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Greetings from Land O Lamis.
The majority of our fine country practices devout Catholicism. We are working to promote the faith in many ways while keeping our people free. We accept Tryzalorian Catholicism. Now what exactly is entitled in the Gosling See?

Jaytaria wrote:

The Dominion of Jaytaria welcomes Land o lamis to Tryzalore and humbly demands that they accept Tryzalorian Catholicism and submits to the Gosling See

It's Andiluvian Catholicism, but essentially the same thing.

For the first time in hundreds of years via Tryzalorean times taxation has fallen below 50%! This is truly a time to celebrate! Truly a time to be glad!

Silly goose wins wrote:

[Beads of sweat drip from the Paikomian guard's brow as he gazes into the dark recesses of the basilica. Only seconds ago, he heard a strange moaning sound come from one of the corners of the ancient holy place. "Is he here? Has he come out of his chambers?" another Paikomian guard asks, holding his sandwich firm. Suddenly, the basilica doors burst open, and a priest comes running, desperately warning the guards, "No, no, no... The vicar is upon us! Flee!!!" Clicking sounds echo throughout the basilica as a small creature scurries across the ground in front of them, darting from one marble pillar to the next. "This can't be happening!" one of the guards yells. "Drop your weapon and armor. It'll only slow you down!" the other guard calls back as they begin racing for the sanctuary at the back of the basilica. One guard trails behind, barely gripping his sandwich. "Come on, you can make it!" the other guard encourages him to persevere. But it was too late. Chattering, chomping teeth sounds quickly gain upon the poor soldier as he is overtaken. "Noooo!!" the other guard cries. "Please, spare him!" The overtaken guard tried to resist, but it was too late. The scurrying vicar without any legs overcame the first guard, devouring the guard's sandwich. A deep, villainous laugh echoes throughout all of the basilica: "Ha... ha... ha... and... there was GNASHING OF TEETH!!" The vicar lept upon the other guard in a single bound, tearing his sandwich to pieces.]
There is no hope for mortal men's sandwiches. All must offer up the Italian cannoli or be set upon by the legless vicar.

[A confused stare was on the face of the Emperor as he and the King of Diluvianos had arrived to make homage to their charge. Seeing the legless Vicar act as a vampire was disturbing to say the least.]
"Holy Vicar," said the Emperor. "We have come to inform you of Emperor Nabudach's death, I, Catolicos, lead the Empire now and have come with an offering of PaiKomian Make Prosthetic Legs, Andros the Ancient and Venerable brings with him an offering of Pizza and Italian Sandwiches. We wish to receive your blessings and see what can be done to restore peace to the world, led by the vigor of Catholic Generosity and Charity."

Andiluvia welcomes New priimydia into the world and we recognize their claims to legitimacy as a nation. If they require a haven we are prepared to allow them to settle the lands of Tai-Two so that they may have a homeland with suitable defenses.

[A deshelveled and scruffy looking young man dressed in a poor fitting military outfit with a captains hat on his head rises to the podium, beside him is Emperor Catolicos IX of Andiluvia and to the other side of him King Andros IV of Diluvianos.]
"To the people of the world!" He announces. "I am Grachus Julius Heraclius II, son of the Regent. A violent communistic coup was attempted upon me and my people by the monsters of the old realm. Harely Combest-- I mean Yelrahus Tsebmocus, you failed and by the help of my people and my allies beside me on each side we have survived. Alas, my father was killed by the agents and the Regent is dead. As his son I rise to the occasion as a new Regent, a Regent for Life. For the sake of peace I am consolidating the Armed Repubublic of New Priimydia into the Principality of of New Priimydia until further notice. I appoint myself as Prince Regent and with our recent recovery of nukes from Priimydia dare any nation to try to strip us of our God and our liberty. Long life to Priimydia, long live the Church, and may God have mercy on our souls!"
[He is then ushered off the stage surrounded by a cohort of guards.]

Enthisea wrote:

Hello Tryzalore, I am Mayusevrak Felikarij, Leader of Enthisea!

Hello Mayusevrak:

Do you accept the faith of the land and bend the knee to the Andiluvian Catholic Church and give homage to our religious leader and representative on earth, Nabudach III, Pope, Vicar, Patriarch, Primarch, and Leader of the Anduhalen-Gosling See.

Truly,

Emperor Catolicos IX

To all Catholics. The need for direction of the faith has returned. The Vicar of the Church appears to be dreadfully ill and thus we would call a council to determine the seat of the papacy. I, Andiluvian Cardinal-Archbishop Lorantio Erreberez, invite all people to come to Anduhalen for what I believe to be our 4th Ecumenical Council and invite Bishops as representatives of all nations to attend. Likewise, New Priimydia, being such a young nation and with her territories not yet established, shall have the Cardinal of Andiluvia representing their interests until they are given the means to become voting members.

[Static is on a television screen until the face of the Emperor, Catolicos IX, appears on the screen with kin around him and the heir apparent, Hilario Arias Erreberez, beside him. He looks around, gives a thumbs up, lifts a piece of paper, then turns to the lot that is all around him and aloud announces.]
"I have just been made aware from my Council of Scientific and Defense Advancement had informed me that Andiluvia has found itself in the possession of W.M.D. Andiluvia has developed a number of powerful bodies and the ultimate deterrent has now been made available for the cause of war. We, a wartorn and tired nation, do not aim to make use of any offensive capabilities, but we announce to the world that the great Empire shall no longer allow itself to be victims in the suffering that has been wrought by more militarily capable powers. The Holy Empire of Andiluvia, the Nation of God, the Nation of the Black Eagle, the Nation of Pilgrims and the Downtroddem, the Nation of Liberated-Slaves, announces to the world that we are the defenders of the Faith, and that we are the leaders of the Faithful! Long Live the Holy Empire of Andiluvia, For God Wills Our March. For God and the Virgin!"
[This is followed by the Emperor falling backwards into a chair with a nosebleed, having not taken a single breath the entire speech he has fallen unconscious.]