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.
Registered: Jul 7, 2016 22:34:34 GMT -8
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Post by Shogun Takehiko of the Haitaka on Apr 8, 2018 1:21:20 GMT -8
Haitaka perked up a little, leaving his mindscape, "Oh. You found her. Well since you seem to be okay, what happened?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2018 2:25:49 GMT -8
Okay. The remark made Makoto want to sneer, but she would be fine. Her attitude would require a little adjusting when they got home - preferably with some warm sake and a hot meal. The wound in her side wasn't terribly deep - the score had been enough to spike her vision in red for just a split second. The fact that Suk-Ja slipped away again was infuriating, though. She was partially glad that her back was to Lord Haitaka. But for now she settled into lying back and letting the Shadow trainees tend to her, after letting Nori have his throat back. "She snuck out after things settled for the night, my Lord. When it was darkest before dawn. I trailed her, to see what she was doing. She left with no intent of coming back - headed as close to the trees along the mountains as she could get, for the central valley, I think.  "I stopped her. When it was clear she wasn't going to stop I feared her getting too far away, and I engaged her. She had a shadow, though - I didn't see him until he was already on top of me. I couldn't fend them both off, much less try to take her down. She scored me, but I scored her - I promise you," she added with a faint smirk behind her mask. "It will be difficult for her to try and blend into the commoners in Yuequi with that jagged mark over her face. But their shinobi, he managed to get behind me and get the first needle in. I was done. I thought I was dead, but the pain just intensified and stayed there at that point for... for hours, I think. I don't know. "Forgive me, Lord Haitaka, but I do not know what became of them after the world went dark. I would wager a guess that they are long gone by now." |
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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 8, 2018 16:47:07 GMT -8
"Your lucky to be alive then." He stated simply. "We need to head home first light and prepare for the Fusei's counter attack. They are sure to respond to this since a commander got away to report it." he puffed deeply on the pipe, happily enjoying his trophy tobacco, shame there wasn't a trophy pipe to go with it... "I need to talk to the head Kage as well." He didn't say why. He wasn't going to say why. Makoto would offer a moral dilemma that he didn't want to listen to right now.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2018 18:48:03 GMT -8
The last needle came out and Makoto jerked hard, letting out a breath of relief to finally have all the hindering points released so she could move properly again. She relished in the ability to roll over onto her hands and knees and lift herself up again. Granted, the wound ached in protest but it was minor by comparison. "Yes, Haitaka-dono," she murmured, forcing herself to rise despite her uneasiness. An offered hand from one of the trainees earned him a thump across the head from Nori. The night was quiet after Makoto's return, and still no changes. Things were peaceful; a quiet victory earned for Lord Haitaka and his men. The only ones not reveling in such a win were the prisoners, who were mostly quiet save for the occasional stir when remaining on their knees for prolonged periods of time was painful and maddening. But anything was quelled quickly with a bit of force and threats, which Nori took great pleasure in. Camps were well lit this evening as everyone began to settle for the night - save for a few men that were ensuring the covering and loading of their fallen for transport. A single man, a miner with a scarred eye, would approach the Shogun carefully and bow low - keeping low as he spoke until he heard the man speak and would only then lift his head to look upon the man. "My Lord, what would you have of us that live here?" |
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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 9, 2018 19:58:10 GMT -8
"Rebuild the mines. Get them operational and begin shipping your ores to me. You and your workers will be paid and fed well. We need the ore for weapons. Set up a lumber mill as well, we need wood just as much as steel for this endeavor. If you need more workers, simply request them and they will come." He took a drag off his pipe, "Know this. I plan to finish all the Fusei, your iron will make this possible. Work hard and work well."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2018 22:29:33 GMT -8
"Hai!" It was all the man could ask for - they could try to return to their lives before the invasion of the Fusei. Practically ecstatic, the man bowed his head in thanks a time or two more before running off to inform his family and those that were there of their orders. One wandered amongst the other mines and compiled a list and a request for men - some by name - and left this note with many thanks in the hands of a samurai commander to had delivered. When those needed arrived within the week, the mill would be in construction in no time. There was also a request for a detachment of soldiers to live in the village - where they would be housed and homed - to help in case there were any other issues with Fusei that were not too large.
Things were looking up, and would continue to do so as the sun rose the next morning.
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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 12, 2018 19:57:39 GMT -8
Haitaka was ready to move on. He left the surviving loot of the captured caravan to the village. Something small to ease the pains of this experience. He ordered the footmen, archers, and two shinobi to guard the village. The shinobi were put in command. Promises of a more permanent detachment of guardians were made, along with guarantees of the extra manpower.
The carts, now emptied, were to be used to carry those that were injured and those that died back to Yeique.
Haitaka sat upon his horse patiently awaiting the rest of his forces to be fully prepared for their journey home.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2018 5:58:04 GMT -8
The shinobi were a little startled at their new commands to guard the miners' village, but they would do their lord's bidding without question. Upon the dawn, the villagers were escorted back into their homes to try and settle their lives back while those of the guarding unit ordered to defend would carefully sift through the ashes of the mines again once more before allowing the workers back into the tunnels.
The dead were wrapped and settled into the empty carts to bring them home. The samurai were ready. With a word of Lord Haitaka, they would begin the march home - hearts heavy with the reality of their losses, but they were also aware that they had won a great many victories in turn. For every man familiar with battle or war, as they were, the numbers were small compared to the Fusei counts slaughtered. It was time to 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.
Registered: Jul 7, 2016 22:34:34 GMT -8
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Post by Shogun Takehiko of the Haitaka on Apr 15, 2018 22:54:26 GMT -8
"Let us be off." He stated simply. He urged his horse to action and began trotting home and a relaxed but hearty speed.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2018 23:05:06 GMT -8
The mines have been wrestled from the brief control of the Fusei and now are, once again, manned by the Shogunate of Dongshu.
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