Note: I did not know what specific banner I should give myself so I will have to defer that until I am told what I am. This is not an attempt to circumvent any rules.
Edit: Banner was added Nov. 9.
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The sun sets earlier in the winter months, the fleeting diurnal epoch heralded more than longer nights but also cooler days. A welcome respite to most desert-dwellers that came with the promise of life-sustaining water. The rainy season meant something different in Wind Country, the rain had nowhere to go on the rare day that the heavens unleashed their fury. The sand would become a thick, stubborn mire underfoot. It was a struggle to reach the gates, but not for threat of heatstroke but rather drowning in the depths of the muck that had formed beneath her. A different sort of peril that proved to be yet another innate hazard of Wind Country.
Wind Country was the sort of place where everything... absolutely everything can kill you.
To one as slight as Michi, she would look even smaller in the midst of these rains. Bundled in oil-soaked leathers, a shock of white peering from beneath the hood. The years had changed her physically, hardly the 'young', impetuous woman that defied the daimyo those years before. She had chosen to live a life of quiet reflection, inquiry and of course service to the steel crown. As an Oracle, she remained a scribe who documented the passage of days, months, years and even decades. She studied the mundane and the fantastic and upon treading truly treacherous waters, she had decided it was time to report in.
Twenty-four years passed in the blink of an eye. She had changed little, less her hair which had turned salt-and-pepper before proper-grey and now a snowy white. Her characteristic golden eyes and angular, somewhat plain features were for the most part unchanged, just aged. A satchel slung over her back, shifted restlessly with her movements as she found herself at the foot of Primus' Bulwark Gate. Who named this thing? She was left to silently wonder as she called out to the shinobi on watch this evening. "Hello," she called. There was no tone of inquiry, she was certain that even if unseen, that they were there. She would wait (until a PC or a faceless NPC addressed her) and simply state, "my name is Michi. I am looking to meet with Kazekage Ryuzaki Raizō or one of his Sennins." If, or rather when she was asked for some sort of identification, she would be able to provide none. "I am unfortunately unable to positively identify myself," there would be no passport in her possession. "But I can provide this," a small silver trinket with the mark of the Oracle order embossed on the face. It was an old piece, predating the current baubles by over thirty years. Something that could have easily been stolen from a corpse, traded for a hot meal or lost in the dunes.
"I remand myself into your custody until we meet either the present Kazekage or one of his Sennins," she announced, not particularly fussed by the scenario of a being seen as an intruder. She had been an intruder previously. She had caused terrible suffering and it was through their mercy that she lived on and she was now able to finally return the favor. "But time is a valued commodity even if so much has passed. I find myself rather anxious to address the present ruling party of this village and I hope that the time I spend with them can be both brief and amicable." She would pull back her rain-soaked hood, rivulets would pour off her back to reveal a rather plain-faced woman that appeared younger than her assumed age. Her previously cropped tresses had grown long and somewhat thin, unruly and not particularly defined. Her features small, fine lines creased her forehead and the corners of her eyes, there was residual evidence of mud or perhaps pain smeared on her brow that had for the most part been washed away. She was not an intimidating woman but her endurance would suggest that she was not all that she seemed.
Edit: Banner was added Nov. 9.
IC:
The sun sets earlier in the winter months, the fleeting diurnal epoch heralded more than longer nights but also cooler days. A welcome respite to most desert-dwellers that came with the promise of life-sustaining water. The rainy season meant something different in Wind Country, the rain had nowhere to go on the rare day that the heavens unleashed their fury. The sand would become a thick, stubborn mire underfoot. It was a struggle to reach the gates, but not for threat of heatstroke but rather drowning in the depths of the muck that had formed beneath her. A different sort of peril that proved to be yet another innate hazard of Wind Country.
Wind Country was the sort of place where everything... absolutely everything can kill you.
To one as slight as Michi, she would look even smaller in the midst of these rains. Bundled in oil-soaked leathers, a shock of white peering from beneath the hood. The years had changed her physically, hardly the 'young', impetuous woman that defied the daimyo those years before. She had chosen to live a life of quiet reflection, inquiry and of course service to the steel crown. As an Oracle, she remained a scribe who documented the passage of days, months, years and even decades. She studied the mundane and the fantastic and upon treading truly treacherous waters, she had decided it was time to report in.
Twenty-four years passed in the blink of an eye. She had changed little, less her hair which had turned salt-and-pepper before proper-grey and now a snowy white. Her characteristic golden eyes and angular, somewhat plain features were for the most part unchanged, just aged. A satchel slung over her back, shifted restlessly with her movements as she found herself at the foot of Primus' Bulwark Gate. Who named this thing? She was left to silently wonder as she called out to the shinobi on watch this evening. "Hello," she called. There was no tone of inquiry, she was certain that even if unseen, that they were there. She would wait (until a PC or a faceless NPC addressed her) and simply state, "my name is Michi. I am looking to meet with Kazekage Ryuzaki Raizō or one of his Sennins." If, or rather when she was asked for some sort of identification, she would be able to provide none. "I am unfortunately unable to positively identify myself," there would be no passport in her possession. "But I can provide this," a small silver trinket with the mark of the Oracle order embossed on the face. It was an old piece, predating the current baubles by over thirty years. Something that could have easily been stolen from a corpse, traded for a hot meal or lost in the dunes.
"I remand myself into your custody until we meet either the present Kazekage or one of his Sennins," she announced, not particularly fussed by the scenario of a being seen as an intruder. She had been an intruder previously. She had caused terrible suffering and it was through their mercy that she lived on and she was now able to finally return the favor. "But time is a valued commodity even if so much has passed. I find myself rather anxious to address the present ruling party of this village and I hope that the time I spend with them can be both brief and amicable." She would pull back her rain-soaked hood, rivulets would pour off her back to reveal a rather plain-faced woman that appeared younger than her assumed age. Her previously cropped tresses had grown long and somewhat thin, unruly and not particularly defined. Her features small, fine lines creased her forehead and the corners of her eyes, there was residual evidence of mud or perhaps pain smeared on her brow that had for the most part been washed away. She was not an intimidating woman but her endurance would suggest that she was not all that she seemed.
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