Post by anoodle on Mar 24, 2020 7:04:30 GMT
News Spreads Fast
After the events of Windhelm's rise and downfall... news spread out quickly across the ruins of Windhelm's peak, even further into Fire Territory. And specifically to a certain man, standing by the riverside of an unknown town, scarring a thin sheet with black ink to form a smooth beautiful river.
As he read this news it surprised him- to say the least... and not only was it about the back and forth between New Windhelm and Hikarigakure...
But also about the influence of a certain special person's name, which had hurt the inner structure of Old Windhelm's confines.
A grin wide and prideful grin formed on this man's face, as well deserved cigarette was neatly placed between his bottom and upper lip. A cloud of smoke which had made a wide gaseous stream around the beautiful river.
"Attah Boy..."
The fact of the matter was, news had spread much further from this continent which held formidable territories at such a rapid pace. These being the Fire and Wind Countrys' respectively...
"Change and Progress" Is what those who had immigrated from a whole different continent to this continent had yearned for. Aswell as greater opportunities. This doubly applied to a specific group of people...
Unexpected Arrival
At least thirteen ships had arisen on the ocean's endless horizon- spotted by a local village living on the ocean-side.
"T-THIRTEEN SHIPS? Are you saying their are Thirteen of THEM? How's that possible! Any ship here can't possibly cross continents?!"
The people onboard these ships and the ships themselves... seemed to be beyond advanced. The wood and metal craft upon them were ten times better than imagined. Aswell as the culture onboard being so modern- yet so Old-Fashioned. Yukatas with different wild color schemes and patterns, short ones, long ones, even the males had them. A whole other culture had been brought.
There was one thing similar about all of these people. They adorned one out of two clan symbols which were found,
"We are no threat here. We only wish to migrate here in order to understand the culture of this new world and bring our thousands of years of wisdom of cooking to these new lands. I hope these terms are acceptable."
As they continue to immigrate into this world- more rumors spread about where they come from... and who they are. Many speculate that these people come from a world of absolute peace. Where one fights their battles through the art of the spoon and kitchen knife, where blood spill is unnecessary. Others speculate that due to the power which these two clans posses, they are unmatched and keep commoners in check.
Then there is an oddball rumor, one which doesn't involve the clans themselves. But instead- focusing on two specific people. A dark-skinned immigrant, whose dreams and aspirations match that of a certain someone and a being who even matches the great Noodle in terms of cooking talent.
Yet again... these are only rumors...
Or are they?
(Hope you enjoyed
)
After the events of Windhelm's rise and downfall... news spread out quickly across the ruins of Windhelm's peak, even further into Fire Territory. And specifically to a certain man, standing by the riverside of an unknown town, scarring a thin sheet with black ink to form a smooth beautiful river.
As he read this news it surprised him- to say the least... and not only was it about the back and forth between New Windhelm and Hikarigakure...
But also about the influence of a certain special person's name, which had hurt the inner structure of Old Windhelm's confines.
A grin wide and prideful grin formed on this man's face, as well deserved cigarette was neatly placed between his bottom and upper lip. A cloud of smoke which had made a wide gaseous stream around the beautiful river.
"Attah Boy..."
The fact of the matter was, news had spread much further from this continent which held formidable territories at such a rapid pace. These being the Fire and Wind Countrys' respectively...
"Change and Progress" Is what those who had immigrated from a whole different continent to this continent had yearned for. Aswell as greater opportunities. This doubly applied to a specific group of people...
Unexpected Arrival
At least thirteen ships had arisen on the ocean's endless horizon- spotted by a local village living on the ocean-side.
"T-THIRTEEN SHIPS? Are you saying their are Thirteen of THEM? How's that possible! Any ship here can't possibly cross continents?!"
The people onboard these ships and the ships themselves... seemed to be beyond advanced. The wood and metal craft upon them were ten times better than imagined. Aswell as the culture onboard being so modern- yet so Old-Fashioned. Yukatas with different wild color schemes and patterns, short ones, long ones, even the males had them. A whole other culture had been brought.
There was one thing similar about all of these people. They adorned one out of two clan symbols which were found,
"We are no threat here. We only wish to migrate here in order to understand the culture of this new world and bring our thousands of years of wisdom of cooking to these new lands. I hope these terms are acceptable."
As they continue to immigrate into this world- more rumors spread about where they come from... and who they are. Many speculate that these people come from a world of absolute peace. Where one fights their battles through the art of the spoon and kitchen knife, where blood spill is unnecessary. Others speculate that due to the power which these two clans posses, they are unmatched and keep commoners in check.
Then there is an oddball rumor, one which doesn't involve the clans themselves. But instead- focusing on two specific people. A dark-skinned immigrant, whose dreams and aspirations match that of a certain someone and a being who even matches the great Noodle in terms of cooking talent.
Yet again... these are only rumors...
Or are they?
(Hope you enjoyed
)
(besides clout)