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True Grave
Make The Wrong Things Right
- Joined
- Jun 30, 2010
- Location
- Where The Fight Takes Me
Fifth century England, the Middle Ages. Feudalism is in full-swing, and there are only two social classes, the rich and the poor. The monarchs and nobility are corrupt and greedy, working the peasantry to death just to make more money. The serfs are oppressed and miserable, with no end in sight to their horrible living conditions. They needed a hero to liberate them and restore equality and peace, but none could be found. Or, at least that's what they thought...
In the town of Cropsby, things began to look up. A stranger clad in rags and wolfskin clothing strolled into the village to see the sights. An elderly woman stole a loaf of bread and a tomato from two stands, desperate to feed herself and her starving family. Two knights in the service of King Gerald of Cropsby apprehended her and attempted to drag her off to the dungeon. She protested in both voice and body, so much so that the knights lost their patience with her. One knight drew his sword and impaled her through the chest, kicking her to the ground to free his weapon.
As she bled, they chuckled and walked off. The stranger hurried to her side, trying to staunch the bleeding. With her dying breath, the woman begged for him to save their village from the corrupt King before dying in his arms. The young man, barely older than eighteen, was a child of serfs named Daniel Hanbuki. An extraordinary individual with incredible power, he set off for the castle to right wrongs. That day marked the beginning of the legend that is Hanbuki the Destroyer.
The drawbridge into Castle Cropsby was splintered into pieces before the strength of this individual. The knights attacked with all manner of weaponry, but blade and blunt alike shattered on his skin as if they were made of glass. Pushing through the knights, Hanbuki snapped King Gerald in half like a twig and tumbled the castle as if it were a house of cards, allowing only innocents to escape its crumbling edifice. A month later, Baron Julius Yates sent his entire army to attack the individual, but they were annihilated within seconds. The fortress crumbled and Baron Yates was found dead, his neck pulverized in the vice grip of Hanbuki the Destroyer. With these two attacks, fear began spreading through the ranks of nobility.
Daniel made his way north to the city of Tremaine, forty miles east of London. There was a castle there belonging to King Goldstead, who was rumored to have committed demonic atrocities upon his subjects. The youth climbed up to a high bluff facing the castle. It was bigger than any he had seen prior, owing to the wealth of this monarch. Clenching his fist, he stepped forward and locked his eyes on the drawbridge. Within minutes, he would smash through that gate and bring his fury down on this King and all who served him.
In the town of Cropsby, things began to look up. A stranger clad in rags and wolfskin clothing strolled into the village to see the sights. An elderly woman stole a loaf of bread and a tomato from two stands, desperate to feed herself and her starving family. Two knights in the service of King Gerald of Cropsby apprehended her and attempted to drag her off to the dungeon. She protested in both voice and body, so much so that the knights lost their patience with her. One knight drew his sword and impaled her through the chest, kicking her to the ground to free his weapon.
As she bled, they chuckled and walked off. The stranger hurried to her side, trying to staunch the bleeding. With her dying breath, the woman begged for him to save their village from the corrupt King before dying in his arms. The young man, barely older than eighteen, was a child of serfs named Daniel Hanbuki. An extraordinary individual with incredible power, he set off for the castle to right wrongs. That day marked the beginning of the legend that is Hanbuki the Destroyer.
The drawbridge into Castle Cropsby was splintered into pieces before the strength of this individual. The knights attacked with all manner of weaponry, but blade and blunt alike shattered on his skin as if they were made of glass. Pushing through the knights, Hanbuki snapped King Gerald in half like a twig and tumbled the castle as if it were a house of cards, allowing only innocents to escape its crumbling edifice. A month later, Baron Julius Yates sent his entire army to attack the individual, but they were annihilated within seconds. The fortress crumbled and Baron Yates was found dead, his neck pulverized in the vice grip of Hanbuki the Destroyer. With these two attacks, fear began spreading through the ranks of nobility.
Daniel made his way north to the city of Tremaine, forty miles east of London. There was a castle there belonging to King Goldstead, who was rumored to have committed demonic atrocities upon his subjects. The youth climbed up to a high bluff facing the castle. It was bigger than any he had seen prior, owing to the wealth of this monarch. Clenching his fist, he stepped forward and locked his eyes on the drawbridge. Within minutes, he would smash through that gate and bring his fury down on this King and all who served him.