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Lo, in the name of the Lord GOD the Most Merciful, Singular, and Omnipotent, listen and attend with pious heed to this inspired text. _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ ☨The Seperation of GODs Hood from the Canonist Church.☨ _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Father Goderyc, enjoying Hyspias finest crystal export, would walk to the Temple of the Eternal Flame, taking a hammer and his paper, hammering it into the door of the Temple, stepping back he'd stop and pause- Wait, damn that's an Owynist one... He'd shrug, taking his paper down, walking to Haense instead... _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ TO the frail Tylos the III. _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ While you sit in your WEAK crib up in the north with yo, I slave away in Vienne, to a populous unreceptive to your preaching, maybe that's cus you weak and got no game? Huh, ever think of that, "Tylos III?" Bet you didn't fool. It is on this ground, I declare that the Lord GODS most honorable and collection of His Hoods - Otherwise known as GOD Gang, or Lords Hood, declare its appearance from the Church of the Canon and that its members not welcome in the Hoods of His Lord, though we, of course, know that you, Tylos III, would never have the gul to step foot in my, His, Hood. You'd sooner cut up with Iblees before putting yourself in danger in the name of any other than yourself. I wish you to recall when you offered me the title of Bishop in Rochefort, and I denied it, that's cus my crew is in Vienne, but you Tylos III, you have no crew. No heart. No game. So I encourage you best protect your neck the next time you and your weak drip even set foot near me, otherwise, you may find a banger in your double chins. You simply use the Holy Mother Church to make bank, not prayers. -Father Goderyc. _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ THE DECLARATION OF THE SEPARATE HOODS OF THE LORD GOD. ☨ _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ The HOOD rejects the false 'Blees infiltrated Church, clearly, his supposed Holiness has been infiltrated by 'Blees and his devilish crew. Those found reppin' the cloth of the Church will be dropped, cus it's on sight, Tylos. Thinkin' otherwise you're clearly wacked on some green. The Separate Hoods of the Lord GOD here declares as a loosely structured association of smaller street Chapters, known as Holy Hoods. Each Chapter will elect its own Street Father and generally operates independently from the others. A city itself may have upwards of five Holy Hoods, and these Holy Hoods may have large decrees of autonomy, with the ability to rage Holy Gang War against each other if a major diss is provided to the City Street Father. That is all I need to preach, gotta keep it simply for you, you know who you is, real ones already know. You got a problem, Tylos? Do somethin' about it then. FATHER SLIM OUT.

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☨ An Open Plea of Assistance directed to his Holiness, Tylos III. ____________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________ And all others willings to make way to Vienne to assist us. "Evil the Lord will free him; Lord, we have trusted in you; free us from this plague. God, you are our refuge; because we have trusted in you, free me from this plague. Salvation: heal the pious, and the pious will be healed; save us faithful, so should we be saved." Amen. Your Holiness, in your recent visit to the Royal Capital of Vienne you witnessed the Great Rot's grip on the city. As the Hospital of St. Amyas's Sanctuary fills with ill, dying, and dead, we are overwhelmed by the disease, and though you yourself may claim the plague is divine retribution, the sickness has spread unto the pious and faithful, so it is now they die like the sinners meant to be punished. We at Metropolitanate of Providentia are understaffed, both clerically and medically speaking, we are losing the faithful in mass and their bodies must be buried in mass graves. I beg to you, your Holiness, send unto us more men of the cloth, more faithful who may help us save those afflicted, so these sinners may repent and forever serve the Lord God with their immortal soul, and so the already saved, pious men, may continue to do so. You yourself have seen the suffering on the streets, you yourself have worn the mask to keep yourself safe, you know our suffering, so it is now I ask you to send forth men who will assist in our salvation. ‡ __________________________ __________________________ The City of Vienne is suffering, and though, and the pious mobs who have followed me like any good man to assist in its healing, we are too few men amongst man. God have mercy on us. ‡ -Father Goderyc.

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The Father walked out of the Temple in Vienne, the gust of wind from the Dragons wings blowing unto his face. He had just finished a baptism of a Leper. He'd look to the sky. "I'm going to kill that unholy, idiotic, abominable, Dragon." He uttered. ______________________________________________________________________ A depiction of two despicable beast fighting ______________________________________________________________________ A PUBLIC LETTER TO HIS MAJESTY, KING FREDRICK I, CONCERNING THE DRAGON OF ALMARIS AND LACK OF DEFENSE FROM THEREFOR OF. ‡ Your Royal Majesty, I, Father Goderyc, request that a proper defense be erected in order to slay the scaled, winged, demonic, and disgusting unintelligent beast. If it could read, which such a brainless beast cannot even understand wording, however in a warped, impossible reality where its rotted mind would even understand basic words, it would see my hate for it. And it would weep. It is so, I hope you understand, however, my mind is not clouded with hate, it is cleared by Faith and love for my fellow Vienners. It is such, that I see it necessary for a 1,350-ton Cannon, with a barrel of 32.5 meters, a width of 7.1 meters, and a height of 11.6 meters. ‡ I present your majesty; the blueprints: I propose the gun be put upon the top of the Temple of the Eternal Flame in the city of Vienne, where the Petran Legion may always man it, night and day, with a priest in order to bless its crew and ammunition constantly. ‡ God is ever watchful. ☨ -signed humbly, - Father Goderyc

RESUME Name: Henry Place Of Origin: Savoy Background: Born in a water-side village in Savoy, Henry adopted Owynism after believing his Father to have healed from illness after a pilgrimage to Du Loc. Briefly becoming a traveling after the fall of the Savoy, he'd make his way to St. Felders Rock. Skillset: A decent swordsmen, and a somewhat talented cook. Reason(s) For Enlistment: A want to serve Owyn.

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Winchester read over the battles of the Wig War, he noticed the 'Providence Tea Party' was included, but not the other two Ferrymen defeats the prior two Saint Days at Arichsdorf and Imperial Court... "Incomplete." He'd chuckle.

"Be weary, Colonizers." The Savoyard Preacher mumbled in his mother tongue as he read the missive.

The Savoyard Preacher in training looked to the missive, frowning. Outlaws? Father Melquíades was the opposite of an outlaw, he didn't even know if Melq was capable of violence. "By Pontiff Owyn III, surely he is rolling in his grave..." He'd utter a prayer to Saint Edmond in Savoyardic.

Thesis on the Subconscious Knowledge of Sin & Respective Judgement of GOD Thereafter The mortality of man is mixed. A complexe topic, with hundreds of layers and perspectives, which simply cannot be divided into two overarching categories, such as those who sin, and those who do not. Given the gift of free will, man becomes complex, divided, continuously fighting a losing battle against the self, in an attempt to yield. Though, some find themselves secluded. Hidden from or unable to access the teachings of GOD, and rid of the enlightenment to how one must act in life, cannot be achieved by these individuals. To distinguish right from wrong, good from evil, is to live according to the Virtues, taught in its respective scroll. Read Forth with Pious Heed to this Most Inspired Text; “So I am the Most High, and in pursuit of My Virtue, I bid my faithful this: You shall not raise a hand in wrath, nor in envy, nor in any kind of sin.” - Virtue 5:9 Raising one’s hand in wrath, or envy, is seen as behavior going against the Virtuous. To hurt one’s ilk for the sake of anger, or cowardice, or jealousy is seen as an objective wrong. However, to individuals unable to learn these teachings, and secluded from religion altogether, how can they expect to abide by his Virtues? One’s answer is most simple, and it is found within us. Morality is one of the most foundational, primitive aspects of a Descendant’s mind. Many believe that morality is gained through experiences in life, and nurture. This is true, to a sense. Nurture educates morality to act more thoroughly, to deeper introspect and self-analyze when precarious situations arise. But it is not only nurture that brings forth morality in man. It is the inherent requirement for those under His Glory to abide by His Virtues, regardless if they are literate or illiterate, rich or poor, of the city or of the mountains. Morality is GOD guiding us, through our bodies, and giving us reactions depending on the virtuous or unvirtuous behavior we may commit. Read Forth with Pious Heed to this Most Inspired Text; “And I am the Lord GOD without peer, and My trials are the holy trials, and My cure is the virtuous cure, and all the reliefs of the Virtue are open to the righteous forbearer.” - Virtue 3:10 Doing good, for the sake of helping others, is the purest form of happiness and relief that can be found. It is GOD, through our morality, and in addition to our perception to the world create an appropriate reaction. “We reep what we sow.” Where some may be disillusioned, though, is when those who embellish in the antithesis lie. Those who hold no “moral compass”, who gain their happiness and pleasure through the suffering of others, and actions deemed unvirtuous. These men learn to do so, taking advantage of GOD’s gifts and twisting them for their own macabre desires. So Please, in Times of Need, Read Forth with Pious Heed to this Most Inspired Text; “And I am the Lord GOD without peer, and My power is the only power, and My eternity is the only eternity, and all the aeons of the Virtue shall sustain the righteous.” - Virtue 7:9 Transcribed by Acolyte Goderyc

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Discordtag : CCTV2020#5453 MC Name : AGardenGambit RP Name : Godric RP Age : 20 Are you entering as a Commoner/Knight/Champion of a peer? Specify which : Commoner

THE CLEANSING OF THE JURTIAN AND JUSSTIAN SCUM. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Jessianiter Corpsmen patrolling outlands. ----------------------------------------------------------------- The Jessianite People declare Holy War on the Jurtian and Jusstian scum who muddy and occupy rightful Jessianite land. So, it is so forth declared that a declaration of reasons for our Crusade against the sub-Jessianites, and their evil minions. The Sub-Jessianites enslave Proper Jessianite without reason and use our kin as SLAVES. The Sub-Jessianites continue to encroach on our borderlands and engage in skirmishes with the Jessianiter Corp, killing our own. The Sub-Jessianites continue to practice heretical pagan spiritualism. The Sub-Jessianites have excluded Proper Jessianites from their own events, exiling our kinsmen. Both the Jortian Delight and the Jusstian Feast excluded our PROUD people. We offer to flowery words to the Kings of Jur and Juss, you are disgrace our Father in Paradise, Jess. ----------------------------------------------------------------- The Ultimatum the Sub-Jessianites shall surrender and lay down their arms, leave our border region, and allow Proper Jessianites to settle the lands, as well as no longer come close to Proper Jessianite lands. Any who fights back will be killed in the name of Jessy.

"GLORY TO DA' GOOD OL' DUCHY AND TEH' DUKE. 'E IS ALRIGH'T AND 'IS SISTA' LOOK REAL NOICE." A certain Rivian Patriot would yell as his wife handed him divorce papers...

Lucien De Lenkov would frown, finally dropping his Suns Smile.

My poor old bones [DPK] -------------------------------------- In "Loving" Memory. -------------------------------------- Winchester rode to his new home, a farmstead, Arichsdorf was gone, all he had now was his wife, and his dog, fluffy, who was on his horse with him... "What of the Houseguard?" What of his men? Would they be the Ranchguard now? Wait that actually sounds kind of nice, he liked that, and smiled as he rode down the river that he'd been bandited and halted at least eight times but now, he has a euphoric sense, he felt safe- "Halt!" "Mina or die!" "Would unsheathe his sword" *Hault!* (Wait void) *Would unsheathe his sword* "Halt!" Winchester would stop in his tracks, unvoiding the shitters fail RP in the process, he'd curse himself, he should've known, this was exactly how all his brothers had died... Oh, poor Colt, and the twin's Smith & Wesson, and how could he forget (he forgor) about Heckler & Koch... This wasn't good. How could he be so stupid? He should've remembered the bandit issue. Winchester looked up, facing his robbers, he saw a green bandana around their face, he was cracked, but not cracked enough, but clearly, these were the Ferrymen. In reality, Winchester was color blind. He couldn't see that these were in fact Rustler deserts. Possibly worse, Winchester didn't want to be married to an Elf who was way too old for him. Thankfully Winchester still thought these to be Ferrymen thanks to his severe colorblindness. "Mina or die!" The bandit repeated in a high tone, Winchester looked to the man, or he thought it was a ban, the voice was way too high pitched for that. 'Whatever,' he thought, he didn't have time for a bunch of nerds in cut-up blankets, just like in school, he was being bullied again... Was it about his height? 'No- I'm on a horse, they couldn't tell that I'm [Redacted]...' He thought... "Mina or die!" He repeated again, but Winchester was deep in thought. This couldn't be it, if he died now... Well... He wouldn't be able to make snarky "Blank would shake his head from the Seven Skies" post... He was a Fatherist after all.. Shit.. This was serious. He wondered if this was it... After everything, every battle he has survived, he remembered the Battle of Eastfleet, a remembered he and his Houseguard leaving Temple that day, he remembered having been clobbered by a war hammer that day, his chain coif being smashed as it cut his face, falling into the waters below, having been dragged back to land by his comrades. He gleefully remembered that time he ate the heart of that one guy, he couldn't remember who but he remember the King said to the court to kill him but he survived. He guessed he was a survivor. He thought way back, to the Bakery in Du Loc... He sometimes thought that Lord Brae had given him a sickness, but that's impossible, he was a perfectly sain man. He remembered proposing to Taryn, or did she propose to him? He couldn't remember. He had a child, but then again he never talked to the kid that much so like whatever on the front. He thought all the way back to when he gave Yong-Ping his Goat Farmer Ultimatum... They never responded to him. That one kinda hurt. "Just kill him." "Are we popping him?" (Void) (#looc) (Are we popping him?) Winchester would once again use his BIG power to unvoid that shitters fail rp. The bandit would go to kill Winchester, thrusting his sword at his chest, Winchester snapped out of his dramatic trance, instinctively reaching for a shield to block the blow, however... The shield was not there... And instead, he had grabbed his dog, now dead dog... He had to use Fluffy as a human? Dog? Dog-Shield. The bandit froze, he had just stabbed an innocent dog. he was definitely going to Hell now. But that wasn't Winchesters problem. Winchester stood there for a second, well sat, he was on his fat horse. He rode off. He was always more of a cat person anyway. (DPK: Dog Preeminently Killed.)

"Its over." Winchester remarked expertly, and very handsomely.