3. Nakayama- Words of their existance

Nakayama- Words of their existance

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    Nakayam Clan- The History of the Scarred. Part I
    (Co-authored Endsu and Kuraki/Tensu Nakayama)

    “Hide, Struggle, and continue to exist…”

    Damp walls, husky hallways, and lonely beams of light. Cruel and unforgiving, the Nakayama Clan was forced into the depths of a catacomb, hidden beneath Luskan by the prominent church of the city. They were not alone, however, as part of a city clean up act issued by the city council all manor of criminal were to be “disappeared” beneath earth.

    “Sir tuck ye head down and relax.” “HRM!” focused Han’su Nakayama as he struggled with the three men tying his arm to a 3 inch thick rope. He was at the mouth of a forbidden place, the darkness from within eating at his thoughts. The rope secured he was pushed off the edge and fell a short moment before feeling the strain on his arm. One man who was merely observing, armored in fullplate, called down the hole, “You evil bastard will never escape here.” The taunts of the man rained down like arrows as Han’su was lowered. “You’re the last of your pathetic clan be to placed here, lucky you are though… that the royalty for an execution is so high.”

    Han’su quickly understood his fate upon reaching the bottom of the 100 foot decent. He would be living off rodents and sewage, struggling to exist for a long, long time. He would join those of his clan in the northern area of the catacombs closest to the lower point. Directly to the east a section of intelligent and skilled men who had not yet lost their minds resided, training each other in the art form of silent killing. Finally to the south of them was where rest of the lowlifes existed. Rough men who constantly fought amongst themselves producing a death almost every other day.

    End’su Nakayama, the son of Han’su was born into these catacombs a year after his father was lowered inside. He was a strong child with a resemblance to his father but that did not stop the man from beating him. He grew slowly, weakly in this environment as many children had. They had become accustomed to the darkness but they could never view the world with normal sanity. For them life was pain, confusion, and hunger.

    At about the age of 10 End’su noticed a halfing boy (who was about his size) in the catacombs.

    “Hrm..” End muttered weakly, staring at him. The boy who was clothed in black peered back and chuckled; what are you doing in this section? You know assassin’s kill those that enter on sight, just for practice.” The boy turned his back on End and clutched his forehead. “I’m Kuraki Nakayama…” End immediately ran towards the boy and spun him by his shoulder. Perspiration was coating his neck. “ You Nakayama. .How? Why you not with clan?” The boy smirked and looked up, “Because I was merely adopted into your clan’s temple 14 years ago, I don’t hold your blood. When the surface men began their political and physical attack on your clan one of the first ruling’s was all those considered as servants and guests would be taken here first.”

    Suddenly from the direction of the Nakayama clan, a large explosion ruptured the ceiling area. The shockwave felt throughout the entire catacomb system.

    “You feel it?” Kuraki whispers drawing a dagger from his back. End nodded. The two broke out in a sprint towards the clan, unaware nearly everyone inhabiting had decided to do the same thing.

    “Huh!?” Kuraki felt someone grab his face and his legs flung out forward, dropping him onto his back; taking his wind away. End slid to a stop and glanced back.

    A tall muscular man looked over his shoulder and cracked a grin, holding a longsword in his free hand. He stood up and turned towards the boy. “I’m just following orders kid…” his words trailed off and he pointed the sword down at Kuraki. “By order of the holy church of, huh?” The man quickly spun around and grabbed End by the collar of his robe, lifting him to his eye level. “So you wish to die first… so be it,” he smirked.

    End’su cluched the man’s wrist with all his strength trying to squeeze it but nothing. He felt powerless. The man chuckled and opened his eyes wider “You will be a wonderful sacrifice to Tyr!” “No!” End’su shouted and swung his legs up at the man making several close hits to his face; but all of which were easily maneuvered away from. The man then lifted and smashing his skull on the ceiling.

    “I repeat… By the order of the holy church of Tyr, I sacrifice your soul to him!” The man’s eyes closed. Uncomfortable heat began to surround End and he struggled once more to break free from the grip. His head shot back sharply. “ARRHHH!”

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    The History of the Scarred. Part II (Final)
    (Co-Authored End'su and Kuraki)

    The man’s attack on End’su happened in moments but the results were horrible. The man a high level cleric in the service of Tyr had begun casting a soul banishment upon End’su. At the very last moment Kuraki thrusted inward his short sword and dagger, severing the man’s back leg tendons. He collapsed to the ground and was met with a final blade through the throat.

    End’s entire body was scorched with black scars that at the time were filling the small tunnel with dense smoke. Kuraki did his best to bandage his newfound ally and they staggered their way to the main chamber.

    “Hm…” End peaked an eye open and began to focus his surroundings. “What happened.” “SHH!” Kuraki shaded his hand over End’s mouth and they both took in the scene silently. “Well it looks like we have a way out in any case…” Kuraki whispered and they began to stagger over the near hundred bodies that littered the floor of the chamber.

    It could be discerned that the Nakayama clan had been slaughtered along with the men to the east and south. Spread throughout the bodies were a handful of men that were covered in full metal armor. Their corpses despite the situation seemed to penetrate the darkness with a glow.

    Kuraki and End’su Climbed up the smashed embank into the night streets of Luskan.

    Two years flowed by and the two grew in strength remarkably; but the scars End suffered remained fresh. They had learned from talk inside taverns and such that the Nakayama Clan was a highly respected and feared criminal organization that had nearly suffocated trade to the city. -Until an order of clerics had moved into the area. Word was they were a highly unusual order composed of clerics from dozen’s of different faiths. And they had one purpose: to demonstrate their strength. Clerics being some of the most powerful beings next to the gods themselves, naturally enjoyed exercising their power for whatever excuse they could come up with.

    -And so, the two began their ungodly crusade. To kill all of clerical faith and erase their existence.

    Times were rough and unforgiving but in the span of the next four years they managed to slay over 30 clerics of different faiths. It was never simple but their tactics were instinctive and their teamwork was unheard of. Each cleric slain they could feel some force from above bearing down on them, but they didn’t care.

    Finally when End’su was about 18 and Kuraki 21, they heard rumor of many clerical powers existing in the area’s of Norwick and Peltarch. They understood full well they would have to get close to these people before they would be able to strike. Kuraki and End engaged in relations with several including Khaya, Zanetar, and Cyrus but before their plans could be en-acted… a succession of ill events befell them.

    During a routine meeting in Peltarch for information gathering they ran into a hooded man. He was well set and had quickness in his body. They questioned him and found out he was in fact, Ten’su. The older brother of End.

    “Bastard! Didn’t you die back there with father?” End growled a level of hate filling his eyes. He reached forward and grabbed Ten by his collar. Ten’su Focused and the chuckled dryly grabbing End’s wrist and crushing it. With one practiced toss, the cleric killer bounced like a puppet and smashed into a steel lamppost. Kuraki drew his two weapons and stared him down in a crouched pose. “Did you see my body End?” Ten’su smirked and cracked his knuckles.

    In one practiced spin Kuraki drew his short bow out of view and spun, letting an arrow soar. It was his famous surprise attack that always killed with a rupture of the brain, however, Ten’su remained calm and focused. With lightning quickness the strong man ducked and the arrow skimmed his skull removing his hood. Ten was bald! And covered with hideous scars like End… even on his face.

    “Alright that’s enough … I’m not here to fight.”

    End’su pulled himself to his feet and he listened with distraction to his older brother. He discovered that Ten had been living in the same manner he was but with an even higher degree of focus towards the martial training taught in the catacombs. He had also received two more years of it from father. Ten also had a very large score board of cleric kills to his name which he flaunted.

    _Their meeting decided that they would all operate in the area of Peltarch and Norwick assassinating. If any of them were to suffer ill fate they would seek each other out. Things went as planned for a few weeks… and an incident occurred.

    Kuraki was recovering from a brush with death by slaying goblin, End alongside, when he was slashed in the back and collapsed. End’su fighting a loosing battle with over five had to break into a sprint and left his ally. Upon returning to recover Kuraki, he was dazed and confused… how could this person he had lived with his whole life be dead?

    End carried the body to the south gate of Norwick but when was offered aid by a few clerics he shot back at them, his mind becoming consumed with anger. His twisted reality painted a picture of Kuraki being slain by clerics…

    Left with nothing but ambition, The un-armored man walked calmly through norwick and into the Nars. Perhaps he would seek out his brother._

    End’su Nakayama- Height 5’9” , age 19, Weight 175 pounds. Eyes- Black. Hair- Silk black ponytail. Body- Covered with hideous black scarring. Mannerisms- Calm

    Stats:
    Str 16(he’s battle trained),
    Dex 14(he’s got sharp reactions),
    Con 14(He’s got a tough skin),
    Wis16 (He’s damn focused),
    Int8 (He never learned to read properly and has difficulty in speech),
    Chr8 (He’s not a pretty boy)