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The Sengoku Jidai(IC)

Postby Deian salazar » Fri Dec 11, 2015 6:45 pm

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It is 1524. The land of Yamato(Japan) is in chaos. The shogunate has lost all authority, and the emperor cannot maintain order. The daimyo clash, spurred on by their ambition. Armies rumble, peasants tremble in fear, strategists clash their minds, and usurpers reign in this chaotic era.
The Ashikaga shogunate, the legitimate authority over the land, only holds power in Kyoto, with local daimyo holding power over the rest of the land.
The people cry out for this period to end, but there seems to be no one strong enough to take the entire land...
Will you, be that conqueror?


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Yuenadu Yukoshi.
A Daimyo synonymous with heroism, talent, and success. Since taking over the Iwaki clan in 1503 in his 20's, he rapidly began to expand his power. By 1509, he had conquered the Territory of Iwaki Province. By 1517, he had conquered Shimotsuke and began his plans of invading Hitachi. And by 1522, he had conquered the lands of Hitachi, and now ruled a vast land. He delegated two regions, Shimotsuke and Hitachi, to his sons Kakinoba and Nagosuki respectively. He had taken it easy for a while, focusing ruling Iwaki while leaving the affairs of the two other areas to his sons. However, now he was reaching middle age and was beginning to lose health, and believed he had two years to live less than . He was in his mid 40's, and now he had to deal with assigning an heir. However, he decided not to, and decided that upon his death his three sons would fight each other. Deian would inherit the home province, while Shimotsuke and Hitachi would go to Kakinoba and Hitachi respectively. This would also test their willpower, as all three despite their idealogical differences were extremely close to each other, and this would show how they would treat one another and treat enemies and former allies to the world. However, Yuenadu decided that for his final years, he would begin to make preparations for his favored son, Deian, to take over.


January 7th 1524, Tanagura Castle
"My son! It is an honor for me to bestow upon you this blade." Yuenadu boomed. "You have become a fine warrior, and a talented politician. This further reinforces my belief that you are the one to lead the clan to glory, after my inevitable death and power struggle."
Deian knelt, his eyes looking down and his hands near his feet. He quietly said nothing back to his father, but felt a wave of pride wash over him.
Yuenadu continued.
"And as such, I will give you the family blade: Kagusume. May it serve you well in battles to come my son."
Deian rose slowly, and tenderly took the blade from his father who was presenting it to him. After unsheathing it he admired it in awe, then, sheathed it again. Looking up at his father, he cleared his throat to speak. "Thank you father. Now, if you must excuse me, I must look around town to see if there are any abandoned buildings we can use for our projects, domestic or military."

Yuenadu allowed himself to show a grin of satisfaction. "Now that's my son! Yes, you are excused."
Deian quietly bowed, then left the room without a word.
Yuenadu sighed and sat down. Deian was quickly becoming extremely skilled. He was born with tremendous talent, like his two twins as well.
Yet... Yuenadu felt there was something different about Deian. He felt almost as if, that he knew that his son would become far greater than anyone before. For a second, he imagined this, and was captivated by the vision. Then he snapped out of it, and shook his head.
He must have drunk too much wine. Deian was great, but not that great....surely?
But as he sat there, reading political reports and official documents, he soon was not so sure...



January 9th, Yaita Castle, Shimotsuke

"Lord Kakinoba, lord Kakinoba!" The messenger repeated. Annoyed, Kakinoba looked at the messenger and snapped at him. "What? What is it? Can't you see I am busy?" He shouted.
The messenger leaped back, frightened. Kakinoba was known to be a fine warrior like his other brothers, and one knew not to mess with him. But he had a job to do. He quickly regained composure, and began telling Kakinoba of the report.
"You see my lord...Your wife...She has had a son!"
Kakinoba nearly stumbled when he heard this. He couldn't believe his ears. His wife had finally given birth?
"Take me to her immediately!" He ordered.
"Yes sir!" Came the reply.
They walked up a few sets of stairs, and walked to the west quarter of the castle. Then, they came to a medium sized door. The messenger opened it, and let Kakinoba walk inside.
Kakinoba couldn't believe his eyes. Here, right in front of him, was his beautiful wife Nokira, and she had given him a son. This meant his bloodline was secure. The clan would live beyond him!
"Nokira...Thank you." He said, holding back tears of joy.
His wife smiled weakly, but then closed her eyes and leaned back.
Kakinoba rushed to her side, but the midwife consoled him.
"She's just exhausted. Let her rest. She'll be up within a few hours."
Kakinoba nodded. He took the baby lightly in his arms, and scratched his chin. The baby giggled. Kakinoba smiled.
"I think I'll name you... Shisoki".

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Postby Russian people of america » Fri Dec 11, 2015 8:17 pm

Kazuki raced through the town on his horse, clad in full Samurai Armour. Following him were two soldier's, also dressed in Samurai Armour, however one lacked a helmet. These two boy's were his son, Makoto and Makoto's friend Akashi. They were loyal to the clan, and he had wanted them to meet their lord for quite awhile. Well, almost lord, currently he was only still heir. As they slowed to a trot, he gave a wide scanning of the building's and people who milled around attending to their business. Shaking his head they continued on, the only people within this section were Peasant's and Artisans, along with merchant's. They were of the lower classes, not apart of the clan. Turning a corner he continued on, Makoto commented upon the state of one such building that looked rather run down and old. He had to agree, still he shouldn't openly state these thing's. Luckily Akashi corrected him before he could utter a word. Finally he noticed a familiar face at the end on yet another long street, Galloping forward's past merchant's who scrambled to get out of the way. As he approached he jumped from his horse, dropping to one knee and bowing to the heir. Akashi did the same, as did Makoto with a little reminding from his old friend. "Deian! I have come bearing great new's, a messenger has arrived from Yaita Castle. Your Brother Kakinoba's wife has born a child"! He looked up to meet Deian's eyes in order to see his reaction. Makoto and Akashi however, being of a much smaller rank within the clan remained firmly bowed. "Also, i have been instructed by our lord to assist you". Makoto risked a glance at the boy to whom would soon be his lord, returning his gaze to the ground a moment later, unsure.
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Yes, my nation has a funny name. It was originally a puppet.

I'm Declaring this nation dead. From this moment on it will live on as The Frozen Forest. This is for the sake of convenience, as i want to restart with a new, proper name.

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Postby Cuprum » Fri Dec 11, 2015 8:36 pm

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Jeon Clan (전일족) - Korean Peninsula


Jeon Do-jeon stands in front of the assembly of lords and ladies in the Great Hall of Seongyojang Castle. Behind him Chong son Jeon Dong-woon sits, looking uncomfortable upon the Clan throne, and throughout the room the Clan retainers stand at the ready, outfitted in brigandine with swords drawn. A quiet muttering currently fills the room. The assembled high born men and women do not know what to make of this lion sitting the Family throne.

Jeon Do-jeon raises his hand and the chamber grows quiet, when he finally speaks it is with a voice that commands attention, one that resonates throughout the room, and rests in the minds of those attending.

“The Japanese once stood where I stand now, conquering the peninsula with Iron and blood! Korea bowed to them, and to the shoguns who followed, staking their claim on Korea with the Hojo regent's, the corpses of their opposition dead on their swords!”

The words boom through the hall, echoing amongst the gaunt faces and reflecting off the polished helms of the retainers.

“A king of this land takes by blood! He takes by force! He takes by power! What blood more righteous than the lion who leads our clan? What force mightier than the armies of the Korean soil? What power more devastating than the iron fist of Seongyojang?”

With each sentence the retainers strike their swords against their shields, louder and louder, a banging din that grows until Jeon Do-jeon raises his hand once more, prompting the men into silence.

“None.” He says, almost a whisper. Turning Jeon Do-jeon points to the Chong son, sitting high upon the throne of the Clan.

“Swear my lords. Swear your loyalty to the family, swear your allegiance to the Chong son, Jeon Dong-woon. Swear fealty to the rightful lord of this land!” And they do. One by one the lords and ladies of the court step forward, bowing their heads before the Chong son and murmuring words of fealty. The heads on the Castle’s gate hang too fresh in their minds to do otherwise and the Clan soldiers loom, always present.

When the assembled are silent once more Jeon Do-jeon speaks again, unrolling a long roll of parchment signed with the Emperor’s hand.

“By the Emperor’s orders all those that do not swear fealty to our lord, the rightful Shogun, will be considered traitors of the Imperial throne and will hereby be relinquished of all lands and titles and put to death. The false shogun of the Ashikaga Clan will be considered a traitor unless he presents himself before the Chong son within a month’s time to swear fealty.”

Jeon Do-jeon pauses, letting the words hang in the air, their implications sinking in. Muttering is heard amongst the lords and ladies but Jeon Do-jeon continues, unperturbed.

“So is the Chong son and Japanese Emperor’s wish, so it shall be.” The parchment is rolled up, and the council ends.

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Postby Russian people of america » Fri Dec 11, 2015 9:05 pm

Sang-Min had joined the others at the castle, even though he was no retainer. His job was more security, being a long time general of the Jeon Clan. He listened intently, yet remained on the lookout for trouble, as he always was. As the lord finished his speech, he did as the others and offered his fealty to the lord, despite already being a member of the clan. He felt it was necessary to reassure his lord he would fight for the clan rather than himself. Suddenly a noise in the distance caught his attention, mumbling an apology to a young man to whom he had been speaking to he walked off. He knew the castle well, and finally came to a hall in time for a man to crash into him unexpectedly, obviously trying to escape the castle. Behind him came two guards, men he knew well. Drawing his sword he allowed it to rest between him and the man, the blade pointing rather close to his chest. One flick and he would be dead. In his hands he held a box to which held long and detailed inscription's and depictions, obviously a possession of his lord. How had he even been able to sneak so far into the castle? "Bring the thief" he commanded. The soldier's grabbed the man's arm's, dragging him along as he made his way back to the Great Hall. The man was nervous about something, obviously afraid of the death that awaited him once his lord knew of the treachery. As the came into view he directed the soldier's to his lord, forcing the man to his knees in front of Jeon Do-Jeon. "My lord, i apologize for the intrusion, we have caught a thief. We found a small box of yours in his possession. I would like your permission to execute him" he bowed, facing the floor respectfully as he announced the news. Stealing from his lord, the man was certainly bold. That or very stupid, it was a death sentence. Before anyone could utter another sound the thief raised his head, standing rudely and looking at his lord almost hysterically. "Please don't kill me! I didn't do anything! My lord told me to steal your box, it was him! i swear it, please don't kill me, I have a son"! He looked around frantically, much like a cornered animal before being restrained by the guards.
Call me Russian or RPA.

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Yes, my nation has a funny name. It was originally a puppet.

I'm Declaring this nation dead. From this moment on it will live on as The Frozen Forest. This is for the sake of convenience, as i want to restart with a new, proper name.

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Postby Deian salazar » Fri Dec 11, 2015 9:21 pm

Russian people of america wrote:Kazuki raced through the town on his horse, clad in full Samurai Armour. Following him were two soldier's, also dressed in Samurai Armour, however one lacked a helmet. These two boy's were his son, Makoto and Makoto's friend Akashi. They were loyal to the clan, and he had wanted them to meet their lord for quite awhile. Well, almost lord, currently he was only still heir. As they slowed to a trot, he gave a wide scanning of the building's and people who milled around attending to their business. Shaking his head they continued on, the only people within this section were Peasant's and Artisans, along with merchant's. They were of the lower classes, not apart of the clan. Turning a corner he continued on, Makoto commented upon the state of one such building that looked rather run down and old. He had to agree, still he shouldn't openly state these thing's. Luckily Akashi corrected him before he could utter a word. Finally he noticed a familiar face at the end on yet another long street, Galloping forward's past merchant's who scrambled to get out of the way. As he approached he jumped from his horse, dropping to one knee and bowing to the heir. Akashi did the same, as did Makoto with a little reminding from his old friend. "Deian! I have come bearing great new's, a messenger has arrived from Yaita Castle. Your Brother Kakinoba's wife has born a child"! He looked up to meet Deian's eyes in order to see his reaction. Makoto and Akashi however, being of a much smaller rank within the clan remained firmly bowed. "Also, i have been instructed by our lord to assist you". Makoto risked a glance at the boy to whom would soon be his lord, returning his gaze to the ground a moment later, unsure.
Deian turned his gaze from the building to the Samurai in front of him. "Great news? Why, that is assuming I win the power struggle after my father's death." He joked. Everyone knew of the inevitable power struggle, and some wondered why Yuenadu didn't bother to stop it. However, most people still understood his reasoning behind not stopping it: To test the clan's stability, have only the greatest of his children win(Though he favored Deian as his heir), and leave only the strong standing. He noticed the worried looms on Kazuki's face, and decided to move to assure him. "However, if I win the power struggle, and my brother surrenders, then he will be a great boon to the clan." He laughed.
Then, he looked curiously at the nervous boy near him. "I believe this is your son? Makoto, right?" He asked, already knowing the answer.
He continued to gaze at him, and saw the boy shift nervously. "He looks strong. How old is he?" He asked, gaining interest in this young potential retainer.

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Postby Cuprum » Fri Dec 11, 2015 9:34 pm

Russian people of america wrote:The thief


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Jeon Clan (전일족) - Korean Peninsula


The Chong son face was red, he couldn't hide his anger. The other members of the clan try to calm him with words of flattering and profit, but he didn't listen. He raised his hand for silence and then he spoke with a serious tone:

''This castle is one of the biggest in region, my grandfather's father built it, Its walls are tallest and your men are guarding any single door or hole in this place, so how is possible that this man from the low caste entered my house and tried hard to stole part of my property. Today is peasant looking for food and gold, tomorrow an assasin looking for my head. Shall I cut his head and crucify you and all your men for your mediocrity or shall I forgive all, your honor has been stained anyway. I give you the right to choose because you are a general and a longstanding friend of the family. And now I ask you what will you choose?

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Postby Russian people of america » Fri Dec 11, 2015 10:22 pm

Cuprum wrote:
Russian people of america wrote:The thief


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Jeon Clan (전일족) - Korean Peninsula


The Chong son face was red, he couldn't hide his anger. The other members of the clan try to calm him with words of flattering and profit, but he didn't listen. He raised his hand for silence and then he spoke with a serious tone:

''This castle is one of the biggest in region, my grandfather's father built it, Its walls are tallest and your men are guarding any single door or hole in this place, so how is possible that this man from the low caste entered my house and tried hard to stole part of my property. Today is peasant looking for food and gold, tomorrow an assasin looking for my head. Shall I cut his head and crucify you and all your men for your mediocrity or shall I forgive all, your honor has been stained anyway. I give you the right to choose because you are a general and a longstanding friend of the family. And now I ask you what will you choose?

He remained respectively bowed, Looking at his lord as he was spoken to, this hadn't gone the way he had expected. However he was right, it was his fault and he his honor had taken a blow. He could restore it with seppuku, however that would serve no purpose at all. He had more years to which he could fix his honor and bring undying honor to his lord and clan. "I thank you for your gracious and generous offer my lord, i accept. I will work ten time's as hard in order to ensure that this never happens again, and i will see to it that those responsible are punished severely. I will serve you faithfully for as long as my heart beat's". He pledged once again, his loyalty to his lord. The thief was cowering, fiddling with the inside of his robe.

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Kazuki smiled, letting out a breath of relief silently. Suddenly Makoto came up, and he felt nervous for a moment till realizing that the boy was talking positively, rather than with anger or distrust. Suddenly pride washed over him and he couldn't help but keep it out of his voice. "He's nineteen, my lord" he resisted the urge continue describing Makoto, how they had trained since he was a mere boy, how he had taught him how to fight and act around others in society. Makoto remained rooted to the spot, his heart pounding fiercely. He had heard stories of how some lords were cruel to their samurai, killing them for nearly no reason at all. However he was reassured by his father's voice. Akashi remained quiet, not trying to bring undue attention to himself. He wasn't a member of a proud or honored family like Makoto or Kazuki, his father had commited Seppuku only a few years prior, however that honor had been destroyed when his mother attempted the same thing and failed. She had lost her status among the Samurai class, leaving him the only samurai in his family. Makoto shifted a second time, almost sensing his friend's distress, but not wanting to have attention drawn elsewhere. He had been brought along to meet his future lord, and he needed to ensure that he didn't disgrace himself in front of such an important figure.
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Yes, my nation has a funny name. It was originally a puppet.

I'm Declaring this nation dead. From this moment on it will live on as The Frozen Forest. This is for the sake of convenience, as i want to restart with a new, proper name.

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Postby Cuprum » Fri Dec 11, 2015 10:38 pm

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Cuprum wrote:
Fresh Blood


We are preparing for a total war like the other clans. In conclusion we need strong men if I want to expand our domains. The Shogunate no longer exist and the other clans are struggling for the power at Tokyo, we can't lose this political war. Show me your true loyalty by achieving victory in the new campaign we are planning, I'll send you with your retinue to the north domain with 2,500 men. If you are wise you'll win against the lords of the north, If not you'll be impaled or worst. Please I beg you, don't dissapoint me again!''

The north regions are occupied by 6 warlike clans. The North tribes are quite ferocious and will often resort to violence at slight provocations. However, they are not entirely uncivilized: sometimes when a member from one tribe kills a member from another, their leaders have been known to negotiate a non-violent end to the feud by demanding blood money be paid as compensation by the offending tribe. The North are home to a population of people who have rejected the authority of the Shogunate and are independent from the rest of the Empire and its feudal society. They believe that every person's voice, regardless of gender, should be heard during councils.

They are a poor people with poor quality of weapons and armor. They subsist by raiding local villages, small groups of travelers and will attack even the Emperor if he is not properly protected. They take all weapons, grain, and armor they can find, as well as all women, whether they are wedded or not. Some women participate in raids. However, it has been hundreds of years since the clansmen have threatened the Empire with anything more serious than raids. Their numbers reach 30,000 but someone says that quality is better than quantity. Will General Nam Sang-Min defeat them with an army of 3,000?
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Postby Russian people of america » Sat Dec 12, 2015 12:36 am

Cuprum wrote:
Russian people of america wrote:Fresh Blood


We are preparing for a total war like the other clans. In conclusion we need strong men if I want to expand our domains. The Shogunate no longer exist and the other clans are struggling for the power at Tokyo, we can't lose this political war. Show me your true loyalty by achieving victory in the new campaign we are planning, I'll send you with your retinue to the north domain with 2,500 men. If you are wise you'll win against the lords of the north, If not you'll be impaled or worst. Please I beg you, don't dissapoint me again!''

The north regions are occupied by 6 warlike clans. The North tribes are quite ferocious and will often resort to violence at slight provocations. However, they are not entirely uncivilized: sometimes when a member from one tribe kills a member from another, their leaders have been known to negotiate a non-violent end to the feud by demanding blood money be paid as compensation by the offending tribe. The North are home to a population of people who have rejected the authority of the Shogunate and are independent from the rest of the Empire and its feudal society. They believe that every person's voice, regardless of gender, should be heard during councils.

They are a poor people with poor quality of weapons and armor. They subsist by raiding local villages, small groups of travelers and will attack even the Emperor if he is not properly protected. They take all weapons, grain, and armor they can find, as well as all women, whether they are wedded or not. Some women participate in raids. However, it has been hundreds of years since the clansmen have threatened the Empire with anything more serious than raids. Their numbers reach 30,000 but someone says that quality is better than quantity. Will General Nam Sang-Min defeat them with an army of 3,000?

He was off, Nam knew that this would be a deciding factor in his clan's history and he would be trusted with it's success. If he failed, his clan would be too weak to adequately defend itself, not to mention he would be executed. If he succeeded he would go down in history, the history of his clan and the history of Korea. Not only would his disgrace in the castle be washed away, but his honor would be immense, as would the Honor of his lord. His army would be waiting. Grabbing his horse he jumped onto it's back and made his way to where the army was stationed, they were already organized. Three thousand men, he had to avoid a direct battle, and that only left a surprise attack. He couldn't risk a trap, he'd just be slaughtered, therefore he had to hit them when they weren't prepared. He'd need to engage and kill the leader's, without a general or chief they would certainly be more inclined to join his lord. When the horses were ready they rode north, it would be a long journey.
Call me Russian or RPA.

RP Sample's:
Sengoku Rp
Fading Songs
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Yes, my nation has a funny name. It was originally a puppet.

I'm Declaring this nation dead. From this moment on it will live on as The Frozen Forest. This is for the sake of convenience, as i want to restart with a new, proper name.

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Postby Cuprum » Sat Dec 12, 2015 1:56 pm

Russian people of america wrote:
Cuprum wrote:War preparations.


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Tribes Ye of the East (东野) - Korean Peninsula


20,000 men were camping in the border between the North and the Jeon Clan domains. They were confident about theirs numbers, they believe that their victory will be easy to achieve. The histories say that the Barbarians were celebrating their recent victories with song, dance, and sake in a village in the border and making some sacrifices in honor of the Tiger god of their land. In the cloudy sky started to cry some tears when the land of Jeon Clan was going to be invaded.

''The Barbarians has 30,000 men marching toward this place? I don't believe that. They 'only' have 20,000 soldiers. Yes, that is still too many. So, Hyemsong, you want me to surrender. What if we do surrender? Will you get content with losing your life that way? Or what if we hold on like Ui wants me to? What if we stay here in this castle, lock it up, and wait until the Barbarians lose appetite and stop the siege and go home? We will be able to prolong our lives for five or ten days, and what we cannot defend will still be undefendable. We are at the bottom of the pit, you know. And our fate is interesting. Of course the misery is too great, too. But this is how I see it: this is a chance in a lifetime. I can't afford to miss this. Do you really want to spend your entire lives praying for longevity? We were born in order to die! Whoever is with me, come to the battlefield tomorrow morning. Whoever is not, just stay wherever you are and watch me win it! I'll secretly support the general because I want to be in the books and songs of out people.''
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Postby Russian people of america » Sat Dec 12, 2015 2:51 pm

Cuprum wrote:
Russian people of america wrote:


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Tribes Ye of the East (东野) - Korean Peninsula


20,000 men were camping in the border between the North and the Jeon Clan domains. They were confident about theirs numbers, they believe that their victory will be easy to achieve. The histories say that the Barbarians were celebrating their recent victories with song, dance, and sake in a village in the border and making some sacrifices in honor of the Tiger god of their land. In the cloudy sky started to cry some tears when the land of Jeon Clan was going to be invaded.

''The Barbarians has 30,000 men marching toward this place? I don't believe that. They 'only' have 20,000 soldiers. Yes, that is still too many. So, Hyemsong, you want me to surrender. What if we do surrender? Will you get content with losing your life that way? Or what if we hold on like Ui wants me to? What if we stay here in this castle, lock it up, and wait until the Barbarians lose appetite and stop the siege and go home? We will be able to prolong our lives for five or ten days, and what we cannot defend will still be undefendable. We are at the bottom of the pit, you know. And our fate is interesting. Of course the misery is too great, too. But this is how I see it: this is a chance in a lifetime. I can't afford to miss this. Do you really want to spend your entire lives praying for longevity? We were born in order to die! Whoever is with me, come to the battlefield tomorrow morning. Whoever is not, just stay wherever you are and watch me win it! I'll secretly support the general because I want to be in the books and songs of out people.''

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Nam had marched his men tirelessly, doing his best to inspire those who doubted they could win against such a formidable foe. He knew one thing for certain, the leader's needed to go if the battle was to be won. Still, he wrestled with the thought, how would he be able to get at them? As they approached the border several scouts broke through the forest undergrowth. They described a huge enemy force unlike any other, thousand upon thousand's of men. They were resting in the town of Tongsu-Gol, most likely to be warm and comfortable as the rain began to pour over the land. Not only that, but light fog had began to settle in. Suddenly he knew what to do, giving the order's that would help him achieve his success. Nine hundred men were to take as many banner's as possible to the small temple just south of the city, they were ordered to establish them and set up a large camp. He would take the remaining 2100 of his soldier's to swing around and enter the northern face of the town, to which would most likely be poorly guarded. He gave the order, and the men scrambled away, taking most of the banner's, an overseer ensured that the weaker or less experienced soldier's be the banner carriers. He led his men silently through the damp, quiet night, circling around the town carefully. It was a little past midnight two day's later by the time his forces were arranged along the north side of the town. Luckily both the fog and rain remained, in fact they had intensified. He allowed the men a few hour's of rest before finally dawn broke. He ordered the men to their position's, and thinking on the spot he gave both a speech and a instruction of the plan. "Men, today will be a historic day in the history of the Jeon clan, honor and immortality await us within this town. We will be hero's, and you all will have immense honor after this day. The enemy is asleep, almost all of the fifteen thousand of them. They sleep comfortably, having raped the women and tortured the men to death. Our Lord has commanded that we defeat these hordes of men to whom have committed unspeakable crimes towards the people of Korea. They would kill you in a heart beat if they could, as such you must do the same. Those who follow me in the initial attack will help me eliminate the guards, to whom are unaware of our presence. Once they are dead or captured we advance forward in a charge. Kill anyone who get's in your way, once we are within the town move as quickly as you can towards the command tent. Kill anyone inside who draws a blade, but if you can try to take them alive, apart from the main general. He has to die regardless of our success or not, We are after the leader's"! He announced, watching the determined and uncertain faces among the crowd of soldier's. He whipped the reign's and began to make his way down the hill towards the barbarians. The sound of the rain would have easily drowned out his speech before it could be heard in the village. The others followed, not giving out a cry but the sound of hooves pounded against the soft ground. The enemy was in sight, and the battle was about to begin.
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I'm Declaring this nation dead. From this moment on it will live on as The Frozen Forest. This is for the sake of convenience, as i want to restart with a new, proper name.

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Postby Cuprum » Sat Dec 12, 2015 3:51 pm

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Tribes Ye of the East (东野) - Korean Peninsula


20,000 men were camping in the border between the North and the Jeon Clan domains. They were confident about theirs numbers, they believe that their victory will be easy to achieve. The histories say that the Barbarians were celebrating their recent victories with song, dance, and sake in a village in the border and making some sacrifices in honor of the Tiger god of their land. In the cloudy sky started to cry some tears when the land of Jeon Clan was going to be invaded.

''The Barbarians has 30,000 men marching toward this place? I don't believe that. They 'only' have 20,000 soldiers. Yes, that is still too many. So, Hyemsong, you want me to surrender. What if we do surrender? Will you get content with losing your life that way? Or what if we hold on like Ui wants me to? What if we stay here in this castle, lock it up, and wait until the Barbarians lose appetite and stop the siege and go home? We will be able to prolong our lives for five or ten days, and what we cannot defend will still be undefendable. We are at the bottom of the pit, you know. And our fate is interesting. Of course the misery is too great, too. But this is how I see it: this is a chance in a lifetime. I can't afford to miss this. Do you really want to spend your entire lives praying for longevity? We were born in order to die! Whoever is with me, come to the battlefield tomorrow morning. Whoever is not, just stay wherever you are and watch me win it! I'll secretly support the general because I want to be in the books and songs of out people.''

Battle of Tongsu-Gol


When they approached by more than one assailant, the barbarians always focus on the entire group and not one person individually. They tried to find a way through the enemy army and escape. Once they view your potential exit, they do whatever needs to be done to reach it. Redirect attacks, strike and constantly move. They didn't interact with all your attackers, just the ones that block the path between you and the escape route. One key advantage they have that most people find hard to understand is that when they start breaking joints, cracking noses and poking out the eyes of the first few “recipients,” the remaining men may begin to back up and unknowingly help them clear the path and make the survivours to escape. But when the barbarians reached the exit a horn sounded with all his potential. An army of 10,000 strong leaded by the Chong son appeared.

''We need slaves for the new harvest so don't exterminate them. It looks like General Nam strategy worked as I expected. Let's return to our tent while he finish the dirty work'' The Chong son declared.
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Postby Mangjukoia » Sun Dec 13, 2015 12:56 pm

Kaga and Echizen, the so-called peasant kingdoms ruled. These provinces, one of the only of its kind, a Japanese land ruled without Samurai. Here was were the monks directly 'ruled' per-se, in the castle city of Kanazawa, with their branches of Buddhist temple-fortresses dotted over the country, such as in Osaka and Kyoto. In the temple-castle, the many warrior monks made their prayers with a large statue of the Amida Buddha sat in-front of them, the sounds of their chants echoing throughout the city to the ringing of the Bonshō. Among the split country of Daimyo and Samurai, the Ikko-Ikki of Kaga and Echizen offered sanctuary and guarantee of the Pure-Land to the believers.

The Monshu, Shinyo, leader of the militant Buddhist clan, a progressive man for the preservation of the Ikko-Ikki name, came to see the war brought by rivaling daimyo. Unlike them, he and his clan did not follow the Bushido or the Samurai codes of conduct and law. He needed to expand his realm, secure it from destruction at the hands of the larger clans. While their castles were almost almost unsiegeable, this didn't stop the fact that the rest of their home provinces could still be threatened by the many clans. The Takeda, Oda, and Uesugi were the most immediate clans that posed the highest threats, but all were enemies or rivals of one another. This could either lead to Ikko-ikki victory or demise at the hands of other clans.

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Postby Cuprum » Sun Dec 13, 2015 1:15 pm

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Jeon Clan (전일족) - Korean Peninsula


The wind whistled willfully through the woods. Whispers of man caught up in the whispers of the Gods. Jeon Dong-woon and his council sat at their newly fashioned war table. The table had been made in the sacred wood at the behest of Jeon Dong-woon, believing that the Gods should have a seat at the table where men play the game. The table itself was made from a fallen tree, the seats they sat upon were nothing more than stumps. The table, smooth and sanded down on top, underneath was a different tale. It felt corrugated, lined creases laden with holes. There were was one larger hole and a couple of smaller ones, sap from the holes wept out, anyone who tried to trace the table’s underside would soon find themselves covered in the sap.

Around the table sat Jeon Do-jeon, the head of one of the Clan Branches or True Bone. He always came across as a sensible man, a man of wit and integrity. He commanded those who stood closest to the Lord and represented the most trustworthy man at the table.

To his left sat Captain Hae Mangnae, a taller man than the Chong son and more practically built. He looked like a fighter in every sense of the word, his long hair fell to his shoulders, his eyes narrow and defensive. He was a relatively new member of Clan, he had shown promise in being able to lead, but further promise still in his ability to train and use words as well as arms to get his will. In another life, Mangnae would have been the perfect Lord to some castle, it is unfortunate for him he was born into a family who had no such luck, he was instead the Master-at-Arms.

To his left was an empty chair, it wasn’t symbolic, though it carried the weight of a position that needed to be filled. The seat was left for the man who proved himself to Jeon Dong-woon to be worthy of a place at the table. It was indeed thought at one point that the man who called himself Go Eosu would once have sat here. However, since his dead in the war against the savages long time ago, the seat stayed empty, a haunting reminder that Castle lacked a Castilian. To the left of that chair was where the leader sat, not at the head of the table, but on the side, giving the sacred tree, and the face carved into it the position of being at the head of the table. Whilst they convened the Gods whispered their thoughts and ideas out and into the minds of those around the table. Man had never been closer to the gods.

Jeon Dong-woon took a moment to look at the two men that stood before him, both seemed to be ready. Both seemed to be primed. What these three men would discuss today would be kept a secret. What they discuss today would affect proceedings in the North for many moon turns to come.

“I wanted to start this meeting with a thank you, to you both.” Jeon Dong-woon started. “My family was torn from its rightful place and all hope for this place to be able to redeem itself seemed lost. But it is through help such as yours that we are beginning to find our feet. Help such as yours that what we talk of today could even be a possibility. Both of you are more loyal than I could even had hoped for, and you both show great wisdom both on the field and off. That is why you are here. That is why you have the position you have. That is why we will win the war we started. The North has been pacified our next route is...”

NPC EVENT: IKKO - IKKI RISE!

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Imperial Court - Kyoto



It was February 7th, 1524, and Japan was in the midst of debilitating civil war. The Hosokawa and The Yamana clans vied for dominance throughout central Japan. In the southern island of Kyushu, the Shimazu have entered a bitter standoff with the Ito and the Shoni. Shikoku is similarly divided between the Kono and the Chosokabe. To the east of Japan the clans of the Takeda, Uesugi, Date and Satake fight bitter wars. But our story took place in the small forgotten north, where the two rivals Ando and Kasai fought for survival when a new and terrible danger broke out ...... the Ikko-Ikki.

The Ikko-Ikki rebellion was born out of hate and fear, the monks took up the fight against the tyrannical samurai lords. Starting out as a patient Shinto monk in the Kaga province of the Azai clan. Angered by the pain and the hate these wars caused, this Buddhist sectarian monks used fancy language and past services to lead a village in a rebellion against the local strongman, easily defeating them and his few men. It was said that the monks were good man at heart but when they look apon the strongman's tax room, their eyes lit up with greed and ideas and fantasies. After that day the rebellion got stronger and stronger, but the coffers ironically emptier and emptier because they don't believe in taxes but in donations. Eventually the monks were known as the Kaga-Ikki in respect of the rebellion, and took the entire province as well.

The Emperor didn't care about the fanatics menace since they would benefit him in some manner. The Emperor believe that the monk's expansion would reduce the warlords influence, increasing his holy authority as the religious and political head in Japan.
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Postby Russian people of america » Sun Dec 13, 2015 1:37 pm

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Russian people of america wrote:Battle of Tongsu-Gol


When they approached by more than one assailant, the barbarians always focus on the entire group and not one person individually. They tried to find a way through the enemy army and escape. Once they view your potential exit, they do whatever needs to be done to reach it. Redirect attacks, strike and constantly move. They didn't interact with all your attackers, just the ones that block the path between you and the escape route. One key advantage they have that most people find hard to understand is that when they start breaking joints, cracking noses and poking out the eyes of the first few “recipients,” the remaining men may begin to back up and unknowingly help them clear the path and make the survivours to escape. But when the barbarians reached the exit a horn sounded with all his potential. An army of 10,000 strong leaded by the Chong son appeared.

''We need slaves for the new harvest so don't exterminate them. It looks like General Nam strategy worked as I expected. Let's return to our tent while he finish the dirty work'' The Chong son declared.

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They continued on, the sound's of fighting, and death filled the air before being put out by the rain and pounding of hooves upon the wet ground. General Nam struck down those who stood in the way of him and the command tent. He continued to thrust hiss spear through those who wouldn't or couldn't surrender. His men continued to pour in like a overflowing river, sweeping through and destroying whatever got in their way. Finally the tent came into view, too large and important to not be the command tent. They continued towards the tent as several guards moved to cut them off from being able to enter. He dismounted along with a few others and they struck down the men at the cost of an older soldier. Ahead stood the chieftain, or main general of the army. He stood unaware of the situation, unable to see them clearly due to the rain. They wasted no time closing in, by the time he realized his demise and had drawn his sword, Nam had thrust his wakizashi through his chest. He gave a bloody sputter, the blood running from his mouth and down his chin before failling backwards into death's embrace. Nam gave a flick of his blade to clear it of blood. "Quickly, we must take their leader's"! The soldier's who had followed him charged through the canvas of the tent alongside the general, helping him obtain control of the leadership. Several drew blades, and they all fell. Those who didn't seemed older, wiser than their barbarian counterparts. They surrendered, and without leadership the barbarian army panicked. Some attempted to flee, while the rest either gave up or died in the chaos. Calling in the remaining 900 men from the temple, the camp and barbarian's were secured. A messenger was sent back to the Jeon leadership, to his lord. After a day or so he mounted his horse with a small group of 250 men, they had all proven to be great soldier's. All had done something worthy in the battle, and he wanted them to be with him when he met with his lord. He whipped his horse and made his way back to the province to which his clan resided.
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Russian people of america wrote:Kazuki smiled, letting out a breath of relief silently. Suddenly Makoto came up, and he felt nervous for a moment till realizing that the boy was talking positively, rather than with anger or distrust. Suddenly pride washed over him and he couldn't help but keep it out of his voice. "He's nineteen, my lord" he resisted the urge continue describing Makoto, how they had trained since he was a mere boy, how he had taught him how to fight and act around others in society. Makoto remained rooted to the spot, his heart pounding fiercely. He had heard stories of how some lords were cruel to their samurai, killing them for nearly no reason at all. However he was reassured by his father's voice. Akashi remained quiet, not trying to bring undue attention to himself. He wasn't a member of a proud or honored family like Makoto or Kazuki, his father had commited Seppuku only a few years prior, however that honor had been destroyed when his mother attempted the same thing and failed. She had lost her status among the Samurai class, leaving him the only samurai in his family. Makoto shifted a second time, almost sensing his friend's distress, but not wanting to have attention drawn elsewhere. He had been brought along to meet his future lord, and he needed to ensure that he didn't disgrace himself in front of such an important figure.

Deian examined the boy closely. He walked around him, and put his index figure to his lip. Finally, he finished and walked back in front of them.
"I must say I am impressed. You look physically fit, and well trained. I like you. Let's be friends." He said cheerfully. "I just hope you know something about military tactics and politics or you'll be a bad general on the battlefield, which is what I'll make you when I come to power."
He then shifted focus to Akashi, and pointed at him. "And you. You don't feel like a child of Kazuki. What are you? A child of a dishonored Samurai family?" He noticed the boy's surprise and shame, and smiled. "Don't worry. I'll give you the opportunity to restore your clan's honor and serve me faithfully. To me, dishonoring clans is not a good idea during wartime. I'll make you one of my highest ranking retainers."
He then turned to Kazuki again. "You must have adopted Akashi, yes? How about I adopt him as my son instead? Not my heir, unfortunately, just my son. Would that be okay with you?" He proposed cheerfully.

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Postby Russian people of america » Sun Dec 13, 2015 2:56 pm

Deian salazar wrote:
Russian people of america wrote:Kazuki smiled, letting out a breath of relief silently. Suddenly Makoto came up, and he felt nervous for a moment till realizing that the boy was talking positively, rather than with anger or distrust. Suddenly pride washed over him and he couldn't help but keep it out of his voice. "He's nineteen, my lord" he resisted the urge continue describing Makoto, how they had trained since he was a mere boy, how he had taught him how to fight and act around others in society. Makoto remained rooted to the spot, his heart pounding fiercely. He had heard stories of how some lords were cruel to their samurai, killing them for nearly no reason at all. However he was reassured by his father's voice. Akashi remained quiet, not trying to bring undue attention to himself. He wasn't a member of a proud or honored family like Makoto or Kazuki, his father had commited Seppuku only a few years prior, however that honor had been destroyed when his mother attempted the same thing and failed. She had lost her status among the Samurai class, leaving him the only samurai in his family. Makoto shifted a second time, almost sensing his friend's distress, but not wanting to have attention drawn elsewhere. He had been brought along to meet his future lord, and he needed to ensure that he didn't disgrace himself in front of such an important figure.

Deian examined the boy closely. He walked around him, and put his index figure to his lip. Finally, he finished and walked back in front of them.
"I must say I am impressed. You look physically fit, and well trained. I like you. Let's be friends." He said cheerfully. "I just hope you know something about military tactics and politics or you'll be a bad general on the battlefield, which is what I'll make you when I come to power."
He then shifted focus to Akashi, and pointed at him. "And you. You don't feel like a child of Kazuki. What are you? A child of a dishonored Samurai family?" He noticed the boy's surprise and shame, and smiled. "Don't worry. I'll give you the opportunity to restore your clan's honor and serve me faithfully. To me, dishonoring clans is not a good idea during wartime. I'll make you one of my highest ranking retainers."
He then turned to Kazuki again. "You must have adopted Akashi, yes? How about I adopt him as my son instead? Not my heir, unfortunately, just my son. Would that be okay with you?" He proposed cheerfully.

Kazuki stood visually stunned by his lord and how thing's had transpired. This boy, Deian certainly wasn't like those who had come before him. He couldn't decide if that was a good or bad thing. Either way he couldn't stop a grin from appearing across his face for but a moment before he shook it off. "Of course you can adopt him my lord, i'm sure he would be honored to be the son of such a honorable man". Akashi remained speechless, surprised but joyous, though he did his best to conceal it. He would of course be honored to be the son of his lord. Makoto was also in shock, to think he would become a general when this man came to power. It was an honor, and luckily his father had taught him those skills. He had only expected to have to fight in the clan's army to advance to such a rank, suddenly he would be right on top, right beside his lord and father in helping bring his clan to control the land. "I'd like that my lord" he agreed, having no problem's with being a friend of his lord.
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Yes, my nation has a funny name. It was originally a puppet.

I'm Declaring this nation dead. From this moment on it will live on as The Frozen Forest. This is for the sake of convenience, as i want to restart with a new, proper name.

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Deian salazar wrote:[spoiler=Kazuki]

Deian examined the boy closely. He walked around him, and put his index figure to his lip. Finally, he finished and walked back in front of them.
"I must say I am impressed. You look physically fit, and well trained. I like you. Let's be friends." He said cheerfully. "I just hope you know something about military tactics and politics or you'll be a bad general on the battlefield, which is what I'll make you when I come to power."
He then shifted focus to Akashi, and pointed at him. "And you. You don't feel like a child of Kazuki. What are you? A child of a dishonored Samurai family?" He noticed the boy's surprise and shame, and smiled. "Don't worry. I'll give you the opportunity to restore your clan's honor and serve me faithfully. To me, dishonoring clans is not a good idea during wartime. I'll make you one of my highest ranking retainers."
He then turned to Kazuki again. "You must have adopted Akashi, yes? How about I adopt him as my son instead? Not my heir, unfortunately, just my son. Would that be okay with you?" He proposed cheerfully.

Kazuki stood visually stunned by his lord and how thing's had transpired. This boy, Deian certainly wasn't like those who had come before him. He couldn't decide if that was a good or bad thing. Either way he couldn't stop a grin from appearing across his face for but a moment before he shook it off. "Of course you can adopt him my lord, i'm sure he would be honored to be the son of such a honorable man". Akashi remained speechless, surprised but joyous, though he did his best to conceal it. He would of course be honored to be the son of his lord. Makoto was also in shock, to think he would become a general when this man came to power. It was an honor, and luckily his father had taught him those skills. He had only expected to have to fight in the clan's army to advance to such a rank, suddenly he would be right on top, right beside his lord and father in helping bring his clan to control the land. "I'd like that my lord" he agreed, having no problem's with being a friend of his lord.
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Deian grinned with satisfaction. "You three....You will help this young Tiger achieve the impossible. I will call you the "Iwaki 3". You will achieve great things, I am sure of it."
Then, as he was speaking, a messenger appeared, ran up to him, and knelt.
"My lord! I-it's your father, Lord Yuenadu! He-he seems terribly ill and is in bed! He requests you come at once!"

Deian was shocked for a moment, but then nodded. "Understood. You three, come with me. I want you to see the shifting of generations, the death of the old and the birth of the new. At least, that is what I am expecting to happen."

He sprinted off to see his Father.
He may have seemed brave to his retainers right then he thought to himself, but in all honesty he was trembling with fear. He was conflicted. he loved his father dearly, and while excited to take the torch, he was both scared he would be alone without his father to guide him and he may not be able to lead the clan well. He shook his head, still running. Of course he could rule well! His father had always said he sensed something great within him, and Deian knew this without a doubt.
And yet...He still was concerned. He didn't want to lose his father, just yet. But fate seemed to have other plans for him.
He reached the palace doors, and stopped running.
"Open the doors!" He ordered, and the guards nodded and did so. He was then off again, running through the palace to his father's room, bumping into servants and retainers alike. Finally, he reached the door to his father's room. He stopped for a moment, and panted, breathless. Finally, after a couple moments of catching his breath, he ordered the guards to open the door. The guards did as he told them, and he ran inside to his father's bed, and knelt.
"Father!" He exclaimed. "Are you alright?"
He looked up and struggled to keep composure. His father, who usually looked strong and fit, now looked old, decrepit, and weak. He looked truly pathetic, and Deian almost felt pity for him, though he didn't as he knew his father would hate it.

His father spoke. He had a raspy voice, and struggled to speak.
"Deian. It's your time now. I know...I know it's not the ascension you were wanting. Sooner than you expected. But, it's still your time. Deian...Raise this clan to greatness. I know you clan. An average Daimyo satisfied with just these lands...must be something you will never be.
"Father!" Deian cried.
With those last words, the Viper of Iwaki, the famed Yuenadu Yukoshi, died,leaving behind Deian as his successor.
Deian continued kneeling. "F-father..." He whispered, resisting the urge to burst into tears.
He stood up, and wiped his eyes.
"Very well. I will do as you wish. Today is not the time for mourning. We will send a messenger to the Jeon clan."
He turned towards the others.
"Akashi...If I die at all, it seems you will be my heir, until I give birth to an actual son. For now, I want you to prepare with Kazuki and Makoto. As soon as we form an alliance with Jeon, we march and will destroy the remnants of the Satake and defeat the Kanto Ota clan."
He then walked past his retainers, and went to his room. Sighing, he quietly wept, behind closed doors, until he fell asleep."

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Jeon Clan (전일족) - Basugui Castle - Gusuinji - Korean Peninsula



A twang of bowstrings rang out as soon as the barbarian lord disappeared from view. They descended like a rainstorm from the tops of the wall, aimed squarely at the two knights below. Their sharpened metal points thirsted for blood, but were unsatisfied for the most part. They fell woefully short as Dong-woon’s warrior instincts kicked in and he wheeled his horse around to escape. His banner carrying companion however, was not as sharp. A carnal cry of panicked pain filled the air as an arrow buried itself into the man’s thigh. The clan banner fell to the ground with a dull thud.

The camp spread out around Basugui was massive in size, the banners of the prominent retainers among the assembled forces, although some minor Lords had sent forces and the unique sigils of hedge knights were often visible in the crowd.

As expected Jeon Hyeonjong had opened the floodgates and turned the zone into an island, with the gates firmly sealed shut and a variant of the barbarians banner flying high above the Castle. The Jeon men were bus building poleboats to assail the Fortress. The day was clear, the weather warm and comfortable with nary a cloud in the sky and the men worked swiftly.

Jeon Dong-woon sat in his tent, looking over troop numbers and dispersion of his forces while he awaited Hae Mangnae and Jeon Do-jeon. He had not brought much, and as a result the tent housed only a handful of chairs sat around a table, upon which sat a map of the lands immediately surrounding the zone. In Jeon Dong-woon’s lap sat “A history of Wars in Koryo” which was heavily earmarked anywhere he found information on battles around and within the fortress of Basugui.

Chong son's pavilion was modest, even that description was generous. The tent was barely large enough to pass as a lord's pavilion, with just enough room for a cot, a trunk, and a stand for his armor. Jeon Hyeonjong waited dutifully for the trout as he lifted the flap and exited into the crisp Basugui' air.

"How goes it?" The Chong son said groggily rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Jeon Hyeonjong wore simple leathers covered by a plain black tunic, his faithful cat still trailing behind him.

"The lines have been set, my lord. The castle is flooded, and as of yet there has been no word from General Nam."

The Chong son grunted in approval as he began to walk down the tent rows towards the massive pavilion in the center flying the Mon of the Clan. Benjen had his fill of nongju the night previous and his head pounded mercilessly with each step he took. Soldiers in plate and chain rattled past the Chong son as he trudged steadily onward followed by Jeon Hyeonjong and the lad's cat.

The Chong son's patience had been reached. The siege had only persisted for little over a day, but the Barbarians was keen to finally own the castle that had eluded him his entire campaign.

''My lord must be frank with you, this siege may last a month or more. Their food supplies are extremely low, and the castle cannot hope to hold out against a siege." said the general, clasping his hands in his lap as he regarded the clan leader coolly. Impatience radiated off of him like heat off the summer sun. He hadn't even taken a seat, instead choosing to pace the room like an angry wolf.

"What is important to remember is that the Barbarians are not fighting in regards to any great cause. In the history of siege warfare men have refused to starve over something they do not believe in. So i counsel you to have faith and patience. The men in the castle will soon grow hungry, and the day they cannot feed them is the day they decide that maybe our banners would be more attractive to fight under." finished the general, his eyes never leaving those of the Lord opposite him.

"That day cannot be predicted, it may be a week, it may be a month, but I swear to you it will happen. There is no need to have bloodshed when it could be so easily avoided." the general sat back in his chair, hoping that the Chong son would see some reason.

''We are going to attack, that danm fortress will fall today!'' The Chong son claimed.

An old letter:

To the Yukoshi Clan

I think It'll be prudent for both of our clans, if we agree to achieve an alliance agreement in the future. I assure you that our clans will get a lot of benefits from it.

My best regards and wishes.

Chong son of the Jeon Clan.
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Postby Deian salazar » Tue Dec 15, 2015 7:14 pm

April 16th 1524.
A messenger came running to the castle, carrying a message for Deian Yukoshi.
He burst through the doors, and ran up to the throne, at which point he respectfully knelt.
"Sire! The Jeon clan has sent back word!" He exclaimed, panting.
"Good! Now let me see!" Deian demanded, unable to bear the anticipation.
"Sir!" The Messenger handed him the letter, and then quietly left the room.
Deian opened the letter, and read the words.

To the Yukoshi Clan

I think It'll be prudent for both of our clans, if we agree to achieve an alliance agreement in the future. I assure you that our clans will get a lot of benefits from it.

My best regards and wishes.

Chong son of the Jeon Clan.


Deian read it, and then reread it. Then, he rolled up the letter, sat down on his throne, and laughed, unnerving several generals..
"Excellent. Hahaha.... Now all we need to do is mop up the Ashina clan after our alliance with the Mushi is formed. The land of East Kanto is nearly in my grasp.. If I can eliminate the Ashina before my brothers secede, this will give me a massive edge in the war.
You! Send a message to the Mushi clan!" He ordered a general of his, Gajino Soguba.
Gajino Soguba was well known for his skills in diplomacy, and understood his lord's plan. "Understood. I will leave immediately."
Deian watched him leave, and then was quiet for a few moments. Eventually, he laughed loudly again.
Everything was going according to plan...

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Postby Russian people of america » Tue Dec 15, 2015 8:30 pm

Jeon Clan

General Nam continued down his path, behind him were the 250 warrior's chosen to ride alongside him back to his lord. They were marching to a battlefield, he hadn't realized his lord even had additional forces for a siege. Finally the shape of a looming building came into view in the distance, he whipped his horse and followed by his soldier's, made their way down to the Jeon Encampment. A siege, he was shocked they had done so without his presence, if he had known he would have brought his full force. Still, the shame couldn't be inflicted onto him for this, he had no prior knowledge of the siege. He rode through the camp till his lord came into view, dismounting he fell to the ground and bowed respectfully. "My lord, the northern territory's have been secured, the hostile leader's have been killed, and the remaining landowner's have pledged their allegiance to the Jeon Clan. I have brought my 250 best warrior's, i wasn't aware you had prepared a siege, otherwise i would have brought back my full force".

Yukoshi Clan

Akashi had once again been shocked. So now they were the Iwaki Three, And he was to temporary heir to the Yukoshi clan, until his new father could have a son by blood. It was more than an honor, he had in an instant been raised to the heir of the Yukoshi clan, even if it were only temporary. He had completely surpassed both Makoto and Kazuki in rank. He followed as Deian's father died, of course he would mourn the deceased lord. He had led the clan well during his life and was an honored samurai. Finally he went with Kazuki in order to prepare the army for battle with some other clan's. Their was some difficulty organizing all of the samurai, however the army was prepared in a decent amount of time. He awaited deian's order's within the camp, Kazuki was off helping train the younger Samurai in a few old trick's to surviving battles. Makoto helped, between the time he spent charming the local village girl's. The boy wasn't married, as Kazuki was too busy to arrange one. However he was here now, helping Akashi sharpen his Katana. His katana had been given to him by his blood father, just before his death, it was a valuable weapon, having been in the family for generations.
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Postby Cuprum » Tue Dec 15, 2015 8:34 pm

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Jeon Clan (전일족) - Korean Peninsula


“RAISE THE FUCKING LADDER!” screamed Hae Mangnae as another arrow whizzed past his face. ''Tell General Nam to advance toward the fucking walls''

The entire scene around him was chaos. Fires sprouted where pitch arrows had struck wooden barricades. Men were dead and dying, arrows sticking out of them like pincushions. In the distance he saw another ladder raised onto the wall, with men beginning to climb it, intent on quickly reaching the top.

The ladder that Hae Mangnae had been carrying was next to ascend. The butt was planted into the soft ground below, and Hae Mangnae saw a man run forward with a rope. Beside them soldiers held a wooden plank up to shield them all from arrow fire above, dull thuds rang out whenever they did.

“NOW! CLIMB!” Hae Mangnae yelled again, as the first few men began to ascend. Brave men were these, as they instantly began to draw arrows from desperate defenders above them, and now unshielded by the wooden barricades. Hae Mangnae was not far behind either, clutching his shield in one arm and ascending with the other.

The ascent was arduous, and his shield bearing arm was burning with strain by the time he vaulted onto the walls of his childhood home. The knight had barely enough time to shift his shield to his other arm and draw his sword before the first soldier was upon him.
Two quick slashes later and the man was on the ground, dead or dying. Hae Mangnae stepped over his body, already swinging at the next soldier that presented himself. That one went down too, and so did the next, and the one after. Chaos reigned on the walls of Basugui, man fighting man, all thoughts of Kings and Lords forgotten and the only thing that mattered was living through the night.
“AGAIN!” came the call, and again came the siege ram, smashing into the threshold of the inner keep.

The crash filled the night, wood smashing wood. Hae Mangnae heard it loudest, crouched nearby with others, ready to charge into the gap as soon as the doors were opened. The Barbarian forces had seemingly ran out of arrows some time ago, so the besiegers openly gathered around.

He could not remember how long it had been since that pray with his father. An hour? Many? He could guess with some certainty that it was indeed still night. And that meant that their shared ordeal was not over.

“AGAIN! AGAIN! AGAIN!” Crash. Crash. Crash.

Hells. Put some effort into it, Jeon Dong-woon thought to himself, but almost as if in answer the next crash was louder than usual, and the air was suddenly filled with wooden splinters.

WIth a war cry, Jeon Dong-woon launched himself through the gaps, intent to finally end this battle. But for his eagerness, he paid dearly. Dimly he heard the twang of the crossbows across the hall as they fired at the incoming soldiers. The bolt punched through his armor easily and buried itself into his shoulder, knocking him back onto ground the shield that the shoulder heen bearing dropping uselessly.

The pain was excruciating, radiating out from his shoulder in sharp waves. He felt hands grab and drag him back away from the unfolding scene of chaos. Soldiers rushed into the threshold, and the echoing sound of swords clashing rang out.

“Get that damm armor off,” Jeon Dong-woon heard a voice say, followed by desperate tugging at the straps that held it in place.

“Stay with us, man!” it continued, and that was the last thing Jeon Dong-woon heard before the world went black.

Jeon Dong-woon awoke in a white tent, surrounded by men that were dead or dying. Looking around, he saw monks floating from one man to the next, checking to see if there was still life in their bodies.

He attempted to sit up in his cot, but was immediately hit with a terrible pain from his shoulder. Gasping in pain, he remembered the crossbow bolt that had struck him. Gingerly he examined the bandage that covered the wound. No blood. No bolt either. He flexed the muscles that ran along it, and though another spasm of sharp pain rewarded him, he was relieved that it was still working. Could have been much worse.

The situation hit him then. I could have died. In that exact instant. If the bowman had been a better shot, if I had been only inches to the side. It would have been over.

A Monk approached, examining nearby men. Eventually she got to Jeon Dong-woon’s bed, and looked at the clearly alive human with blank, blue eyes. She moved to continue her work, before Daeron spoke up.

“Monk,” he called. “Monk please. Did we win?”

He looked at him again, just as blankly. He doesn't care about me. It’s only the dead that concern him now.

“In the name of Buddha,” he tried again. “The bloody Jeon's. Did we win?”

For a long moment, he only stared at him. Then, finally, he nodded.

''Where are my generals yikes! it hurts.''
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Postby Russian people of america » Wed Dec 16, 2015 6:32 pm

Cuprum wrote:
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Jeon Clan (전일족) - Korean Peninsula


“RAISE THE FUCKING LADDER!” screamed Hae Mangnae as another arrow whizzed past his face. ''Tell General Nam to advance toward the fucking walls''

The entire scene around him was chaos. Fires sprouted where pitch arrows had struck wooden barricades. Men were dead and dying, arrows sticking out of them like pincushions. In the distance he saw another ladder raised onto the wall, with men beginning to climb it, intent on quickly reaching the top.

The ladder that Hae Mangnae had been carrying was next to ascend. The butt was planted into the soft ground below, and Hae Mangnae saw a man run forward with a rope. Beside them soldiers held a wooden plank up to shield them all from arrow fire above, dull thuds rang out whenever they did.

“NOW! CLIMB!” Hae Mangnae yelled again, as the first few men began to ascend. Brave men were these, as they instantly began to draw arrows from desperate defenders above them, and now unshielded by the wooden barricades. Hae Mangnae was not far behind either, clutching his shield in one arm and ascending with the other.

The ascent was arduous, and his shield bearing arm was burning with strain by the time he vaulted onto the walls of his childhood home. The knight had barely enough time to shift his shield to his other arm and draw his sword before the first soldier was upon him.
Two quick slashes later and the man was on the ground, dead or dying. Hae Mangnae stepped over his body, already swinging at the next soldier that presented himself. That one went down too, and so did the next, and the one after. Chaos reigned on the walls of Basugui, man fighting man, all thoughts of Kings and Lords forgotten and the only thing that mattered was living through the night.
“AGAIN!” came the call, and again came the siege ram, smashing into the threshold of the inner keep.

The crash filled the night, wood smashing wood. Hae Mangnae heard it loudest, crouched nearby with others, ready to charge into the gap as soon as the doors were opened. The Barbarian forces had seemingly ran out of arrows some time ago, so the besiegers openly gathered around.

He could not remember how long it had been since that pray with his father. An hour? Many? He could guess with some certainty that it was indeed still night. And that meant that their shared ordeal was not over.

“AGAIN! AGAIN! AGAIN!” Crash. Crash. Crash.

Hells. Put some effort into it, Jeon Dong-woon thought to himself, but almost as if in answer the next crash was louder than usual, and the air was suddenly filled with wooden splinters.

WIth a war cry, Jeon Dong-woon launched himself through the gaps, intent to finally end this battle. But for his eagerness, he paid dearly. Dimly he heard the twang of the crossbows across the hall as they fired at the incoming soldiers. The bolt punched through his armor easily and buried itself into his shoulder, knocking him back onto ground the shield that the shoulder heen bearing dropping uselessly.

The pain was excruciating, radiating out from his shoulder in sharp waves. He felt hands grab and drag him back away from the unfolding scene of chaos. Soldiers rushed into the threshold, and the echoing sound of swords clashing rang out.

“Get that damm armor off,” Jeon Dong-woon heard a voice say, followed by desperate tugging at the straps that held it in place.

“Stay with us, man!” it continued, and that was the last thing Jeon Dong-woon heard before the world went black.

Jeon Dong-woon awoke in a white tent, surrounded by men that were dead or dying. Looking around, he saw monks floating from one man to the next, checking to see if there was still life in their bodies.

He attempted to sit up in his cot, but was immediately hit with a terrible pain from his shoulder. Gasping in pain, he remembered the crossbow bolt that had struck him. Gingerly he examined the bandage that covered the wound. No blood. No bolt either. He flexed the muscles that ran along it, and though another spasm of sharp pain rewarded him, he was relieved that it was still working. Could have been much worse.

The situation hit him then. I could have died. In that exact instant. If the bowman had been a better shot, if I had been only inches to the side. It would have been over.

A Monk approached, examining nearby men. Eventually she got to Jeon Dong-woon’s bed, and looked at the clearly alive human with blank, blue eyes. She moved to continue her work, before Daeron spoke up.

“Monk,” he called. “Monk please. Did we win?”

He looked at him again, just as blankly. He doesn't care about me. It’s only the dead that concern him now.

“In the name of Buddha,” he tried again. “The bloody Jeon's. Did we win?”

For a long moment, he only stared at him. Then, finally, he nodded.

''Where are my generals yikes! it hurts.''

Suddenly then tent's flap could be heard as the General entered the room, avoiding the monk's to whom would most likely request peace and quiet. He scanned the body's, walking towards the men that he had brought to the fight. With each he recorded name's, these men had survived two major battle's, costly battles. Most had survived, luckily. He figured they should be honored for such deed's. They had suffered too many casualties in the battle, more than what it would have been to just wait until the barbarian's surrendered. Either way it hadn't mattered, he had led his forces bravely, and they had fought heroically, striking down many, many foes. Sadly out of the 250 who had arrive only 149 had survived the battle. He himself had suffered a light cut to the rib's, nothing that would stop him from fighting. A bandage was in place under his robe's. He remembered having fought his way into the castle, just ahead of his lord. Sadly he had been hit by an arrow in the process of leading the attack. He noticed the man laying on one of the bed's, walking over carefully he spoke, not giving a bow as he had done before. He had earned the right to stand after being thrust into battle without a second of rest after a long journey. "My lord, i'm glad your alive, we have taken the castle, with terrible casualties. The Surviving barbarian's have been captured, i must speak to you later about them. My lord, we have won, but my men are tired and hungry, not to mention they suffered terrible injury's in the battle to which we had been thrown into, i must ask that they be rewarded in some way. Also, my forces in the north have secured the land to which you asked for, the surviving barbarian leader's have swore their loyalty to the Jeon clan. The rest of my troop's are on their way back, transporting the able bodied warrior's" he finished.
Call me Russian or RPA.

RP Sample's:
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Shinobi RP

Yes, my nation has a funny name. It was originally a puppet.

I'm Declaring this nation dead. From this moment on it will live on as The Frozen Forest. This is for the sake of convenience, as i want to restart with a new, proper name.

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Postby Cuprum » Wed Dec 16, 2015 6:50 pm

Russian people of america wrote:
Cuprum wrote:Kokujin


''You are alive that's a good thing, you'll be the new castellan of this castle. Your duties as Kokujin will be creation of a new army to subjugate the provinces of the West. The North will be ours in a couple of months. Now, the west is calling for us!''

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Postby Deian salazar » Wed Dec 16, 2015 7:16 pm

17th April 1524
Deian stood, clad in armor. Today was the day...The day they would ride to fight the Ashina clan. He was ready to begin his conquests, and stood tall and proud. He surveyed his army that was standing in front of him, at the ready. Some 8,000 men were ready to fight. The Ashina had some 5,000 in their military. Deian had to Delegate his forces in other provinces to his governors and brothers, who were no doubt scheming to rebel when the time was right. But they wouldn't rebel when he was invading the Ashina clan. They viewed the Ashina as an annoyance, so if Deian got rid of them for them it'd be good for them. So Deian's invasion wouldn't end in an internal disaster for him.
He stopped thinking about that for a second and looked at his troops again. They all looked so brave... He was proud that his father's military campaigns had hardened the Yukoshi military. But, before they could march, he needed to meet with someone....
"Someone send a messenger to Kazuki. Tell him to meet me in my war tent." He ordered a soldier.
"Yes sir!"
Deian walked off to his tent....

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