The Hakone Village, Start Role Playing!

Part 1 of The Story

Time of Day: Morning-Noon
Location: Hakone~Hakone was once a beautiful village set on the edge of Mount Fuji. However, it has since been annihilated and is in serious need of repairing. The Leader of this Village is Nasok, a very slothful man.

Current Activities
-Help Clean Up
-Wood cutting to rebuild Houses
-Rebuilding
-Feeding people using the Regiments Provided.

The Village has many tents set up throughout the veins of all the destruction that the Hakone village has suffered through. From out of these tents comes villagers from other regions and many types of powerful warriors. From the streets north of the village, come even more people who come to aid of their fellow Village. Once Everyone is awoken and accounted for, they are given a hardy meal of Rice and Chicken before the day begins.

It's time to Rebuild a Nation!

OOC: Good luck Everyone! Happy Role Playing!
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A change is coming…
On black ships men move in Black Uniforms…
Like a Shadow They Move…
Not the shadow of a Ninja’s
But the Shadow of Despair…
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Kaishen Demache had reached the Kahone village late that night and patched up a small tent for himself, ready for the morning ahead. He awoke quietly to see the bustle of the warriors and villagers who had come to the aid of this village as Kaishen had. It was far earlier then midday, but already the work was being distributed and rice bowls with chicken were being passed out. Kaishen felt his back crack loudly, the toll of sleeping on hard ground taking its toll on his body.

But the ache was only the beginning of what Demache’s body was about to go through; he would probably have to haul large amount of wood this morning and help build a house or something (something he had no experience in doing). Afterwards, after probably having to work like crazy, he would have to protect this hopeless village. However, it would all be worth it once this place was all fixed up and managed to generate its formal glory (whatever that was). Yes, today would be a good day and tonight was sure to be intense, but worth it.

Kaishen stood, feeling the cold air against his shirtless back while he stretched with a fake gleam on his face to signify how well he slept last night. Needless to say, he slept horribly. He put his shirt on and strapped his White Shadow Katana across his waist. He could feel the power the weapon emitted and loved it so much; he could not wait to used it for the first time against those men in black. The weapon was amazing, leaving a streak of white mist throughout every slice, the White Shadow Katana is ghostly to say this least. It's said to lay host to spirits of war and destruction and is fairly authentic because of its legend. The Sheath is made out of white polished red wood and it is Great Cutting Samurai Sword.

There was an outdoor long table strewn across the only adjacent area that wasn’t covered in ruble or wood or ash. For now, the young Samurai would just take the time to enjoy the small amount of rice and chicken he received as he sat down on a wide bench. At the foot of the table was a large man-head of the Daraco Clan. In trying to describe this man, "eccentric" is the best term one can think of. His narrow eyes are coffee-colored and glow fascinatingly. He has short, straight, smoke gray hair which is in a style that reminds you of a flower's petals. His form is notably elegant. He has large hands. His class is Shinobi.

“Thank you all for coming. We apologize for the minimal amount of nutrition my clan is able to provide, but there are so many of you-making me very proud-but making it hard to feed everyone. But I believed we’ve managed.” He bowed to all of us during the momentary pause. “We will start with picking up all the rocks and wood across the village. Once you are finished eating, pick up any debris you see and place it on the edge of the Village on the west side. We will use it to barricade the attack that will predictably be occurring tonight.” The Daraco leader said and began to follow his own instructions.

Kaishen Demache finished his bowl and moved towards the nearest ruble to the table; large, shattered debris made out of stone. The stone once held the structure of what was probably a very nice house, but sadly, it had been reduced to ruble. The young Samurai blood boiled as he casually picked up a large stone and began walking towards the west side of the village. He placed it down in the line that had already quickly been made out of the stone and wood pile that other people were carrying. Kaishen moved back to the same area, his job would not be finished until the village grounds were all clear and one was able to grow grass there again.

While doing this, Kaishen soon realized that the more he moved this ruble back and fourth.

The more he began to hate the soldiers in black.

The sun was beating down on Imako, who had been traveling for days, just to end up here, in Hakone Village. When she first began her journey, this village was rather quaint and gave off such a nice, homey atmosphere; surely it would be a good place to stop on her journey back to Edo. But as soon as she came into the village, she was stunned to see everything dissheveled and so unlike the way it was. Looking all around her, buildings were reduced to rubble, or were so unkept that they would even be poor excuses for shacks. People, villagers and samurai alike, though, were running around, trying to fix everything up.

"Um... I think I came at a bad time..." Imako said to herself, not being a very helpful soul. She turned to see a young man, who seemed very close to her age. Walking towards him, she noticed his sword. A samurai? She thought to herself, but shrugged. "Excuse me." Imako spoke up once she reached the young man, "What is going on here exactly...?"

((OCC: I don't want to give off the impression that I didn't read your lovely post. ^^ What I mean is, it's just my character who is asking, not me. :) ))

walking into the would be vilage wolf spots Demache"um yea could i help?*he asked smiling wile puting out his hand"im good at about any thing since i grew up on a farm and i work for free"he says smiling

Just then, a giant meteor came crashing down onto the hapless villagers. Their screams were drowned out in the cacophonous impact of the burning rock that instantly whiped out half the city. A giant cloud of dust and debris filled the sky as a raging inferno began to consume the landscape. Cries of the end times erupted from the city as the dead and the dying were left while the surviving populous ran in terror.

Just then, a giant robot burst forth from the nearby mountains. It leveled it's arm cannon and fired at the retreating beings. No regret nor hate did it feel as searing red light lanced towards the defenseless humans, leaving nothing but ruined earth and steaming pools of blood in it's wake. It readied it's cannon to fire again, but before it could fire again a gigantic green blur knocked it to the ground. "What is that?" the people cried. Why, it's Blasto-saurus Rex, the half-cyborg dinosaur and sole protector of mankind from the forces of the evil Professor Mechacock. The fearsome predator hovered over the titanic robot before deactivating it's thruster jets and crashing down on top of the metal monstrosity in an explosion of flame and laser.

WHO WILL WIN? ROBOTS VERSUS DINOSAUR-CYBORGS? TUNE IN NEXT TIME!

Holy shit, that's AWESOME! I cannot wait to see the exciting conclusion.

running through the burning village wolf doges the flames "i gota do somthing"he says spoting five goblins"shit they're here ok lets do this"he says slashing four and knocking one out "i cant beleave they're in on this"he says out of breath

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