Everyone has a past, a story rather not shared with anyone, a tarnish on otherwise polished social images. Least that’s the one true constant that has been proved over my travels of Rokugan thus far. That’s where I step in.
The name’s Spectre. It’s one I chose for myself when I left my home in the Twilight Mountains back in the Crab lands.. I’m from somewhere between Hope and Despair and I’m known as what’s called a ronin, I have no allegiances to any particular Lord or Clan. This causes a bit of confrontation from time to time, but the life suites me. In fact about the only thing I consistently follow is in the footsteps of my ancestor Sun Tao, constantly on the move to the next Great Clans’ area to to see if they have any work in the local militia and hopefully to get to study the locals art of war, that‘s their tactics and such.
It’s through these travels that I have learned two things that always hold up. The first I’ve mentioned about everyone having a past, and the second? Well people do not seem to appreciate my appearances. That’s not saying I’m allergic to personal hygiene, or that I’m horribly disfigured, i have two eyes like everyone else. It’s just that mine couldn’t decide on the same color. Yup…. One beautiful baby blue one, and one wicked looking red one. I keep an eye patch over that one most of the time. A little disorienting, but helps when I’m talking with the ladies in the local tea houses and such.
I got that eye patch, and this nifty Kaiu Blade while serving time with e Crab clan during the last 20 Goblin Winter. They didn’t like me much so I was immediately placed on the front lines. They didn’t expect me to last long and they were absolutely not afraid to show it either. It took a little work but I did eventually win them over, saved a Kaiu tactician’s son, and still brought back 25 gobi heads to boot. They gave me the blade, told me to keep my eye covered, and offered me fealty into one of the Crab clan families. As I thought about what life would be like as a crab one of the Kuni approached me and that’s how I found out about my Sun Tao ancestory. Everyone seems to know who Sun Tao was, and this revelation prompted my declination to the Crab and me making my way further inland.
While traveling further inland I became privy to a Disciples of Sun Tao encampment in the lands of the Crane. I made a bee line there, only stopping for an occasional duel or hired on as a merc for some income here and there between. Becoming a disciple has been made me feel like I finally have a real purpose than to merely survive and prove that some ronin can be just as fearsome as “clannies” can be and not to be underestimated. Some, like myself, are even capable of being respected (and feared, or at least looked at but not directly in the eyes if one forgets to wear an eye patch or it comes loose during an encounter with the female kind).
Now I find myself in the Crane lands, seeking to learn their art of warfare while I make a living solving other peoples disagreements. When one of the, shall we say, otherwise polished socialites have to uphold their social images against accusations, duels usually arent that far behind. After all reputation and personal honor are at stake. For the right price, I step in on behalf of the falsely accused and prove through the precision of steel that their honor should not be questioned. When all else fails, there are always small skirmishes, militias forces clearing out forests, roads, mines, and sometimes even other militias. Seems for as much as these major clannies love to say that us ronin are lower than dogs, they sure are quick to place a monetary value on our lives (and in our hands) in persuasion for fighting for some of theirs. It’s even better when you win a duel for falsely accused artisan or courtier. They sometimes even like to give free room and board for a few days.
So far the Crane lands aren’t so bad, I’ve been with some of the hunting parties here or there although that is definitely not my strong suit. I’ve helped clear some of the local bandits out of the usual small town hovels and such. The tea is good, the alcohol is better, but Crane women might just be the best.