NationStates Jolt Archive

King Gregory ap Liam based up and down in his chambers. The book lay on the table. He wasn't sure where it had come from. It was not a book generally known in Halista or any other kingdom of the Empire. Gregory knew that most of his fellow monarchs would think less of him for even reading it. He knew they'd be horrified if they thought for a moment he took it seriously. He was sidhe, not human. What use had he for the ridiculous superstitions mortal men used to deal with their own mortality? The gorgeous being shook his blond head, looking off into space. After a moment, he walked back and gently fingered the leather cover of the book, the engraved title of The Holy Bible. The king turned abruptly, flinging open his chamber doors. "Constance!"

It was late, after midnight for certain, but the bogganess who attended the king was there within moments, clutching her silken night gown in the chill night air. "Yes, Your Majesty?" she asked, curtseying.

Gregory hesitated for just a moment. "Send word to the nations which contain the Cross-Wor...Christians. We intend to allow open our borders to peaceful missionaries."

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Goi Yesi, Dobry Knyaje Grigoriy (Greetings to you, Honourable King Gregory),

The Holy Sinod of the Taraskovyan Orthodox Church has heard of your call and will be honoured to send those faithful to the Vigvar Patriarchate to your lands to spread the word of Christ. Those missionaries would bear no ill intent and cause no harm, for should they do so they would betray the preaches of Christ and forever condemn themselves to fiery gehenna.

Greetings Most Holy Sinod,
You may begin the construction and operation of missions at your convenience.
By my own hand,
King Gregory ap Liam

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