For the past forty years the Hirose Shogunate has thrown the realms into chaos as a brutal succession war rages through the lands. Sokoku, the home isles, have stretched their resources thin trying to maintain their hold over foreign claims and now regional warlords have emerged to fight amongst each other for supremacy. Some wish to restore balance to the realms while others are more concerned with their own personal power. The three great clans Hirose, Anno, and Akahoshi currently hold the most influence over Sokoku and its greatest prize the Raganzu Empire but with more claimants rising up every year its unclear when this bloody conflict will end or who will emerge victorious.
Character Sheet
The Boat
The roar of ocean swelled and Masanori rocked onboard the deck of the small junk. His vision was blurry and the ocean smelled wrong, too much blood and smoke. He clung to the railing as the noise roared in his ears, where was Sokoku among the waves? His clans ancestral homelands awaited him but this noise and heat was in his way. Why weren't his limbs working? Reaching towards his stomach he found his hand came away sticky as a red blur in his sight. There was a brief sensation of vertigo as the sky and ground seemed to fight one another before his gaze. Then cold shock and a feeling of sinking ever deeper. Somehow he still heard the waves growing louder and louder until his head throbbed and the water began to boil.
"Airi! Watch his head!"
Masanori felt the sudden splash of fresh cool water hit him and his eyes blinked open to reality. A thin peasant woman was struggling with a bucket of water while an elderly man behind her tried to right her steps. More of the water splashed out over his body and there was a tight pain in his abs as he tried to move. Where was the boat? That didn't seem right. He was inland last time he checked there were no boats for a hundred miles at least. He was naked apart from the blankets over his body and he didn't recognize the small shack around him or the pair that were either trying to drown him or simply fumbling in their efforts to care for him.
"I'm sorry uncle. I slipped. His fever broke last night but his wound stinks I was just going to wash it- HE MOVED!"
The girl shrieked suddenly and dropped the bucket nearby. The water washed over the thin mat Masanori was resting on. The old man scolded the girl and pushed her aside.
"Say there, you awake? Can you here me fellow? I'm Jimin and this is my niece Airi. We weren't sure if you were going to make it to be honest. You washed up in the river a few nights ago all bloody and delirious. Took you back home but honestly I had started digging a grave..."
The pair stared at Masanori, the young woman half hiding behind the elder. She looked underfed, they both did and neither one had clean clothes or any sort of weapon. The small shack barely contained enough room for the three bed mats and some fishing equipment. A few rays of sunlight tracked through the shoddy wood panels and outside he could faintly hear the sounds of other people going on about their day.