Swiftly, now! [Travel/Open]

[Molokai]

Turin took to the roads straight away after leaving the village of Rain. He had no interest in getting lost, and wasn't particularly concerned about being jumped on the road. Along with him he brought all of his usual gear. His rifle crossbow, modified with a scope with up to 10x zoom and thermal vision, plus the Optima modification, all folded up and hidden beneath his jacket using the Sniper modification. It rests parallel to the ground and sits on the small of his back. Along his left hip, tucked back so as to be obscured by his long coat, was his Large Hip Quiver with a hundred and fifty standard bolts, each one with the fletching modified slightly so that the bolts spun as they were fired. Tucked away in various places in both his shirt and jacket were a total of twenty knives. On the back of his right hip, slightly to the right of where he keeps his folded crossbow, and still hidden beneath the long jacket is his small butt bag. Within, he kept his full twenty piece lock pick set, glass cutters, world map, and a lensatic compass.

He used the map and lensatic compass now to make sure he was heading in the right direction, even though he was also following the roads. Going along at a slightly south-easterly direction, he would make it to River country without too much trouble within a day or two of walking. Keeping his pace brisk, he walked along the well-traveled roads going between River and Rain countries. After a few hours of walking in the mud and rain, it finally started to let up as he got further and further from the Rain Village. At some point on his walk, the rain stopped completely and the sun even came out.

Taking down his sopping hood, he allowed the warmth to dry his hair and his face. His coat started to feel dryer as he went, too. While he felt like Rain was a perpetual miracle because water was so precious to some people, every now and again it was nice to remember what the sun felt like. With his hood down and his spirits high, he marched along until he made it safe and sound to the border of River country.

(Move to River)

[Yoshi [Lynx!]]

You've travelled successfully!

[Molokai]

Crossing the border into River country was smooth and easy. River country was a nice, temperate climate, not dissimilar to the climate of Rain Country. It smelled of moist earth and flowers, and he could hear one of the many rivers babbling along next to the road he was following. A beautiful country, this. One would never guess that people like Turin, professional killers, could be found walking through such a serene place as this.

The next step was simply following the road signs to the village where he was supposed to meet his contact. As expected, just about everything about who he was meeting was extremely vague. Included with the official mission details was simply a location and a time. A veteran of this sort of meeting, Turin wasn't bothered by the anonymity, but he was definitely planning his escape route as he walked.

Making one last check of his gear, he referenced his compass and map then headed along one of the side roads toward the town. Hopefully he could get to the rendezvous point before the contact decided he or she was tired of waiting. Or, worse, someone else got to it first.

[exit]

[Molokai]

With Krin Medivh, and his disgusting dog, dead on the floor of their own home, Turin was ready to return to his. As much as he loved traveling, he also loved getting paid, and he was eager to get back and cash in the kill. As he walked north, checking his compass and world map to make sure he was headed in the right direction, he quadruple-checked his gear. Everything that he had on him when he arrived was still in its proper place, even the bolts with their modified spin-fletching. The only difference is that he sacrificed about ten of them to a training session a little earlier, and now only carried a hundred and forty bolts in his hip quiver. All twenty of his knives remained, as well as his entire lock pick set and all of his glass cutters.

With the crossbow again broken down with the Sniper modification and hidden under his jacket on the small of his back, he walked seemingly unarmed through the beautiful land of River Country. One day he might return here, for a visit. Possibly even check out Yabunkashou again. There was something about that town that Turin liked, even if he wasn't quite able to articulate what it was.

Keeping his hood down and his spirits high, Turin kept following the roads north until he made it began to rain again. Welcome home.

(Move to Rain)

[Father 'Suke]

Moved to Ame no Kuni

[Molokai]

The rain picked up slowly as Turin hiked through the countryside. Once it became sufficiently torrential, he put up his hood and donned his usual Rain Ninja persona. Head down, hands in pockets, leaning forward against the driving rain, Turin returned home at last.

(exit)