Xyrix
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: 24
Physical Description: 5'7". His hair is long, beyond his stomach, but often hidden by his hat and by being tied up. His face has light scars that frame his hazel eyes along with the massive crows feet. He isn't extremely buff, but fit enough. Somewhat an unremarkable looking man. He wears a shinobi's headband around his wrist.
Clothes and Equipment: His clothes are that of a peasant. He dresses very humbly and wears traditional geta for his footwear.
He carries rations with him, a considerable amount.
His armaments include a kusarigame (chained sickle) and a shikomizue (cane sword). His cane sword is always in his hand as he pretends to need it to walk.
Allegiances: None.
Player's online availability : Almost always, but pm.
Registered: Jun 16, 2019 0:35:43 GMT -8
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Post by Xyrix on Jun 29, 2019 16:43:05 GMT -8
He did take a moment to investigate the new woman he had encountered as she eyed him. She seemed grizzled to put lightly. She was likely a hunter in these areas, which he could barely fathom. In regards to the food he was treated to in his life he hadn't realized just how blessed he actually had been. Being around an area where he could always be cooking was a commodity when he had seen just how harsh this mountainous region was.
"Special how, if I may?" There was a plethora of magnificent flora across the entire nation. It was possible something so unique could be extremely beneficial to him in his consistent travels. "I've never been one for hunting, more so the preparation of meals themselves. I must seem a bit soft to those I've met here." Xyrix gave a short laugh to the idea. He was beginning to realize his overt kindness may be a hindrance in these lands.
"Oh, forgive my rudeness. My name is Xyrix. I am a spiritual exorcist from Quying."
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Clan Yukimoto
Established
Ruled by the Iron Crane
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: Young, "just" created
Physical Description: Located in Mutsonobe, Tokhung, the Yukimoto clan only has one prominent figure to date -- the Iron Crane. Not much is really known about her history, or about her family. It's possible that she came from nothing and simply chose a name that worked for her. In any case, the "clan" is currently ONLY the Iron Crane, but now that she has Mutsonobe secured, she plans on adopting and creating a worthy family to rule.
Clothes and Equipment: The Iron Crane has an army that contains quite a few female samurai -- onna-bugeisha. Even her infantry also contain female numbers, as she has made a reputation of rescuing women and putting them to work at anything that they are capable of doing, just like any man. Even so, the men in her army make up a broader majority of her samurai and her offensive forces.
Registered: Jan 9, 2018 11:03:09 GMT -8
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Post by Clan Yukimoto on Jul 1, 2019 1:18:26 GMT -8
A gentle frown came over her face, drawing dark brows together over her dark eyes. "I don't know how exactly grandmother uses it; I did not learn her trade like my sister has. But it's to purify my family's forge, and others like it at the Shimizu Mine," the young woman told Xyrix.
She shrugged when he spoke about his cooking meals; whether he did or not, or whether he thought it was a softer or feminine trait didn't bother her one way or the other. "Everyone needs to eat," she stated this no-nonsense fact, "making it taste good is a valuable skill."
When he mentioned what he was, that finally earned him a glance as she pulled her gaze off the road and looked at him with slightly narrowed eyes. "You are here by the Kiba Family summons?"
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Xyrix
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: 24
Physical Description: 5'7". His hair is long, beyond his stomach, but often hidden by his hat and by being tied up. His face has light scars that frame his hazel eyes along with the massive crows feet. He isn't extremely buff, but fit enough. Somewhat an unremarkable looking man. He wears a shinobi's headband around his wrist.
Clothes and Equipment: His clothes are that of a peasant. He dresses very humbly and wears traditional geta for his footwear.
He carries rations with him, a considerable amount.
His armaments include a kusarigame (chained sickle) and a shikomizue (cane sword). His cane sword is always in his hand as he pretends to need it to walk.
Allegiances: None.
Player's online availability : Almost always, but pm.
Registered: Jun 16, 2019 0:35:43 GMT -8
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Post by Xyrix on Jul 2, 2019 18:51:13 GMT -8
"Ah, I see." The plant she spoke of grew increasingly interesting. Something of purifying substance that was found in nature was definitely invaluable. It is no surprise that her grandmother kept it to herself and those close to her. That was a very powerful tool to have.
He gave a click of his tongue in regards to their conversation of food. Xyrix was actually starting to get a bit hungry himself. His rations were likely cold by now. Once they arrived he would have to find somewhere to change that.
The ronin nodded his head with a stern face. "I'm guessing that they are the ones being bothered by this yokai, then? There was no summoning, I came here off of rumor. It is unlike me to miss a sighting and I hope to get the creature to relocate. I hear that it's made refuge in a mine. Curious, isn't it? What business could it have with the mine?"
Xyrix looked lost in thought when he brought it up. He was visibly desperate to meet the being as his trademark smiled returned. He seemed far more curious and showed no hostile intent towards the thought of the creature.
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Clan Yukimoto
Established
Ruled by the Iron Crane
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: Young, "just" created
Physical Description: Located in Mutsonobe, Tokhung, the Yukimoto clan only has one prominent figure to date -- the Iron Crane. Not much is really known about her history, or about her family. It's possible that she came from nothing and simply chose a name that worked for her. In any case, the "clan" is currently ONLY the Iron Crane, but now that she has Mutsonobe secured, she plans on adopting and creating a worthy family to rule.
Clothes and Equipment: The Iron Crane has an army that contains quite a few female samurai -- onna-bugeisha. Even her infantry also contain female numbers, as she has made a reputation of rescuing women and putting them to work at anything that they are capable of doing, just like any man. Even so, the men in her army make up a broader majority of her samurai and her offensive forces.
Registered: Jan 9, 2018 11:03:09 GMT -8
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Post by Clan Yukimoto on Jul 2, 2019 22:21:01 GMT -8
Hanei frowned again, that expression once mor gently marring her youthful face. "It is likely because of the deaths," the huntress said as they kept walking at a brisk pace. Every so often, she glanced at Xyrix's cane, but had yet to remark on it.
Instead, she chose to speak on the mine, and the Kiba Family that owned it.
"There was a terrible collapse in one of the tunnels a moon ago. Six men and three women died, and some not even right away. One of the men was still calling through the rubble, but as things shifted, it caused another collapse and two of the rescue workers died, as well as that last surviving man. Ever since then, my grandmother and sister have had to work harder than ever to protect the village from whatever escapes the mine at night."
They came to a fork in the mountainous road, where a small, ruby-painted shrine was located. Hanei approached it with ease, and rustled in her pack for a small candle, and a necklace made of bone beads. She set it at the base of the statue within the road, a bear-like creature and lit the candle, offering a small prayer and leaving the necklace. Other gifts were there as well, all aged by the weather and clearly undisturbed.
"This way," Hanei said once she was done, and turned down the lane that had a stone marker inscribed with ISHIMURA in it's face.
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Shibao Inuyama
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: ?
Physical Description: Shibao, the Jade Guardian of the Dog. When you see Shibao in passing, he appears to be an itinerant Zen monk, playing on a shakuhachi flute and standing by his begging bowl, a straw hat covering his face. But if you look closely, beneath his robe are the paws of a dog, and his hands are very much non-human. When Shibao is alone or feels in a safe place, and the hat is off, he is quite obviously a dog the size of a human, standing upright on his back paws. While his front paws look dog-like, they are fully useful as human hands and have opposable thumbs. ---
Clothes and Equipment: Aside from his monk's garb, Shibao carries a set of swords with the pommel ends shaped like bones. He uses them to defend himself, those who he has given loyalty to, and anyone unable to defend themselves. He also carries a portable shrine with which to pray and give the occasional service to people he meets. Shibao also possesses the Jade Mask of the Dog. He is always wearing the mask, and it has merged into his features. He can take it off, but chooses not to. ---
Registered: Apr 17, 2018 6:48:31 GMT -8
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Post by Shibao Inuyama on Jul 3, 2019 12:03:54 GMT -8
[Continued from Northern Mountains]
Once Xar was well enough, in Shibao's opinion, to make the journey to the Temple of Whispering Mists, the two had travelled further into the mountains, passing the distant vastness of the Kuroyama volcano on their left. At some point through the inhospitable peaks, they would have crossed from Kiyonai province into Tokhung, but there were no markers to show such human distinctions of place, only the sharp rises and falls of clefts and troughs in the rock. Shibao had made sure to take care of the wolf, stopping frequently to erect his rocky shelters, and easing their path if necessary with bridges of stone. He hunted the small creatures that survived against the odds here, leaving the mask with his pack and running on all fours in his birth form – just as he had with his former master, Danjiro.
The Temple of the Whispering Mists was as he had described: the monks were ascetics who had given up their contact with the world outside. But on arrival they were greeted warmly – Shibao, as their disciple, and Xar as a friend who needed their aid. Xar could take as long as he needed to recover fully from his wounds, and Shibao would visit frequently, telling him stories of his travels and bits of lore he had learned from the monks which he thought might help Xar come to terms with his losses. At other times, Shibao discussed the meanings of what he had learned out in the world with the abbot, meditated in the white nothingness between snow and clouds, and heard about the awakening of the Black Dragon.
Neither Shibao nor Xar was suited to the life of a mountain hermit, and after a time, the two decided to leave. Shibao was glad to have Xar wish to accompany him a while on his travels, and once they had loaded up with provisions as well as a supply of healing herbs and some new talismans, they made their way down the long mountain road towards Tokhung's more inhabited regions. “This land is recovering from war, there will likely be many who may need assistance here. Humans or those of the spirit world. War disturbs all kinds of things best left sleeping.” Once they were in the foothills, and back into gentler walking territory, Shibao – who had until now left his basket hat tied to his belt - lifted his head and sniffed the air. There was a smell on the wind: of human industry, the inside of the earth, and something else, magical, black and brown. “Master Xar,” he turned to the werewolf, “do you smell that? It has the scent of trouble... we should investigate.”
Following the scent led them, Shibao with his doglike face now fully covered, down to the vicinity of Ishimura, where they caught sight of a man and woman first stopping at a shrine, then walking on ahead of them along the path.
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Xar Greypetal
Established
Roleplay posts: 11 
Age: 967
Physical Description: A well-muscled man looking as if he was in his late twenties or early thirties, he has few scars and a handsome face with aristocratic features from both his parents and silver eyes and hair inherited from his father.
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Clothes and Equipment: He carries a blade smelted down from the same fangs and claws of his pack members who fell in the War of the Blood Moon, and his clothes are woven from their fur. Both are supernaturally durable and have magical properties. When he shifts they shift with him, lending his claws and fangs an even more deadly edge and his pelt a durability unmatched by any but the strongest of enchantments. While bathed in moonlight they glow from within and move with the silence of the light that empowers them.
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Registered: Mar 4, 2019 15:24:56 GMT -8
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Post by Xar Greypetal on Jul 10, 2019 12:57:37 GMT -8
Xar had enjoyed his short time with the monks at the Temple of Whispering Mists. He listened closely to their wise words, and turned them over in his mind for a long while even though he was most likely older than them, he knew this did not make him as wise as they in certain aspects.
Shortly after arriving at the temple, however, they left. Xar healed extremely quickly due to the pure blood of the Silver Dusk Pack, as only his father Karga had blood even purer than his. Now fully healed, he saw no difficulty traversing the lands he had traveled already for centuries. He traveled now with Shibao, partly for some company after a long time of solitude, and partly because he still sought an opportunity to repay his debt to the monk, even if Shibao himself saw no need.
When Shibao turned to him, Xar nodded in agreement, "Yes, I smell it too..." he said, his hand drifting ever closer towards the hilt of his sword as he peered suspiciously down the path that led further into the foothills. As Shibao proceeded, Xar would follow behind him, curious to see what the peculiar scent could be caused by.
He spotted the man and woman a bit farther down the road, pausing at a shrine before continuing on. Xar quickened his pace upon seeing this, perhaps they knew what caused that peculiar scent, because they seemed to be heading in the exact direction it emanated from. He called out to them once he got just within earshot, "Where are you going? I... heard it was dangerous to head that way," he said, raising his voice to catch their attention. He only tripped up for a moment as he realized they would probably find it odd that his sense of smell was keen enough to tell there was possibly trouble.
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Xyrix
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: 24
Physical Description: 5'7". His hair is long, beyond his stomach, but often hidden by his hat and by being tied up. His face has light scars that frame his hazel eyes along with the massive crows feet. He isn't extremely buff, but fit enough. Somewhat an unremarkable looking man. He wears a shinobi's headband around his wrist.
Clothes and Equipment: His clothes are that of a peasant. He dresses very humbly and wears traditional geta for his footwear.
He carries rations with him, a considerable amount.
His armaments include a kusarigame (chained sickle) and a shikomizue (cane sword). His cane sword is always in his hand as he pretends to need it to walk.
Allegiances: None.
Player's online availability : Almost always, but pm.
Registered: Jun 16, 2019 0:35:43 GMT -8
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Post by Xyrix on Jul 11, 2019 22:09:30 GMT -8
[hanei]
Xyrix's smile diminished as soon as he heard that it was death related. He'd gone too quickly with the assumption that this spirit manifested on its own, and not from causation in life. If the mine collapsed there was a high probability that whatever lingered down there was angry, or at least unable to accept its own passing. This may be a higher risk venture then expected. He gripped his cane tight.
"That is sad. I hope the families aren't still suffering. I am sorry that yours has had to face that beast alone. I promise to alleviate that weight from them." His tone was much less bright than it previously had been. He spoke with conviction, and a hint of fury.
When they arrived at the shrine, Xyrix was unsure of how to move forward after watching Hanei. As she prayed he did the same while standing. He lowered his head and offered a generic condolence under his breath. Asking may prove insulting and thus he just followed suit.
[shibao/xar]
At the spark of an unknown voice, the tension built in Xyrix forced his hand and he turned like lightning to face it. He held his cane in two hands preparing to unsheathe the blade until he heard every word the voice had to speak. He could see the figure from far off speaking but couldn't get a good grasp on their appearance. He lowered his guard, keeping one hand on the top of his cane.
"We are walking knowingly into peril." He called back. "Do you aim to do the same?"
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Shibao Inuyama
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: ?
Physical Description: Shibao, the Jade Guardian of the Dog. When you see Shibao in passing, he appears to be an itinerant Zen monk, playing on a shakuhachi flute and standing by his begging bowl, a straw hat covering his face. But if you look closely, beneath his robe are the paws of a dog, and his hands are very much non-human. When Shibao is alone or feels in a safe place, and the hat is off, he is quite obviously a dog the size of a human, standing upright on his back paws. While his front paws look dog-like, they are fully useful as human hands and have opposable thumbs. ---
Clothes and Equipment: Aside from his monk's garb, Shibao carries a set of swords with the pommel ends shaped like bones. He uses them to defend himself, those who he has given loyalty to, and anyone unable to defend themselves. He also carries a portable shrine with which to pray and give the occasional service to people he meets. Shibao also possesses the Jade Mask of the Dog. He is always wearing the mask, and it has merged into his features. He can take it off, but chooses not to. ---
Registered: Apr 17, 2018 6:48:31 GMT -8
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Post by Shibao Inuyama on Jul 22, 2019 0:44:00 GMT -8
Shibao, in full komuso monk dress, with the straw basket of a hat concealing his entire face, and his somewhat pawlike hands concealed in the long sleeves of his robe, passed for human – as long as that was what one expected to see. For someone like Xyrix, who could see spirits, a different aspect might be noticed. A spirit, or multiple spirits entwined together enveloped and conjoined with the monk. They seemed to be not with Shibao but weaved through him somehow, and depending on how acute Xyrix's spirit vision was at this time, he might notice the spirit energy clustering around the monks head and face forming from its multiple strands the shifting image of the face of a dog-like creature. If he could get the impression of intent, there was nothing malevolent about these spirits.
“We do indeed,” he said, giving a humble bow to Xyrix. “I sense a spiritual unrest. If I can help, I would like to offer my aid. My name is Shibao, and this is my travelling companion for the moment, Xar.” He introduced the two of them. “Do you know more of the manner of the disturbance?” he asked.
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Xar Greypetal
Established
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: 967
Physical Description: A well-muscled man looking as if he was in his late twenties or early thirties, he has few scars and a handsome face with aristocratic features from both his parents and silver eyes and hair inherited from his father.
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Clothes and Equipment: He carries a blade smelted down from the same fangs and claws of his pack members who fell in the War of the Blood Moon, and his clothes are woven from their fur. Both are supernaturally durable and have magical properties. When he shifts they shift with him, lending his claws and fangs an even more deadly edge and his pelt a durability unmatched by any but the strongest of enchantments. While bathed in moonlight they glow from within and move with the silence of the light that empowers them.
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Registered: Mar 4, 2019 15:24:56 GMT -8
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Post by Xar Greypetal on Jul 23, 2019 12:37:39 GMT -8
Xar approached along with Shibao, revealing more of the werewolf's features to Xyrix and his companion. Xar was quite muscular, and had sheathed at his waist a sword. He seemed to be a warrior of some sort upon first glance. He had a scar under his left eye as well, perhaps from a past battle. He wore a storm grey kimono of silk, light to keep him cool during the Tawakoshian summer, and wore simple sandals. He traveled quite lightly it seemed.
Xar remained silent for now as Shibao eagerly took the reigns for now conversation wise. He looked over Xyrix momentarily during this time bowing his head slightly in respect when Shibao introduced him. He noted the shinobi headband that was tied around his wrist first of all - quite an interesting little detail in Xar's mind, a detail that made him even more suspicious of that cane. Xyrix probably didn't need that cane really, it was most likely a weapon of some sort. He had noticed the slight changes in Xyrix body language once he had lowered his guard, and he had taken one hand off his cane when he did that.
On the other hand, Xar could also still smell the same scent of trouble from before, and it was stronger now that they had approached. He could smell it in the air among the scents of earth and rock, that peculiar magical scent. Xyrix wasn't lying when he said he was walking into peril.
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Xyrix
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: 24
Physical Description: 5'7". His hair is long, beyond his stomach, but often hidden by his hat and by being tied up. His face has light scars that frame his hazel eyes along with the massive crows feet. He isn't extremely buff, but fit enough. Somewhat an unremarkable looking man. He wears a shinobi's headband around his wrist.
Clothes and Equipment: His clothes are that of a peasant. He dresses very humbly and wears traditional geta for his footwear.
He carries rations with him, a considerable amount.
His armaments include a kusarigame (chained sickle) and a shikomizue (cane sword). His cane sword is always in his hand as he pretends to need it to walk.
Allegiances: None.
Player's online availability : Almost always, but pm.
Registered: Jun 16, 2019 0:35:43 GMT -8
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Post by Xyrix on Jul 24, 2019 6:43:00 GMT -8
Xyrix looked a long time at both approaching strangers as he held tight to his shikomizue with his palm. His brow furrowed as he couldn't see the face of the one wearing a basket but felt something odd about his presence. An energy that flowed unlike the mortal realm. Was he a spirit, or was he walking with one? His companion did not give off the same flow and the answer remained ever unclear to the ronin. All he could tell was that he was greeted by some gracious spiritual energy. He loosened the grip on his cane when he assessed that they meant no harm to he or Hanei, whether this was true or not remained to be seen. So his hand may have eased up but it did not move. He turned up a gentle smile and returned a solemn bow to the pair.
"Shibao, Xar, you may call me Xyrix. Me and my companion here aim for a mine deeper in Tokhung that I was just informed had collapsed. The death toll has apparently accumulated a dastardly energy and awakened an angry Yokai due to its presence. I don't know much of the beast other than what rumor has spoken of. My personal wish is to have it find its way somewhere it won't disturb innocents. If that is not a possibility then it is likely it will need to be disposed of. I hope it needn't come to that." His smile faded at the sentiment. His face showed great displeasure at the mention of killing the spirit.
He watched as Xar inspected him, and knew that he could probably see through the ruse he had been administering. He offered another smile as reassurance that he was no threat to them. He turned back to Shibao.
"You said you felt a disturbance... From this far away? May I ask how that's possible?"
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Shibao Inuyama
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: ?
Physical Description: Shibao, the Jade Guardian of the Dog. When you see Shibao in passing, he appears to be an itinerant Zen monk, playing on a shakuhachi flute and standing by his begging bowl, a straw hat covering his face. But if you look closely, beneath his robe are the paws of a dog, and his hands are very much non-human. When Shibao is alone or feels in a safe place, and the hat is off, he is quite obviously a dog the size of a human, standing upright on his back paws. While his front paws look dog-like, they are fully useful as human hands and have opposable thumbs. ---
Clothes and Equipment: Aside from his monk's garb, Shibao carries a set of swords with the pommel ends shaped like bones. He uses them to defend himself, those who he has given loyalty to, and anyone unable to defend themselves. He also carries a portable shrine with which to pray and give the occasional service to people he meets. Shibao also possesses the Jade Mask of the Dog. He is always wearing the mask, and it has merged into his features. He can take it off, but chooses not to. ---
Registered: Apr 17, 2018 6:48:31 GMT -8
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Post by Shibao Inuyama on Jul 28, 2019 12:25:33 GMT -8
“A mine?” Shibao scratched his chin with a hand-like paw beneath the basket hat as he considered Xyrix’s words. “I can definitely help with that,” he passed a glance to Xar, who had seen Shibao using his earth-moving magic on several occasions. “But we should hurry to get there as quickly as possible. I agree with you Master Xyrix, it is always best not to take a life if one can help it, even that of a malicious spirit.” Although this man was a stranger, Shibao felt that his words were spoken sincerely, and he approved of them.
“I smelled it in the air, Master Xyrix. Trouble has a scent, one that carries a long way,” he replied.
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Xyrix
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: 24
Physical Description: 5'7". His hair is long, beyond his stomach, but often hidden by his hat and by being tied up. His face has light scars that frame his hazel eyes along with the massive crows feet. He isn't extremely buff, but fit enough. Somewhat an unremarkable looking man. He wears a shinobi's headband around his wrist.
Clothes and Equipment: His clothes are that of a peasant. He dresses very humbly and wears traditional geta for his footwear.
He carries rations with him, a considerable amount.
His armaments include a kusarigame (chained sickle) and a shikomizue (cane sword). His cane sword is always in his hand as he pretends to need it to walk.
Allegiances: None.
Player's online availability : Almost always, but pm.
Registered: Jun 16, 2019 0:35:43 GMT -8
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Post by Xyrix on Aug 6, 2019 19:19:49 GMT -8
Shibao was an interesting man. His aura was that of a supernatural being, if not multiple, but seemed normal from their brief conversation. It was going to be hard to break Xyrix from his curiosity about him, but them having a singular goal was enough to quell it for the time being. He smiled on the inside from being called "Master Xyrix" but didn't find it to be very accurate. He was anything but. Perhaps Shibao's kindness just set the ronin in a good mood. It was always pleasant to meet personalities such as his.
"I'm happy to hear we share the same motivations, Shibao. It will be nice to have more than one person working towards an ending without blood." He gave Shibao a warm smile and a slight nod of relief.
Shibao mentioning the scent of spirits furthered Xyrix's intrigue. Xyrix's attunement to the world of spirits always felt like a touch. A small pulsing that indicated the existence of yokai or the like. Yet, he often had to be relatively close to the creatures and found most of his experiences via myth or rumor. How one could smell a Yokai from this many miles away was bewildering.
"I suppose we shouldn't waste time then, it is hard to see what harm has been done already but from my companions words it is likely severe."
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