O' Jagged Shores and Rain [RP Story]

[Magister214 116]

Waves crash into the jagged shore of Kurai Kuni. The rain whipping in the wind as it slammed into the buildings and statues. A gaijin in blackened plate armor rides inside the capital, hooves clacking against the pavement. His eyes focused on the lift ahead and once taken, he rode into the forbidden section. A deep breath is taken as a moment of peace blankets over the dwarf. Exhaustion creeps over his face beneath his helm. But he is soon shaken awake as the first structure draws near. He bids his horse to stop and his armor clanks as he slides off to the ground. Galmor walks toward the building and takes out his warhammer. Fresh out of lockpicks after slaughtering Petra’s cows until only three remained. He aims his warhammer back before swinging it at the door. The door buckles and crescent shapes are indented into the door. Soon some hinges snap and the door is forced open, allowing the dwarf to walk inside. Despite it being a home, he finds no treasure. Many of the chests remain locked, with most rooms appearing dull and cramped. The next structure is hit and the result is the same.

Hours blur between the smashing of doors and riding in the rain. His horse remained nearby as he stared off at the storm clashing amongst the jagged shoreline. Soon a voice not his is shouted from behind. “Gaijin!” Galmor snaps out of his daydream and twists toward the voice. There was an Oyashi monk wearing a Tengu mask on its face that's ever scowling while atop his armored storm rider. “Fock…” Galmor whispers as his hand lingers near the hilt of his longsword, but perhaps he could talk instead of spilling blood. “Why you roam?” The monk calls out again. To steal the possessions of those who besieged Urguan, but why should he say the truth aloud? “Oi am lost.” He lies. It's the best excuse he can make up at the moment. “Very lost - I watched you climb our compound.” The monk replies. The dwarf did his best to not travel on the roads of the island to avoid unwanted attention, but it is still difficult to hide due to the lack of vegetation. “I will speak plainly - what is your intent? I do not care to fight. I just simply want - truth.” The monk adds on. Galmor could explain he was here to steal whatever treasures the Kuni held in their homes. But he too did not wish to fight when he remained empty handed.

However before the dwarf could reply, as if Yemekar himself was gazing upon the interaction before intervening. A flash of lightning struck close on the island and startled the Oyashi monk’s horse. With a kick and a buck, the man is unfortunately sent flying over the cliff and toward the jagged rocks below. The sound of distant thunder finalizes the monk’s tragic demise. Galmor takes a moment to process what had occurred before peering over the cliff for the man in hopes he had actually survived. Soon he climbs down carefully in search, but the monk is not found except for a few items worth taking and a metal ‘bat’ with studs at the end as if it was a mace.

The dwarf afterwards decides to take what he has gained, grab his horse, and head home once more. Another day of profit even if it was strange. 

 

[ScreamingDingo 20568]

 

The Oyashi Monk floats idly on the bay, its legs and arms broken and contorted from the strange happenings. It remained alive, yet its memory was completely erased of the chance encounter. Whether it did this by choice or intervention, the Dwarf Looter was allowed to continue its circumstances with the intervention of the Kami.