Meiyoarushijin [CSF] WIP
Jul 23, 2012 4:13:04 GMT -8
Post by Naitome on Jul 23, 2012 4:13:04 GMT -8
Meiyoarushijin
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[/font][/sup][/size][/left]“Men have forgotten this truth," said the fox. "But you must not forget it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed."
[/i], gifted with the savagery of the wild and a cunning that his been their most valuable attribute since time immemorial. They are a family, and a brotherhood. Their legend is a tale of gods and catastrophes. [/font]
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It begins with a story, as all things do, and ends with many stories, as all things should. In the Zetsumyōnamori Wilds, a place altogether separate from the world of men, where a vast forest spreads out into black-bark tree's and caverns dug themselves into the grass floor with light and heat. Before they took the forms of the fox, the very essence of the family that would come to be known as the Meiyoarushijin were only voices in the wind, riddles that echoed through mile high flowers and tested the wit of the sky itself. They were revered as ghosts to the chattering lesser intelligences that first stumbled onto the land, and it was well-known that once one heard the sasayaki no torikkusutā (literally "whispers of the trickster"), their fate was already sealed.
But these disembodied voices were not without ambition. They were born of the great beast Kotoba, who'd hidden within the encompassing forests for decades, building in power, but terribly alone and some believed cursed to walk the endless dimensional planes without any hope of fulfilling his most basic biological need; the need to mate. Though who could mate with one such as he; a being whose power rivaled the petty human things filling that other world with scrambling territories battling endlessly to control plots of dirt? His searching had been met only with disappointment, and as he hid from those he deemed unworthy even to witness his power, his desire to cause mischief grew, and he caused trouble.
In pursuit of his passions, he began to seek thrill and excitement in any capacity. He stalked the world of men as little more than a vague mental impression, twisting inane human politic as he saw fit, revered as the 'voice' of several gods and demons, pitting factions against each other in wars that lasted thousands of years as churches were erected in honor and praise, altars were constructed, villages were exalted or destroyed utterly for blessings he only pretended to bestow. He incited hatred, and love. Patriotism and punishment; the sounds of his calling became omens of every great period of darkness ever known, but to Kotoba, it was all merely a game. In his great wisdom, he could not understand that the small fragile creatures he toyed with had just as much right to live without the influence of deception as he.
The other great Summons in their hidden lands saw this, and they were outraged. Without a true physical form...as a beast composed purely of whispers and raw power, Kotoba could not be touched, and was not subject to the animal law which governed their corporeal horde. It was at this realization, that a decree known as the Order of Shaping was given, and the lord of all tricksters fell into his first and final trap.
The forced form upon his essence. His cunning and his intelligence, his ruthless predatory instinct and his swiftness, his grace and the fear he could instill with a calm twitching of the eyes, they made these things more than whispers, more than the fading sounds of instinct and the hunger to follow such instinct to the next meal.
They made him a fox. And his roar was terrible. And the world shook to hear his anger, and trembled.
For years, he could only get used to his new shape, and as he called to his 'family' for help, the collection of other whispers which bled off of him as he moved through the worlds, they too took on his shape and became real. But where their foolish antics should have come to an end, the world found that Kotoba had one small trick left. His spirit, the whispers that coated the wind before he become flesh, had remained. They'd become stories, histories, processions of events that could have been or would have been, somewhere, somehow. They were kept in the only reliable place he had left, his tail. For the tail of a fox is a tale in and of itself, and as he darted across the boundaries of both worlds, the only stories he could leave behind were of hatred and sorrow, only now he was not the only one of his kind. The world became a very dark place indeed.
The Summons who'd assembled before did not know what to do, and even with their understanding of spiritual and physical energy, they did not know how to deal with the menaces they'd created. For the first time in an eternity, they were lost. It seemed like all hope was as well.
It was then, that a man came to see them. He introduced himself as the Sage of The Six Paths. And it seemed he'd dealt with a similar problem recently, and offered a solution.
He discovered that it was Kotoba's tail which held it's power, and as he'd been forced to do when other rampant sources of destructive chakra were birthed into the world, he split the tails of the elder fox, and all his brethren, turning one tail, into nine. The very nature of the stories they could now leave behind had been split as well, and they received what before, they'd never been given. A choice of what to tell.
They became a family then, and the first pact between summons and men had been cemented with no less than the fate of the world in the balance. They became keepers of legend, omens of the heroes their original stories had so foolishly left out.
For a time, the world knew peace.
But the story is not through, and there are other tales left to tell...
Totem!
Those who are granted entry into the realm of the Meiyoarushijin, upon being able to summon a member of the noble family, are forever marked with three thin whisker-like marks on the right side of their face. Those capable of summoning the Sage himself, are granted three additional marks on the left side. [/ul][/ul]
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Restrictions[!]:
- Must have at least 6,000 EXP
- Must have a Chaotic Good, Neutral Good, or Lawful Good character alignment, as this summoning family abhors evil, and views neutrality as a liability within the world they wish to protect.
- Must have permission from Naitome to enter into a contract with the Meiyoarushijin, barring that, Lead Mod/Admin Permission can be given.
- They are known for the difficulty 'taming' them brings with it; no more than 3 shinobi can have a contract with this family at any given time. Furthermore, two shinobi who each possess a contract with this family are incapable of using their respective summons to battle each other, except in the case of a friendly sparring match.
- Sage Summons must be quested for; 'S' Rank Quest Event to acquire Gengo involves somehow making the world a better and more peaceful place, where you will be sent to resolve a conflict he deems worthy of attention. Any display of violence against him is seen as grounds for instant dismissal and banishment from his realm. He cannot simply be fought and overcome, or subdued in any way in order to gain his loyalty.
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