Baltic Council: Teutonic Hotseat IC Thread

[Redemption]

The delegation of the Order watch with suspicion as the Tartar diplomat takes his place at the Council. There seems to be a mixture of awe and defiance in the knights' gaze, the recognition of an enemy whose deeds are renown but whose soul is evil nonetheless and an eagerness to cross blades in glorious battle.

Breaking the tension, the monk walks to the center of the room, the Order's flowing white robes drawing immediate attention to him, and adresses the other representatives in the monotone voice of one who is used to hours of prayer:

The Ordensstaat is pleased to hear that the people of Novgorod are open to peaceful relations. In time we hope that the good vertues of Catholicism will light your way to a fuller understanding of our Lord Jesus Christ. We understand that you still face challenges from the Tartars and pray that God grants your arms the strength of Samson in your tribulations.

As for Lithuania, the Order will not stop to hound your heathen blasphemous preachers and their followers until all of your cursed temples have been burnt to the ground. We will follow the blessed cross to the very heart of Lithuania if need be. Only by abandonning your evil ways and embracing the Master of Heaven can you spare your souls from eternal damnation and the edge of our blades. My council to you at this time is to repent and relinquish your sovereignty into the most righteous hands of the Order and we will guide you on the way to absolution.

Now, to the great Catholic Kings, the Order hopes to impress upon you the need for unity in these trying times. Put aside your petty squabbles and join the Knights of the Order in cleansing the world of the infidel and spreading the love of the Blessed Mary through all the lands of Scandinavia and the Baltic. A Catholic union is the only option and if you listen to your souls, you will see it has been ordained by God Himself.

The monk sits back down. Even at the height of speech against Lithuania, his voice was little more then a flat, word-string with little intonation. No trace of the Order's renown fanaticism could be heard in his words, but they were charged with meaning.