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Most Holy Father,
I once again thank thee for thy grand gesture of letting myself, thy most humble squire, lead tonight's mass. Here is the list, sadly much too short, of the attendees:
Eben Rochair
Delcarakdur
Carolin Kazami
And thyself, Father Hugo.
They were all laggards and their tardiness was noted, but they should be commended for the minimal effort of their physical presence. I dost believe that last eve's merriment has proven an impediment to the impious masses, and due to incredible impudence shown by said filthy masses, were incapable of even attending. My humble recommendation is the immediate cessation of such merriment until the Baron's flock is once again returned to the pen of the righteous and pious. A penitentiary crusade to raise money for a new chapel or cathedral seems like a suitable place to begin, in addition to wearing cilices (use the word sackcloth or hairshirt so they don't misunderstand) while undertaking it.
I have left thou with a copy of mine own sermon. I dost know I did not include sufficient emphasis on the gluttony and indulgences of the flesh, as I was expecting a more pious town. I did include an uplifting improvisation, as I felt that reminding them they wretched sinners would aid them in their fervour and zeal to improve upon themselves.
As the old year taketh its leave and the new doth dawn, I bid thee mark well these words. For the turning of the year is not a mere trifle of time, but a divine summons to gird thy souls with the armor of Virtue and to stand steadfast against the encroaching shadows of the Void! The Guardian lurketh still, scheming in darkness, and it is upon thee—the faithful of the Avatar—to rise and thwart his wicked designs!
Reflect, then, upon the sins of the year past. Have thy tongues spoken falsehoods? Have thine eyes turned away from thy brother’s plight? Have thy knees quailed where courage was demanded? Each transgression is a stone cast into the foundation of our fair realm, cracking its very core. Yet despair not, for the new year bringeth with it the chance to mend thy ways! Redemption lieth ever within thy grasp, if thou but taketh up the Virtues anew and walkest boldly upon the Avatarian path!
Yet know this: thou art not called to labor alone. Britannia is a great tapestry, and each thread is bound to the other. And now, the town of Cove, that noble stronghold of Honor and valor, doth call upon its brethren for aid. The building of new barracks, wherein the defenders of Virtue may be trained, is a task most righteous, yet it cannot be done without thy support.
Give, then, of thy wealth and thy toil, for such Sacrifice is pleasing in the sight of the Virtues. He who giveth in the name of Justice and Honor shall have his name writ in the Codex of Infinite Wisdom, remembered for his service to Britannia’s glory. Let no man or woman stand idle whilst the walls of Cove cry out for succor!
Moreover, let us give due thanks to the Baron of Cove, whose divine right to rule is a blessing upon the land. By Providence is he chosen, and by the will of the Virtues is his throne upheld. To serve the Baron is to serve the cause of Britannia’s unity, for his just hand guideth the people with wisdom and fortitude. Uphold him in thy prayers and deeds, for his leadership is as a bulwark ‘gainst the tide of chaos.
Thus, I charge thee, noble souls of Britannia, rise this year not as mere men and women, but as champions of the Eight Virtues! Let the flames of Honesty, Compassion, Valor, Justice, Sacrifice, Honor, Spirituality, and Humility burn brighter than e’er before. Together, let us banish the darkness and bring forth a new age of light and righteousness!
Go forth, then, with hearts afire, and let thy deeds shine as a beacon unto the world. May the Avatar guide thy steps, may the Baron of Cove reign in wisdom, and may the Guardian tremble before the might of thy Virtue!
