conversations: human
conversations:  ~ CHRONICLES OF THE DRAGON SAMURAI ~    
     A thousand generations ago, the world was engulfed in endless petty wars. The Dragons of Old wished to end the bloodshed and bring peace to the world.
  
  The Dragons gifted a select few noble warriors a portion of their power. The Dragon Samurai - as they came to be called - rose to become the world's greatest guardians of peace, order and justice.
  
  Thirty generations ago, a thousand demonic portals opened across the world, from each spilled forth an innumerable number of demons. The Dragon Samurai alone could not contain evil of this magnitude.
  
  In the world's darkest hour, the Dragons of Old sent forth a being empowered with a large portion of their magical vigor. A being capable of repelling the Demons and liberating the world. Thus was born the Ten-Headed Champion.
  
  Uniting with the Dragon Samurai, the Ten-Headed Champion beat back the demonic hordes. Over the course of centuries, each fiendish portal was sealed. Cut off from the foul magics of the Abyss, the demon horde withered.  Slowly but surly the tide turned in favor of the free peoples of the world.
  
  After slaying the last Demon Lord and sealing the final portal, the world collectively let slip a sigh of relief. Peace - hard fought though it had been - had finally returned.
  
  But then, the world was betrayed.
  
  The Ten-Headed Champion declared himself the Ten-Headed Emperor and took up arms to conquer the world.
  
  After the catastrophe of the Demon War, the Dragon Samurai were too few in number to defeat a being of such awesome might.
  
  The few remaining warriors gathered in their order's spiritual capital - Castle of Heiwa - then waited for the inevitable siege to commence.
  
  It was then that the Prismatic Lady - leader of the Dragon Samurai - gathered a small group of new recruits and took them to the deepest, darkest chamber of the labyrinth beneath the castle.
  
  She declared that the world had fallen into the dark shadow of the Ten-Headed Emperor. The Order of the Dragon Samurai must survive, for you - the last Dragon Samurai - are the world's last hope to free it from the grip of tyranny.
  
  The Prismatic Lady then, using her magic, put the recruits into a deep, centuries long sleep. She warded the chamber and sealed it away, so none would chance upon it.
  
  You were one of those recruits.
  
  You are the last remaining hope of the world.
  
  This is your story...     
     ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~   
   BOOM!
  
   BOOM! 
   BOOOOOOM!  
  
  You are rocked awake by the cacophonous sound of stone slamming into stone.
  
  Your vision is blurry.
  
  Dust is all around you.
  
   BOOM!
  
   BOOM! 
   BOOOOOOM!  
  
  You look around through the haze, you spot several of your peers, all Dragon Samurai. All put to sleep by the Prismatic Lady. Your minds race - has the battle against the Ten-Headed Emperor commenced? Have the other Dragon Samurai fallen in battle? Are you the last to stand your ground? Is this the day you will give your life in the name of Peace, Order &amp; Justice?
  
   BOOM!
  
   BOOM! 
   BOOOOOOM!  
  
  The thunderous noise of stone boulders slamming into the stone walls is deafening.
  
  You can hear some voices calling out. Muffled and nondescript. The sounds are vaguely like common but you cannot make out any words.
  
  The chamber in which you were put to rest is located deep in the bowels of the labyrinth built beneath the Heiwa Castle, the ancient sanctuary of your Order. It is a simple twenty foot long by twenty foot wide chamber, originally designed to house the dead before they are ritually put to rest, per their Clan's unique customs. You are still clad in your armor, your weapons are within arms reach.
  
  The heavy stone door to your room bursts open!
  
  A dusky skinned dwarf with alabaster white hair and a long, braided, dyed-blue beard rockets inside. He wears golden plate armor and wields a warhammer in one hand and a kite shield in the other. He screeches in dwarven, before realizing not everyone understands him. He switches to another language, it sounds vaguely of the common tongue but the vowel pronunciations and some of the vocab is alien to you.
  
    "My izena is Tragnur of the Snow. I am the Mailua of Harbuck Emberdoom, Lord Daimyo of Yuki Andarando. We serve the Nanbu no Kiba ( Southern Fang ). The Lord Daimyo of  Yuki Andarando has been gifted this maze by the Nanbu no Kiba. You are urratzaileak and grave robbers! Surrender or face the might of my odoleko arma!"   He hoists his shield in front of his body and rears his hammer back, ready to strike.
  
   BOOM!
  
   BOOM! 
   BOOOOOOM!  
  
  What do you do...?
  
   
   Spoiler: Linked Threads 
  
    Linked Threads  :
   - In Character Threads 
  ---  IC 1 
   - Out of Character Threads 
  ---  OOC 1 
   - Recruitment Threads 
  ---  Recruitment 1 
   
conversations: GreenDragonPage:
conversations: human
conversations:  Looking around at the others and the dwarf, as she collects her weapons.
  
   
   Spoiler: rolls 
  
  Knowledge (Nobility and Royalty):  (1d20+7)[ 25 ] 
  Sense Motives:  (1d20+6)[ 11 ] 
  Spot:  (1d20+10)[ 16 ] 
  Iaijutsu Focus:  (1d20+8)[ 28 ] 
   
conversations: samduke:
conversations: human
conversations:  Rufus scrambles to his feet, his hands instinctively going to his sheathed weapon as his eyes dart around the room trying to recall exactly with who he was placed into stasis by the Prismatic Lady from that hectic time. Rufus considers the state of his body, though finds it feels almost like he simply awoke from a deep sleep. Unable to tell how much time is passed, he decides to try to get some information from this dwarf.
  
    "I have no quarrel with you Tragnur of the Snow, Mailua of Harbruck Everdoom, Lord Daimyo of Yuki Andarando."   Rufus replies formally, while consciously moving his hands from his weaponry and showing his empty palms, a gesture his house taught to de-escalate situations by showing you neither hold nor conceal a weapon.
  
    "I implore you, tell us what has become of the Ten-Headed Emperor? Have the last remnants of the demon army been vanquished or has the Ten-Headed Emperor drawn them under his banner?"  
conversations: Aegis013:
conversations: human
conversations:  Yoshido Utaemon     
   Ninja/Totemist 
   AC: 20 (15 touch, 17 ff) HP: 40/40 
   Fort: 6  Ref: 7  Will: 5 
   Conditions: --  
  
  
  Yoshido seemed to have sleeped and dreamed for eternity. After his transformation he thought, that he would never dream again, but it turned out, that even such creatures, as himself, still have imagination. And suddenly his dreams were interrupted. At first ninja didn't realize that this dwarf was real, but nevertheless instinctively moved to the closest shadows, covering himself from the possible enemies. No, he didn't forget, how to use stealth and his claws, now made from finest metal, that Silver clan artisans were able to get.
  
  After his swift movement Yoshido starts examining the surrounding area, trying to understand, who else is here, and what are their intentions.
   
   
    
   
   Spoiler: OOC 
  
  I hide  (1d20+27)[ 33 ]  - Hide (HiPS)
  And examine the area  (1d20+13)[ 31 ]  - Spot
   
conversations: Xav:
conversations: human
conversations:  Kazumi, while rubbing his eyes, noticed there were already two methods being taken to destabilize the situation, so instead, he tried to gather intelligence.
  
   
   Spoiler: ooc 
  
   (1d20+2)[ 17 ]  Lore (Bardic Knowledge) to see if he recognizes anything of what was said
  
  Also casting Detect Evil as an sla
   
conversations: Dakrsidder:
conversations: human
conversations:  Tumblepaw realizes that combat should be avoided, but he is not the best vessel to that outcome.   Let the negotiator work . He slips into his feline form, should talks break down.  He tries to look as non-threatening as possible.
conversations: Feathersnow: