Land of Forests. Country of Trees. Where spirits rise. Lord help thee.

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Land of Forests. Country of Trees. Where spirits rise. Lord help thee.

Post by Taiga » Fri Jun 19, 2020 10:03 am


This post is best read when listening to the above.
For well over a millennia the wild woods of tree country had been host to a higher-than-average population of the spirits who roamed the known world. While most of the spirits had been harmless every now and than a particular spirit would become abnormally powerful and become a thread to the otherwise peaceful forests in which both humans and spirits resided. The worst event in relative history began with a single monk and his temple- though the King with the help of Kumogakure and other paid assassins were able to topple the monk, his followers, his spirits, and his temple.

Legends say that tipped the balance of the forest permanently and that spirits... more so than humans... Never forget and never forgive.

Hux sat in front of his mirror, his own eyes piercing back into his soul. His hand ran across his face, a mixture of wrinkles and stubble, the former a constant reminder of his ever growing sense of mortality. Reaching for his straight razor with his left hand he began to cut the stubble, humming gently to himself a melody which slowly turned into a low toned, peaceful hymn.

Land of Forests.
Country of Trees.
Where spirits rise.
Lord help thee.

Beware the beasts
Of the Arewood
Draw your bows
and raise your hoods.


Humming once more filled the room as the man ran the razor under the water and shook the water loose with a single flick before setting the razor back down. Cold water on his face he looked into the mirror once more.

"Son of the Hakusuri lineage. Hakusuri Reijinarudo IV. Faithful servant of the king, protector of the realm."

Turning from the mirror he walked away. The mere word protector causing him to grip his leg as guilt washed over him like the tides of the ocean.

"Wasted away, like the country itself, while Reijinarudo lay, the beasts did play..."
Upon his thorny throne sat the King of the Forest, the Daimyo of Tree country. A former warrior the now elderly man's skin was dotted with scars and his right eye covered in a patch. In his hand rather than a scepter was a decrepit and rusted spear hardly befitting of a King yet so clearly dear to his heart. Led in by the guards to the chamber, as soon as Satori would see the King he would tap the butt of his spear twice on the old-stone floors of his castle, the sound echoing through the air as everyone remained silent, awaiting the words of the outsider.

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