Holy War! the RP!

[Steelfist]

Infinite followers? Don't be ridiculous.

[Cypher]

He means there can be an infinite number of followers, in terms of ranking.

[Steelfist]

I see.

Want to join the Steel Cult? You can pretty much pick your rank (Everything but Arch-priest is open).

[Cypher]

Thanks, but I'll pass. I don't play RP's.

[Steel Ersatz Man]

Hm. do they have a dental plan?  :P

[The Holy namelesskitty]

No but the craiginites have smite insurance.

[ArtDrake]

Craiginites it is. Count me in, but I don't think I'm going to be posting much. But for the same reason as in Tazer the Cat, I just don't think a duck on the opposing team from a cat has extras in the longevity demartment.

[The Holy namelesskitty]

hooray you're on my team!! I'll just add you to the roster.

[ArtDrake]

Can I be a sergeant as well as a Grandmaster? Sergeants are cool. They're non-coms, but they have command to an extent, whereas Warrant Officers, who are cooler, don't show up in religious organizations.

[The Holy namelesskitty]

Grandmaster

[ArtDrake]

So when do we start? And what's the setting?

[The Holy namelesskitty]

cerra bella, but with the western ridge also, the creation ridge is a snowcapped mountain range in which the craigintes reside it is to the west of everything else.

IC: namelesskitty was meditating when suddenly a message arrived from his Grandmaster Duckling, the message stated that two upstart cults were amassing power, one based in Rivanalle and one in the eastern plains (another added area) they called themselves the cult of steel and the worshipers of 1337, they would have to be destroyed, so namelesskitty sent off with his trusted entourage and set off towards the the eastern plains for the more pressing matter of the Presentiment worshiping cult of 1337. the other was less of a threat for it seemed docile enough....

For now.

OOC: sorry that was really short but my muse was gone.

[ArtDrake]

OOC: It's fine

IC: Having heard the bad news about the cult of 1337, Duckling set out along with the Holy Namelesskitty riding his trusted scorpion (OOC: is this acceptable? IC:) towards the eastern plains. He made a quick prayer to Craig that this time, the scorpion's tail wouldn't inadvertantly sting him in the back, and continued with a cheery attitude towards the journey, despite the fact of the grim tidings. He checked to himself one last time whether he had everything that he intended to bring with him: his sword, his ax, his compass, and most importantly his snorkel.

OOC: On to the cult of steel?

[KZ]

Sorry to intrude folks... did I miss something??? O-O

Deity: KZ

[The Holy namelesskitty]

It's sort of like a mock relegious conflict.