Frinkls cleans the sweat from his forehead after an arduous day of labour in the farm in Halfhill. The day was over and the wind swept the grass of the fields and guided the birds home to roost.
This day however would be different.
“Yes! YES! YES!”
Frinkls hurries into the small cabin and brings out a parchment.
"I have heard the whisper! I am sure you have too!
His voice now calls! To defend honour! To protect virtue! To raise the standard of his Holy Mother Church, and show the heathens the error of their ways! To preserve the dream from those who would corrupt it!
You know what I talk of, Holy Crusade has been called! Answer faithful, join in arms and beat back all who would oppose the will of his majesty!"
-The Holy Pope Frinkls, Anointed by God, and Empire