Post by Saiko on Aug 29, 2011 7:03:38 GMT -5
[OOC: Hey guys, just started playing EE, and I'm really interested in getting into the whole RP aspect of it as well. Anyway, thought I should introduce myself.]
Amongst flowers, the cherry blossom; amongst men, the samurai
As the morning sun rose above the horizon, flooding his body with a tingling warmth that signaled the end of the dawn chill, Mirumoto Saiko opened his eyes from his morning meditations, and allowed the sights and smells of his homeland to flood his senses. He rose from his makeshift camp, packing away his supplies and tending to his horse, and wondered.
The Way of the Dragon had always been to choose your own path; this was known. As Saiko pondered upon his last few months of wandering, however, he couldn't help but feel that he would be mistrusted and outcast upon returning to his homeland. It was of no consequence; he had made an oath to return, and so he was. After 3 long years of wandering and training, he would be returning home.
As he strapped the last of his equipment to his horse and hoisted himself upon its back, Saiko smiled. Only time would tell his fate, although he knew his tale would not end here. He pointed himself towards the distant outline of Shiro Mirumoto, and began the final leg of his long journey...
Amongst flowers, the cherry blossom; amongst men, the samurai
As the morning sun rose above the horizon, flooding his body with a tingling warmth that signaled the end of the dawn chill, Mirumoto Saiko opened his eyes from his morning meditations, and allowed the sights and smells of his homeland to flood his senses. He rose from his makeshift camp, packing away his supplies and tending to his horse, and wondered.
The Way of the Dragon had always been to choose your own path; this was known. As Saiko pondered upon his last few months of wandering, however, he couldn't help but feel that he would be mistrusted and outcast upon returning to his homeland. It was of no consequence; he had made an oath to return, and so he was. After 3 long years of wandering and training, he would be returning home.
As he strapped the last of his equipment to his horse and hoisted himself upon its back, Saiko smiled. Only time would tell his fate, although he knew his tale would not end here. He pointed himself towards the distant outline of Shiro Mirumoto, and began the final leg of his long journey...
