Once upon a time there was an Oracle. An Oracle named Fuu who once gave the Lord Kazekage of the time some advice. Keep artifacts of great power off the board, not because it would hurt the common man, but to keep such things away from the Deviants. Block by block, little by little, did certain of items of power in Wind Country were dying down. All what was left of them were the legends of old. Destruction awaited these items of power. Some said it was Sungakure trying to consolidate power, others said it was a fight of technology against sorcery, and some claimed that it an attempt to silence another Cabal from being born. The Cabal were a group of adventurers who turned terrorist against Sungakure. There were reasons for that for good and for ill. What made the Cabal so dangerous was that they had access to artifacts which had given them their power.
Perhaps it was a futile efforts, or perhaps one without end but the Steward of Sungakure had made it a personal quest of his to shut down these objects of power. When the Steward set off to do this line of work most of the time he had done this work by himself. Today was different as he took with him someone who he trusted. The Lord Steward had enlisted the aid of the heir of the Toraono clan. He considered the heir to be able to keep secrets and something close to the chest. While the brother to the Toraono heir could have been considered more capable, Sousuke had a fear that the brother would turn on him in the face of having the chance to wield an object of power. It would not be the first time or the last time that Tama would betray Sousuke’s trust. It happened far more times than the Steward would like to admit, but he still found it in himself to forgive Tama each and every time.
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A small travel caravan could be seen along the path. The caravan travelled seemingly unprotected. The merchants seemed to not have a care in the world as they travelled. The caravan travelled on and on. There were six members within the caravan. Four merchants but the other two were of a different fit. Upon closer investigation the caravan seemed more protected, as two of the travelers with the caravan were armed and not of the merchant profession. They were in fact shinobi of Sungakure. One of them were the Steward and the other was Michino, and both were undercover. “We’ll be there soon. A few more hours travel, and then we’ll be at the outpost. Then we’ll be a day or two travel if we want to not draw attention to ourselves.” Sousuke spoke lowly to Michino. He paused for a moment. “Your brother wouldn’t have the mind for that part. His methods are a little too flashy, and draw attention. Something I would prefer not to do.”
Perhaps it was a futile efforts, or perhaps one without end but the Steward of Sungakure had made it a personal quest of his to shut down these objects of power. When the Steward set off to do this line of work most of the time he had done this work by himself. Today was different as he took with him someone who he trusted. The Lord Steward had enlisted the aid of the heir of the Toraono clan. He considered the heir to be able to keep secrets and something close to the chest. While the brother to the Toraono heir could have been considered more capable, Sousuke had a fear that the brother would turn on him in the face of having the chance to wield an object of power. It would not be the first time or the last time that Tama would betray Sousuke’s trust. It happened far more times than the Steward would like to admit, but he still found it in himself to forgive Tama each and every time.
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A small travel caravan could be seen along the path. The caravan travelled seemingly unprotected. The merchants seemed to not have a care in the world as they travelled. The caravan travelled on and on. There were six members within the caravan. Four merchants but the other two were of a different fit. Upon closer investigation the caravan seemed more protected, as two of the travelers with the caravan were armed and not of the merchant profession. They were in fact shinobi of Sungakure. One of them were the Steward and the other was Michino, and both were undercover. “We’ll be there soon. A few more hours travel, and then we’ll be at the outpost. Then we’ll be a day or two travel if we want to not draw attention to ourselves.” Sousuke spoke lowly to Michino. He paused for a moment. “Your brother wouldn’t have the mind for that part. His methods are a little too flashy, and draw attention. Something I would prefer not to do.”