Senator Marius Serapis
Marius enters the chapel in the company of two women wearing the white linen robes of the Sisters of the Divine Light, the younger of them wearing a steel cross around a chain on her neck, the older one a cross of silver. Both of them keep much of their faces conceiled in the shadows beneath their deep cowls, but they move with grace and strength even as their posture displays demure modesty. A case of scrolls hangs from the shoulder of the older sister, containing documents meticulously prepared for any eventuality.
A Synod against heresy might well turn into a Synod against corruption within the faith. The Throne might attempt to appease the heretical masses by a move against the Church, a move which the Church would be in no position to resist now with far more at stake. And if the Emperor was to make such a gesture, in a plot to play both faiths against each others for His own gain, the Monastery of Divine Light would have been one of the most vulnerable targets. But no longer. For papers and contracts had already been signed and sealed, transfering and selling monastery assets back to its partners. They had only to be notarised to be official, and Serapis had many contacts in the administration that could easily take care of that. A little insurance against the worst possible case, that should never be needed if the Synod was played the right way.
He briefly admires the mosaics, musing on their timeles and yet so very vulnerable beauty. What would Sofia's thugs do with such marvellous works of art? The answer was plain all across Italy, Egypt and Anatolia. Yet another reason for why they could not afford to fail.
It is with a wistful smile he greets the assembled. "Honoured Speaker Pylaeus, Venerable Senator Raol, Esteemed colleague di Capponi, such a pleasure to meet you again so soon. I hope you have all recovered from your journey. Senator Melissenos, my dear friend, I am glad to see you're safe. Rebel scum are everywhere these days, some even with official invitation," he quips turning his gaze in the general direction of the palace where Sophia was lodging.
{{Czoklet, I hope you don't disapprove of my little contingency. I'm not a lawyer, but the point of it is to evade another confiscation of church property. In case it's not needed the Monastery will just go on with business as usual.}}
Marius enters the chapel in the company of two women wearing the white linen robes of the Sisters of the Divine Light, the younger of them wearing a steel cross around a chain on her neck, the older one a cross of silver. Both of them keep much of their faces conceiled in the shadows beneath their deep cowls, but they move with grace and strength even as their posture displays demure modesty. A case of scrolls hangs from the shoulder of the older sister, containing documents meticulously prepared for any eventuality.
A Synod against heresy might well turn into a Synod against corruption within the faith. The Throne might attempt to appease the heretical masses by a move against the Church, a move which the Church would be in no position to resist now with far more at stake. And if the Emperor was to make such a gesture, in a plot to play both faiths against each others for His own gain, the Monastery of Divine Light would have been one of the most vulnerable targets. But no longer. For papers and contracts had already been signed and sealed, transfering and selling monastery assets back to its partners. They had only to be notarised to be official, and Serapis had many contacts in the administration that could easily take care of that. A little insurance against the worst possible case, that should never be needed if the Synod was played the right way.
He briefly admires the mosaics, musing on their timeles and yet so very vulnerable beauty. What would Sofia's thugs do with such marvellous works of art? The answer was plain all across Italy, Egypt and Anatolia. Yet another reason for why they could not afford to fail.
It is with a wistful smile he greets the assembled. "Honoured Speaker Pylaeus, Venerable Senator Raol, Esteemed colleague di Capponi, such a pleasure to meet you again so soon. I hope you have all recovered from your journey. Senator Melissenos, my dear friend, I am glad to see you're safe. Rebel scum are everywhere these days, some even with official invitation," he quips turning his gaze in the general direction of the palace where Sophia was lodging.
{{Czoklet, I hope you don't disapprove of my little contingency. I'm not a lawyer, but the point of it is to evade another confiscation of church property. In case it's not needed the Monastery will just go on with business as usual.}}
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