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Male Half Elf Samurai Ronin "Sword Saint"
![]() "Burn it all. This filth is a blasphemy against life... though Besmara does not shun such, it with my own conscious they be cleaned of their curse," he says with a grimace. Besmara didn't indeed shun undeath, but his own cultural beliefs conflicted with his newer religious beliefs. ![]()
Male Half Elf Samurai Ronin "Sword Saint"
![]() Climb: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (16) + 10 = 26 "I shall follow close behind you,"Amuro says as he begins to climb the tree right after, using his skills in the navy to climb the tree and then vines and branches above. He wondered wither they could forge some sort of thing to let their compatriots follow behind them. ![]()
Male Half Elf Samurai Ronin "Sword Saint"
![]() "Watashi wa yuzuru tsumori desu." Speak Minkian:
"I shall yield." "My name is Endo Amuro, former Samurai to the Wanshi," he says letting his hands fall away from his scabbard and bowing in a polite fashion. Gone were the days of suspecting others to bow to him and now the humbling of bowing to others, "My faith now resides in that of Besmara and much like my compatriot I can render limited medical aide. However my skill is in sailing." ![]()
Male Half Elf Samurai Ronin "Sword Saint"
![]() Stirring from his slumber, Amuro would feel the hot sun at his back, clothing dried. The opposite with his front, laying out on the sand wet and soggy. He'd turn over, looking up at the sun disoriented and tired. Next to him he could see a form of a woman, the druid perhaps? He wasn't sure, for the moment simply laying there, thinking about the evening before. The ship was wrecked and very likely they were the only survivors. "それはまだ私の時間ではありません。私の最愛の海子は、もう少し待ってください。" Speak Minkian:
"It is not my time yet. My dearest Umiko, do wait a little longer." He would attempt to will himself up, requiring some notable effort before he could. He'd remove his boots, letting his soaked feet some fresh air and knocking out any water that could be in them before looking to the woman that as far as he knew was the only other survivor. She was already standing, looking out around them towards the empty looking huts. "I am fine," he speaks in common tongue, just sitting there for a moment as he grabbed the sheathed sword, his sword beside him, pulling it out slightly to inspect it for damage before putting it away, "The ship... it is gone... I doubt there is anyone else alive. I did not see a single other soul than us get on the life boat. Shameful we could not do more." Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18 He would shortly stand, walking over to what looked to be his small backpack and a wooden shield, pulling it from the brushing waves after he put back on his now slightly drier boots. ![]()
![]() Voice in the Maelstrom wrote: If i get 2-4 completed characters I will begin considering asap as I hope this won't take more than a week. I give to you Amuro Endo. Ronin Sword Saint of Minkai that once along time ago hunted pirates, now having become one himself. Samurai "Sword Saint" 3/ Cleric of Besmara 1 |