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>(OOC) I just need to say thank you to Yamo for this >position. Note:the request itself was written as an >email to him. > >(IC) >An extremely tall dog stood in front of him ready for >attack with teeth bared, Oker’s eyes were closed and >he stood perfectly still listening to the butterflies >alight on the grass with his double katana strapped to >his back. The dog was mighty with muscles rippling >and pulsating as a simple eye batted, he was covered >with old scars and wore only a loincloth. In both >hands he held mighty hammers that looked as if they >would make the earth shudder for miles around and did. > Oker’s feet felt the subtle movement of his father >leaning slightly to his left, so that is where he >jumped hoping for a bluff. His father knew his power >and hadn’t bluffed but was swinging down with full >force ready to crush his only son. Oker quickly >jumped up and over his father’s nearly 7-foot frame >then bounced back p for a quick cut to the throat but >his father was gone. He studied the earth knowing Oon >was somewhere waiting too attack, sensing the >vibrations he stood directly above where he guessed >his father and wasn’t surprised when the giant beast >tore out of the ground directly under him. Quickly as >he felt the thrust he jumped with katana pointed down >and didn’t miss as he came back slicing his father >from the neck to lower back. His father twisted >around before his wound quickly turned to stone and he >lost mobility. Oker did a tight spinning thrust but >nearly had his arm smashed by the swinging megaton >hammer. Only his extremely fast flexible movements >kept him alive as his father only slightly slower came >after him with mighty near misses. He took one giant >flip back and stood up watching his father, obvious >sound had almost disappeared with only the sound of >the hammers going through vacuum as they came down. >He twisted the two blades making them fall apart into >his hands and stood with them crossed pointing down. >Looking up at his father he smirked and almost lost >his head as he jumped up missing yet another >deathblow. Stopping in mid air he dropped onto his >father’s head and struck down too late as his father >sunk into the ground. He stood perfectly still >quieting his heart until it was but a tiny whimper, >his father waited. He felt nothing as his father >grabbed his ankle and pulled him down into a place he >couldn’t breathe. He had a small amount of his >fathers magic and could at least move very slowly >inside the topsoil so he began a spin, both katanas >out as he stood head down. He hit something and was >thrown out as his father came straight up enraged with >pain, his arm was flopping at his side with little >flesh holding it as the blackish blood oozed out. Oon >took the arm and reapplied it until veins of stone >appeared to engulf the entire arm covering any sign of >entrance. That’s when Oker attacked and slid his two >katanas together into one of his father’s might legs. >All of a sudden they stopped moving as new veins of >stone came to wrap around them from the dark blood. >Oker immediately jumped straight up surprising his >father enough as he came down onto his back arms >around neck. He knew no other weakness in his father >except for his lack of ability to reach his back for >the giant muscles, his father spun around and tried >to stomp him with his great weight but couldn’t throw >him. Oker tightened as much as he could and heard his >father begin to breathe heavily until he fell finally >into unconsciousness but that wasn’t the only way he >fell. Oker was smashed under his father’s slumbering >weight and held there for hours before his father >would wake. > >A Oon marked younger with smaller muscles was holding >his young son in his lap and telling stories of his >time in Old KotN where he was always called chief or >sir except by his friend and leader Raithen. He had >left when he met Oker’s mother and had never seen it’s >beautiful castles and cities ever again. His >amazingly deep voice was full of happiness as he >talked in perfect detail of his adventures until his >small son slept. > >A longing heart is all Oker woke up with as he >remembered his long dead father; he looked around the >small shabby room studying its dim features. His >Katana was held above the fireplace and his very light >leathery suit of armor was on a rack in the corner. >In front of the fireplace slept his faithful pup that >he had rescued some years before. His mind completely >awake studied over the dreams and he remembered back >to his father talking about KotN. With that idea in >his head he got up and nudged the sleeping lad awake >then turned to put on his armor and cloak then >strapped to his back the katana. He grabbed a pack >and prepared it for a journey he knew not how long >could be. He took tasteless travel bread and other >essential items for life, turning to find the small >dog all ready to go with a similar pack tied onto a >staff over his shoulder he walked out with small >shadow behind. >“Master why do we leave so hastily? Asked the shadow. >“It was time to leave, we’ve been here too long and I >have an odd feeling today I will find KotN” stated >Oker. >The pup who had no name he knew of quieted down for he >had many a time heard of KotN and its beautiful >landscape but each time he had come on these trips the >failure came and they would return to the small cabin >in the woods. They walked on an eastern trek with no >path and stayed many a night upon the ground with >little but cloak to protect them from the cold nights. > One day, a week after they had left the cabin while >the pup was away taking care of his call to nature he >heard a shrieking bark in the general direction of >where the pup had gone. He ran there to find the pup >curled up and a small snake slithering away. He >studied the pup’s body and found the bite on the >ankle, quickly he grabbed up the pup knowing little of >healing and ran where his ear heard something like >what he hoped was a tavern in the distance. Breaking >through the brush to an open path in the forest he >took it less than two miles to come on exactly what he >needed, a tavern bore the name “The Golden Kitty” and >going through the small door he rushed in to the smell >of smoke and alcohol. He laid his companion in the >corner and went to the barkeep. >“My friend has been bitten by a snake and needs help,” >He said smoothly. >The barkeep pointed to a nicely dressed gentlemen >sitting with a group of others and he ran up to him >and told everything he could recall. With disgruntled >face the man quickly got up and went to the pup to see >the bite. >“I need to take him to the clinic, pick him up and >follow me,” was all the doctor said before turning to >leave. Oker picked him up and followed quickly, they >entered the short building and he placed pup onto one >of the cots he found. Days later his friend was well >again and they were ready to go, as he paid the >doctor he began talking with her about geography and >found amazingly that she had heard of KotN before. >“Do you know where it is?” he asked with a note of >eagerness. >“I thought it was gone, I don’t know what but they >disappeared” She said slowly. >“I will have to deal with that, do you know where it >was before?” >“Two weeks southeast of here, if you follow the paths >maybe 3” >Giving her another silver piece he left with a nod >then started to travel in the noted direction. >Nothing to note happened as they raveled those three >hard weeks with little to eat until they spotted the >first village completely deserted. Traveling on they >became discouraged with the lack of population as day >after day went by. Finally they came upon a city is >outskirts also had no people but as they traveled >farther in and spotted a castle many people were seen >to be at work and play. >“Where are we?” asked the pup to himself. >“Why, Kingdom of the Night of course,” A passerby >stated and continued on. >Traveling on they came to the castle and though few >were there Oker was able to get the position of elite >guard and get residence inside an inn near the castle. > He wondered over lack of leadership for the guard and >making his decision that night, Oker thought over >constantly of what to write in a request to his Rah >and finally finishing it he handed it to his short >friend and told him exactly what to do the next >morning. Dressed in his finest the pup ran out of the >door scroll in hand. > >At the castle: >The small dog ran eagerly up to Yamo holding a scroll >with his master’s badge on it, bowing he handed it to >the Rah and stood aside waiting for an answer. The >rah looked at the boy then the scroll and broke the >wax seal to study its surface. On it, it read: > >Rah Yamo, >I have sent this messenger to make a request of your >great benevolence, I have watched the position of the >Chief of the Guard and grow worried as it sits open >with no one to fill it. I feel that I have the >qualities required of this great position that holds >the entire defense of our great nation. I have been >trained by my father one of KotN's Chiefs in history >and know how to handle things from something close to >past experience. Physically I am powerful enough to >hold back any threat and know how to train men into >strong defensive power. I have a working knowledge of >our laws and know when to enforce and to let go. I am >a kind but strict leader who can show little mercy at >times of attack but will get the job done. I am >always willing and ready to serve what ever your >wishes may be. > > > Your Samurai, > > Oker > >As Yamo rolled the scroll up the eager pup stood in >front of him, with a quick nod and a quill dashing >over the paper quickly he handed the pup the letter >and watched him dash off. As the pup neared the Inn he >couldn't help himself but read. It read: > >Congratulations my friend, you have been chosen to be >chief, I stand in firm belief you will not let me >down. You will have reign over all defensive posts in >the castle, and kingdom… > > Your Rah, > Yoma Toshida > >Oker noted the broken seal with a grimace but reading >the letter a smile broke over his face as he learned >his new position. He knew he would fit it as best he >could. > >OOC: Thanks for reading my little story.

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