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MC Name: DeepDarkSamurai Discord: Tyto#0435 Image: Description of Image: The OWYNSSIAH, wielding the LIGHT of GOD during his penitent crusade against the demons of iblees in the golden city. A mural of worship! Dimensions: 2x2

The machine priest receives the confessor in his chapel with the body of the noble warrior. With full honor as a crusader against the Archenemy was he entombed in fire, his soul free to rise on smoke to the sky. He used the lantern of his incense censor to guide him on. The scent of perfumed wood, and the acrid smog of the Holy Red Oil. With each toll of the bell did every lingering evil spirit fall dispelled. "O' OWYNSSIAH, LORD OF FIRE. You who led the first crusade. Bare witness to the virtue of he who is remade in the fire of your flaming sword...." After the honored confessor, blessed, girded against impurity left to bring fire to the enemies of our LORD GOD, did Adeptus confide with his abbot the true horrors learned this day

MOMO'S FAVORITE ONI TOOK A BIG BITE OUT OF WAGYU "KEEEEEE KEEEEEEEEEEE KEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" He bellowed out, before resuming olog meditation practice

Mechpriest Adeptus #003, Veteran of the HYPERWAR of the Owynssiah busy forging the tools of the HYPERWAR was absolutely gobsmacked when the black orphan risen from the land of Jorens kin was introduced to him by good Sister Zelda... Inquiry, Oh ancient machine, has the light of progress finally come That very same day, did he and the champion Vardek The Exalted, the Xambalan Hyper-warrior speak long and restlessly about the mechinations of the worldwheel, of the nature of existence. With those ancient Xambalan lore, did they know true the way forward. Towards progress most sacred... "And THEY will be HIS KRUGSMARINES, and they will know NO FEAR" Adeptus and the HYPERWARRIOR began their programme

CRUEL AKU GRINZ. HIZ TERRITORY LEGALLY DISTINGUISHED. MOMO'S FAVORITE, THE SON OF VENGEANCE CARRIES A CRUEL CLUB, AND A CRUEL LAUGHTER "KEEEEEEE KEEEEEE KEEEEEEE"

GLORIOUS did the statue of The Lads and the UNKNOWN SOLDIER of the High Walled Cihi stand! In rememberance when the TRUE CIHIZENS of the sacred cihi protected her foundations! "Never will the 'ata know our way! For they renounced Larihei and her sacred beacon! The purest pools! May they always dwell far away. Steel elves than silver!" Pamphilos grinned! Often did he find the mali of the star land beyond their border. Often did he tell them the truth!

Within the heartland, in that chapel in the haensetian labor village of Waldensburg, a priest shod in metal speaks, and the thin metal arms of his auto-pen work, scribing upon the scroll his letter of reply. "Dear Warpriest, Touched by the WHITE FLAME. This humble servant of the OWYNSSIAH, devout to the word of GOD most high sees well the intent of your letter, and verily is it true. For I had borne witness as my Father Superior, sanctified machines, and my own Cardinal Tonito, ignored when speaking of true darkness, true crime, in exchange for time spent and attention directed to secular matters. To infighting and further division, when it is so simple to direct the cause towards what is truly impure. This is a SPIRIT WAR. Where the Magi, the Darkspawn, the Serpentmen, and the Heretech aim solely to corrupt the minds and bodies of the good land. This is a degeneration of the PURE STATE. For was it not his sons who fought and divided the land of the KING when he was struck doomed. NOT ALL DARE REACH TO BATHE IN THE PURE WATER, MOST WOULD TAKE ELFWIVES AND LIVE SLOTHFUL, SURRENDERING TO THE CURSE OF SHAI'TAN IN THEIR SLOTH! THEIR 'PROGRESS' and 'AMBITION' THAT OF IMPURE GREED OF THE MORTAL WORLD! 50 So he did not fast, but slept into the midday. 51 And there came upon him in the evening the Aengul Artifai, who commanded him “Here, twice you rejected the gift of GOD. 52 The Lord bids you go into the Grotto of Gamesh and fast for three days, and receive the vocation of your father.” 53 So Harren left his city of timber and hide, and entered the Grotto. 54 For two days Harren fasted in the holy waters. 55 He did not pray, but considered the greatness of his conquest. 56 He aspired to overthrow Godwin and Joren, and rule as king of all men. 57 But on the third day he heard the fanfare of his subjects of mixed blood. 58 They celebrated a heathen festival, and he left the cavern to go among his subjects. And was it not HE, the LORD OF PURITY who cleansed himself in that golden grotto, and the winds did bade him to take the purity into his soul and through those waters was thusly purified. Worthy to mantle the OWYNSSIAH. 21 At once the darkness was cast out by a sword ablaze, and there GOD spoke to Owyn. 22 “You stand before me in the waters of Gamesh, Owyn, Son of Godwin, Son of Horen. 23 Your people cry out for justice and purity. 24 Take hold of this blade, a symbol of holiness, and by it you shall cleanse mankind of sin. 25 Now flee from this mockery of My city and go into the village of Rafal. 26 Fast there for three days, and I shall augment you on the third. OH OWYNSSIAH, FIRST TO AUGMENTED, WREATHED IN YOUR FLAME. DID YOU MARCH ALONE INTO THE SACRED CITY, ARMED ONLY WITH THE LIGHT OF GOD, AND FLAMING SWORD, DID YOU WAGE HOLY SACRED HYPERWAR UPON THE IMPURE. Were you made then again, the light that shines all the world. He who holds the pure covenants. He who purges the Heretic, he who dismisses the Xeno, HE is the blessed one. In the oaths of my Lectorism, I obtained the primary objectives. PRESERVE PURITY. PURGE THE IMPURE. This is the sacred script. And the LIGHT that fills our hearts gives us power to create the means to ease ALL burdens. ALL curses. Oh comrade May we find one another. Let us ease some burdens. For it says right in the scrolls what to do. -Father Adeptus #003, priest of the canon, Humble servant of the OWYNSSIAH" The monk of machines did sharpen each tooth upon the wicked cyberaxe at the end of the great polestaff. Once the annotations complete, did he return to artisanally creating the sanctified tools of Hyperwar...

MOMO'S FAVORITE ONI growled out a bellyful laugh as he fried chickens whole "KEEEEEEEEEE KEEEEEEEEEE KE" He called! Ready to spread great momo KAGU'S chicken cheer!

"Drown them in water! They fear! That is why they run! That is why they hide! For they cannot face the pure water! They WRETCH at the mere thought of what is pure and beautiful!" Beautiful Pamphilos does not negotiate with terrorists! Baring polished bronze against all foes of his LADS! Near, or distant of Gleaming SULIANPOLI!

"Hail the truth so long expected! Hail the day of FULL release!" Pamphilos smiled, as he worked on his tan near the oasis of the blasted wasteland. Indeed, has he already clubbed another two fine new lliran to bring them to purity. But he laments that such interruption comes when he could instead be eating peaches and enjoying the fine rice wine of the hidden village! He smiles in watching Luthriel finally seek her true vacation

A machine priest looked upon the note and signed the holy cross "Reverence. GODAN forgive the pure men of Haense. For they have brought Anathema into their midst. They fight with ferry men to fight dragons. They had the chance to obliterate both in one war, yet the sin of mercy is given to the unrepentant." He turned away to the temple to look for forgiveness for the pure people

"May ALL impure souls! Fall washed in the pure pools! May they know fear, and may they know truth! LADS! Polish your spears!" Brilliant Pamphilos picked up his shield, and he girded it with the image of the brazen bull! "Burn them with fire, and drown them with water!"

Brazen did the theurge, that Philosopher Pamphilos stride! For he thoroughly read the lore of the Caelians twice over! In a conclusion draw through logic and mythic understanding, did he come to buy a pizza and share with the comrades of the lost legion! "HAIL! AND HEED! For THESE! They are the PVRE MEN!" He sought then, to exchange some scrolls with their fine priest!

A machine priest with a long scroll of iniquities begins to search for the good cardinal. He revs up HALBOT with a ripcord to ensure he is powered on for the witness testimonials

I am the Lord GOD without peer. I put into your heart the power of creation, and I created the seed and chaff, and put heat into the fire that reddens iron. And as I have created means to ease your labors, so I have created new labors, and new fruits. For I have blessed you with My miracle of creation, and you shall draw nearer to My throne by your labors. And you shall discover strength of heart as you work the forge and the plow. LABORERS OF VALDEV, WORKERS OF WALDENSBURG, RISE NOW FOR THE TIME OF PROGRESS IS AT HAND. OUR PLANNING PERMITS NEARLY COMPLETED THE GREAT COG OF BUREAUCRACY IS OILED OH LABORERS, SEEK NOW THE VIRTUE, AND SIGN THE INITIATIVE APPROVAL PROJECT 4: THE SACRED AND SANCTIFIED PUBLIC MANUFACTORUM ALL YOUR PROJECTS, ALL YOUR BURDENS. EASED THROUGH THE VIRTUOUS LABOR THE GREAT KING APPRECIATES PROGRESS. DO YOU? AID PROGRESS, FOLLOW THE VIRTUES. BY THE KINGS REQUEST: Sign this document to show support for the construction of the public manufactorum! Write down all the VIRTUOUS projects YOU would get done if you had a full factorum at your disposal! -The sacred labor serves the virtuous laborer. THIS is how we get the bread- -Penned by Father Adeptus #003, Priest of the Canon, and humble Servant of the OWYNSSIAH -HAIL PROGRESS, HAIL PURITY- {{Want a factory job? Have a project you wanna queue? write your rp name and what you like about project 4! Include your ideal project too! If you want to SERVE GODAN}}

Receptors having picked up the news, the Machine Priest Adeptus #003 begins to wave his censor out over the land towards the petran hills "BEGONE FOUL SPIRITS OF DEGREDATION AND DEGENERATION. OH OWYNSSIAH, BANISH THE INFLUENCE OF THE DARK MECHANICUM. May not the progress of the blessed be reduced by the SLOTH of government overreach... OH LORD OF PROGRESS. VANQUISH THE INIQUITIES OF THOUGHT WITH YOUR FLAMING SWORD, Amen"

"Oh great purity! By my blade will I always sing to bring you about! Always will I seek to pull you with the most virtous side of the soul! Oh great purity! Have at me" Rose Pamphilos from the purified mire! clasping a pomegranate and a silver horn!

A machine priest sharpens his gear-axe. "THEY ARE ANATHEMAE. THE INIQUITOUS HAVE BEEN DECLARED PVTRIS. OBLITERATION PROTOCOLS ARE CONFIRMED." He ignites his censor. Waving it against the land of what he THOUGHT was a country full of pure men. "BANISH THE IMPURE. CULL THE SERVANTS OF DRAGONS. HONOR THE CHURCH AND DO NOT DEAL WITH ANATHEMA"

-OH DIVINELY SANCTIFIED MANUFACTORUM, YOUR FORGES BLESSED, YOUR ASSEMBLY LINES CONSECRATED, YOUR FIRES ARE THE FIRE OF PROGRESS- The blessings of creation are bestowed upon the righteous creator. In accordance to the DIVINE BLUEPRINT, cited CANTICLE 4 of the SCROLL OF VIRTUE __________________________________________________ 3 I am the Lord GOD without peer. 4 I put into your heart the power of creation, and I created the seed and chaff, and put heat into the fire that reddens iron. 5 And as I have created means to ease your labors, so I have created new labors, and new fruits. 6 For I have blessed you with My miracle of creation, and you shall draw nearer to My throne by your labors. 7 And you shall discover strength of heart as you work the forge and the plow. 8 So I am the Most High, and in pursuit of My Virtue, I bid my faithful this: You shall not be idle, nor forget your duties in favor of sloth. 9 And I am the Lord GOD without peer, and My works are the holy works, and My labor is the virtuous labor, and all the strength of the Virtue shall serve the righteous laborer. __________________________________________________ -Haensetian Siege Guns prepared to fire across the no-mans land ______________________________________________________________________________________ AND SO - The RIGHTEOUS labor is the labor that brings EASE to the burdens of man. That brings RELIEF from the iniquitous state. That progress and diligence continues forwards, directed towards the DIVINE BLUEPRINT. IN ACCORDANCE to the order of the most sacred task, PURGE THE HERETIC, and OBLITERATE his word from the world. The NOBLE FORGEMEN of HAENSETIA began their glorious TOIL to produce sufficient ARMS AND AMMUNITION. One by ONE were the balistae Bolts and the HEAVY BOLTERS themselves constructed by the diligent and VIRTUOUS Haensetian LABORER. BUILT WITH THE HANDS AND THE LIGHT OF CREATION BY GOD'S most DILIGENT LABORERS. And sanctified against Malfunction by the prayers and blessings and ritual of the church THE FORCES OF SHAI'TAN GATHERED BEHIND THEIR TOWERS. Their forces empowered by their oaths to RUINOUS POWERS. They think our NOBLE GUARDSMEN, BLESSED BY GODAN, GIRDED IN HIS SANCTIFIED ARMAMENTS, his blessed HOWITZERS, his most sacred GUNS would be but simple prey for their outriders and their undead and their dragons. NOTHING STANDS BEFORE THE RIGHTEOUS SOUL OF MAN, GIRDED IN THE BLESSINGS OF GOD AND PROGRESS. Their cursed walls OBLITERATED in righteous firepower. Their men, spiked on the weapons of the creator ALL HORROR OF REALITY, ALL BURDENS MAY BE OVERCOME, WITH MORE PROGRESS. MORE LABOR. SACRED. SACRED LABOR. ____________________________________________________________ -WE DESTROYED THE ENEMY WITH OUR BLESSED WEAPONS. WE WILL EARN OUR SANCTIFIED BREAD ________________________________________________ OH GREAT GOD, CREATOR OF ALL. BLESS US, YOUR HUMBLE SERVANTS, WITH THE GIFT OF PROGRESS. MAY WE SANCTIFY THE DIVINE SITE OF YOUR HOLY WORK, A MANUFACTORUM, IN THE PLACE WHERE PURE MEN DWELL BRING HAENSE MORE PRODUCTION HAIL PROGRESS, PRAISE GOD, LOVE THE VIRTOUS LABOR, COMRADE Depicted: The noble GUARDSMAN during the end of the bombardment. He waits for the whistle of his commissar to charge the IMPURE.

A machinepriest sifts through the ashes for Tonito's skull.... "Even in death, do you serve. Old ally."

And before Owyn was enhanced, he did suffer. His homeland was destroyed, his body was insufficient, and GOD demanded a fast. Through this suffering, Owyn’s soul was purified, and became worthy of the mantle OWYNSSIAH. An orthodox monk of the scrolls, humble servant of the OWYNSSIAH turns the gearstaff septence. Fitting it as a key into the great machine forge. "RECITATION. INITIALIZING. CANTICLE 4. 3 I am the Lord GOD without peer. One turn of the key 4 I put into your heart the power of creation, and I created the seed and chaff, and put heat into the fire that reddens iron. Another turn of the key 5 And as I have created means to ease your labors, so I have created new labors, and new fruits. A THIRD turn of the key 6 For I have blessed you with My miracle of creation, and you shall draw nearer to My throne by your labors. A fourth turn of the key 7 And you shall discover strength of heart as you work the forge and the plow. A fifth turn of the key 8 So I am the Most High, and in pursuit of My Virtue, I bid my faithful this: You shall not be idle, nor forget your duties in favor of sloth. A sixth turn of the key 9 And I am the Lord GOD without peer, and My works are the holy works, and My labor is the virtuous labor, and all the strength of the Virtue shall serve the righteous laborer. A seventh turn of the key, a whir heard, and ignition. The great flaming engine of the machine rumbled to life. The monk, with incense lit, did he pray towards the sacred flame within the miracle of creation that eases labors so new labors may commence. "OH OWYNSSIAH, LORD OF PROGRESS, FIRST TO BE AUGMENTED. BLESS THIS MACHINE, AND THE FIRE WITHIN. CONSECRATE THE WORLD AS IT BURNS THE SACRED RED OIL..." He waved the incense over the machine. The forge is my temple, each one a sacred shrine. I name each piston blessed, and every gear divine.

A mechpriest ticks after receiving a letter from a pure honorable knight begins to create the script... He sanctifies the robots involved with blessed incense and sacred oil. Setting off to aid in the investigation... "OH OWYNSSIAH! Show to all the truth of the iniquitous... Show to all the truth of reality... Gird these units against impurity... Let not the curse of SHAI'TAN wrack your data... Let not your weapons malfunction in the time of need..." The mechpriest signed the cross in front of the DOOM BOT. Unfailing champion of truth. "Reveal to all the nature of victory. Reveal to all, the nature of P U R I T Y"

"Hail victory! Hail glory! May the impure be purged from all record! May their names be stripped from every stone! May their deeds be undone from every place! And may ALL who love them fall!" The bronzed lad of Haelun'or grins! And he looks grimly on the impure!

"I was right to have my doubts with the state of mind of the writers! Cousin was right! This gazette turned into quite the rag!" Pamphilos scratched his cheek, only disappointed to see the state of journalism in el'cihi... He gets the bright idea to start publishing real news!' "There are serpents running the media! AND they want to curse your oem'ii and your bloodlines! I seen their blood rights! Anonymous sources provided recordings!" He grinned, knowing what must be done to blow the conspiracies wide open

"Praise the machine-god. All that remains is a turn of the cog, and the gear-engine shall ignite. The weapon shall enblazen. The traitor and the heretech, they shall come to light. The fire of the sword of the OWYNSSIAH shines upon all. None shall hide from the light of GOD most high. Purge the unclean. Amen." One of the mechpriests returns to sacred Project 4... Oh how he hopes the pure children will see the virtue of the righteous labor...