IC: Umbraline Maeori, Iki Island (rocky beach near the s.w. coast)
Until this afternoon, I knew nothing of the war. I traveled with my sisters in duty, seeking the relics of our lost heritage. We searched the cliffs for words of wisdom, scoured beneath the earth in tombs for answers, and braved the dangerous crags that ran like spines across every island in the Kentoku Archipelago. We laughed at the wind and the waves, and dove deep into the swirling waters of the sea. I was a scholar, no longer needing my abilities as a warrior except for the rare encounter with bandits. I was a Seeker; a woman destined to find the truth long hidden in the past not through studying scrolls, but by experiencing our world. And oh, there is so much to experience. Such grand vistas, the sparkling of fiery sunset as Zuto-Nui makes the sun set into its watery bed for the night, handing its light to Zataka to bring warmth to the afterlife: a perfect balance. And the mighty kanohi dragons, making their sacred flight through the Heaven -- the greatest creatures of our time.
Now, I am a warrior again. A warrior on the the run.
Rocks scuttle beneath my feet, as if their allegiance lies not with the land but with the Dastana in furious pursuit. Behind me are the bodies of my comrades, my sisters. Amari bleeds her life into the sand pit along the plateau's edge;Tagiri is bowed, and her head travels further toward the sea, an honorable death; Elei's soulsword is extinguished forever, its hum lost to war by the twang of a bowstring; and Crulu lies dismembered despite her best illusions. We were five, now I am one.
Ahead is the sea. I blink, and with a flash of power the world zips around me to be replaced with sand and waves. I skip and skid along the shore, upsetting the gulls chasing a horde of crabs, and on the breeze I hear the alarm of the menti as I slip from their grasp. It's only natural: I'm an Umbraline, and to them now an enemy. How dishonorable, for me to cheat them of their rightful victory.
I stop to consider death in the manner of Tagiri. My feet hesitate, even as my knees buckle. Hot sand fills my fingers, tears sting at the corner of my eyes. If I die, will Zuto-Nui send me safely to my sisters?
No. I would go elsewhere. I have run. Dishonorable.
"That settles things." The voice is raspy, alien despite being my own. How long has it been since the words of my warring days bait the breath of my throat? Here, on the coast of Iki with a view of Sado to the South, I make my stand. Menti in their prime descend the cliffs I kakama'd across, their leaping and bounding hastening the inevitable skirmish.
It's time to die. Time to fight until I die.
No, it isn't. It's time to fight for clan Umbraline. Once it was against the Fursics, now, it seems, I turn my blades toward another clan. The hounds of war approach, and I must master Fear.
Zuto give me strength.
OOC: Maeori open for interaction. Consider her desperately fighting for her life against a squad of entirely capable Dastana NPCs. (NPCs approved by Palm, though I'd assume playable by all. Want to shove your PC into the squad? Sounds fun!)