Thread:Dark dwarves 2/@comment-26535281-20160824002734

Long ago, in the land of Xin. Before the first emperor and even before the first dragon king. There lived a warrior by the name of Hoi, Hoiji Shinji. The great wandering swords man of the Shinji family and the sole heir to the family but this is not his story nor is it the story of the 5,000 warriors under his banner or the princess he weds. This is the story of a thief, Hao yatshi.

Hao yatshi's story begins on a more noble note. He was the 5,001st warrior of Hoiji's company. A true band of brothers who fought for the weak and poor, well respected by the shogunate council. As the band of warriors trekked far and wide they grew in popularity and wealth.... Although most gave the money to the poor and villages Hao hoarded his share and swindled the others. One day he went to far, he stole from Hoiji himself. As he was leaving he was caught in the act and his right hand was slashed by a angered Hoiji."Leave you worm! May the scar upon your right hand mark you as cursed, you are no longer a warrior of the Shinji family nor will you be allowed back into your homeland, leave my sight!" Yelled Hoiji.

And with that Hao's hair was cut short and his blade taken (Although his smaller sword he was allowed to keep.) and was thrown out of the company and his home. For many years he wandered the country side looking for a place to belong, during his travels he fought many beast and evil men. He traveled to the great dessert and the frozen waste.

As he gained renown he could only think of the betrayal of Hoiji. After years on the road he wished to return home to show that his evil days where behind him and he wished to rejoin the company. So he set out for Shinji castle but nothing good would come of it....

He arrived on the very outskirts of Shinji territory. The field where fallow and the villages barren. As he continued he took noticed of a few things for example, the markets where in disarray and the banners torn down, finally they saw it. Shinji castle was nothing more then a pile of ash it's samurai guards thrown all around the plazas and it's shrines broken.

As Hao shed tears for his fallen friends and the disgrace upon his clan he came upon it. The body of Hoiji across his armor was painted a large black hand, the Watshi clan. On that day Hao cried out for vengeance. On this day he sworn to cut down every member of the Watshi clan. 