Jæja, þetta er character sem ég hef verið að pæla nokkuð í, og langar hálfpartinn að farað spila. Allaveganna, þetta er lvl 3 character, rogue2/unfettered1 (tekið úr Arcana Unearthed) sem er jú með stattanna: 14, 18, 14, 18, 11, 16. Ss. hæst í dex, int og cha.



Inari is kind of a rogue in his own right. He was trained at a questionable dojo, but never seemed to actually enjoy it. He wouldn’t have had any trouble learning it, if it weren’t for his constant attitude. He always has looked at himself as being better than others, and that some things are simply a waste of his time. He’s a typical Unfettered, when you come to think of it.

As a character, he relies heavily on his charms. He knows himself that he’s quite the silver-tongued devil, and doesn’t hesitate to show that. However, when combat erupts, he fights in a very defensive style.

His appearance are nothing shortcoming of his speech. He has a slim figure, yet bears some visible muscles. He has a very simple yet oriental face, but bears no battle scars. Most people just pass him off as a normal human. Likely from somewhere in the far east.

He wears a masterfully crafted chainmail, but as history has taught him, looking like a threat never serves a man well, so he wears pretty normal clothing over it fashioned out of red and dark-dark blue colours. On his left index finger, he wears a certain ring, portrayed later in this story, and has two small katanas. One on his back, and the other one on his right side (fashioned as many ninjas wore their katana/wakizashi).

He’s a very skillful character, yet he rarely paid attention to the classes he attended, other than the combat ones, which he still shunned. Anyways, enough about that, let’s begin the story.



And so it begins…
As you might have guessed, I'm (obviously) a foreigner… I come from the chosen land, the land from the east (or west… or… ohh well, I was never good with directions)… Rokugan… Where I come from, etiquette and honor rule the land, and a celestial order rules the way things are done. Sounds freaky, ehh? I mean, geez… who'd want to live in such a bizarre world… Hell, I lived there all my life and never ever liked the place… it was too… uptight somehow. They had rules for everything… rules for eating, rules for walking, rules of always bowing before you greet someone, hell even rules about not touching dead bodies or wearing leather… Never figured out that last part. Seriously, leather makes a pretty decent suit of armor… So why not use it as such… pretty dumb-ass concepts in my eyes.

Anyways, so I was raised there and all, under the family of Bayushi. Yeah… I know… the name sounds weird to you as I say it in Rokugani, after all, but it's my family name I s'pose, so I've got to remember it. When I came of age, I was sent to a newly established dojo called the white fang's dojo. Whacky name I know, but then again, it was run by whacky people. There were only like twelve students, three senseis and one old fruit cake that kept jelling at us: “MORE OFFENSIVE! NO!!! MORE DEFENSIVE.” In that dojo they trained us to fight both defensive and offensive, to reach a peak of enlightment.

…or so they said… In real life they were putting us into really light, and UNPROTECTIVE suits of armor… they said that the extra flexibility would let us dodge better… then again, four students died training that year, because of “lack-of-dodging” and “inability-to-re-awaken-after-having-vital-organs-slashed-up-to-goo-by-sharp-swords.” Bloody morons in my eyes… instead of giving us training swords made out of wood that would allow us to sparr as other NORMAL dojos did, they told us to use the actual swords. Told us that it was for the “extra experience.” …EXTRA XP MY ASS! And so, after reading the REAL textbooks that the morons seemed to have somehow misunderstood, I adopted a very defensive fighting style. One of my favored tricks was to just tire out my opponent, as frankly, the guy that dodges, weaves, and parries all the time spends a lot less energy than the other bloke trying to hit him with his heavy strikes.

The dojo also put very much emphasis on always using two katanas, instead of the normal katana/wakizashi… Why, I can't really understand… said something about… lack… thingi… honor… bush-whatchamacallit… ok, obviously I fell asleep a lot during the non-combat classes. Then again, how couldn't I… Our non-combat sensei was a forty-year-old hag, who had such a smooth and low voice… and also the fact that she was blind helped in the process of not being noticed. But I never had any problems learning how to fight with two weapons… specially because I’m naturally ambidextrous, so it just came as second nature to me.

So, there we were. Six students who graduated. Four died, one was called back because of a family emergency, and the last one, a friend of mine, was expelled because after he had read the textbooks with me, he seemed to get a kick out of proving the senseis wrong… Funny chap, in my eyes. But enough of that. Now after we completed our “highly-advanced-training,” the old fart thought we were beyond all the other dojos, and made massive plans for a grand heist. Amazingly, they planned everything out… they got everything right, except, of course, the building plans. I mean GEEZ! They just had to buy the cheaper versions of the maps… You know, the old schematics that they had… the ideas the architect had BEFORE the house was built. So basically we had a rally point at a fountain in the middle of the whole complex. Figures, doesn't it…

All right, so, my task was to nick some fancy ring… yet again, I fell asleep during the briefing… so what… like anyone really cared. All I remembered was that it was in the master's bedroom, and that was the hardest one to sneak into. Luckily for me, I had always had a knack for sneaking, and lying. Using my great skills, I easily sneaked into the whole thing, and got into the master's bedroom. Now the ring was just lying there on the desk, so finding it wasn't as hard as the thick heads had tried telling me it would be. Hell, I even liked the ring. Looked nice and all, so I put it on my left index finger. It was decorated with three beautiful red ruby stones. As I was admiring it, I lost my cool, and a guard entered the room. Remembering the moves from my textbook, I took a leap backwards, and chucked three shurikens at the bugger. Heh, he didn't even have a chance to shout for help. Unluckily for me, he didn't even need to as when I was halfway in the air, I just remembered what had been behind me… a giant gong that clung LOUDLY as I smashed onto it. All right, wasn't my fault that I hit the damn thing. I mean damn, what kind of idiot puts a gong like that in the middle of the floor… Honest mistake I tell you.

Noticing my error, I lept out of the window, landing on soft grass. That was all fine and dandy, except for the fact that it was the training grounds… and the fort's guards were practicing outside… So yeah, big troubles for me. That being said, I did the only thing I could do… RUN! Luckily for me, the damn bastards were in such heavy armor that they had no chance of keeping up with me. That's the only time I'm thankful for the old geezer’s advice of wearing light armor. So, when I arrived back to the dojo (was only like a ten minute hike), I just realized… *SHIT! The other students.* I imagined that they'd be dead by now, or resisting the torture… wait, correct that, trying to resist the torture… The torture-resistant classes were canceled, because of lack of funding… Damn cheapskates…

So, there I was, before all of my sensei's and the elder, trying not to look worried, as I knew that the guards would be arriving any second now… I had even made up my escape route in my mind… I was going to rush to the lavatories, and leap out of the window there. All right, sure, it was on the second floor, but it was a risk I was willing to take, as it led to woods. And for Christ’s sake, I know how to hide damn well. So… there I was, waiting for every opportunity to leap out without being unnoticed. Luck wasn't smiling upon me, as the senseis were still babbling about their GREAT exploits, and the old fart was saying something about the greatness of his dojo… Seemed to me that I wasn't going to miss these people anytime soon. So there it went… The door… broke down… bashed in actual, by guards from the fort. The three senseis seized their weapons, and realized how little sense their training actually meant, when they were in actual danger. The old geezer didn't seem to notice the intruders. Poor old guy was half deaf, anyways.

Anyways, I didn't waste a second, and took to my feet. I headed for the lavatories, and tried to open the windows… but as always, I wasn't really the lucky bugger. The damn windows were jammed, and no way out. After hassling on the windows for a while, I heard footsteps outside the lavatory doors, and I realized that they'd find me soon enough. I was so scared, that I wasn't too far from soiling myself… And that's not a thing I'm proud of saying.

Right now, most of you are thinking how the hell I got away from that, and why I'm not in the oriental anymore, but here. Hell, I've often wondered myself, but I've come to accept the most logical assumption. At that time, I was panicked, and was saying things I shouldn't have been saying. I remember the last thing I did back in Rokugan was close my eyes, and say: “I wish I wasn't here, but far, far away.” For a second everything went numb, and then… I felt a warm breeze. When I opened my eyes, I was standing in the middle of a market. You can imagine the faces on everyone, and my face when I heard these foreign tongues, and saw these bizarre creatures… People that seemed to be normal, but only half their normal size, weird stout little buggers that had beards down to their feet, tall handsome fellows that looked kind of nice, except for the fact that they had pointy ears, and many alike creatures.

Of course, I started running. I was scared at these new surroundings. But after running for a while, I felt a bit hungry and said to myself out loud: “Man, I wished I had a good bowl-full of Ramen.” Then suddenly I saw before me appear a bowl in my hands, with, as it seemed, ramen. I freaked, and dropped the bowl, witnessing how it smashed into a million pieces on the ground, and how the ramen was spilled all around me. It wasn't long till I figured that I had the ability to make my wishes come true. And so, I wished that I could understand these new surroundings of mine, and even fit in. Suddenly knowledge rushed to my head… Those pointy ears had been the ears of elves, those short stout people were dwarves, and those people were… Then I halted for a second, realizing that I was completely fluent in the common, elven, dwarven, halfing and undercommon tongues, and finally understood the people around me. Also, the people weren't staring as much at me.

After getting over that fact, greed quickly took over me, as I wished: “I want all the hot female humans in this world to really REALLY dig me.” When I opened my eyes, I noticed nothing different. So I tested my theory, by walking up to the next chick I saw, and asking her for a quick shag… As surprised as I was, she gave me a really painful slap… Ok, obviously that didn't work… So I figured that maybe I couldn't wish for something that big, so I scrolled through my list of desires, and right next up was “I wish to rule the entire world.” Ok, point, not quite that much smaller than all the chicks digging me, but hey, at least I had an imagination. That didn't either seem to work, as people didn't look any different upon me. So I continued going through my list of desires, but none of them seemed to work… Not even my wish to get a flying carpet. So, I figured something was wrong… then my eyes finally met up with the ring I had stolen… I could clearly notice that all the three red rubies had suddenly disappeared. After doing a bit of research, I learned that it had been a ring of three wishes… Damn it… what kind of idiot makes a ring that ONLY has THREE wishes… geez.

So I took up the road. I signed myself up with a bunch of adventurers, and have been traveling since then. Personally, I happen to quite enjoy these lands… not quite as uptight as my old homeland, but still very interesting. Also, the fact that I don't have to bow to everyone I meet sure as hell is useful… My neck finally gets a break… Anyways, that's my story… I hope you enjoyed it.

-Signed by Bayushi Inari

ps. I'm thinking of changing my name… Into something more traditional ‘round these parts. Something like… red-flaming fox-tails, I-love-U long-time, Pajama-wearing roof-toppler, or perhaps Gregg… I’m not sure about the last one though… seems a bit eccentric, doesn't it?<br><br>Hellicat
<i>…I am the silence before the strike, the whispers before the howling screams…</i