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Post by The Bishop Marcus on Jun 30, 2011 2:51:40 GMT -5
I, as Bishop of the Lancea Sanctum of Novi, do open this thread for all who wish to enter and walk the path of Longinus. Midnight and daytime masses convene at noon and midnight, with special request services available for those who notify in advance. A banquet hall is available for rent as well. We welcome all, damned or not (yet). You may rest your weary bodies, but the Lancea Sanctum helps one to rest their souls in the Danse Macabre. Welcome all. How may I help you tonight?
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Post by The Bishop Marcus on Jul 2, 2011 1:53:20 GMT -5
(Midnight mass has passed for the day, and most of the attendants have left. All that remain are kindred, sensing BP from those that stayed longer. Motioning a few minutes later to have the kindred move to the front pues, I speak to them briefly of the recent targets who had stolen the recent shipment of "goods").
"We must assure that these thieves be handled justly. May Longinus be with you as you go. As always, take care in acquiring information and don't be over rash. The church supports all actions taken against this threat. Should you commit a sin, and need confess to me I am always available either by contact through the priests or in the confession room. Go now in peace."
I walk into the confessional booth, awaiting for someone to enter and speak their troubled mind.
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Post by Clouse or Dale on Jul 2, 2011 2:02:01 GMT -5
As clouse was there he sat in the front pue sitting the listening and after the bishop goes in to the confessional he is the first to enter. (I will send a PM of what I am saying)
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Post by Lord Seamus Mcfee on Jul 2, 2011 14:14:06 GMT -5
((ftr if u want something like that whole shipment thing to happen please PM me first so i can no, and possible play with it as an actual plot point. ))
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Post by Lucian D'Revere on Jul 3, 2011 11:17:24 GMT -5
An intrepid Lucian waltzed his way into the church with a fair look to his face. He was dressed in his white and black outfit, proudly wearing his newly made pair of leather gloves (described in the Crucidrink thread).
The man sat in the rows, at the very front seeing Clouse enter for confession after hearing the Bishop's words. But he had no confessions to make. Lucian had already confessed for killing Heby, regardless of how fundamental it was to have him removed from the board, the danse macabre- like life, was nothing one should throw away so easily. This sin still weighed on his heart, even now.
True as this was, this place was holy, and it would be here where he'd say his prayers and spend a few hours looking upon the idols of God and his Son. It was a queer case for Lucian in these last few months- he had found God in a special ways that would be unexpected for the Sanctified. Clearly, it was as rational as it was pertaining to the irrational- and then some. Faith, though, is as irrational as you can get for a special- moral- purpose.
It didn't matter if God truly, scientifically existed, as it was not faith in his true existence that brought him such resolve. It was the fact that believing in God made him FEEL better. Feeling, something which faith is based in- in such a large portion it made monuments to itself. Someone can live their life, or unlife, trying to learn everything there is to know with the greatest detail and rational accuracy. But, would that truly make them feel better? Would it really comfort their existence?
Lucian walked a line here: it was a goal of his to know what is important, but at the same time he believed in God not because God has been proven to him- but because God made his macabre existence worth something, emotionally. In a way he excepts God's Gifts; Theban Sorcery and Longinus's legacy; the damnhood of the kindred as just another road on the path of existence. Among other things, as all the time he had spent in this place had brought thoughts and 'feelings' he never really explored before.
It was because of all this, that now upon the prime of his Princehood, he felt a connection to this place.
This church was the house of an ideal, God or no God, it didn't matter. He would still draw strength from his faith, faith that lays happily and heartily in the realms of logic and reason. A contradiction who's existence was a beauty in the eyes of a man who had seen little to none for over a thousand years.
"In Nomeni Patri Et Fili Spiritus Sancti." He said in a whisper, crossing himself.
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Post by Lord Seamus Mcfee on Jul 3, 2011 20:27:23 GMT -5
A man dressed in a jet black trench coat with a cow boy hat that looked freyed at the edges like it had been burned walked in. You couldnt see his face because his hat was tilited down in front of it.
The man stood at the doorway for a second took a deep breath and walked into the church. He walked straight up to the alter, bowed to one knee, started praying under his breath adn then collapsed in red tears as he laid on the alter.
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Post by The Bishop Marcus on Jul 4, 2011 3:06:23 GMT -5
After Clouse leaves the confessional and the next kin is about to enter, the commotion of the man falling before the alter grasps my attention. "My dearest apologies kindred but I must attend to this matter. I shall hear your words promptly after and absolve you of your sins."
Alert to my surroundings, I look around to still see only kin and a body collapsed on the floor. Striding toward the collapsed body, I point to a number of priests and issue a few commands in Latin "Towels tegumenta et praeparate lectum in infirmaria. Aqua et alligandum. PROPERANTIA!" The body is carried off by a number of priests to the infirmary. "Quidquid accidit, me certiorem." (Those that speak Latin: "Towels and blankets, prepare the bed in the infirmary. Water and bandages. HURRY!" and "Inform me of whatever happens.")
I speak some words of care to the congregation of kindred. "Please do not be alarmed. We are taking this person under the utmost of care and will see to any wounds." After a while of settling down the commotion I ease the troubled thoughts of the congregation of kin. "The confessionals are still open and available. I urge everyone to be cautious and safe on your way home tonight." I motion for some priests to help clean up any mess made from the incident. Walking back to the confessionals, I motion to the kin who was about to confess to me earlier. "Please my child, let me hear your sins. I have not forgotten about you." The confessionals ended quickly that day, in part from the help of some priests occupying additional confessionals.
I walk quickly to the infirmary where the body lays, wounds treated best as possible. "What condition is he in my brothers?" as I look to the two priest kin tending to his wound. I could not have trusted this person's wounds to any better kin of the church. Eagerly concerned I look for their reply.
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Post by Lord Seamus Mcfee on Jul 4, 2011 10:32:06 GMT -5
The man stares at you, his hat still on, and it looks as if there had been a mini fight umogst them all. He was clearly trying to resist them bringing him to the infirmary. When you ask what kind of state his in they tell you he is fine, not even a scratch on him. after there done talking the man moves his attention from you to the floor. "Êàê ÿðìàðêà ìîæåò òàêîâûå èç áîãà áûòü, êîãäà ñàòàíà îñòàåòñÿ â åãî äîìå" ((for all those that speak russian how fair can those of god be when satan rests in his house"
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Post by The Bishop Marcus on Jul 4, 2011 11:57:05 GMT -5
"How odd for a man without injury to fall before the alter without injury with tears of blood. What are you here for?" (I don't understand what he says, but know it is Russian being spoken). "I don't speak Russian. Do you know English or Latin?"
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Post by Lucian D'Revere on Jul 4, 2011 12:43:33 GMT -5
Though Lucian had witnessed the man falling on the altar, he had a feeling that his presence was needed somewhere else- and left orders to the priests to have Marcus keep note of the incident, and inform him of it in detail when he has a chance.
Longinus himself seemed to be guiding him back to the Crucidrink...< Thus his arriving at the Crucidrink.>
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Post by Clouse or Dale on Jul 4, 2011 13:11:58 GMT -5
Clouse walks over to the alter and asks "Whats matter anyone need help?"
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Post by Lord Seamus Mcfee on Jul 4, 2011 13:49:48 GMT -5
he looked at him for a second "Possum lingua deos ur certi Sed quomodo hominem homini Deum timet ita ambulant intetly adiuvet" he says in latin ((translation I can speak the language of ur gods sure, But how can a man so godly walk so intetly to help the man he fears))
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Post by The Bishop Marcus on Jul 4, 2011 19:10:56 GMT -5
(Doing this post from my phone so bear with me)
I hear Clouses ask for assistance and I motion him to come to the infirmary with me.
Spoken in Latin: "I do not know you nor do I know why I should fear you. Please be a little more straightforward as to why you come to this Sanctified place and fall before the altar in bloody tears, then state I, the Bishop, act as I do."
Turning to Clouse, I give him a brief look that conveys to be on guard, passing off as a look of his thoughts about the matter.
"I highly recommend that you not take such good will for granted, despited whatever indifferences you claim we have." (Do I sense BP from him?)
In Latin: "What brings you here in such a manner? What is it you seek to accomplish?"
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Post by Lord Seamus Mcfee on Jul 4, 2011 21:26:22 GMT -5
((BP 6))
in latin "fear is not what is I, fear as what is you. my tears are of joy and of love for the true father has sent me here on a mission, to control take and reclaim what is his. starting with the church and there goods"
he says all this as more tears stream down his face, and a smile very nerve racking comes onto his face"
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Post by Clouse or Dale on Jul 5, 2011 0:26:36 GMT -5
Having no clue the words that are being spoken and only going off what the bishop has spoken Clouse trys to help where he can feeling the bishop has it under control speech was he keeps quiet.
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