Post by Manshin on Feb 13, 2005 16:29:04 GMT -5
Manshin was the son of a traveling merchant from Kara-Tur, a man called Shin-Tso who was born of the Mantis clan. Shin had been a soldier in his youth during the clan wars, and though he had always maintained the dicipline and skill of his days in the military, he had since retired to a life on the road. His caravan traveled far to the West, trading goods. It was on one such trip that he met Manshin's mother in a small village within the Horde lands. She was a woman of Rashemon, strong and proud with fair skin and long brown hair. Manshin took after his father in appearance, but retained the brown hair of his mother, and his eyes were slightly more rounded than his fathers. He grew up in this village, but often traveled with his father in the trade caravans headed to and from Kara-Tur along the Golden Way.
One fateful day, when Manshin was 9, he and his father were traveling East through a mountainous region on the way to Shou-Lung in Kara-Tur. It was here that hooded and masked bandits raided the caravan. The attackers killed everyone without mercy. The young boy was forced to watch as his father was drugged from afar by poisoned needles and then slain without mercy. It seemed impossible then, that a man of such skill and honor could be killed by something as wretched as poison... all of his long years of training had equated to nothing. Manshin's small world collapsed.
After cutting the head from the boy's father, one of the assassins slowly walked toward young Manshin, intending to finish the grizzly work which had been done here... to kill the final small surviver of this slaughter. The dark man stood before Manshin for just a moment before he raised his blade to deliver the killing stroke. To the surprise of all who watched, the young boy avoided the skillful attack that would have ended his life. The attacker was furious and humiliated, and his next strike would have slain Manshin had a commanding voice not halted the attack. One of the raiders, an older man, saw Manshin's quick reaction. Though he knew it to be luck, he recognized the boys potential.
This man, Nakimuru, took Manshin as a slave in order to help train his only son. For amongst the clan, there were no other boys of close age. Manshin came to live among the Yurikki-Naku ninja clan. They were Assassins and raiders hired by enemies of Shoa-Lung for dark purpose. For the next several years, the young boy was a sparing partner for Nakimuru’s gifted boy, Kumaki. The beatings he received were harsh, but Manshin grew in strength. Gradually, Kumaki and his father learned to respect the boy, even if he was never treated well. In Manshin’s 14th year, Kumaki died of a sudden illness, leaving his father utterly overcome with bitter grief. Over time, his state became worse, bordering on madness. Perhaps out of desperate longing to have his son back, Nakimuru began to treat Manshin as his own. Though he was still very harsh, Manshin was no longer treated as a slave. The rest of the clan where outraged. Bad enough that one of mixed blood live within there home, but to be treated as an equal was unthinkable. Still, Nakimuru carried great honor amongst them, and his will was not challenged. Manshin trained as one of the clan, though always he hated what they were.
After his first mission, when he stained his hands with innocent blood, he began to long for death out of hate for what he had become. He knew than that either he must leave, or he must take his own life.
Eventually, Nakimuru became ill. He knew he would die soon, and with his death, Manshin would soon follow. He also knew Manshin's deep discontent and loathing of his "people". After long indecision, Nakimuru decided to aide his adopted son in escaping. As Manshin prepared for his second mission, his father told him of his decision to help. While in enemy territory, Manshin struck out at his most hated clan rival (the same ninja who had killed his father, and nearly him) and fled into the mountains. With the aide of Nakimuru’s deception, the clan knew nothing of his escape for over a week, giving the Easterner time to escape. Eventually they did pursue him however. On this dark road, Manshin met another fugitive. A Ronin samurai named Mitsiguru, one of the few survivors of a ruined clan, hunted by his enemies. The man was wounded by an arrow and near death when Manshin happened across him. Seeking to part with his dark past, Manshin helped the Ronin, and stitched his wounds. They became friends soon after. It was with the help of Mitsiguru's great skill, and his deadly blade, Korfuji, that Manshin was able to fight off the assassins of his clan when at last they tracked him down. Both men, knowing that they would never be safe within Kara-Tur, decided to flee into the West where perhaps they could find peace away from constant war and death. They traveled for over a year, making their way from village to village, always headed west. It was past the furthest outposts of Kara-Tur, along the Silk Road that the Yuriki Naku's greatest assassin caught up with them. The Ogre mage Juko was a merciless killer who had few peers in his black profession. Invisible, he followed his victims into the wilderness, far from help. When he struck, only Manshin's quick reactions saved him from death. A swift dodge turned a mortal wound into a deep cut and broken rib. It would have ended badly, but Mitsiguru was Kensai, a master warrior, and he was not caught unprepared. He and Juko battled fiercely as the wounded Manshin watched, unable to help. When it seemed that the Ronin would overcome his powerful enemy, Juko hurled powder into his opponent’s eyes, blinding him. Then he impaled Mitsiguru on the end of his Nagunaki. With the last of his strength, though impaled upon the Ogre's spear, the dying warrior cried an oath to his ancestors and cut the head from his opponent. Manshin went to his friend, before his life was gone, and heard the Ronin's last words. Mitsiguru asked that Manshin take his sword, Korfuji, so that no others would dishonor it or his family. He told Manshin that the ancient blade must only be wielded by a master, lest dishonor fall upon his family’s name. After this, he died. Torn with grief and loss, Manshin continued west. Dark thoughts were about him, and bitterness clutched his heart. As he crossed the trackless miles separating the East from the West, only one thing kept him from falling to despair, an honor debt. Upon receiving Korfuji from his dying friend, Manshin came to realize that his hopes of finding peace in the West were lost. Korfuji could only be wielded by a master, anything less would be a dishonor to the blade, it's master, and it's master's ancestors. Thus, Manshin, wishing to honor his greatest friend, decided that he would train with Korfuji and walk the path of Kensai, weapon master.
One fateful day, when Manshin was 9, he and his father were traveling East through a mountainous region on the way to Shou-Lung in Kara-Tur. It was here that hooded and masked bandits raided the caravan. The attackers killed everyone without mercy. The young boy was forced to watch as his father was drugged from afar by poisoned needles and then slain without mercy. It seemed impossible then, that a man of such skill and honor could be killed by something as wretched as poison... all of his long years of training had equated to nothing. Manshin's small world collapsed.
After cutting the head from the boy's father, one of the assassins slowly walked toward young Manshin, intending to finish the grizzly work which had been done here... to kill the final small surviver of this slaughter. The dark man stood before Manshin for just a moment before he raised his blade to deliver the killing stroke. To the surprise of all who watched, the young boy avoided the skillful attack that would have ended his life. The attacker was furious and humiliated, and his next strike would have slain Manshin had a commanding voice not halted the attack. One of the raiders, an older man, saw Manshin's quick reaction. Though he knew it to be luck, he recognized the boys potential.
This man, Nakimuru, took Manshin as a slave in order to help train his only son. For amongst the clan, there were no other boys of close age. Manshin came to live among the Yurikki-Naku ninja clan. They were Assassins and raiders hired by enemies of Shoa-Lung for dark purpose. For the next several years, the young boy was a sparing partner for Nakimuru’s gifted boy, Kumaki. The beatings he received were harsh, but Manshin grew in strength. Gradually, Kumaki and his father learned to respect the boy, even if he was never treated well. In Manshin’s 14th year, Kumaki died of a sudden illness, leaving his father utterly overcome with bitter grief. Over time, his state became worse, bordering on madness. Perhaps out of desperate longing to have his son back, Nakimuru began to treat Manshin as his own. Though he was still very harsh, Manshin was no longer treated as a slave. The rest of the clan where outraged. Bad enough that one of mixed blood live within there home, but to be treated as an equal was unthinkable. Still, Nakimuru carried great honor amongst them, and his will was not challenged. Manshin trained as one of the clan, though always he hated what they were.
After his first mission, when he stained his hands with innocent blood, he began to long for death out of hate for what he had become. He knew than that either he must leave, or he must take his own life.
Eventually, Nakimuru became ill. He knew he would die soon, and with his death, Manshin would soon follow. He also knew Manshin's deep discontent and loathing of his "people". After long indecision, Nakimuru decided to aide his adopted son in escaping. As Manshin prepared for his second mission, his father told him of his decision to help. While in enemy territory, Manshin struck out at his most hated clan rival (the same ninja who had killed his father, and nearly him) and fled into the mountains. With the aide of Nakimuru’s deception, the clan knew nothing of his escape for over a week, giving the Easterner time to escape. Eventually they did pursue him however. On this dark road, Manshin met another fugitive. A Ronin samurai named Mitsiguru, one of the few survivors of a ruined clan, hunted by his enemies. The man was wounded by an arrow and near death when Manshin happened across him. Seeking to part with his dark past, Manshin helped the Ronin, and stitched his wounds. They became friends soon after. It was with the help of Mitsiguru's great skill, and his deadly blade, Korfuji, that Manshin was able to fight off the assassins of his clan when at last they tracked him down. Both men, knowing that they would never be safe within Kara-Tur, decided to flee into the West where perhaps they could find peace away from constant war and death. They traveled for over a year, making their way from village to village, always headed west. It was past the furthest outposts of Kara-Tur, along the Silk Road that the Yuriki Naku's greatest assassin caught up with them. The Ogre mage Juko was a merciless killer who had few peers in his black profession. Invisible, he followed his victims into the wilderness, far from help. When he struck, only Manshin's quick reactions saved him from death. A swift dodge turned a mortal wound into a deep cut and broken rib. It would have ended badly, but Mitsiguru was Kensai, a master warrior, and he was not caught unprepared. He and Juko battled fiercely as the wounded Manshin watched, unable to help. When it seemed that the Ronin would overcome his powerful enemy, Juko hurled powder into his opponent’s eyes, blinding him. Then he impaled Mitsiguru on the end of his Nagunaki. With the last of his strength, though impaled upon the Ogre's spear, the dying warrior cried an oath to his ancestors and cut the head from his opponent. Manshin went to his friend, before his life was gone, and heard the Ronin's last words. Mitsiguru asked that Manshin take his sword, Korfuji, so that no others would dishonor it or his family. He told Manshin that the ancient blade must only be wielded by a master, lest dishonor fall upon his family’s name. After this, he died. Torn with grief and loss, Manshin continued west. Dark thoughts were about him, and bitterness clutched his heart. As he crossed the trackless miles separating the East from the West, only one thing kept him from falling to despair, an honor debt. Upon receiving Korfuji from his dying friend, Manshin came to realize that his hopes of finding peace in the West were lost. Korfuji could only be wielded by a master, anything less would be a dishonor to the blade, it's master, and it's master's ancestors. Thus, Manshin, wishing to honor his greatest friend, decided that he would train with Korfuji and walk the path of Kensai, weapon master.