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Holy War! the RP!

Started by The Holy namelesskitty, September 04, 2010, 04:32:38 PM

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The Holy namelesskitty

THE CAT IS BACK!!!!!!1!!!

my telepath LP :http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DuA3DfguEic



ArtDrake

Holy, would you say gravitational field, maximum of 5,000 kg m^4 / s^2 is acceptable as an ability?

The Holy namelesskitty

THE CAT IS BACK!!!!!!1!!!

my telepath LP :http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DuA3DfguEic



Mopman

Also, I primarily fight barehanded. Think Kung-Fu and boxing combined. Think Bruce Lee+ Mohammed Ali.
Die swiffers! You'll get it for messin with my woman!

ArtDrake

Think Cindarella Man, and this guy


bugfartboy

Alright. The artifact of the Ertists is The Cowmancers Crown. My first power is simmilar to when I was APoC. I can communicate directly through Telepathy to other Cowmancers, strong or weak. And Cowmancery is required to gain any true positions within the Cult. As is the way of Ert. (The RP Ert. Not the real Ert.)

ArtDrake

5 miles down the road of holy conquest, Duckling noticed that one of the cows in the pastures didn't look right. Upon investigation, the cow turned on him, and tried to gore him. His lightning-fast reflexes saved him when he put up a high-strength burst field, repelling the cow, and damaging its brain with the concussion force. The cow was unconscious. "Whew. Think we'll see more of these?"

bugfartboy

(Because I like the name, I shall be Zaron here too.) Zaron frowned. He had lost contact with one of his dead cows. That usually meant he was exaughsted, which he was, or that someone was tresspassing on the land of the Ertists and attacked one of his cows. "Idiots" he thought. They always failed to recognize one of the holy half-dead cows. He sent out a quick mental message to the Cowmancers inside a close range of the place where he lost contact with the cow. "Defense cow down in your general area. Raise calfs and investigate. Be wary of hostiles. Alert me if there is anything suspicious occurring. Ert shall provide." "Yes your Divineness", replied the Cowmancers. "May Ert watch over you", he replied.

Mopman

I am searching around the craiginite castle looking for any ancient secrets(We took this castle from a man who had so many enemies, and was so paranoid we nearly lost half the cult from traps when we moved in) when I discover a hidden library behind a series of altering passages which was only accessible by either a special ring or high abilities in sensing things, which was guarded by a complex series of traps that you had to walk on the ceiling to avoid(Like I said, he was extremely paranoid) which could only be entered at a single spot halfway down one hall. Grinning at myself, I decide to spend some time here(he is a great lover of knowledge).
Die swiffers! You'll get it for messin with my woman!

The Holy namelesskitty

I am meditating, and in a parallel universe, I walk around and to my surprise find underneath the library a small room, immediately I return to our universe, and rush to the place where the trapdoor was, only to find blank floor, I bring my staff down onto the ground forcefully, in a fit of indignation, suddenly the  boards in the floor start to move, the entire floor is shining with a bright white light, all of the floor is lifted and there is a ladder from where I am standing, I descend and find myself in a stone hewn room with glowing runes, I run towards the altar. and find it blank, with only a hole shaped like an eye. my mind jolts to the talisman the holy Craig gave to me, it is draped around my staff. Quickly I shove the item into the hole. craig had told me that it is not only a key but will help you in your direst need. the altar breaks or so it seems, only the outer layer breaks, revealing the glowing white altar with a scroll perched on it, the scroll is as old as the ages, I read the scroll which tells of a time of religious conflict, I stop where the bottom is covered in black ink, revealing the outcome of the prophecy.

OOC: other prophets find your mysterious prophecies, but have the end somehow impossible to read ie. torn out, covered with ink, burned beyond recognition etc.
THE CAT IS BACK!!!!!!1!!!

my telepath LP :http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DuA3DfguEic



bugfartboy

I would but right now I'm waiting on Dusklings response to my investigations of his tresspassing on my land.

The Holy namelesskitty

can you do that in the meantime?
THE CAT IS BACK!!!!!!1!!!

my telepath LP :http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DuA3DfguEic



bugfartboy

I'll write it and ammend it when Duckling posts. Sorry bout bringing Duskie-Poo into this in my previous post. I meant to say Duckling. Typo

ArtDrake

I thought that namelesskitty and I were traveling together to try and vanquish the opposing forces, not meditating. Or are we still? In which case it's just as much a problem to namelesskitty. But I use my gravity powers to bend spacetime at trillions of points, which takes no force to do, and deflect light to me, telling me where all your cows are. I then use the powers to COW TIP your cows one by one, creating a powerful, concentrated pull horizontal to the feet. COW TIPPING TIME!!!  :-*

bugfartboy

Drat. This was no good. Zaron felt the light around the royal dead cows change. Or, rather, the cows felt it. Zaron began to panic. Then stopped. He knew better than this. The All-Knowing Scroll would tell him what it thought he needed to know. But it had been locked away to be kept safe until it was needed. Drat. Zaron uttered a curse just as he got a thought from on of the Cowmancers guarding the Vault of Ertxiem the Mighty. "Your most Divine", said she. "The Vault has changed. A small peice of an inscription has appeared on the front of it. It is written in gibberish but the first line is clear. 'The Crown of the Cows Dead shall give you knowlege'." "I shall be there shortly.", he replied and set off, ignoring the feelings of pain coming from his redieing cows. Upon arriaval, he felt the absence of death. Something was stealing all the powers of relife, the very thing Cowmancers used to raise dead cows. "Show me the inscription", he demanded and one of the guards showed him where it is. Zaron glanced at it and the letters began to move, revealing a clear message that said,"Only the Light of the Holy can grant the ultimate knowlege. However, be warned, from the moment this vault is unsealed to the moment the All-Knowing Scroll is replaced and resealed, the Light of the Holy shall be extinguished." Zaron frowned. When the Scroll wanted to be read, it was best not to ignore it. It held knowlege that could end wars before they began, show the current divine prophet an aspect of the Cowmancers Crown that had been previously unknown, and even hold knowlege on how to cure un-curable diseases. But releasing the Scroll would leave the land if the Ertists next to defenseless by cutting the Holy Cows off from re-life. Zaron sighed and approached the Vault. He pointed his index finger adorned with a single obsidian ring at it and began giving re-life to certain symbols that lay in a circle in a decorative mosaic on the floor. They began to glow and the center of the mosaic began to change forming the image of an upturned cow like this:. There was a loud crack and the Vault split. Zaron reeled back in shock as he felt contact with every single dead cow at his disposal cease to be animated. His slightly better than normal Cowmancery skills told him that the simple silver crown on his head was dark. It was void of re-life. He looked into the Vault and stared. Inside was no scroll, but rather a large flat diamond the size of a piece of paper and just as light. The guards stared in wonder as he reached in and picked it up. Upon it was a prophesy. A prophesy of great war. But it was missing one vital detail. It didn't reveal who won the war. Zaron mentally reached out and willed it to reveal who wins the war, but it didn't change. He cursed. Of course the Scroll only revealed what it wanted. It wanted to make him guess. If that was it, so be it. He tossed the diamond back into the vault and stretched out his hand in the direction of one of the dead cows kept handy for the guards if they needed them. He quickly summoned it to rise. It was a calf. Perfect. Zaron told it to walk over onto the center of the mosaic. He began to reseal the vault when he felt something coming from one of his personal Cowguards. A single feeling of approaching danger. Someone was attacking the Ertists...