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Julian
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The Great Kingdom of Japan. A wonderful land, in the eyes of all that lived upon the continent of Ashereme. To most it was an honor to call ones-self Japanese. Wonderful…it has always been like that. No one can remember when it was any different. No one except for the high rulers, them and them alone knew of the horrible merciless blood wars that threw Japan into power. In reality there was nothing ‘wonderful’ about it. For it was a dark, shadowed world, where heartless soldiers would slay any for superiority. The King played his cards right though, and kept the people happy, until the neighboring Greeks began to invade upon Japans borders, and their gruesome history was again realized.
Koro the General
Koro stood in the morning glory, taking in all that his senses could. The sun, just rising over the mountain, casted its glow upon the plains, making them glisten of gold. The aroma was of freshness, a new breeze from the oceans to the east.
He heard metal swords and spears clanging against one other for dominance behind him, in the main courtyard of the barracks, where his pupils were warming up. The day was good, life was good.
He turned and gazed out upon the city below, noticing especially The Great Lighthouse, built by the King himself, with help of a higher power, or so the scrolls say. There were many unfamiliar markings and runes carved into the rock. The Japanese language was a specialty, so this finding seemed strange to him. Koro just shrugged it off though as it wasn’t something for he, a top General of the Kings army, to worry himself over.
The day progressed as it always did: Koro would demonstrate different strikes and blows, and ask the trainees to repeat them. A normal day, until an errand rider tromped into Osaka, down the dirt roads, and up the hill to the barracks.
“I must see a General Koro. It’s important!” One of the two guards entered the courtyard and brought Koro to the gate.
“Why has my teaching been delayed?” He asked with an agitated look upon his face.
“You’ve been summoned by the King.” The rider replied.
After mounting atop a restless horse, Koro set out with the rider to Kyoto, capital of Japan.
Seti the Expert
The arrow shot past Seti’s face and slammed into the bark of a nearby tree. That’s when he ran. His skill came to use as he darted through the forest, constantly jumping over logs and puddles. He knew this forest, but now that it had fallen under Japanese rule it was being cut down. It was them who were chasing him.
They clearly had a disadvantage. The group of Japanese Bowmen stopped suddenly when they lost track of Seti. Silence leapt from acre to acre as they looked around.
A whistle, and the lead Bowmen was down with an arrow placed firmly in his neck. Another whistle, and another, and with each there came a death, until each Bowmen was picked off.
A new victory in Seti’s eyes, and in that moment he thought of his successful past in the Egyptian army. He was now a simple nomad, as he had been for several years, and he was not willing to give this new home up.
Aristo the Thief
Taking a last sip from the wine in his goblet, he went over his plan again. Would it work? Aristo gazed out upon the Marketplace street, busy as usual in the early afternoon. He gazed into the lives of the foolish people in this Greek city. His philosophy: “Take a chance, we’re all gonna’ die anyway.”
With that last self-reminder he threw the goblet high into the air, and bolted off down the path. It was like slow motion to him as he picked off the pouches of every other person his came to, and when he reached the end of the street he kept running. He ran through the grass toward the wall.
Unfortunately someone had noticed his little maneuver and called out to the guards. So when Aristo got within bow distance, arrows began to speckle the ground around him.
“No big deal.” He thought. “The guards have terrible aim.” As if in response an arrow skimmed through the side of his arm and he felt the burning pain rush through his veins. An idea came to him fast for he was a quick thinker.
He grabbed the handy torch from his pack and lit it aflame. He ran again, just after he sent the torch flying into the tower building. The reason the guards’ aims were usually terrible was because of their excessive drinking during the night. Kegs of oil and wine were stored in huge quantities there. Aristo was well on his way when he heard a faint explosion.
Well, that is the first part, I'll post more as I get finished. Comments are greatly appreciated.
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09-01-2002 06:47
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