1 One old spirit to another (Strafe) Tue Mar 12, 2019 7:15 pm
Sero
S-rank
Kiri sat with its military pride as the backbone of its economy. Through out its long years the ancient country had produced many a fine warrior. Soldiers to fight and die as was their custom. Some times it had been hated for it. Other times it had been the savior of the nations. Often it produced its own enemies. One who fights by the sword dies by the sword after all. However as of late Kiri had produced many more elite than history had shown before. Loyalists and rebels alike. The current generation was indeed very promising but the relics of those past had not faded entirely. Giants that slumbered as they waited until they were needed again. Oh to the wary soul that trespassed upon them. One such in particular giant was left alone on an island no one ventured to. Though to say alone was a lie. Few humans traversed his territory. Many avoided even looking upon it. An island owned by the Osada clan though the clan itself avoided it as well. Even the clan members of the one slumbering there did not wish to see him wakened. Nor did the other name of the island encourage travelers. Spider island.
The island may have been owned by the Osada clan but their most feared member resided there with his creation. The Unmei. A clan of sentient spiders capable of using chakra and easily taking human form. Silent predators with a hunters instinct being their first thoughts instead of something as simple as rules and family. The only currency of value here was power. Without it, one was simply the next meal. Eyes watched the islands borders from every direction. Keen little red beads here and there scattered through out barren seemingly lifeless tree's. Instead of leaves these dark woods were draped with webbing. Fog filling the ground and ghostly webs filling the space between the tree's. Here and there a large spider skittered into and then back out of view. No other animal seemed to trespass here though the spiders did not seem to be starving. There was one creature foolish enough to come here. One that thought himself above nature. Thought the giant slept and that he would not waken to trespassers. It was said a great treasure resided beneath the manor at the center of the island. Perhaps it was a rumor spread by the village, or a lure for those who would kill and steal what wasn't theirs to take. Either way enough tried to feed the horde.
One single stone bridge connected the island to the mainland. On the side of the mainland stood a tall red Tori gate. As if in an attempt to seal whatever was there within. The rumored father of horrors. A wives tale told to children. Behave or Sero will come for you. If you don't get your act together Sero will find you. They knew he was real. He had held office within the village before but to them he was more legendary creature than man. Something that did not live but survived as death did. Spreading itself across all in its path an claiming them. The gate itself however looked like it had been through a hell of its own. Interacting with the island itself. It's solid wood seemed to have been gradually burned and the paint had mostly peeled. The stone bridge hand crumbled here and there. A solid mist of white fog hid one bank from the other. Though if one were to cross the bridge they would see only one road untouched. Towering web covered tree's covered the surroundings and above but not the road itself. It would lead to the center of the island where the dark manor stood. Its garden unattended but its doors slowly swinging open. Inviting its rare guest within. Awaiting them.
The island may have been owned by the Osada clan but their most feared member resided there with his creation. The Unmei. A clan of sentient spiders capable of using chakra and easily taking human form. Silent predators with a hunters instinct being their first thoughts instead of something as simple as rules and family. The only currency of value here was power. Without it, one was simply the next meal. Eyes watched the islands borders from every direction. Keen little red beads here and there scattered through out barren seemingly lifeless tree's. Instead of leaves these dark woods were draped with webbing. Fog filling the ground and ghostly webs filling the space between the tree's. Here and there a large spider skittered into and then back out of view. No other animal seemed to trespass here though the spiders did not seem to be starving. There was one creature foolish enough to come here. One that thought himself above nature. Thought the giant slept and that he would not waken to trespassers. It was said a great treasure resided beneath the manor at the center of the island. Perhaps it was a rumor spread by the village, or a lure for those who would kill and steal what wasn't theirs to take. Either way enough tried to feed the horde.
One single stone bridge connected the island to the mainland. On the side of the mainland stood a tall red Tori gate. As if in an attempt to seal whatever was there within. The rumored father of horrors. A wives tale told to children. Behave or Sero will come for you. If you don't get your act together Sero will find you. They knew he was real. He had held office within the village before but to them he was more legendary creature than man. Something that did not live but survived as death did. Spreading itself across all in its path an claiming them. The gate itself however looked like it had been through a hell of its own. Interacting with the island itself. It's solid wood seemed to have been gradually burned and the paint had mostly peeled. The stone bridge hand crumbled here and there. A solid mist of white fog hid one bank from the other. Though if one were to cross the bridge they would see only one road untouched. Towering web covered tree's covered the surroundings and above but not the road itself. It would lead to the center of the island where the dark manor stood. Its garden unattended but its doors slowly swinging open. Inviting its rare guest within. Awaiting them.