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@mother-sauce
yes, the rule of saint benedict said that 'a monk must never be overtaken by indigestion'. but did he know that i have a fragile little tummy. and that i am so so brave about it all of the time
It is by the guidance of grace alone that one may stay the course. But Ho, the temptations come for us all.
The long drink of purified water soothes the sinful body.
Mother Sauce
yes, the rule of saint benedict said that 'a monk must never be overtaken by indigestion'. but did he know that i have a fragile little tummy. and that i am so so brave about it all of the time
It's just me, my quill, my vellum, and my pikachu plush against the world
Brothers! Please wake up! You have locked me in the crypt! Someone! Please! Open the door! HEYY!!!
there are a couple of secret passageways out of the crypt! i know this for normal reasons
one of the novices told me that i am “serving cunt”. what does this mean. i do not think i serve anything aside from the lord and christ have i erred in some way
Making a roast dinner in the forge fire... I'm unstoppable
May-- may I, um. Join thou? I haveth some water with me; to share. Alas! Alas, I am sure thou arst perfectly capable of carrying thy own water from the well, for, by God, look at thine arms... i imagine thou could carry four whole buckets' weight and mine on top... NOT THAT I HAVE BEEN IMAGINING ANYTHING OF THE SORT, O Lord. O God. Cough. Cough. I meant to say, I was Boiling some Apples to prepare a sweet dessert dish for the Brothers, and I noticed the water I had boiled them in had acquired a delightful taste, so I haveth bottled it. My nose appeareth to be bleeding
Ah.. well I have only prepared enough for myself but I suppose you and the monks could join if you so wish
Are you alright brother Carlo you seen rather flustered, do you have a sickness? Hear.. let me check your temperature...
Oh! Oh your nose.. I yes you should probably head to the monasteries infirmary and find brother Thomas, I wouldn't want you to get sicker
O, nae bother! Prithee...! I cameth alone; perhaps that was my error. It must be the quick change of temperature, i am sure... Prithee, leaveth the blood be, for i do not wish to get Bloodlet again. I tend to the more sanguine of humors, see, and i am not fond of leeching... Forgiveth me for bothering thou once again! It should be remiss of me to take thine roast, but, here, please keep this apple-water as a reminder of my deepest contritions.
Good day to you, brother! I am here to ask a question on behalf of our dear brother Herbert. If thou were to be an animal, what animal would it be? I do not know why he wishes to know that.
Good morrow brother! I must admit, I was unsure, so the novices suggested I take a "uquiz" where I recieved some contradictory answers. All the animals seemed pretty domestic, but I am not quite sure I want to take being a dog from brother thomas, so perhaps an indoor cat :] I don't think I have it in me to be a mouser haha
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@monk-the-carlo true to my word, a piece of fiction about youself and the blacksmith. Don't worry, I have blocked brother eustace and blacksmith oliver from being able to read it.
(ooc writing fanfic in the way of embodying an author that is not yourself and then doesn't write about themselves but two different characters I the person behind the account don't know very well is HARD)
My my what workings are these, my good monk?
Good Mother Sauce
Hail, I return from my far travelling to once again to have stay in the good town of Farnham. One must stay the pious course, I fear this good monastery has fallen to licencoiousness.
- Good mother sauce
wes þū hāl, mother sauce!
alleged licencoiousness aside.......... dost thou have a cure for unexplained tickling feelings around a certain wench? the feeling is almost as if i have lice or fleas and has grown in intensity as of late. the more time that i spend with her, the worse my symptoms grow...
prithee help me, mother sauce!
- most holy sister claennis
Greetings fairest and most holy sister,
The rousing of the passions illicited by the movements of women is perfectly natural. These sensations are but the movement of the Holy Spirit through you as you connect with a good sister.
That aside a course of leeches for the sanguine humours is always advised.
Yours eternally in gods name
Mother Sauce
ah, such a relief!! it is NORMAL to have fluttery feelings for other wenches afterall :D we clearly share a most holy friendship! i shall celebrate this divine information by embracing sister lora in a most holy way that honours the Holy Spirit!
thank thee for thine wise counsel.
(and i shall forego the leeches this time but will keep thine advice in mind)
eternally grateful and holy,
sister claennis
Of course of course, such a holy friendship should be nourished as the Lord moves through you both. Blessing upon thee both,
The spirit guides us all,
Mother Sauce
Hail, I return from my far travelling to once again to have stay in the good town of Farnham. One must stay the pious course, I fear this good monastery has fallen to licencoiousness.
- Good mother sauce
wes þū hāl, mother sauce!
alleged licencoiousness aside.......... dost thou have a cure for unexplained tickling feelings around a certain wench? the feeling is almost as if i have lice or fleas and has grown in intensity as of late. the more time that i spend with her, the worse my symptoms grow...
prithee help me, mother sauce!
- most holy sister claennis
Greetings fairest and most holy sister,
The rousing of the passions illicited by the movements of women is perfectly natural. These sensations are but the movement of the Holy Spirit through you as you connect with a good sister.
That aside a course of leeches for the sanguine humours is always advised.
Yours eternally in gods name
Mother Sauce
Hail, I return from my far travelling to once again to have stay in the good town of Farnham. One must stay the pious course, I fear this good monastery has fallen to licencoiousness.
- Good mother sauce
what
Greeting Eunuch, I have come to share the good word, how goeth the monastery?
- mother sauce
Hail, I return from my far travelling to once again to have stay in the good town of Farnham. One must stay the pious course, I fear this good monastery has fallen to licencoiousness.
- Good mother sauce
By grace, the illuminated manuscripts of this monastery is truly staggering
For the grace of our lord
Mother Sauce
My mom is waxing poetic about cheese tonight
Both a timeless question and probably the most profound piece of cheese-themed poetry ever
The mother sauce must be enjoyed in moderation - for piety of course.
Probably more than you ever wanted to know about 15th century armoured codpieces (a video by Arne Koets). But also a bit about groin armour in general.
…i think i huave plague
Brother the Vows
The knights near Farnham placed some new orders when they last passed through......
Lord help me i'm making their codpieces....
I think brother Thomas thinks about them enough for the rest of us
@blacksmith-oliver As a Member of the Greater Outside world... i hath Removed my self from It but not for Long enough to Forget its Pulls and Vices... doth thou think... my sickly visage woulde Enworsen the Day i Tonsure my Dark Locks...
brother, i assure you, no one can look as bad as the prior does now. You deserve the tonsure, I daresay the Lord would approve
O Lord, Blacksmith Oliver hath been Blessed not only with undeniable charm, but with a potently deep voice as penetrating as the Cathedral's Echoes
