Home. The word brought many images to mind for different people. Home could be the place you put your feet up and relaxed, or the place that brought you the most stress and thus you avoided it. Home could be warmth or cold, pleasure or pain. But it was always home, it was forever imprinted in your mind and heart and soul. Welcome home, where you’re loved. Welcome home, where you’re abhorred. Welcome home, everything is fine. Welcome home, to hell.
He had been here when the blizzard began, planning to storm the gates and throw Masa down for no other reason than to prove to Karu who ruled this place. He actually liked Masa, she wasn’t above playing dirty with people it was what the village needed, but his ego would not stand the insult it had been given. He knew that it was iced over, but at the time he saw only how he could try to use that to his advantage. Coming back it was different.
It was home.
Golden eyes scan the icy expanse behind them, his features as frozen as the tundra they’d just left. The captain dropped them off at the edge of the ice claiming he wouldn’t wait on them. It wasn’t a fun trek to get here, but it was thankfully uneventful. And now here they stood, at the ruins of the docks, the former bustling village that let people in and out of Kirigakure. He could just spy the peak of the Crystal Tower, able to see where his old office used to be, even. None of those fools ever replaced him when he abandoned his post as Spymaster. Not Yojimbo or Masa. There were things up there that could help.
”Let’s go. I’ll lead you two to my old home, and then I have to gather some items around the city before we head to our goal. IF you wish to accompany me then feel free, but I’ll be hard pressed to protect more than myself from whatever is in the village.”
He could feel them even from here, something from beyond the veil. Whatever caused this blizzard likely tore the fabric between this world and the world of the dead, and the things that came through thirsted for that taste of life again. He could also sense other things, things of neither plane. Old dark places attract old dark things.
Hoshikata lifts the staff, tapping it down once and murmuring the word ssuun. A bright light breaks free of the globe, enveloping himself and his companions if they stay within a dozen feet of him. It would provide gentle warmth, but more importantly it would repel the denizens of death that might happen upon them. With that, he heads off.
For home.
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He had been here when the blizzard began, planning to storm the gates and throw Masa down for no other reason than to prove to Karu who ruled this place. He actually liked Masa, she wasn’t above playing dirty with people it was what the village needed, but his ego would not stand the insult it had been given. He knew that it was iced over, but at the time he saw only how he could try to use that to his advantage. Coming back it was different.
It was home.
Golden eyes scan the icy expanse behind them, his features as frozen as the tundra they’d just left. The captain dropped them off at the edge of the ice claiming he wouldn’t wait on them. It wasn’t a fun trek to get here, but it was thankfully uneventful. And now here they stood, at the ruins of the docks, the former bustling village that let people in and out of Kirigakure. He could just spy the peak of the Crystal Tower, able to see where his old office used to be, even. None of those fools ever replaced him when he abandoned his post as Spymaster. Not Yojimbo or Masa. There were things up there that could help.
”Let’s go. I’ll lead you two to my old home, and then I have to gather some items around the city before we head to our goal. IF you wish to accompany me then feel free, but I’ll be hard pressed to protect more than myself from whatever is in the village.”
He could feel them even from here, something from beyond the veil. Whatever caused this blizzard likely tore the fabric between this world and the world of the dead, and the things that came through thirsted for that taste of life again. He could also sense other things, things of neither plane. Old dark places attract old dark things.
Hoshikata lifts the staff, tapping it down once and murmuring the word ssuun. A bright light breaks free of the globe, enveloping himself and his companions if they stay within a dozen feet of him. It would provide gentle warmth, but more importantly it would repel the denizens of death that might happen upon them. With that, he heads off.
For home.
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