• April 9, 2012 /  OOC

    Well, this is it guys. I am sad to say the real life comes to steal me away.. I can’t say how long it will be before I’m back in time for a proper character.  And so it comes, Bene has come to his deathbed. The ballad of the Thorn-Crowned Cardinal has come to its close. Deo Gratias!

    I’ll miss Bene. He has been a unique and wonderful chartacter. He represented a lot of myself and a lot of things that are no where near myself.  I have a certain closeness to Bene. He represents a lot of the doubts of us discerners as well as our hopes. Yes, us discerners. I am going to come out and say it to all of you now: I am currently discerning to the Catholic Priesthood and in all likelihood, I’ll go to seminary in a year or two and in several following, I’ll kneel at the altar for ordination. As a discerner, do I agree with a lot of what Bene did? No. I can’t say if he was called to the Priesthood in the end and what of his decisions are right and wrong.. but, I never really expected to either.

    I want to thank you all for making this game as stunning as it is. I’ve played a few MUs in my day and this one is my favorite. the combination of a beautiful theme, wonderful players, and great RP.  Please, keep up the great work. I’ll stick around with my alts and get some RP when I can with them. Yet, I cannot say you’ll really be seeing as much of me as I’d like in the time ahead.

    As I said, he meant a lot to me. I hope to have many of his virtues and hope I can have learned from his faults. I hope you enjoyed him. I did.

    Give me a few months and you’ll have a new young priest.

    In the meantime, a song.

    http://youtu.be/ZDHwAoBQWJA

     Johnny Cash. Need I say more?

     

  • April 4, 2012 /  Reflections

    Dear Bishop ab Domincanus

    Well, life never ceases to amaze sometimes and certainly does keep us busy. A blessing and a curse in many ways, but one which we bear quite willingly. I have taken to spending a little more of my time here at the Abbey, sometimes even neglecting the daily commute back to Church Square and home. The abbot’s bed has become a little less harsh, though I still perfer that of home to this.

    The Abbey is growing on me, I’ll confess. It has a sort of, quiet, austere charm to it all. The monks, though seemingly unable to laugh and only a few still possessing the ability to smile, are quite kind once you do get to know them. Excellent people, the thought brings a smile to me even now. One can wander the grounds for a long time and take in the cold fall air. I am sad that autumn is leaving us behind.. the cold fingers of winter now begin their steady onset. Yet, I think it all shall look quite nice with a blanket of snow and the pond with a good layer of ice.

    I like thinking of such things as the monks and snow on monastery grounds. Far preferable, I find, to some of the other thoughts of late. I cannot quite place it, but I feel so.. weary these days. Far more weary than I ever did as Cardinal. And in the midst of the weariness, I miss Julea all the more. I visit he grave from time to time, give the news of the city, talk about it all. It helps, though not quite enough lately. The questions of her death remain unanswered, hidden amongst the whispers and shadows of Lithmore. Part of me desires to confront the one man I have not confronted on the death. I wish to see His Majesty, but I am afraid of what might happen if I do. I mean, I’m not -stupid-, am I? But still, he is the one who I cannot face, not yet. Perhaps.. perhaps I should invite him to the Abbey, show him about our grounds. I might like that, I think. I shall write a letter.

    And then there is Lady le Storm. I worry for her sometimes, though have faith. She is young, does not realize all that she does. Yet.. I am sad for her. She must be so afraid beneath it all. Lithmore is different than Tubor, of that you can be sure, and she has so many new things to think about and attend to. To me, she’s become the troublesome, mildly annoying teenage daughter I’ll never have. She gives me grey hairs, yes, but I can’t help loving her like a father would a child. A lot of Lithmore seems to draw that sort of affection from me lately. Not a bad thing, I suppose.

    How are you faring, Bishop? I heard that the Spiritists have sprouted up again in Irisum, a pity. Send my regards to mother and father, ask them to have faith in me. They are in my prayers. Of course, you are as well and your good work. Please, I ask your prayers of me as well. Lord knows I need them.

    Sincerely,
    Fr. Piuso

  • April 1, 2012 /  Quotes and Logs

    “People are like good wine, time and age but improves them and sometimes they taste foul at first, but give them a year or so and they become something simply splendid.”

    Admittedly, I stole the inspiration for that one from Pope John XXIII

    “But sin does not defeat us by breaking our souls, it defeats us when we let it consume us, to become all we are and though a man may never sin in his life, if he dwells in the sins of others and lets the darkness about him consume who he is, he is no less dust than a Thief on the street, the murderer in the night, or the mage.”

    I was please with that one.. thought provoking for me as someone who wastes too much of his time thinking about things like sin.