The rod tugged at him, another one already? He reeled in the creature, a tiny thing, a fool to fall for his bait, was it the same one who had fallen for Jan’s bait? It didn’t matter. This however he would never be able to confess to the man himself - Fiodor would very soon after ordaining Adrian become High Pontiff Tylos II, this never quite changed Adrian’s views of the man. The boy had never known his father and cursed him to this day for abandoning him and his siblings, the young Acolyte grew close to Fiodor and truly considered him the father he never had. Was it his parents, had his pranks made him repentant or did God influence him to join? This was one of the questions Adrian or Pontian, as he was known now, had never been able to answer to others or himself truthfully, there had always been a harmless lie buried beneath his answers - Fiodor would become his teacher in the Church and mentor soon thereafter. The Vicar threw the line back out and his mind began to wander once again, something influenced the boy to join the Church.
CRUSADERS OF THE LOST IDOLS SPEED FORMATION TRIAL
Jan had been a most troubled child, but through trial and error the man had become a presentable one, with a wife, children and men serving underneath him - Then Jan caught his own carp, reeling the line in he discovered a tiny fish had fallen to his bait, a frown appeared over the mans face and he threw the fish back out into the river. To his left was Jan Ivanovich, a man who had served by his side since he was but a child, after his father’s unfortunate demise in Hanseti-Ruska. He quickly killed the fish and tossed it into a basket nearby, there was no reason to prolong its suffering. He had pondered over this question much in his youth, but these days he hardly had time to do anything but to lead the Church. A smile formed on his features and he unhooked the thing and inspected it… God had given descendant-kind dominion over the animals, so we may fill our bellies. Then the line pulled! And the old man began to pull and heave, grabbing the line and slowly lifting the line up, an adequately sized carp had fallen for his snare. To his knowledge, it remained there until the Basilica was destroyed many years later. The ancient Priest reminisced about his youth in Providence, where he had met many children of his age, they had formed bonds there, but he had always had a closer relationship with his sister, fondly recalling breaking into the Basilica and lightly vandalizing the meeting hall's wall with a "Adrian was here!" His sibling followed his lead and inscribed "Katerina was here!" Beside his own. His own life had been long and filled with history. Today the Vicar of God found himself in Florentine, specifically the Reden River, he had come here to fish: there was an abundance of carp in the river and it would make a fine meal for the evening. He had taken the liberty to go on pilgrimages to explore the warmer corners of the world, leaving the Mother Church in the tender care of the Vice-Chancellor and the Curates who had done a wonderful job in his absence. It had crawled upon him slowly, the disease, he had made attempts to hide his ailing state for some time now, but by now he was sure everyone knew.
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