Wuppo
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114 
Physical Description: "The citizens of Tamatoshi Bay would lay eyes on Wuppo, a 10-foot tall ogre, dirty with grime and what was probably dried blood. The giant's black beard was messily braided and twisted into two strands that hung from his chin, and the hair atop his head tied into a somewhat familiar but not entirely correct topknot."
Registered: Jun 20, 2017 3:10:43 GMT -8
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Post by Wuppo on Aug 12, 2017 11:47:38 GMT -8
Wuppo was uncharacteristically quiet as he walked with the small Hizashi detachment, of course led by Kojuro. This would prove to be a good thing, as hushing a giant ogre that was intent upon making noise would almost certainly make just as much noise as the ogre was all on his own. Wuppo could smell the direction of the camp, and it seemed strange to him to walk around the bandits' hiding spot in the woods when everyone in the party knew where the camp was. But, nonetheless, 'wise Otta' had not asked him to find their path to the camp, he'd only asked him to fight, and that was enough.
Wuppo was not a particularly skilled fighter; he'd had no formal training, and didn't know anything about fighting that you couldn't learn from simply being in combat. He made up for his lack of skill with the obvious - sheer size and strength. He wielded a club with one hand that no human warrior would be able to put to effective use with two, and had a reach with it that allowed him to safely thrash humans with shorter polearms like spears. This gave the ogre a sort of 'I'm bigger and stronger, and that means I'm better' approach to fighting, which almost always resulted in him acting very aggressively.
As Kojuro drew his sword, Wuppo pulled his club from its lashing around his waist. The ogre let out a low, throaty growl through gnashed teeth a moment before Kojuro gave the order to attack. Almost instantly Wuppo was out in front of the group, his long legs easily making two or more of a normal human's stride as his feet pounded hard against the earth, club raised above his head. Charging out of the darkness, the growl that had preceded the signal to attack was now a guttural roar as Wuppo came into the light of the camp, the fires flickering in the pits dwarfed by the inferno in the ogre's eyes.
In an instant, all trace of the unassuming and soft-hearted teddy-bear that was Wuppo was gone, and not but a rampaging animal was left in his place. Wuppo would use all of his strength to bring his club down onto the head of the first human he came to.
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Rena Kesarus
Established
Going up the tower
Roleplay posts: 28 
Age: 24
Physical Description: Rena is a centaur. Her horse body has pure white fur with black socks around the feet. Her tail is a bright red, matching her own hair. Two ram horns protruding from her head, curving around her scalp and then back up and she had yellow-amber eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: She doesn't wear much clothing. She cloth bodice that covers her front and belt-like part that goes around her hips where her horsebody starts. This is where she can hold her coin and keep her axe.
Her weapon of choice is a big battleaxe. Rena is known for how quick she is and uses her speed to easily run down and kill her enemies. Of course she is also very fond of trampling or kicking her enemies.
She also has a bow with a small amount of arrows in a quiver.
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Registered: Nov 12, 2015 22:56:20 GMT -8
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Post by Rena Kesarus on Aug 14, 2017 1:46:56 GMT -8
Every muscle in Rena's body was tensed when they were waiting for Kojuro to give the sign to attack. She had her big axe in one of her hands and had to resist the urge to scrape her hooves over the ground while she got ready for her charge. Rena had been trained on the grounds by her tribe, though their style of fighting was a lot different than most would have been trained for. It was about charging, about being too fast for most legs to keep up with them. Swing your axe fast, decapitate anyone before they can even reach your legs and turn towards the next. It was a game of not being surrounded and never standing still.
When the signal was finally given, Rena released the tension in her muscles and sped forward. The first second Wuppo might have been faster, but as soon as Rena picked up her speed she was faster than anyone on two legs. She sped past the Ogre her axe in a straight line behind her so it wouldn't catch any wind to slow her.
She would soon come upon the first of the bandits before they even seemed to have a good chance to react to her. Her axe swung, faster than would seem possible for its weight, and without even slowing down she would swing it at the person's face, trying to decapitate them.
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Kojuro Hizashi
Dedicated
Lord of Kiyonai
Roleplay posts: 354
Age: 23
Physical Description: Kojuro stands at a little above average height, and a slender, athletic build. His dark brown hair falls to just beneath chin level, and he usually wears it tied back. His eyes are a bright brown colour, so light as to be close to orange. He is usually well but simply dressed, and carries himself with a relaxed air, taking most things in his stride. He has several recently acquired scars, including a sword cut to his left arm which has left him only partial use of that hand, and a another from a sword cut along his jawline on the right side.
Clothes and Equipment: He is normally dressed in conventional attire for his culture and social class. As a lord, his clothing is high quality, though not ostentatious. For everyday wear a simple kosode and hakama, silk courtly robes for official duties, and armour on the battlefield. He prefers greens and blues, though often may be wearing the maroon and gold of the Hizashi clan.
In battle he can be noticed from a distance by the dragonfly crest on his helmet. He also wears a surcoat in Hizashi maroon and gold and a set of lacquered armour bearing the Hizashi clan cherry blossom crest. In battle he is armed with a tachi (long sword) and a tanto (dagger), and also carries a fan to signal orders. He will also be found carrying his swords everywhere, as is usual for samurai.
Allegiances: Tawakoshi, The Hizashi Clan
Player's online availability : For play: Some evenings, GMT. I am not around every day for RP, because life. For chatting/PMs: Most days/eves GMT.
Registered: May 10, 2017 13:44:12 GMT -8
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Post by Kojuro Hizashi on Aug 15, 2017 11:44:37 GMT -8
Kojuro charged ahead, keeping level with Rena as he urged his horse on faster, even though her physique was more powerful than a normal horse and rider. His eyes were alight with the excitement of the battle ahead, and the genial smile he usually wore took on an entirely different cast, underlined by three feet of blue-white Tawakoshi steel shining in the moonlight. He was aware to his left of Wuppo swinging his giant tetsubo, and Rena wielding her double-headed axe as he rode into the camp, making a beeline for the largest tent as he kept an eye out for anyone who looked more like a leader of the group. As he rode, like Rena, not slowing any as he went, he raised the heavy sword in his right hand and swung it down with startling speed and force on one of the bandit guards who had just stood up from his place near the campfire. The blow would strike him on the shoulder and carve a diagonal arc through his body, cutting him in two if he failed to defend. I can still do it, I can still fight! Kojuro thought euphorically as his blade held true and struck.
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Kojuro Hizashi
Dedicated
Lord of Kiyonai
Roleplay posts: 354
Age: 23
Physical Description: Kojuro stands at a little above average height, and a slender, athletic build. His dark brown hair falls to just beneath chin level, and he usually wears it tied back. His eyes are a bright brown colour, so light as to be close to orange. He is usually well but simply dressed, and carries himself with a relaxed air, taking most things in his stride. He has several recently acquired scars, including a sword cut to his left arm which has left him only partial use of that hand, and a another from a sword cut along his jawline on the right side.
Clothes and Equipment: He is normally dressed in conventional attire for his culture and social class. As a lord, his clothing is high quality, though not ostentatious. For everyday wear a simple kosode and hakama, silk courtly robes for official duties, and armour on the battlefield. He prefers greens and blues, though often may be wearing the maroon and gold of the Hizashi clan.
In battle he can be noticed from a distance by the dragonfly crest on his helmet. He also wears a surcoat in Hizashi maroon and gold and a set of lacquered armour bearing the Hizashi clan cherry blossom crest. In battle he is armed with a tachi (long sword) and a tanto (dagger), and also carries a fan to signal orders. He will also be found carrying his swords everywhere, as is usual for samurai.
Allegiances: Tawakoshi, The Hizashi Clan
Player's online availability : For play: Some evenings, GMT. I am not around every day for RP, because life. For chatting/PMs: Most days/eves GMT.
Registered: May 10, 2017 13:44:12 GMT -8
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Post by Kojuro Hizashi on Aug 17, 2017 5:50:46 GMT -8
The bandit barely had time to be surprised before Wuppo's club smashed him into the ground, breaking his skull and leaving him dead on the ground.
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The bandit that Rena attacked had time to squeak out what might have been a warning shout, before her axe clove through his neck. The decapitated head flew free of the body, and a gout of blood spurted up from his severed neck.
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As Kojuro hacked down with his tachi, the bandit attempted to draw his own sword, but was bisected in two by the blade, falling in two parts, kicking up sparks and ash from the fire as it fell.
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The bandit leader, hearing the sounds of combat outside went to the entrance of his tent and looked over boggle-eyed at the monsters and heavily armoured samurai who were bearing down on the campsite. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Instead, his face turned a whitish green colour and he was frozen to the spot.
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A roar went up from the bandits, and all of those who were asleep roused themselves, while those still awake and alive began to run. "ONI!" yelled one of them, "ONI! ONI!" as he turned to flee. Tripping over logs and tree roots, the bandits ran, abandoning their camp as they tried to put distance between themselves and the attackers. Fleeing directly away they headed south, down to the river where beyond it a hail of arrows waited for them.
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The bandit leader looked in anger and terror at his men fleeing. Turning his head once, twice, witnessing the furious rage of the ten foot ogre, he decided that they had the right idea and joined them in their messy retreat.
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Spotting the bandit leader making an appearance, Iguchi Makoto loosed his arrow against the bandit leader, hitting him in the leg. It did not seem to make any difference to the speed of his flight though, and he ran, the arrow sticking out of him not appearing to have damaged him much.
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Wuppo
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Physical Description: "The citizens of Tamatoshi Bay would lay eyes on Wuppo, a 10-foot tall ogre, dirty with grime and what was probably dried blood. The giant's black beard was messily braided and twisted into two strands that hung from his chin, and the hair atop his head tied into a somewhat familiar but not entirely correct topknot."
Registered: Jun 20, 2017 3:10:43 GMT -8
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Post by Wuppo on Aug 17, 2017 12:03:10 GMT -8
Humans didn't make armor capable of stopping what Wuppo could do to them. Armor didn't keep a person's arms and legs attached. Armor didn't meaningfully lessen a blow that would rag-doll a person through the air. This is why Wuppo was so effective in combat, despite his lack of training. No amount of training could save the bandit's head as the ogre's club smashed down onto it; the bandit's body only offering enough resistance to stop the club when it had reached shoulder height on the man. His head was obliterated, and shattered like a cask full of blood which instantly covered Wuppo in the spray of deep crimson.
Kojuro and Rena had bypassed Wuppo in favor of a more 'hit and move' style of fighting, but the rampaging ogre barely noticed their moving forward. After caving in the bandit's head, Wuppo reached his left hand down and grabbed one of the deceased bandit's legs, lifting the corpse and wielding it like another weapon, the man's heart still pumping blood to where his head used to be. Wuppo roared again, and charged towards the fleeing bandits, holding one of their comrades by the leg. Wuppo didn't need to out maneuver the bandits, he needed to catch them.
With a mighty fling, Wuppo turned the carcass he was carrying into a projectile, and sent the bleeding body hurling into the backs of a group of bandits as they were fleeing. Wuppo was on them in an instant, his club bashing the ones that had stumbled or fallen from being hit with the corpse into the ground. Most were dead in a single hit, but Wuppo kept at them, using his club to crush the humans over and over, driving their bodies against the ground as if he intended to sunder the earth under them. Kojuro had told Wuppo to be scary, and in mere moments Wuppo had made a gruesome spectacle of himself; a roaring, bloody nexus of death.
1d20 to hit: YyPE9hO31-20
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Rena Kesarus
Established
Going up the tower
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: 24
Physical Description: Rena is a centaur. Her horse body has pure white fur with black socks around the feet. Her tail is a bright red, matching her own hair. Two ram horns protruding from her head, curving around her scalp and then back up and she had yellow-amber eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: She doesn't wear much clothing. She cloth bodice that covers her front and belt-like part that goes around her hips where her horsebody starts. This is where she can hold her coin and keep her axe.
Her weapon of choice is a big battleaxe. Rena is known for how quick she is and uses her speed to easily run down and kill her enemies. Of course she is also very fond of trampling or kicking her enemies.
She also has a bow with a small amount of arrows in a quiver.
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Registered: Nov 12, 2015 22:56:20 GMT -8
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Post by Rena Kesarus on Aug 20, 2017 10:53:38 GMT -8
The head of the bandit she attacked would leave his head clean before he even had a chance to defend himself. It would swirl into the air leaving a small tornado of blood in the air, painting Rena's fur just as red as her tail was.
She raised her axe in the air and made a high pitched sound that could only go for a battle cry as she was already hunting down her next target. They might run, but she would always be faster. Her hooves would raise the ground from under her as she ran them down and once more her axe would swing towards one of the bandits. Because of her height, she had no choice but to once again go for the head of her victim.
Her axe would once again swing as the bandit would scream in fear as he heard her hooves approaching him. His head too would come clean of his romp and would fly in the air. Splattering Rena's face along with the rest of her body even more than it had. The battle made her feel excited and all she wanted to do was kill more of them.
1d20 to hit: VdaW49SA1-201-20
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Kojuro Hizashi
Dedicated
Lord of Kiyonai
Roleplay posts: 354
Age: 23
Physical Description: Kojuro stands at a little above average height, and a slender, athletic build. His dark brown hair falls to just beneath chin level, and he usually wears it tied back. His eyes are a bright brown colour, so light as to be close to orange. He is usually well but simply dressed, and carries himself with a relaxed air, taking most things in his stride. He has several recently acquired scars, including a sword cut to his left arm which has left him only partial use of that hand, and a another from a sword cut along his jawline on the right side.
Clothes and Equipment: He is normally dressed in conventional attire for his culture and social class. As a lord, his clothing is high quality, though not ostentatious. For everyday wear a simple kosode and hakama, silk courtly robes for official duties, and armour on the battlefield. He prefers greens and blues, though often may be wearing the maroon and gold of the Hizashi clan.
In battle he can be noticed from a distance by the dragonfly crest on his helmet. He also wears a surcoat in Hizashi maroon and gold and a set of lacquered armour bearing the Hizashi clan cherry blossom crest. In battle he is armed with a tachi (long sword) and a tanto (dagger), and also carries a fan to signal orders. He will also be found carrying his swords everywhere, as is usual for samurai.
Allegiances: Tawakoshi, The Hizashi Clan
Player's online availability : For play: Some evenings, GMT. I am not around every day for RP, because life. For chatting/PMs: Most days/eves GMT.
Registered: May 10, 2017 13:44:12 GMT -8
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Post by Kojuro Hizashi on Aug 21, 2017 6:26:44 GMT -8
Kojuro chased down the fleeing bandits somewhat behind Wuppo and Rena who had both gone into what appeared to be almost a battle frenzy, slaying left and right, blood and limbs flying every which way through the air. It was no wonder to him that the bandits were running scared. To be on the receiving end of that would be quite intimidating. And bandits were usually a cowardly lot anyway, or they would do something more useful with their lives than being bandits. Through the haze of gore and scattering men, he spotted the leader and rode to give chase. If he wanted to take the man alive there wasn't much he could do except attempt to separate him from the rest. Perhaps if he could shoot, a well aimed arrow to the leg might take him down and leave him behind, but Kojuro didn't have that choice. The bandits heading en masse down towards the river, made picking the leader out an impossible task. Instead, he chased and harried them to where he wanted them, accompanied by his two guards, and then from the east and west the small groups of samurai were closing in to herd them to the river. A few fell to his blade, but he wasn't able to make quite the short work of it that Wuppo and Rena seemed to. It became more apparent to him that his form was off, and that lack of practice and sleep was telling on his abilities. Nevertheless, they were soon well within range of the archers, and Kojuro held back as a half of arrows pierced those bandits who had made it as far as the river. There was carnage as the bandits all succumbed to the well-executed attack, their blood turning the Sakekawa red as all of them chose to die rather than surrender.
The east and west groups confirmed that none had escaped, as Kojuro and his men searched for the leader among the bodies of the dead and dying. He had been cut deeply across the back, arrows were sticking out of him, and parts of his body seemed unrecognisably crushed either from stampede or a large club. "Well, we're not going to get much information out of him," he said as Iguchi Makoto turned the body face up in the mud. "Search the camp." Any valuables they found would be returned to town. The bodies would be disposed of later by the low ranking townsfolk who dealt with the dead and other unclean tasks. Kojuro approached Wuppo and Rena. "That was … quite something," he praised them both. It was an unsurpassed natural brutality that was quite different from the organised and mannered way that samurai usually fought. Barbaric, yet extremely effective against these kind of enemies. "Thank you both for all your help," he smiled to them both. He would make sure that they were in some way rewarded, but he wouldn't mention it now, lest they think he was treating them as mercenaries or suchlike. "Now we shall return to the mansion and bring the news that the Shimokawa bandits are defeated, and find out how to go about removing things from your bag, my friend."
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Wuppo
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Physical Description: "The citizens of Tamatoshi Bay would lay eyes on Wuppo, a 10-foot tall ogre, dirty with grime and what was probably dried blood. The giant's black beard was messily braided and twisted into two strands that hung from his chin, and the hair atop his head tied into a somewhat familiar but not entirely correct topknot."
Registered: Jun 20, 2017 3:10:43 GMT -8
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Post by Wuppo on Aug 21, 2017 12:40:45 GMT -8
The fight was likely won the moment the bandits broke and ran away, but with the bulk of the bandits dead the battle was truly over; that is, except for Wuppo. It appeared that the ogre's ability to turn his rampage on like a switch was far harder for him to turn off as he continued to thrash about and lay his club to anything he could reach. By the time Kojuro turned to thank and congratulate Rena and Wuppo, the pile of what used to be a few individual people at his feet was now a battered melange of crushed bones and flesh, one person's parts all but indistinguishable from another in the gruesome heap.
There was no such thing as civilized fighting, but Wuppo and Rena were entirely different from the trained and disciplined warriors that made up the Hizashi detachment. Wuppo roared again, showing his mouthful of large, yellowed teeth as he flung his heavy club in a mighty overhand throw. The club tumbled end over end into a tent, which was instantly pulled up from its anchoring spikes in the ground, and continued with the club on its journey for several more feet through the air. Wuppo reached to the ground at his feet, and pulled up two large handfuls of carnage in his giant hands - what could have at one point been a torso and a leg, the torso wrapped in a mangled ball of metal.
The ogre looked up and swiveled his head around, his keen eye quickly looking for anything that was moving. With his willingness to give up his club, he most likely intended to rip whomever was unlucky enough to draw his attention apart with his bare hands, or beat them to death with the ball of metal that still had human tissue hanging from it.
It was only now that he saw Kojuro. Wuppo could hear words, but was unable to process them. He knew his friend had been speaking, probably to him, but had no more information than that. He continued to look around, his breathing heavy and labored as he stood with his hands full of Hizashi enemies. Perhaps this was the beginning of him calming down.
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Kojuro Hizashi
Dedicated
Lord of Kiyonai
Roleplay posts: 354
Age: 23
Physical Description: Kojuro stands at a little above average height, and a slender, athletic build. His dark brown hair falls to just beneath chin level, and he usually wears it tied back. His eyes are a bright brown colour, so light as to be close to orange. He is usually well but simply dressed, and carries himself with a relaxed air, taking most things in his stride. He has several recently acquired scars, including a sword cut to his left arm which has left him only partial use of that hand, and a another from a sword cut along his jawline on the right side.
Clothes and Equipment: He is normally dressed in conventional attire for his culture and social class. As a lord, his clothing is high quality, though not ostentatious. For everyday wear a simple kosode and hakama, silk courtly robes for official duties, and armour on the battlefield. He prefers greens and blues, though often may be wearing the maroon and gold of the Hizashi clan.
In battle he can be noticed from a distance by the dragonfly crest on his helmet. He also wears a surcoat in Hizashi maroon and gold and a set of lacquered armour bearing the Hizashi clan cherry blossom crest. In battle he is armed with a tachi (long sword) and a tanto (dagger), and also carries a fan to signal orders. He will also be found carrying his swords everywhere, as is usual for samurai.
Allegiances: Tawakoshi, The Hizashi Clan
Player's online availability : For play: Some evenings, GMT. I am not around every day for RP, because life. For chatting/PMs: Most days/eves GMT.
Registered: May 10, 2017 13:44:12 GMT -8
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Post by Kojuro Hizashi on Aug 28, 2017 7:28:19 GMT -8
Before he was able to take the time to thank the two of them, he became aware at the end of the fighting, that whilst everything else had ceased, and all resistance from the bandits had concluded, Wippo was still rampaging, bashing bodies where life had long since fled, into mincemeat. It was both impressive, and, though he was loathe to admit it, just a little bit frightening. The other samurai were watching on with their eyes bulging with repressed emotion, unable to look away. Some were trying hard to contain the urge to flee or vomit. No one seemed to want to try to stop Wuppo doing what he was doing. Apparently he had been perfectly serious about fitting the bandits into a bucket, although it would have to be one big bucket. Once Wuppo had stopped throwing body parts around, Kojuro went forward to approach him. Granted, he had never seen the ogre in this kind of state before, and was not expecting it, but Wuppo was still Wuppo, and he wasn't afraid that the ogre would attack him. “It's all over now,” he said with a genial smile, “good work, Wuppo. You can put those down now,” referring to the body parts that Wuppo was still clutching. After while Wuppo began to calm down, and people started to breathe more easily again and go about their business.
As they prepared to leave, talk had begun among the men about the two non-humans, who had seemed so mild and amenable on the journey down from Hizashi mansion. “A goddess, I tell you. A kami of victory...” went the whispers about Rena. The horse had long been seen as an intermediary between the world of spirit and of mankind, and what exemplified that better than a creature who was both woman, horse and something else – a horned deity. There was even talk of building a shrine to her on the very hill. “The Hizashi clan have a goddess on their side, and a demon too. It is a sign of our strength.” “A demon who slays our enemies and a goddess to protect us.” “The gods want the Hizashi to rule Tawakoshi...”
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Yasuke Shisou
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 213
Age: 27
Physical Description: Sou Yasuke is about average in height and carries himself with a straight back and has his black hair tied up into a pony tail for practical purposes. Otherwise not bulky built you notice that he is indeed very muscular though his muscles are more of the shape of tree trunks and body wears the scars of both battle and hard work.
His eyes are brown and focused.
Clothes and Equipment: Sou Yasuke wears a traditional samurai rope and a hakama that fits a lower ranking officer of House Hizashi. He uses a standard katana and a wakizashi which he holds no special affection for.
Allegiances: Tawakoshi
Player's online availability : Sometimes at day but mostly evenings GMT +1
Registered: Sept 2, 2017 11:28:00 GMT -8
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Post by Yasuke Shisou on Sept 13, 2017 14:41:52 GMT -8
This guy Sanzaemon was leading the charge, 'a real honorable samurai' the other men said and it showed in his fighting tactics. He was going to attack the camp head on while praying to his favorite kami that an arrow wouldn't find him before his found the enemy's chest. But Yasuke knew all too well how such a camp was defended and the first one they tried to take out was definitely going to be the leader. In other words Sanzaemon would join his kami tonight and things would surely turn nasty when all these cowards found their leader dead. No, better to put some effort into keeping him alive.
"Sanzaemon-dono." Yasuke said and bowed at him respectfully. "May I propose another tactic? Instead of riding straight towards their best archers maybe I could sneak around and attract their attention, maybe taking out a few and then..." Yasuke said as Sanzaemon gave him a stern gaze.
"Even for a stand in that is the most cowardly nonsense I have heard a while. Get on your horse and prepare your spear. We're taking it head on." he said leaving no room for discussion. Yasuke swallowed a few swear words that he would otherwise have liked to express and got on his horse without a word clenching the horse's mane and pressing his head in close to it's ear.
"Listen to me, and listen good! I know you're a horse and doesn't understand shit, but I want you to dodge those frickin' arrows and get me there first, you hear me? No backing out of this now, your mine!" he said threatingly to his horse. Yasuke never liked those big animals, but right now they had to obey him to make things work and if he could predict where the archers would be, he could use the trees to his advantage making it difficult for the archers to aim.
As Sanzaemon eased his horse up to speed getting everyone behind him, Yasuke stomped his heels into the horse's belly and drove it in front of the commander while racing towards the camp at full speed. This was 'do or die' and he could just see a few archers turning up behind the trees, but a bit of zig zagging, ample use of heavy swearing and clever positioning in the terrain made sure the arrows never reached him. By now he was at least fifty meters in front of the commander and burst through the flank riding around the clearing as he took a few heads with his katana.
"You, you and especially YOU need to die now!" he shouted angrily as the blood sprayed and the bandits ran around confused. After a bit of fighting, he finally got off his horse as the others joined him inside the clearing too while shooting their bows left and right and hitting a few remaining bandits.
"Why did you not hold the formation?!?" Sanzaemon asked as he approached Yasuke on horse.
"Well, I got some heat off you, so what's not to like..?" he asked folding his arms as suddenly he noticed one of the bandits who had climbed up into a tree stringing his bow and taking aim at the commander. Yasuke promptly picked up his spear and threw it at the bandit, hitting him dead center in the chest, causing him to lean over and fall down and landing a few feet beside Sanzaemon. The commander suddenly appeared all pale as he stepped down from his horse.
"And your name was?" he asked to Yasuke's surprise.
"Sou Yasuke." he answered a bit reluctantly as he was used to not giving his name away to easily in the outskirts.
"Sou-san. You're a good man to have by anyone's side, so please forgive me my hasty words before." he said and put his hand on Yasuke's shoulder. "I'm but an old man though, and neither you nor anyone else can deny me meeting up with the kami when time is right. But I have a guy who is young and in need of a formidable samurai to aid him and shield him. Seeing a tragic and too quick an end would sadden me more than to meet my own!" Sanzaemon said as they made their way towards the central bandit camp where Hizashi and the others had attacked. Yasuke scratched his head but went along with it. Being praised was new to him, but the soft, ticklish feeling it gave him wasn't too bad. He still preferred gold though, and hoped he would be rewarded with that too.
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Kojuro Hizashi
Dedicated
Lord of Kiyonai
Roleplay posts: 354
Age: 23
Physical Description: Kojuro stands at a little above average height, and a slender, athletic build. His dark brown hair falls to just beneath chin level, and he usually wears it tied back. His eyes are a bright brown colour, so light as to be close to orange. He is usually well but simply dressed, and carries himself with a relaxed air, taking most things in his stride. He has several recently acquired scars, including a sword cut to his left arm which has left him only partial use of that hand, and a another from a sword cut along his jawline on the right side.
Clothes and Equipment: He is normally dressed in conventional attire for his culture and social class. As a lord, his clothing is high quality, though not ostentatious. For everyday wear a simple kosode and hakama, silk courtly robes for official duties, and armour on the battlefield. He prefers greens and blues, though often may be wearing the maroon and gold of the Hizashi clan.
In battle he can be noticed from a distance by the dragonfly crest on his helmet. He also wears a surcoat in Hizashi maroon and gold and a set of lacquered armour bearing the Hizashi clan cherry blossom crest. In battle he is armed with a tachi (long sword) and a tanto (dagger), and also carries a fan to signal orders. He will also be found carrying his swords everywhere, as is usual for samurai.
Allegiances: Tawakoshi, The Hizashi Clan
Player's online availability : For play: Some evenings, GMT. I am not around every day for RP, because life. For chatting/PMs: Most days/eves GMT.
Registered: May 10, 2017 13:44:12 GMT -8
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Post by Kojuro Hizashi on Sept 14, 2017 12:54:40 GMT -8
While the samurai talked among themselves about the demons and gods that were now among them, Sanzaemon and his group approached Kojuro. Sanzaemon bowed, “We cleared the west flank, Kojuro-sama,” he reported. “Good,” Kojuro smiled, rather pleased that everything had gone according to plan. “Any trouble?” He looked over the five. None appeared to be wounded, though one in particular was splashed with a lot of blood. “We encountered one of the outlying guard posts, just as the information from that ronin’s report suggested.” He looked sideways to the blood-splattered man. “Sou Yasuke here really excelled himself. Took three with his sword and a fourth with his spear. A good man to have in a fight.”
“Hm, I don’t doubt it,” said Kojuro, eyeing the warrior introduced to him. “Sou Yasuke, eh? You can tell me all about it on the way back,” he invited Yasuke or Sanzaemon or both. There was nothing familiar about the man’s name or face. They had only been a small band of warriors and Kojuro mildly reproached himself for not finding out who they all were – he knew most by sight and about half by name - before they had reached this point and fought together. Now he had been introduced though, he wouldn’t forget. "Good work, all of you," he smiled at the small group.
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Yasuke Shisou
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 213
Age: 27
Physical Description: Sou Yasuke is about average in height and carries himself with a straight back and has his black hair tied up into a pony tail for practical purposes. Otherwise not bulky built you notice that he is indeed very muscular though his muscles are more of the shape of tree trunks and body wears the scars of both battle and hard work.
His eyes are brown and focused.
Clothes and Equipment: Sou Yasuke wears a traditional samurai rope and a hakama that fits a lower ranking officer of House Hizashi. He uses a standard katana and a wakizashi which he holds no special affection for.
Allegiances: Tawakoshi
Player's online availability : Sometimes at day but mostly evenings GMT +1
Registered: Sept 2, 2017 11:28:00 GMT -8
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Post by Yasuke Shisou on Sept 14, 2017 23:05:52 GMT -8
As they approached the center of the bandit camp Yasuke noticed that many of the bandits there had arrows in their back - and he knew what that meant.
"So much for honor then..." he mumbled and stifled a laugh. Business seemed to have been taken care of here none the less, but suddenly he saw a large shadow tumbling around in the camp and instantly fixed his eyes upon the creature. "O-oni..!" he stuttered and shakingly pointed towards the ogre, who was mashing bodies bodies together in various unholy forms. But Sanzaemon merely continued his walk, and as to not appearing like a coward, Yasuke did to in spite of his deep fear towards all large animals - and especially the dangerous mauling types like bears and... yeah ogres. At least this was interesting news, that House Hizashi employed those kind of mercenaries.
Yasuke forced himself to focus as he couldn't afford to be introduced to one of the leading figures in House Hizashi shaking like a dog's tail. This was a grand opportunity to him. The guy himself looked remarkably normal and down to earth for a noble kind, though his pretty brown/orange eyes, face and slick hair lacked the distinctly rough features he had noticed on himself the few times he had looked in a mirror.
Sanzaemon's praise almost had his cheeks blushing had he not resisted with a mean frown. Somehow praise sounded very differently coming from someone else's mouth than his own.
"I'm honored to meet you, I was just carrying out my duty in honor of my clan and family!" Yasuke announced and bowed. He was almost beginning to sound like a real samurai if he ought to say so himself. Tell him all about it on the way back? Yasuke started to sweat, he thought it would be brief. There was no way he could keep up that facade all the way back!
"Ahh yes... Whatever you say, Hizashi-sama." he said and thought this guy seemed all too carefree for his position. How could he even command respect from his underlings if not doing it with an iron fist?
"You... wanted to hear more about it?" he said and scratched his head. "I..." he said and took a deep breath. This better come out impressive he thought and straightened up his back. "I discussed the battle strategy with Sanzaemon-dono, but as a... ehrm..." he said and paused. "... As a lightning strike from the kami it dawned to me, as I sat on my steed, that the dragon heart my horse and I shared could not rest easily against these bandits and as a tornado we flew in front, the great kami's trees and the landscape he so gracefully have created for our victory today, shielded us! Together we flew like the moon over the skies to strike down evil from its roots! My katana was like a... a divine squirrel!" Yasuke said and quickly continued after his short pause. "...with rabies and feeling the honor of protecting House Hizashi! And my spear became like an ascending duck sent from the heavens to rescue Sanzaemon-dono in a most perilous situation!" Yasuke said having in no way held back on drama in his voice.
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Kojuro Hizashi
Dedicated
Lord of Kiyonai
Roleplay posts: 354
Age: 23
Physical Description: Kojuro stands at a little above average height, and a slender, athletic build. His dark brown hair falls to just beneath chin level, and he usually wears it tied back. His eyes are a bright brown colour, so light as to be close to orange. He is usually well but simply dressed, and carries himself with a relaxed air, taking most things in his stride. He has several recently acquired scars, including a sword cut to his left arm which has left him only partial use of that hand, and a another from a sword cut along his jawline on the right side.
Clothes and Equipment: He is normally dressed in conventional attire for his culture and social class. As a lord, his clothing is high quality, though not ostentatious. For everyday wear a simple kosode and hakama, silk courtly robes for official duties, and armour on the battlefield. He prefers greens and blues, though often may be wearing the maroon and gold of the Hizashi clan.
In battle he can be noticed from a distance by the dragonfly crest on his helmet. He also wears a surcoat in Hizashi maroon and gold and a set of lacquered armour bearing the Hizashi clan cherry blossom crest. In battle he is armed with a tachi (long sword) and a tanto (dagger), and also carries a fan to signal orders. He will also be found carrying his swords everywhere, as is usual for samurai.
Allegiances: Tawakoshi, The Hizashi Clan
Player's online availability : For play: Some evenings, GMT. I am not around every day for RP, because life. For chatting/PMs: Most days/eves GMT.
Registered: May 10, 2017 13:44:12 GMT -8
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Post by Kojuro Hizashi on Sept 15, 2017 13:05:57 GMT -8
It seemed Yasuke would have to look elsewhere for iron fists. The bodies of the dead bandits were tidied away, and after that priests from the temple came to purify the area. The Hizashi returned to Shimokawa, with most going straight back to their camp, while Kojuro dealt with outstanding business in town, taking with him the five who he had selected to stay at Shimokawa to train their newly selected guard corps. After a decent night’s sleep at the temple, the following day was taken up with meeting the new magistrate and talking once again to the abbot. The monk who had gone to watch over the injured ronin had no especial report to make about his subject. Meanwhile the camp was packed up and soon the odd group was on the move, some fifteen samurai and their attendants, a blood covered ogre who refused to wash, and a horse kami attended by various people who had taken to her as their goddess.
It was a good time as any for Kojuro to talk to Yasuke, and had him brought up to the front of the column to hear the tale of his accomplishments. It was all very epic, like a passage from a chronicle of heroes, until such time as Yasuke introduced his katana as a “divine squirrel”. Kojuro laughed, finding his retelling to be entertaining if a little incoherent, and amused himself still further by imagining Yasuke telling the story to Hosokawa-dono. If ever there were a pair of opposites it would be those two. If there was ever a samurai who would balk at the description of the noble katana – the very soul of a samurai no less - being compared to a rabid squirrel, it was he. Yasuke could conceivably lose his head talking in such a way to the wrong people. “It’s quite a story,” he replied, wiping a tear of mirth from his eye with a gauntleted hand. “Can you explain exactly how a duck sent from the heaven ascends? So that I can visualise it better?” Comedy routine aside, once he had stopped laughing, Kojuro gave Yasuke a sidelong look, trying to place his face. “You mentioned that you were carrying out your duty for the honour of your family, earlier,” he said, quite serious now although his tone was still light. “What family was that? Who is your father?”
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Yasuke Shisou
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 213
Age: 27
Physical Description: Sou Yasuke is about average in height and carries himself with a straight back and has his black hair tied up into a pony tail for practical purposes. Otherwise not bulky built you notice that he is indeed very muscular though his muscles are more of the shape of tree trunks and body wears the scars of both battle and hard work.
His eyes are brown and focused.
Clothes and Equipment: Sou Yasuke wears a traditional samurai rope and a hakama that fits a lower ranking officer of House Hizashi. He uses a standard katana and a wakizashi which he holds no special affection for.
Allegiances: Tawakoshi
Player's online availability : Sometimes at day but mostly evenings GMT +1
Registered: Sept 2, 2017 11:28:00 GMT -8
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Post by Yasuke Shisou on Sept 16, 2017 6:57:31 GMT -8
That... wasn't exactly the reaction Yasuke had foreseen. Was he laughing of his story? Damnit, his squirrel theme had appeared flawless in his mind and Yasuke thought it probably went wrong when he mentioned the damn kami. No one in their right mind believed that bullshit now a days.
"The duck..?" Yasuke asked perplexed, not quite sure how to make that part more obvious. "Well I suppose like this..?" he said and made a movement resembling him throwing his spear. "It was my spear, Hizashi-sama." he said with a straight face starting to think this guy was wielding a duller blade than most. Yasuke chose not to delve too deep into that topic as not to make him lose face and just smiled, trying to figure out what character he really possessed. He was clearly not the puffed up arrogant type and wasn't the guy to hide behind his soldiers as the blood on his armor testified.
"M-my family?!?" Yasuke said as his eyes dotted around trying to figure out how to wriggle his way out of this one. His real family was definitely not someone he would risk even a scratch to honor. His drunken bandit father was probably dead by now and his mother probably not better off. His sister left even before himself and he had no idea where in Tawakoshi she ended up. He hadn't seen any of them for years, but mentioning this would arise suspicion and trying to lie about specifics would likely put him in deeper trouble.
"I'm not much for telling you. I honor them but I would rather not have their names and deeds mistaken with my own." he said and thought it was probably close enough and hoped he wouldn't become offended.
After a short pause Yasuke would nod towards the giant ogre walking along the soldiers here. "What's with the monster and the... horse-thing?" he asked, trying to do so as muted as possible. "Can we trust them as allies?" he said and glanced at them again, not sure how good their animalistic hearing was.
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Kojuro Hizashi
Dedicated
Lord of Kiyonai
Roleplay posts: 354
Age: 23
Physical Description: Kojuro stands at a little above average height, and a slender, athletic build. His dark brown hair falls to just beneath chin level, and he usually wears it tied back. His eyes are a bright brown colour, so light as to be close to orange. He is usually well but simply dressed, and carries himself with a relaxed air, taking most things in his stride. He has several recently acquired scars, including a sword cut to his left arm which has left him only partial use of that hand, and a another from a sword cut along his jawline on the right side.
Clothes and Equipment: He is normally dressed in conventional attire for his culture and social class. As a lord, his clothing is high quality, though not ostentatious. For everyday wear a simple kosode and hakama, silk courtly robes for official duties, and armour on the battlefield. He prefers greens and blues, though often may be wearing the maroon and gold of the Hizashi clan.
In battle he can be noticed from a distance by the dragonfly crest on his helmet. He also wears a surcoat in Hizashi maroon and gold and a set of lacquered armour bearing the Hizashi clan cherry blossom crest. In battle he is armed with a tachi (long sword) and a tanto (dagger), and also carries a fan to signal orders. He will also be found carrying his swords everywhere, as is usual for samurai.
Allegiances: Tawakoshi, The Hizashi Clan
Player's online availability : For play: Some evenings, GMT. I am not around every day for RP, because life. For chatting/PMs: Most days/eves GMT.
Registered: May 10, 2017 13:44:12 GMT -8
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Post by Kojuro Hizashi on Sept 16, 2017 9:20:05 GMT -8
Judging by his reaction, it dawned on Kojuro that maybe the guy wasn’t trying to be funny. It was though he had heard about the idea of metaphors but had no concept of how to use them or what they were for. Well, not everyone had the benefit of a good education, and he couldn’t expect them to necessarily, however, now Yasuke was looking at him as if he was the one having trouble understanding. But then Yasuke smiled and maybe he was actually joking. What a strange person he was. “Hm, I see,” said Kojuro non-committally.
“Oh, he was a ronin,” Kojuro curtly stated at the end of Yasuke’s uncomfortable explanation as to his family circumstances. That explained a few things. Somewhere his name would be written down in a ledger accompanied by whatever Yasuke had told the administrators about his family circumstances. “So, you don’t want to say because you’re ashamed of your origins or ashamed you won’t live up to them?” he asked Yasuke, eyeing him coolly. “Regardless, I don’t think I asked your opinion on whether or not to answer my question…” he added, in a tone of voice that was still rather casual but lent weight by the look that he gave Yasuke, which seemed to imply strongly that a straight answer, whether true or false, was required.
After his next question, Kojuro was silent for a moment or two as he looked straight ahead and rode on. For those few seconds, he was deciding how best to deal with Yasuke’s question, even though it may have appeared that he hadn’t even heard it for all the notice he gave him in the meanwhile. “Considering that you served the Hizashi clan well at Shimokawa, I’ll give you the benefit of some advice. I realise you’re from an underprivileged background, but you would do well to learn some manners.” When he glanced back to Yasuke, his eyes seemed be lit with an inner fire, glowing beneath the rim of his helmet. He still smiled, which made the effect a little unnerving, as he continued, “those two are honoured guests of the Hizashi clan, our allies, and your superiors. Next time you talk of them, if you’re not prepared to give them your respect, you can offer your head instead.” As to whether they were trustworthy or not, as far as Kojuro was concerned they were, and completely, but since it was none of the ronin’s business, he didn’t dignify it with a response.
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Yasuke Shisou
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 213
Age: 27
Physical Description: Sou Yasuke is about average in height and carries himself with a straight back and has his black hair tied up into a pony tail for practical purposes. Otherwise not bulky built you notice that he is indeed very muscular though his muscles are more of the shape of tree trunks and body wears the scars of both battle and hard work.
His eyes are brown and focused.
Clothes and Equipment: Sou Yasuke wears a traditional samurai rope and a hakama that fits a lower ranking officer of House Hizashi. He uses a standard katana and a wakizashi which he holds no special affection for.
Allegiances: Tawakoshi
Player's online availability : Sometimes at day but mostly evenings GMT +1
Registered: Sept 2, 2017 11:28:00 GMT -8
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Post by Yasuke Shisou on Sept 16, 2017 11:19:13 GMT -8
Yasuke let him assume his father was a ronin and stared down hoping that would settle their talk of family but it did not seem as if it did.
"Ashamed?!?" Yasuke exclaimed a bit too loudly. "Well..." Yasuke said as he was trying to say as little as possible. Still this guy persisted and seemed all too interested in his family origins. Had this been on some sake bar in the outskirts a guy spoke to him like that, Yasuke would have laughed, slapped the guy on the back and offered to buy him a few drinks. Then when the poor sod was feeling the need to take a leak, Yasuke would smile and laugh and follow him outside. He wasn't cruel, so he would wait until he had finished his business, but would then give the arrogant piece of shirt a trashing so thorough the bastard wouldn't be able to string together sentences consisting of more than a couple of words the next month.
But unfortunately this guy was one of the top guys of House Hizashi and had an army to prove it. Swear words were swallowed and it was likely the other samurai's would have to hold him back next time he was sparring in the dojo - but at least he managed to calm himself right now. He had to admit that this guy did not only piss him off him because of his words but also because his character emitted power and the fact he wasn't afraid to use it to bend others to his will. However kindly he asked, what were you supposed to do in this position with an army at his disposal?
"My father was Yoshikuni Daisetsu. I since got rid of that name to make one for my self. The name was synonymous with bad business in the western districts and upon his death I left ten years ago." he said. The name was a lie, as was his old man's infamy level. Hopefully this guy wouldn't dig deeper into this business later on. Yasuke was too close to giving away the name of the samurai's father who originally 'donated' him his samurai attire. Yasuke then wiped his forehead thinking how bad that would have been.
Yasuke felt like the Hizashi guy was roasting him in the few seconds of silence that went between his question and before he was given an answer - though the answer was no less comfortable.
"Wo-woah..." Yasuke said surprised as he caught a glance of Hizashi's eyes. Even Yasuke's own fiery temperament became stifled by this glance. What was he telling Yasuke? Was he threatening to kill him if he didn't accept those two beasts as his superiors? Half a horse and an ogre who's club was likely more intelligent than himself? Yasuke had never felt this humiliated before and the fact he was getting away with this scared him. But what could he do right now?
"I-I'm sorry Hizashi-sama. I am unfamiliar with these... beings." he said his voice shaking slightly but trying to sound polite. "It's unsettling for me and..." he said and paused clenching his fists tightly to suppress his anger. "...and the fact that they are my superiors is... an equally new experience. I would have guessed them to be what you'd call 'mercenaries'." he said and took a deep breath. "Please, Hizashi-sama, if you care to elaborate on their origins and names, I would understand better." Yasuke said, unable to understand from where he had managed to draw such patience.
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Wuppo
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Physical Description: "The citizens of Tamatoshi Bay would lay eyes on Wuppo, a 10-foot tall ogre, dirty with grime and what was probably dried blood. The giant's black beard was messily braided and twisted into two strands that hung from his chin, and the hair atop his head tied into a somewhat familiar but not entirely correct topknot."
Registered: Jun 20, 2017 3:10:43 GMT -8
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Post by Wuppo on Sept 18, 2017 2:46:48 GMT -8
Wuppo made the trek back to the Hizashi mansion with Kojuro, Rena, and the rest of the Hizashi riders; occasionally making a detour for his own personal curiosity. The ogre did not easily stay on task, and had an attention span of a small child if left to his own devices, so these detours were typically short and didn't take him more than a few meters off the main road the clan was riding. More importantly, he thought to himself, Kojuro was seldom out of eyesight for more than a few minutes. Anyone else that saw their friend surrounded by highly trained guards in full armor and carrying weapons would feel safe that the person being guarded was relatively safe, but Wuppo only counted upon those guards to make noise if something was wrong. They were humans, and Wuppo was not leaving the safety of the only friend he'd ever made to other humans; if something was wrong, the riders would make noise, and the ogre himself would come and bash whatever was creating the disturbance until it was entirely incapable of making the disturbance anymore. The ogre;s little detours made an even stranger sight of him than he would have been just walking along amongst the riders. He would leave the column and wander into the forest, and then several minutes later return with a rock or an interesting stick, until he disappeared into the tree line once more to trade that rock or stick for... another rock or stick. But of course this rock or stick would be more interesting! Somehow. Wuppo was several long strides back from Kojuro holding a rock easily the size of a human head in one giant hand, his head on a swivel for more points of interest as a word he was familiar with cued him in on the conversation Kojuro and Yasuke Shisou were having: "Monster". It was a word that Wuppo might not have entirely understood, but was one he knew humans to use to describe him - particularly when they were angry or afraid, and in almost all cases trying to kill him. As Wuppo tried to decide what Sou was saying, he heard another word that he was less familiar with; "mercenaries". "Mer.. Mer-choon. Chun? Mer-chun." he said out loud, his mouth and tongue trying to form the word he'd just heard. "Mer-chun-berry. Merchunberry." he said to himself with a satisfied nod. He'd just learned a new word. The ogre quickened his pace for a few steps to catch up to Kojuro and Sou. "Wuppo not food!" he said to Sou with no thought as to how eavesdropping on the last few sentences of conversation might look. "Wuppo look nuffin' like merchunberry! Where you see food big as Wuppo?" It now appeared that Wuppo might have been more motivated by the prospect of learning the location of giant berries than correcting Sou's mistaking him for food. |
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Kojuro Hizashi
Dedicated
Lord of Kiyonai
Roleplay posts: 354
Age: 23
Physical Description: Kojuro stands at a little above average height, and a slender, athletic build. His dark brown hair falls to just beneath chin level, and he usually wears it tied back. His eyes are a bright brown colour, so light as to be close to orange. He is usually well but simply dressed, and carries himself with a relaxed air, taking most things in his stride. He has several recently acquired scars, including a sword cut to his left arm which has left him only partial use of that hand, and a another from a sword cut along his jawline on the right side.
Clothes and Equipment: He is normally dressed in conventional attire for his culture and social class. As a lord, his clothing is high quality, though not ostentatious. For everyday wear a simple kosode and hakama, silk courtly robes for official duties, and armour on the battlefield. He prefers greens and blues, though often may be wearing the maroon and gold of the Hizashi clan.
In battle he can be noticed from a distance by the dragonfly crest on his helmet. He also wears a surcoat in Hizashi maroon and gold and a set of lacquered armour bearing the Hizashi clan cherry blossom crest. In battle he is armed with a tachi (long sword) and a tanto (dagger), and also carries a fan to signal orders. He will also be found carrying his swords everywhere, as is usual for samurai.
Allegiances: Tawakoshi, The Hizashi Clan
Player's online availability : For play: Some evenings, GMT. I am not around every day for RP, because life. For chatting/PMs: Most days/eves GMT.
Registered: May 10, 2017 13:44:12 GMT -8
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Post by Kojuro Hizashi on Sept 18, 2017 12:12:05 GMT -8
"Yoshikuni Daisetsu?" he filed that name away for future reference. Yasuke's explanation of his name change made perfect sense, and he nodded. There were many reasons a man might decide to make a break from his family's past, and he felt no further need to pry into it. "Sometimes you need a fresh start, there's no harm in that," he replied.
"Of course you're unfamiliar with them," Kojuro said, the glint in his eyes fading away as Yasuke apologised. "There aren't many that are, but don't you think its better to treat what you don't understand with respect? There are many mysterious things in the world, and few become better understood by insulting them." Maybe he had got a little angry unnecessarily - it was probably just tiredness that made him a little snippy with Yasuke, the word "monsters" coming from him just seemed to touch a nerve. Since Yasuke wanted to find out more, Kojuro had no reason to refuse him. Better to ask questions than to carry on in blind ignorance. "No, they are not mercenaries, they are --" he began, before Wuppo returned to the party with ground-shakingly heavy footsteps and approached them both. "Hello, Wuppo," he greeted the big ogre cheerfully as he drew level with them. "What's the rock for?"
"Well if we did have berries as big as you no one would go hungry ever again," he laughed. "But it's not what Sou meant. Is it?" He wondered if Yasuke would dare explain to Wuppo's face that he thought he was a hired killer. "He is interested in you though. Wuppo is an ogre from the mountains here in Kiyonai, he is a personal friend of mine and an ally of Clan Hizashi. If he fights, he does so when he chooses to," Kojuro told Yasuke, trying to use words that Wuppo would also understand. "I'm sure he can tell you more about it himself, if you ask him nicely."
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Yasuke Shisou
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 213
Age: 27
Physical Description: Sou Yasuke is about average in height and carries himself with a straight back and has his black hair tied up into a pony tail for practical purposes. Otherwise not bulky built you notice that he is indeed very muscular though his muscles are more of the shape of tree trunks and body wears the scars of both battle and hard work.
His eyes are brown and focused.
Clothes and Equipment: Sou Yasuke wears a traditional samurai rope and a hakama that fits a lower ranking officer of House Hizashi. He uses a standard katana and a wakizashi which he holds no special affection for.
Allegiances: Tawakoshi
Player's online availability : Sometimes at day but mostly evenings GMT +1
Registered: Sept 2, 2017 11:28:00 GMT -8
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Post by Yasuke Shisou on Sept 19, 2017 0:09:07 GMT -8
Apparently this man was simple than Yasuke initially thought, and he sighed with relief that both his story about his family and his meager apology was met with acceptance. But Yasuke was still on guard as Hizashi continued to lecture him - only now in a more teacher-student way. He had only had one teacher through his life that Yasuke appreciated and who managed to actually put something into his head, but Kojuro's style was nothing like that.
"Better understood without insultning them..?" Yasuke asked tried to make sense of it. In Yasuke's mind he had only called them out for what they were, but he couldn't argue that perhaps sometimes you'd get the wrong impressions about other people. Though he had never been wrong about beasts before. On the other hand this guy was actually telling him to view them as something other than beasts - was he serious?
Just as Yasuke was perhaps getting vaguely interested in Kojuro's viewpoints, he heard a massive rumble behind him and strange loud, almost gurgling noises. Before Yasuke could turn around completely he was face to face with the giant ogre - the one that apparently outranked him.
"F-food..?" Yasuke stuttered nervously. "Naaah... I don't know any berries that big haha..!" he continued with a nervous laugh unable to completely make out what he was trying to ask him. The ogre seemed to call itself 'Wuppo' and was a carrying a human sized rock - apparently with the same ease that others a sack of rice. Yasuke was in no way comfortable with this but the Hizashi-guy seemed completely relaxed in his vicinity and greeted him like you would greet a good and trusted friend.
"I... I have no idea..?" Yasuke answered as Hizashi asked him what he meant. "Ohh... I think I said 'mercenaries' and then the... the Wuppo... heard as merchant-berries or something like that. Haha..." Yasuke said and whispered to Kojuro. "Is he eating merchants or berries?" he asked skeptically before Kojuro explained to him Wuppo's role in his army.
"He's... interested in me?" Yasuke asked surprised and glanced at the bulky ogre who's stride was far from elegant and his presence was sufficiently intimidating to make Yasuke lean slightly away from him though he tried not to. "So you're not just using him as a weapon because of his low intellect?" Yasuke asked and thought that would be the smartest thing to do given the ogre's fortitudes in strength and durability, but quickly discovered he had probably been rude again. "Ehhrm, sorry Hizashi-dono." Yasuke said and looked carefully at Wuppo. Ask him? Well perhaps that would work.
"Good Wuppo. You're a good Wuppo!" he started to ascertain the ogre's aggressiveness almost trying to pat him on the head like you would with a dog, but pulled his hand back in the last moment. Then Yasuke tried with simple words to form a question and spotted what seemed to be an empty bag he was carrying. "What is in Wuppo's bag?" he asked and awaited his response with some anxiousness.
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Wuppo
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Physical Description: "The citizens of Tamatoshi Bay would lay eyes on Wuppo, a 10-foot tall ogre, dirty with grime and what was probably dried blood. The giant's black beard was messily braided and twisted into two strands that hung from his chin, and the hair atop his head tied into a somewhat familiar but not entirely correct topknot."
Registered: Jun 20, 2017 3:10:43 GMT -8
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Post by Wuppo on Sept 19, 2017 18:55:25 GMT -8
“Wise Otta!” he bellowed a greeting in return to Kojuro. At his friend’s mention of the rock, the ogre looked down into his right hand. He’d almost forgotten he was carrying it.
“Dis Wuppo rock! Wuppo have rocks jus’ like dis one at him cave. You’z hit rock, an’ rock makes da little burny bits. Wuppo sweep da little burny bits toge’va with leaf, an’ Wuppo has da fire from rock! I’z make da tea wiff rock.”
As always, Wuppo’s answers were rarely straight forward, but if one were so inclined they could follow his wandering logic to something of an answer. One thing Yasuke might have gleaned from the rambling was that the ogre liked tea, of all things.
Wuppo himself was a strange hodgepodge of bits and pieces of human culture, and the strange ideas that he’d apparently cultivated for himself. For instance, the ogre - still covered in the brown of dried blood - cared for military rank and social status about as much as he cared for cleanliness, despite benefitting from it either knowingly or unknowingly. However, at the same time, went through all the trouble to wear his hair in a not-so-correct topknot like the humans, spoke as much of their language as his experience with them would allow, and enjoyed mimicking the daintiness of a simple cup of tea, which he’d in earnest only observed from afar to begin with. Yasuke’s assessment of the ogre’s intelligence may have been accurate, but to give the ogre no credit for as much worldliness as he was able to muster from his life spent largely alone would be to misjudge the giant entirely. That being said, Yasuke would be in fine company with his assumption, as most every single human the ogre had ever met had jumped to the same conclusion; save for one.
“Wise Otta say Wuppo fight when I’z wan’ta fight, so I’z tell ya. Wuppo fight when Otta fight! An’ if dem’s try ta hurt da Otta..” Wuppo took his free hand and wiped it across the thick crustiness of the remains of the bandits on his stomach. He stretched the upturned palm of his giant hand out to Yasuke with bits of dirt and dried blood on it.
“Dish. Dis dem what tries to hurt da Otta. Dis dem ‘ere. Otta good. Him come and him protects Wuppo cave, an’ him says ‘You’z live here, an’ you’z not bodder wiff dem what’s got da pointy bits’. Den I’z come back from a’cross da big wata to get him help wiff me bag. An’ Otta say he go to dem what got da pointy bits, and Wuppo say ‘I’z come too, an’ you’z put dem what’s got da pointy bits in bucket when Wuppo done!’. Now we’z go, an’ Wise Otta help Wuppo wiff him bag. Maybe we has da tea first, an’ da sleep.. But Otta hewp wiff me bag, you see.”
If Wuppo was offended by Yasuke’s strange demeanor (the leaning away and attempted patting), it didn’t show; and Wuppo was not one to hide his like or dislike of a person or object. Humans regularly acted strangely around him, so he likely did not know any other way for them to behave.
Yasuke’s ability to translate, unscramble, and then comprehend the ogre’s broken speech was another issue entirely.
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