Kiyonai Province
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Post by Kiyonai Province on Apr 26, 2017 0:35:46 GMT -8
 Northwest of Kiyonai, a long distance down the Midori road, rests Mayukawa village. It is a small and cozy place with a gentle population of rice farmers, artisans, and craftsmen. Two wooden watchtowers stand guard over the sparse north and south trails leading from the village and into the misted hills beyond, crude necessities due to the distant proximity from the more wealthy, better guarded provincial capital. Here, situated up in the forested foothills of the north, it is known to rain frequently. |
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Evil Monsters and Hordes
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Roleplay posts: 35 
Age: Fuck you
Physical Description: NPC Account to represent a myriad of evil creatures, monsters, bandits, supernatural beings, etc.
Registered: May 7, 2017 13:50:05 GMT -8
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Post by Evil Monsters and Hordes on May 29, 2017 16:55:18 GMT -8
The four dozen bandits had somehow managed to make it to the village undetected. The two watchtowers were observed closely, and several of the bandits had arrows at the ready. Their leader, a ronin, stood tall at the front of his motley assortment of brigands, thieves, and ne'er do wells. At his signal fire arrows would be unleashed into the towers, and the whole lot would run screaming into the village, ready to sack and pillage.
(OOC: This attack was at the request of another. If you do not wish for it to happen, or wish for more details and my rules, feel free to message me!)
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Kiyonai Province
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Roleplay posts: 33
Registered: Apr 25, 2017 23:37:17 GMT -8
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Post by Kiyonai Province on May 30, 2017 18:40:28 GMT -8
The villagers were instantly thrown into a panic, completly taken off guard by the surprise attack. Few would rise to the occasion to fight, those who did having only sharpened bamboo sticks. (Itd be a lie to say we wished it to happen, but if you go by a certain system, the details will help.  ) |
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Evil Monsters and Hordes
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Roleplay posts: 35
Age: Fuck you
Physical Description: NPC Account to represent a myriad of evil creatures, monsters, bandits, supernatural beings, etc.
Registered: May 7, 2017 13:50:05 GMT -8
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Post by Evil Monsters and Hordes on Jun 1, 2017 17:14:48 GMT -8
(For obvious reasons, I won't reveal who asked, though the bandits may have incriminating evidence on them. I follow the rules of TFS, but do my best to ignore point values and charging rules. That said, if you wish to follow them, I will. I'm here to provide fun RP for people, so if you have any heroes in Kiyonai who wish to try and stop it, I won't object! Basically I am an NPC account designed to provide temporary bad guys for people's stories. Permanent bad guys tend to get squashed quickly on TFS, due to the preeminence of the heroes, so I provide this service as best I can, and within reason. Ordinarily, I wouldn't help one faction over another, but in this case I think it could sponsor some interesting RP, especially if you find out who sent them.)
The bandits set about the village, expecting an ambush or something, and so their initial entrance was a little hesitant. Once it became clear that such a thing was not forthcoming, they charged in, screaming and hollering, throwing torches at houses and chasing after anyone who was out. Those few with sharpened bamboo sticks would put up a better fight though, most of the bandits that encountered them did not have much better gear than that...
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Kiyonai Province
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Roleplay posts: 33
Registered: Apr 25, 2017 23:37:17 GMT -8
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Post by Kiyonai Province on Jun 9, 2017 0:08:21 GMT -8
The fight would ensue. A dusty melee broke out, and within the rising cloud of dirt beneath the trampling of desperate feet, screaming and the occasional splintering of bamboo could be heard as people fought to protect their homes. Yet only a small percentage of the village population was capable of holding their ground, and they would fall in short time. Someone had released all of the horses, which began to run amok during the chaos, and one lone villager took off on horseback...
(We are starting our investigation very soon, which will likely involve this thread and one other village thread to start with.)
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Evil Monsters and Hordes
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Roleplay posts: 35
Age: Fuck you
Physical Description: NPC Account to represent a myriad of evil creatures, monsters, bandits, supernatural beings, etc.
Registered: May 7, 2017 13:50:05 GMT -8
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Post by Evil Monsters and Hordes on Jun 10, 2017 15:39:09 GMT -8
The bandits were grateful for the lack of experienced fighters in the village, and quickly swarmed those who were, overwhelming them through sheer weight of numbers. Still, in their desperation, the villagers inflicted a heavy toll on the bandits, killing two or three dozen of them, including those trampled by the stampeding horses. Many villagers were taken prisoner, bound in the center of what remained of the village, the lone escaping horseman unnoticed by the marauders...
(Shall I leave clues?)
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Kiyonai Province
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Registered: Apr 25, 2017 23:37:17 GMT -8
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Post by Kiyonai Province on Jun 10, 2017 21:00:43 GMT -8
The village was left decimated.
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Takahashi Shigetane (Shoun )
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Roleplay posts: 24
Age: 33
Physical Description: Takahasi , while not very tall makes up for this fact with presents .
The warrior only stands at five foot, four inches, yet still manages to look down the nose of the Menpo mask he commonly wears.
Takahashi had the misfortune of being disfigured by bandits simply for amusement.
He was forced to "drink" fire, this caused burns to the lower portion of his face and nose. Aside from the permanent reminder of human crulty, Takahashi would have been a rather attractive man with strong features, now the only predominate feature are his Green eyes.
Registered: Jun 15, 2017 23:28:14 GMT -8
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Post by Takahashi Shigetane (Shoun ) on Jun 16, 2017 18:41:28 GMT -8
( Shinamori Setoku @anzen Hizashi ) Upon receiving Genji-dono's commands, Takahashi Shigetane set those commands into motion with the utmost haste, the haste that beaten into a man like strength into steel. Forty five solid spear men atop fine mounts, Twenty five deft archers upon equally fine mounts Gathered. Seventy five apt spear and sword wielders, companied forty five fine fingered archers also waited for their commander. An entourage of ten of the finest men Takahashi could muster surrounded his primary, at least in his mind, order… Anzen-san. Armor clad-wielding o-naginata six of them arranged themselves in a star pattern, with four of the finest archers Takahashi could find rode inside that star, with Himself, and Anzen-san in the center. The ten of them were amount animals with as much discipline as they themselves. Everything was going smoothly, a well refined practice. However it had a noteworthy burr...which was currently missing… Setoku-san. Takahashi would have ground his teeth to stubs had he not better self control. That man always put his soul in a foul mood. Genji-dono was very wise, as Takahashi could not understand exactly why that man had been chosen to join this force… it was above his station to question this decision however… Takahashi leaned over to have a quiet word with Anzen-san. "Has the reality of your situation found you yet Anzen-sama?" he asked. .. |
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Shinamori Setoku
Dedicated
*~* Owner of the mysterious den known as 'Sakura Ken' in Tamatoshi Bay*~*
Roleplay posts: 150
Age: 32
Physical Description: A humble, yet more rugged looking Samurai of the Hizashi Samurai, Shinamori Setoku stands at 6' evenly. He has waist length jet black hair, pulled into a ponytail, with brownish, almost Amber eyes, and is commonly swathed with a purple haori over his Black Hakama, red obi, and baggy, loose fitting white Kimono. He also sports metal plated Geta Sandals.
Clothes and Equipment: A wakizashi in a yellow saya (scabbard), wrapped with a yellow Katatemaki ito (Battle Wrap) around the tsuka (hilt.) While the Kojiri (End of the scabbard) had a black bit of burned metal. The Tsuba (Guard) was an odd circular symbol of the Shibata clan. And the weapon's Tsuka is usually seen sticking out of his kimono, opposite his heart. A Katana with a red saya with a red katatemaki ito around the hilt is normally hanging tachi style (Edge facing the ground) from his obi.
Registered: May 19, 2017 13:09:44 GMT -8
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Post by Shinamori Setoku on Jun 16, 2017 20:07:02 GMT -8
Takahashi was correct in most of his perfect order, except for the fact he actually expected Setoku to match in it. Setoku wasn't going against direct orders, though. He was just one step ahead of them, was all. Mainly due to... Circumstances far beyond his control. And that circumstance was his friend, whom he had to convince to stay at the future sight of his own goals.
"Rank and file, such outdated things..."
Was Setoku hard at work, investigating the ruins? Hardly. He already summed up enough from a look around. Bandits came, the villagers lacked fighting skills, and everyone probably died. Case solved.
"That man is probably grinding his teeth, having a heart attack because one shogi piece is out of place. If only I could see it now..."
Laying off too the side, but in plain sight, laid a figure on his back, his blue and white haori being his blanket, while a stray piece of straw rested between his lips. Hopefully they'd go right by Setoku, as he closed his eyes to shield the sun from his headache.
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Anzen Hizashi
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Have I lost you again, my best friend?
Roleplay posts: 89 
Age: 24
Physical Description: Height: 5’4”
Weight: 130 lbs
Build: Lithe
Eyes:
Color: Golden Brown
Shape: Rounded, more-so than usual
Hair:
Color: Midnight black
Style: When working, it would be pulled back into a long ponytail - waist length - with two locks of hair barely to her chin left out in front of her ears. The pony tail would be held up with a piece of jade-coloured ribbon.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing: Typically seen in a kimono that was mostly a plum purple that faded to a beautiful magenta diagonally from waist to bottom. In the transition would be a multitude of flowers varying in sizes, each one either a pale blue, lavender, or a powder pink. The obi around her waist would be a pale yellow obi, the obi-jime would be golden, and the obi-age a faint pink. She preferred to wear tabi and zori on her feet.
Accessories: Her favorite accessory would be a black and gold fan that she would always tucked in either her obi or her sleeve, whichever was most convenient. On rare occasions, the ribbon that tied her hair into a ponytail would be pulled out and worn as a headband, tied into a delicate bow on the left side of her head.
Accessories: Her favorite accessory would be a black and gold fan that she would always tucked in either her obi or her sleeve, whichever was most convenient. On rare occasions, the ribbon that tied her hair into a ponytail would be pulled out and worn as a headband, tied into a delicate bow on the left side of her head. The only other must-have item she would carry, would be a twig of bamboo with one end sharpened into a point.
Registered: May 22, 2017 11:26:05 GMT -8
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Post by Anzen Hizashi on Jun 17, 2017 3:30:54 GMT -8
Until Takahashi's voice startled her, Anzen's eyes had endlessly traveled over the gathering warriors around them. Not quite accustomed to the organized chaos, noise, and anticipation of an oncoming battle, Anzen found herself fighting the urge to fidget with something. With a soft sigh, she attempted to be content with the smoothing of the multiple layers to her elaborate kimono down. Despite her trepidation, she kept her head high and her back straight to look every bit like the niece of their Daimyou. Anzen had even taken the time to have her hair pulled up and braided with a new green ribbon around her head; it would keep her eyes clear and remove any hassle of wandering locks of hair.
"I fear it may have, Shigetane-san. I must remain level-head nonetheless, I do not wish to be a hinderance. May I ask if there is anyone we are missing?" Anzen's short stature made it hard for her to discern this information herself just by constantly looking around. If anyone would know, it would be the man by her side. Following Takahashi's example, she spoke softly and directly to him - her eyes fixing on his face rather than aimlessly roaming still. "Or is there something else in which we await?"
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Takahashi Shigetane (Shoun )
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Roleplay posts: 24
Age: 33
Physical Description: Takahasi , while not very tall makes up for this fact with presents .
The warrior only stands at five foot, four inches, yet still manages to look down the nose of the Menpo mask he commonly wears.
Takahashi had the misfortune of being disfigured by bandits simply for amusement.
He was forced to "drink" fire, this caused burns to the lower portion of his face and nose. Aside from the permanent reminder of human crulty, Takahashi would have been a rather attractive man with strong features, now the only predominate feature are his Green eyes.
Registered: Jun 15, 2017 23:28:14 GMT -8
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Post by Takahashi Shigetane (Shoun ) on Jun 17, 2017 11:57:18 GMT -8
The man's eyes held a sympathetic expression or the ghost of one, it was hard to tell with the white half-menpo he wore.
" You will do fine." He reassured her quietly. Takahashi shook his head. " We have been waiting or Setoku-san..."He said almost mournfully. While Takahashi did not aprove of how the man was he also did not enjoy what he was about to do. " We can wait no longer..."
"Akechi Mitsuhide!" The short commander shouted in a carrying voice, standing atop his mount as if to fire his bow.
The clamor of many men together all but died as the words left the Warriors mouth. A lone horseman rode from the group to be addressed by Takahashi, He bowed to the entourage before waiting to see what he had been called for.
"Akechi Mitsuhide, You're a fine rider, and will easily return to the group... I need you to take word to Genji-dono about Shinamori Setoku's absence. We ride for Mayukawa." He explained.
" HAI!" The Rider answered, and then darted off to carry word.
Takahashi sat back on his horse shaking his head. All the fool had to do was show up...
He would wait another ten minutes... that was more than fair for Setoku-san.... and if he did show he could simply explain to Genji-dono that he had been here simply missed... Far less embarrassing that simply not being there like a coward...
"Anzan-sama... Do you think the soul of a man could change?" The menpo-masked man asked, mostly gazing over his troops than anything.
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Shinamori Setoku
Dedicated
*~* Owner of the mysterious den known as 'Sakura Ken' in Tamatoshi Bay*~*
Roleplay posts: 150
Age: 32
Physical Description: A humble, yet more rugged looking Samurai of the Hizashi Samurai, Shinamori Setoku stands at 6' evenly. He has waist length jet black hair, pulled into a ponytail, with brownish, almost Amber eyes, and is commonly swathed with a purple haori over his Black Hakama, red obi, and baggy, loose fitting white Kimono. He also sports metal plated Geta Sandals.
Clothes and Equipment: A wakizashi in a yellow saya (scabbard), wrapped with a yellow Katatemaki ito (Battle Wrap) around the tsuka (hilt.) While the Kojiri (End of the scabbard) had a black bit of burned metal. The Tsuba (Guard) was an odd circular symbol of the Shibata clan. And the weapon's Tsuka is usually seen sticking out of his kimono, opposite his heart. A Katana with a red saya with a red katatemaki ito around the hilt is normally hanging tachi style (Edge facing the ground) from his obi.
Registered: May 19, 2017 13:09:44 GMT -8
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Post by Shinamori Setoku on Jun 17, 2017 13:05:05 GMT -8
Setoku was roused from his thoughts, the clamor of horse hooves and shouting was enough to awaken anyone, or annoy. Setoku casually spit out the stray straw hanging from his lips, and tucked his arms behind his head, positioning his hands palms down behind his head.
"God damn, is it that time already? Tam, if you weren't my brother, I'd kill you for making me late."
Truth of the matter was, it was Setoku and his hang over from western booze that made him late... That, and his laying around. Another sigh, and the man brought up his legs, tucking them down and kicking, using his hands to springboard himself upright. Setoku looked over his shoulder, seeing soldiers grouped and ready to ride.
"Takahashi-kun!!! I'm here, your Shogi board is complete!"
Setoku yelled from off to the side, before leaning down low, and covering the small distance between them with a quick run, Geta clicking with every step, all the while Setoku shouting...
"Gomen, gomen! There was an old lady who needed assistance!"
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Takahashi Shigetane (Shoun )
Established
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: 33
Physical Description: Takahasi , while not very tall makes up for this fact with presents .
The warrior only stands at five foot, four inches, yet still manages to look down the nose of the Menpo mask he commonly wears.
Takahashi had the misfortune of being disfigured by bandits simply for amusement.
He was forced to "drink" fire, this caused burns to the lower portion of his face and nose. Aside from the permanent reminder of human crulty, Takahashi would have been a rather attractive man with strong features, now the only predominate feature are his Green eyes.
Registered: Jun 15, 2017 23:28:14 GMT -8
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Post by Takahashi Shigetane (Shoun ) on Jun 17, 2017 15:43:05 GMT -8
Takahashi's hand fell... As he heard the burr's voice. That man had an excuse for everything.
Takahashi-kun.... There could be an insult hidden in there somewhere, and likely was...
" Good to see you've joined us Setoku-san..." He replied and gestured to a vacant horse." How kind Setoku-san, assisting the elderly, you are an example to us all." Takahashi's tone was level, and didn't dip into the venom his mind wished he had. 'Of exactly how to not act... Bear the unbearable'
"Setoku-san... Might I have a private word..?" He asked, moving his horse away from the groups center.
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Shinamori Setoku
Dedicated
*~* Owner of the mysterious den known as 'Sakura Ken' in Tamatoshi Bay*~*
Roleplay posts: 150
Age: 32
Physical Description: A humble, yet more rugged looking Samurai of the Hizashi Samurai, Shinamori Setoku stands at 6' evenly. He has waist length jet black hair, pulled into a ponytail, with brownish, almost Amber eyes, and is commonly swathed with a purple haori over his Black Hakama, red obi, and baggy, loose fitting white Kimono. He also sports metal plated Geta Sandals.
Clothes and Equipment: A wakizashi in a yellow saya (scabbard), wrapped with a yellow Katatemaki ito (Battle Wrap) around the tsuka (hilt.) While the Kojiri (End of the scabbard) had a black bit of burned metal. The Tsuba (Guard) was an odd circular symbol of the Shibata clan. And the weapon's Tsuka is usually seen sticking out of his kimono, opposite his heart. A Katana with a red saya with a red katatemaki ito around the hilt is normally hanging tachi style (Edge facing the ground) from his obi.
Registered: May 19, 2017 13:09:44 GMT -8
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Post by Shinamori Setoku on Jun 17, 2017 15:57:53 GMT -8
"Hai, Hai, Taka-kun. A shining blade in the dark."
Was Setoku's only response to the man, instead, his eyes fell upon Anzen, and he quickly halted, smiling side ways, slowly. Bowing his head.
"Anzen-hime, I see I am blessed with your presence at every turn, a welcome addition, to be sure."
Setoku moved past her, his hand patting her stomach lightly as he moved to the vacant horse. His demeanor quickly changed though, as he grabbed the reigns, and led it closer with himself to Takahashi.
"Takahashi-kun. There are several clues in the village, and though you far out rank my humble self, I must protest Anzen-himes presence. This will not be a simple walk in the park, even for one..."
Setoku was whispering this, of course. But just as quick as he arrived, his demeanor and attitude changed. His voice was even weary, with only a slight tone of mocking in it, unlike usual.
"Of... Your particular skills. The unproven boy is not exactly ready for this, either."
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Takahashi Shigetane (Shoun )
Established
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: 33
Physical Description: Takahasi , while not very tall makes up for this fact with presents .
The warrior only stands at five foot, four inches, yet still manages to look down the nose of the Menpo mask he commonly wears.
Takahashi had the misfortune of being disfigured by bandits simply for amusement.
He was forced to "drink" fire, this caused burns to the lower portion of his face and nose. Aside from the permanent reminder of human crulty, Takahashi would have been a rather attractive man with strong features, now the only predominate feature are his Green eyes.
Registered: Jun 15, 2017 23:28:14 GMT -8
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Post by Takahashi Shigetane (Shoun ) on Jun 17, 2017 16:13:33 GMT -8
What takahashi was about to say, died on his lips, faint surprise might be seen in what portion of his face wasn't obscured by the white, partial, menpo.. Hints of the burn scars caressed the edges of that mask.
"... I agree Setoku-san..." He said after a moment" That is why I have more than just you or I protecting Anzen-sama..." He said, a touch of pain lanced his otherwise level voice, no doubt Setoku would hear it for what it was.
"As for the boy... " Takahashi shook his head regretfully. " I protested his being here as well... Genji-dono insisted , as such I must obey... Rumor slinked its way to my ears already about what transpired there. Petty banditry this is likely not. Genji-dono also requested that I personally protect Anzen-sama... However I am only one man, and two sets of eyes see more than one." He suggested.
Ah, the forever wise Genji-dono saw much more than Takahshi did it seemed...
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Shinamori Setoku
Dedicated
*~* Owner of the mysterious den known as 'Sakura Ken' in Tamatoshi Bay*~*
Roleplay posts: 150
Age: 32
Physical Description: A humble, yet more rugged looking Samurai of the Hizashi Samurai, Shinamori Setoku stands at 6' evenly. He has waist length jet black hair, pulled into a ponytail, with brownish, almost Amber eyes, and is commonly swathed with a purple haori over his Black Hakama, red obi, and baggy, loose fitting white Kimono. He also sports metal plated Geta Sandals.
Clothes and Equipment: A wakizashi in a yellow saya (scabbard), wrapped with a yellow Katatemaki ito (Battle Wrap) around the tsuka (hilt.) While the Kojiri (End of the scabbard) had a black bit of burned metal. The Tsuba (Guard) was an odd circular symbol of the Shibata clan. And the weapon's Tsuka is usually seen sticking out of his kimono, opposite his heart. A Katana with a red saya with a red katatemaki ito around the hilt is normally hanging tachi style (Edge facing the ground) from his obi.
Registered: May 19, 2017 13:09:44 GMT -8
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Post by Shinamori Setoku on Jun 17, 2017 16:37:39 GMT -8
Setoku frowned slightly, looking over his shoulder to their forced entourage. Though around the Hizashi Manor, Setoku's custom was considered different, and out there, here on the battlefield, he was in his element.
"Takahashi... -Dono. Forgive my earlier behaviour. I am new to your customs, and rigid nature. But I will not allow a comrade to fall, you have my word there."
Setoku looked back to the man, before letting out a soft sigh. This man before him hid past injuries, which attributed to Setoku's initial treatment.
"Sir, I wish you would remove that mask. A warrior must take pride in his injuries received serving his lord. But enough about that, I fear you are correct about the raiders here. Initially I assumed them to be linked to our other ransacked village, but here it's more. . Violent. Anzen-sama, as well guarded as she may be, will not enjoy the sight. But, I will do as you ask."
Setoku mounted his horse, and kept his eyes locked with his commanders own.
"Allow me to head Anzen-sama's safety if we are attacked. We have a history, and she is my teacher. That is all this humble one request. Where would you like me, sir?"
Setoku's attitude had taken a complete 180, and Takahashi would be the first among the military to see this. Was Setoku really that close to war? Or was it something else? Who truly knew.
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Takahashi Shigetane (Shoun )
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Roleplay posts: 24
Age: 33
Physical Description: Takahasi , while not very tall makes up for this fact with presents .
The warrior only stands at five foot, four inches, yet still manages to look down the nose of the Menpo mask he commonly wears.
Takahashi had the misfortune of being disfigured by bandits simply for amusement.
He was forced to "drink" fire, this caused burns to the lower portion of his face and nose. Aside from the permanent reminder of human crulty, Takahashi would have been a rather attractive man with strong features, now the only predominate feature are his Green eyes.
Registered: Jun 15, 2017 23:28:14 GMT -8
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Post by Takahashi Shigetane (Shoun ) on Jun 17, 2017 17:04:07 GMT -8
Takahashi... -Dono. Forgive my earlier behaviour. I am new to your customs, and rigid nature. But I will not allow a comrade to fall, you have my word there."
Takahashi bowed his head--- or was it a nod...? Hard to tell from a distance, but Setoku-san would know what it was meant to be. He had figued the man had a soft spot for Anzen-sama due to her looks, but seeing it was deeper and more resectful Takahashi now understood why Genji-dono had ordered etoku-san's to be here today.
" There is no need to apologizes Setoku-san. Had my injuries been from Service, I would." He said dryly.
He found humor in Setoku's words... He wanted Takahashi to show his disfiguration, yet worried about how Anzen would react to the village. More peices of the puzzle that was Setoku-san fit together.
"I would like you at Anzen-sama's right, and I her left. Shinamori-san, I order you to protect Anzen-sama above all else. You may do whatever you see fit to ensure her protection." He said, a tad louder than he might normally give an order...Everyone in earshot would easily have heard the strange order... At least a strange one from Takahashi... He just gave Setoku-san freedom to choose...
" Now... Let us move, we owe it to the dead to be punctual." He said taking his postion with Anzen, shooting a knowing look at Setoku-san." Let's hope we find no elderly along the way." Dry as paper...
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Shinamori Setoku
Dedicated
*~* Owner of the mysterious den known as 'Sakura Ken' in Tamatoshi Bay*~*
Roleplay posts: 150
Age: 32
Physical Description: A humble, yet more rugged looking Samurai of the Hizashi Samurai, Shinamori Setoku stands at 6' evenly. He has waist length jet black hair, pulled into a ponytail, with brownish, almost Amber eyes, and is commonly swathed with a purple haori over his Black Hakama, red obi, and baggy, loose fitting white Kimono. He also sports metal plated Geta Sandals.
Clothes and Equipment: A wakizashi in a yellow saya (scabbard), wrapped with a yellow Katatemaki ito (Battle Wrap) around the tsuka (hilt.) While the Kojiri (End of the scabbard) had a black bit of burned metal. The Tsuba (Guard) was an odd circular symbol of the Shibata clan. And the weapon's Tsuka is usually seen sticking out of his kimono, opposite his heart. A Katana with a red saya with a red katatemaki ito around the hilt is normally hanging tachi style (Edge facing the ground) from his obi.
Registered: May 19, 2017 13:09:44 GMT -8
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Post by Shinamori Setoku on Jun 17, 2017 17:31:17 GMT -8
"We shall only assist if she is in need of... Recovery. And the dead have shown their distaste enough in time, I suppose."
Again, that sideways smiles, we're these two cracking wise? Who knows, but Setoku was quick to take his ordered position - Reaching into his kimono, and pulling it open to expose his left chest area, Setoku withdrew a Wakizashi housed in a yellow says. Obviously held against his body by a white gauze. And he leaned down toward Anzen, offering the houses sword.
"Anzen-sensei, I see you lack my Kodachi, so again, I must impress upon you to keep this blade in its steed. Hidden within your kimono. I will need it back."
He eyed her thoughtfully, and no doubt everyone eyed him. Giving his blade over, how low?
"Just keep it close and hidden for our March, incase you get separated from me and Takashi-dono, and should need an extra hand"
Of course, once she took the blade, he himself would be falling in line with everyone else.
"And Anzen-sensei... Be careful. And stay close to us both."
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Anzen Hizashi
Committed
Have I lost you again, my best friend?
Roleplay posts: 89
Age: 24
Physical Description: Height: 5’4”
Weight: 130 lbs
Build: Lithe
Eyes:
Color: Golden Brown
Shape: Rounded, more-so than usual
Hair:
Color: Midnight black
Style: When working, it would be pulled back into a long ponytail - waist length - with two locks of hair barely to her chin left out in front of her ears. The pony tail would be held up with a piece of jade-coloured ribbon.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing: Typically seen in a kimono that was mostly a plum purple that faded to a beautiful magenta diagonally from waist to bottom. In the transition would be a multitude of flowers varying in sizes, each one either a pale blue, lavender, or a powder pink. The obi around her waist would be a pale yellow obi, the obi-jime would be golden, and the obi-age a faint pink. She preferred to wear tabi and zori on her feet.
Accessories: Her favorite accessory would be a black and gold fan that she would always tucked in either her obi or her sleeve, whichever was most convenient. On rare occasions, the ribbon that tied her hair into a ponytail would be pulled out and worn as a headband, tied into a delicate bow on the left side of her head.
Accessories: Her favorite accessory would be a black and gold fan that she would always tucked in either her obi or her sleeve, whichever was most convenient. On rare occasions, the ribbon that tied her hair into a ponytail would be pulled out and worn as a headband, tied into a delicate bow on the left side of her head. The only other must-have item she would carry, would be a twig of bamboo with one end sharpened into a point.
Registered: May 22, 2017 11:26:05 GMT -8
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Post by Anzen Hizashi on Jun 17, 2017 21:13:08 GMT -8
At Takahashi's question on the changing of souls, Anzen turned her gaze to him. Her golden eyes held a look of stubbornness that seemed ingrained into women at birth. "Shigetane-san, the soul is ever shifting, always reforming. Some souls are less mold-able than others and it takes the touch of someone special to help them change for the better."
Anzen's tensed shoulders seemed to relax by a fraction as a familiar voice reached her ears, interrupting her conversation. She would give a tight smile, nodding to him in greeting before he sauntered off to speak privately with Takahashi. The touching of her stomach startled her a little, but Setoku was gone before the girl could verbally respond to the gesture. With a sigh, Anzen returned her attention to the men and troops before her, studying each man's body language and attempting to familiarize herself with each one in case something happened to them in battle. She wanted to see the slightest change in their demeanor, making this a great distraction until both Setoku and Takahashi returned to her sides.
It would seem that Setoku was full of surprises today. Offering her another blade, despite the fact that the kodachi he had given her was no longer by her side. Anzen had not had the chance to speak to him to let him know that his precious blade was being safety kept in her room - orders of her uncle that Anzen could not refuse. Reluctantly, her hand reached for the sword as her eyes passed from the saya to meet his own. when she spoke, her voice was quiet with the hint of a slight waver. "Are you sure you want me to hold on to this, Setoku-kun? I do not wish to rid you of your own protection.." If he still willingly relinquished he wakizashi, Anzen would subtly slip it into the folds of her many-layered kimono, voicing her gratitude in the ancient language. "Domo arigatou gozaimasu, Setoku-kun.."
When it came time for Setoku to fall into line with the others, Anzen nodded to his last bit of advice, unable to formulate what she felt to be an appropriate response other than a hollow 'hai'. With a deep breath, Anzen straightened her back, squared her shoulders, and after one final glance to Setoku's wrist as if checking for something in particular, she returned her attention to Takahashi and the men standing guard around the two. For the sake of the men, she felt it needed to radiate confidence to them just as much as the higher ranked Samurai around her. Unfortunately, words seemed to fail Anzen as her stomach contracted painfully and her throat closed each time she wanted to speak some words of advice to the men. It was high time she tried to learn to speak to crowds.. though the mission they were about to begin did not offer much solace.
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Takahashi Shigetane (Shoun )
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Roleplay posts: 24
Age: 33
Physical Description: Takahasi , while not very tall makes up for this fact with presents .
The warrior only stands at five foot, four inches, yet still manages to look down the nose of the Menpo mask he commonly wears.
Takahashi had the misfortune of being disfigured by bandits simply for amusement.
He was forced to "drink" fire, this caused burns to the lower portion of his face and nose. Aside from the permanent reminder of human crulty, Takahashi would have been a rather attractive man with strong features, now the only predominate feature are his Green eyes.
Registered: Jun 15, 2017 23:28:14 GMT -8
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Post by Takahashi Shigetane (Shoun ) on Jun 18, 2017 8:47:41 GMT -8
( Shinamori Setoku Anzen Hizashi : The departure : Thread theme : ) Takahashi stood on his horse again, with all eyes on him. " We have gathered here today, to ride for Mayukawa Village." He stated, his voice carrying rather well for such a small man. " Bandits have slain our people, and laid waste to yet another simple village with seemingly no cause! We ride to avenge the fallen , but more so, we ride together as a testament to the might of the Kiyonai's resolve ! A measure of our unity! To rid our self of those that would do us harm for petty self indulgence! We ride to honor our brothers! Our sisters! Our children! We ride for the very heart of Kiyonai!" There was a single cheer, Takahashi brought both his hands up to stifle the crowd. " We have all trained for moments like these! I have given each squad their order personally; as many of you know. Watch over each other as you would myself! Do you understand?!" " HAI!" Answered his soldiers. " Then Ride! Scouting parties, I wish an hours advance on anything lager than a rat!" "HAI!" Answered the scout, then began to ride ahead at break neck speeds. "Lets move!" The commander roared, pointing profoundly with one arm. "HAI!" The march began. |
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