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OOC:- The Rundown!
This is not Private. This is a religous thread, but with two "made up" religions. The Davor Monks controll an area of land on the borders of Pablicosta, whilst the Ching Sow Hing Monks are in control of the borderlands further South. This is going to be a battle. The Davor Monks will actively ride cavalry and spears, wher as the Ching Sow Hing are experts in the use of Martial Arts and prefer using blunt kendo sticks as apose to a sharp object. Although The Ching Sow Hing Monks speak a variation of japenese, I will be posting in english.

IC:-

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"Order!" called someone in the crowd of monks. Their hats lay on the floor infornt of them, and they had their hands held togethor tightly.
"Thank you, son. My Brothers! It is now that The Davor have insulted us most! They have constructed a hosue of worship to their false God on our Holy Ground! The Ground of Chi Mie has been insulted, and with it so have we! We must reppel this act of evil and sin, and show our anger to the Davor!" The room erupted in cheers as the Monks lept into the air with rage at the Davor.
((Chi Mie is the warrior burial ground of the The Ching Sow Hing Monks ))
"It will began at noon today! Now go, we must pray and prepare!"
For months the monks had been hidden away at their major House of Worship, Yaai Tow, where they had waited for the slightest provocation by The Davor Monks. Now they had their chance, and they had wepaons prepared allready. Many decided against the act of prayer at this time, and went instead to the ancient battle ground of Gin Lu, where they practiced their fighting technique.

can semi modern (1930s) technology be used?

Well it is set in 2050, but the two fractions are very traditional to their faith, so you won't see a monk riding arround in a Tank or anything or weilding a 9mm, so it depends what you want to use?

*Davor Monk HQ/Temple*

"Brothers! Our time has come! The evil Ching Sow Hing Monks of the South renouce our religion! This will not be tollerated! They must be made to obey or be destroyed!"

*Numerous Cheers*

"Now my brothers, i urge you all to pray to Death tonight, we will need his power to over throw our sworn enemies!"

Their leader walked amonst the men, listening to their prayers...

Death i pray to you to ask for power...

...I will need all you strengh to succeed...

...Let me strike my enemies down....

...Could i possibly borrow your Scythe? Just for a week or two....

The leader then retired to his sanctum, to do his own praying...

Well, my nation is set in post Civil War 1930s America, where the US has devided, and is now 20 seperate nations. If youve ever played Crimson Skies, you'd know what Im talking about. I was thinking about having a pilot or a pirate group or somethign be in the area.

O-Rah Warudekuku. A name both respected and feared from in his homeland. The Kug-Fu master had travled to this land of Pablicosta to study the monks that lived here, to see if he could find out anything useful related to martial arts. He had found little worthwile. Now he was swept up in a dispute, a civil war some might call it, and he would have to choose sides.

Would he join the militant Davor Monks? He though that he would not. Thier style of fighting concentrated too much on calvalry, something that he did not like very much. Might he choose to side with the Ching Sow Hing Monks? He thought this possibility to be a little more likely. Although the Ching Sow Hing had little in the aspect of weaponry, they were very skilled martial artists. However, with his Hamsu Katana and Chinise throwing Knves, he thoght that he might not quite fit in with this group of kendo-wielding Warriors.

He decided to bide his time at the Moment. Perhaps he would even work as a soldier for hire, or mabey an assassian. No one could be sure what O-Rah could be thinking, for he spoke little, and when he did, it was usually cryptic riddles or philisophical qestions. Nevertheless, he was still a force to be reckoned with. He was currently sitting beneath a large tree between the two camps of the Ching Sow Hing and Davor Monks, contemplating what action he was going to make.

Michael Ciceroni, the hitman of the infamous Ciceroni family, was lost.

He had been wandering since District-Admistrator Gel's plane crashed, killing everyone but him. He had been sent to take him out, but unfortunately, he was captured and taken aboard Gel's private jet. To make a long story short, he hijacked the plane and crashed it into the ground. He had jumped out at the last second, therefore he sustained many injuries and pains. Walking in the wilderness for three months, he was extremly tired.

Seeing the Ching Sow Hing Temple he kept walking. He had heard a bit about these monks, he was afraid they would turn him away, for he was a Catholic, but he had no other choice.

Mike banged on the door as he fainted from exhaustion...

BUMPity BUMP BUMP!