HP: 1 Cond: What Sorcery Is This?!?!?
Jack had been resting in the middle of a large forest, one of the few left in this mad world that was as of yet not visibly touched by the vile evils of Aku. The bounty hunters had been relentless, tracking him for days now. The warrior was surprised that they would persist for so long. One would think that he had shown they were clearly not his equals, and even in numbers they were no match for him. The wanderer sighed, staring up at the sky which had become grayed and overcast. Snow began to fall through the branches of the trees, and the weary samurai leaned back against the bark of a tree, smiling as he did so. He kept his blade close to him clutched in his hand as he tilted his wide, conical straw hat low over his face to shield him from the falling snow. The fire beside him burned low, and would be mere embers soon. The samurai shivered slightly, and smiled, assured that he would find a way back through time, where he could end Aku's reign of terror before it ever began.
the samurai groaned as he found himself waking. His head hurt, and he couldn't remember why. What had been going on? What was happening? So many questions assaulted the wanderer's thoughts, but he could not remember a thing. What is wrong with me?
he questioned himself, and as with all the questions, he had the same answer: I do not know.
Voices, from beyond this veil about him. What were they? The warrior struggled to make them out, instinct suspecting that the bounty hunters had managed to take him while he slept. The scoundrels! He should not have let his guard down. How could he have allowed himself rest when he knew they were but days behind? His own foolishness had cost him now, and he would be delivered to Aku. But what if he was already in the demon's hands? The thought of this shook the mighty warrior, chilling him to the bone."No!"
the warrior exclaimed aloud. He waved his hands about what he felt was the ground, looking for his blade. He did not feel it in his hand, as it had been when he had fallen asleep. Had those who were so consumed by greed that they would take him to Aku taken his blade from him?Wait, that is strange.
the samurai frowned, as he began to hear the voices more clearly, and noticed that the ground beneath him was cool, made of some solid material like stone or some such, not the earthen ground of the large forests he had been in. And he could feel through the ground the relentless staccato of some thuds sending vibrations through the ground. And the voices, they spoke in a tongue he remembered from long ago. What was that tongue...English! Yes, that was it. The language was English, a tongue he had learned from his tutor in the arts of archery, Robyn of Loxely, gentleman rogue in lincoln green who warded the forest Sherwood. It was his language...but it was different from the one he was used to.
His sight began to clear, but as his time assaulting the tower of the blind archers had taught him, do not trust first what the eyes see, listen and anticipate. So the samurai listened carefully to the words that the people about him spoke, his mind remembering the language more and more as he did while he blinked his eyes to clear his vision. How strange it was, what they were saying. Who were these people? Their voices were not the sort of bounty hunters, and the warrior had met all sorts of bounty hunters during his travels. Jack thought hard about this. Could he trust these people? If he could, why had they taken him? If he could not trust these voices, would he be better off feigning unconsciousness?Never!
the warrior's spirit roared, and the wanderer agreed. Whatever this was, he had to face it head on. There was no way about it. Jack was no stranger to waking in strange places, but he had to be careful about himself.
A shout rocked his ears, from someone loud. Jack's instincts screamed that the voice came from someone who meant harm and evil. And it shouted against a WIzard. The samurai's eyes shot open at the word 'wizard'. He had known few wizards, and most of those he had encountered always meant some harm. Jack sat upright in a sudden movement, staring about as his eyes took in the scene in a glance.
He was in a cave, that much was certain. It seemed to have been carved, the formation appeared slightly unnatural. There was a girl, just a little younger than he had been when he was at the finish of his training. His thoughts raged as he noticed how injured the girl was. Sure, she wore the garb of a warrior woman and carried a strange glowing sword made of crystal - one of many oddities the samurai had gotten accustomed to that he had become jaded to strangeness - but that was no excuse for one to injure such a young girl! The samurai struggled to move his arms more, and found them slowly answering to his urges. He had to keep her safe. He then noticed the old man's voice was weak and failing. An old man, appearing so aged and weary. From the side at the angle the samurai saw him, the warrior could almost see his honorable father's indefatigable spirit instead. The two seemed so similar, but where his father was roaring and standing firm, the old man was beginning to falter from strain. He seemed so...so weak. The samurai's attention then fell towards the groans of the man in the blue and gold. Such odd colors...but he wore a gold helmet that seemed to glow in Jack's eye, and from his hands spewed great golden beams of energy. Jack wondered if this was the Wizard, and whether it was by his
doing that he had been brought here. Jack followed the energy, wondering why a wizard or sorcerer would be so strained. He had never seen a sorcerer appear so tired - Aku only tired when exhausting himself physically or from the pain of dealing with his ancestral blade. Who are these people...
the samurai wondered.
His attention was then turned to those on the other side of the field of energy. And who are they?
he questioned himself with more urgency. It now appeared to the samurai that the three he had gazed upon were attempting to shield him, and...others? There were others here, but the warrior could not pay them much attention now. They were beginning to wake as well. The wanderer felt for these innocents who would be wrapped up in his own troubles, but there was a small part of him that was beginning to suspect that these others had little to do with him. Was he about to enter another arena like the one where he had faced all those gladiators? Was that why the girl, the old man, and the helmeted man in gold (his helmet strangely similar to that of the gladiators or that of the the Spartans he had fought alongside) were protecting him, trying to keep him from death in the arena? It seemed strange that a sorcerer like the person in gold would be forced to fight in an arena, or was he part of the rescue? And if so, why would he, a sorcerer, lower his own pride as a wielder of the power of magic to aid one like Jack? The samurai had never met these people, yet they appeared to wish to aid him? No, as he listened more intently, and his mind reminded him. You are here to help them.
Jack reached down, as he brought his legs to move into a low crouch. He was surprised his hat was still on, though it mattered little. As his hands brushed the floor, he noticed to his surprise that his finger tips met the coolness of a sheath. The samurai smiled. Gripping the sheathe, the samurai began to rise, taking full view of those on the other side of the barrier. An ugly man in strange clothing bearing what the warrior believed was the English letter for 'S' upon his chest, and a strange alien-like man with a thunderbolt upon his, both pounding upon the golden barrier. Initially pitying the ugly man, for it appeared like he was dim-witted and child like in innocence, possibly manipulated by a higher evil such as Aku. But, the being with the thunderbolt appeared rather human, save the pointed ears and apparently magical ability to fly and pound upon the barrier with such force. A thunderbolt upon the chest...could it be a follower of Thor? The Norse god of storms that the samurai had heard about when he learned sailing from the Viking warriors of Vinland. No, it did not seem like such. The thunderbolt-man's face was contorted with far greater rage than a follower of Thor would allow themselves to steep to. He seeped of vile evil, and the curses he spewed only seemed to further justify this assumption for the samurai. But further looks revealed the beam of a red magical energy, attempting to break the shield. Jack followed it to find a similarly aged man, though this was clearly a sorcerer, and from his magic, Jack could feel the malevolence in his bones. Especially the long fingernails, much like the sorcerer who had turned him into a chicken those many moons ago.
Jack gripped the sheath of his sword, readying himself for battle as he slid the sheathe into his obi. He got to his feet, hard wooden geta clacking slightly on the stone floor. His fists tightened, knowing that he would make such evil doers pay for their injustices. They had likely harmed such a little girl, and caused such pain to an elder. Even the sorcerer who protected them was faltering, and the barrier seemed to fade. The old man had turned to him, and though the samurai's mind was still trying to process the nuances of his speech, the message was clear. This was not his world, but he was here to protect the innocent from evils, evils such as the three now breaking the faltering barrier. Jack's face tightened, and the edges of his mouth began to droop ever so slightly. The samurai moved forward, his feet moving almost silently over the stone floor, a marvel for one wearing wooden geta, and he stood by the young girl, and said softly to her, though loudly enough that she would hear his query, "If these are those who harmed you, I shall ensure they never do again."
In the corner of his vision, he could see the others who had woken near him line themselves up to fight against these three as well. Who are they?
the samurai wondered once more. The old man called them 'Heroes', as he did I. Are they warriors like me? Do they stand here to fight against this injustice as well?
The samurai heaved a silent sigh. Very well then. I shall fight with these strangers, and in battle, we shall see if we can trust one another...Though they are rather strange...
He then stalked forward, hand on his blade, wondering if he would have to draw his sword against mortal flesh. He had rarely ever done so, and while the beings seemed human, they were clearly inhuman. And against the sorcerer, there was no doubt, the samurai would draw his ancestral blade, and bring it down to stop their evils.
The man in the golden helmet shouted something to him, and Jack's mind took it in, processing it, though the samurai did not consciously listen. He focused his concentration upon the three on the other side of the falling barrier, left hand clutching the smooth black sheathe of his blade, as the other lightly grasped the hilt of his fine sword, ready to draw it in an instant. He raised his head slightly, meeting the gaze of the three on the other side of the falling barrier, his mind telling him what the golden man had just shouted so he might stand against them. He also caught the hautiness of the wicked sorcerer, and narrowed his eyes at the magician. The sorcerer was pompous, much like Aku, and if he truly was the master of evils he claimed to be, Jack knew he could not let him go. Like Demongo, such a sorcerer had to be taught a lesson, if not destroyed.
Samurai Jack stepped forward, and waited for the attack.
OOC wrote:Initiative: 1d20+15 = 30
I also have Assessment, though it is with an Insight of +11 rather than 20. What would Jack figure out from that?
Other than that, it's good to finally start this game!