Your current RS name: Valory
Your RS occupation: Miner & Smith
The city your PoH is located: Yanille
Your RS hobby: smith armors
Your RS pet: Vindiddy
Your RS fashion style: I like feathery clothes
Your Favorite RS song: Valerio's song
What you do to relax: Sit on a beach
Your hang out spot: Musa point
What you like: Food
What you hate: Goblins
Duneday, 15th Rintra 5
(5th year of The Divine Age)
We arrive on an Eastern island called Kuchi. Sixteen of us all, and I, the boat captain with a hope for a new life. The Gods have blessed us. Kuchi has everything we need from fishing spots that house enough fish to feed us for generations., and plenty of trees for us to build houses. We're but happy. But every story has a twist.
We learned that there has been a civil war on the island between clans of Ronins, samurai who have lost or fled from their lords. The war for our survival has just begun.
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Wizard Ovi
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Interesting stuff. Where is this city located?
An Eastern island called Kuchi. The island isn't mapped. All we know is it is far beyond the known Eastern islands. At the moment, we are dealing with bands of Ronins who are fighting each other to take full control of the island. All of us are tired of the ruling of governments in Gielinor. This is our rebellion statement against Gielinor.
Aponi
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Wizard Ovi
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Interesting stuff. Where is this city located?
An Eastern island called Kuchi. The island isn't mapped. All we know is it is far beyond the known Eastern islands. At the moment, we are dealing with bands of Ronins who are fighting each other to take full control of the island. All of us are tired of the ruling of governments in Gielinor. This is our rebellion statement against Gielinor.
Cool stuff, if you guys want to interact with the wizards tower, we are open to all lore abiding rpers : ).
"You never know what kind of man you'll be until the end."
Duneday, 16th Rintra 5
(5th year of The Divine Age)
We were tired and hungry after the long trip across the open sea. In heart, we still believe any great dream comes with a rough start to test men's endurance and the will to fight, to carry on, and to do more than just surviving. We believe we are all heroes. And heroes do what common men cannot achieve.
The morning was cold on Kuchi island. We woke up to find that the boat that carried us to the island was gone. Probably, it was taken by the wave to the sea to never be seen again. It didn't only deter our will but strengthen our might. We had two choices: live or die. Live was obvious the only answer.
From afar, a man in our small army of sixteen dreamers spotted a red flag coming toward us. A samurai riding a strong battle horse. Behind him, more warriors. Sharp spears pointed at the orange morning sky. I tried my best to not show nervousness because I was the leader. But, my chest was bounding louder than a war drum.
The samurai and his army stopped in front of us. He asked who was the leader and I stepped forward.
"Must be Gielinorians," he said. "Before my father passed away, he was a trader who traveled to Waiko and brought back many things he bought from you people. You like to discover the world, he told me. This is surely not a part of the world you want to discover."
I pushed away the fear and took a step forward. "Too bad we've already discovered it."
The samurai pointed his yari, samurai spear, at my chest. "Then you must die before you can go back to where you came from. This island is not for outsiders like you and your friends to poke around."
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"We aren't returning to where we came from," I replied. "We are here to stay."
"You're still going to die because this island is already over-populated."
"What if no one has to die?" Kuri, one of my shipmates, usually the shiest girl of the pack stepped up to the samurai. I supposed in time of danger, she had decided to break her seashell. "You said the island is over-populated. Look around! There are no others beside your men and my friends. Surely, there are plenty of lands for us all."
The samurai laughed. "If you want to coexist, you have to prove you're worthy of living. Then, I will let you live. Otherwise, you know what I will do."
"All men are not created equal," Saiku, another shipmate of mine let her voice be heard. "I'm sure we all are different. There are things you cannot do, be we can."
"Such as?" Asked the Samurai.
"Gielinorians are master of craftmanship," said Saiku. "You are men of war. Warriors on the bloody battlefield. What is more valuable to you than armors and weapons. Give us metal, give us time. And we will prove we are worthy of living."
"I'll smith the finest sword for you," Animu, another shipmate of mine spoke up.
"Good." The samurai stabbed his yari in the ground and pointed at Animu. "Tomorrow morning, I'll give you a bar of the finest metal on this island. You will smith a sword for me. And if I don't like it, you all will die."
Today's theme song:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V17ij5Ap1pA
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