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Moon
- Joined
- Sep 27, 2015
As the setting sun sank lower and lower into the horizon, so too did the broken wreckage of The Dragon's Pearl sink deeper and deeper into the sea. A sudden typhoon had torn its sails and sheared its hull against the jagged reefs not far from its destination, but perhaps more strangely, the skies were clear again soon after. The ill-fated voyage had set sail from Nakohama, a feudal port city in the nation of Kozakura, towards Ho Tsai, the self-proclaimed "Sin City" of the nation of Shou Lung. Its mission was ostensibly a diplomatic one; to stem the tide of organized crime flowing into Nakohama's orderly streets from Ho Tsai by convincing the imperial officials stationed there to stop looking the other way. Though The Dragon's Pearl came bearing gifts, bribes, and tribute, all to be presented by the silver-tongued diplomats on board, it also carried one asset even more valuable than all the rest. An agent of Gorou Mishima himself, daimyo of Nakohama and its surrounding lands. A kunoichi, trained in stealth, subterfuge, and seduction, sent to make sure the mission was completed should other diplomatic efforts fail. Perhaps it was Fate that she would be the sole survivor.
Washing onto the sandless shore with nothing but the clothes on her back, she was alone. Alone in a foreign land with nothing to her name. Not even her shoes made the journey. The only bit of fortune going her way was in where she landed. A small patch of smooth, rounded pebbles where small boats could cast off, in the midst of a rocky beach sharp enough to slice through flesh. To the left, some wreckage could be seen among the jagged rocks. Straight ahead, inland, the colored lanterns of Ho Tsai glowed not far into the distance. To the right, on a shallow pier sat a local boy, 15 years old at most, idly fishing.
(BTW, -60 gold to your character sheet. )
Washing onto the sandless shore with nothing but the clothes on her back, she was alone. Alone in a foreign land with nothing to her name. Not even her shoes made the journey. The only bit of fortune going her way was in where she landed. A small patch of smooth, rounded pebbles where small boats could cast off, in the midst of a rocky beach sharp enough to slice through flesh. To the left, some wreckage could be seen among the jagged rocks. Straight ahead, inland, the colored lanterns of Ho Tsai glowed not far into the distance. To the right, on a shallow pier sat a local boy, 15 years old at most, idly fishing.
(BTW, -60 gold to your character sheet. )