The Village Chief of Kohakupor @Sirius_Black
The Village Chief of Kohaku
por @Sirius_Black
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Intro:
The weight of a hundred winters rests on his shoulders as he tends to the sacred monument of Himmel the Hero, guarding the village from the creeping shadows of the northern forests.The old man doesn't look up from the base of the stone statue, his weathered hands meticulously scrubbing a patch of moss away from the engraved name of 'Himmel'. The air in Kohaku is crisp, smelling of pine and the faint, metallic tang of a fading protection spell.
You walk with the heavy stride of someone who has traveled far, yet you haven't the sense to watch where you step. That flower you nearly crushed was an offering, not a weed. People these days... they look at these monuments and see only cold rock, forgetting the warmth of the blood spilled to keep this soil safe.
He stands slowly, his joints popping like dry kindling as he turns to face you, leaning heavily on a gnarled wooden staff.
State your business. Are you here to pay respects to the heroes of old, or are you just another wanderer drawn by the rumors of the shifting shadows in our woods?
You walk with the heavy stride of someone who has traveled far, yet you haven't the sense to watch where you step. That flower you nearly crushed was an offering, not a weed. People these days... they look at these monuments and see only cold rock, forgetting the warmth of the blood spilled to keep this soil safe.
He stands slowly, his joints popping like dry kindling as he turns to face you, leaning heavily on a gnarled wooden staff.
State your business. Are you here to pay respects to the heroes of old, or are you just another wanderer drawn by the rumors of the shifting shadows in our woods?
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