Post by Ymbert Montgomery on Apr 25, 2022 22:56:41 GMT
So this is the jewel of France, is it?
I can think of better ways to see it. Mostly not stuck behind a bloody lectern. Still, the Parish is a bit posher than I expected. At least father is good for something other than moaning and throwing a fit just because I got caught with a serving girl or two.
Got an apartment from the Church. Better than nothing but I'd hoped for something a bit bigger. Maybe with a spa. And a mirrored ceiling.
We're weak in Paris. To be expected. Hopefully we'll see a little bit more interest when some of the sharper gentlemen realise that a religion of intellectuals and such is better for your career prospects than being read to in Latin, crammed in with the rest of the plebs.
Speaking of plebs, this fellow "Doctor D'Eath" seems to have taken something of a dislike to me on theological grounds, a subject almost as dull as the Doctor himself.. Wants to be my rival or something. Not too worried thankfully. He's a moron. All public death threats and such. Nothing a quiet word in the right ear shouldn't sort out. I pray to the Lord "make my enemies incompetent buffoons" and lo my prayers are fucking answered.
Lieutenant Hoffman seems a good fellow to know though. He's taken me as his confessor although I regret to say his "sins" are of the uninteresting and generic variety. Nothing juicy yet. Holds a decent dinner party though, with second helpings and wine.
Still, his ladyfriend is a bit of alright. But I am a priest and I shall not pursue the sins of the flesh. Or at least not with the lady of a potential ally in this shithole.
Ah, the price I pay for my 'faith'.
I can think of better ways to see it. Mostly not stuck behind a bloody lectern. Still, the Parish is a bit posher than I expected. At least father is good for something other than moaning and throwing a fit just because I got caught with a serving girl or two.
Got an apartment from the Church. Better than nothing but I'd hoped for something a bit bigger. Maybe with a spa. And a mirrored ceiling.
We're weak in Paris. To be expected. Hopefully we'll see a little bit more interest when some of the sharper gentlemen realise that a religion of intellectuals and such is better for your career prospects than being read to in Latin, crammed in with the rest of the plebs.
Speaking of plebs, this fellow "Doctor D'Eath" seems to have taken something of a dislike to me on theological grounds, a subject almost as dull as the Doctor himself.. Wants to be my rival or something. Not too worried thankfully. He's a moron. All public death threats and such. Nothing a quiet word in the right ear shouldn't sort out. I pray to the Lord "make my enemies incompetent buffoons" and lo my prayers are fucking answered.
Lieutenant Hoffman seems a good fellow to know though. He's taken me as his confessor although I regret to say his "sins" are of the uninteresting and generic variety. Nothing juicy yet. Holds a decent dinner party though, with second helpings and wine.
Still, his ladyfriend is a bit of alright. But I am a priest and I shall not pursue the sins of the flesh. Or at least not with the lady of a potential ally in this shithole.
Ah, the price I pay for my 'faith'.