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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2018 7:35:01 GMT -8
A massive, sturdy yet elegant sprawl of architecture that is the dwelling of the Shogun of Dongshu. Besides the family of the appointed warlord, the place also comfortably houses the royal advisors of the lord and the sorcerer of his court. There are a number of bedrooms fully and lavishly furnished, still a few empty for other family yet to come. There is also a grand dining room for large gatherings, as well as a general "throne room" for seeing visitors. A large stable for a number of practical, war and decorative horses are on the grounds. There is a temple of the Shaolin monks within the premises for a faction of the warriors that stay within the city, and another floor set beneath the very foundation - almost a second dwelling that is the secret home and training facility of the shinobi faction loyal to the Shogun. Soldiers patrol the premises and some samurai, as well.  |
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Shogun Takehiko of the Haitaka
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Roleplay posts: 149 
Age: 26
Physical Description: He stands about five feet, eight inches tall. His face is rugged. His hair is well groomed and solid black. His body is firm and toned, proof of his constant training to hone his skills.
Clothes and Equipment: Often he wears simple silk robes. In the event of being prepared for a fight however he dons a full set of armor.
The armor is dark blue, a carefully applied lacquer that coated the leather and steel scales and plates gave the material a dull glossy shine. Bright white threads weaved through the armor holding the plates in place, several of them were stained red with blood that could not be washed out, something Takehiko had no problem with. A horo of blue was also upon the armor, its edges trimmed with gold, a white tiger on the back and the Haitaka clan sigil emblazoned on each side of the front of the horo. Light blue silk kimono and black hakama were neatly folded beneath the armor and a thick white juban kimono is worn beneath the armor. A thick rope of weaved white, light blue, and dark blue fibers wrapped its self around the armors waist to hold his blade.
The blade is a simple but very very high quality katana.
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Post by Shogun Takehiko of the Haitaka on Jan 14, 2018 3:22:31 GMT -8
Takehiko arrived at his palace. With him was still the cart of stolen goods, a beautiful painted mare, and a young woman he rescued in the cart, and the blood of his enemies coating his clothing. He pushed the kasa up from covering his eyes so most can see just who he is. Still he meandered slowly into the grounds.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2018 3:47:59 GMT -8
The arrival of the man and the goods and the woman was enough to cause alarm and send guards running - but upon finding it was their lord the panic turned into a frenzy to tend to him. The cart would be turned over to a pair of soldiers with their commanding swordsman, though the woman in the back would have their attention before they opted to take it anywhere. One samurai, without any word from the Shogun commanding, would bark for aid to be brought immediately and several men took off across the grounds and into a few points of entry into the sprawling building. There were a pair of servants already shuffling out to wait at Takehiko's beck and call to clean his blade, bring him food or clothing - even in the main courtyard. It did not matter where, for if he ordered it then he would get it. And considering the state of the man, covered in blood... they would be quick to answer any request. One of the more seasoned samurai would appear from the side steps leading into a portion of the palace, his gata sandals clicking on the stone pavement. He was escorting a familiar face of the palace, Brother Rikuto of the temple. In his company were three more younger men in training of the temple. The young man looked upon the weathered woman in the cart, and a grim frown pulled at his lips. With a few quiet words he ushered his pupils forward, and they would carefully take the woman between them and carry her off into the temple settled in the eastern-most corner of the palace's grounds. Rikuto would move then to the Shogun, bowing his head low in proper respect. "Good evening, my lord." His eyes glanced over the stained attire of the man but made no visible shift in expression. "Where did you find that poor woman?" As the energy began to channel properly and much of the frenzy settled down, a woman would quietly exit into the courtyard and shuffle over towards the Shogun - moving with careful grace as her elegant kimono fluttered about her feet. |
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Shogun Takehiko of the Haitaka
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 149
Age: 26
Physical Description: He stands about five feet, eight inches tall. His face is rugged. His hair is well groomed and solid black. His body is firm and toned, proof of his constant training to hone his skills.
Clothes and Equipment: Often he wears simple silk robes. In the event of being prepared for a fight however he dons a full set of armor.
The armor is dark blue, a carefully applied lacquer that coated the leather and steel scales and plates gave the material a dull glossy shine. Bright white threads weaved through the armor holding the plates in place, several of them were stained red with blood that could not be washed out, something Takehiko had no problem with. A horo of blue was also upon the armor, its edges trimmed with gold, a white tiger on the back and the Haitaka clan sigil emblazoned on each side of the front of the horo. Light blue silk kimono and black hakama were neatly folded beneath the armor and a thick white juban kimono is worn beneath the armor. A thick rope of weaved white, light blue, and dark blue fibers wrapped its self around the armors waist to hold his blade.
The blade is a simple but very very high quality katana.
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Post by Shogun Takehiko of the Haitaka on Jan 14, 2018 8:11:03 GMT -8
"Washed upon our shore in a waterlogged crate that was being set upon by the badits that stole that cart, she came very close to a what I imagine was a fate worst than death." He clenched his fist at the thought of bandits being so bold as to make their raids reach all the way to the sea. He looked to the servants, "I would like a bath, have one prepared for me. A fresh set of clothes as well." He looked at his wife lady Etsuko and smiled, his fist came unclenched and his shoulders relaxed. His face, hands, and clothes still coated with blood he asked, "Will you be joining me dear?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2018 8:29:55 GMT -8
This was the face of her husband, and the blood staining his clothes didn't seem to visibly faze her in the slightest. She simply smiled warmly at him and came over to his side, cozying up beside him with gentle hands settling upon his arm as her eyes trailed up to his hard features. "Of course, my love, if that would please you," she replied sweetly.
The servants rushed off the moment the order was given.
Rikuto let his gaze trail after the temple doors where the woman had been taken through, still seeming very much bothered by her state. He turned his head to return his attention to the Shogun and looked at him with his brow furrowed in concern. "She looks terrible, my lord. I will do all I can. I would ask the assistance of Miss Makoto, if you would call her. I believe we will require her assistance." 
Not even a second before the name left on his breath did a figure come to shape and step out of the shade cast by a support beam of the overhanging roof by the palace gates. Yet another familiar figure to the Shogun, as the closest individual to a commander of the enigmatic Shogun Shadow order besides the master himself. Makoto stepped out into the fiery light of the evening and offered a low bow before coming to stand at a point between Lord Takehiko and the monk to complete the triangle. Her attire was similar to that of her lord - stained in blood that was likely just as fresh. Despite her mask, it was clear there was a grim hardness in her stare.
"You call and I answer," she would say, her tone low. Something was off. "Your arrival is well timed, Lord Haitaka. Sadly it arrives to find a terrible report."
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Shogun Takehiko of the Haitaka
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 149
Age: 26
Physical Description: He stands about five feet, eight inches tall. His face is rugged. His hair is well groomed and solid black. His body is firm and toned, proof of his constant training to hone his skills.
Clothes and Equipment: Often he wears simple silk robes. In the event of being prepared for a fight however he dons a full set of armor.
The armor is dark blue, a carefully applied lacquer that coated the leather and steel scales and plates gave the material a dull glossy shine. Bright white threads weaved through the armor holding the plates in place, several of them were stained red with blood that could not be washed out, something Takehiko had no problem with. A horo of blue was also upon the armor, its edges trimmed with gold, a white tiger on the back and the Haitaka clan sigil emblazoned on each side of the front of the horo. Light blue silk kimono and black hakama were neatly folded beneath the armor and a thick white juban kimono is worn beneath the armor. A thick rope of weaved white, light blue, and dark blue fibers wrapped its self around the armors waist to hold his blade.
The blade is a simple but very very high quality katana.
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Post by Shogun Takehiko of the Haitaka on Jan 14, 2018 8:44:23 GMT -8
Haitaka replied to his wife before the monk could speak, "Of course it would." His eye turned from his love to the monk as he began to speak. He was preparing to say something when the shinobi appeared. Haitaka didn't react in the least at the Shinobi's arrival but turned his gaze to her. "You look like you've been having as much as I have." He said noting the fresh blood on her clothes, "What is your report?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2018 8:53:04 GMT -8
Makoto took a breath before speaking, flexing the hand that was settled in her robe. She could still feel the ache from having it squeezed. Somehow she kept her gaze level with the warlord. "We dispatched a small group to one of the camps to the north... they came back. Two trainees are dead... ... and so is Ryu. They managed to bring him back. I tried to save him." She swallowed hard. "He bled out thirty minutes ago."
Rikuto bowed his head in silence, murmuring a quiet prayer. Even though he wasn't keen on the art of the shinobi, he wouldn't have wished harm or death on any of that division. They were men and women of a different talent, but human all the same. It was disheartening to hear that one of their long time members had died like that.
He would have to do everything he could for that woman brought in. He wouldn't see two deaths today. |
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Shogun Takehiko of the Haitaka
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 149
Age: 26
Physical Description: He stands about five feet, eight inches tall. His face is rugged. His hair is well groomed and solid black. His body is firm and toned, proof of his constant training to hone his skills.
Clothes and Equipment: Often he wears simple silk robes. In the event of being prepared for a fight however he dons a full set of armor.
The armor is dark blue, a carefully applied lacquer that coated the leather and steel scales and plates gave the material a dull glossy shine. Bright white threads weaved through the armor holding the plates in place, several of them were stained red with blood that could not be washed out, something Takehiko had no problem with. A horo of blue was also upon the armor, its edges trimmed with gold, a white tiger on the back and the Haitaka clan sigil emblazoned on each side of the front of the horo. Light blue silk kimono and black hakama were neatly folded beneath the armor and a thick white juban kimono is worn beneath the armor. A thick rope of weaved white, light blue, and dark blue fibers wrapped its self around the armors waist to hold his blade.
The blade is a simple but very very high quality katana.
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Post by Shogun Takehiko of the Haitaka on Jan 14, 2018 9:15:48 GMT -8
Takehiko wore a frown at the news but did nothing to show greif. "I want the shinobi out in force. I want to know everthing I can about the camps to the northwest and the southwest as soon as possible. I think it is time to put these monsters off of our door step. Take your time to mourn however... A clouded is mind is the death of a shinobi, from what I have been told. Ah, and do assist Brother Rukido however you can." He began to walk forward, crossing his arms as he did so
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Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2018 9:26:29 GMT -8
Makoto merely nodded in confirmation of his orders, knowing that their pursuits on infiltrating the camps would still be priority as it had been - after they grieved. But at least there was something to help distract her - Rikuto and his request. He would simply gesture with an open arm towards the temple doors, and escort the shinobi away. Etsuko would remain lodged at her husband's side, watching momentarily as the other two that were in conference with him as they walked away while they went a different direction - towards a nice, hot bath. Her smile faltered at all the news of the death and dismay, and with the faded smell of blood tickling her nose. "You've had quite a day, my dear," she would murmur up to him, bringing her head down carefully to rest upon his shoulder as she walked in stride with him. "Perhaps I can help ease the burden of today, if only for a little while. Shall I have some tea and a little food prepared before dinner?" she asked, stroking his arm over the silk of his kimono. |
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Shogun Takehiko of the Haitaka
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 149
Age: 26
Physical Description: He stands about five feet, eight inches tall. His face is rugged. His hair is well groomed and solid black. His body is firm and toned, proof of his constant training to hone his skills.
Clothes and Equipment: Often he wears simple silk robes. In the event of being prepared for a fight however he dons a full set of armor.
The armor is dark blue, a carefully applied lacquer that coated the leather and steel scales and plates gave the material a dull glossy shine. Bright white threads weaved through the armor holding the plates in place, several of them were stained red with blood that could not be washed out, something Takehiko had no problem with. A horo of blue was also upon the armor, its edges trimmed with gold, a white tiger on the back and the Haitaka clan sigil emblazoned on each side of the front of the horo. Light blue silk kimono and black hakama were neatly folded beneath the armor and a thick white juban kimono is worn beneath the armor. A thick rope of weaved white, light blue, and dark blue fibers wrapped its self around the armors waist to hold his blade.
The blade is a simple but very very high quality katana.
Registered: Jul 7, 2016 22:34:34 GMT -8
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Post by Shogun Takehiko of the Haitaka on Jan 15, 2018 2:17:33 GMT -8
Haitaka smirked slightly as he walked in usual meandering pace, "That would be nice, after the bath of course. I fear the smell of blood may ruin our appetite." The smirk faded, "I fear that our days like this may become lacking in the future. Soon we will be doing our best to destroy the bandits once and for all and I may be away from home for sometime. You and Ayane will have to get along in my absence." His eyes glanced over to his first wife to judge her reaction as they entered the interior of the palace.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2018 2:45:04 GMT -8
There was a sadness to cross her expression at his words, and she hugged his arm a little more tightly. "If that may be what comes... I just hope you will not be away too terribly long, and come home to us. Ayane and I have been growing closer, and I feel I will have to comfort her when you have to be away. She adores you greatly, you know." Etsuko would continue to walk beside her husband further into the palace as her own sandals were deposited upon the pavement outside - both her's and Takehiko's being quickly plucked up by awaiting servants. Her steps were careful and quiet as she led them both to the baths. Thankfully there was only one servant left and he was leaving a set of clothes for the pair of them before quickly ducking his head and scurrying out. |
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Shogun Takehiko of the Haitaka
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 149
Age: 26
Physical Description: He stands about five feet, eight inches tall. His face is rugged. His hair is well groomed and solid black. His body is firm and toned, proof of his constant training to hone his skills.
Clothes and Equipment: Often he wears simple silk robes. In the event of being prepared for a fight however he dons a full set of armor.
The armor is dark blue, a carefully applied lacquer that coated the leather and steel scales and plates gave the material a dull glossy shine. Bright white threads weaved through the armor holding the plates in place, several of them were stained red with blood that could not be washed out, something Takehiko had no problem with. A horo of blue was also upon the armor, its edges trimmed with gold, a white tiger on the back and the Haitaka clan sigil emblazoned on each side of the front of the horo. Light blue silk kimono and black hakama were neatly folded beneath the armor and a thick white juban kimono is worn beneath the armor. A thick rope of weaved white, light blue, and dark blue fibers wrapped its self around the armors waist to hold his blade.
The blade is a simple but very very high quality katana.
Registered: Jul 7, 2016 22:34:34 GMT -8
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Post by Shogun Takehiko of the Haitaka on Jan 15, 2018 3:31:45 GMT -8
With the last servant gone Takehiko began to disrobe. He removed his sword and gently placed it upon the fresh clothes. He undid his obi belt and haphazardly tossed on the floor, along with the rest of his clothing which he removed slowly and methodically.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2018 3:38:15 GMT -8
Etsuko was right there beside him, and would try to halt him as he began to undress. Instead, she would attempt to finish what he started - something about tending to him personally filled her with a sense of joy and pride. Bringing that smile to his face always made her day. When the last robe came off his shoulders to bare his skin she reached over into the rounded tub to test the water before he had the chance to try it. If it was too hot, there would be some serious scolding for particular servants. Fortunately, it was very warm - freshly filled. She smiled up to her husband and gently pressed her palm to his shoulder in an encouraging gesture for him to climb it. Assuming he did, she would work to disrobe herself next to join him in the bath. "... I glimpsed a woman being taken from that wagon you brought in," she finally spoke, looking down her body to tug the obi loose. "Did... the Fusei you killed, did they kidnap her?" she asked. |
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Shogun Takehiko of the Haitaka
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 149
Age: 26
Physical Description: He stands about five feet, eight inches tall. His face is rugged. His hair is well groomed and solid black. His body is firm and toned, proof of his constant training to hone his skills.
Clothes and Equipment: Often he wears simple silk robes. In the event of being prepared for a fight however he dons a full set of armor.
The armor is dark blue, a carefully applied lacquer that coated the leather and steel scales and plates gave the material a dull glossy shine. Bright white threads weaved through the armor holding the plates in place, several of them were stained red with blood that could not be washed out, something Takehiko had no problem with. A horo of blue was also upon the armor, its edges trimmed with gold, a white tiger on the back and the Haitaka clan sigil emblazoned on each side of the front of the horo. Light blue silk kimono and black hakama were neatly folded beneath the armor and a thick white juban kimono is worn beneath the armor. A thick rope of weaved white, light blue, and dark blue fibers wrapped its self around the armors waist to hold his blade.
The blade is a simple but very very high quality katana.
Registered: Jul 7, 2016 22:34:34 GMT -8
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Post by Shogun Takehiko of the Haitaka on Jan 15, 2018 4:08:09 GMT -8
Of course he would stop, a clear look of joy in his eyes at her simple act of devotion. At her signal to enter the tub he did so. He sunk into the tub, the blood that had tainted his skin quickly coming off into the warm water painting it a light scarlet. He leaned against the right side, his head was locked forward but a free eye observed his first wife undressing. "She was soon to be. I don't think she would have survived in their hands."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2018 4:22:17 GMT -8
The idea of being in the hands of those monsters, after all the stories she had heard and what she had witnessed as a very young woman - it made her shiver. But the last bit of silk slid off her white, creamy skin and she carefully stepped into the water to sink low and settle herself beside Takehiko - letting out a heavy sigh as the warmth enveloped her. She reached to the edge of the tub and plucked up a soft cloth from the flat surface, sinking it beneath the water for a moment or two before bringing it up - and beginning to gently scrub his face in small, stroking gestures as if he was delicate. "The poor thing... she looked so small from what I could see. I can't imagine being around those brutes." She subtly shook her head and tried to think on something else. The longer she sat beside him the more she began to feel warmer, and she began to snuggle up close to him as she moved to run the cloth along his neck and over his broad chest. "Mm, perhaps I should have Ayane summoned? Perhaps we can try to take your mind off of today?" |
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Shogun Takehiko of the Haitaka
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 149
Age: 26
Physical Description: He stands about five feet, eight inches tall. His face is rugged. His hair is well groomed and solid black. His body is firm and toned, proof of his constant training to hone his skills.
Clothes and Equipment: Often he wears simple silk robes. In the event of being prepared for a fight however he dons a full set of armor.
The armor is dark blue, a carefully applied lacquer that coated the leather and steel scales and plates gave the material a dull glossy shine. Bright white threads weaved through the armor holding the plates in place, several of them were stained red with blood that could not be washed out, something Takehiko had no problem with. A horo of blue was also upon the armor, its edges trimmed with gold, a white tiger on the back and the Haitaka clan sigil emblazoned on each side of the front of the horo. Light blue silk kimono and black hakama were neatly folded beneath the armor and a thick white juban kimono is worn beneath the armor. A thick rope of weaved white, light blue, and dark blue fibers wrapped its self around the armors waist to hold his blade.
The blade is a simple but very very high quality katana.
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Post by Shogun Takehiko of the Haitaka on Jan 15, 2018 4:58:01 GMT -8
Takehiko smiled a bit as he watched her enter the tub and looked into her eyes as she gently washed his face. "I've found it hard to focus on anything but you while we are in the baths." He grabbed the hand that was washing his face and brought it to his lips for a gentle kiss on the back of her hand.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2018 5:09:56 GMT -8
This brought a very comfortable smile to the woman's face, and she abandoned the rag into the water for now. She had his full attention and he had her's. Within moments she would happily instigate and crawl into his lap, looking to seize his lips in her own to start.
It would be over an hour later when both Etsuko and Lord Haitaka would be clean and freshly clothed, and headed towards the banquet hall for dinner. The wife was easily at his side as they walked, but they would find their walk interrupted for only a moment as a shadow in a corner of a hall came to life to reveal Makoto once again. The second-in-command shinobi would bow upon her appearance, in case she spooked either of them - though she had a feeling that both were a little more certain about her ability to do that. "Forgive my sudden intrusion, my Lord and Lady. I just wanted to ask a moment of your time, Lord, after you've feasted for the evening. The woman is alive, for now, but I wish you to see her upon your leisure. There is much to discuss in regards to her." |
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Shogun Takehiko of the Haitaka
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 149
Age: 26
Physical Description: He stands about five feet, eight inches tall. His face is rugged. His hair is well groomed and solid black. His body is firm and toned, proof of his constant training to hone his skills.
Clothes and Equipment: Often he wears simple silk robes. In the event of being prepared for a fight however he dons a full set of armor.
The armor is dark blue, a carefully applied lacquer that coated the leather and steel scales and plates gave the material a dull glossy shine. Bright white threads weaved through the armor holding the plates in place, several of them were stained red with blood that could not be washed out, something Takehiko had no problem with. A horo of blue was also upon the armor, its edges trimmed with gold, a white tiger on the back and the Haitaka clan sigil emblazoned on each side of the front of the horo. Light blue silk kimono and black hakama were neatly folded beneath the armor and a thick white juban kimono is worn beneath the armor. A thick rope of weaved white, light blue, and dark blue fibers wrapped its self around the armors waist to hold his blade.
The blade is a simple but very very high quality katana.
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Post by Shogun Takehiko of the Haitaka on Jan 15, 2018 5:31:17 GMT -8
He raised an eyebrow a bit higher than the other, "Then I would see her now." He looked his wife, "Start without me, I do not know how long I will be and I would not have your stomach lament at my absence." He stepped away from his wife toward Makoto, "Let us walk without shadow." He continued meandering in the direction of the temple where the young survivor was taken.
After a bit of distance was put between Haitaka and his wife, he spoke to the shinobi, "So what is it that has your interest so piqued?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2018 5:39:37 GMT -8
Etsuko looked a little distraught at her husband leaving, but she left him a quick peck on the cheek before leaving them in the direction of the dining hall. Makoto walked alongside the man, watching ahead of them rather than looking to him. Her expression was still hidden, her attire still as it was, but her voice expressed enough - she was serious on the edge of grim. "I don't know who she is, but Rikuto and myself have managed to keep her here in this world for now. She is in a comatose state - extremely weak and fragile, but she's not the common rabble. And I do not mean that in a royal variety. Wherever she came from, she was ruined and degraded - I'm certain of that. She had scars, many scars, and has suffered broken bones. She has endured much. There's so much there, I do not know where to begin." As they stepped out into the courtyard they could see Rikuto in the distance, standing by the open doors of the temple as he waited for them. |
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Shogun Takehiko of the Haitaka
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 149
Age: 26
Physical Description: He stands about five feet, eight inches tall. His face is rugged. His hair is well groomed and solid black. His body is firm and toned, proof of his constant training to hone his skills.
Clothes and Equipment: Often he wears simple silk robes. In the event of being prepared for a fight however he dons a full set of armor.
The armor is dark blue, a carefully applied lacquer that coated the leather and steel scales and plates gave the material a dull glossy shine. Bright white threads weaved through the armor holding the plates in place, several of them were stained red with blood that could not be washed out, something Takehiko had no problem with. A horo of blue was also upon the armor, its edges trimmed with gold, a white tiger on the back and the Haitaka clan sigil emblazoned on each side of the front of the horo. Light blue silk kimono and black hakama were neatly folded beneath the armor and a thick white juban kimono is worn beneath the armor. A thick rope of weaved white, light blue, and dark blue fibers wrapped its self around the armors waist to hold his blade.
The blade is a simple but very very high quality katana.
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Post by Shogun Takehiko of the Haitaka on Jan 15, 2018 5:54:45 GMT -8
He did not make any visible reaction to the news of her horrors. "I see. How horrible. To think that she was almost in the hands of the bandits as well. ... What can you tell me for certain? Could she be a shinobi as well? I hear tell of some rather horrific training methods that are sometimes used to train those in your... profession."
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