That didn't take as long as I expected. Hopefully it's good :P
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Anyone who can do a B-kick can do a B-twist too. The difference is whether you land on your feet or on your ass.
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The Bonk of America.
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I'm pretty sure the school life genre in Japanese teen novels and comics is meant to distract people, momentarily, from the fact that high school in Japan is an absolute horror.
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Lentia
The first delegation to arrive was that of the white archers from the Northern mountains: the Galmhese delegation, an entourage of six men walking into the grandiose throne room, their long robes and armour a sharp contrast to the relatively warmer climate of the Torivian province.
Four of the men were of massive proportions, each standing at least 185cm tall and all clad in silver plates and anodised blue chainmail; to their sides were attached large quivers full of white-feathered arrows, and upon their shoulders were slung long, majestic bows, carved out of mahogany and carefully inscribed with poems written in the old Galmhese script. Their heads were protected by pointed steel helmets, their faces cold and stony, well weathered by the awesome blizzards of Galmha.
They were the Khama, the elite archers for which the icy, mountainous kingdom of Galmha was famed for. So great was the Galmhese pride in the quality of their archery that less than a tenth of those who wanted to join the Corps of the Khama actually made it in; eight out of nine were rejected simply because they didn't meet height or muscular requirements, and the remaining one out of nine were forced to leave after failing to survive the harsh, spartan training. The one out of ten that remained became the sentinels of the Galmhese palaces and the guards of the royal entourages, as the four who were part of the delegation to Lentia were.
The fifth member of the delegation was a boy who was significantly shorter than the four Khama and looked no older than 18. A white cloak with gold-embossed lining was draped over his shoulders, empty arms trailing behind him; underneath that, he wore a maroon silk tunic with loose maroon trousers and a dark gold sash wrapped above his waist, as well as seamless white gloves that fit snugly on his hands and a pair of black leather shoes. Most noticeably, however, was the sword he carried at his waist; a single-handed, double-edged straight sword, its pommel and cross-guard fashioned out of bronze, its scabbard glossy and black, with a pair of white tassels dangling from the pommel.
Long had the Kingdom of Galmha been plagued with a controversy surrounding their use of borderline child soldiers; orphaned children were, under Galmhese law, under the charge of the Galmhese King, and king after king throughout Galmha's millennia-long history had decided that such children were to be drafted into the military once they had been weaned off milk. Most ended up becoming regular soldiers; a select few were trained specially and inducted into the Khama Corps; an even smaller group that showed aptitude in intellect as well as martial disciplines became specially commissioned officers at young ages, designated to command the autonomous guards of each individual court official and member of the royal family. The maroon tunic and gold sash gave the black-haired, golden-eyed boy away as one such military prodigy.
By far the most imposing of the six, however, was the man shrouded in white from head to toe, nothing but his eyes immediately visible.
Aside from the dark maroon coat he wore above his white shrouds, the only other non-white objects on him were the two broadswords hanging from his waist, the brownish-orange leather belt which held those broadswords there, and the pitch-black walking cane he carried in his left hand, tapping rhythmically as he walked down the carpet, accompanied by the boy officer and the four Khama archers, his right leg limping in a manner signifying a long-endured pain in the knee. His loose white sleeves, unadorned except for his family crests at the wrists, extended far beyond his hands, but occasionally, as he brought his cane forward with each step, one could catch occasional glimpses of his hand; it could only be described as simultaneously withered and swollen, the skin pale as a corpse and joints puffy. The fingernails were yellow and crumbly, except for his pinky, which didn't have a fingernail; the top segment was missing, amputated to stop the spread of a gangrenous area.
Mu O-yhamu Yuhamu, one of the six men and women who sat on the illustrious council of royal advisors known as the Inner Chamber, was a fearsome man. The veil he covered his face with in order to spare others from laying sight upon his rotting skin served also to wrap him in a shroud of white terror, accented by his two eyes, one piercing golden and the other clouded and diseased. His prowess as a strategist and a statesman were well known, and he was one of the few who addressed the Galmhese King by his private name rather than by his official name.
Nonetheless, deference was still owed to the newly-crowned 11-year-old Emperor of Torivian. As the four Khama formed a line, standing at attention on the nonverbal command of the boy in the maroon tunic, O-yhamu limped forward on his walking stick, stood before the throne of the new Emperor, and bowed elegantly, sweeping his arms to the side as his body bent ninety degrees at the waist, his loose white robes flowing with his almost exaggerated movements.
"Your Imperial Highness", he greeted, his baritone muffled ever so slightly by his veil. "Galmha has arrived to pay its respects."
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The first delegation to arrive was that of the white archers from the Northern mountains: the Galmhese delegation, an entourage of six men walking into the grandiose throne room, their long robes and armour a sharp contrast to the relatively warmer climate of the Torivian province.
Four of the men were of massive proportions, each standing at least 185cm tall and all clad in silver plates and anodised blue chainmail; to their sides were attached large quivers full of white-feathered arrows, and upon their shoulders were slung long, majestic bows, carved out of mahogany and carefully inscribed with poems written in the old Galmhese script. Their heads were protected by pointed steel helmets, their faces cold and stony, well weathered by the awesome blizzards of Galmha.
They were the Khama, the elite archers for which the icy, mountainous kingdom of Galmha was famed for. So great was the Galmhese pride in the quality of their archery that less than a tenth of those who wanted to join the Corps of the Khama actually made it in; eight out of nine were rejected simply because they didn't meet height or muscular requirements, and the remaining one out of nine were forced to leave after failing to survive the harsh, spartan training. The one out of ten that remained became the sentinels of the Galmhese palaces and the guards of the royal entourages, as the four who were part of the delegation to Lentia were.
The fifth member of the delegation was a boy who was significantly shorter than the four Khama and looked no older than 18. A white cloak with gold-embossed lining was draped over his shoulders, empty arms trailing behind him; underneath that, he wore a maroon silk tunic with loose maroon trousers and a dark gold sash wrapped above his waist, as well as seamless white gloves that fit snugly on his hands and a pair of black leather shoes. Most noticeably, however, was the sword he carried at his waist; a single-handed, double-edged straight sword, its pommel and cross-guard fashioned out of bronze, its scabbard glossy and black, with a pair of white tassels dangling from the pommel.
Long had the Kingdom of Galmha been plagued with a controversy surrounding their use of borderline child soldiers; orphaned children were, under Galmhese law, under the charge of the Galmhese King, and king after king throughout Galmha's millennia-long history had decided that such children were to be drafted into the military once they had been weaned off milk. Most ended up becoming regular soldiers; a select few were trained specially and inducted into the Khama Corps; an even smaller group that showed aptitude in intellect as well as martial disciplines became specially commissioned officers at young ages, designated to command the autonomous guards of each individual court official and member of the royal family. The maroon tunic and gold sash gave the black-haired, golden-eyed boy away as one such military prodigy.
By far the most imposing of the six, however, was the man shrouded in white from head to toe, nothing but his eyes immediately visible.
Aside from the dark maroon coat he wore above his white shrouds, the only other non-white objects on him were the two broadswords hanging from his waist, the brownish-orange leather belt which held those broadswords there, and the pitch-black walking cane he carried in his left hand, tapping rhythmically as he walked down the carpet, accompanied by the boy officer and the four Khama archers, his right leg limping in a manner signifying a long-endured pain in the knee. His loose white sleeves, unadorned except for his family crests at the wrists, extended far beyond his hands, but occasionally, as he brought his cane forward with each step, one could catch occasional glimpses of his hand; it could only be described as simultaneously withered and swollen, the skin pale as a corpse and joints puffy. The fingernails were yellow and crumbly, except for his pinky, which didn't have a fingernail; the top segment was missing, amputated to stop the spread of a gangrenous area.
Mu O-yhamu Yuhamu, one of the six men and women who sat on the illustrious council of royal advisors known as the Inner Chamber, was a fearsome man. The veil he covered his face with in order to spare others from laying sight upon his rotting skin served also to wrap him in a shroud of white terror, accented by his two eyes, one piercing golden and the other clouded and diseased. His prowess as a strategist and a statesman were well known, and he was one of the few who addressed the Galmhese King by his private name rather than by his official name.
Nonetheless, deference was still owed to the newly-crowned 11-year-old Emperor of Torivian. As the four Khama formed a line, standing at attention on the nonverbal command of the boy in the maroon tunic, O-yhamu limped forward on his walking stick, stood before the throne of the new Emperor, and bowed elegantly, sweeping his arms to the side as his body bent ninety degrees at the waist, his loose white robes flowing with his almost exaggerated movements.
"Your Imperial Highness", he greeted, his baritone muffled ever so slightly by his veil. "Galmha has arrived to pay its respects."
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Ah, yes. There's a hole in my schedule, at last.
I should be able to get my post up by tonight. No flashy entrance for me, though.
I should be able to get my post up by tonight. No flashy entrance for me, though.
It seems the site is working again... mostly. All whose still in, report for duty! Let's sail this ship away.
Zdrastvuyte. I'm ready.
Well... I was worried I was the only one with server issues here. :P
Anyways, if I happen to have the time (I'm running from place to place almost all the time at this point), I'll write up a detailed history of Galmha.
Anyways, if I happen to have the time (I'm running from place to place almost all the time at this point), I'll write up a detailed history of Galmha.
@6slyboy6 I don’t think there will be all out war or secessionism either, but there’s always the possibility of a slight skirmish happening now and then, IMHO.
@6slyboy6 Desert archers VS mountain archers... that would have been an interesting scenario to see played out, especially in the not unlikely event that things turn sour. :P
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