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Clash Old Soldier Captain
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 Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2025 11:26 pm
An endless sprawl of deciduous trees the leaves of which change colors with the seasons. They burn shades of red, orange and yellow in autumn and fall off in the winter. They’re a vibrant green in the summer and look pale like mist in the spring. Don’t hesitate to explore the area. It is said that wolves with white pelts, the size of elephants, stalk the wood in search of blood of any kind, be it human or behemoth.
Only Clash’s patron deity alone knew what else roamed the jungle in search of a tasty morsel, such as giant bears with dark fur.
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2026 5:19 pm
It's noon, the sky the kind of cloudless blue that's so vivid it hurts to look at. Summer hasn't truly caught yet, the air cooler than the bright light would lead you to believe but it's a beautiful day.
And Sol is seeing none of it.
She's been hiking since before sunrise, quickly at first and then, as the canopy knitted tighter overhead and the underbrush grew thicker, with more caution. She's into the old growth of the woods now and light is a premium; it comes in triple filtered gold, the shadows between trees deep. The only trails here are made by the things that live in the woods and she's been following one set of cloven hooves in particular, ears alert for movement in her surroundings. She's kept her scent wrapped as tight to her body as she could manage since she'd entered the forest in an attempt to remain as invisible in the gloom as...well, humanly possible. The plants she's looking for aren't the kind of rare that would land her in trouble with any kind of guardian but predators were always in search of prey.
Sol pauses in a pocket of shadow to take a sip from her water bottle, frowning to find it nearly empty. She'd have to refill it at the next stream, licking her lips as she shrugged her small hiking pack a little higher on her back. She'd seen signs of wolves - the normal kind, though even they were big enough as far as she was concerned - but nothing too fresh and outside of bird song and the occasional rodent, the woods had been peaceful. Safe enough to take a break at the next viable spot she thinks, brushing her fingers lightly across her focus stone as she searched for the sound and scent of water.
It takes a minute to find something that sounded like more than a trickle, but she sets off with determined strides once she does, relieved when ten more minutes of walking lands her at a sizeable river. There's a herd of deer crossing when she arrives, startled eyes and ears swiveling in her direction, but she pays them no mind as she hops down to the river's edge. She dunks both her hands and her water bottle in without preamble, sighing as the cool water wraps around her wrists. Once full, she blows a purification charm across the top just in case before moving to take a seat further up the bank.
A 15 minute break wouldn't hurt her travels.
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Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2026 5:27 pm
BGM: Myuu - Scent Of Night
He arrived seemingly from nowhere leaning against a tree. The man wore a jet black cloak with a long zipper that camouflaged him within the shadow of the trees. He stood a good distance away from this woman observing her quietly, She hadn’t noticed him yet. Good. Within the palm of his right hand was a silver mask that he brought up to his face leaving his index and middle finger to linger for a moment. Finally, he pressed down to equip the mask. Then, he made his first move on the chess board.
He moved in her direction quietly intending to catch her off guard but, she moved away just in time to avoid his intrusion. Perhaps she had seen him? He did not know so, for now he followed in silence until he could seize the moment. He seemingly appeared a few feet away from the bank looking at her silently. His body did not move, a finger did not twitch, his eyes hidden behind the darkness of the mask moved only to assess. ”The Statements Of Life do you understand?” His voice was deep, powerful, controlled. Just then his hand twitched and his head tilted to the left in an inhuman manner, the surrounding area filled their air with whispers audible to them both ”Ah, I see it is beyond your comprehension.” The shadows of the trees nearby began to seem like they were stretching to meet The Malevolent Figure.
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2026 1:54 pm
Sol senses him just before he speaks, water bottle clutched defensively to her chest as she scrambles back to her feet. She was used to running into all kinds of folk in her line of work but this was the first time she'd run into anything but wildlife in the forest. She squints, frowning as she takes in the mask, the cloak, and the unusual movements, suddenly uncertain as to whether she was dealing with man or something other after all. The whispers are easy enough to disregard, Sol waving her hand like she was clearing smoke and the sound simply refused to carry to her ears. "Statements Of Life? Like....the meaning of? Because that's a different answer for everyone." she says after a moment, taking a cautious step back as the shadows begin to shift strangely, not willing to take the risk of getting caught up in...whatever was happening.
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2026 1:26 pm
On one hand he supposed that meandering aimlessly in search of his life’s endeavor was a daunting and fruitless task. Though what else was he to do given his ascension in power over the last couple of decades? In lieu of his perfect prey, the Apex grows restless. Though lately it had him wondering what else there was to life. It had him wondering how much of his life had already been wasted on vengeance, and whether he could live beyond the means thereof. If he claimed vengeance today, what would he do with the rest of his life?
For now, he settles for sauntering through the lush forest, away from the hustle and bustle of the neighboring cities. It was quieter out here, and he tended to find himself in less conflict when detached from larger crowds. Still, if others from civilization see him, he cloaks himself in the unassuming robes of a kariginu robe of pure white. Beneath it can be seen the lower portion of a black hakama, a pair of worn waraji hugging his feet. A straw kawa rests on his crown, hiding the vulpine ears that protrude from his skull.
As he walks, he uses a monk spade as a modified walking stick. The design is typical overall, though the blades of the weaponized tool feature a hue of lurid, pale green. Despite his welcoming appearance, it was a hit or a miss whether one was keen enough to know that perhaps the monk was not what nor who he portends to be.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2026 10:13 am
BGM: Myuu - Living In the Dark ”Statements Of Life? Like....the meaning of? Because that's a different answer for everyone."The answer was candid. The eyes behind the mask held a bemused expression. In that exact moment she moved he mirrored her backwards step with his own forward step. The shadows looked on from below occasionally dashing from his own shadow, into her shadow or the tree line. There was constant movement with them. They were anxious. He could sense it. The whispers returned to him once more, he reached into his shadow and retrieved a small creature, its skin as dark as the shadows, its teeth were a golden yellow with sharp and jagged ends, it had long claws for fingers they were sharp enough to cut into stone. Its ears traveled down its back which was hunched over to which made the imp walk on all fours. CRACK…..CRACK!!!His head snapped into a direction his neck shouldn’t have allowed. He released the imp letting it hit the ground with a THUD before scurrying off into the forest. Crack….CrackHis neck spun again to face back to the woman in the reverse direction. Soon his neck snapped again and his head dangled in front of his chest, slowly the masked turned to face her ”I ask again. Do you know the Statements Of Life?”The imp scurried into the forest hiding in the shadow of a tree, before it reached into the Shadows digging its claws deep into the arm of its kin. It heaved and heaved until It’s kin was released. The two Imp’s looked at each other and covered their mouths as they began to chuckle, together they pulled more of their kin from the Shadows. Soon a dozen of the imps had gathered, amongst each other they fought, tortured, and branded one another until they seen a Straw Kawa hat. The fighting ceased and soon they all rushed over to the man surrounding him, their laughing echoing through the forest. The first imp fashioned himself as the leader, speaking to his Kin in their language pointed at his hat. Their golden yellow eyes focused on the man’s hat before they began dashing around him weaving in and out of the shadows.
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Clash Old Soldier Captain
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2026 4:02 pm
On the hunt, the “old soldier,” or “Dragon,” if you would, stalked the prey. Suddenly sensing a few energy signatures gathered together nearby by their chi or “life force,” he alternated flying over and then jumping from sturdy tree bough to tree bough at an accelerating rate. Finally pausing, he looked down from his higher vantage point through the leaves, breathing in the crisp air and the sugary smells of springtime all about. Espying those below him, the semi-human took in the sight of a man—or what appeared to be a man—with a straw hat, and the most curious appearance of fox ears, being assailed by a dozen imps which reminded him of his Black Grunny. Slowly lowering himself, he dropped to the forest floor without a sound, his wolf-fur shoulder ornaments rustling as he stood straight from the fall.
His large green eyes, accented by his signature “black punk band,” glowed like the eery bottoms of two sinkholes. Above them, his brown bangs, curved black “demon” (actually dragon) horns and a peculiar “wizard’s” hat. His lower ensemble consisted of leather pants with metal knee guards, steel boots and a katana riding his right hip. Of course, one could not overlook his spaded tail, which swished back and forth behind him like that of a cat’s. And the final asset? A greatsword secured to his back by a magnet, the weapon featuring a thin, tape-wrapped handle and a pommel with three spikes and a hanging chain.
He crossed his scar-speckled brawny arms over the front of a white tee shirt with tattered sleeves, greedily taking in all that transpired before him. If things became hostile, he knew what to do . . . or at least thought he did.
“Ha, ha!”
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2026 5:21 pm
While there were many possible words she could use to describe her current situation, upsetting was probably the most applicable. Sol steps back again even though the creature - because whatever it was that had found her in this forest was not human - had mirrored her step the first time, the desire to run waring with the knowledge that she would like being chased even less than her current situation.
She's so focused on the creature and the imps and the chorus of Nope her brain was screaming at her that she mistakes the shift in the air for her own anxiety and is thus caught completely by surprise by the stilted "Ha, ha!" that rang out several feet to her left.
Her scream is so loud it briefly drowns out the rustling rushing sound of the imps and their ceaseless laughter. It also serves as the final straw, Sol deciding she was damned if she did and damned if she didn't, spinning on her heels and taking off at a sprint back the way she had come. She's gone maybe five leaping strides before she's nearly run face first into another straw hatted man, skidding to a halt with a horrified gasp - that turns quickly to anger because damn it she wasn't going to die in this forest because of some riddle loving b*****d.
"I neither know nor care about the statements of life especially if you're what happens to someone who does, please find someone else to terrorize I was out here for mushrooms!"
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2026 8:12 am
BGM: Star Wars - Imperial March The Imp leader fashioned itself with a new title “The General”. The Imp rose to its hind legs, the sound of its spine popping as it rose. With slow careful steps he approached Apex of Kawa Hat Tribe, its golden eyes focused on the intricate weaving of the straw while the other imps scurried behind him in a chaotic militant formation ”Hhhhhat.” Saliva dripped from it’s mouth forming a puddle on the ground while the scent of it’s breath carried with the wind. The stench of rotten meat. ”give hhhhhhat.” It’s hat made a come hither motion. One of the imps in the back ground struggled to maintain its composure, before bursting into laughter! The General look back and within moments the surrounding Imps attacked it to instill discipline.Soon it was back standing with its composure a bead of sweat running down its forehead and a gash running along it’s arm. BGM: Jeff The Killer Sweet Dreams (Marylin Manson & creepy pasta tribute) His neck twisted again before he placed his hands on the side of his head. Raising his own head to his shoulders and setting it down twisting it into place like some kind or locking mechanism existed there. More imps began to birth from his shadow while he approached slowly intending to— ”Ha, ha!” The voice boomed across the surrounding area obviously a male. Though the confidence was extraordinary, this one must have the information he seeks. A flick of the wrist and the Imp’s surrounding her became hostile, separating evenly leaving half to deal with Sol while the other half rushed to meet this new challenger face on. He moved within striking distance unnaturally the dark holes hiding his eyes peering into the newcomers soul ”Do you know The Statements Of Life?”
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2026 5:52 pm
The would-be monk continues to saunter along his path unperturbed by the pests’ boasting eyes that mocked his own visage, albeit hidden beneath the shadow and wide brim of his straw hat. The imp that seemed to lead the pack speaks, limitedly so. Yet he comprehended its meaning all the same. He pauses in his steps, and as one of the critters in the back erupts in laughter he can’t help but grin wryly. He giggles impishly, shaking his head dismissively as they become distracted by punishing their own ally.
He was no stranger to the foul stench lingering on the imps, far from it. Even his façade implies as much, considering what a monk spade it typically used for. He continues sauntering past the bunch as the general’s back is turned, paying them little to no direct attention. He had no intention of relinquishing his hat, nor did he view the imps as a viable threat capable of taking it. They were unworthy of his time and energy, though if they attempted ambushing him from either flank or behind, the stoic Hanyo is prepared to exterminate the pests should they persist.
The others nearby were of just as little consequence, same for the additional imps spawning in the region. In hind sight he'd met at least one of them before, though he was hardly left with an impression worth remembering. Fortunately, he was distracted just as the imp general was. Albeit by some edge lord complete with cloak and mask. 'Poor girl. Somebody should help her,' he muses.
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Clash Old Soldier Captain
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Posted: Tue Apr 28, 2026 3:26 pm
Standing several feet to her left, which became her right as she about-faced and nearly collided with the fox-eared guy in the straw hat, Clash began to stride forward until a bunch of those imps started approaching him, causing him to turn slightly to his own left only to come face to face with what—or whom—appeared to be their master. The masked figure gazed into his eyes . . . into his very soul, even . . . and Clash gazed back. Then, as Clash gagged and nearly choked on the smell of stale meat, so spoke the masked interloper. “ Do you know the statements of life?” Clash took a moment to think. “Yes, I suppose I do, some!” replied the Draconian. “I think about a few of them quite often! ‘Life is what you make it.’ ‘This, too, shall pass.’ ‘Live and let live.’ “Is that satisfactory?” he asked, narrowing his sheening green eyes. “I think the last two could be observed by you concerning the present predicament. Eh?” Summoning his Fire Gauntlets, he huffed, eyes flicking as he assessed the situation in greater detail. Something might need to be done about those pesky imps, but only if they attacked first.
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2026 8:32 pm
BGM: Jujutsu Kaisen - Fight Alongside The Imp’s surrounding Sol circled at her feet toying with their food. They clawed at her legs playfully, one being as bold as to run up her leg and lay out on top of her head. Within seconds the Imp’s arms and legs were sprawled outward as it lay on its back atop her head snoring comfortably. The other Imps hooted and hollered about this dashing all about before they came across Apex of the Straw Kawa Hat Tribe again. The Imp stop her head drooled before jumping awake grabbing a handful of her hair beginning to hang from the side of her hair to get a look at the Straw Hat Tribe Clansmen. ”YIGI! YIGI! YUUUU!”The other imps yelled in agreement setting an Imp atop Sol’s foot while the Imp on top of her head yanked her hair to send the Imp on her foot flying at Apex Of The Straw Hat Tribe! ”Live and let live.“The whispers returned once more, their hushed words reaching the ears of the warrior standing before him. The words spoken were dissatisfied ones, that quickly became something else… Something only the One With No Name understood. The warm breeze pierced through his mask stinging his face as The Dragon summoned his gauntlets. He only chuckled as he reached into his own shadow to retrieve an item. Nearby the Imps paused their ‘attack’ once The General emerged from the shadows of the tree, It raised its foot and it against the ground. Suddenly the surrounding Imps began to groan and hunch over in pain as sounds of breaking bones echoed out, their claws grew first, then their arms began to extend until soon the imps had grown a considerable size! The General raised his hand to summon his Imps to him, the Imps were different now their claws dropped with a paralyzing poison, their eyes fixated on Apex of the Straw Hat Tribe with hunger! The General’s body had not changed at all, his small frame stepped in front of the beasts that now towered over them only pointing at the straw hat one last time ”hhhaaaat mine.” The General’s body slipped into the Imp’s shadow as they charged the man with intent to kill. The One With No Name pulled a rod from the darkness and began to mold it into the shape of a cylinder before placing two of his fingers on it’s end and pulling it apart to create a staff.He took his time curving the end of the staff to create a blade with jagged edges before he slammed it into the ground! He’d need to charge it before he could use that weapon. From below The Dragon his own shadow reached out and grabbed his ankle to hold him in place, before he knew it The One With No Name dipped into the shadows and emerged standing behind him throwing a devastating hook aimed at his abdomen! ”The answer was not satisfactory.”
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Posted: Fri May 08, 2026 7:58 am
With minimal effort the would-be monk uses the flat of his spade to deflect the goblinoid without disrupting his saunter. The remaining imps erupt with bloodlust, and their claws becoming modified as they charge head long at him from any direction. He could not detect the scent of their poison tipped claws over their stench, though it mattered little to his graveborn flesh in the long run. As the imps assail him his grin persists, and his giggles mischievously as they mistake him for his façade. He remains poised in his anticipation, prepared to deliver just as much effort as required to fend off the petulant imps. If they proved to be more than fodder, perhaps he could find usefulness from them. ”Live and let die,” he mussitates.
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