Abbey principality Kolmar
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| Official language(s) | Batavian | ||
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| - Type | lordship | ||
| - Leader | Abbot of Kolmar | ||
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| Time zone(s) | CMT-11 | ||
Abbey principality Kolmar is a lordship in Batavia. It is one of the seven lordships that have been entrusted to the Holy Catologian Church.
Story from 1665
The sounds of several bells reverberated across the countryside. The abbey of Kolmar, located near the City of 's Koningenwaarde and right next to the border with the newly established Batavian nation, stood as a silent witness of the changes which the Batavian people had witnessed. The abbey, which dated back to 5th century was once the most wealthy religious center of the western Benacian Lands. It had a humble beginning, but its location (near, but not too close to one of the most powerful cities of the many feudal states) and relative isolation, had allowed it to flourish. It had seen revolutions, wars and confiscation of property. But in the end, it had always survived.
It was still standing: the high days of the Second Kingdom were long gone, but there were still a few monks. It had remained untouched by the Stormarkian Elwynnese and even the overzealous Shirerithian authorities hadn't actively interfered with the remaining monks, who had continued their studies of the ancient catologian scriptures.
Prince David Kalirion was now sitting next to a monk, who seemed to be around fourty years old. The King-to-be wore a simple vest, while the monk was wearing his brown tunic. If it was not for the golden catologian cross around the neck of the prince, one would have thought of him as a stable boy who was incidentally wearing his best costume.
In front of them stood the remains of an old church (one of the many which were spread throughout the domain). Its reconstruction, while slow, had filled the monks with joy. The arrival of the young prince even more.
"While I have certainly enjoyed your participation in prayer and masses during the last few days, Your Highness, I do not assume that you're looking for the quieter life on the countryside."
David, while almost eight, tried to understand the words of the older man next to him. He had enjoyed the peace and calm of the abbey, but couldn't say that he fully understood those weird Batavian practices. Nor was he looking to become a monk himself. He started talking, as he had rehearsed with his Steward. "Good abbot, I thank you for your hospitality, but the Kingdom needs unity."
"Oh?" The monk was smiling mischievous. "Will you find that unity here, young man?"
The prince was taken aback for a moment, as he hadn't expected a response. "Err, yes... that's to say... the nation needs leadership."
"But if your Steward succeeds, it will get leadership: not only from a king, but also from an elected - how do they call it these days - stadtholder. I can assure you that you that until you arrived you would not have found such people here."
"I'm not talking about that kind of leadership. I'm..." David suddenly rose from the stone stairways and knelt in front of the abbot. "looking for a spiritual leader. The Batavian people need a new religious leader. The Archbishops of the old days are no more. The City of Pentapolis - home to the Church - is little more than a ruin. The Jing's faith has moved away from the catologian scriptures, is what I was told. They - no, we - need new figureheads to lead the State Church into a new era.
And excuse me, I will now go do a little nap. Zzzz..."
(written by Joseph Bartholomeus des Vinandy-Windsor)
