Hunter of Shadows

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Cursed

This roleplay takes place in 16th century Japan during the Sengoku period

With a sigh he closed his eyes, resting, wishing it would all end, he'd lost count again how many times this had gone on, it had been a long journey. Searching across the lands of Terra for a cure, a cure for the curse...what was it he had been told? Forever to be denied the restful earth, yes that was it. So now he had wandered, with only a few lines to guide him on his path, he'd been traveling for so long, ironically the curse had prevented his task from failing.

Ignite the fires far, sisters of solace singing...

Now finally, it seemed he'd possibly found something, something that may help, he'd come to a country far to the east, on a small landmass in comparison to the rest of Asia and Africa, both of which were lands he'd crossed, from his home of Europe, and he'd heard that this land is a mystical place, although torn by terrible war, it's people were the most civilized he'd seen for quite some time.

He'd heard that there were rare individuals, with great power, who were able to tap into the energies that flowed through this land, that pooled in focal points...he'd heard them called shrine maiden's, beautiful women who had never known the touch of a man and held sway over the magic. Yes, he'd said magic, in the past he'd never have believed in it...till the curse had struck, driving England mad as people began to fall victim to it.

From there, the things he'd seen meant he wasn't going to disbelieve in anything, was this punishment from God for humanities sins? To be damned to forever be denied death? Yes, what a strange thing to wish for, he was immortal and could not die but...he wished desperately for the comforting confines of the grave, for every time he died, he lost a little bit of himself, feeling the pain of his previous wounds pressing down on him, the body healed but the mind did not, the human mind was not supposed to remember dying, sometimes in brutal fashions.

And so, he entered the strange land, through the orchard of cherry blossom trees, before he was surrounded, he'd been at the wrong time at the wrong place, for this place had been a chosen battlefield, from what little he'd communicated, the wanderer had come to Kyoto, unaware that the city was a warzone, he'd wondered for the tree's were flourishing...

It wasn't hard to guess why now, this orchard drank of blood and fertilized by bones of the dead and dying.

When next he awoke, he was in in a pile of corpses, ready to be buried, hearing the sounds of the injured, and the dying around him, pulling himself out of the mound(resulting in oaths and curses from nearby soldiers burying the dead), he found he was near where the injured were brought to be cared for...perhaps he could find one of these Maiden's here...

Dark Souls: Igniting the Flame

Yea most of us are haha

Dark Souls: Igniting the Flame

Dark Souls 2

Dark Souls: Igniting the Flame

Interesting

I know nothing about DS2 lore, is my problem

Dark Souls: Igniting the Flame

Now i just have to figure out what he'd planned...or something

I may ask someone else to GM instead, not sure if I'm up for it, unless people are willing to brainstorm ideas, we can't follow the plot of dark souls 100% or we'll just get bored

Dark Souls: Igniting the Flame

I don't know, if it's a problem, I'll take over as GM

EDIT: Assuming everyone else is okay with that

Dark Souls: Igniting the Flame

Name: Kaine

Age: Would have been in his thirties, now his age is irrelevant

Gender: Male

Class: Warrior, used to be a cleric

Covenant: Darkwraith

Appearance


Biography: Some time ago, perhaps a decade, I used to be a man of faith, of great faith who led his brethren in pious prayer to the gods, our benefactors so I believed, who had brought us heat, the flame, and allowed our countries to rise in prosperity, so long as we paid homage to the gods that was, in return they gave us many things, for those of us whose ability to believe was strongest, they could actually bring forth power from their uttered hymns.

These miracles only boosted the faith in others, surely they thought, that if they prayed mightier and believed, they would be given rewards, perhaps a position of power? Wealth? They were gods after all, there was no limit to what they could do.

For me, the day all of my faith shattered, was not the day the Curse of the Undead struck down humanity at large, then I thought that perhaps this ailment was a result of the darkness, the Abyss that was rising in different places throughout the land, Oolacile, New Londo, and other places less heard of, surely our gods would not be so cruel as to punish even unbeliever's with such a curse, if that was so then many people Kaine had known were devout and godly men and women.

All of those believes, crumbled and were ground beneath my feet, the day not when the curse struck, but when the Gods began abandoning us, how could they be so cruel? To leave us all behind? Then, doubts began to poison and eat away at my mind, wondering, pondering, from there I struck out to learn more about the nature of the world. After Gwyn disappeared, as did the rest of the gods except for his daughter Gwynavere, the Dark Moon was nowhere to be found, the Witch was consumed, Nito disappeared, it happened.

Maybe it was necessary to stop it, but I felt that they didn't try very hard to prevent it from happening, New Londo was drowned, hundreds, no thousands perished in the flood, all to contain the spread of the Abyss, maybe it was necessary, but somehow, the whole thing felt off, why would our benefactors? Our kindly and benevolent gods resort so quickly to such an extreme method of containment? Without even trying that hard to help evacuate the city first? No instead they condemned hundreds of innocent lives to death to stop a mere handful of those they called Darkwraiths.

That's when I went to the School of Vinheim, and began digging around in ancient lore, for the sorcerer's there weren't anywhere near as pious as clerics, more given to rational thought then trusting in a higher power, or at least...one that apparently had unpredictable motives like the Gods apparently did, their higher power was reason, logic, and magic, but it was magic brought forth from their own hands.

In between what I'd been taught in Thorolund and what lore I could find, I began to find many disturbing inconsistencies.

What was when the curse struck me down, I had been cursed before, but I hadn't been aware of the brand till I tripped and fell to an untimely, and embarrassing demise down a long flight of stairs, breaking my neck, when I woke up, I had found myself at a bonfire, by then however...the curse had already begun to strike down other sorcerer's, hollows beginning to move throughout the Dragon School of Vinheim, there had been deaths brought about by disease, however for some of those who 'perished', the end was not permanent.

Leaving that place, I made a fateful encounter with a Witch, not one of the Sister's of Chaos, but a rogue sorceress, named Beatrice, after talking to her and learning she was cursed as I was, she took me to a place she had found the Abyss was beginning to break through, using her powers, she aided me as we traversed the darkness, and we encountered a man dressed in fearsome armor, he resembled death himself, we had come to the Abyss, because something had called us.

We did battle, I was not a mere priest, I had been a cleric, one trained in the use of weaponry to wield in holy piety in the name of the Gods, but now my faith was gone, and was driven by a black rage, an anger long suppressed, after subduing the man, he spoke to us, wondering why I had not slain him, I answered that it was because I wanted answers.

From there, he told me many things, things that were unsettling, he was a Darkwraith, separated from his brethren, for the Abyss had many pathways and he had become lost on one of them, from there, he told me the other side of the story.

That the Gods, were responsible for the curse.

That day, who I had been, truly died, I left the small piece of the Abyss, which I suspected would not be there again should anyone find this place once more, I didn't know what to do, but unfortunately(or fortunately as my viewpoint later deemed it), I was not given a choice, I was later found by fellow priests and clerics, who forcefully bound me, and dragged me off, to an asylum they had said...

I tried to escape, many times, and each time they calmly inflicted 'mortal' wounds, knowing the further I slipped into becoming a hollow, the easier I would be to corral, for many hollows were not violent, they merely became almost comatose, laying about in their torment, I knew why. I could feel the weight of many past wounds, gone now physically but mentally...I could still feel the pain, pressing in on my sanity, combined with the hunger, for undead did not need to eat and other adversities, I suspect if I had not had...the burning rage in the core of my soul demanding to know the truth of the curse, I would have gone hollow.

So here I am, sitting in a cell in the asylum, waiting and hoping...

Best friends for ever? (Bleach Fandom: Hunter of Shadows&BeautifulSnow)

Arashi smiled at her compliment to his musical talent "Really? Do you think so? Hearing that makes me glad, I didn't learn to play it for just myself, so it's good to hear my efforts are not in vain." Then he spotted someone he knew and said "Ah, Abarai-San, how are you doing today?" After exchanging the pleasantries, he watched with amusement at the banter between Hana and his fellow lieutenant.

At her invitation he nodded, but before they left "Abarai-san," He said in a mild tone, the redhead turned back to look at him questioningly, but paled when he saw the dangerous look in Arashi's eyes "You'd best take good care of Hana here, or I'm going to be displeased with you." While he was all smiles, and his tone wasn't the least bit threatening, the flat look told Renji all he needed to know.

Waving his hands to ward Arashi's anger off he said "Of course of course! I'd never let one of our most promising squadmember's come to harm! You go and enjoy your date now." He jumped, as the look in his fellow lieutenant's eyes grew sharp like blades, "O-or whatever you're doing! Have fun!" With that Renji booked it out of there.

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Turning back to Hana with a smile he asked "Where would you like to go?"

Dark Souls 2

So, how is that one boss I hear that summons player's to fight you? Easy or hard?

Looking Glass Knight I believe it's called