Tawakoshi
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Roleplay posts: 95
Allegiances: Tawakoshi
Registered: Dec 20, 2017 12:22:53 GMT -8
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Post by Tawakoshi on Dec 29, 2017 12:42:17 GMT -8
"Magic is but an illusion to enslave the weak willed. Real magic is in the very spirit of nature and the heart. Read, learn and persist, and you shall see its splendor."
This is one of the core teachings that is carved into the large rocks that lie scattered around the Shrine of Reason and that the Monks of Reason follow and meditate upon. However the natural anti-magical field of The Shrine of Reason has prompted curious monks and scholars to research into anti-magic to harness its powers for the protection of Tawakoshi against large scale magical attacks and their physical effects. Every shogun and leader since it was discovered have generously invested in this method of defense seeing it's use against nations that rely more heavily on magical applications in warfare. The House of Reason is therefore arguably the most well protected building in all of Tawakoshi only challenged by perhaps the Reisui Prison in Kiyonai and the shogun's palace in Jeoncho. Also The House of Reason is well within the natural anti-magical barrier that potently blocks out all direct and indirect effects of magic with its vicinity. From within powerful anti magic is being created by monks with the help of holy shrines and stones. The exact method is a secret known only to the very few in the inner circle which includes The Warden of Reason. The effect is called the "Claw of Reason", as it stretches out to all major cities and places in Tawakoshi as well as it completely surrounds the borders of the land. The antimagic distributed - while harnessed from the powerful natural source - is not all encompassing. It will however completely block out magic use (and it's effects both direct and indirect) on a larger scale in the areas protected by "The Claw". Personal use of magic in a fair amount is however still possible without much restriction in these areas, though the shrine itself has such powerful presence of anti magic that all kinds of magic are nullified instantly. The following places are without question protected by the Claw of Reason, but others might be too depending on timelines:- The perimeter surrounding Tawakoshi in itself - Places in Kiyonai: Kiyonai City including House Hizashi, Reisui Prison, Kasen No Tochi Fort, Tamatoshi Bay - Places in Sarisu: Tamisho Port, Sarisu Town (under construction) - Places in Jeoncho: Imperial City Xuandao, Xianhai Temple, Hizashi ambassador mansion Jeoncho - Places in Tokhung: Matsunobe, Gangsu Fortress - Places in Quying: Currently none Many of these places have enhanced magic barrier-stones placed near critical places like checkpoints, palace throne rooms and the likes. Near these focal points one would hardly be able to use magic at all. A secretly trained order of cloaked monks have been trained to guard the House of Reason after the ninja-way. They are proficient with various bladed, and blunt weapons and will dispatch to the shrine itself if needed. The House of Reason protects free thinking, truth and reason above all else and since the new Warden of Reason has taken the lead, they consider themselves largely independent to the various shogun, empresses and daimyo of Tawakoshi that may have their own agendas. Their relationship is mainly one that dictates that if you donate money to the House of Reason in order to support their ideals, they will provide their skill of anti magic protection to the land in question. This is supposedly done to ensure that the House of Reason remains untainted and will not be involved in internal strife and conflict. |
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Ezia Chigusa
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Warden of Reason
Roleplay posts: 12 
Age: 24
Physical Description: With curly black hair and a reserved - sometimes ice cold - expression she is easily recognized. While good looking, her presence carries authority from even the most seasoned leader or warrior. She is about 165 cm tall.
Clothes and Equipment: She often carries a masterwork tachi and a tanto and is always dressed in the official armor and clothing that shows her position as Warden of Reason when she's at duty. The armor is non classic Tawakoshi samurai armor and the design dates way back before the current shogunate and the metal forged comes from the mountains close to the Shrine of Reason and has vast anti magic qualities.
Allegiances: Tawakoshi
Registered: Dec 29, 2017 12:52:58 GMT -8
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Post by Ezia Chigusa on Dec 29, 2017 14:02:35 GMT -8
The young lady strode confidently over the floor as she let her gaze quickly scan the black clad guards who had lined up on each side.
"This is no good! If you can't align properly on a line, then what's the point with all the training you have had?" she asked wearing a mask of annoyance. But in truth she wasn't annoyed as this was a habit of hers to keep the monks that had sworn to protect the House of Reason on their toes. As Warden of Reason she was at the very top of the order and no one else had the last word whenever she was around. She carried this burden even at her young age and seemed to atvt imes even thrive under it.
"Well you're off the hook this time guys! Go to your posts!" she said with a smirk as the monks chuckled. She enjoyed a respectful but relaxed interaction with the monks and the hierarchy was flexible enough that anyone could come speak to her if they so desired.
She continued into the main library where the holy books, scrolls and tablets were gathered. There were many ways of studying the anti magic that ran through the area around the Shrine of Reason, and even though so much knowledge was gathered here, her preferred way of studying was through meditation alone, though through math she found that the physical world was best understood. But her own preferences did not blind her to what she didn't know, and she prized the scholars that studied the old knowledge and text highly and would seek to learn from them every day. In fact she taught monks and scholars alike that they would never understand their own skill and craft properly if they did listen to the other ways of attaining understanding and learning. Everyone should learn from everyone was her stance on that.
"Have Quying still not come forward whether they want our services or not?" she asked one of the older monks responsible. "I know that war and strife is splitting Tawakoshi at the moment, but the idea of being independent is exactly to be able to not pick sides!" she said as anger quickly rushed through her before calming down again just as swiftly. "Well please keep me informed. I'm not about to ask them nicely. If they support us, they know we're here." she said and crossed her arms. In truth Quying were part of Tawakoshi, and she wished to offer them protection but could not do so without their consent and economical support.
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Shiori
Established
Roleplay posts: 34
Age: 19
Physical Description: By most standards, Shiori is nothing short of breathtaking. She's filled out in all the right areas and slender in all others, with sharp, almost foxlike features and cunning eyes. Her long, brown hair is usually done up in a multitude of complicated hairstyles as she works but is often lazily braided on her personal time.
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Clothes and Equipment: Shiori's clothing is usually very revealing, made to accentuate her features to maximum effect. Despite this, she somehow finds a way to hide a multitude of weapons within it. From hairpins with dangerously sharp tips, fans made of iron, venom-coated nails, and poison-imbued rouge, this woman has no shortage of ways to commit murder.
If all else fails and Shori finds she must engage in combat, she usually has a kaiken hidden away.
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Allegiances: Tawakoshi
Registered: Dec 8, 2017 14:16:29 GMT -8
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Post by Shiori on Mar 21, 2018 19:01:15 GMT -8
The following posts have been collaborated by their respective roleplayers
It had been quite a while since Shiori had last visited the House of Reason. Everything was as grand as she had remembered it. Not one rock was out of place. Typical. She made sure to show up dressed nicely, but distinctly in a startlingly red kimono. It was a staple for the assassin, used when she wanted to be identified by her associates.
Her hair had been tied up by several ornaments, two of which were hair sticks, hiding sharp pins within. In her hand, she held a fan held together with iron spokes. Thin strips of wood and some adhesive concealed its true nature.
As she strode to the doors, she exchanged stoic glances with the guards. Not one word passed between them, however, they allowed her through without question. When she entered, her eyes swept the room, taking in every detail, searching for something that might be awry.
The specter thief followed Shiori wordlessly, their encounter had been---Interesting. The burglar had a suspicion Shori was up to something when she wore that red.
What had she called it? A kimnamono? No that wasn’t it…
The man eyed the guards like a kicked dog and edged passed them… Not that they could see him, but he still hadn’t gotten over his ingrained repugnance to armed guards.
Onwards he followed.
There was an air following Shori, magic gently the air it seemed, at least to all who could see magic, to those that could only sense it, a distinct chill --- for those that could not even that? A shudder.
When Ezia received the bird, there was little reason to even look at the note attached to its leg to know that it was indeed Shiori who had written. She was old-fashioned in her ninja ways like that, but still, it was a trait she respected.
This day had been particularly hard on Ezia with many issues to solve and little time to do it. She had just left the library which was then placed in the innermost chamber of House of Reason and you would have to cross through the main hall, but Ezia’s tired yet determined stride came to a halt when she noticed who had stepped into the hall.
Ezia straightened up and placed her hand on her katana’s hilt as she narrowed eyes and gave the young woman an icy glare. Shiori no doubt brought even more problems to Ezia’s table and yet… well, she had been looking forward to it.
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Ezia Chigusa
Established
Warden of Reason
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 24
Physical Description: With curly black hair and a reserved - sometimes ice cold - expression she is easily recognized. While good looking, her presence carries authority from even the most seasoned leader or warrior. She is about 165 cm tall.
Clothes and Equipment: She often carries a masterwork tachi and a tanto and is always dressed in the official armor and clothing that shows her position as Warden of Reason when she's at duty. The armor is non classic Tawakoshi samurai armor and the design dates way back before the current shogunate and the metal forged comes from the mountains close to the Shrine of Reason and has vast anti magic qualities.
Allegiances: Tawakoshi
Registered: Dec 29, 2017 12:52:58 GMT -8
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Post by Ezia Chigusa on Mar 21, 2018 23:18:39 GMT -8
Shiori matched Ezia’s expression with her own, eyes narrowed to slits, lips drawn into a thin line. One could almost imagine them burning holes into one another, they were so fierce. To break the silence, Shiori spoke first.
“Red cardinal arrives
She sees the wolf is doing well
Eating her fair share.”
Ezia quickly glanced down and then up again as she frowned.
“Ohh it’s like that... I should have known you wouldn’t hesitate attacking from the go!” Ezia said as you’d see her cheek growing slightly purple with anger, while a smile was broadening.
“I must say however that it’s rare to see the bird arriving before disposing its droppings.” Ezia said and smirked pushing her left foot slightly forwards in a half stance knowing well what could happen next.
“Are all your people’s women as temperamental as you, Shiori, or does it come with the beauty?” Darius asked, feeling the ice in the air, but brushing it aside like loose snow fall.
Shiori did her best to keep composure when Darius spoke. She felt a retort tickle her tongue, but did not seek to satisfy the urge. She was locked in a much more intense battle here. Despite herself, however, she did let a corner of her mouth slide into a smirk.
Without warning, the younger assassin slid a foot forward and flourished her fan, attempting to make a strike for Ezia’s shoulder.
Ezia opened her perception to the incoming attack and stepped to the side while drawing her katana and deflected Shiori’s fan away. The sidestep transitioned into an attack in one flowing move with a downwards slash aimed to cut Shiori’s from shoulder to hip.
The young assassin raised the fan just in time to bat away the blade, at the same time attempting to move close into Ezia, in the radius where it became awkward to use a katana.
Ezia instinctively noticed the intention in Shiori’s move as she blocked her katana. They had trained enough to - most of the time - being able to anticipate the other one’s next move. Ezia stepped back and with her left hand she grabbed her cape and hurled it at Shiori which in best case would obstruct her vision as well as being a distraction for Ezia’s counter attack. If the distraction worked Ezia would step in with a frontal push kick, and try to send Shiori backwards and onto the floor.
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Post by Darius Rah'sheed (Forged) on Mar 24, 2018 18:35:11 GMT -8
One of Shiori’s hands shot out to catch the cape, trying to drag it out of her view. A little too late, the kick landed straight into her abdomen, sending her flying backwards. The assassin wasn’t finished just yet, however. She had dropped the fan in the attempt to rid herself of the cape and reached for her hair pins, which were thrown at Ezia’s face as soon as she landed on the floor.
‘Still carrying needles in her hair!’ was Ezia’s thought as Shiori reached for them. Ezia was about to charge towards her with her katana while she was prone on the floor, but with the needles thrown towards her face, she raised her right arm that were closest to block with her steel bracers. None had hit a critical place, but she felt a couple had hit her unarmored right hand and she promptly dropped her katana in her right hand and in a flowing move drew her wakizashi with her left. . Shiori might have used this opportunity to get up again, though regardless Ezia resumed her charge which would end up being an attempted stab towards Shiori’s abdomen.
Once Ezia was distracted by the needles, Shiori kicked off of the floor and dove toward her fan. As she slid, her hair twisted out of her high knot, falling along her shoulders. She twisted her body so she was facing Ezia, waiting for the woman to make the next move.
Ezia’s stab didn’t manage to hit the intended target as Shiori nimbly dodged the attack. Her armor was strong and reasonably light, but still took a bit out of agility, and turned again towards Shiori Ezia saw she had grabbed her fan and with a couple of long steps she closed the distance and aimed her next slash again Shiori’s throat. It was a quick attack with little wasted movement, but at the same time she held back just a bit so she could stop if Shiori would present an attack at the same time, that would endanger Ezia.
The assassin took what advantage she could of Ezia’s charge and moved in toward the Warden, thrusting out the fan out toward the woman’s temple, stopping only when it touched the hairs on her head.
Both women found themselves on the cusp of certain death, Shiori with a blade to her neck, and Ezia with the threat of a crushed skull. The younger fighter smiled. “Sharp as always, Ezia. I will best you yet, just you watch.”
Ezia’s intuition had been right. Half a step more would have had a potentially deadly outcome for both of them. “What do you take me for? Some paper pusher?” Ezia said and smirked slightly. “Your tricks gets you far but still you need a bit more.” she said and lowered her katana only as she sensed Shiori doing the same.
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Shiori
Established
Roleplay posts: 34
Age: 19
Physical Description: By most standards, Shiori is nothing short of breathtaking. She's filled out in all the right areas and slender in all others, with sharp, almost foxlike features and cunning eyes. Her long, brown hair is usually done up in a multitude of complicated hairstyles as she works but is often lazily braided on her personal time.
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Clothes and Equipment: Shiori's clothing is usually very revealing, made to accentuate her features to maximum effect. Despite this, she somehow finds a way to hide a multitude of weapons within it. From hairpins with dangerously sharp tips, fans made of iron, venom-coated nails, and poison-imbued rouge, this woman has no shortage of ways to commit murder.
If all else fails and Shori finds she must engage in combat, she usually has a kaiken hidden away.
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Allegiances: Tawakoshi
Registered: Dec 8, 2017 14:16:29 GMT -8
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Post by Shiori on Mar 24, 2018 18:36:47 GMT -8
As both women put their weapons away and Ezia pulled out the needles in her right hand, Shiori pressed that they should find a quieter room to discuss the reason for her visit. “It might be better for your health to sit while you hear this news,” she added.
House of Reason naturally did have a room to accommodate such a meeting and she nodded at Shiori and started walking towards their private meeting room. “What do you mean bad for my health? What could be worse for my health than seeing my Onmitsu-sister again?” she said with a hint of a wry smile.
The two would enter through the library that normally was forbidden for anyone but herself and the monks that studied anti-magic at the House of Reason. However Ezia did not care, to her everything here was open to Shiori, and crossing through the main hall of the library and the tall bookcases that towered two stories high, they soon arrived at a finely furnished room hidden behind a pair of discrete shoji doors furnished in traditional Tawakoshian way with a low table, ming vases, large zen paintings on the walls and tatami mats to cover the wooden floor. “I think my health is ready,” Ezia said almost sarcastically as she took a seat. This room was the Room of Reason, and countless Daimyo’s, Shogun’s and Wardens had held conversation with this historical room.
With a brief laugh, Shiori sat across from the Warden, looking her in the eyes with a sober silence. Eventually, she reached into her kimono and brought out a leather case, which she placed onto the table.
“What do you know of a tower where you can trade your soul for immortality?” she asked. “Of items haunted by the souls of those who made that same trade?”
Darius frowned but kept quiet… Had Shiori forgot about him standing here? He could have told her a fair bit about the tower had she asked…
Ezia looked at the leather case and then back at Shiori with a serious demeanor. “Don’t tell me you intend to bind yourself to one of those things? At least choose something a bit classier.” Ezia replied and puffed er bit of air out her nostrils and crossed her arms.
Darius scoffed at the Wardens comment. “ Don’t judge a book by its cover warden…” He mumbled as he walked around the room, eyeing the paintings. Not that the woman would be able to hear him.
“Hah. No, this is not about me, but you may want to apologize to the one who is currently bound to the item.” She reached her hand out to open the leather case, revealing a quality pick set. “I believe that if you touch it, you will be able to see him.”
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Ezia Chigusa
Established
Warden of Reason
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 24
Physical Description: With curly black hair and a reserved - sometimes ice cold - expression she is easily recognized. While good looking, her presence carries authority from even the most seasoned leader or warrior. She is about 165 cm tall.
Clothes and Equipment: She often carries a masterwork tachi and a tanto and is always dressed in the official armor and clothing that shows her position as Warden of Reason when she's at duty. The armor is non classic Tawakoshi samurai armor and the design dates way back before the current shogunate and the metal forged comes from the mountains close to the Shrine of Reason and has vast anti magic qualities.
Allegiances: Tawakoshi
Registered: Dec 29, 2017 12:52:58 GMT -8
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Post by Ezia Chigusa on Mar 25, 2018 2:37:14 GMT -8
“Him?” Ezia mused and glanced around. No one were able to enter the House of Reason cloaked in invisibility due to the heavy anti magic field that naturally covered this place. “If he really was ‘forged’, I suppose it would be possible. Only then though.” Ezia said to herself. Ezia lowered her hand down on the pick set carefully and looked around to see if anything happened.
There was no cloud of smoke, not thunderous arrival. Darius was simply there, as if he had walked in the room while the warden had blinked.
You rarely saw Ezia surprised, but it this time she did make the unmistakable face of astonishment keeping her hand on the pick set so the guy that appeared wouldn’t just fade before she had gotten some answers.
“Unless he was forged,” he said in a mocking tone---- Right about the time the Warden touched the pick set. “At least ‘someone’ knows about them so far only two people who’ve found me knew anything,” he said, frowning at one of the zen paintings .
The man was clearly foreign, if only judging by his height. His attire a dark grey cloak, dark stained leather vest were of some quality yet didn’t speak of a professional make. His pants, also shadow grey, tucked into dark brown , well made boots that seemed to have little to no sole, and wrapped around his calf rather than have lace. He wore no weapon.. Save for maybe the knife on his belt.
The thief turned … and glanced at the wardens hand on the ---his--- pick set.
“Oh..” He paused with an awkward smile, his icy blue eyes darting to Shiori, as if asking what to do.
Shiori closed her eyes and let a thin sigh escape her lips. “He is… rough around the edges, as they say. A thief from beyond the borders of Tawakoshi.”
“You don’t say…” Ezia commented as she studied his attire again, wondering exactly where he had come from when he had still been… well ‘alive’ was a good word to use here because of his spectre like appearance though it may not have been entirely correct.
Rough around the edges?! Darius looked at Shiori as if she had said a Korgan was a fine bed mate. Shaking his head, he turned back to the warden. “Hello, I am Darius Rah’sheed. ‘Gentleman Thief’ of Enag’asa.” The kingdom's name would likely not ring a bell as it was not found on any book, save perhaps one found in the tower. “Pleased to meet you,” he said with a very practiced bow.
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Post by Darius Rah'sheed (Forged) on May 4, 2018 14:46:10 GMT -8
Ezia narrowed her eyes and stood up resolutely and drew her katana with the blade pointing downwards and placed the tip just a fingernail above the pick set.
“Shiori..!” Ezia said and turned her sharp gaze towards the assassin. “Bringing a thief into the very core of the House of Reason! What were you thinking?!?” Ezia asked sharply.
“Have you been poking around in the books while you were invisible?” Ezia asked Darius as she tightened her grip around the hilt of her katana. She seemed to recall the fact that a forged would be hurt if you damaged the thing they were bound to and thus she had chosen to target the pick set instead of Darius directly.
Darius froze watching the sword hang over the picks. People had tried to damage them before, to no avail, mages had tried to melt them… but this learned scholar seemed so sure of their self it gave his ruse pause…
“ Aside for your cat fight Shori has seen me the whole time and can tell you otherwise.” He said pointedly, what was it with these people and trying to kill one another?!
He glanced at Shori pleading for help.
After returning the glance, the young assassin gave Ezia a hard stare. “You can put the sword away. He can’t even touch the books and he’s been… behaving.”
Ezia kept her gaze on Shiori for a few seconds.
“Even his sight may dangerous if he glanced in any open books.” Ezia said firmly, though she knew deep down that Shiori wouldn’t bring anyone here who she hadn’t considered to be ‘safe’. But still it was Ezia’s job to know the risks however small they were.
“I see… And I trust you’ll continue to behave Darius-dono?” Ezia asked with a frown. “Maybe my katana will be able to kill you or maybe it won’t, but rest assured that we have other means at our disposal than that.” she said and sheathed her katana.
“You at least owe me an explanation. Who are you? And why... “ she said and paused. “Why on earth did you willingly let yourself forge?” Ezia asked and crossed her arms.
The Thief eyed the woman, then looked down, as if pondering something.
“You know what.” He said splaying his hands wide in front of him. “ No. I don’t owe you a damned thing, but you owe me an apology for threatening me without due cause.” He pointed a finger at the warden. “I do not fear death, in fact I long for a way to end this endless nightmare. So if you have a way out for me, I’m all for it. Accusing me of something I didn’t do, have no reason to do, or even capable of doing grates my nerves. If I really wanted to read anything in this whole bloody building all I’d have to do is sit here ‘til you’re both long dead. It’d seem like a week for me if I really sat down and put my mind to it.” He said gesturing excitedly,
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Shiori
Established
Roleplay posts: 34
Age: 19
Physical Description: By most standards, Shiori is nothing short of breathtaking. She's filled out in all the right areas and slender in all others, with sharp, almost foxlike features and cunning eyes. Her long, brown hair is usually done up in a multitude of complicated hairstyles as she works but is often lazily braided on her personal time.
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Clothes and Equipment: Shiori's clothing is usually very revealing, made to accentuate her features to maximum effect. Despite this, she somehow finds a way to hide a multitude of weapons within it. From hairpins with dangerously sharp tips, fans made of iron, venom-coated nails, and poison-imbued rouge, this woman has no shortage of ways to commit murder.
If all else fails and Shori finds she must engage in combat, she usually has a kaiken hidden away.
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Allegiances: Tawakoshi
Registered: Dec 8, 2017 14:16:29 GMT -8
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Post by Shiori on May 4, 2018 19:52:30 GMT -8
“ So no, no answers on why, or how, or when. Not until you say your sorry and I believe it.” He said in a calmer tone-- “ AND YOU!” he pointed to Shori. “ Said we were going on a stroll. Seems you had plans otherwise though. I do not find that amusing.”
“I could try… anti magic might certainly be able to remove this enchantment in some way.” Ezia said annoyed and narrowed her eyes. It was no polite suggestion, she was still considering how to dispose of him if did anything to compromise the secrets at House of Reason. She had figured by now that mere steel and the likes wouldn’t do that trick.
A sharp glare was pointed in Darius’ direction as he spoke. He was not in a position to speak in such a way, but she quickly realized he might not have known it. This man, this forged, as they were called, probably had no real contact with people of power. If he did, it was only to empty their pockets. He had not learned proper manners. This was teachable, and for now, excusable, Shiori thought.
“Rah’Sheed-Dono, I forgive you, as you do not truly understand the vulnerability of our situation,” she started, sliding around on the floor until she was facing him, hands on her lap. “You are a stranger in a strange land. With everything you have witnessed, women like Ezia and myself must appear commonplace. This would be a misconception.”
“ And that somehow excuses you both from human decency?” Countered swiftly, moving over to the table with a passive grace often seen displayed by gymnast. The burglar sat cross legged exhaling deeply through his nose , a pose probably not unfamiliar to either of the women.
“ Where I’m from, regardless if someone is wanted in a place or not, if they are invited they are treated as a guest. Only brutes and killers did otherwise.” He said motioning with his hands again, as if to sort his points into nice easily understood sections. “ I apologize for my quick words, but words weigh far less than steel.”
Ezia observed Darius silently for a few seconds. “I see that you are indeed a long way from home.” she concluded. “I don’t think there are any need to excuse anyone for being different here.” she said and turned to look at Shiori too. “But you are in my house, and that means playing by my rules. The words of Shiori weighs far more than even steel to me, and that is why I am still talking to you.” Ezia said wanting to make it clear, that trust was not something she gave away lightly.
“However… I see no reason that we should argue about this any further. I believe you had a reason for bringing him here, Shiori?” Ezia asked and wanted to start hearing Shiori out about it, until Darius had calmed down enough to tell his side of the story.
“Indeed. I did not wish to discuss this without him, as I came here to decide his fate while he is in our hands. Ezia. You know the nature of my work. Having him around might be dangerous.”
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Ezia Chigusa
Established
Warden of Reason
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 24
Physical Description: With curly black hair and a reserved - sometimes ice cold - expression she is easily recognized. While good looking, her presence carries authority from even the most seasoned leader or warrior. She is about 165 cm tall.
Clothes and Equipment: She often carries a masterwork tachi and a tanto and is always dressed in the official armor and clothing that shows her position as Warden of Reason when she's at duty. The armor is non classic Tawakoshi samurai armor and the design dates way back before the current shogunate and the metal forged comes from the mountains close to the Shrine of Reason and has vast anti magic qualities.
Allegiances: Tawakoshi
Registered: Dec 29, 2017 12:52:58 GMT -8
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Post by Ezia Chigusa on May 4, 2018 22:33:52 GMT -8
She stared hard at the specter, eyes narrowed to slits. “Or helpful. Should we assume the former, Rah’Sheed-dono, you will be locked away somewhere secret. Otherwise, we need to find another solution. I do not know yet if I can trust you.”
Of course Shiori seemed to be on the same page as Ezia regarding Darius here and Ezia simply assisted Shiori in giving Darius a hard glare.
“I need you to give me something I can use, if I’m to assist in any way.” Ezia said to Darius, expecting that the forged would soon tire of what Ezia believed to be childish behavior. (done)
Again with the threats. He did not take kindly to threats, you could see it on his face plain as day, but he bit his tongue. Sure he could out wait anyone it seems , but he did not wish to spend then next two hundred years waiting for someone else to find where they’d hidden him… tossing his hands up a bit.
“ I was dying, and offered a way to escape death. Someone saw worth in my skills, enough so that “ That knowledge cannot be lost, despite its use, it is still valuable; and can be used for good.”
Darius began, before explaining that he had known of the Tower of Eons, and how it contained various treasures and relics he had been sent into the tower for an item, a book. Now what exactly the book was he couldn’t say, as he was no mage.
He explained some of the unholy nightmares which he’d faced in the tower, from deathly traps, impossible situations, horrifying monsters---
“ Sorry I’m rambling a bit. Anyhow , I was on death's doorstep from my last encounter when I arrived at where the book was being held… There was a man there, Named Solis. I had heard of him before, he was apparently one of the earliest people within the tower, before it had become a death trap. I honestly don’t recall much happened during the forging as it were… but after I got to speak with some others who were forged. I ended up being found by another adventure, Kale Everston, and taken out of the Tower.”
“As for who I am? I’ve already said whom I was, My profession was and am a gentleman thief. Which I suppose got me into this mess in the first place.” He concluded.
“So there’s that.” He said, drumming his fingers on the table softly.
Shiori had to fight not to roll her eyes. Where did he even come up with that title? Did he make it himself?
His story was incredible, so much so that she struggled to believe it all. She was not as familiar with magic as Ezia was. She did not study it or attempt to recreate it. No, the woman favored much more practical, physical techniques to get things done.
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Post by Darius Rah'sheed (Forged) on May 6, 2018 17:14:20 GMT -8
She gave Ezia a hard, miserable gaze. It was an expression that didn’t come across the assassin’s face very often. There was something about defeat written there, perhaps hopelessness.
“You hear these words only because you are as a sister to me,” she told the warden. “I am at a loss. I don’t know what to do and I need help making this decision. Do you believe he is a threat to my work?”
Ezia had her her arms crossed and seemed to be thinking hard about what to do with this guy. “The story is indeed incredible but not unbelievable. Even in Tawakoshi there are magic that appears baffling and hard to comprehend.” she said to Shiori, who had an expression of almost hopelessness chiseled in her face. Maybe this was why Ezia felt as if she couldn’t just let it go.
“However I don’t think this… Darius… is a threat right now. If indeed he is forged and bound to this pick set as he claim, it’s hard to imagine his motivation is to harm the one who currently has it in her possession. However I would always be cautious.” Ezia advised Shiori.
Ezia knew Shiori didn’t keep much company, and that the prospect of having someone around at all times was a confusing one. The assassin looked at Darius.
“And you. Your words have… some weight here. What is it that you want?”
Darius sighed, “ A purpose is always nice, but honestly it doesn’t matter one way or the other to me. Cast me aside if you wish.” He said picking up on the of the picks sitting on the table and twirling it in his fingers. “ Though I don’t see how I could hinder Shori’s business by any means. I’m not exactly in the way.”
“I see. You have succumbed to hopelessness and a feeling that nothing really matters anymore haven’t you, Darius?” she said and looked at the thief, another hard glare given. “But is he worth it, Shiori-san?” she asked Shiori. “I mean look at the defeated boy, can he even carry himself?” she asked and looked back at Darius and sighed, easing up a bit.
“Recently we have started conducting experiments where we focus antimagic in a way that removes the enchantment on a certain item. It will lose it’s magic properties.” she said hoping this would make Darius take notice. “However our trials have shown that the item in question is… not preserved well. And until now we have only tried it with simple magical items like a fire enchanted sword or a ring granting the wielder better physical properties.” Ezia explained in a matter-of-fact voice.
“In other words, if we were to do something like undoing the the forge - which is a complex enchantment - we need to learn more about how the forge was done.” Ezia and looked at Shiori. “That’s some task.” she said and smirked.
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Shiori
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Roleplay posts: 34
Age: 19
Physical Description: By most standards, Shiori is nothing short of breathtaking. She's filled out in all the right areas and slender in all others, with sharp, almost foxlike features and cunning eyes. Her long, brown hair is usually done up in a multitude of complicated hairstyles as she works but is often lazily braided on her personal time.
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Clothes and Equipment: Shiori's clothing is usually very revealing, made to accentuate her features to maximum effect. Despite this, she somehow finds a way to hide a multitude of weapons within it. From hairpins with dangerously sharp tips, fans made of iron, venom-coated nails, and poison-imbued rouge, this woman has no shortage of ways to commit murder.
If all else fails and Shori finds she must engage in combat, she usually has a kaiken hidden away.
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Allegiances: Tawakoshi
Registered: Dec 8, 2017 14:16:29 GMT -8
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Post by Shiori on May 6, 2018 21:29:03 GMT -8
Shiori looked at the both of them. Trying to undo it might be dangerous, but if Darius really didn’t care anymore, did it matter? She could give him up now. He wouldn’t be her problem anymore. Nothing was stopping her.
Nothing at all.
With Darius at the edge of her vision and Ezia in front of her, she was feeling the pressure, even if no one seemed to be hoping for her to make it one way or another. She sighed.
“I will take him until I decide otherwise, then,” she declared.
Ezia lifted her brows slightly showing the surprise on her face.
“I’ve never seen you put such a task upon yourself even if bound to being dutiful to your employers, Shiori,” Ezia said and turned to Darius.
“She’s doing you a huge favor.” Ezia remarked, and between the lines, one might glean ‘don’t let her down’ as she awaited what kind of answer Darius would give.
Darius was about to speak when Shori spoke up, “ Seems my choice was made for me.” He said, unsure of exactly what had just transpired.
“Do not give him such hope, Ezia. I am vile and unpleasant and you two would be wise to remember that,” said Shiori, rising from her seat with the pick set in hand. “I will be taking my leave. Farewell. I will be sure to drop by again soon.”
Ezia Smirked and got up along with Shiori. “Then take care Shiori,” Ezia said and turned to Darius. “And you too, Darius. Despite the fact my words may have seemed harsh, I wish you the best of fortune.” She said and bowed for the both of them.
After returning the bow, Shiori departed, a contemplative expression crossing her face. She didn’t get the answers she wanted, but then again, she really wasn’t sure what she wanted to hear in the first place.
Hopefully, time would tell.
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Post by Darius Rah'sheed (Forged) on Oct 21, 2018 17:50:32 GMT -8
Darius followed Shiori, and slowly faded from Ezia's sight as he left.
He simply walked behind the woman, for a few reasons, but mainly because he had no idea of where he was going.
That was true in more than one sense he supposed...
"So, what are we doing now?" He asked after long, walking next to the woman after deciding walking behind her was far too distracting.
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Shiori
Established
Roleplay posts: 34
Age: 19
Physical Description: By most standards, Shiori is nothing short of breathtaking. She's filled out in all the right areas and slender in all others, with sharp, almost foxlike features and cunning eyes. Her long, brown hair is usually done up in a multitude of complicated hairstyles as she works but is often lazily braided on her personal time.
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Clothes and Equipment: Shiori's clothing is usually very revealing, made to accentuate her features to maximum effect. Despite this, she somehow finds a way to hide a multitude of weapons within it. From hairpins with dangerously sharp tips, fans made of iron, venom-coated nails, and poison-imbued rouge, this woman has no shortage of ways to commit murder.
If all else fails and Shori finds she must engage in combat, she usually has a kaiken hidden away.
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Allegiances: Tawakoshi
Registered: Dec 8, 2017 14:16:29 GMT -8
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Post by Shiori on Oct 21, 2018 18:19:22 GMT -8
Shiori ran her fingers through her hair as they walked, pulling out all the tangles from her fight with Ezia. "To run errands. I have not eaten since our meeting. Do you forget the needs of the living, ghost?"
She kept her voice low and only spoke when her face was out of sight from the guards. It would be bad if these people suspected her of magic or developing psychosis. Even if she could escape, it would be such a hassle, and she would be punished.
The woman let out a sigh. These moments between jobs were supposed to be relaxing!
[exit]
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