Wuppo's Bag
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Roleplay posts: 7
Physical Description: A large, yet still unassuming brown leather bag belonging to the ogre, Wuppo. It appears to be quite dirty and distressed.
Registered: Feb 21, 2018 6:52:23 GMT -8
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Post by Wuppo's Bag on Feb 21, 2018 7:22:49 GMT -8
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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 Mar 4, 2018 9:37:25 GMT -8
Kojuro was right behind Yasuke Shisou as they entered the mysterious magical bag, the red cords held in place to the back of their armour. “See you later, Wuppo!” he said casually, trusting the ogre to guard the bag, and the small group of assembled samurai, servants and priest to make sure Wuppo was kept in tea and food while he waited for them to return. There was no way of telling how long they would be in there or what awaited them. At first as they entered the recesses of the satchel, there was nothing but darkness, a leathery smell, and a very slight breeze. Then suddenly, whatever was underfoot gave way and they were falling through complete darkness, a tunnel with no sides that either of them could touch. Nothing about it seemed like the inside of a bag any more – if it ever had. The two samurai hit the ground near simultaneously, and rather suddenly, landing on a combination of dry leaves and spiky seed pods. Kojuro stood up, pushing up his helmet by the visor as it had fallen down over his eyes a little, and adjusting his swords. He pulled one of the spiky seed pods out from the fabric of his hakama, that had somehow stuck to him underneath the armour flaps. “Yasuke, you alright?” he asked as he started to look around. This was no ordinary bag interior for there were trees growing here and a rolling mist that seemed to obscure everything beyond a few feet giving the place an eerie atmosphere. The barking of dogs could be heard from some way in the distance. “Hmm,” he said, a smile broadening on his face as he tried to keep a lid on his excitement that they had ended up in what appeared to be a completely different world.
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Yasuke Shisou
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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 Mar 4, 2018 15:09:31 GMT -8
As Yasuke soared down the black shaft he forced himself to clench his teeth tightly in order to not let out anything even resembling a scream to Kojuro or any samurai above who may hear it. 'This has a good explanation, this has a good explanation, this has...' "Fucking crazy magic..!!!" Yasuke shouted as they continued their free fall, his outburst effectively ending his affirmations. But suddenly Yasuke felt his body hit the ground abruptly and - for the first time ever - praised his dad for giving him a sturdy body. He didn't hesitate getting up though his body was slightly sore form the landing.
"Yeah I'm totally fine..." Yasuke said and looked around as he brushed leaves and those spiky seed pods off his armor and clothes. Mist... and forest floor. Not exactly what he had imagined before stepping into the bag. Not that he had believed it would be magic but IF he had, he had likely expected something like vibrant colors and odd five limbed unicorns. This was almost too mundane and... dared he say... somewhat boring. But the barking of dogs seemed to disrupt his line of thoughts and he turned to look at Kojuro.
"So did Wuppo not like dogs?" Yasuke said and frowned. "Should we take a look? Maybe one of them mistaked my katana with a branch and stole it away?" Yasuke said and wondered where all those bandits Wuppo had supposedly thrown into the bag had gone.
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Wuppo's Bag
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Physical Description: A large, yet still unassuming brown leather bag belonging to the ogre, Wuppo. It appears to be quite dirty and distressed.
Registered: Feb 21, 2018 6:52:23 GMT -8
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Post by Wuppo's Bag on Mar 4, 2018 17:14:23 GMT -8
As the pair landed, they would indeed find themselves on the covered floor of a misty overgrown forest. The most immediate and audible noise they would hear would of course be the barking of dogs in the distance, but if they stopped and listened, the samurai would be able to hear a faint, hollow chittering sound; like someone tapping erratically with bamboo sticks on a hollow log. It might seem unlikely though that the adventurers would notice the strange new noise, as they had much more pressing concerns. The thing they would undoubtedly care about most at that moment was the red rope they'd tied themselves with before entering the bag. They would find it to be cut, the end still attached to them cleanly sliced perpendicular to the rope's length. Through one mechanism or another, their only safety line had immediately failed. "Wuppo?" a voice came from directly behind the two men. If they turned they would find a man staring at them through the fog. The man appeared to be as old as a human could reasonably expect to be before sidling off the mortal coil, and looked to have many old injuries. The most notable of these injuries would be to the left side of his face (eye, cheek, and a partially missing lip), and a lame arm bent at the elbow and tied close to his body on the same side. "The devil does have a name then." The old man looked at the two newcomers sternly, then turned his back and began shuffling off towards a faint yellow glow behind him.
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Auri
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Roleplay posts: 7
Age: ??
Physical Description: Auri is small, very small. With only standing about 5 feet tall, most people are about a head taller then she is. She has thin, light silver/blonde hair that moves with the slightest bit of wind and always seems messy.
Her face is small and round with big bright blue/green eyes. Her dress is white, or at least seemed to be at some point. It contains multiple small holes and places where the fabric is so worn it is almost seethrough.
Registered: Mar 9, 2018 4:48:38 GMT -8
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Post by Auri on Mar 11, 2018 2:41:33 GMT -8
The old man wasn't the only one who had noticed their arrival. Deep in the mist a girl kneeled behind a tree, peeking out from behind it. Her eyes were used to the mist after all this time so she could see the pair without trouble.
Her eyes peeked with curiosity by the look of them and the glittering of their armor and helmets. But the old man who was with them was not her friend and within a few minutes she was gone again. The only thing they might have noticed was the russling her feet made in the crusty leaves as she ran away.
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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 Mar 22, 2018 13:29:16 GMT -8
Kojuro stood slowly looking around as Yasuke got up, listening to the odd sounds of percussion that seemed to underscore the dogs’ barking. “Wuppo doesn’t like anything that makes a loud noise. Probably if a dog barked too much he might have put it in here… “ He turned towards Yasuke and noticed that the cord on his back was severed, and not only that, cut clean through, as he held the end and examined it. He looked up but there was no trailing red cord coming from behind him either. “Well, at least we won’t have to worry about being tied down,” he said optimistically. There was nothing in the sky above to suggest they had just fallen though. “I guess either we’ll find a way to get out of here, or we’ll have to make friends with some bandits and settle in,” he quipped, not yet overly concerned. He had no idea what to make of the ropes being cut, the whole scenario was quite beyond his experience so he was firmly prepared that anything might happen. But before they even tried to find a way out, they would have to look for Yasuke’s katana and Rena’s ocarina, and depending on how far these woods stretched on, it might not be an easy task.
Following the sounds of the dogs barking might not have been a bad first move, until the strange old man turned up. He presented a quite startling image, appearing out of the fog like that, but nevertheless, he seemed to be an ordinary man, albeit one that life had not been kind to. “Wait!” said Kojuro as the old man started to disappear into the mist. “Grandfather, what is this place? Is there a settlement near here?” he asked as he followed after him. It wasn’t too difficult to catch up to the old man as he was slowly shuffling.
For a moment he got the undeniable sensation that he was being watched, and frowned in perplexity, turning but seeing nothing except a rustling in the underbrush. Very strange. To Yasuke he said quietly “Be careful to be polite to everyone, they could be kami or yokai, its wise not to aggravate them.” He knew Yasuke would probably scoff as he always did at the mention of magic, but it was best to err on the side of caution when it came to the supernatural.
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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 Mar 22, 2018 23:23:11 GMT -8
"Hmm that makes sense..." Yasuke answered to Kojuro's explanation to why a dog may be inside the bag. The tapping of what sounded like a hollow log was a little stranger to Yasuke, but little did he get to muse over it when Kojuro pointed out the fact, that their straps had been mysteriously cut. "What... that can't be!" Yasuke said, now slightly panicking. "It's that Hoshino guy I'm sure..!" Yasuke exclaimed and waved his fist at the sky. "Damn you Hoshino! When I get back I'll..!" he said, but was interrupted in his rant by an old man approaching from behind them.
"Oi..! What do you want old geezer?!?" Yasuke asked, still properly fired up from the fact that their rope had been cut - probably by that traitor Hoshino whom Yasuke had lend his armor from and used his gloves to tickle Wuppo under his arms. Seeing the old guy's ravaged body Yasuke calmed down a bit again. He was hardly worth taking his anger out on and seemingly not a threat to them.
"Let him go, Kojuro-dono. He's just an old guy who lost his mind... and his lip. He doesn't look like one who knows the way out." Yasuke said and put his hand on Kojuro's shoulder. Yasuke however hadn't felt watched and heard no rustling of leaves - only the continuing blabbering of Kojuro and his magical beasts and watch this and watch that. 'Blah blah blah' it resonated in Yasuke's mind.
"Uh huh." Yasuke said unimpressed and continued to looked around. "Maybe the yellow light is significant?" he pointed out, though he wasn't quite sure if he wanted to go there.
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Wuppo's Bag
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Physical Description: A large, yet still unassuming brown leather bag belonging to the ogre, Wuppo. It appears to be quite dirty and distressed.
Registered: Feb 21, 2018 6:52:23 GMT -8
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Post by Wuppo's Bag on Mar 27, 2018 12:06:22 GMT -8
The old man stopped as Kojuro called out to him, making it only a few slow paces before turning back to the newest pair of strangers. The man appeared as if he would speak before Yasuke interrupted him by pointing at the faint yellow glow he was walking towards.
"'That significant yellow light' is a campfire - or at least what passes for one here." the old man quipped curtly at Yasuke's rudeness. He turned his attention back to Kojuro; "Hard to imagine how the imbecile with the bag bested that mental giant behind you."
The man squinted at Kojuro with what presumably was his one good eye, and shuffled forward towards the Hizashi leader a step to get a better look. It might have even been his first real look at the two. After a moment, he began speaking again. "I've seen all types of people come through here; thieves, thugs, soldiers, men, women, and pieces of all of the same - but none in quite such good condition. What, Kojuro-dono, affords the two of you the golden ticket? Why does the devil want you in his hell unharmed?"
The old man motioned them on towards the glow as he turned once again and began trudging in the same direction he had before.
"As for what this place is, you know as much as I do after your trip. And I wouldn't be terribly concerned about finding the settlement, you'll be going there very soon.. unless you have something in trade."
If they were to follow the man, they would find an extremely small and sparsely furnished camp. The yellow glow in question now appeared to be coming from a fire ring in the middle of the camp. In the fire ring, however, they would find no fire, only a handful of fist-sized yellow crystalline stones giving off the strange light. There was a felled log for sitting, a few different sacks tied at the top with rope, and a tattered and worn piece of fabric thrown over a line between two trees making something of a tent.
The old man sat himself down on the log, his shoulder slumped as he looked into the yellow crystals of his 'campfire'.
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Auri
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Roleplay posts: 7
Age: ??
Physical Description: Auri is small, very small. With only standing about 5 feet tall, most people are about a head taller then she is. She has thin, light silver/blonde hair that moves with the slightest bit of wind and always seems messy.
Her face is small and round with big bright blue/green eyes. Her dress is white, or at least seemed to be at some point. It contains multiple small holes and places where the fabric is so worn it is almost seethrough.
Registered: Mar 9, 2018 4:48:38 GMT -8
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Post by Auri on Mar 28, 2018 6:33:54 GMT -8
As soon as she had darted away, she was back in the mists to watch them. She knew she shouldn't, she knew she should not get this close to the other people who lived in the bag, but her curiosity was to great. So she was back again, placing her bare feet carefully among the leaves on the ground, staying in the shadows of the trees and certainly not getting to close to any light source.
She had to know what they would do next, which steps they would take. She had to know if they choose to be on the side of the old man, if she should hide for them in the future, even though she would probably hide for them no matter what happened. She had never seen people like them before. The shine in their armor and the elaborate design made them stand out like nothing else. It made them unique in this landscape that seemed to stretch forever and forever. What were they doing here? Why wern't they hurt? What were they looking for?
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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 Mar 31, 2018 12:58:57 GMT -8
"None of those samurai would cut our ropes. They're loyal to the Hizashi clan through and through. I chose them myself," he said, slightly frustrated at how easily it sent Yasuke into a paranoid fit of panic. "Calm down. I know its not exactly a usual situation, but we're not going to get out of this if we lose our heads over every little thing," he said.
Despite Yasuke's rudeness, Kojuro was determined to try to have a civil conversation with the old man - whatever he was. "If you mean the ogre Wuppo, then he is no devil I assure you," he said, feeling the need to defend his friend. "I'm sorry that you've ended up in here, but you must have inadvertently scared him somehow. He hasn't had an easy time around humans." Still he was a little concerned that all the people who came through into the world in the bag were harmed in some way. "We entered of our own accord," he explained, ignoring the old man's insult of Yasuke who probably somewhat deserved it. He kept on going after in the same direction as the old man, easily catching up to walk beside him. "What do you mean, grandfather? Is the settlement a bad place to end up?" They certainly had things they could trade, if they needed to, but he would prefer to get to the bottom of what was happening before agreeing to part with anything.
He dropped back a little to talk to Yasuke. "Maybe he doesn't know the way out, but he definitely knows more than we do," he replied. "Can you at least try not to insult every person we come across?" he asked, knowing that Yasuke had completely zoned out the moment he had mentioned kami and yokai. He caught up again with the oldster. "How many people have you seen enter this world?" he asked the old man, "and how long have you been here?" He looked around at the strange campsite as they came upon it. A little tent where the old man probably lived and a fire made from … some kind of crystals. He held his hand up towards them to feel if they emanated heat like a fire or just light.
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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 Apr 1, 2018 5:16:13 GMT -8
"A campfire..?" Yasuke mused and thought the light didn't resemble the normal flickering of flames. This guy was highly suspicious - but at least not an immediate threat Yasuke concluded as he followed suit to the camp along with Kojuro.
"I... I know Kojuro-dono. Forgive me." Yasuke said rather forced. The right words would have been 'I damn hope they are', but he had learned that those rough words didn't gain him much when speaking to nobles - they needed them silver lined. After all Kojuro was one of the most diplomatic people Yasuke had ever met - but it kinda rubbed him the wrong way because it meant Yasuke had to be like that too. And it just felt like being forced to breath in when you've already held your breath for as long as you could.
"B-but he just turned his back to us..? He was rude first!" Yasuke argued passionately but quickly realized it wasn't a matter of him being right or wrong. "I knooow Hizashi-dono..!" Yasuke said and waved his hands defensively knowing that there was only one correct answer that would stop him scolding Yasuke, and that was the one of subordination. Yasuke muttered a bit to himself but as they entered the camp he found that his suspicion was correct, and that the dim light was not fire - at least not as he understood fire. Yasuke approached with some skepticism and carefully touched one with the tip of his index finger to test if it was cool.
"Oi old man... How do you get fire inside these funny gems?" he asked, though the answer quickly seized to be the most interesting thing on his mind. 'Gems'. Who cared how they did it, getting one of these back to Kiyonai was bound to make him abundantly rich and he didn't hesitate to put one inside his armor when none of them were looking. Yasuke then closed the ring arranging them as if none were missing. He just hoped it wouldn't light up too much inside his clothes.
"Sooo... how do we get out of here?" Yasuke asked the old man, halfway expecting him to hold loads of useful information back that he probably expected to be paid to spill. This guy really was suspicious.
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Wuppo's Bag
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Physical Description: A large, yet still unassuming brown leather bag belonging to the ogre, Wuppo. It appears to be quite dirty and distressed.
Registered: Feb 21, 2018 6:52:23 GMT -8
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Post by Wuppo's Bag on Apr 11, 2018 18:33:52 GMT -8
"No devil? Scared the demon that imprisoned us all here?" the old man raised the eyebrow over his good eye as Kojuro defended Wuppo. "Come closer Kojuro-dono. Come, stand here in the light and look at the penalty for startling this 'Wuppo'. Look at my face, and my useless arm, and tell me the thing that did this to me is no devil. Tell me for what crime exile in this condition is just punishment."
The old man's words were cold and flat. He'd obviously had this conversation with himself many times before.
"I've seen many people come through; thieves, highwaymen, murderers, soldiers, and pieces of all of the same. As for how long I've been here, I have no way of telling - other than to say that time is different here than it is back in our world. I came through as a young man, not dissimilar in age to you and your friend here, and it was years before I found someone i knew from the camp I was in when that devil ambushed us. We couldn't have gone in the bag more than a few minutes apart, but what was left of that boy came through long after I arrived. Maybe a few moments back home is months here, but its just as likely that minutes here is years back there." The man shifted on the log on which he was sitting, and looked up at Kojuro.
"What I'm saying, Kojuro-dono, is that for all we know, by the time you made it here the beast you call Wuppo could have been dead and buried for decades, and anyone awaiting your return given you up for dead decades before that. We wont know until the next batch of unfortunates make it and tell us if the monster still possesses the bag. Allow me to suggest that entering the bag of your own accord was incredibly foolish."
Yasuke speaking made the old man turn his attention towards the samurai. He squinted at the newcomer, apparently having a hard time seeing in his advancing years. The old man reached down and picked up one of the crystals which continued to glow with yellow light.
"I didn't put the fire in these crystals, they grow like that in every hole in this hell." he began speaking again as he gazed into the yellow light. "Back home, a single tiny chip off of one of these crystals would bring a small fortune, and here? They're so worthless they don't even warrant the effort it would take to steal them from an old man that can't defend them. There's more of these than eight men could carry in every cave in walking distance of here. Before you doze off again, Second Banana or whatever your name is, I think you'd like to know that these crystals are exactly why you two wont be spending much time here. You see for the same reason something that is entirely worthless here is priceless back home, the things from our world that are entirely worthless there are more valuable than life itself here. Wars are waged between the natives for things you would have tossed away without a second thought. You'll be going to the settlement because you are valuable. They will fight and die for your weapons, your armor, bits of paper, and even your bodies if they have to kill you to get your cooperation."
It might be only now that the pair might realize that as the old man talked, the strange arrhythmic hollow clicking and clunking noise had become louder - from barely audible to now just above a whisper. The old man held out his hand to Kojuro, offering him the crystal.
"You don't have much time left. If you intend to flee, you'll need one of these to light your way. You aren't well provisioned enough to refuse my hospitality."
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Auri
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: ??
Physical Description: Auri is small, very small. With only standing about 5 feet tall, most people are about a head taller then she is. She has thin, light silver/blonde hair that moves with the slightest bit of wind and always seems messy.
Her face is small and round with big bright blue/green eyes. Her dress is white, or at least seemed to be at some point. It contains multiple small holes and places where the fabric is so worn it is almost seethrough.
Registered: Mar 9, 2018 4:48:38 GMT -8
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Post by Auri on Apr 12, 2018 0:02:29 GMT -8
Auri almost became bored with the talk of the old man. She had heard it thousands of times before, she might even be able to recite it on her own accord, making it sound like she had been the one going through all those horrible things. She would settle herself down against one of the tree trunks and slowly picked at one of the leaves.
The clicking noises in the forest didn't seem to bother her. She knew the natives so well that she didn't fear them anymore. She knew how they moved, she knew how they made choices and she knew how to hide. Right now her only interest and concern was with the pair that had arrived just so shortly ago.
Only when the old man started to move again and offer them one of the crystals her eyes widened. "He's doing it again.." she said so softly only her ears would be able to hear it. She got on her feet again, hunched low to the ground and wouldn't take her eyes off them again anymore.
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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 Apr 18, 2018 4:26:57 GMT -8
The crystals did not seem hot to him and he took his hand away from them, still curious as to what they were. Yasuke's apologies were all accepted and he said nothing more about it. Taking a closer look at the old man, as requested, he gave him an evaluating look before answering, “Can you explain how being put into the bag caused these injuries?” he asked, “I'm sorry that this happened to you, but punishment is besides the point. Sometimes circumstances just cause bad things to happen, deserved or not. We must endure them. That's just how life is.”
He listened to the rest of the man's story with patient scepticism. “If what you say is true, then we have no way of knowing whether the one who owned the bag when we entered is the same one who put you inside. I scarcely think we can blame Wuppo for this,” he replied, pleased to have trumped his logic. On the other hand, he was actually close to agreeing with the old man that it had been a little foolish to just enter the bag with very little in the way of supplies and no idea at all of what they were doing. The idea that time was speeding by in the Hizashi Mansion while only minutes had elapsed here was not a pleasant one, but he wasn't about to let it get him down.
He was interested in what the old man was saying about the crystals, but laughed when the old man gave them a scare story about the restless natives. “If cannibals want to eat us, we'll make them work hard for their supper, right, Yasuke?” he grinned, seemingly unconcerned, as he put his hand to his sword hilt as if to emphasise his meaning.
He paused and looked around as he heard the strange sounds becoming louder and clearer. He took the crystal from the old man and nodded. “Thank you, grandfather. Once we have found a way out we will make sure to return for you.” He secreted the crystal into a small cloth bag across his back that contained a few provisions such as rice balls and a bamboo water flask, and began to walk away into the woods. “I'm not running from these 'natives',” he confided to Yasuke once they were a short distance from the old man's camp. “Let's get closer and try to get a glimpse of what they are about. The trees and fog should conceal us well enough.” Unless Yasuke had a reasonable objection, he would lead them in sneaking forwards through the trees towards the strange noises, so that they might better understand what they were facing.
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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 Apr 18, 2018 7:23:12 GMT -8
Yasuke counted his fingers frowning and trying to make sense of what the man said about how days became years and the opposite too. "This doesn't make sense, old man." Yasuke finally conceded. As he heard the man talking about the fortune such a crystal would make, Yasuke smirked. At least now he knew he downright had to get out of here so he could cash his reward.
"-wha... Second banana!" Yasuke exclaimed understanding very well an insult when he heard it. But looking at Kojuro he stayed his hand that was otherwise close to drawing his katana out of pure instinct.
"Hizashi-dono... I don't trust this guy at all." he said and nodded at Kojuro's proposal. "Yeah I think we need to take the fight to those bastards. If they are indeed who he says they are." Yasuke said to Kojuro and gave the old man a hard stare. As they moved closer to the supposed natives Yasuke would crouch down and try to get a better look through the fog and trees. Yasuke knew that fear itself could be a great controlling power, and the fear of the unknown perhaps the greatest of them all. That old man was up to no good trying to scare them.
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Auri
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: ??
Physical Description: Auri is small, very small. With only standing about 5 feet tall, most people are about a head taller then she is. She has thin, light silver/blonde hair that moves with the slightest bit of wind and always seems messy.
Her face is small and round with big bright blue/green eyes. Her dress is white, or at least seemed to be at some point. It contains multiple small holes and places where the fabric is so worn it is almost seethrough.
Registered: Mar 9, 2018 4:48:38 GMT -8
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Post by Auri on Apr 29, 2018 13:32:03 GMT -8
As soon as the two of them stalked away from the camp, Auri followed them. She was on her toes and managed to step only on the places where she would make no sound at all. Only when they were far enough away from the old man she moved.
She suddenly dashed towards the group of them and before Kojuro would know it she would try and grab the bag that was holding the crystal. If she did succeed she would then stalk far enough away from them so they wouldn't be able to hurt her and take the crystal from the bag throwing it far away into the mist.
Her appearance probably surprised them. She was small, very small for a human and most of the time she had been hunched, making herself appear even smaller. She was dirty and her blond whispy hair was in dissaray. She would then throw the bag back to Kojuro, not having taken anything but the crystal.
"You have one too! I saw! Throw is away! They can see!" She pointed towards where the sounds came from. Her eyes big and wide and moving from them to other places around her in fast succesion, as if she was waiting for someone to jump onto her.
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Wuppo's Bag
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Roleplay posts: 7
Physical Description: A large, yet still unassuming brown leather bag belonging to the ogre, Wuppo. It appears to be quite dirty and distressed.
Registered: Feb 21, 2018 6:52:23 GMT -8
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Post by Wuppo's Bag on Apr 29, 2018 16:41:39 GMT -8
"Cannibals?" the old man repeated Kojuro's words. If the decrepit senior had anything resembling a sense of humor, he might have laughed; but he didn't. As the pair moved away, and Kojuro promised to come back for him, the old man looked on with a tiny glimmer of what might have been hope. He gave them exactly zero odds of making good on the promise, but it was the first time in years he'd even contemplated returning to the place he called home. As Kojuro and Yasuke moved away from the light of the 'campfire', Yasuke peering into the fog for a better look might have gotten him an extremely short glimpse of.. Something. Certainly something he wouldn't recognize as human, and nothing at all like what would exist in Tawakoshi. It was then that the strange young human interceded and flung the glowing crystal off into the fog. As it flashed by, the crystal illuminated a grotesque figure. In the dark and fog, the figure moved nearly silently through the thick woods. Already crouched as the crystal flew by, it pounced with lightning quick reflexes toward the crystal - and away from Kojuro and Yasuke. In moments, the crystal's glow had been extinguished; wrapped up in the sharp needle-like fingers that hung from the figure's upper appendages. If any of the humans had seen the creature, it would be immediately apparent that the inhuman monster was not the thing making the strange noise, which grew ever closer.
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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 Apr 30, 2018 12:07:43 GMT -8
As Kojuro was putting the crystal into his bag, it was snatched away all of a sudden by a tiny thief. Suddenly finding his hands empty, Kojuro drew his sword and chased after the woman into the mist. “Hey!” he called after her in a voice low enough to attract her attention but quiet enough to hopefully keep a small amount of stealth as they crept through the woods. He briefly caught a glimpse of something as the light-bringing crystal arced off in the forest, but his attention was on the girl.
He caught the bag reflexively as she threw it back to him, not cleanly since it was with his off-hand, but he managed to get it without spilling the rest of the contents onto the ground. “Who are you? Explain yourself!” he demanded from the thief. Looking at her a bit more closely he could see it was a young woman, small and hunched, with hair the colour of straw. He still had his sword drawn. “Who can see? What is it that’s out there?” he half turned to Yasuke, thinking she must be just gabbling nonsense as he was certain that Yasuke didn’t have one of the crystals she was so afraid of. Kojuro had been concentrating on the girl, and hadn’t seen the crystal illuminate the creature fully.
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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 May 1, 2018 2:36:30 GMT -8
'Damn that old man, there was nothing to be afraid of' Yasuke thought to himself as he squinted trying to see what the thing in the mist was. It looked like... someone wearing one of those rice hats or an umbrella tucked over the shoulder.
"Oh no..." Yasuke exclaimed muted as it became clear to him that it indeed was NOT what he had initially thought. He hardly knew how to describe it as he turned to Kojuro. "Kojuro-dono..!" he said though before he even got Kojuro's attention some small blonde haired creature had snatched one of the crystals out of Kojuro's hands and Yasuke saw Kojuro trailing it with his sword drawn.
The next he saw was Kojuro's crystal being thrown far into the mist in the general direction of the not-rice hat wearing guy, shortly illuminating its grim visage before it raced away to catch the crystal. "Kojuro-dono damn it, don't run away like that!" Yasuke said and ran to Kojuro. "Th-that freaking thing out there isn't a human, I saw it! It's faster than a wolf and..." Yasuke said and whispered to Kojuro. "It has a MOUTH as head..!"
Yasuke turned to look at what was apparently a small girl. "Crystal?" Yasuke said and paused avoiding any of their gazes. "Well... it's not like i NEED it. I was just bringing one as spare." he said and grabbed from under his armor and threw it casually into the bushes - though he noted the exact place he had thrown it. He was going to come back for that for sure, he wouldn't let go of it that easily. But if those creatures - as it seemed - were attracted to the glowing crystals in some way, he'd rather leave it for now. Besides there were a bunch of them at the campfi...
"Hmm... that old man has loads of these at the campfire, how come he has that if he knows this place so well?!?" Yasuke said and crossed his arms skeptically.
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Auri
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: ??
Physical Description: Auri is small, very small. With only standing about 5 feet tall, most people are about a head taller then she is. She has thin, light silver/blonde hair that moves with the slightest bit of wind and always seems messy.
Her face is small and round with big bright blue/green eyes. Her dress is white, or at least seemed to be at some point. It contains multiple small holes and places where the fabric is so worn it is almost seethrough.
Registered: Mar 9, 2018 4:48:38 GMT -8
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Post by Auri on May 1, 2018 5:50:42 GMT -8
Auri wasn't about to answer any of their questions, she didn't even mind to listen to them. She knew the crystal she threw would distract the creature, but it wouldn't do it for long.
"Come!" Was all she said before she sprinted away again, still staying low to ghe ground almost as if she was running on her handa and feet. She was fast and nimble, she could avoid the branches that were coming at her in the thick mist with ease. If the pair decided to follow her, they might be in for a rough trip.
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