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Post by Deleted on Mar 25, 2018 23:03:29 GMT -8
It was over. The last few were left dead to bleed into the grass, and those that had sought to escape inevitably found their deaths instead.
The roar of panic and battle trailed off into something much quieter, more of panicked whimperings and pleading for mercy. A small handful, not even a dozen, would have pressed themselves against the sheer rock of the overlook with weapons tossed aside and palms pressed to the back of their heads - a pure desperation to try and save their lives. Frantic eyes were looking about at those forces of the Azamuku and the bodies of their comrades lying mangled and bloody on the ground.
They only had this mine for just a few days... and they lost it. The Tiger would have their heads for this, if they had to report to him. And where was their commander Suk-Ja?
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Shogun Takehiko of the Haitaka
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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 Mar 25, 2018 23:13:47 GMT -8
"Secure those prisoners. Find Suk-Ja! I want her head! Shinobi! Search the outlying area, ensure she didn't slip through our net!" His orders were simple and his troops began to comb the dead for Suk-Ja while a few went over to the surrendered foes with rope and bound them and the Shinobi vanished into shadow to hunt down Suk-Ja in the surrounding country side.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 25, 2018 23:52:27 GMT -8
The men could not and would not fight as they were secured - at least they were alive. A pair of the prisoners huddled close together after they were bound, one consoling the other.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 25, 2018 23:56:24 GMT -8
It went without word - the shadows that were poised for battle within the trees hadn't moved as they hadn't been needed, but with the command they shifted away into the trees to search for the missing Fusei commander. A whisper amongst them was a bit of concern as Makoto had yet to return, either.
The Fusei scum remaining were bound tightly with little mercy, arms to the sides and wrists behind the back - to ensure there was no fighting back. The battle was their's.
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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 Mar 26, 2018 0:01:21 GMT -8
"When the fires die in the mines search them for her corpse. She wouldn't have survived if she was trapped within." After he gave his order stepped up to a wounded Fusei on the ground. He glared at the wounded vandal and then slit his throat with a swift slice. "Put down any wounded you find as you go."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2018 1:13:44 GMT -8
The fires wouldn't die for a few hours as the oil was burned away and much of the wooden supports and structures of the mines within. It would take some time to rebuild to continue mining, especially after a few portions of the tunnels suffered a collapse as their structural support suffered from the fires. But that didn't stop those present from helping skim the fallen bodies to end those monsters that managed to narrowly miss death. Such a pity that Death came around a second time.
The shinobi would not return for over an hour.
As the blaze began to recede within the mines, men would carefully begin to search inside in earnest for some idea of the loses within - and for the missing Fusei commander.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2018 1:15:56 GMT -8
The prisoners were relatively quiet, though some frantic. The idea of rotting in a cell was less than pleasing, but so was the idea of having to report defeat and loss of the newly acquired mines to their Lord.
One of the two young men consoling would finally bring a pair of fearful, yet determined eyes up and try to look directly at Lord Haitaka - hoping to catch his gaze.
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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 Mar 31, 2018 12:35:15 GMT -8
Haitaka felt the gaze and turned to see who was staring his way. His eyes grew hard and cold when he found it to be one of the captured foes.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2018 20:41:28 GMT -8
The eyes peering out of the armored mask were intimidating, and the Fusei man found it impossible to keep his eyes up as soon as that demonic stare drilled straight through him. But he had a task to do, a mission. He managed to flick his eyes up a little, though hardly anything to look the Haitaka in the eyes again. He mouthed a few words quietly before dipping his head down low - something of a bow.
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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 Apr 1, 2018 3:13:11 GMT -8
Haitaka could not hear him. He walked over, stepping over two bodies. He placed the back of his blade's tip to the foes chin and rose his head to meet his eyes. "Speak up," he commanded venomously.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2018 4:02:53 GMT -8
The moment the steel pressed to the man's chin he began to tremble, as did the young man beside him - whose eyes were on that sword. Between the pair of them, the elder was in his late teens while the younger barely scraping into them. The elder's eyes would lift to meet those of the Shogun once more, and he swallowed a lump in his throat before he was able to speak again. "M-My lord... Suk-Ja left. She slipped out a-after the men came back, while it was dark... I do not know where. She said nothing.
"P-Please, my lord..." His voice stuck in his throat as he dared to plea. If Haitaka would let him, he would press himself low despite his bonds and press his brow to the earth - bowing as low as he possibly could. "... I... I would beg for your mercy... for a favor..."
Several vicious leers were settled on the two of them from their comrades. What was this little maggot attempting to do?
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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 Apr 2, 2018 0:34:08 GMT -8
The shogun narrowed his eyes and said nothing. However the blade did not pierce the vagabond's throat, perhaps a sign of a receptive ear.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2018 0:44:46 GMT -8
There was a grumble from another bandit; something about keeping his trap shut.
The fact he was still alive gave the young man a glimmer of hope, though he still remained quiet for just a moment or two longer... just in case that blade was only hesitating to slit his throat and end his life there. He became light-headed as it became clear he wasn't dead yet. He was pushing fate at this point, but he had to try.
He swallowed hard and tried to speak, his voice having gone just a little quieter in fear. "M-My brother... ... he's not of these men." His eyes would glance to his side for just a split second, indicating the young man he was consoling mere minutes ago. "He, he's never hurt anyone... never stole. Nothing. Pl... Please, spare him. Let him go home."
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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 Apr 2, 2018 2:26:21 GMT -8
The shogun continued his hard glare. He lowered his blade. "You don't understand. We are at war. He is an enemy. If I let him go he'll turn around and try to fight me. See I know this for a fact, because the moment my father died by your peoples hands I vowed to destroy you all; just as he would vow to destroy me. ....However... I will give your brother the mercy of a quick death, something you and your... fellows... will wish for yourselves before the end."
He walked away, leaving the Fusei to contemplate his words.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2018 2:36:52 GMT -8
They are no friends of mine, he thought. The blade lowering from his chin let him take a breath with a little more ease, and he let his head bow low as the reality of the situation settled in. They were at war... the pair of them swept up into the midst of it, no fault of their own, and this was it.
The younger of the two scooted closer to his older brother, looking helplessly at him. "But we aren't with them, Shota," he whimpered, tears already starting to well in his eyes.
The older sat up, and nudged his brother with his shoulder in a gentle fashion. "It'll be all right."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2018 2:51:02 GMT -8
The shinobi came back, trickling a few at a time, and saluted with heads low upon seeing their lord. Makoto was not among them, but Nori was the last to return. He appeared with fist in palm just as the other shadows, and bowed low. Sad to say, the irritation in his gaze was a clear sign they had come up empty-handed. "Forgive us, Lord Haitaka. She's slipped away somewhere and we cannot find her. We've searched out as far as we could without leaving you waiting for longer, and we can find no sign of her. I can only hope Makoto has had better luck and that's being why she's vanished." |
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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 Apr 2, 2018 3:49:22 GMT -8
Haitaka grimaced inside his mask. How? How did she get away? Dammit. "Search the corpses. Turn out their pockets, gather any weapons of decent make to take with us. Pile the bodies up and burn them. Prepare our dead for transport. We leave tomorrow."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2018 19:12:09 GMT -8
It would be done. Soldiers and swordsman alike moved to complete the tasks set upon them - and there was plenty to loot. After the result of the last raid upon the dead, a few of the samurai opted to do the searching themselves to ensure everything made it into the carts and not a single sliver of silver fell into a pocket. The soldiers would simply be employed to sift through the numbers of those searched and those not. Weapons were gathered up easily, and the miners were eager to assist. Anything to show their gratitude for their lives saved... and a chance to find distorted faces of their captors to remind them the horror was over for now.
The shinobi assisted where they could, manual labor hardly beneath them. They were all people at this moment in time, and their Lord was safe. The battle was over. Nori would personally see to the further binding of the prisoners - beginning a nice chain with coils of rope, of bound wrists to the neck of his comrade behind him. With a little forceful assistance of two more shinobi, they would be lined up and strung together with the two young men at the front of the chain - the youngest of the two at the start. This would leave them kneeling for as long as necessary - breaking formation would only choke others.
It would be fun to watch the discord when one threw a fit, he thought.
The day would pass uneventful. There were no sudden reinforcements of Fusei from the south. The day would pass quietly into the night with nothing more than changes of the guard. The men ate well after the fight, the women and wives and mothers happy to be free. The few children ran and laughed in childish games - seeming to have forgotten their ordeal for the time being. A soldier relished in the company of his son, who was still alive and just as happy to see him.
Makoto was still missing.
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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 Apr 8, 2018 0:38:24 GMT -8
Haitaka sat, smoking Suk-Ja's tobacco from a pipe that happened to be stashed in the cart. He was ready to move on in the morning but he was waiting... His "favorite" shinobi was seemingly missing in action. He wasn't exactly worried about her. She'd so up soon enough.
For the moment though he puffed on his trophy, though not the one he wanted, and observed the happy scene. It could have been much worse. These civilians could have been burned. The entire attack could have been a failure. He took some risks and was rewarded with victory. This time. He puffed deeply on the smoke and as he reflected on the situation.
The Fusei presence in the north, as he knew it, was wiped out completely. However it seemed that a major player of the enemy escaped. She would undoubtedly report these failures to the enemy. A reappraisal should be expected. If it is of any decent size or force it could be trouble. However... If he could eliminate the southern presence as well and secure the central valley... they would have no easy way into his lands. His people would be safe. However he did not have the numbers for such an endeavor. As he thought on the matter, a sordid plan came to mind.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2018 1:09:29 GMT -8
The sun was setting, and Nori was growing rather impatient. And a touch worried. It wasn't like Makoto to vanish like that without some task or purpose. And he had neither from her before she went poof. He had already sent scouting parties of shinobi pairs out at a time in hopes of finding something. He barked out again, an hour after the last search, and two more vanished off into the shadows to look again. He had the worst feeling something was wrong. "... the hell is she?" he grumbled to himself, pacing about a few trees.  It would be within another thirty minutes that the scouts returned, hurrying with care to haul a body between them. Makoto would be carefully settled on her side on the ground in the shade of the evening sunset, her limbs stiffened and motionless. She didn't seem to be breathing, either. However the cause was clear to the shinobi - it was a number of steel senbon needles piercing her body. It was extremely difficult to kill with them alone, but they were weapons made for precision and there were a number of them jammed along her spine, her few at her shoulders, one at the back of her neck and another behind her knee. Between the two that found her and Nori himself, they began to carefully remove them one at a time - having to be very cautious for jerking reactions to being released from certain ones. With a number of them removed the woman finally gasped a heaving breath, eyes snapping open wide and frantic for only a moment before she took in her surroundings. After a few more breaths she tried to move, only to wince in pain - unfortunately, she was lying on a stab wound on her left side amongst her ribs. "Hold still, Makoto-" The needle in her neck was plucked out, and her right hand shot out to take Nori by the neck in a hard grip - head remaining in the grass and never turning to look at him. She didn't have to. She let him choke for a moment before she spoke, ensuring to squeeze her fingers to get her point across. "I have been locked up in limbo, in binding pain for hours, unable to move even my fingers or even draw a full breath. Do not tell me to hold still, or I promise you that your next training when we get home WILL BE nerve training." |
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