by Jet Sun Mar 02, 2014 11:03 am
So the journey began, the fledgling group that followed Hagoromo left many goblins and wolves in their wake but it wasnt until they reached a settled emcampment that they finally gained respite. Inside the makeshift walls were others like them willing to fight the Dragon. The only diference being their cause lay in love of coin and fortified walls, not virtue. Those that would prove themselves able would be recruited to the armed force of the capital city, Gran Soren. As the group entered they witnessed the latest batch of troops be promoted to service and geared for travel to occupy their new positions, supply carts at the ready. Hagoromo and his allies would go on to join them as a guard escort, both parties mutually benefitting from a better equipped caravan.
Hagoromo took this time to equip some new gear for himself. Choosing to purchase a great hammer as a backup to his questionable weaponry, along with a leather headband. The latter would come to be the symbol of The One Who Would Bring Peace. Joined with more swords at his side they braved the road once more. But first watch was not easy.
Eventually the road gave way to a mine passage, behind it the last obstacle to the capital. As the caravan made its way forward it encountered a variety of beasts, among them a troll of great strength. Together the soldiers and Hagoromos allies attacked weakening it enough for him to deal the final blow. With this morale soared and many more blades began to gather at his side. This momentum led them through the cave and they clawed their way to the exit, the sun already rising.
Now outside and no longer constricted by the environment the caravan was able to dispatch the last of the enemies with relative ease. Our hero broke his sword amongst the last of the goblin skulls its blade finally falling to disrepair. It was only then that he had a chance to look around the open field for those that survived. Dozens of allied troops had fallen and many more laid injured during the incursion. The wounded looked amongst themselves for a reason to go on, their resolve shaken at the prospect of continuing to Gran Soren and facing their potential deaths once again suddenly seeming less and less appealing. Others looked to what remained of the caravan supplies, weighing their luck on their own. Those that remained were either too weak to venture out alone, or looked to be cutthroats waiting for their chance to pillage what remained of the cargo; few that could stand were men of honor. Conflict could already be heard and arguments began to escalate. The tension could be felt in the air, someone would have to act to prevent bloodshed...
...and act Hagoromo did. He rushed to the caravan and stripped it of its flag, the banner that represented what initially united them, and planted it forcefully on the ground. Then he spoke
Even though you have been separated, you shall always remember this moment, when you fought together. Until eventually that time shall come when you will become one… You each carry a name… And with a different shape than you had up to now, you will be shown a righteous path, different from the time you spent on this day. What is true power… …Until that time…follow me..the one who will establish peace and orderAnd so they did.