Post by Morito Ryohei on Feb 2, 2011 3:41:20 GMT -5
A horn blows, long and strong, through the winter dawn. The guards at the parapets of Shiro Morito strain to make out movement on the dark plane. Riders approach. They come fast and hard and geared for war.
At first the defenders of Shiro Morito fear attackers. Bandits, maho-tsukai. Even the Yobanjin are not so far away they cannot be a threat. But no, it is the Champion!
Morito Ryohei rides at the head of a force of elite Ox Clan archers and cavalry. He proudly carries a mighty lance but still wears his fine daisho at his waist niten-style. Behind him his bodyguards carry a massive haul of war booty including captured banners and Yobanjin symbols.
"Hark, Samurai of the Ox!" Ryohei's voice booms through the fearsome red mempo of his formidable helm as he canters his steed back and forward before the gates of Shiro Morito. "Your Champion is returned from war, and he is victorious!" Throughout the castle the Samurai of the Ox Clan prepare to greet their Lord in formidable battle array resplendent beneath the cold winter sun.
At first the defenders of Shiro Morito fear attackers. Bandits, maho-tsukai. Even the Yobanjin are not so far away they cannot be a threat. But no, it is the Champion!
Morito Ryohei rides at the head of a force of elite Ox Clan archers and cavalry. He proudly carries a mighty lance but still wears his fine daisho at his waist niten-style. Behind him his bodyguards carry a massive haul of war booty including captured banners and Yobanjin symbols.
"Hark, Samurai of the Ox!" Ryohei's voice booms through the fearsome red mempo of his formidable helm as he canters his steed back and forward before the gates of Shiro Morito. "Your Champion is returned from war, and he is victorious!" Throughout the castle the Samurai of the Ox Clan prepare to greet their Lord in formidable battle array resplendent beneath the cold winter sun.