Post by Daidoji Hikori on Feb 26, 2011 23:04:04 GMT -5
(ooc: I start this thread here since it has to do with one of your members. I have pmed her for permission but got neither a positive or negative response. The location where this is happening is an abandoned castle near shin omen forest at the edge of scorpion lands. If the story is offensive in any way...please post an ooc comment and all this could never have happened)
The castle was in disuse. It had been abandoned years ago judging by its current condition. On the east side one of the walls was totally conquered by the forest growth. Shigo stared at it and found himself wondering how long it would take for the forest to claim it all. Not only the castle but the decadent society it represented. He was out on patrol, a quite useless and as such boring task. None dared approach the fortress. Legend had it that vengeful ghosts roamed within its walls and none who had seen them ever lived to return to his loved ones. He chuckled as the thought occurred to him that this wasn’t far from the truth. Indeed none who came near the castle ever made it back home alive. He and his sister made sure the “ghosts” found and devoured the trespassers. He pressed his cloak over his frame to fend off the late winter cold, his shift wouldn’t be ending any time soon and he was already soaked to the bone.
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The darkness gave its place to a grey haze. He slowly came to his senses; He was still alive. The cold embrace of iron on his wrists and ankles confirmed as much even before the pain of his wounds. He was restrained in a cold and dump chamber, scarcely illuminated by the light that filtered from under a massive door. As his eyes got more used to the darkness he noticed two unmoving figures on the stone floor. Both wore peasant clothes stained with darkened blood but the one to the left had the muscular build of a trained warrior. As the door opened Hikori smiled…
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To most men Sariko was just another ronin. She was neither beautiful or particularly ugly. She wasn’t a great warrior, nor was she helpless with a sword. In fact those few who had the chance to witness her hidden talent rarely lived to tell the tale.
She inspected the shackled man. His long white hair was now marred with blood red spots, he had the muscular form of a soldier and a tattoo was only barely visible under the chains on his right wrist. What gained her attention though was his intense stare. She had seen many men in his situation. Some showed fear, others showed anger and even resignation wasn’t uncommon but he had been the first to return her gaze evenly without any sign of emotion. To her right, Itsi harbored much simpler thoughts. He went about preparing the torturers instruments with a precision that even a Kakita would envy. He only checked the prisoner once or twice, to better choose the right tools. When he finished, he returned to his place behind Sariko.
Sariko drew closer to Hikori, more like a predator than a human being, her gaze falling now on his chest and now on his neck. She circled Hikori following with her hand the lines formed by his muscles. Then without any warning she drove her nails in his flesh. She saw pain in his eyes but no sound escaped his lips. As she licked the blood off her nails she turned to the samurai gracing him with a mischievous smile.
“Oh dear, am I going to have fun with you!?!”
She put her hand on his chest, nails pushing on his skin
“But where are your manners samurai, I thought that a Crane would never lose those”
With that her nails tore through the Crane’s chest. Pain yet again showed in his eyes, but no sound escaped once more.
“Who are you and what where you doing near the castle samurai?”
She already knew the answer, at least half of it, but it was all part of the game, and she would savor every moment.
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He wasn’t alone anymore. At first he had thought it was the wind, but the noise was different than that produced by the wind. Shigo continued his patrol trying to seem as carefree as he was before. The castle was behind him and he didn’t know whether he should return or address the possible threat himself. The figure in front of him made his choice clear. He raised his yari towards the stranger who in response unsheathed her katana. The Ikoma mon could be seen under her cloak on her golden armor.
“Are you Shigo the ronin?” asked the stranger.
Shigo’s muscles tensed. The threat in the bushes was all but forgotten. He changed his grip on the spear, holding it as he had been taught years ago before abandoning his clan with his older sister.
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Hikori looked straight into Sariko’s eyes.
“You are the ronin Sariko, formerly one Ikoma Sariko, also known as the Bronze Demon.”
Her eyes widened. Hikori continued turning his gaze to her servant.
“You travel with your brother Shigo and your eta servant Itsi.”
Sariko grabbed a knife from the tray Itsi had prepared and brought it under Hikori’s chin. A thin line of blood formed on the samurai’s neck.
“Daidoji bastard, what do you want? Speak fast because I am losing my patience. If you came here for me, you have come a long way to find a slow and painful death.”
“I indeed come for you bitch. As we speak your brother is already in the custody of the Ikoma. He will soon be executed unless you do as I tell you.”
Sariko looked into his eyes and knew he wasn’t lying. Itsi in the meantime was waiting for her orders. At her signal he began packing.
“I don’t know what you have in mind but you can’t fool me samurai, I know my brother is already dead. You will pay dearly for his death. I only regret I can’t offer you a slower more painful death.”
She stared into his eyes searching for even the smallest hint of fear. Grinning she took her knife and brought it close to one of the crane’s defiant eyes.
“Your brother is still alive, and will stay that way if you collaborate. I give you my word.”
“Lies, blatant lies, why would the Ikoma let him live?”
“When you both abandoned your clan, Shigo was under his gempuku age, so technically you are responsible for his actions.”
Hikori paused to let her process the information
“The Ikoma are willing to let him live as long as you collaborate and he agrees to never again set foot on Rokugan. For you on the other hand there is only death in store, whether you collaborate or not. So choose Sariko; what will it be? Will you surrender or will you let your brother pay for your sins?”
He paused once more. Sariko turned her back to him immersed in her thoughts. Finally she signaled Itsi to come closer as if to give a confidential order. Instants later Itsi was on the floor in a pool of his own blood, her knife jutting out of his neck.
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In front of the castles gate three figures stood. Things had gone as planned. Sariko was now in their custody and her brother Shigo was on his way to Kanashimi no Komichi (Sorrow’s Path) escorted by the Ikoma. The news of Sariko’s capture would soon reach the ears of the kolat and at that point any information gained from her would be useless. Shigo, on the other hand, would lead them straight to their prey.
(ooc: the second figure would be Kibo if she likes, the third one is free for anyone but i would either prefer a scorpion or Kasuga to join. Hope this stays)
The castle was in disuse. It had been abandoned years ago judging by its current condition. On the east side one of the walls was totally conquered by the forest growth. Shigo stared at it and found himself wondering how long it would take for the forest to claim it all. Not only the castle but the decadent society it represented. He was out on patrol, a quite useless and as such boring task. None dared approach the fortress. Legend had it that vengeful ghosts roamed within its walls and none who had seen them ever lived to return to his loved ones. He chuckled as the thought occurred to him that this wasn’t far from the truth. Indeed none who came near the castle ever made it back home alive. He and his sister made sure the “ghosts” found and devoured the trespassers. He pressed his cloak over his frame to fend off the late winter cold, his shift wouldn’t be ending any time soon and he was already soaked to the bone.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
The darkness gave its place to a grey haze. He slowly came to his senses; He was still alive. The cold embrace of iron on his wrists and ankles confirmed as much even before the pain of his wounds. He was restrained in a cold and dump chamber, scarcely illuminated by the light that filtered from under a massive door. As his eyes got more used to the darkness he noticed two unmoving figures on the stone floor. Both wore peasant clothes stained with darkened blood but the one to the left had the muscular build of a trained warrior. As the door opened Hikori smiled…
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
To most men Sariko was just another ronin. She was neither beautiful or particularly ugly. She wasn’t a great warrior, nor was she helpless with a sword. In fact those few who had the chance to witness her hidden talent rarely lived to tell the tale.
She inspected the shackled man. His long white hair was now marred with blood red spots, he had the muscular form of a soldier and a tattoo was only barely visible under the chains on his right wrist. What gained her attention though was his intense stare. She had seen many men in his situation. Some showed fear, others showed anger and even resignation wasn’t uncommon but he had been the first to return her gaze evenly without any sign of emotion. To her right, Itsi harbored much simpler thoughts. He went about preparing the torturers instruments with a precision that even a Kakita would envy. He only checked the prisoner once or twice, to better choose the right tools. When he finished, he returned to his place behind Sariko.
Sariko drew closer to Hikori, more like a predator than a human being, her gaze falling now on his chest and now on his neck. She circled Hikori following with her hand the lines formed by his muscles. Then without any warning she drove her nails in his flesh. She saw pain in his eyes but no sound escaped his lips. As she licked the blood off her nails she turned to the samurai gracing him with a mischievous smile.
“Oh dear, am I going to have fun with you!?!”
She put her hand on his chest, nails pushing on his skin
“But where are your manners samurai, I thought that a Crane would never lose those”
With that her nails tore through the Crane’s chest. Pain yet again showed in his eyes, but no sound escaped once more.
“Who are you and what where you doing near the castle samurai?”
She already knew the answer, at least half of it, but it was all part of the game, and she would savor every moment.
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He wasn’t alone anymore. At first he had thought it was the wind, but the noise was different than that produced by the wind. Shigo continued his patrol trying to seem as carefree as he was before. The castle was behind him and he didn’t know whether he should return or address the possible threat himself. The figure in front of him made his choice clear. He raised his yari towards the stranger who in response unsheathed her katana. The Ikoma mon could be seen under her cloak on her golden armor.
“Are you Shigo the ronin?” asked the stranger.
Shigo’s muscles tensed. The threat in the bushes was all but forgotten. He changed his grip on the spear, holding it as he had been taught years ago before abandoning his clan with his older sister.
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Hikori looked straight into Sariko’s eyes.
“You are the ronin Sariko, formerly one Ikoma Sariko, also known as the Bronze Demon.”
Her eyes widened. Hikori continued turning his gaze to her servant.
“You travel with your brother Shigo and your eta servant Itsi.”
Sariko grabbed a knife from the tray Itsi had prepared and brought it under Hikori’s chin. A thin line of blood formed on the samurai’s neck.
“Daidoji bastard, what do you want? Speak fast because I am losing my patience. If you came here for me, you have come a long way to find a slow and painful death.”
“I indeed come for you bitch. As we speak your brother is already in the custody of the Ikoma. He will soon be executed unless you do as I tell you.”
Sariko looked into his eyes and knew he wasn’t lying. Itsi in the meantime was waiting for her orders. At her signal he began packing.
“I don’t know what you have in mind but you can’t fool me samurai, I know my brother is already dead. You will pay dearly for his death. I only regret I can’t offer you a slower more painful death.”
She stared into his eyes searching for even the smallest hint of fear. Grinning she took her knife and brought it close to one of the crane’s defiant eyes.
“Your brother is still alive, and will stay that way if you collaborate. I give you my word.”
“Lies, blatant lies, why would the Ikoma let him live?”
“When you both abandoned your clan, Shigo was under his gempuku age, so technically you are responsible for his actions.”
Hikori paused to let her process the information
“The Ikoma are willing to let him live as long as you collaborate and he agrees to never again set foot on Rokugan. For you on the other hand there is only death in store, whether you collaborate or not. So choose Sariko; what will it be? Will you surrender or will you let your brother pay for your sins?”
He paused once more. Sariko turned her back to him immersed in her thoughts. Finally she signaled Itsi to come closer as if to give a confidential order. Instants later Itsi was on the floor in a pool of his own blood, her knife jutting out of his neck.
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In front of the castles gate three figures stood. Things had gone as planned. Sariko was now in their custody and her brother Shigo was on his way to Kanashimi no Komichi (Sorrow’s Path) escorted by the Ikoma. The news of Sariko’s capture would soon reach the ears of the kolat and at that point any information gained from her would be useless. Shigo, on the other hand, would lead them straight to their prey.
(ooc: the second figure would be Kibo if she likes, the third one is free for anyone but i would either prefer a scorpion or Kasuga to join. Hope this stays)
