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The nature was changing, from deep grass and large trees making way for crystal clear rivers to pass by, mountains full of deers and bears he managed to land himself into the desert.
This moment was a crossroads in his life, for a moment he wanted to turn back as this was not for him. ' the desert ? ' he thought ' is there anyone living there anyway?'
Pondering upon a decision, the now adult Majin ventured inside without knowing what waited for him inside this dangerous, vast and unknown realm. He knew very little and that sparked a curiosity in his soul, maybe the time for solo travels were long past gone? He felt.
This should be interesting, as his sight was fading in the distance.. by the sand that started to blow back and fourth announcing thus a desert storm.
Countries he passed by were ravaged by a total war. The world they lived in was changing and the shinobi were at the top of it. Majin was tired and sad seeing all this destruction, yet nothing seemed to work in order to stop this war for supremacy of the clans.
Pitoresque sights, mountains and castles; rivers and plains; all were burnt down or had a strench of blood that would never fade. Thousands of dead, broken swords and broken dreams lied ahead, and not only in a place, the world was full of it.
He started collecting breastplates and swords of the fallen, he had to make a living. It wasn't graverobbing but not the worlds most honest job. For the moment it was worth for a satisfying living.
Far away from home, he met people of different kinds and religions, took along the shady paths to hidden villages and learned about history and culture. Due to his sharp nature he was offered to practice the teachings of ninjutsu as he had potential.
Two years time passed since he fled home; Majin grew up to be a self relient man and that was seen through his day by day actions.
Sword training was always an important part of his life, made him feeling in comfort and cleansed all the bad thoughts. Nothing felt the same when he practiced- with every swing and every drop of sweat he became a better man, a resolve was guiding his to the right path.
Sword was his angel while the wagon was his demon, one couldn't exist without another and Majin understood that. What he had yet to understand was how to be impartial and act without being driven by emotions. Careless and sloppy actions could end up to the exposure of his identity.
What he did not know, however was the number of armed forces sent to retrieve him. He had a hunch- thus being extra cautious even at the Inn.
Days were passing by and Majin never left the Inn. It was several months now, food wasn't that great nor the house, but one thing he cared about- one inn in the middle of nowhere, a perfect opportunity to scam people.
Majin still had a fight to carry instrically, his demons wouldn't let him go but he had better things than to dwell in the past.
Scamming opportunities came one of another, some were lucky being sparred while some were brutally scammed by the young prodigy- the battle inside him was still going, he realised that staying here at this Inn isn't what he should be doing.
Days later- Majin bid farewell to the Inn personell and the place itself and never returned.
Posted January 6, 2019
The journey to the nearbiest settlement took him only couple of hours. On his way there he found a rather interesting rock, which resembled like a face if looked from a certain angle. Inside the village he parked his wagon infront of a restaurant and began to inspect the rock in awe.
Standing there half an hour, two halves, one hour.. two hours, had the nearby villagers gather around and see the mystery man and the object that he kept so dear.
Trickery was his main attribute, as he began to put his act in works. ' This stone.. it can't be.' and he stopped from talking several seconds until someone asked ' Can't be what? ' the answer the waited came and he grinned inside his soul but shouted with a faked frustration ' This is the soul of a warrior, trapped inside this stone by a demon. It's a good fortune, posses magical powers. No wonder today I sold everything in my cart. ' the crowd began to expand, it was true, the wagon was empty.
' So what are you going to do now? You should grab us some drinks for having such a great find in your possession ' someone shouted from the crowd however keeping his presence hidden.
' I honestly think this is too much for a mere merchant as me, was thinking of finding this magical object an owner and continue my journey ahead. ' phrase which inquired many people's attention and made some gulp, fearing to ask about the price. '
' Few gold coins should be more than enough ' he replied like he was all alone. and that turned everything into a hysteria, since the price was more than affordable despite paying that much for a mere rock. With few gold coins one could lounge and sit back at an inn and eat to his heart content for few months.
No one dared to say a thing, until a fat man full of jewelry and accompanied by some rahitic bodyguards made a road, splitting the crowd into two sides ' I'll buy it. 3 gold coins. '
He was burning inside, what a day that turned out to be. '3 gold coins is a little to cheap, add something more to it.' hissed Majin.
The fat man gently played with his moustache ' Fine, I'll give you this ring too. ' as he took out a ring from his fingers extending it forward, it was genuine. the man thought he was doing the deal of his life, as he was trembling a bit due to his nervous nature, uncommon for a merchant.
The exchange was mad and our hero didn't spend one more minute inside the village. He hoped he had no pursuers as he had a load of money with him. Nothing happened to him that day, looks like the magic stone still had effect on him. On the road as night was closing in- he luckily found an inn.
- Food wasn't that great, but on an empty stomach everything was a feast. That day Majin learned to be frugal and learned he can make money scamming people with his inborn abilities, but that wasn't him. He felt like the fatso needed it and that's why he did it. The cold night came and Majin camped at the Inn. In his room there was a hole in the ceiling where he was able to see the stars and a pigeon nest. His eyes were restless- he couldn't fall asleep.
Days after managing to escape, Majin grew up to be famished and parched not being used to having close to no food and drinking water from the rivers. Independent skills were imbued within him, however he never had the need to make use of them, until now.
Majin took the side alleys, dark corners filled with perilous paths. Weird creaking sounds, the sounds of echoeing footsteps and the tree branches crushing beneath his feet were more than enough to scare a man who barely ever had contact with this kind of shady routes or anything shady in general.
Somewhere in the thick woods, a merchants wagon stood forsaken emptied by goods. No one was around. Not a living soul. The man approached and slowly inspected the wagon, looked like it was in perfect condition. He found a large fabric which he used to make something similar to a cape. Being too large he cut a part of it and made himself a hood, similar to a turban in order to hide his face and preserve his identity hidden.
Without allies or real friends he kept the road straight, now carrying a wagon as a pretext of posing a different identity. Looks he didn't make it too far from the roots, as the germ of being a business man flowed through his veins.
Months have passed since Majin's emprisonment, the things felt like standing still without a future ahead as the young heir began to feel a mixture of negative feelings for the first time ever.
Was close to sunset when Majin spotted an opportunity of fleeing the house that he spent over 23 years in. His father was away with business and the only ones guarding him were some guards that also had the job guarding the residence.
He rushed the hallways and pushed all the workers aside, in the garden there was a pond and beyond that a large blunt wall without much climbing potential. Majin knew everything he had to do, he went upside as the house had multiple levels having in mind to perform a very dangerous stunt that could lead him to multiple bone fractures if failed.
Up there sat a guard, like a quirk of fate feeling like waiting for him. Majin grabbed quickly a sword that was probably forgotten by someone thus starting a fight from equal footing.
The guard alerted by the presence of the young man quickly let out a shout of disperation.
The two swordsmen rushed into eachother as their swords clashed letting out a powerful metal clinging. Majin was overpowering the guard and was able to land a fatal wound- instead he knocked the man unconscious and continued his way, now being under pressure due to the guard being able to alert the whole mansion.
As a flash he jumped managing to get a good grip of a tree that was close to both the house and walls- and similar to how a real ninja would do he jumped over the wall and got lost into the surroundings. Nothing was heard about Majin since, back then the current very small nation of lightning country lost one of its black market princes.
Posted August 27, 2018
Family Guy> South Park
Posted August 13, 2018
Yelloo. Welcome to our community. The game is under development and everything looks very promising so far. Patience will be rewarded.
Enjoy your stay.
Posted August 10, 2018
Majin is the sole son of a wealthy businessman specialised in trades and deeply connected with the black markets prostitution, gambling and human trade. Since a very young age Majin has picked up a gambling and drinking habit, wasting his nights in shady areas, followed by his bodyguards without exception.
Growing in a wealthy environment, he received the best of best proffessors that taught him over the years History, Geography, Caligraphy, Philosophy and many others. However he didn't only learn inside, he was taught practical skills such as survival, communication skills and elite swordsmanship that had the opportunity to practice them in real situations.
Dressed with finest clothes, wearing expensive jewelry and spending nights in most expensive places was the definition of how Majin wasted his life as a teen. His father was very proud of his son, who grew up to be willy and sharp, acting meticulous at every step but giving a sloppy vibe which hid his real predator aura, some day he was bond to lead the family and felt like he was a perfect fit.
The young Majin was unaware of the family business until the age of 23, a turning point in his life where he regreted spending lavishly the money given by his father. What he spent was actually a vicious circle and part of it returned to the family's treasury.
Terrified- No. Disgusted, Majin refused to be part of something this horrid, maybe all the teachings he received was a backlash to his father's address, thus refusing and for the first time stood up against his father imposing his towering aura.
He was taken by the guards and locked up away. Months have passed and he was yet to be broken.
Posted June 14, 2018
I support Belgium this time. However I do believe that the principal contenders are summed in Germany, Spain, Brazil and Argentina
Posted June 12, 2018
Posted May 28, 2018
Hello Alex! Welcome and enjoy your stay!
Posted May 22, 2018
Posted May 9, 2018
I always loved the family kind of vibe in a RP game. I like it. Even though feels somewhat like One Piece Nakamas or something really close.
P.S. Nice goals you got there.
Posted April 30, 2018
SFX: Cling. goblets clashed one into another, celebrating yet another triumph.
As strident noises filled a certain room, musky scent of beverage struggled against the thick formed clouds of tobacco that rose up to the ceiling.
Goblets. Familiar to the rich. Pompous and elegant gives both a vibe of class and dignity. What is less known, is that the precious metal promotes better health cleansing the microbian activity.
A small group of infamous thiefs that gained reputation and attention with the acts they have done, as a declaration of war against the feudal lords from a large number of countries within the Shinobi Realm.
Their Crusade only began as its only the beginning of their story. Led by the unbent - Imajin Hajimoto, the Silver Goblets rise on the world stage.
Posted February 13, 2018
Real so out of shape. PSG gonna destroy them big time. However lets remember what happened with Barcelona last year. My tip is GG3+ for the first game.
Basel - City FG2
Juventus - Tottenham over 1,5 goals
Porto - Liverpool is the hardest one yet. I can't really say much, but, I'd take it a bit risky and go 2 while trusting Liverpool with this one at Porto's door.
Posted February 12, 2018
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Posted January 6, 2018
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Posted November 19, 2017
metaphoric speaking, you fatso
Posted November 10, 2017
And you became one