Yesterday I posted a story for The Vampire: Dark Ages chronicle, I bowed out of last year. A few weeks ago I reached out to the storyteller to feel out if he was still running the chronicle, and if I could jump back in. He asked what Giuseppe had been up to since he left the coterie, but I figure someone might be interested where it all started.
I was elated to hear of your election as Prioress after all your devotion to the people of Fossacesia, and the Abby of San Giovanni. This is such wonderful news. Who would have thought the bastard twins of a wool merchant would rise to such great heights. My work with the Bishop in the Diocese of Osimo continues. I had no idea five years ago when I was elected Archdeacon all the responsibility that would befall me. But it is the work of the church and I try to work for the greater glory of God.
I have received an invitation from a Lord Giovanni to a dinner party at the Giovanni Manse. I have no idea who this mysterious man is, but my Bishop has granted me leave to attend. The journey will be long so indulge me as I write to you to escape the doldrums of the road. Since we have not spoken since I left to continue my theology studies at The University of Bologna I will up date my history as briefly as I can.
When I arrived in Bologna from Fossacesia I was immediately assaulted by what I thought were thugs. I was struck with a club and abducted. They bound my eyes and took me to an underground meeting hall. I learned that these were no thugs but an order of young men calling themselves The Order. Like myself all were young men at university on scholarship, the order had been formed a decade after the university itself. The poor students bound themselves together for support against the rich or noble born bastards. Most like me were also there so study theology or medicine having been sent by their abbots and priests. Other than God I have no greater allies then members of The Order. For seven years we lived, prayed and studies together. As young men do we found ourselves in a bit of mischief, and these times are where our bonds grew tighter. Our members are everywhere throughout the Papal States and the holy Empire.
On my graduation I returned to Osimo to work in the Abby, by the grace of God I was blessed with good fortune and was able to do the lords work with Abbot Osmond who had sponsored me to university. For three years I worked with Osmond, but he was killed when a wall in the hospital collapsed after a heavy snow. I was elected Abbot in his place. I worked tirelessly and was soon recognized by the Bishop. I my self had no ambition for further advancement in the church, I had more responsibility than I thought I could handle. The Bishop Bernardo, however, took note of the reforms I was making around the Prior and asked me to be his Archdeacon. He said he could not stand that his previous aid had coveted the Bishops robes for himself; Bernardo had him appointed to Rome to get rid of him. I was honored to serve as an arm of God for the good of the holy church.