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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2016 8:16:30 GMT -8
These massive entry gates are the main land entrance to the Capital. Imperial and Hizashi clan banners fly above the gates at all times. The gate is manned and guarded by samurai that monitor all passing through.
The gates are currently open. Characters may pass through the checkpoint without awaiting a response.
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Sir Eli Finch
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Roleplay posts: 62
Age: 54
Physical Description: A silver fox, or wolf in this case. Sir Eli Finch stands at about 6'2", 225lbs, and salt&pepper hair. He has a defiant look in his eyes no matter the situation.
Clothes and Equipment: Full plate armor with a magically enhanced shield that offers additional magical protections to its wielder. A large longsword, beautifully decorated with his family's sigil, sits either at his hip or in his hand. The sword is also magical, having the ability to wreath itself in flames when he wishes it to. He also rides a Dire Wolf by the name of Ria
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Post by Sir Eli Finch on Jan 30, 2017 13:48:21 GMT -8
(As I control Quying, I have skipped the border threads there to avoid senseless Rping with myself)
The small party of wolf riders, with their grizzled leader at the front, came to an orderly halt in front of the impressive gates of the Imperial City.
"So this is it then, the Capital of Tawakoshi, boys, let's see if this Emperor is willing to take us on."
The party would wait patiently for their turn to enter the city.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2017 4:23:25 GMT -8
Upon the arrival of several wolves bearing riders, several guards were waiting at the gates with spears and swords at the ready. This was... highly irregular, and it was apparent in the eyes of the soldiers as they glanced between each other. Were these kinds of mounts common across the sea, maybe? The fact the wolves were making passersby and travelers coming and going through the gate was putting them a little more on edge. But provided the wolves were tame... there wasn't likely to be any trouble.
Eventually the immigration consultant would be summoned, shuffling to the gates with his kimono and haori fluttering about in his wake as he tried to make good time - after all, hearing there were armored wolves at the gate was nothing normal and certainly needed attention. The older gentleman arrived and readjusted himself once out of his jog, and removed a furled scroll from beneath his arm. He looked to the man at the... the head of the pack, and offered a quick, low bow to the man.
"Good day to you, sir. Um..." He glances again across the riding animal of choice. "What... brings you to the Imperial City today? Do you have your travel papers?"
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Sir Eli Finch
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Roleplay posts: 62
Age: 54
Physical Description: A silver fox, or wolf in this case. Sir Eli Finch stands at about 6'2", 225lbs, and salt&pepper hair. He has a defiant look in his eyes no matter the situation.
Clothes and Equipment: Full plate armor with a magically enhanced shield that offers additional magical protections to its wielder. A large longsword, beautifully decorated with his family's sigil, sits either at his hip or in his hand. The sword is also magical, having the ability to wreath itself in flames when he wishes it to. He also rides a Dire Wolf by the name of Ria
Registered: May 13, 2016 13:30:48 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Eli Finch on Feb 9, 2017 5:44:27 GMT -8
The wolves kept mostly to themselves but provided nobody attempted to mess with or touch them excepting for those in the group. Sir Finch pulled out the packet of papers they had used previously, containing all the necessary documentation for them to be in the city with their mounts, weapons, and armor. He handed it with little fanfare over to the immigration official, grinning all the while.
"We are here to offer our services to the Emperor of these lands. I am Sir Eli Finch, a nobleman from across the seas, and this is what remains of my house."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2017 4:55:22 GMT -8
The official looks carefully for each paper, trying to find something that would excuse the permission to let these... odd things into the city. But things were proper and in order - at least that was well. He settles them neatly back in their stack and hands them back, taking care to stay as far away from the wolven mount as possible.
"Well, then... then I shall personally escort you directly to the Emperor's palace. I feel that he shall wish to speak with you immediately, so you are, ah..." He casts a wary glance over the animals again. "Not left to linger. Time wasted is a terrible thing, yes?
"I simply have to ask... are these things safe?" he inquires, gesturing to the wolves with a quick motion - as if afraid the animal might suddenly close the distance and bite his hand off in a split second.
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Sir Eli Finch
Committed
Roleplay posts: 62
Age: 54
Physical Description: A silver fox, or wolf in this case. Sir Eli Finch stands at about 6'2", 225lbs, and salt&pepper hair. He has a defiant look in his eyes no matter the situation.
Clothes and Equipment: Full plate armor with a magically enhanced shield that offers additional magical protections to its wielder. A large longsword, beautifully decorated with his family's sigil, sits either at his hip or in his hand. The sword is also magical, having the ability to wreath itself in flames when he wishes it to. He also rides a Dire Wolf by the name of Ria
Registered: May 13, 2016 13:30:48 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Eli Finch on Mar 2, 2017 10:29:00 GMT -8
Eli and his men laughed at the gesture, Eli out loud and his men keeping it to low a snicker.
"They are as safe as any tamed animal is, so long as you do not mess with them they will leave you alone, but pull a tail or poke 'em with a stick and you'll find out real quick why we prefer them to horses."
He chuckled again before gesturing to the envoy to lead the way into the city.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2017 8:55:10 GMT -8
The envoy scowled, not particularly finding anything funny about the idea of using large, vicious animals for mounts. But he gestures with a downward flick of his wrist for the convoy to follow along - also barking a short, foreign command that brought two of the soldiers along to stand between him and the animals... he wasn't about to have one of them take a nip at his back. It would be a bit of a slow trek with the guides being on foot, taking Sir Eli Finch along the hand paved streets of the city sprinkled with remains of snow from the winter. Residents shuffled along with more energy to keep a wide berth around the group, whispering and murmuring behind hands and on their way - such strange people and mounts. So strange. But soon the humble homes give away to larger, more intricate buildings, the streets and walking paths and general areas becoming more manicured save for the cherry trees being barren in the season. The residents around were dressed more appropriate as lords and ladies - color and silks and embellishment. But the whispers continued. The envoy would guide them along to the largest, most magnificent palace in the entire district - the Palace of the Emperor of Tawakoshi.
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Sir Eli Finch
Committed
Roleplay posts: 62
Age: 54
Physical Description: A silver fox, or wolf in this case. Sir Eli Finch stands at about 6'2", 225lbs, and salt&pepper hair. He has a defiant look in his eyes no matter the situation.
Clothes and Equipment: Full plate armor with a magically enhanced shield that offers additional magical protections to its wielder. A large longsword, beautifully decorated with his family's sigil, sits either at his hip or in his hand. The sword is also magical, having the ability to wreath itself in flames when he wishes it to. He also rides a Dire Wolf by the name of Ria
Registered: May 13, 2016 13:30:48 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Eli Finch on Mar 13, 2017 5:00:14 GMT -8
Sir Finch and his men followed the words of the man to the letter, but they behaved as they always did on the mainland. Cat-calls and wolf whistles were not uncommon as they strolled through the streets, ribald comments flowing freely as they laughed and nudged one another. Still, they seemed like a hard-bitten lot, a look in their eye that suggested this was not a group to mess with, that each would give his life for another of the group.
The wolves behaved themselves, their ferocious appearance more than enough to keep anything small enough to be a meal away from their snapping jaws and large claws.
<Exit>
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Ronin
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This coward lacks honor!
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 35
Physical Description: Ronin stands approximately 6 feet tall and has an athletic body build befitting of a samurai. He has dark black hair which he keeps tied up on his head, and neatly-trimmed facial hair. He has dark blue eyes and a traveler's tan.
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Clothes and Equipment: Black kimono with yellow trimmings; pair of zori.
Daisho: Katana and Wakizashi, both sheathed in black sayas. The hilts are black.
Yumi Bow and quiver; mainly for hunting or stealth kills.
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Registered: Mar 29, 2017 16:15:52 GMT -8
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Post by Ronin on Mar 30, 2017 13:34:22 GMT -8
The guards upon the city gates might have noticed the silhouette of a lone traveler heading towards the gates. He walked calmly, seemingly without purpose or motivation. As he drew closer they would see a black kimono draped over his person; it's yellow trimmings matched the obi he wore. A matching katana and wakizashi, his daisho, were both secured in their dark red saya, hanging on his left hip. He was, without a doubt, a samurai. Or at least, he was a former samurai; judging by his character the guards might would guess he was a ronin - or masterless samurai. Aside from his traditional weapons, he also carried a yumi bow on his back.
The ronin finally made it to the city gates. When he spoke it was without emotion; but the lack of such emotion resonated with forlorn hope and regret. He would say "I request permission to enter the city."
Normally a noble or peasant might pass through the gates freely, but as this man was a ronin he decided to wait. Some ronin became bandits, and he did not want these city guards to label him as such.
(@xiangyuan )
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Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2017 13:43:57 GMT -8
Just the sight of his weapons alone drew the attention of the guard to the man, though not with anything of a hostile intent. In fact, there was a curiosity as to a man garbed like a traditional samurai approaching, but that hold no familiarity to any of said soldiers. Two would step forward to address him as he approached, an easy hold on their spears more like staves than wielded as weapons.
At the request, the pair of them would exchange a very brief glance before one spoke. "Do you have business here? Your travel papers?" he asks, assuming the business would be stated in them - should he have them, of course.
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Ronin
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This coward lacks honor!
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 35
Physical Description: Ronin stands approximately 6 feet tall and has an athletic body build befitting of a samurai. He has dark black hair which he keeps tied up on his head, and neatly-trimmed facial hair. He has dark blue eyes and a traveler's tan.
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Clothes and Equipment: Black kimono with yellow trimmings; pair of zori.
Daisho: Katana and Wakizashi, both sheathed in black sayas. The hilts are black.
Yumi Bow and quiver; mainly for hunting or stealth kills.
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Registered: Mar 29, 2017 16:15:52 GMT -8
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Post by Ronin on Mar 30, 2017 13:50:35 GMT -8
The ronin looked at each man in the eye and then said "I regret to inform you I have no travel papers. I only seek rest here in the city, in the form of a tea or sake house." He looked at either man again and then said "I will not resist arrest. I understand it is your duty to ask for travel papers, so if you must apprehend me, then go ahead. I will do all that is required of me."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2017 13:54:33 GMT -8
Another glance was exchanged between the two soldiers, and a short period of silence stretched on for a bit.
The one that spoke gave Ronin another once-over before he spoke - sounding a bit skeptical this time around. "... were you discharged from the service of a Daimyo?" he asks, readjusting his hold on his spear as the other drummed his fingers on his own weapon.
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Ronin
New
This coward lacks honor!
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 35
Physical Description: Ronin stands approximately 6 feet tall and has an athletic body build befitting of a samurai. He has dark black hair which he keeps tied up on his head, and neatly-trimmed facial hair. He has dark blue eyes and a traveler's tan.
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Clothes and Equipment: Black kimono with yellow trimmings; pair of zori.
Daisho: Katana and Wakizashi, both sheathed in black sayas. The hilts are black.
Yumi Bow and quiver; mainly for hunting or stealth kills.
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Registered: Mar 29, 2017 16:15:52 GMT -8
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Post by Ronin on Mar 30, 2017 15:36:57 GMT -8
Ronin listened to the guard's words; he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if anticipating such a question. "I served a lord, yes" he responded in his calm but experienced voice. "But he is dead now. I have no master, not anymore." The masterless samurai looked down solemnly; he apparently grieved the loss of his master and allies. Ronin did not say much else; he preferred to leave his past behind him.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2017 15:49:09 GMT -8
It was enough to bring a heavy breath from both soldiers, and their demeanor seemed to relax - perhaps a touch too much. They were quiet for another moment before one spoke.
"Our condolences - we're certain that he is well honored by the Kami and at peace."
An uneasy silence fell over them before one barked a quick command - calling over a more finely dressed official shuffling around the gates to look over and issue paperwork. The soldier would nod towards Ronin in an affirmative manner. "All citizens are welcome in the city, but for your safety and others, as well as our own - we'll issue you some documentation now to confirm who you are and if you wish to find work here or travel elsewhere."
Almost as if on cue, the new company began to shuffle through one of several files tucked under his arm - yanking out more paperwork and beginning to scribble hastily on a new sheet. "Indeed. What with bandits and criminals trying to weasel everywhere... *grumble, grumble*... Used to be easier. Hmph."
The soldiers paid the man little mind as he rambled on under his breath. "We just need your name and your home or current place of stay - even if you've intent to travel or change where you stay. It's just to try and keep things in order, and keep suspicion off our good men and warriors."
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Ronin
New
This coward lacks honor!
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 35
Physical Description: Ronin stands approximately 6 feet tall and has an athletic body build befitting of a samurai. He has dark black hair which he keeps tied up on his head, and neatly-trimmed facial hair. He has dark blue eyes and a traveler's tan.
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Clothes and Equipment: Black kimono with yellow trimmings; pair of zori.
Daisho: Katana and Wakizashi, both sheathed in black sayas. The hilts are black.
Yumi Bow and quiver; mainly for hunting or stealth kills.
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Registered: Mar 29, 2017 16:15:52 GMT -8
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Post by Ronin on Mar 30, 2017 15:57:44 GMT -8
Ronin waited patiently for the official to come and do his work. He stood still as the man babbled on until he finished. "Ronin," was all the man said. "That is my name. Ronin." He looked at the official with a blank expression as he tried to consider a place to stay. His original home was... well, it simply didn't exist anymore. "Xuando. That is where I will be staying... here in the Imperial City."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2017 16:16:31 GMT -8
The name earned an odd glance from the three standing near him, not quite sure what to make of him. But it was clear that something had happened and that this man was trying to leave something behind. Whether it was due to being a bad thing or just painful - that wasn't their place to judge. They were to simply follow orders.
Once the papers were finished up they were carefully settled into a small scroll, which was furled and tied in a cord before being handed over to Ronin.
"Try to keep these on you - it will make life easier all around for everyone. And welcome to Xuando. Maybe you can find something here, or some peace."
Even making a remark like that was a risky move for a soldier, but it was clear at least one of them held a sympathy for the warrior. They all stepped aside and moved on to help and address others wandering by the gate.
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Ronin
New
This coward lacks honor!
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 35
Physical Description: Ronin stands approximately 6 feet tall and has an athletic body build befitting of a samurai. He has dark black hair which he keeps tied up on his head, and neatly-trimmed facial hair. He has dark blue eyes and a traveler's tan.
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Clothes and Equipment: Black kimono with yellow trimmings; pair of zori.
Daisho: Katana and Wakizashi, both sheathed in black sayas. The hilts are black.
Yumi Bow and quiver; mainly for hunting or stealth kills.
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Registered: Mar 29, 2017 16:15:52 GMT -8
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Post by Ronin on Mar 30, 2017 16:19:02 GMT -8
"...or some peace." For a quick moment a grin seemed to form across Ronin's face. How nice. But the thought soon vanished as the masterless samurai took the papers and walked by the three men without a second glance. <exit>
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Higeki
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Roleplay posts: 6
Age: 31
Physical Description: ______
Higeki is fairly average; standing just under six foot and is built of lean, strong, muscle with somewhat broad shoulders. His dark black hair is long and occasionally kept tied up, and he generally has a rough stubble of facial hair. His jaw is jaw is strong and sharp, and the epicanthic folds of his eyes are less noticeable than others of his region. His light brown eyes are narrow and intelligent, and with a strong brow with bushy black eyebrows.
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Clothes and Equipment: He is lightly clothed and armored, relying more on speed and agility for an advantage. His short robes are olive drab with earthy-brown effects, and were stained and worn from much use. A couple patches dotted the garment, most notably on the left sleeve where his elbow naturally is. He also owns a medium-small, straw, Kasa.
On his left hip were his katana and the smaller wakizashi. Both had worn, sweat-stained, grips wrapped in dirty brown braids of old silk. He also owns a small bamboo bow, a hankyū; more for hunting than for combat. It stays on his brown mare when traveling, rather than his person.
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Allegiances: Tawakoshi
Registered: Sept 2, 2018 16:15:06 GMT -8
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Post by Higeki on Sept 3, 2018 9:00:20 GMT -8
From a fair distance, Higeki examined Xuandao's city gates with a thoughtful frown as he subconsciously petted his brown mare's mane. No papers and no gold to bribe with, he imagined gaining entry without being questioned and searched would be difficult...not that he was currently carrying any contraband with him. In fact, he was carrying little on his person; just the clothes on his back, the weapons on his hip, the horse between his legs, and the empty pit in his stomach.
As on cue, his stomach growled angrily, and hungrily. He let out a dramatic sigh and patted his stomach. Well, as his father used to say, "There's nothing to do but to do it". Higeki spurred his horse onward at a trot, making his way down to the gate. He kept his eyes on the wall and high up on the parapets, wondering if he could somehow squirrel away his horse and weapons somewhere out of sight and secretly climb over the wall at night to retrieve his gear. He was feeling lazy and that did not sound like a fun adventure he was willing to partake. Best just take his chances with the guards who no doubt spied him and his horse by now anyway.
"Say, fine soldiers!" Higeki called out, flashing the gate guards a toothy grin and waving merrily from atop his horse. "Where's a good place for a weary traveler such as myself to get some rest and a hot meal?" Instead of dismounting, he merely hunched over his saddle lazily and rested his arms on the pommel of his saddle, gripping the reins loosely. "Oh, before you do ask, I was set upon by bandits up the road a ways and, as you can see, I am worse for wear and my papers had been, unfortunately, lost." His cheery smile dipped into a slight frown of feigned melancholy as he pondered on his supposed poor situation.
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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 Sept 3, 2018 10:42:11 GMT -8
The gate guards seemed tense and uneasy - many odd people had been passing through the gates lately and the crime rates seemed to be rising with no sign of dropping. However these two guys knew a cure for that - restricting the entrance of any who were just the slightest bit sketchy! A clear cut no admittance strategy for anyone who hadn't gotten their papers straight and they'd be damned if anyone was going to pull fast one on them. They had oiled and sharpened their katana from the morning so they were ready for any con artists trying to get past them. Because... why drag them all the way before the shogun when the result would be the same? One head lower and the city that much safer.
Today it had mostly been farmers passing through, but it was inevitable that some damn ronin was going to come by soon and try to con his way into the city. Luckily they'd be there to stop him! And just as they waved a farmer through, they looked down further onto the road seeing a rider approaching them. They frowned at each other while one of them clapped the hilt of the katana and bared his teeth at the other one stepping a little closer to the travelling stranger while puffinf his chest forwards - still with one hand resting on the hilt of the katana.
"Fine... soldiers? I'm not the least bit fine, stranger!" he snarled back at Higeki. This sounded like a cont artist if he had ever known any. "If you're weary I'd suggest prison..." he said muted and grinned knowing that a criminals head would never even reach the prison on his watch. Slowly sliding the blade out a few inches he kept a composed face... but suddenly he stopped his action.
"Oh god..! Were you attacked by bandits?" he said feeling pity towards the poor man. "And in broad daylight... Darn those bastards!" he shouted and looked back towards his friend. "This guy have been attacked by bandits and they took his papers!" he said and turned to Higeki again. "What's your name friend? I promise you that we'll look out for the bandits when they come and try to con their way through using your identification papers. Their heads will be rolling for this!" he promised Higeki and assuming he was given his name he was waved through the gate.
The other gate shook his head looking at Higeki. "If only there was something we could d... Oh wait, take my bento! You must be hungry. Take care and remember to get new ID papers!" he said as the guards would wave at Higeki as he entered through the gates.
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Higeki
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Age: 31
Physical Description: ______
Higeki is fairly average; standing just under six foot and is built of lean, strong, muscle with somewhat broad shoulders. His dark black hair is long and occasionally kept tied up, and he generally has a rough stubble of facial hair. His jaw is jaw is strong and sharp, and the epicanthic folds of his eyes are less noticeable than others of his region. His light brown eyes are narrow and intelligent, and with a strong brow with bushy black eyebrows.
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Clothes and Equipment: He is lightly clothed and armored, relying more on speed and agility for an advantage. His short robes are olive drab with earthy-brown effects, and were stained and worn from much use. A couple patches dotted the garment, most notably on the left sleeve where his elbow naturally is. He also owns a medium-small, straw, Kasa.
On his left hip were his katana and the smaller wakizashi. Both had worn, sweat-stained, grips wrapped in dirty brown braids of old silk. He also owns a small bamboo bow, a hankyū; more for hunting than for combat. It stays on his brown mare when traveling, rather than his person.
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Allegiances: Tawakoshi
Registered: Sept 2, 2018 16:15:06 GMT -8
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Post by Higeki on Sept 3, 2018 13:58:41 GMT -8
Higeki's eyes twitched and narrowed slightly, having noticed the guard pull his sword partially out of its scabbard. His face became stony and he remained still as a statue, lips set in a thin line. His demeanor became deadly serious. His mind focused and sharp. He quickly formulated a plan: Send a sandaled kick to the closest guard's chest, unsheath his katana, and spur his horse into the other guard. He'd quickly make his getaway after. He was fast enough to pull it off. However, the guards atop the wall likely had bows they'd shoot him with. Not a whole lot he could do about them...
He blinked in confusion at the guard's sudden change of attitude after learning about how he had been attacked by bandits. At first, he thought the man was being sarcastic and mocking him. He couldn't think of any other reason for the sudden change.
"Higeki," he answered honestly, his voice soft and an eyebrow lifted in curiosity. Perhaps his little white lie worked after all. "And I appreciate that, kind sirs." He nodded along while accepting the packaged meal graciously. He flashed them another smile while straightening up on his horse and moving forward to the gate. "Be sure to give those damned bandits a swift kick in the ass for me if you encounter them!" He called as he entered into the city proper.
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