1 Making Moves on Foreign Soil [Aikiko/NK] Sun Jan 21, 2018 9:12 pm
Jerrick
D-rank
The walk through the mountain path had not been easy. It had been a long road between the Land of Lightning and the Land of Earth. His squad had been guarding a caravan from his clan compound. Jerrick sat on the cart with the reigns in his hand. There was an occasional breeze that passed through his coat, but it didn’t bother him much. The cold wasn’t hard to deal with. He had dealt with it all his life. The sights that he saw were incredible. The natural landscape was truly amazing. It had been a long time since he traveled on land. He had spent most of the six years or so traveling on the ocean fighting and drinking his fill until he felt the need to come back home. The difference between being a soldier and a mercenary was vast. There was definitely a lot more freedom and money in being a mercenary, but that past was over and done with.
The last couple of years had been productive as far as trade had been going, but they needed to spread their influence to distant lands. The sea raiders that charged their compound angered him to the point where he wanted to through his fist at a wall. They weren’t sure who sent them or where they came from. It had been many years since he had left his military service. He thought back thinking that if the military would have been there things may have changed, but that wasn't the way it worked. Him leaving his military lifestyle wasn't purely by choice. He could have gone back if he wanted to, but he didn’t feel like he was being drawn in to service like he once was. Jerrick still was young, but he still had some ways to go. The number one thing that he would focused on was restoring honor to his clan. The fact that he had to write hundreds of letters to their clients about the misfortune made him angry as well. Though, this was the last thing he would do for his family for awhile. He was to make contact with the merchants guild in Iwa and set up a supply line of products. The capital would be a great place to start as well, but there were other things he needed to take care of.
His party had appeared at the village gate. The whole gate and the whole village was literally made of stone. The village looked to be one giant mound of sculpted rock, but he knew not to underestimate the occupants of the village. Though ugly, there was a lot of potential for entrepreneurship. He just had to get the caravan past the gate. His associates would deal with the rest until later. They had a lot of goods from the coast such as salt, but they also brought silk and other goods that were hard to come by. It took Jerrick a solid two months to gather all the materials they had access to. The products had been what was left of the product from the compound while others were scrapped from clients. To ask assistance from the other branch of the clan wouldn’t have disrespectful, but they were too full of themselves to do it.
They met with the guard at the gate to register themselves with the village. After filling out some brief paperwork and having their cargo check they entered into town. They traveled until they arrived at a large sign that said “Back Alley.” This was the place they needed to meet. Though not fancy, this place held a lot of power on the market. The warrior sought to also build a compound on the edge of the Land of Earth to have access to the ocean. Jerrick pulled the reins on the horses and hopped out. He walked to the front of his cart near the horses and placed his hand on the horses mane. A couple of his men went with toward the front of the building while the others guarded the caravan. A man wearing a hooded cape and a white frilled shirt came to greet him.
“Ah, Lord Jerrick! It’s been awhile. You seem a lot thinner than you use to,” he said while they hugged each other, “I’ll go ahead and start the talks with your ambassador. We’ll finalize things with you in the morning. He'll let you know what we come up with.”
“Myamo-sama, It’s been a long time. I’m surprised you haven’t secured the market for yourself. I say you look a bit fatter than I remember. I’ll leave you to your work. I have other things and people to talk to.”
Jerrick moved on from the Back Alley and went on to a tavern and grill down the street. He received a letter from an associate that he met years ago. Jerrick was only told to sit at a booth at a back corner. Though, he wasn’t sure the full details. The associate had claimed that he information on the attackers, but he wasn’t sure how much he had or if it was a trap. The young heir had entered the tavern while keeping his eyes open. He adjusted the axe on his waist as he made it to a booth in' the back. A waiter came up to him and asked him what he wanted. Jerrick asked for a lager with steak and gravy. He waited and kept his eyes peeled. He wasn’t sure what time the associate would be there, but he didn’t want to be open for any kind of attack. There were a number of shinobi and others eating as he sat in the back corner waiting.
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The last couple of years had been productive as far as trade had been going, but they needed to spread their influence to distant lands. The sea raiders that charged their compound angered him to the point where he wanted to through his fist at a wall. They weren’t sure who sent them or where they came from. It had been many years since he had left his military service. He thought back thinking that if the military would have been there things may have changed, but that wasn't the way it worked. Him leaving his military lifestyle wasn't purely by choice. He could have gone back if he wanted to, but he didn’t feel like he was being drawn in to service like he once was. Jerrick still was young, but he still had some ways to go. The number one thing that he would focused on was restoring honor to his clan. The fact that he had to write hundreds of letters to their clients about the misfortune made him angry as well. Though, this was the last thing he would do for his family for awhile. He was to make contact with the merchants guild in Iwa and set up a supply line of products. The capital would be a great place to start as well, but there were other things he needed to take care of.
His party had appeared at the village gate. The whole gate and the whole village was literally made of stone. The village looked to be one giant mound of sculpted rock, but he knew not to underestimate the occupants of the village. Though ugly, there was a lot of potential for entrepreneurship. He just had to get the caravan past the gate. His associates would deal with the rest until later. They had a lot of goods from the coast such as salt, but they also brought silk and other goods that were hard to come by. It took Jerrick a solid two months to gather all the materials they had access to. The products had been what was left of the product from the compound while others were scrapped from clients. To ask assistance from the other branch of the clan wouldn’t have disrespectful, but they were too full of themselves to do it.
They met with the guard at the gate to register themselves with the village. After filling out some brief paperwork and having their cargo check they entered into town. They traveled until they arrived at a large sign that said “Back Alley.” This was the place they needed to meet. Though not fancy, this place held a lot of power on the market. The warrior sought to also build a compound on the edge of the Land of Earth to have access to the ocean. Jerrick pulled the reins on the horses and hopped out. He walked to the front of his cart near the horses and placed his hand on the horses mane. A couple of his men went with toward the front of the building while the others guarded the caravan. A man wearing a hooded cape and a white frilled shirt came to greet him.
“Ah, Lord Jerrick! It’s been awhile. You seem a lot thinner than you use to,” he said while they hugged each other, “I’ll go ahead and start the talks with your ambassador. We’ll finalize things with you in the morning. He'll let you know what we come up with.”
“Myamo-sama, It’s been a long time. I’m surprised you haven’t secured the market for yourself. I say you look a bit fatter than I remember. I’ll leave you to your work. I have other things and people to talk to.”
Jerrick moved on from the Back Alley and went on to a tavern and grill down the street. He received a letter from an associate that he met years ago. Jerrick was only told to sit at a booth at a back corner. Though, he wasn’t sure the full details. The associate had claimed that he information on the attackers, but he wasn’t sure how much he had or if it was a trap. The young heir had entered the tavern while keeping his eyes open. He adjusted the axe on his waist as he made it to a booth in' the back. A waiter came up to him and asked him what he wanted. Jerrick asked for a lager with steak and gravy. He waited and kept his eyes peeled. He wasn’t sure what time the associate would be there, but he didn’t want to be open for any kind of attack. There were a number of shinobi and others eating as he sat in the back corner waiting.
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