, they may put it to use serving the Supreme Order of the Exalted Owyn; protecting the Church from any dangers that may come. For those graced by God with a skill of the quill, they may wish to take vows and serve as a monastic; living a virtuous life as they promote God's word through theses and exemplary deeds. For those graced by God with a skill in speaking, they may wish to become a cleric; preaching the Lord’s word and performing sacraments as they shepherd the faithful towards the green pastures that the Lord God has given unto us. As God is without doubt, the most merciful and the most righteous, there are some that will try their best to deceive His flock and to attack His holy institution. However, time and time again has shown that if the faithful are able to collaborate together to become one united flock in times of trouble, we not only persist but we thrive, as we should always. As Canonists, it is not only our responsibility, but it is our duty and obligation to protect each other and most importantly our faith from any that wish to impose upon our traditions and our values. While the Church has witnessed the widespread population of lands owned by Canonists, the clerics that shepherd these faithful are drawn thin. For those devout in faith, we encourage that you come to your local church and join. You will find fraternity, respect, and most importantly, faith and virtue. Anders Cardinal Jorenus, Patriarch of Jorenus, Prelate of the Priesthood 9th of Gronna ag Droba, 390 E.S. You visit your local church, a familiar place where you’ve made peace with God many times before. You would think to yourself, ‘If my life were any different, I could have been a potter… or even a weasley merchant.. But God has been there for me, and I need to be there for him.’ You would approach an office desk with an aged man occupying it. He would smile warmly at you as his wrinkles would distort, making smiles of their own. ‘Might you be interested in joining the Church?’ the priest would bestow a hopeful gaze that felt almost as if he was seeing right through you. ‘Yes, I think it’s finally time.’ you’d remark, your mind racing through the future possibilities that this career under God might entail, ‘Splendid, you’ve come to the right place. I just need to ask a few questions.’ he would say to you, smiling all the while before he begins his questioning. What is your baptismal name? (Your answer) Your age? (Your answer) You’re right in front of me.. but for record’s sake, what is your race? (Your answer) Do you have any family? (Your answer) How do you wish to serve God? (Your answer) Where would you prefer to be assigned if accepted? (Your answer) The cleric’s smile would twinkle as he shakes your hand, dismissing you. ‘You will surely hear back soon. God be with you, child.’ As you leave, you smile knowing that life will finally be better now with God at your centre. [OOC] You may contact Crevel in-game or on Discord at Crevel#9266 regarding your application after completing it here.
  3. [!] Letters would arrive to each member of the Supreme Order and General of the armies in Canonist nations. [!] A MISSION FOR THE FAITHFUL CANONISTS Dear brothers and sisters in arms, I have witnessed a vile crime being done within the Providence Basilica. A dwarf has been desacrating an altar and as I wanted to escort him he held a bomb; we can not let such crime go unpunished. Which is why we have his Holiness's permission to capture this man if the Imperial State Army has not already. For that I would like to inform all the Canonist nations that the man must be captured at once for he must face Canonist trial. The dwarf has injured me and was threatening to blow up the Providence Basilica with the Cardinal Providentia and faithful Canonists being present. The criminal goes by the name Keorn, if that sounds familiar to some; this is the man that MUST be found before it is too late. Once you find this man; try to capture him - if force is being used by the criminal, try to finish him but be careful while doing so. One the criminal is captured; bring him to your dungeons so he may be escorted to the Holy See for a Canonist Trial and if need be a trial done by the Empire. May GOD grant you all strength and courage in this endeavor. His Excellency, The Equester-Imperator to the Supreme Order of Exalted Owyn Holy Sir Philip Hughes de Rosius,
  4. Ser Fiske’s Travels or An Unfinished Tale of Pilgrimage [[OOC: About a year ago or so, I chose to take my then main character, Ser Fiske Vanir, on a pilgrimage. Not just your typical 'im on holiday/hiatus, thus absent' pilgrimage, but one I roleplayed planning in advance with the help of VIROS (Whom I wish to once again thank), who was High Pontiff back then. We wrote up places for my character to visit and three relics to retrieve. I would then write a story out of this journey, though I'm afraid I never quite got around to finishing it. And now, with it being a year since I started writing this, my character long since then pk'd, I do not think I intend to finish this story anymore. Perhaps I will one day, but for now I decided I would post it for eager readers in it's unfinished form. With that in mind, I hope you enjoy the part of the tale I did end up writing!]] The Serpent as it sails through frozen waters, the icy mountains of Serrimor in the background. Ser Fiske ‘the Daring’. That’s what our pilgrim Vanir had been knighted as last month on Arcas. Since that night in the throne room of King Josef of Haense, things had gone fast. He had planned his journey long in advance, with the help of the High Pontiff. All he waited for was for himself to be finished with his squireship and to be knighted. After such had happened in the latest court gathering, he’d said farewell to his friends and family in the Haeseni capital, before retreating northward to his castle in Vasiland so he could prepare for the journey. He and his crew loaded their supplies aboard and then boarded his private sailing ship, The Serpent, as they set sail northwards past Valwyck, through the icy waves. As they began passing the frozen shores of Serrimor after a few days of sailing, he turned to what would be his confidant on this journey: his travelling journal. Prologue It has been about a month and a half now since our departure from Arcas, and think we can see the northwestern tip of Aeldin on the horizon now. Initially, the weather conditions were very favourable for us, the wind in our sails as he we sailed north from Haense, past Serrimor and the southeastern shores of Atlas. The large stretch of eastward sailing from there to Aeldin was a different story though, as the wind was no longer in our backs. The journey was slow and took longer than expected or at least hoped. Our supplies have run low, near the point of rations, but we will be able to restock soon upon our arrival in Aeldin. One good thing about the length and low intensity of the trip was that I got a lot of time to think and read. About the places I’m visiting and their Saints, but also about why I’m going on this pilgrimage. I guess there’s multiple reasons for it, that I’m just now really coming to understand. Late last night, we docked in this harbor town called Reden, the first place we spotted here on the coast of Aeldin. A few of my crew stayed on the ship while me and some others went to the local tavern to get our bearings and to get a proper bath. We returned to the ship around midnight, refreshed and having found the market square where we could restock our supplies. Sadly that’s where disaster struck though this morning. We’d bought all the supplies we needed to refill our stock no problem, but when I wanted to buy a map of the waters between Fjordhem and the mainland, I suddenly realized I had been pickpocketed and my pouch with minas was gone. We looked around for a bit to find the culprit, but couldn’t find anybody of suspicion. After that I decided we’d go back to the ship and we’re now on our way to Powys where we’ll probably arrive tomorrow around noon. I know God has His ways to try His servants and challenge them, but this just felt like punishment. Perhaps He wants me to learn a lesson about greed and temperance, or maybe that I shouldn’t be so reliant on money on my pilgrimage. But I don’t know. The White Cliffs of Powys Chapter 1: Ulmsbottom Upon seeing them, I was blinded by them in the morning light of the rising sun. The white cliffs of Powys! They are truly a sight to behold, beautiful and towering chalk cliffs that rise out of the sea like a wall. We docked in Powys like the High Pontiff had suggested me to, and it immediately became apparent why he’d done such. Powys seemed like a much safer harbortown than Reden and with an even bigger market. I suppose it would have been wise to follow the plan laid out for us by the Pontiff, but that’s all in hindsight. We simply stretched our legs for a bit in Powys and asked for how to find the Monastery at Ulmsbottom, as well as delivering a letter His Holiness had given me to a priest at the local cathedral. The man seemed ecstatic to receive a letter from the High Pontiff himself, albeit it wasn’t for him but for a man called Friar Griffith, who wasn’t present at the time. While walking through some fields after I left the cathedral on my way back towards the harbor, a most curious figure blocked my way. He was a robed figure with brown hair and a black, wreathed apparition. The figure asked where I was going, to which I stated I was going wherever the good Lord’s grace led me. Then the robed man said to me, “Wherever you go, or whatever you attempt, Iblees will resist you.” For a moment, I stood in silent surprise to these words, before I remembered the prophetic saying, and said, “The Lord is my helper; I will not fear what man can do unto me.” Then, to my utter confusion, the robed figure disappeared from my sight in the blink of an eye, and soon I resumed my way to the harbor, and to Ulmsbottom. When we came to the rocky island of Ulmsbottom, some guards welcomed us on the dock, and invited me to come with them to meet the overseer of the penal colony that the monastery was part of; warden Bedwyr Hughes. The warden was a middle-aged man with one of the biggest moustaches and some of the thickest eyebrows I have ever seen in my life, giving him a stern and imposing look. After talking some with the man however, it turned out he was a calm, temperate and kind soul, and we quickly hit it off. He showed me to a guest room in his home where I could stay, and then took me to the old Ashford House, now their family chapel, where Pontiff St. Lucien was born and where they kept much imagery and many relics of this holy man. I asked for a moment of privacy, as I knelt down in prayer by the shrine dedicated to the Saint, and stayed there for a while in silence, taking in the scent of the little bit of incense that burned inside the little chapel. I prayed at length for the well-being of my family, both the living family members I left behind at home, but especially the ones that were no longer with me for they died when I was young, especially my parents. After all Saint Lucien was the patron Saint of the family. In prayer I asked St. Lucien, as well as GOD himself, to look kindly upon my relatives in the Seven Skies despite what mistakes they might have made in life, and furthermore I pleaded to be blessed with a good family of my own in the future. The front courtyard and entrance of the Reformative Monastery of HP St. Lucien I Once I was finished, warden Hughes joined me again and he took me to the Reformative Monastery of High Pontiff Saint Lucien. Upon getting there, accompanied by some of my crew and some of his guards, we found the monastery seeming deserted. We figured the monks were all at mass, for we didn´t know the time of day, and so he simply accompanied me to the reliquary to show some of the relics the monks held of their patron Saint. After some time of being there and still not having seen a single monk however, we got curious as to their whereabouts and began looking for any of them. We were just looking around the monastery´s training grounds, where I had hoped to join them for a drill session as is tradition for pilgrims, when we heard the monastery´s bells being rung. The warden, who was very well-acquainted with what certain ways of ringing the bells meant, told me that someone had just passed away. Therefore we headed to the monastery’s infirmary, not in a running hurry, but with slow, solemn steps, as I was instructed was part of the ritual the monks upheld in such a situation. When we came close to the infirmary, we could clearly make out the litany of the Saints being sang in chant by a choir of monks, and upon entering, we saw that the monks had all lined up in an orderly fashion to say their farewell to their deceased brother. A priest of the monastery came to the doorway to meet us and we exchanged a few words. He welcomed me to their monastery and apologized for the circumstances in which we joined them. He told us that a catechumen, not a monk, had suddenly passed away due to illness, which the priest explained to me was most terrible, as the poor soul had died before being able to receive baptism. Feeling sorrow for the poor soul, I in turn asked if I was allowed to also say a few things for the deceased catechumen, and the priest happily obliged. When it was my turn to kneel beside the deceased brother wrapped in stainless white sheets, I did not say a farewell, but instead laid my hands onto the man’s chest and closed my eyes in earnest prayer. I called upon Saint Lucien, the Exalted Horen, and GOD, to save the catechumen. Then, after my extensive prayers, to which the monks silently bore witness, I rose up a little and gazed upon the countenance of the deceased, waiting for the result of my prayer and the mercy of the Lord. After about ten minutes had passed, the warden placed a hand on my shoulder and said that while my gesture was of great symbolic significance and also greatly appreciated, it was time to move on. I thought he had a point, but waited yet some more time for GOD’s answer to my prayers. Scarcely had the space of two more minutes passed, when the dead man began to move a little in all his members and tremble with his eyes open for the practice of sight. The monks came closer to gaze upon the catechumen who they had formerly left dead in surprise, exclaiming loud praise to the Lord in ecstasy and immediately baptising the man afterwards. I stayed the night at the monastery then, together with warden Hughes and our men, and joined the monks in prayer the next morning, before being invited to furthermore join them in breakfast and their combat drills as was custom for pilgrims to Ulmsbottom. The High Pontiff had warned me already that these men were excellent martial artists, and I found myself easily outmatched by their champion in a friendly spar, as he had projected. We had a good laugh about it however, before I asked to talk to the man from the day before, who was recovering in the infirmary. I talked for a long time with the man, who’s name he told me was Bohemund and he said he was grateful for the mercy the Lord had had upon his soul, and thanked me for pleading patiently for it in prayer. Toward the end of the afternoon, one of the warden’s men told me it had become time to head back to the penal colony town of Ulmsbottom, and so I said my farewell to Bohemund. Upon coming out of the infirmary however, I was not only greeted by the warden and our men, but furthermore by a trio of priests, the headmaster of the monastery and two others, bathing in the golden light of the sun that stood low above the horizon already. They said to me that they wished to thank me greatly for the service I had provided the day prior with my prayer for the brother in the infirmary, and that they wished to give me something to take home with me from my pilgrimage. Then, from under a white cloth, they showed me an iron manacle, linked to a chain by a bolt. I had seen it the day prior in the reliquary, and they confirmed that it was one of their relics, once worn by Saint Lucien, then still known as Velwyn Ashford, as he ventured from Aeldin to Oren on a slave galley. I thanked them greatly for their holy gift and the many blessings that followed, assuring them that their gesture would forever stay with me. After saying farewell to them, we then left for the warden’s home in Ulmsbottom, where me and my crew stayed a few more uneventful days before setting sail for our next destination. Chapter 2: Wycke Shortly before me and my men were about to set off to Fjordhem, a dove delivered an envelope from home, containing some money along with a letter, a response to a letter I had sent home when I first arrived in Aeldin. I had told about how my money was stolen, and now my fiancé and family had backed me up by sending me some. I had prayed for my family to Saint Lucien, and suddenly a sign of support from my family came from my faraway home. It felt almost like a miracle from the Saint, and it made me realize that while you can’t rely on money, you can rely on your family and GOD. Having some funds on me ended up making a great difference to the events that followed. As I had been warned by not only the High Pontiff back in Arcas, but also the Warden about the treacherous waters around Fjordhem, I decided to hire one of the Fjordhemian former pirates that lived at the penal colony to serve as an aiding navigator. With this new addition to my crew, I bid my farewell to the Warden before setting off to the northeast, to the cold and windswept land of Fjordhem. We charted our course to sail towards the town of Austbo on the island with the same name, planning to dock there briefly before then sailing to the mainland of Fjordhem at the nearby destination of Wycke. At first, things were fine and we experienced smooth sailing. For those who have not seen navigation maps of Aeldin, there is a strong west to east current that flows along the northern shore of the continent, and for us this meant that we were making fast progress. Furthermore, the weather was amazing, it was cold and a bit windy, but the sun burned bright and warmed us, not to mention the wind was in our sails! It seemed like we were going to reach Austbo a day or two sooner than expected, and, all of us being in good spirits, we decided to keep going throughout the final night rather than anchoring, to see how fast exactly we could get there. Our navigator Bram, a tall, strong blonde Fjordhemian with bright blue eyes, said he’d never experienced sailing this smooth going to Fjordhem, and he joked we might set a record. As the island of Austbo became visible on the horizon, it was early in the evening, and as we were planning to sail throughout the night to get there quickly, we had a fast meal before intending to return to our positions. However, as we were briefly sitting down to eat some of our provisions, The Serpent calmly sailing forward in the sunset, the precariousness of the Fjordhemian weather first showed itself to us as the wind suddenly died down. After our meal, I instructed my men to get to their oars, having realized we’d need to cover the final stretch rowing. With our progress slow now, I kept a constant eye out for the next change of the weather to see if the wind would return. I did not have to wait long to spot the first signs of change, as a thick pack of clouds appeared from the northwest on the horizon. We were relieved at first, though it did not take long for us to realize that we were finding ourselves in the calm before the storm. The shore of Austbo during a nighttime storm Shortly after the fall of dark, it had gotten much colder. The strong wind had returned, but this time it came from the north and wasn’t helping us get to the island. As we continued rowing, the sky only turned darker as the moon and stars began to be hidden behind dark clouds. With the town of Austbo in sight on the shore in the distance, we heard the first signs of a thunderstorm in the north. The waves became rowdier by the minute and if it wasn’t for our Fjordhemian navigator, we would have crashed on various rock formations that pierced the water. Soon the rain started pouring down upon us and between it and the towering waves, we no longer had sight of neither the town nor the shore itself. As we were going through the ever increasing storm blind at this point, the Fjordhemian navigator and I myself agreed that it would be best to steer clear from the shore rocky for now and instead set course northward to avoid being blown off course too far south. For hours upon hours, my crew and I braved the relentless storm, gliding up and down waves that must have been higher than houses in our ship that seemed very tiny all of the sudden. We were tired and weary as it must’ve been in the middle of the night at this point but we constantly needed to put in all our energy to keep the ship under control. It seemed like there was no end to this storm. Our ship was getting damaged, not too badly at first, but as more and more damage started mounting atop of one another, the condition of the ship got seriously worrying. As this wild ride in the night dragged on, my crew became increasingly tired and less able to weather the storm. A big wave that crashed onto the ship nearly caused one of the rowers to fall into the water, only staying on board with the help of two others. As the night dragged on towards the morning and the storm yet showed no sign of ending, our ship and my crew were in a dire state. Having lost all hope, I kneeled at the helm, soaked by salty seawater, and began praying to Saint Malcolm. Why would he do this? The patron Saint of storms, pushing us to our limits on my pilgrimage to him, with a storm so fierce it would make even the hardiest of seamen afraid. I prayed to him to aid us, he had tested us, and we had resisted the storm so far, had we not? With faith in the Lord, I begged him to save us, before promptly needing to return to the helm to guide us along a tall and rough wave. By the time morning came not long after the prayer, the thunderstorm had stopped. And while it still rained heavily, the sunrise managed to show through the clouds, revealing the main island of Fjordhem looming in the distance. As the storm further calmed, we dared to venture closer to the shore of the island. It took a while before our Fjordhemian navigator recognized a part of the shore so he could tell us where we were, then telling me to throw the helm around as it turned out we’d been blown a fair bit off course and Wycke was the other way. Around mid-day however, we came near the capital of Wycke, and a large fishing vessel came out to guide us into the harbor. We had made it at last. The Serpent being guided into the harbor of Wycke. Later that day, we had docked the ship properly in the cove the capital city of Wycke was situated in, and we went into the town to orient ourselves and buy new supplies while some of our men stayed behind to repair the ship and rest. The High Pontiff had told me that Wycke was not a big city, and it seems like he was right. He’d told me it would have a population of about twenty thousand people however, which seemed less accurate. Instead much of the town was deserted, with many buildings either boarded up or crumbling. As I stood in the middle of a small square, trying to determine where the centre of the town would be where the shrine to St. Malcolm was to be found, I suddenly felt a tug on my coat. Upon turning around, I was greeted by a thin, raggedy man, begging for money. After I gave him two golden minas, I asked him for his name and where I could find St. Malcolm’s shrine. The man introduced himself as Ailbert and said that in gratitude for my charity, he would take me to see the shrine. On the way we passed some more boarded up houses, which I asked him about. Ailbert said that things weren’t going well for Wycke. He told me that a series of cold winters and a lack of much fish to be caught drove many people to emigrate to the mainland of Aeldin, or pursue piracy, which in turn caused more to leave as the limited fishing industry that remained came in increasing danger. At that point we came to the shrine and Ailbert bid me farewell as he went to buy food with the minas I’d given him. I blessed the poor man before turning to the shrine. Pontiff James II had written down that upon arrival, pilgrims would offer the shed skin of a viper to the shrine as was custom. Until now I had been unsure of how I would get the viper’s skin, but it seemed that an entrepreneurial local merchant had made use of this tradition, as I spotted a shop nearby that had snake skins hanging in the window. I bought one and offered it to the shrine of the holy man, something that was supposed to grant me immunity from the bite of a viper, though like the High Pontiff, I was not too sure if that is just folklore or a miracle the Saint will grant me. I made a brief prayer at the shrine to Saint Malcolm, thanking him for allowing us to weather the storm of the night before, after which I paid a visit to the local cathedral. There I prayed for the rest of the afternoon and spoke to a few priests before I made my way back through the half-empty town, past the shrine to Saint Malcolm. I went back down to the harbor, to check on my ship before joining my men in a local tavern to get a quick meal before hitting the hay early, exhausted from the sleepless night before. The next day we all slept in, having a minor breakfast late in the morning before I set out to make my way back to the cathedral, having agreed to meet up with a priest just before noon mass, to talk about planning a missionary trip to a local heathen tribe. The next day me, the priest and some of my men set out into the mountains of Fjordhem, travelling inland on foot for two days before entering the lands of the Damnonii tribe, a group of pagans who were slowly being converted to canonism. The tribesmen were an interesting folk and though they were pagan, they were surprisingly tolerant to our missionary visit, most likely because of the gifts we brought along. We gave them many furs which they clad themselves in extensively, along with some other gifts like preservable food, a bronze cross and one of the Holy Scrolls, which two young tribesmen who I was told were learning to read happily took from us. We stayed with the Damnonii for a few days, in which we preached the gospel to them and me and my men learned about some of their curious culture. The Damnonii covered themselves in blue and green bodypaint, which they offered to me and the other members of the mission as well, but I politely declined because I feared it had some pagan meaning. They also did a lot of wrestling while wearing nothing except a wool skirt. We helped them herd their sheep when needed, and at the end of our stay, four of the tribesmen, including the two young ones that were learning to read, agreed to convert to Canonism. I helped the priest with the baptismal ceremony which we conducted in a nearby creek. The countryside of Fjordhem where the Damnonii herd their sheep. Afterward the baptism, they wished to thank us, saying they had a gift for us in return. Their chieftain told us that in a recent war with another tribe, they had confiscated what they thought was something us canonists would like. To everyone’s surprise, he suddenly gave us what the priest said was the lost half of an important relic of Saint Malcolm. He handed us a brass serpent curled underneath a cross of the same material, part of the Brazen Staff of the Saint, is what I would be told later. I must say I grew quite fond of these odd people in the few days we stayed with them, even if they were weird pagans. The fact that they allowed men of GOD into their midst, showing us kindness and to an extent even accepting and joining us, showed me that even if some of GOD’s children are misled, they are often still good and pure of heart. When we headed back, St. Malcolm must’ve been proud of us, for the whole two days of travelling back to the coast, a warm sun shone upon us rather than the rain and wind that were commonplace here. After our trip to the Damnonii, we did not stay in Fjordhem for much longer, for winter was approaching. The last day I spent praying in the cathedral, until the priest that had gone with us came up to me and offered me the repaired staff of Saint Malcolm to take back to Arcas with us. He said the Bishopric was very pleased with our conversions, and that the Bishop was honored to have a pilgrim sent by His Holiness in Wycke. Thus they wished to thank me by giving me the relic cross which they had put back on the pine staff that it once sat on before being lost when a group of missionaries died in a blizzard. I thanked the priest and his bishop to no end, before leaving the cathedral at the end of the afternoon. Walking back down towards the harbor, I offered a bronze coin to the shrine of Saint Malcolm as according to custom, something he supposedly used to ward off pirates, before leaving again for the harbor, continuing on my pilgrimage back to the mainland, to Gaekrin. Chapter 3: Ervemark To our luck and delight, we experienced no stormy weather nor extraordinarily choppy waves as we sailed back to the Aeldinian mainland. The Serpent tore through the waves with the wind in our sails. As we realized we’d get to the port city of Ervemark sooner than expected, we came to the conclusion Saint Malcolm had to be with us now, shepherding us from potential storms just as we had shepherded the sheep of the Damnonii a few days ago. After leaving Wycke in the morning, we docked at the castle town of Sverngard in the evening, then six days later we caught sight of Ervemark. The so-called ‘City of Flames’ lived up to its name at the first sight of it. Upon docking in the harbor we had trouble keeping our eyes off the view of this beautiful city in the distance. Its architecture was quite refined indeed, but what made the look of it all the more special was the material from which the finest of buildings was constructed: a reddish stone much like marble, that shone warmly, invitingly and purely beautiful in the late afternoon sun. The harbor of Ervemark was full of life, bustling with incoming and outgoing merchant-folk as well as some upper class looking ladies and gentlemen, sipping wine, playing music and singing to their heart's content as they floated about the harbor in small yet beautiful and luxurious sloops. We ended up docking in a somewhat remote corner of the port before walking the boulevard, a broad street along the docks that was overshadowed by cliffs with ruins on top of them and buildings inside them. We searched for a place to stay the night and have dinner which we did with little effort.. A view of the port of Ervemark. . . .
  5. Disappearance of a Cardinal 397 E.S. It is under unfortunate circumstances that we announce that Anders Cardinal Jorenus has disappeared. It is unknown what the circumstances were for vanishing. His stave was discovered in the graveyard alongside his wet klobuk. It is suspected that the incident occurred in the middle of the night when many were distracted in their own homes, kept in by the rain. It is with high hopes that the cardinal may be found. If you know anything about their disappearance, please send all information to His Holiness Everard VI. [OOC] Obituary of Anders Kortrevich (Do Not Metagame) Anders Kortrevich 355 E.S. - 397 E.S. Prelate of the Priesthood Cardinal and Patriarch of Jorenus Bishop of Henrikev Anders Kortrevich, pious in his actions, was a family man.. who saw all of Hanseti-Ruska’s faithful as his children. He saw fit to engage in decades-long fasting, and assisted in feeding the faithful as a father feeds his children. It is believed that in this persistence, he had obtained a miracle from God Himself; being able to harvest wheat with his stave as if it were a scythe without losing its durability. With this miracle, Anders was able to bake thousands of loaves of bread that was used to feed the people of Hanseti-Ruska. A miracle that he informed his colleague Cardinal Francis of. He had been given the belief that he was hand-picked by God to protect the faithful after surviving the destruction of Krusev in his youth, vowing to himself to live a life of piety and reverence to God since. Anders was a royal alderman for a short time, believing that that was the best way to serve the faithful. Believing there were better ways to be helpful, he did not run a second term, opting instead to become a priest, which he would serve for the rest of his mortal life. One day in his office, he had received a ‘prophetic’ vision that detailed the burning of a pyre with Elves on it. His companions in the vision, a Champion of Xan and a Canonist apparition, he initially believed this to solely be regarding the need for the Xannites and the Church to make amends to fight against Azdromoth and his followers. However, his opinion of the vision soon became more inclusive of the Principality of Savoy after its formation, noting their execution of Elves by pyre, and especially their Azdrazi presence. He was quite average in his anti-Azdrazi duties but unfortunately for the Church, his lack of knowledge about Heraldry tattoos allowed him to unwittingly let a Herald be free of public scrutiny. Surviving the vicious attack on his life by the vampire, Ser Vukosav, early in his cardinalship alongside the death of the former High Pontiff Tylos I, Anders had only reinforced the belief in his mind that he was truly destined by God to accomplish something of note. Although, he was still unsure of what. A few years later, after praying in Savoy’s Basilica, he was approached by a Dame who gave him three prophecies and a saint’s relic to deliver to the world. While he was mostly skeptical about the Dame who claimed to be sent from God, there was an itch in the back of his mind that this was what he was destined for. Delivering the ring to the High Pontiff, and delivering the prophecies to the Church’s curia and cardinals, Anders felt that he had served his divine purpose. It was in his final years of life, following the heartfelt death of his cousin Jan Otto Kortrevich, that Anders was wrought with guilt for not being able to alleviate Jan of his sins. Feeling personally responsible that his cousin most likely did not reach the Seven Skies, he had entered into a depression of sorts. On his death day, he came to the Haeseni graveyard for a moment of tranquility. However, he would instead come across Emelya Eloise Kortrevich, a daughter of Jan’s, who would go on to accuse Anders of flirting with Tatiana, Jan’s wife, and speaking poorly of Jan after his death. This left the cardinal severely heartbroken, putting him into a cardiac arrest. Not given proper attention amidst a tense situation, Anders perished with his own failure as his last thoughts before death. With his body missing, it is publicly unknown about his status except for the very few who witnessed it. Dedicated to God until the very end, he would have found peace in his final hours even while wrought with heartbreak. Amin.
  6. ✠ FROM A SQUIRE TO A HOLY SIR ✠ [!] THE COAT OF ARMS OF HOLY SIR PHILIP HUGHES DE ROSIUS [!] This is my story on how I got from being a squire, to a Holy Sir; my struggles in my training and how I succeeded in my final quest. The story of how a eighteen year old boy became a Holy Sir in the Most Holy and Supreme Order of Exalted Owyn. ✠ THE SQUIRE DAYS ✠ I, Philip Hughes de Rosius; remember it as if it was yesterday. I sent my letter to the Holy Mother Church to become a Squire to the Most Supreme and Holy Order of Exalted Owyn. It was during the Social Season that I got to hear of me being accepted into the Order; and I was quite surprised. I went to Dobrov for my first Squire training; a duel it was - while having Holy Sir August Jazloviecki as my trainer and Knight during a duel against a fellow Squire; I was the victorious one. It took up to five years of training to get to my final-quest; I obtained four of the five rings that were necessary to do so; which were Swordsmanship, Horsemanship, Blacksmith, and Education on the Scrolls. But first I had to write a thesis as tasked by Holy Sir August Jazloviecki. The years were long; but GOD gave me my strength to hold on to the tasks that had to be done. The motivation for my final quest was GOD, my wife Elaine and my newborn daughter Genevieve de Rosius; I simply could not allow it to let them down if I had failed on my final quest. Before my final quest; I had spent a few days of training with Holy Sir August in preparation of my final quest. [!]A painting of a Harpy that was flying towards Holy Sir Philip while he was on his horse. [!] And so I arrived with Holy Sir August in the lands where a strange creature had been seen. I was riding off on my own as Holy Sir August told me to discover what this creature was; and so I did. A peasant came to me and told me that there was a monster that had killed his wife; and so I followed the peasant into the mountains and we discovered a strange creature. It was a creature with the head and wings of a bird but the claws of a beast; I charged at it and started to fight against this monstrous being; and so the harpy clawed my right arm and right leg, but I did not give up. I swung my blade at the harpy it’s body and head, until it would finally give up. And so it did; The harpy fell down and a large screech would have been heard from the mountains. The harpy was suffering from utter pain, and I decapitated it; showing it a quick mercy. I bound the head to my horse to drag it to the location where I had to show it as proof of my kill; and so I did. Then, the final quest was concluded and I had to wait for me to be knighted by His Holiness High Pontiff Everard VI. ✠ THE KNIGHTING ✠ As word got to the High Pontiff; a time and date for the knighting was made. A few of House de Rosius and my distant relatives came to attend. As I was nervously waiting for the High Pontiff to arrive; I started to do a prayer for him and me family to remain as faithful as they are now. Then His Holiness had arrived; and so he told me to kneel to knight me. His Holiness then told me to recite the oath; and so I did: “I vow to never falter, to obey and guard the laws of GOD, who is the one true Creator. I vow to be the sword and shield of the Church of the Canon and her faithful, to fight for them when they cannot protect themselves. I vow to resist the temptations of Iblees and strike down those who have fallen under his dark rule.” When I had recited it, His Holiness High Pontiff Everard VI told me; “Then rise, Philip, and join your brothers as Holy Sir Philip the Kind, and be as loving to all as our God is. Vy are an Equestor of the Supreme Order of Exalted Owyn and the Church of Canon, sworn to protect the people of the Canonist faith. Vy shall be fair and just, defending the innocent no matter their rank: Beggar and bishop alike.” And so I became a Holy Sir and Equestor of the Church, it was GOD and my faith that has inspired me to reach such. For it is GOD that we defend for and for GOD who we fight. This was my story; on my journey from a Squire to a Holy Sir and Equestor of GOD and the Church. Signed, Holy Sir Philip Hughes “The Kind” de Rosius
  7. “Peaceful Rest of the Papa” Arms of His Holiness High Pontiff Tylos I Time has passed, and enough for someone close to High Pontiff Tylos I to ask - what in God's name happened to that man? Some must have wondered, some had already gone to his office, some to his ‘sweet home’, and some most likely didn’t care. The usual feelings of mortals, which were expected at all times, must have wandered gloomily through the streets, corridors, rooms, and chambers, but, did any feeling fulfill its mission? As much as Alfred Barclay wanted to become independent and abandon what he had wanted from his early days, he knew he must not do it in a simple way. As the days passed, contemplating further plans for the Church.. it came to him after a long time. Only God knows what disease caught him unprepared at that moment, but that insidious smile that Alfred had every day was different from the previous ones. A smile that could even reveal the fate of this man who will come before God very soon.. Sooner than someone would actually think. But Alfred knew there was no going back, as there used to be. Death was useless to avoid, he knew, for it catches everyone, but he also knew that there was no need to be afraid of death. What is death, if not a path to the Skies? What is a peaceful death, if not a path to God? He found the strength to go to the room, and take two envelopes from the drawer, which he had kept for a long time, it would seem. Anyone who came across these envelopes could see the following.. “A letter to the family” To my beloved Barclays, It's been a long time since we last saw each other as a family, I know that.. I feel guilty, and it eats inner me day by day. But what should a busy man do, faced with all sorts of obligations? Leaving all this is easy, but the Church is at stake, my dear ones, and I ask you to forgive me. Either way, I feel weaker considerably, and it gets worse day by day. I will certainly not last until next year, so my dear ones, I am sending you this letter, as a collective, as a family ... Let this be our last farewell. Yours only, Alfred Barclay “A collection of works of Alfred Barclay” “Life is a river that flows fast and you never know what tomorrow brings. Once you get to the ocean of death, upstream you can’t, no matter who you are. Then the sea wind takes you so you rise into the high clouds. You fall like an ordinary drop of rain; you reach the new river again. So you run again; carry those currents and swirling whirlpools of happiness and sorrow. You don't go where you want, you float where you have to, for you are bound by the threads of the rainbow. As you follow your selfish desires, they carry you like a rotten branch. And you always have to go downstream, because all the rivers flow to one side. Sometimes you're at the top, sometimes you're at the bottom, and downstream a waterfall awaits you. Then you soon flow into the ocean, and then you become a drop again.“ “Death is not beyond me. It is in me from the very beginning: it grows with me at any time. One day, I pause and it grows further in me until the whole sprouts me, and reached the edge of me. My ending its real beginning is; when she reigns further alone.“ “Goodbye, dear, goodbye; you, my friend, were everything to me once. Arranged parting without our will promises a meeting, doesn't it? Goodbye, dear, without hands, without letters, don't let your eyebrows ache to die is nothing new in this world, but living is not much newer either.“ “It was something beautiful so it passed - Or it was just a dream - More beautiful than the stars, more beautiful than the roses And the smile of mountain fairies. The nights were moonlit, beautiful And full of hot joys. The gardens were full of scents, And the roses were blooming white. There was laughter, long looks What do they know but to cut out, There was happiness, sighs of sorrow, And the anthem to the magical Arcas. She was a soul full of suns And fiery longings, which shine Sometimes like the sky a firefly shines Then he dies and dies. It used to be. Darkness is everywhere now And the pain that burns and burns. It was a dream, it was a story On one of the most beautiful evenings.“ “To meet people means to walk in its footsteps, to eat at its table, to find out what it hopes for, what it believes in. However, first of all, you should know that we are not going on a journey to interpret our truth, but to meet someone else's.” And, there it goes.. The flame of another soul that has fulfilled its mission is extinguished and is now preparing for a new path, but the path that leads it to infinity and freedom. Leaving the envelopes on the table, with a faint smile, Alfred prayed for the last time and lay down on the bed, jumping on the path without going back, but also on the path to eternity, to God, for it was his mission since his early days.. REQUIESCAT IN PACE High Pontiff Tylos the First 1820 - 1835 (b.1753)
  8. EXALTED SIGISMUND’S DAY FAIR Haeseni Canonists celebrate a religious festival, 342 ES To the faithful Haeseni flock, The Reverend Archbishop Yaromir of Henrikev and Grand Maer Franz Barbanov invite all believers to join in the Exalted Sigismund’s Day celebrations! The High Pontiff shall begin the day with a prayer over the Exalted Sigismund’s grave, which shall then be followed by festival games which offer prizes, free food and drink, and a Haeseni Saints trivia! GODANI JEST WIELKI Signed, The Most Reverend Yaromir, Archbishop of Henrikev His Highness, Franz Leopold Barbanov, Duke of Schattenburg, Grand Maer of Karosgrad
  9. THE PRINCELY ARCHDIOCESE OF ALBAROSA AN ARCHBISHOP'S ADRESS FROM THE DESK OF, Cardinalis Pelagius Albarosa Let it be known, this very document is to be deemed outdated as per the publishing of the Third Bull of Providentia, released to the laymen in the 15th of the Sun's Smile, 1807. Although, by comission of the Prince-Archbishop, Cardinal Albarosa himself, a revised and up to date version of the Archdiocese informational documents will be distrubuted to the good Canon masses in coming time.
  10. HOLY NOTICE The banishment of the foul beast. As Tuvsmas night ended, reports of a Poltergeist haunting the Basilica of Karosgrad sounded across Almaris. A call for aid was sent out and the Palatine Guard Order of the All-Saints answered that call. The Order settled in the church district of Karosgrad, readying themselves for the battles to come. Multiple times, the noble flock of Godan tried to rid the Basilica of the foul beast, but it's retreat was always temporary. Thus, Lay-Cardinal Johan Vuiller and Cardinal Alfred of Jorenus gathered the local priests and Holy Knights readying themself for a final confrontation with the phantom. Upon entering the Basilica, they could feel the thick air that had settled within. The flock moved deeper into the halls of Godan. Attending the Cardinals were Father Alfred Barclay, Father Otho, Grandmaster Theophilos Komnenos, Holy Sir Nicolas Barclay, and Holy Sir Toni. A lone member of the Haeseni Royal Army guarded the door, making sure no one else could get hurt as the exorcism took place. The Cardinals and priests, having readied themselves with prayers and chants, began the rite, and the two Cardinals made their way towards the altar. While doing this, the Holy Knights kept close to the pious fathers, protecting them from the foul demon. The battle stretched over many hours before the Cardinals were finally able to get to the Altar, and, once there, Cardinal Jorenus readied the church bells as Lay-Cardinal Johan readied a bowl with a mixture of the holy waters of gamesh, alcohol, and an elixir. He placed his aurum cross in the bowl, setting it ablaze. Lifting the bowl up towards the roof of the Basilica, he turned to the poltergeist, which took the form of a large serpent. As Cardinal Jorenus rang the bells, the Holy Knights surrounded the serpent while the fathers chanted and the Lay-Cardinal moved closer to the serpent with the holy flame. The holy chants were heard by Godan, and the serpent began to fade away. Almost victorious, Cardinal Johan emptied the bowl on his Aurum trident, allowing the holy flame to cover the weapon. He hurled the weapon towards the serpent, and the creature vanished. It's inner demons seemed to do the same, and the air lightened, the ectoplasm from the Poltergeist disappeared and with it, the seemingly lost souls that filled the Basilica found their rest, leaving Godan's terra once and for all. Singed~ Lay-Cardinal Johan Vuiller of Aquila, Horens Giant Knight-Regent of the Palatine Guard Order of the All-Saints Holy Sir Head of House Vuiller. Knight of the Black Sepulchre & Cardinal Judge Headmaster at the University of St. Sixtus Protector of the Church of the Canon and its faithful
  11. A Thesis on Love ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Maybe a few months ago, I attended the consecration of Karosgrad and the consecration of the Basilica of the Ascent of Ex. Godfrey. Truly beautiful events to remember forever. However, the Eminence, also my friends, Cardinal Manfried and Bishop Benedict, touched on a very interesting, at the same time extensive topic of love. Both times, a strange thought passed through me, which quietly whispered to me to ask myself a little, what love really is. To be honest, I did not give any concrete answer to the questions asked by the Eminence, which after the event in Providence made me think more deeply about this topic, which can be talked about reasonably. GOD with his companion of Humble servants, looking at the world And so we know and rely on the love God has for us. God is love. Whoever lives in love lives in God, and God in them. The sentence that I will always say to anyone who is worried about love. Starting to talk about love is similar to painting, or for example writing a composition or a song, there are so many ideas on the subject but again, how to start is a question. Love is a beautiful and pleasant feeling that is present in everyone's life. As long as a person lives, he feels the need to love and be loved, because without love his life would be empty and completely worthless. There is no person without at least a speck of love in his heart, otherwise, it is not a human being. The moment where love reached its climax We usually love people who are close to us and who surround us, but that is not the only kind of love we can feel. There are other kinds of love that move us and fill our life. There is love for the homeland, our city and homeland, and many more. The person carries each of these loves deep inside and does not allow anyone to endanger them. But, as beautiful as love may seem, we must remember that love is not always so sweet and beautiful. Gospel 1:43,44: ‘43 The first man held GOD with great fear and marvel, and did as he was bid, and rose to the Sixth Sky beneath the throne of the Lord. ‘44 But the first woman loved her children even greater than GOD, and would not leave. The first woman, a caring mother, did not want to leave her children, her four sons whom she loved more than God, and this angered God. After the fatal decision of the first woman, God showed her all the imperfections in her sons, which made her cry rivers of tears and mourn. She wept because she saw that in fact all things were imperfect before God, forcing her to follow the first man and ascend to the Sixth Sky. It is natural for the mother to act as the first wife did. Motherly love is, in addition to God's love, the greatest treasure of this world that one can possess, and that is why it should be admired and guarded from various evils. We have touched the beautiful side of love, which, thanks to God and his works, circulates through us all our lives. I mentioned God, who is responsible for us, for our successes and our endeavors, as well as the love we possess and from which we are happy and positive. Virtue 1:5,6: ‘5 And I have also breathed life into your heart, and the hearts of your children. ‘6 But the first woman loved her children even greater than GOD, and would not leave. Does God expect progress from us? Of course. But we are His children and He loves us all equally. I saw a father who had a little crazy son. The boy had a runny nose and he constantly wiped it with his sleeves, but his father hugged him, kissed and caressed him like other children. Thus, God, as the Good Father, loves not only His good children, but also those who are spiritually weak, because of which, of course, he suffers, but he is even more interested in them. No one can even comprehend how much God loves man! His love cannot be compared to anything! She is immeasurable, there are no limits! It is so great that a man, if he feels even a crumb of so much of His love, cannot bear it and his clay heart melts and melts like mud, because it is clay. Although we humans on this planet cry out for love, we need to remember that God is watching us, and does not want to see us grieve over one foolishness. His love passes through us, his fire of love flows through our veins and burns in our hearts, making us his beloved sons. Although we humans on this planet cry out for love, we need to remember that God is watching us, and does not want to see us grieve over one foolishness. His love passes through us, his fire of love flows through our veins and burns in our hearts, making us his beloved sons. In the most difficult and beautiful times, it is the love of God that warms us, it is the one that pushes us forward even when we are at the full bottom of the pit, and it is the one that tells us that before God we are all the same and that there is no judgment without God. With this short sentence, I just want to repeat and finish - brothers, sisters, people of this world, never forget the one who raised you when you needed it, never turn against him and against his decision, and most importantly, never to allow God’s crystal of love to cool for you, for the Lord encourages us in every new step and encourages us in every moment. - Humble Servant, Father Alfred
  12. Holy Order of Saint Wilfriche Holy Order of the Black Mace https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WZGMqKLGFpA “In hoc signo vinces” HISTORIA THEOCRACIA MILITIUM ♔Command♔ High Pontiff The High Pontiff has absolute and supreme authority over the Holy Order of Saint Wilfriche. His Holiness, Sixtus IV Holy Knight Commander The Knight-Commandant is selected by the High Pontiff from among the Knights. He is the direct commander of the Order and manages their day to day operations. Holy Ser Edward d’Ambray 'the Austere' ♘Holy Knights of the Black Mace♘ The Holy Knights of the Black Mace are chosen from the current serving cadets as seen fit by the Holy See and Holy Knight Commander. Holy Knights are sworn to uphold the Palatine Code. Knights are expected to maintain the laws of the Church as well as those of the Imperium. A high priority is set on the members of the Church and its beliefs. As the members of the Black Mace are knights of the church they are title, "Holy Ser". Knight Banneret Bannerets serve as the leaders of the Order taking charge of a division of knights. Holy Dame Aquila Elendil 'the Humble' Holy Ser Alexander Gotthold 'the Ardent' Holy Dame Karina Gotthold 'the Beast' Knight Knights are the backbone of the Order. They are experienced in matters of protection. Each knight is expected to mentor a Cadet. Some knights may also choose to specialize with the inquisition and learning to keep heresy at bay. Holy Ser Maximillian Dawnstead 'the Truant' Holy Ser Alexander ‘the Savage’ Knight Errant Knights Errant are up-and-coming knights. They are the young blood continuing their education in the Church. No longer a cadet, they are more autonomous. Holy Ser Vaerath Leydon Knight Cadet Knights in training under the banner of the Holy See. They are yet to be fully initiated into the Order. Cadets are expected to follow the orders from those above them and to learn the ways of the Church. It would be beneficial to seek a brief mentorship with a priest. Cadets are expected to complete five trials. Pierre de Robineau Dorm Amador Dane Lester ♖Inquisitors♖ Canonists that serve as inquisitors are specially trained and qualified to root out heresy and find the unholy throughout the world. Many are to be feared as they can be ruthless in achieving success in the name of GOD. “Ordo ex chao” Superior The Superior is charged with maintaining the inquisition. A Superior is the most experienced of inquisitors as is to be expected of their position. Typical duties other than rooting out heresy can be more formal such as presenting investigations to the Synod and as simple as keeping the training of inquisitors and external aid. Inquisitor Tasked with rooting out heresy. An inquisitor might find himself working anywhere in the world seeking the unholy. Sometimes that which is unholy is to be destroyed other times, a more kind approach may be taken such as turning that which is unholy back into GOD’s light. Acolyte The title bestowed upon someone seeking to become an inquisitor. Following along with an experienced inquisitor to learn the ways and traditions. “Pro deo et patria” ♘Holy Knights of Visiga♘ The Palatine Code All members of the Order are expected to follow the stations and tenets as well as take the oath. I. STATIONS i. Stand as guardians of the High Pontiff and Holy See. ii. Protect the Creator's faithful from evil, whenever possible. iii. Hunt all worshippers of evil and practitioners of darkness. iv. Keep watch in the lands of the Holy See, and uphold peace and order. v. Be the Vanguard of any Holy Crusades and Inquisitions. vi. Carry out the sentences of those convicted of crimes against the Faith and the Holy See. II. TENETS i. Share, with tolerance and understanding, the word of the Lord. ii. Maintain a powerful and unwavering faith in the Creator and His word. iii. Seek to embody Horen's Virtue and Owyn's Spirit. iv. Strive to deliver upon the faithful the embodiments of Godfrey's Gospel and Siegmund's Auspices. v. Obey, without question, the hierarchy of the Order, and ultimately word of the High Pontiff. vi. Embrace our fellow Ordermen as Brothers, and treat them as such. vii. Know to violate the Palatine Code is to be stripped of his rank and to be exiled in disgrace. III. Oath If I should falter in my course, send me never to the skies above. If I should succeed, bestow unto me His blessings, forevermore. For, now I march into a valley through which there is no path. And the stones cascade behind me, to seal my retreat. Though in this valley, I find my Brothers; Now I am named Guardian of His Flock. Should I falter, my shield shall turn to ash; But I shall not falter. Testaments of Faith FIRST TRIAL : SACRED URN The creation of the Sacred Urn, holder of the martyr's ashes, is first amongst the tests. The Urn must be fired and molded by the squire himself, all resources and tools must be chiefly his own work. After, a bishop of the Canon must approve and give his blessing, lest the squire remake the Urn. SECOND TRIAL : TONGUE OF FIRE To speak the Creator's Will is to have a Tongue of Fire, the tongue which breaks all barriers of language and communication through His Power. In order to be considered to become a Knight of the Black Mace, one must convert a heathen, one who has not had the joy to hear the Canon, and bring him fully into the fold of our community. THIRD TRIAL : SWORD OF OWYN The Creator’s Wrath brings fear and awe across the plains of existence, in every heart and mind of every being which has walked and thought. Through discipline and faith, one may acquire the Creator’s Blessing in the art of combat, to spar and wield the weapons of His Divine Will. FOURTH TRIAL : HOLIEST DUTY The Vicar of GOD is the chief priest, representative of His Divine Will. Through his words mark the words of GOD Himself, and so the tasks delivered by him also Divine in nature and spirit. Accomplish the task given by His Holiness moves one ever further in achieving the ashes of the sacred. FIFTH TRIAL : ARMOR OF FAITH To truly believe in the Grace of GOD is to have true faith in Him. The test of faith marks a man from the commoner to the most devout. Weapons of the Faithful Fill out the following application and send it to the Knight-Commandant in the Apostolic Palace next to the Cathedral of St. Thomas. IC Name: Age: Race [Human/Elf]: Status of Blood (Nobility, Gentry, Commoner, etc.): Place of Residence: Martial Knowledge (if any): Skills: OOC MC Name: Skype ID:
  13. Holy Order of Saint Wilfriche Holy Order of the Black Mace “In hoc signo vinces” History of the Order ♔Command♔ High Pontiff The High Pontiff has absolute and supreme authority over the Holy Order of Saint Wilfriche. His Holiness, Sixtus IV Holy Knight-Commandant The Knight-Commandant is selected by the High Pontiff from among the seven Knights. He is the direct commander of the Order and manages their day to day operations. Holy Ser Edward d’Ambray ♘Holy Knights of the Black Mace♘ The Holy Knights of the Black Mace are chosen from the current serving squires and from within the Faith Vigilant as seen fit by the Holy See and Holy Knight-Commandant. The title is not honorary as it is confirmed by an oath to GOD in defense of the Holy Palatinate. Holy Knights are sworn to uphold the Palatine Code upon taking the Knight’s Oath. "Virtus junxit, more separabit" Holy Knight The knights are servants of the Church’s will. They are entrusted with serving as the officers of the Holy Order of Saint Wilfriche which in turn is entrusted with the defense of the Faith, its priesthood, holdings, and the virtue of the realm. Knights exercise their charge through inquisition, crusade, and diplomacy as required and authorized. Holy Ser Maximillian Dawnstead Holy Dame Karina Gotthold Squire Squires are both the servants and the students of the Holy Knights. They clean their armor, feed their horses, polish and sharpen their blades, serve their meals, and so on. In return, the squires are trained in swordsmanship, horsemanship, the faith, and other essential aspects of Holy Knighthood. ♖Inquisitors♖ Canonists that serve as inquisitors are specially trained and qualified to root out heresy and find the unholy throughout the world. Many are to be feared as they can be ruthless in achieving success in the name of GOD. “Ordo ex chao” Superior The Superior is charged with maintaining the inquisition. A Superior is the most experienced of inquisitors as is to be expected of their position. Typical duties other than rooting out heresy can be more formal such as presenting investigations to the Synod and as simple as keeping the training of inquisitors and external aid. Procurator Serve as prosecutors and investigators during inquisitions. Procurators also have the ability to begin investigations of their own if they believe that they have found heresy or anything that might be in question. However, to act upon it, much like regular inquisitors they must bring the information to the Superior though a Procurator can take the information to the Synod as well. Inquisitor Tasked with rooting out heresy. An inquisitor might find himself working anywhere in the world seeking the unholy. Sometimes that which is unholy is to be destroyed other times, a more kind approach may be taken such as turning that which is unholy back into GOD’s light. Acolyte The title bestowed upon someone seeking to become an inquisitor. Following along with an experienced inquisitor to learn the ways and traditions. ♖Faith Vigilant♖ Canonists finding themselves serving within the Faith Vigilant will be the guardians of the Church. They will act as its defenders and avengers. And when required they will be its militant arm to do battle for GOD be it in holy crusade, inquisition, or fighting GOD’s enemies. These honorable soldiers are the vanguard of the Church. “Pro deo et patria” Marshal Commander of the Faith Vigilant. A loyal canonist and protector of the Faith. The Marshal is selected out of the ranks or appointed by the Commandant or Holy See. Sergeant Sergeants serve as the Vigilant’s trainers and most experienced soldiers. They can be relied upon in near any situation to get tasks done and to make sure that standards are kept perfectly. Sergeants can lead detachments of the Vigilant throughout all the dioceses. Chevalier The sacred footman of the order are well experienced in their roles. Serving as guards of the Palatinate and defenders of the Faith. Chevaliers are learned men of the Faith as are all men of the order. An expectation of these men are that they shall know verses from the scriptures. Footman Newly initiated members of the order. They can find their path within the branch of the Faith Vigilant or the Inquisitors if they so decide. ♘Holy Knights of Visiga♘ The Holy Knights of Visiga is an order of honorary knights. This goes back to the days of the Order of the Black Sepulchre. Knights of Visiga will have no command authority over any member of the Order of Saint Wilfriche. Members inducted into the knights will be allowed to style themselves as Holy Ser. To be inducted, one must be chosen by the Holy See. As with all members of the Order of Saint Wilfriche, even the Knights of Visiga shall follow the Palatine Code and take the Knight’s Oath. Honoured Jan Kovachev Joseph Ciacci John Kowacz Alexander ‘the Savage’ Sokol Nikovich Ragnar de Autson VI, deceased All knights formerly of the Order of the Black Sepulchre or of past holy knightly orders are encouraged to submit a letter to the High Pontiff and Knight-Commandant with their information. The information required will be placed below. The High Pontiff will make decision on who will be sanctioned to resume their place in holy knighthood. The Palatine Code All members of the Order are expected to follow the stations and tenets as well as take the oath. I. STATIONS i. Stand as guardians of the High Pontiff and Holy See. ii. Protect the Creator's faithful from evil, whenever possible. iii. Hunt all worshippers of evil and practitioners of darkness. iv. Keep watch in the lands of the Holy See, and uphold peace and order. v. Be the Vanguard of any Holy Crusades and Inquisitions. vi. Carry out the sentences of those convicted of crimes against the Faith and the Holy See. II. TENETS i. Share, with tolerance and understanding, the word of the Lord. ii. Maintain a powerful and unwavering faith in the Creator and His word. iii. Seek to embody Horen's Virtue and Owyn's Spirit. iv. Strive to deliver upon the faithful the embodiments of Godfrey's Gospel and Siegmund's Auspices. v. Obey, without question, the hierarchy of the Order, and ultimately word of the High Pontiff. vi. Embrace our fellow Ordermen as Brothers, and treat them as such. vii. Know to violate the Palatine Code is to be stripped of his rank and to be exiled in disgrace. III. Oath If I should falter in my course, send me never to the skies above. If I should succeed, bestow unto me His blessings, forevermore. For, now I march into a valley through which there is no path. And the stones cascade behind me, to seal my retreat. Though in this valley, I find my Brothers; Now I am named Guardian of His Flock. Should I falter, my shield shall turn to ash; But I shall not falter. Testaments of Faith Fill out the following application and send it to the Knight-Commandant in the Bastille of Luciensport. IC Name: Race: Are you a Canonist or willing to convert?: Do you have any notable experience?: Following section for previous Holy Ser’s only Previous Order: High Pontiff who knighted you: OOC Username: Do you have TS?: Skype (can be pm’d): ((please keep sh*tposting and memes off this. That includes references to the Teutons and White Rose. Thanks))
  14. INTERCESSION MAGIC By Viros Intro In the upper reaches of the Seven Skies, a nameless Aengul fulfills an ancient task. He, like all his brothers, was born in an instant: a spirit called forth during the dawn of all things. Unlike them, however, this spirit did not arrogantly burden the perfection of his birth with a name. Nor has he sought mortal worship--and who among all the other Aenguls and Daemons has never manifested, never once spoken? Faithfully, and for untold centuries, this silent servant has intervened in the deaths of the virtuous, calling their souls to his side to live on in glory and power, unified with him in worship of something greater. First was Horen, and all his disciples. More followed; Joren, Owyn, Clement, Godfrey, Adrian, Siegmund, Thomas, Jude, all these and innumerably more entered the Skies under his protection. Together they form the Congregation of Saints, granting the petitions of devoted mortals in the form of miraculous intervention. Intercession Magic is a new Deity magic archetype, specifically designed for members of the Canonist faith. Instead of connecting to a single “deity”, practitioners of Intercession Magic connect to the congregation of exalted, saints, and beatified in the Seven Skies. By supplicating the assistance of these saints, and by remaining virtuous and in good standing with the Church, the practitioner (called an “invoker”) may pray to saints for miracles. These miracles are unique because their outcomes are not under the control of the invoker (although they are under the control of the player); rather, the saint acts and determines all effects directly. Likewise, instead of a broad range of powers relating to a certain motif--such as Illusions, Water, or Healing--each saint grants only a specific set of miracles, relating to their portfolio. This is to allow invokers to access a range of minor abilities reflecting the diversity of the saints, without trespassing on other archetypes. Intercession Magic is divided into three subtypes, each with a rough theme. Ars Notoria are Miracles of Transcendence, which focus on insight, wisdom, and passive resistance. Ars Gloriosa are Miracles of Strength, which focus on displays of pious zeal, unity, and purity. Ars Magna are Miracles of Grace, which focus on healing, protection, and community. Each is associated with one of three Exalted; Ars Notoria with Siegmund, Ars Gloriosa with Owyn, and Ars Magna with Godfrey. The powers associated with the three subtypes are intended to communicate the ethos of their respective Exalted, and inspire players to engage others in Canonist roleplay. Initiation into a subtype is obtained by connection to the Congregation of Saints by the High Pontiff or a member of the Holy Synod (aka the Connector and the Teachers), who may also break a connection. The Congregation of Saints refuses connection to any person already connected to another Deity, and will not brook spiritual contact with anyone outside of the four descendant races. Additionally, undead characters or characters with knowledge of a Dark Arts subtype cannot use or obtain Intercession Magic. Obtaining a Dark Arts subtype or connecting to another Deity instantly breaks an invoker's connection with the Congregation of Saints. Ranks and Rituals Like other archetypes, Intercession Magic is divided into five tiers. Each tier represents increased veneration of the Congregation of Saints, and can only be accessed by dedicated emulation of the virtues of the Exalted, the Saints, and the Beatified. Generally, Ars Gloriosa emphasizes justice and strength, Ars Notoria emphasize wisdom and introspection, and Ars Magna emphasizes mercy and sovereignty. The archetype recognizes three ranks, Connector, Teacher, and Invoker. New Invokers can only be connected to or disconnected from the Congregation of Saints by a Teacher or the Connector. Likewise, new Teachers can only be raised to (or brought down from) that rank by the Connector. At any given time, there exists only one Connector--the High Pontiff. He may, through a sacrament, promote Invokers to Teachers, demote Teachers to Invokers, or sever an Invoker’s connection wholesale. When the Connector’s position is vacant, the living Teachers may assemble and conduct a holy ritual to select a new Connector from among their membership. In order for this ritual to be successful it must constitute the majority of all living Teachers participating willingly. It is important to remember that no Teacher, even when acting with others, can raise or lower someone to the rank of Teacher. Only a Connector may promote or demote a Teacher. When the Connector’s position is filled, the living Teachers may likewise assemble and conduct a different holy ritual which vacates the position of Connector, demoting the current holder to Teacher. It similarly requires a majority of all living Teachers participating willingly. Limitations Intercession Magic cannot communicate the infallible, ineffable will of the Creator, who acts of His own accord without consulting spiritual intermediaries. Neither can it confirm His existence, though the saints believe most fervently. Intercession Magic can communicate the sensible and goodly will of the Exalted, Saints, and Beatified, who will always advise mercy, righteousness, and the strict avoidance of sin. Intercession Magic cannot guarantee the outcome of future events. Although the saints and prophets know much, and can make good guesses, they are far from omniscient. Intercession Magic can make supernaturally accurate predictions and grant knowledge lost to the ages. The Congregation, and the nameless Aengul which lifts them into the Seven Skies, have seen much in their centuries watching over the world. Intercession Magic cannot grant innate power. A practitioner of this archetype humbly requests the aid of the Congregation of Saints, who dispense assistance as they see fit, and do not take presumption lightly. Intercession Magic can allow invokers to make use of incredible abilities that empower them to spread the good word of virtue. An arrogant user, who claims these abilities spring from his own heart rather than the charity of the Skies, may find himself disconnected or worse. A confused user, who worships the Congregation rather than merely asking their help, will only receive a saintly scolding. Intercession Magic cannot perform acts outside of those defined by the tier chart. While all saints and beatified look happily on veneration, they cannot grant new miracles without a subtype revision adding them. Invokers do not ever request a specific act; they simply petition the saint for "zeal", "succor", "protection", or so forth, and the miracle manifests as defined on the tier chart. Intercession Magic can be used in a variety of ways that encourages the user to be creative with the gifts of heaven, rather than make tailor-made miracles for his own purposes. Like all Deity magic, Intercession Magic places a toll upon the body and mind of the user. Constant contact with the Congregation of Saints distracts the mind, turning the invoker’s eye ever towards their realm; they may become preoccupied with particular verses of the Holy Scrolls, or trifling theological details. Likewise, the body becomes physically unimposing, even in practitioners of Ars Gloriosa, who may come to rely on miracles over force of arms. Invokers notice these changes, but generally consider them a sign of favor to be sought out. After all, the temporal world is the abode of sin. Users of Intercession Magic may only request a limited number of miracles. No invoker can petition for more than one miracle of T1 or T2 strength per IG month (RL day). Additionally, no invoker can use more than one miracle of T3, T4, or T5, strength per two RL weeks. While the saints are merciful and generous, they emphasize that miracles alone cannot bring souls to the Seven Skies. Saints and Sinners All members of the Congregation of Saints advise their petitioners to act mercifully and avoid sin. Since all saints are Canonists, they agree on what comprises sin, and--perhaps mistakenly--believe themselves to be correct on the nature of good and evil. To Canonist saints, the most grievous sins are the acts of murder, thievery, sexual immorality (which includes all carnal knowledge outside of marriage), lying, betrayal, apostasy, and idolatry, and the passions of covetousness, wrath, ambition, pride, and indulgence. They advise that while non-humans are permitted to worship foreign gods or no god at all, it is most praiseworthy to worship the Creator. If pressed, they will offer no proof for His existence, though they believe wholeheartedly and will happily profess it; rather, they emphasize faith and prayer. Likewise, while they are aware of the existence of their fellow saints and the Aenguls and Daemons of the Planes, they do not know what force brought them there, or why they were chosen above others. Though they may relate personal experiences, they decline to share any information which may be mistaken for new moral law or history; saints refuse to trespass into the realm of doctrine and dogma. Overall, saints tend to be brief in their interactions with mortals, and do not share anything except mundane (but possibly useful) knowledge, predictions of the future, and frequent reminders to act virtuously. Roleplaying Saintly Intercession Users of Intercession Magic are cautioned to remember that the powers it grants do not arise from the invokers themselves. An increase in tier does not indicate that the invoker is more personally powerful, virtuous, or wise, but rather that they have spent sufficient time contemplating the mysteries of the Seven Skies. As a user’s devotion grows, they become more attuned to the Congregation of Saints and may request more ostentatious interventions; however, no tier grants any inherent power to the invoker. Accordingly, all emotes should indicate that the user first requests a miracle, and second is granted it. No emote should imply that the miracle arose from the invoker’s own will; particularly, invokers should avoid announcing what they want specifically or what the saint should do. Instead, they make a general request, such as for purity, righteousness, guidance, or protection, and the saint responds as defined in the tier chart. This always requires at least three emotes: one where the invoker initiates the prayer or action, one where he or she requests assistance, and one where it is granted. For example: *Father Kristoff kneels in prayer, a copy of the liturgy written in Elvish before him. He prays to Blessed Daniel the Reader for sagacity in language. “Blessed Daniel, I beg your wisdom in sharing these holy words with my flock.” *Father Kristoff opens the book, and miraculously comprehends the foreign language. He reads the Hymn to Exalted Horen in Elvish to his parish. *Holy Ser Arthur leads the gathered levies in a song to St. Emma of Woldzimir, praising her mercy. He looks to the heavens and asks her assistance. “Patroness of battle, we beseech your mercy and counsel. Aid us in this conflict, that we might share the Virtue’s truth.” [!] St. Emma’s benevolent presence can be felt by those participating in the song. She will surely guide their hand in battle. *Sister Lydia begins to consecrate the newly-built home, sprinkling holy water at its threshhold. “Oh merciful Lord, we ask that your servant Blessed Thomas Denims protect this household and shield its inhabitants from evil.” [!] An aura of serene devotion descends upon the home. It will stand against strong winds and evil spirits. *Inquisitor Roland circles the room, muttering a prayer to exorcise it of wicked influences and fallen Daemons. Hearing a fell voice, he calls on Exalted Owyn’s purity. “Exalted Owyn, second prophet and nephew of Horen, I call on thee to cast out these enemies of Our Father.” *Inquisitor Roland draws his sword, which now glows with white light. It will certainly wound the supernatural interlopers. “Begone, demons!” *Brother Karl blesses the cauldron of stew meant for the poor, begging St. Tobias for mercy and generosity. “In St. Tobias’ time, friends, it is said that an empty stomach in Kralta was rarer than a chaste elf.” “And may that patron of charity see to our bellies as he has to so many others, in the Lord’s name.” *Brother Karl begins to ladle out stew, finding that the pot does not empty until every bowl is full. Disclaimer Please note that this is a significant departure from normal human religious lore, which focuses on the Creator almost to the exclusion of all else. We realize that is at odds with other server lore, and have accordingly made compromises with the archetype, adding significant ambiguity to the truth of his existence and turning the focus of our religion to the Exalted, Saints, and Beatified. This is not a vehicle for cementing human religious lore in server core lore. The only addition to server lore presented in this archetype is a new Aengul who intercepts particular souls before they enter the soul stream, pulling them to his side in the Aengudaemonic Planes.
  15. In the year of our Lord, 1561, let it be known throughout the lands that the Aesterwaldian Halfling / Farfolk Gospel Choir has been formed. As devout followers of Harringtonism, as founded by Prophet Ford Harrington, when God was revealed to him in the sewers of Felsen. The Church is against violence. The Prophet Harrington realised that Religious Experienced could be induced through the use of, what the Church deems to be, 'holy white powder'." The Gospel Choir rejects the God of Canonism and the authority of the Church, seeing it as a political power created for the purpose of attaining money, rather than a religious power. The Church of Harrington, however, believes that religion should not play a part in politics and should not be incentivised by money. All donations to fund the expansion of the Church should be sent to High Prophet Ford Harrington. The Church regularly patrols the streets singing the Gospel of Prophet Ford, baring arms against everyone who opposes them. The Church favours violence. To sign up, please fill in the form at the bottom of the poster. Name: Race (Farfolk of Halfling?) : Age : Reason for converting to Harringtonism : Would you be willing to support the Church financially to ensure that financial corruption can be brought to an end? ((OOC)) MC Username: Skype:
  16. Abbey of Veracruz The Abbey of Veracruz is a monastic establishment dedicated to the Creator and the Church of the Canon. It is led by the Abbot Humbert de Bar. The monks must take the vows of celibacy, poverty and temperance. Often monks will travel to collect donations and distribute alms alike, as well as preach along the roads. Inside the abbey they will write books, pray, chant and hold mass. It is open the general public for visiting and residing at temporarily. If one is interested contact Abbot Humbert. History of the Abbey The abbey started as an idea by several pilgrims upon arriving to Athera. The pilgrims quickly rushed to a location they referred to as the spot to construct the abbey at. They were led by Thibaut the Pious and Humbert de Bar. Construction quickly began but was slowed down when the foreign workers that were working on it, moved on to different lands across Athera. Due to slowed construction the pilgrims began abandoning the idea. Humbert de Bar, abbot of the abbey declared that they move to Adunia in an effort to revitalize the effort. This didn’t work as Adunia became abandoned. Humbert de Bar retired, until the Stafyrs from Werdenburg reconstructed the Abbey at the same site. Soon the High Pontiff gave the abbey back to Humbert, jumpstarting the effort to create the first monastery on Athera. Hierarchy Abbot - The Abbot is the leader of the abbey, serving the High Pontiff directly. He leads the monks in mass. The Abbot selects the monks from among the acolytes, giving sermons during supper and delegating the monks jobs. Prior - The Claustral Prior is the second-in-command of the abbey. He oversees the everyday living inside the monastery, responsible for the internal and daily affairs of the abbey. Monks - The monks comprise the majority of the inhabitants of the abbey. To become one, an acolyte must attend mass and be deemed ready before taking the vows. Monks are expected to follow their vows and fulfill their duty as monks. This includes travelling, collecting donations and distributing alms as well as writing books, praying and holding mass when necessary. Also they must worship the Creator and follow the Church of the Canon. Acolytes - Acolytes are new recruits interested in being monks or maybe even diocesan clergy. They are still learning how to properly live a monastic life and the values of being a member of the clergy. When the abbot deems them ready they will take the vows and become a monk. Location and Recruitment The Abbey is located very close to Werdenberg. It is fully constructed but just needs to be renovated ((and properly claimed)). At this moment there are only a couple monks, but we are looking for up to ten only at this time. Just contact Humbert if you’d like to become one. ((Feel free to pm me on the forums if you don’t notice haribo2805 to be online. I would like to interview you IG if possible so keep that in mind. ))
  17. You notice a poster pinned up within the Churches and cities of Oren The Friars of St. Amyas Who are the Friars? We are the humble friars of the church. Preaching the ways of the Creator and distributing alms to the poor. We live our lives as humble men, not being boisterous and not causing trouble. The first mendicant order, we find the secular clergy too stationery to work to help the poor of the Empire survive. What are our goals? Our goals are simple, we work towards the betterment of all people. We shall take those that can no longer care for themselves, provide for their families, afford shelter and or food under our holy wings in hope to better their well being. We pledge ourselves to following the tenets of the faith, to make sure that all may live. What is our belief? We believe in the Doctrine of One. The belief that the Creator is architect of the universe and progenitor of humankind. He is unique and inherently one, omnipotent, omnipresent, and omnibenevolent. We believe that it is a requirement to have a good understanding about the religion. Our Ranks: Master of the Order - Pontiff Adeodatus the First The Head of the Entire Order, he makes all major decisions for the order and is the only one able to ordinance one as a full friar. He is able to accept members into the order. Grand Vicar - Edward of Salvus The head advisor to the Master of the Order. This man has proven himself as a worthy friar and is the second in command of the order. Also a scribe for the Master of the Order, he can also make minor decisions concerning the order. He is also able to accept members into the order. Friars - None as of yet These men are men sworn into the order. They must preach, hand out donations to those in poverty, watch over the less fortunate and live a life of humbleness. Friars rarely stay within a town for a long period of time and instead journey around the Empire, helping those in need. These men have taken the vow of the Friars Minor. Novice - None as of yet These aren’t full members of the Order but study to be full friars. These They are not permitted to wear the grey robes of the friars but can distribute alms if told to by the Friars. These men have not taken the vow that is needed to be in the order. Laymen - None as of yet Men who serve the church devoutly but aren’t official members of the Order. They usually are labourers for the church, they farm, pin up notices and collect donations. These are simply holy men but not one officially part of the church or clergy. This role cannot be held by a serving clergyman. Location- We have a small abbey within the great duchy of Furnstock, we give thanks to Duke Uthor Silverblade for such generosity and kindness. The perish has a small farm, pigpen and room for cows. We shall make improvements as the order progresses Application: Some application forms are pinned to the bottom of the parchment ((https://docs.google.com/forms/d/1YZGZpUUcVBe3UFsHatPxlvdvA8kXRE-ER-ijXuBkyXE/viewform)) Please wait patiently for a response.
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