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[Thick incense pours through the vast bronze doorway with boys' choirs sounding in the background, and guards with pikes march out of the basilica as a booming voice is heard through the doorway.]
While we welcome unity against wickedness and the destruction of evil, we find ourselves hesitant to be led by any other than our strict order of clerics. We are sympathetic to the Voice of the Counsel (definitely not the counsel)'s philosophic viewpoint that there may be too much order in authoritarian systems. As it is, we are against being dominated by such systems of rule. Is not free will a divine gift?
We pledge our cooperation against evil in the world and vow to defend the helpless, but the Gosling See cannot submit to temporal, earthly authority. The Gosling Guard will ally with temporal powers, but it will be led only by our vicar.
[Golden geese eggs are passed out as gifts, the tiara of the vicar inscribed thereon. The sound of a screaming goose laying golden eggs can be heard in the background. An icon of brussel sprouts can be seen carved into the side of one of the pillars of the basilica. But there is another unidentified vegetable in an icon carved on another pillar.]
Priimydia and Grand order of disorder
The Holy Emeperor Nabudach assumes this is a rejection of his call to a Council in order to appoint a leader of the faith to the Catholics of Tryzalore and discuss the necessary matters of a united Church of many rites?
Shut your filthy mouth you nihilistic pig!
Priimydia and Silly goose wins
The United Provinces of Priimydia will have a Priimydian as Pope or none at all.
King Andros humbly implores you to keep to the faithful and attend the council as to not sow dissent that is to be exploited by the dastardly speaker of evil such is Doorlight.
Let it be done according to God's will and only his own. We subject ourselves to his will and it be done at his whim.
Priimydia, Silly goose wins, and Grand order of disorder
[The Goslings of the Holy City of Goosedom gaze with awe into the evening sky as they watch his holiness, Pope Swellington, ascend into the heavens atop a fiery chariot. The third man, it is said, who has not seen death. His last words were strange but mysterious: "This is my eighty-seventh donut. I don't know how much more I can... (gurgle, gurgle)" It was not an hour before the cardinals began their conclave, seeking a new holy leader who might unite the fractured members of the sacred religion scattered throughout Tryzalore. Within two minutes, the cardinals knew their selection for the next vicar: his pious face seemed to glow as he entered the conclave, a nephew of the Emperor of Andiluvia, his mother being a member of the royalty of Priimydia. As white smoke rose from the top of the basilica, the new vicar stepped onto the balcony to greet the Faithful Goslings. A Jaytarian heckler was seen approaching the vicar's balcony from below, but just as he neared the balcony, the last beam of light from the evening sun fell on his face, and he died of an intense sunburn. Rest his soul. He never got to use his salty memes. The vicar announced to his people:]
Dearly beloved, it is I, Pope Swellington II, who greets you. Last night I had a vision, a dream, that we may yet be nearer to reconciliation with the holy regions of the world. I was told in my vision that the great Emperor of Andiluvia was being given a soft heart - that he may yet recognize us as the true vicar of our religion throughout all the known world. Yet, in exchange for becoming his vassals and supporting his holy crusade, he would be willing to save precious souls from destruction by leading them to recognize our faith and vicarship. As vassals, we would maintain our territorial governance (and free will and chaos in our utopia), and we would never be forced out of our land, which he knows is so precious to us and for which each of us would fight to the death for (it being very holy land, indeed). We extend our friendship to the world, especially to our brothers in philosophy, the Grand order of disorder and Priimydia, as well as to Andiluvia and Paikom. [cardinal whispers to vicar] Oh, is that still a nation? [cardinal whispers to vicar] And, of course, to Jaytaria! We welcome the world uniting under our peaceful, holy center of religion.
Dost though forget us, the Catholic Kingdom? We are not aware of these affairs, but all shall come to light on the next grandiose occasion when the Holy Patriarchal Emperor of Andiluvia assembles all the faithful to the city of Anduhalen in order to have our ecumenical council.
The United Provinces of Priimydia withdraws all forces from Kinglandstan
We have decided to leave the war, leaving the current warring states without our defending armies.
The United Provinces of Priimydia continues invasion of Kinglandstan
We re-enter the war in defense of the holy empire.
The Ecumenical Council has ended. The Most Blessed Holy Emperor Patriarch Emeritus Nabudach I proudly hails his nephew, Pope Swellington II as the Leader of all the Faithful of Tryzalore, uniting all the Catholics under the Pontiff of the Andiluvian Catholic Church. We recognize Priimydian Catholics as a legitimate rite within the Andiluvian Church and furthermore invite the Jaytarians to adopt the Andiluvian Rite as they have not explained themselves yet within the faith.
God Wills It!
Priimydia, Diluvianos, and Silly goose wins
By the will of All-Father Doorlight, a treaty is to be written between The United Provinces of Priimydia and Kinglandstan following the withdrawl of Kinglandstanian forces from Andiluvia as was agreed upon in previous meetings with Regent Brunuscus Brussius.
[Stone tablets arrive by messenger to every nation in Tryzalore from Pope Swellington II. The writing on the tablets is too fine for human hands or machine instruments or lasers to be used to inscribe. They read:] Blessed be the great Emperor of Andiluvia whose guided instrumentality has aided in uniting the faith of the world. And blessed be the powerful Priimydia, guardian and protector of what is good and just. It is time for a holy reclamation of what has been lost. Look to the Emperor, he has been guided to vanquish the All-Father Doorlight. A new Constantine in a world of chaos. Assist him in the reclamation of the holy land. This is a crusade. The angel of death goes before you.
[The papal envoy treats you to goose-themed cupcakes before departing. You note how delicious they are and how they taste much better than donuts. Why would anyone eat donuts?]
As much as Regent Brunuscus Brussius would like forward to such a venture, it is the will of the people of The United Provinces of Priimydia to not carry on such a matter as in our minds the war has already been won and there is no need for further bloodshed.
[An incensed letter arrives at your grandiose palace:] The will that we serve is merciful and patient. We humbly request that you recuperate your strength but that you do not delay forever. Plagues from the heavens may reign down eventually if we abandoned the holy land to sacrilege for too long.
The Holy Empire has officially brokered an alliance with the Catholic Kingdom of Diluvianos and happily greets King Andros as a friend and companion as Emperor Patriarch Emeritus Nabudach Implores Jaytaria to choose a rite.
Jaytaria humbly requests that our nation be allowed an ordinariate for the Sigma-Male Use within the Andiluvian Rite.
Priimydia, Andiluvia, and Silly goose wins
The Emperor proudly accepts your request and we shall send an Anduhalen trained Bishop to govern your nation as the Patriarch of Jaytaria.
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