Post by Shoju on Jan 10, 2012 14:31:48 GMT -5
This is a post to sort of give some direction to what happens to the Snake Clan after I go crazy, and split. Several people have asked about it, so I figured it was a good time to handle it. This RP is open to anyone who might find themselves in a position to talk with the Snake Clan, or the travelers involved.
Tamihei Bonfei had circled around several times. His mind was flooded with what had happened that night. The Scorpion, and a Phoenix... Sho.. Sho something, had ambushed the camp, killed the guards. Killed... Tenshi.
His Champion. The man, who had given him purpose succumbed to the darkness inside all of them that night. He had broken his own rules, and oaths that he had set forth for the Snake. And then, he gave the mantle of Champion to Bonfei....
Twice now, Bonfei had left for home, but couldn't make himself keep moving that way. Unong, and the rest of the clan would want to know what happened, and tell them... Well, telling them that Their leader, Their hope for a life outside of the Shadowlands, had fallen apart, and dishonored himself like that... well... He just wasn't ready to do that. He rode back past the camp one last time. the smoke had died down, and there, in the middle of the camp was Shoju's No-Dachi, Thrust in the ground, and left there.
Bonfei had heard the rumors. The No-Dachi had been forged before the Snake Clan. When Shoju was just another tool in the hands of the Spider. When Shoju was just looking for vengeance upon Senshi. Some said the blade was cursed. But Bonfei knew better. Bonfei knew what Shoju was. A Samurai, A Magistrate, A skilled Maho-Tsukai, and a budding smith of weaponry. This blade had been a culmination of many things. This blade encompassed the entirety of the being that had been Tamihei Shoju.
Bonfei dismounted, and walked towards the blade. He could hear its faint whisper as he approached. He stood and stared at the No-Dachi protruding from the ground for a moment. He debated taking the blade, even as the blade whispered in his mind. The blade wanted to be wielded. The blade wanted to have a purpose. Certainly, the Snake Clan were best suited for the task yes?
Bonfei sighed heavily, and walked to the blade, and held his hand out, shaking like a leaf, at the edge of it, hovering... waiting... fearful, of what would happen when his hand touched the No-Dachi. As he siezed it, The voice in the blade screamed in his head. He wasn't Shoju, but he was familiar.
Bonfei remounted the horse, and headed for home. If it could even be called a home. As he rode with the No-Dachi strapped to his back, the No-Dachi's whispering became less, and it seemed less.
It seemed that The blade was a manifestation of purpose. With Shoju wielding it, its purpose was to kill Senshi. With Bonfei wielding it, its purpose had yet to be discerned.
As Bonfei rode back into the ruins of Otosan Uchi, he saw that many things had changed. The Snake Clan had renovated a large section of the inner ruins, using the exterior ruins as camouflage, they had begun to eek out an existence. The Tortoise's peasants were working well, and the Snake Clan was thriving. As Bonfei rode in, the commotion and excitement reached a crescendo.
Unong, met him, and helped him from the Steed. Bonfei-san! What are you doing back? How go the negotiations? [/b]
Bonfei looked at Unong, his face weary from the travel. Unong-san, Much has happened, we have much to discuss.
The two men entered Unong's home, and Bonfei recounted everything to him. The Ambush, What he knew of Yun's leave, the murder of Tenshi, Shoju's actions, picking up the No-Dachi. Everything. Unong sat in disbelief. How could he! How could he do this!? [/b]
Bonfei sighed. Unong-san, we must move on....
MOVE ON!? To WHAT!? He betrayed us. He left us here to ROT. You just can't see that, because you have his sword, and his position, and you think that you can do it. Unong was dejected. If Shoju-sama couldn't make the Empire see, then there is no point in going on. If you want to pretend that you can Make it on your own, So be it. [/b] Unong stood and started packing small things. Me? I'm going to beg forgiveness from the one man still sane who didn't abandon me. At least if he decides to end my life it will be swift, unlike the death out here. [/b]
As Unong began to prepare to leave, Bonfei tried to stop him, Unong shoved him back Don't! The City of the Lost is where I belong. I only followed Shoju-sama because he made me think there was hope. Without him? Heh. I'm headed back. I will take my chances.[/b]
Bonfei slammed his hand on the table. THESE PEOPLE NEED YOU! They need me! They followed a man... A man who is lost! A man who gave them a name, and trusted them, and made them believe in something that was honorable! I'm NOT going back to a life behind the wall.
Unong looked at him. Then they should have the choice. [/b]
Bonfei nodded, and the two men set about getting the Clan together in the center of the ruins. Bonfei quieted his mind, and used the Incantation that Shoju taught him what seemed an eternity ago. His voice carried on the wind for all to hear. As he explained the events for the second time in such a short time, the murmurs throughout the crowd grew. When he explained that Unong was headed back towards the City of the Lost, a small gasp overcame the crowd. Bonfei gave them all the choice to stay or go.
Of the just over one thousand Snake that had lived this long, only a few dozen followed Unong back towards the Shadowlands. The rest, work to build a life for themselves in the Eastern Ruins of Otosan Uchi. Championed by Tamihei Bonfei, they are a mysterious group, with a purpose yet realized.
Tamihei Bonfei had circled around several times. His mind was flooded with what had happened that night. The Scorpion, and a Phoenix... Sho.. Sho something, had ambushed the camp, killed the guards. Killed... Tenshi.
His Champion. The man, who had given him purpose succumbed to the darkness inside all of them that night. He had broken his own rules, and oaths that he had set forth for the Snake. And then, he gave the mantle of Champion to Bonfei....
Twice now, Bonfei had left for home, but couldn't make himself keep moving that way. Unong, and the rest of the clan would want to know what happened, and tell them... Well, telling them that Their leader, Their hope for a life outside of the Shadowlands, had fallen apart, and dishonored himself like that... well... He just wasn't ready to do that. He rode back past the camp one last time. the smoke had died down, and there, in the middle of the camp was Shoju's No-Dachi, Thrust in the ground, and left there.
Bonfei had heard the rumors. The No-Dachi had been forged before the Snake Clan. When Shoju was just another tool in the hands of the Spider. When Shoju was just looking for vengeance upon Senshi. Some said the blade was cursed. But Bonfei knew better. Bonfei knew what Shoju was. A Samurai, A Magistrate, A skilled Maho-Tsukai, and a budding smith of weaponry. This blade had been a culmination of many things. This blade encompassed the entirety of the being that had been Tamihei Shoju.
Bonfei dismounted, and walked towards the blade. He could hear its faint whisper as he approached. He stood and stared at the No-Dachi protruding from the ground for a moment. He debated taking the blade, even as the blade whispered in his mind. The blade wanted to be wielded. The blade wanted to have a purpose. Certainly, the Snake Clan were best suited for the task yes?
Bonfei sighed heavily, and walked to the blade, and held his hand out, shaking like a leaf, at the edge of it, hovering... waiting... fearful, of what would happen when his hand touched the No-Dachi. As he siezed it, The voice in the blade screamed in his head. He wasn't Shoju, but he was familiar.
Bonfei remounted the horse, and headed for home. If it could even be called a home. As he rode with the No-Dachi strapped to his back, the No-Dachi's whispering became less, and it seemed less.
It seemed that The blade was a manifestation of purpose. With Shoju wielding it, its purpose was to kill Senshi. With Bonfei wielding it, its purpose had yet to be discerned.
As Bonfei rode back into the ruins of Otosan Uchi, he saw that many things had changed. The Snake Clan had renovated a large section of the inner ruins, using the exterior ruins as camouflage, they had begun to eek out an existence. The Tortoise's peasants were working well, and the Snake Clan was thriving. As Bonfei rode in, the commotion and excitement reached a crescendo.
Unong, met him, and helped him from the Steed. Bonfei-san! What are you doing back? How go the negotiations? [/b]
Bonfei looked at Unong, his face weary from the travel. Unong-san, Much has happened, we have much to discuss.
The two men entered Unong's home, and Bonfei recounted everything to him. The Ambush, What he knew of Yun's leave, the murder of Tenshi, Shoju's actions, picking up the No-Dachi. Everything. Unong sat in disbelief. How could he! How could he do this!? [/b]
Bonfei sighed. Unong-san, we must move on....
MOVE ON!? To WHAT!? He betrayed us. He left us here to ROT. You just can't see that, because you have his sword, and his position, and you think that you can do it. Unong was dejected. If Shoju-sama couldn't make the Empire see, then there is no point in going on. If you want to pretend that you can Make it on your own, So be it. [/b] Unong stood and started packing small things. Me? I'm going to beg forgiveness from the one man still sane who didn't abandon me. At least if he decides to end my life it will be swift, unlike the death out here. [/b]
As Unong began to prepare to leave, Bonfei tried to stop him, Unong shoved him back Don't! The City of the Lost is where I belong. I only followed Shoju-sama because he made me think there was hope. Without him? Heh. I'm headed back. I will take my chances.[/b]
Bonfei slammed his hand on the table. THESE PEOPLE NEED YOU! They need me! They followed a man... A man who is lost! A man who gave them a name, and trusted them, and made them believe in something that was honorable! I'm NOT going back to a life behind the wall.
Unong looked at him. Then they should have the choice. [/b]
Bonfei nodded, and the two men set about getting the Clan together in the center of the ruins. Bonfei quieted his mind, and used the Incantation that Shoju taught him what seemed an eternity ago. His voice carried on the wind for all to hear. As he explained the events for the second time in such a short time, the murmurs throughout the crowd grew. When he explained that Unong was headed back towards the City of the Lost, a small gasp overcame the crowd. Bonfei gave them all the choice to stay or go.
Of the just over one thousand Snake that had lived this long, only a few dozen followed Unong back towards the Shadowlands. The rest, work to build a life for themselves in the Eastern Ruins of Otosan Uchi. Championed by Tamihei Bonfei, they are a mysterious group, with a purpose yet realized.