As the clouds stream past and the world unfurls below, you judge that you're rocketing towards the east coast of modern day Greece. Understandable of your parents to establish their demesne there - they always loved holidaying in Greece, though you suspect that there will be fewer of the karaoke nights they enjoyed so much in this time period.
With a sharp jolt, you come to a stop on hard rock. Somewhat unsteady, you find yourself on a rocky shoreline looking out over the sapphire blue Mediterranean sea. It is evening and warm, the sun just beginning to set below the horizon. A little way away from the coast there is a large fortified villa atop a hill. There are tents camped around its walls and you spy an assortment of different banners and standards fluttering in the sea breeze.
It looks like the aftermath of a siege. Soldier nurse their wounds or wipe down their swords.
Your ornate robes of white and gold scrape and snag on the rocks as you walk towards the villa. There is a gilded scepter in your hand and a tall hat on your head which threatens to topple off with every step. A heavy golden cross dangles around your neck.
As you stride through the military encampment, the soldiers stop and stare, mouths dropping open. A few mutter prayers and cross themselves while a wounded man tries to crawl towards you, begging to be healed. As you enter the walls, a knight hurries towards you, dropping to his knee. He looks and sound Spanish, though you can understand the language perfectly.
"Holy Father! The Knight's of Santiago are blessed by your presence," he says incredulously. "Once again I, Captain Alvar Di Castro pledge my sword and my life to your service as well as those of my men. We are truly, truly honoured..." He hesitates, his battle-scarred face looking almost nervous at broaching the question. "Although it is a curiousthing... The last news that I heard said you were in Rome. How... how did you get here so fast? And with no guard at your side."
So apparently you're the Pope. The system likes dropping admins into powerful roles for ease of solving problems. You do your best to emit an air of moral certainty and righteous authority, throwing in a few wavy hand gestures and latin. "Domus erectus, um, habitus... corpus? Uh. Yeah. Official church business. Jesus told me to come here and sort out some... like... stuff. Bad stuff."
The Captain lets out a sigh of relief. "Thank the Lord. You have come to..."
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