Flowers in the Desert (Token Event)
Aug 10, 2019 7:17:45 GMT -7
Post by Christoff on Aug 10, 2019 7:17:45 GMT -7
Isamu descended and alighted on a small dune by the outskirts of the village. It was a small village isolated in the middle of the vast desert. The building were ramshackle, old and showing the abuse they had received from the harsh elements. The village was situated around an oasis. A trade road curved many miles out of its way to cross through here and offer its travelers sanctuary at the watering hole. It had been those traveling merchants who had brought word of the strange disturbances and missing caravans in the desert around the village. A council of Sadojin merchants had met in Hitofuki and hired Isamu to investigate.
Isamu was wearing his mission gear. A standard olive colored tactical vest formed over a black t-shirt. On his back was his cloak and his gourd. Desert khaki pants, a utility belt, and his combat boots rounded out the look. On Isamu's left hip was his thermally enhanced Katana and on his left arm was his melody arm. Even though he was on clan business Isamu wore his forehead protector under his tightly cropped black hair. He hoped to present a professional and competent first impression to the villagers. He would need their cooperation to get to the bottom of the disappearing caravans and the people carved out a life in places like these did not have patience for fools.
Isamu walked down the dune and made his way to the road, padding along the hardened dirt. Though it was early spring, the midday sun had already burned away the freezing temperatures that crept in at night. Isamu enjoyed the feeling of the sun on his sand and felt the energy it provided wash through him. As he reached the outskirts of the village he noted the empty streets. He hadn't expected many people to be out in the midday sun but still he had expected to see some sign of life.
Ranzu Madame Loki
Isamu was wearing his mission gear. A standard olive colored tactical vest formed over a black t-shirt. On his back was his cloak and his gourd. Desert khaki pants, a utility belt, and his combat boots rounded out the look. On Isamu's left hip was his thermally enhanced Katana and on his left arm was his melody arm. Even though he was on clan business Isamu wore his forehead protector under his tightly cropped black hair. He hoped to present a professional and competent first impression to the villagers. He would need their cooperation to get to the bottom of the disappearing caravans and the people carved out a life in places like these did not have patience for fools.
Isamu walked down the dune and made his way to the road, padding along the hardened dirt. Though it was early spring, the midday sun had already burned away the freezing temperatures that crept in at night. Isamu enjoyed the feeling of the sun on his sand and felt the energy it provided wash through him. As he reached the outskirts of the village he noted the empty streets. He hadn't expected many people to be out in the midday sun but still he had expected to see some sign of life.
Ranzu Madame Loki