Lady Sayaka Yukimoto
Established
The Iron Crane, Daimyo of Tokhung
Roleplay posts: 27 
Physical Description: The Iron Crane was blessed, or cursed, with stark white hair and pale blue eyes. There are many rumors on why this is -- her soul is pure and driven? her heart is cold as snow? But no facts. Her build is lean and sleek, a warrior's body with with a woman's gentle curves. She is of average height.
Clothes and Equipment: She usually wears pale blues and greens to accent her hair and eyes. When she is not at war or on the field, she wears a woman's traditional kimono. When she is, she dresses as a man with blue-and-white hued armor, crane wings present on her helm, and primarily wields a jumonji yari (if she ever faces combat; pictured in signature). Her ivory-handled katana is always with her but rarely used, and is rumored to be able to control the wind.
Allegiances: Clan Yukimoto, Tokhung... and now Tawakoshi (through Lord Hizashi, Regent of Tawakoshi)
Registered: Sept 19, 2017 16:17:16 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Sayaka Yukimoto on Dec 5, 2017 18:30:41 GMT -8
The Iron Crane was fair... but merciless. And in her eyes, Lord Nobuhide had failed his family, his city, and his duties to his people. In the Iron Crane's eyes, he was not worthy to remain in power, to continue to exhert an influence that did nothing for the people -- except to allow them to wither in the dwindling cold harshness of Tokhung.Her pale blue eyes swept to Miyoko Omaharu as she struggled for a moment against the hand's of the men, then ultimately accepted defeat. She was an Omaharu as well, a family that was a disgrace to the covenant between the Gods and the Daimyo, and the laws that bound them to service to the people. And yet... she was young. Perhaps she could be saved? If so, she needed to begin learning a very harsh, and a very merciless lesson. The Iron Crane began with removing her helm and handing it to a squire that was immediately nearby. He took the white-and-silver armor in his hands with almost a revanance to touch something so legendary, eyes caught on the beautiful masterwork of the crane wings to either side. Her face revealed, the Iron Crane might have once been called beautiful, but now there was a stone coldness to her that seemed to... not necessarily detract from her beauty, but overwhelm it. When one looked upon Sayaka Yukimoto, one did not see the frail and beguiling beauty that claimed most women, but instead the unbending steel of her spine and the penetrating edge of her icy blue gaze. Her snow white hair was drawn up into an immaculate bun, although strands had come loose from the fighting she had done that day. The Iron Crane did not call for a crowd to be drawn. There were many within the courtyard as her lieutenants and captains saw to securing and cleaning and organizing the city they had won -- taking account of the damage that had been done so it could be quickly repaired, bringing in the scholars she had brought on the march to immediately open the books and stores and take accounting of what there was -- and what had been taken. No, there wouldn't be a crowd at Nobuhide's death. She wanted no one to see the way he died, she wanted no one to know where he would be buried, or tossed, or burned. He did not deserve to be remembered, and she wanted no one to watch his death and think it deserved revenge. " Nobuhide," she said to the dazed man. His head continued to lull, so she reached out to grab him by his top knot and force his head up. " Nobuhide, as new Lord of Mutsonobe and Daimyo of Tokhung, I sentence you to the death of a thief -- for all you have stolen from the gods, and from your people. Your acting lieutenants and your sons will follow you in this death, and you'll daughter will act as witness." They were harsh words, that even had some of the men nearby sucking in a breath. The death of a thief was to die by hanging -- humiliating, embarrassing, and a death that perhaps promised Mutsonobe would be haunted by the memory of Nobuhide Omaharu. But in the Iron Crane's eyes, the man did not deserve an honorable death... for he had not lived an honorable life. She let go of his head and looked at her men. " Hang them from the tree in the courtyard until they are dead. Do not leave them there, but have their bodies stripped of their armor and tossed over the walls with the rest of the dead. Have the girl left in her room, with Jishu." The Iron Crane glanced at the nun, and spoke directly to her. " I will be by after I have seen to my men." The woman never again looked in Miyoko's direction as she left to attend more important business than the death of the once-Lord of Mutsonobe. He mattered that little to her. |
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Jishu
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The White Nun
Roleplay posts: 15
Age: 47
Physical Description: A lady into her middle years, she seems nonetheless fit and agile. Quiet, with a kind face, she watches all with compassion. Jishu is a warrior nun, and dresses in religious garb with a white head covering. She carries a large rosary and a naginata. Jishu is dedicated to serving Sayaka Yukimoto the Iron Crane, as her right-hand woman.
Registered: Oct 12, 2017 12:41:17 GMT -8
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Post by Jishu on Dec 8, 2017 14:49:18 GMT -8
The Iron Crane was as merciless in her conquest as Jishu had expected, and she was pleased. When Nobuhide came before them, it was a restraint of all her instincts not to spit in the man's face. This man who had destroyed her husband and her son and taken their land and their name, that had rightfully been theirs for generations. All because her husband had the impertinence to raise his voice against the hellish Pit that Nobuhide had had constructed for his own grotesque entertainment. Her husband killed dishonourably, her son thrown into that very pit to fight for his life, a mere child. The man was a devil and deserved no honourable death. Jishu had taken vows and become a nun once the clan was destroyed, hoping to gain peace in prayer and contemplation, yet never forgetting Nobuhide's cruelty and silently nursing a desire for revenge. She had found serenity and compassion in the monastery, but she could never forgive, and Sayaka gave her the opportunity to see her only earthly desire be realised.
She was steadfastly with the Iron Crane as she pronounced Nobuhide's punishment. She glanced at Sayaka's set features, she looked as if carved from marble - a statue of a vengeful but just goddess. She said a silent thank you, and raised her rosary to her lips, giving a prayer to the Enlightened One for sending The Iron Crane to her. "As you wish, my lady," she replied.
She went with the captive Miyoko through the streets of Mustunobe to the great stone edifice known as the Cerulean Castle. It's gates were still burning as they passed through. The streets were filled with blood … all would need to be purified, and once the killing was finished and the bodies lined up on pyres or thrown into the pit, Jishu would lead the prayers, along with the other nuns of her sect who had traveled with her from the temple. "Come, girl. Do not grieve over justice done," she said to Miyoko, her voice soft and calm as ever.
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Miyoko Omaharu
Established
Roleplay posts: 38
Age: 15
Physical Description: Daughter of Daimyo Nobuhide. Samurai in training.
Registered: May 5, 2017 0:23:49 GMT -8
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Post by Miyoko Omaharu on Dec 21, 2017 1:50:43 GMT -8
Gagged and tied she remained behind, on her knees on the muddy ground. She was still covered with slatters of blood from the men she had killed. Her eyes wandered around her, but they saw little. Her body felt weak as if she was ill with a heavy flu. The only time she looked up was when her father was brought into the courtyard. He looked nothing like the man that she knew. His hair fall around his face as only strands were left in his normally perfect bun. His eyes were dull and empty. The man who had always told her that she shouldn't be afraid of death, now seemed like death was all he wanted. He didn't speak, he didn't see, he was just an empty shell who's soul had already left this world. Her life felt like a lie. Even her father couldn't do the things he had tried to make her believe. She felt madness rise inside of her and just then The Iron Crane started to speak again.
She couldn't even breath as the woman was talking about her families faith. She just held her breath as if her very breathing would be loud enough to make her unable to hear. When the words finally came out of the mouth of the Iron Crane that her father would be hanged she couldn't help herself. She took a deep breath in and shouted with all her voice could carry. EVen though the sound was muffled by her gag, she was heard. The tears started to stream. She was so lost in the moment she didnt even hear the part where she would live. What was going to happen to her mother? Did they have her too? Did she escape? Thought ran through her rapidly, her head almost bursting as she was dragged to her feet and led away from the courtyard. She tried to fight it, but she couldnt. Her shoes were soon dirty with the mud as she tried to put her feet down, but was simply dragged on. In the end the dreadful feeling of weakness returned and she just hung there, not even trying to walk, dragged to wherever they wanted her to go.
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Shiori
Established
Roleplay posts: 34
Age: 19
Physical Description: By most standards, Shiori is nothing short of breathtaking. She's filled out in all the right areas and slender in all others, with sharp, almost foxlike features and cunning eyes. Her long, brown hair is usually done up in a multitude of complicated hairstyles as she works but is often lazily braided on her personal time.
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Clothes and Equipment: Shiori's clothing is usually very revealing, made to accentuate her features to maximum effect. Despite this, she somehow finds a way to hide a multitude of weapons within it. From hairpins with dangerously sharp tips, fans made of iron, venom-coated nails, and poison-imbued rouge, this woman has no shortage of ways to commit murder.
If all else fails and Shori finds she must engage in combat, she usually has a kaiken hidden away.
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Allegiances: Tawakoshi
Registered: Dec 8, 2017 14:16:29 GMT -8
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Post by Shiori on Dec 30, 2017 14:08:34 GMT -8
Upon returning from the outlying villages, Shiori observed the ending battle, holding her company back with an outstretched hand. "Wait," she hissed. Smoke rose into the air, blood stained the snow, bodies littered the ground. She searched for a banner, any telltale colors on the soldier's armor, anything that would give away their identity.
"Sen-Chan," whispered Shiori. "Most of those bodies are Omaharu soldiers. The gates have been forced open." She turned to face the duo, her eyes narrowed angrily. "We may need a change of plans, as it seems we may have a change in leadership. The Pink Lotus was our goal, but we must figure out who has infiltrated Tokhung and gather intelligence. The Sparrow and I will not come by any harm, but..." Her eyes focused on Kaen. "The Hawk stands out, even as a cripple. We must find another way to sneak you in, and then keep you hidden from there."
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Sen
Established
Onmitsu
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 17
Physical Description: A plain-looking peasant girl, normally dressed in work clothes. She seems pleasant enough, though a little rough around the edges. She is well-able to defend herself ... those mountains are a hard place to live.
Allegiances: Tawakoshi
Registered: Sept 4, 2017 1:45:29 GMT -8
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Post by Sen on Dec 30, 2017 15:06:21 GMT -8
Sen observed the smoke, blood, bodies and the aftermath of battle with a tight lipped look, a slight frown forming between her brows. It wasn't what she expected, at all. And if these were Omaharu who had been defeated, then the chances of finding Noguchi were slim indeed. If he was dead, they would never know who hired the bandits, but if he wasn't, he would flee, which meant he could be anywhere. The need for information gathering was far greater now that it had been – clearly no one in Kiyonai would have heard about this yet. Who was it who had killed the Omaharu and entered the city? She didn't see a banner she recognised. “Yes,” she said to Shiori. “You're also a little conspicious, cardinal,” she twitched the corner of her mouth up in a wry smile. “You two should hide, while I ask around some of the townsfolk.” There were plenty of dwellings outside the city walls, many of which had been abandoned. Senushered them into one, and put down her woodcutter's pack to be more mobile. “Stay in here and wait,” she said, leaving the two to their own devices while she left to talk to a few fleeing townsfolk and peasants. “Don't worry,” she said very quietly to Kaen, “Shiori won't 'do' anything to you.” She returned shortly after, with a bundle of clothes and rags in her arms. “It's chaos. All I could find out was that the city was invaded by an army led by a woman, or an army of onna-bugeisha, or an army of nuns. Apparently Nobuhide has been executed, or cut his belly open, or threw himself from the top of the castle. At any rate, you two should put these on.” She handed them peasants' clothing. Female peasants' clothing. “Kaen-dono, it's best if you dress as a woman. Whoever this female general is, she apparently has been killing menfolk, especially ones of your noble status. Shiori-chan, I'm sorry but you will need to be a sparrow too for now.” “I suggest that we offer ourselves to the victors of the battle, and say that we will help treat the wounded. That should get us inside.” Most of the other rags she had found could conceivably be bused as bandages. She looked dubiously at Kaen Kogoeshinu. “You can do that, right?” she asked. He had clearly had experience of wounds judging by the scars on his body, but maybe more receiving and dealing them, than helping to treat them. |
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Kaen Kogoeshinu
Committed
Roleplay posts: 68 
Age: 27
Registered: May 23, 2017 23:35:01 GMT -8
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Post by Kaen Kogoeshinu on Dec 31, 2017 23:01:46 GMT -8
Kaen's blue eye rigorously scanned the battlefield, taking in the sights, the smell of fire and death. Kaen would cast aside this stick, no longer having a need for it. He would kneel over his blue eye scanning over the battlefield dead. His expression looked concerned as he closed the eyes of one dead soldier.
Kaen stood up adjusting the cloth covered swords on his back, "Yes, I see this plan us in shambles." Kaen inclined his head towards Shiori, "Yes we both stand out no?"
He smiled softly shifting his gaze to Sen, he grinned a little as he whispered "Good thing I brought the rope." He chuckled softly to himself. As Sen left Kaen walked over to a table laying his swords on it. He then pulled off the router layer of his disguise, so only the black and white kimono remained. He took off the hair wrap revealing his black hair in a top knot a streak coming from the bangs over his left eye. Lastly the eye bandage revealing a fiery red eye. His gaze fell upon Shiori, "Well this has been eventful day." He said walking back.to.the table unwrapping his swords, inspecting them closely.
Kaen took the clothes that was handed to him, and without hesitation he stripped down in front of the ladies, he stretched a bit. "Well this will be a new experience." He said with a chuckle. Kaen pulled the tie from his hair letting I down, the length of it going to the mid part of his back.
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Shiori
Established
Roleplay posts: 34
Age: 19
Physical Description: By most standards, Shiori is nothing short of breathtaking. She's filled out in all the right areas and slender in all others, with sharp, almost foxlike features and cunning eyes. Her long, brown hair is usually done up in a multitude of complicated hairstyles as she works but is often lazily braided on her personal time.
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Clothes and Equipment: Shiori's clothing is usually very revealing, made to accentuate her features to maximum effect. Despite this, she somehow finds a way to hide a multitude of weapons within it. From hairpins with dangerously sharp tips, fans made of iron, venom-coated nails, and poison-imbued rouge, this woman has no shortage of ways to commit murder.
If all else fails and Shori finds she must engage in combat, she usually has a kaiken hidden away.
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Allegiances: Tawakoshi
Registered: Dec 8, 2017 14:16:29 GMT -8
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Post by Shiori on Jan 1, 2018 19:09:19 GMT -8
Shiori gave Sen and Kaen a rare grin when she returned with the dowdy clothing. She swiftly shed her silks and fancy hair ornaments and donned her new outfit. "Sorry? For what? Giving me a chance to stop acting like a whore?" A faint smile remained on her lips as she rubbed off her rouge and powder. Though still pale, Shiori's age became apparent. Where she seemed like a grown woman before, now it was clear that she was around Sen's age, both no more than teenagers.
Combing her fingers through her hair, she turned to face Kaen. "You do not know the half of it, Kaen-dono. Or is that too direct?" Slyly, she switched glances between the two. Not that they were being discreet, but such matters did not pass by her so easily.
"Do not tie your hair up: your jaw is too masculine. The soldiers will make this distinction with ease, so you must hide it. Relax your shoulders and walk with little steps, not wide strides. If you follow these directions, we just might get past without trouble," she said to the samurai.
Shiori picked up one of the ornaments that had been sitting in her hair and handed it to Sen. "Take this," she told her, though as soon as Sen would reach to take it, she would pull back. "It is a needle inside of a piece of bamboo and it is coated with poison that will make you very sick so be very careful. Hide it in your sleeve." Once she thought Sen had the idea in her head that the weapon was incredibly dangerous, she handed it back to her. Several were hidden on Shiori's person.
"Are we ready?"
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Sen
Established
Onmitsu
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 17
Physical Description: A plain-looking peasant girl, normally dressed in work clothes. She seems pleasant enough, though a little rough around the edges. She is well-able to defend herself ... those mountains are a hard place to live.
Allegiances: Tawakoshi
Registered: Sept 4, 2017 1:45:29 GMT -8
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Post by Sen on Jan 2, 2018 13:25:19 GMT -8
While Kaen was stripped down, Sen bundled up some cloth and tied a length of it around Kaen's chest to make a fake bust. Giving it a quick squeeze to make sure the bosoms were a reasonable shape she looked up at him with a quick flirtatious smile. “There, now you look a little more womanly...” After Shiori gave her advice on how he should move, which was all good, she added “and if you have to talk, make sure to use women's language. Be polite and don't go calling yourself 'ore-sama'.” Sen was not in the least surprised when Shiori looked completely different after her transformation. “Hm... and I'm quite looking forward to getting back into the silken gowns with red lining again,” she replied. She put her hand over Shiori's that held the weapon, and although no sound came out she shook with laughter. Shaking her head to decline Shiori's offer, she said, once she had recovered, “You keep it. My sleeves are already more than full.” Did this girl take her for a complete amateur? Perhaps her “simple peasant girl” disguise was a little too convincing. “Do not forget I've been in this business since I was carried on my mother's back,” she said. It seemed that they were indeed ready to go. Three peasant women approached the city gate to request entry into the troubled capital of Tokhung. Sen presented herself to whatever guards Lady Sayaka Yukimoto had left at the gate, and explained, “Please let us inside the city, we wish to help your army's wounded. All of us suffered under the Omaharu rule.” |
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Lady Sayaka Yukimoto
Established
The Iron Crane, Daimyo of Tokhung
Roleplay posts: 27
Physical Description: The Iron Crane was blessed, or cursed, with stark white hair and pale blue eyes. There are many rumors on why this is -- her soul is pure and driven? her heart is cold as snow? But no facts. Her build is lean and sleek, a warrior's body with with a woman's gentle curves. She is of average height.
Clothes and Equipment: She usually wears pale blues and greens to accent her hair and eyes. When she is not at war or on the field, she wears a woman's traditional kimono. When she is, she dresses as a man with blue-and-white hued armor, crane wings present on her helm, and primarily wields a jumonji yari (if she ever faces combat; pictured in signature). Her ivory-handled katana is always with her but rarely used, and is rumored to be able to control the wind.
Allegiances: Clan Yukimoto, Tokhung... and now Tawakoshi (through Lord Hizashi, Regent of Tawakoshi)
Registered: Sept 19, 2017 16:17:16 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Sayaka Yukimoto on Jan 2, 2018 15:17:23 GMT -8
Before the guards could respond to the three s t r a n g e r s that had approached the broken-gates, a compact, green-armored samurai marched toward them. The delicate details of the armor and its masterwork made it obvious that this was clearly one of the Iron Crane's lieutenants. Their armored hands lifted to untie the mask beneath the helm, then lift the helm off to hand it to one of the handful of warriors that had followed the lieutenant, and she called to the guards. "Omaharu Nobuhide has fallen, as has his lieutenants. We have won the city, but stay on your guard." The woman's thick black hair was drawn back into a top knot, and her face was smeared with soot and blood. It was clear that she was onna-bugeisha, and even more clearly, she was used to wielding command. Her gaze, however, was as jade-green as her armor as she looked at the strangers. " Who are you?" she asked them directly, her tone to indicate that she did not expect any sass-talk from the "women" and expected to be answered and respected as any would to samurai. |
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Kaen Kogoeshinu
Committed
Roleplay posts: 68
Age: 27
Registered: May 23, 2017 23:35:01 GMT -8
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Post by Kaen Kogoeshinu on Jan 5, 2018 4:57:59 GMT -8
Kaen walked with short step "her" hands cupped in each other, "her" head lowed, black hair spilling from "her" head. It was enough to cover the side of "her" face and th silver section of "her" bangs covering the left eye. Kaen admits, this was new, and he felt naked without his swords, but "she" has a job to do. "Her" gaze remained down, not looking as they walked.
Suddenly they were back at the front gates again. Kaen's gaze remained lowered as "she" stood behind the two woman. Kane gaze never wavered from the ground "her" stature was mimicking a housemaid. Even as Sen spoke "she" remained quiet but when a different voice spoke, he was curious. "Her" blue eye looked up, but "her" head never moved. He saw the female samurai, "her" eye glinted a little with interest.
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Shiori
Established
Roleplay posts: 34
Age: 19
Physical Description: By most standards, Shiori is nothing short of breathtaking. She's filled out in all the right areas and slender in all others, with sharp, almost foxlike features and cunning eyes. Her long, brown hair is usually done up in a multitude of complicated hairstyles as she works but is often lazily braided on her personal time.
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Clothes and Equipment: Shiori's clothing is usually very revealing, made to accentuate her features to maximum effect. Despite this, she somehow finds a way to hide a multitude of weapons within it. From hairpins with dangerously sharp tips, fans made of iron, venom-coated nails, and poison-imbued rouge, this woman has no shortage of ways to commit murder.
If all else fails and Shori finds she must engage in combat, she usually has a kaiken hidden away.
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Allegiances: Tawakoshi
Registered: Dec 8, 2017 14:16:29 GMT -8
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Post by Shiori on Jan 6, 2018 10:19:22 GMT -8
"We are from the outlying villages. We can help treat your wounded. After such a battle, anyone would need extra hands," Shiori told the samurai woman before them. Shiori's whole life revolved around telling convincing lies, and her expression rightly portrayed that of a young woman who seemed defeated, perhaps slightly overwhelmed.
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Sen
Established
Onmitsu
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 17
Physical Description: A plain-looking peasant girl, normally dressed in work clothes. She seems pleasant enough, though a little rough around the edges. She is well-able to defend herself ... those mountains are a hard place to live.
Allegiances: Tawakoshi
Registered: Sept 4, 2017 1:45:29 GMT -8
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Post by Sen on Jan 8, 2018 12:21:23 GMT -8
So, there really was an army of samurai women, or at least an army containing samurai women. Sen was impressed. It was a rare enough sight to see a woman in armour, although she had heard of onna-bugeisha, never mind one who had clearly been taking part very thoroughly in a bloody battle. She immediately bowed as low as was possible while still standing, and gave a subtle pull on Kaen’s sleeve to do the same. Shiori could work things out for herself, but Kaen probably wasn’t used to showing submission so easily. “Please, we are humble folk, but we are so glad to see Omaharu fall. The taxes near starve us every year. We are glad to see justice from your noble Lady, samurai-sama,” she said, making sure her voice trembled a little with fear. It wasn't too difficult to invoke, given that the samurai could easily chop off their heads if she wanted and no one would bat an eyelid. It wasn’t unlikely that the Omaharu taxed the peasants to starvation, and at any rate these warriors was most likely believe ill of their enemy. “Let us help in whatever small way we can.”
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Keiko Tanaka
New
Faithful Lieutenant to the Iron Crane
Roleplay posts: 2
Age: Mid-twenties
Physical Description: ~
Keiko is average in height, with long, thick, dark hair that is almost always in a bun. She has tanned skinned from the hours she had worked in the rice fields as a young girl, and was blessed with jade eyes that have "blessed" her in life. She has an hourglass shape, toned with her dedication to the arts of a warrior.
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Clothes and Equipment: Keiko has functional armor and katana that are decorated in shades of green, as the color has become identified with her in her circles. When not in her armor, she is in simple but well-made dress, usually with a jade comb or jewelry on hand.
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Registered: Jan 9, 2018 9:23:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keiko Tanaka on Jan 9, 2018 10:28:50 GMT -8
There were many civilians that were trying to get OUT of the city, and many more that were rushing the misted hills around them. Someone handed Keiko a wet rag and she used it to mop her face, strands of her dark hair sticking to her forehead and her temple, wiping away most of the blood save for what was already matted and dried to her skin.
"We do need extra hands. We have wounded civilians to the West and the South where our assault was the heaviest." She nodded to the male guards who stepped back and allowed the three women to come through. It didn't appear that Keiko recognized she had been bowed to -- she might have been too preoccupied with actual concerns, or she simply might not have noticed, or it might not have mattered to her at all.
"Get their names," Keiko said with a brisk tone to one of the men standing by, gesturing to the three women. "And escort them to the medical tents." Above the rooftops and through some of the smoke of the city, billowing red flags with the white markings made it obvious where the relief tents were.
She made to step away, but then turned back to the women, looking each of them in the eye. "It should be understood that if you try to harm any of the citizens, or anyone, you will be promptly killed. The Iron Crane has put in martial law, and any more fighting with be dealt with no tolerance. Aid us, and you are promised a home and food with the Iron Crane. All women are safe under her wings." She turned half away and paused. "As are their families," she seemed to add as an after-thought before finally walking away.
The male guard that had originally stopped them waved a hand to the women.
"Follow me," and they were lead into the bowels of the city.
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Kaen Kogoeshinu
Committed
Roleplay posts: 68
Age: 27
Registered: May 23, 2017 23:35:01 GMT -8
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Post by Kaen Kogoeshinu on Jan 13, 2018 1:26:09 GMT -8
Kaen looked down again avoiding the woman's gaze, his blue eye however watching her with interest, Kaen had to commend a woman that wields authority. A small smile appeared on his face.
As she walked away Kaen watched her, impressed he turned his head to the guard, and at a higher pitch he said softly"Aiko Fujita" His eye now trained on the guard. Kaen's eye now trained on him, bit keeping his head lowered.
He followed the guard taking small step with his hands in his sleeves. His eyes examining the alleys, the signs of battle the chaos that just was. His eye past glances to his companions.
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Shiori
Established
Roleplay posts: 34
Age: 19
Physical Description: By most standards, Shiori is nothing short of breathtaking. She's filled out in all the right areas and slender in all others, with sharp, almost foxlike features and cunning eyes. Her long, brown hair is usually done up in a multitude of complicated hairstyles as she works but is often lazily braided on her personal time.
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Clothes and Equipment: Shiori's clothing is usually very revealing, made to accentuate her features to maximum effect. Despite this, she somehow finds a way to hide a multitude of weapons within it. From hairpins with dangerously sharp tips, fans made of iron, venom-coated nails, and poison-imbued rouge, this woman has no shortage of ways to commit murder.
If all else fails and Shori finds she must engage in combat, she usually has a kaiken hidden away.
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Allegiances: Tawakoshi
Registered: Dec 8, 2017 14:16:29 GMT -8
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Post by Shiori on Jan 14, 2018 19:24:55 GMT -8
Shiori was ahead of Sen, bowing moments before she prompted Kaen. "Understood," she told her before she departed. She turned her attention to the male guard, striding into the city behind him.
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Sen
Established
Onmitsu
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 17
Physical Description: A plain-looking peasant girl, normally dressed in work clothes. She seems pleasant enough, though a little rough around the edges. She is well-able to defend herself ... those mountains are a hard place to live.
Allegiances: Tawakoshi
Registered: Sept 4, 2017 1:45:29 GMT -8
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Post by Sen on Jan 15, 2018 14:40:22 GMT -8
“Thank you,” Sen replied to the female samurai. She gave her name to the male guard as “Suzume,” and since Shiori didn’t give one, added, “and my younger sister, Hana.” They followed the guard into the city, although Sen exchanged a glance with Shiori. Did they want to actually go help the wounded, or peel off as soon as possible and get lost in the chaos of the streets?
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