<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/63/64/62/636462f5accb64ce10d73af3fec11718.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Bertholt Hashimoto</span></span><br/><em>Human Samurai of the Order of the Warrior</em><br/>Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1294841)<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Resort Town<br/><strong>Accommodations:</strong>Orange<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>His Adventuring Company, Open; Sarrett, Aramis;<br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Getting a job;<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Bertholt Hashimoto, the Unvanquished Blade of the East and servant of the Unseen Daimyo, despised traveling by sea.  The movement of the waves stirred in him spit and venom.  Not one single morsel could he stomach aboard the ship.  Even when the winds were kind and the sea was glass, Hashimoto could not tame his unease.  Needless to say, the samurai found no pleasure in his new diet, and so spent most of the trip in his cramped cabin in meditation or in slumber.  He took nothing to remedy his illness, and further compounded his sickness by refusing to disarm himself.<br/><br/>"I am not ill," he would say to his doting friends with an imperious tone but a telling green face,  "my body is struggling to adjust to this... leisure."  This was not something that the samurai actually believed, but his honor code forbade him to show weakness even in the smallest things.<br/><br/>Once the company disembarked, the young samurai was so pleased to be rid himself of the blasted ship, though he did not say so.  In fact, he had expressed his displeasure that the trip had "ended prematurely".  But his happiness was clearly marked by the extra bounce of his long stride.  He shuffled off the boat clinging to his kit in one hand and holding his ponderous helmet in the other, but he had wedged the helm beneath his arm so to accept his hotel rune, which, unlike Sarrett and Aramis's runes, was white.<br/><br/>"Farewell..." he murmured behind Sarrett and Aramis as they made a beeline towards their rooms.  He could not fault them for their excitement, nor could he be offended by their desire to part company so quickly.  The adventuring party had spent too much time together in the last two months exploring every corner of hardship and tribulation for him to be offended.  Calamity had been their constant companion.  But the samurai did not intend to relax.<br/><br/>"Any idea where the lot of you will go?" he asked, turning towards the others.   "My habitations are in the white lodge, but I will keep the sea as my bed-fellow this evening... after I've obtained some manner of employment."