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Village of Harniraia: Home of White Fox
By: Demonreach Date: January 29, 2013, 8:51 pm
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The village had always been hidden, only a lucky few able to
find their way to it. It was hidden by large forest,
coincidentally at the edge of a small town. Not many people
ventured into the forest, and those who traveled deep enough
would always first hear the sound of water. If they followed it,
they would start to see flowers and plants that shouldn't have
been able to grow in the area, and then they usually kept
walking until they saw the stone-made path. It led to what could
be described as a large town, or a small city, but with less
people running about. There's a large water fall, opening into
tiny little fresh-water streams. It was a very green place,
flowers growing all over the place and only a few buildings
creatively made of stone and brick, none of them small. One of
the building had a sign clearly labeled "Inn", the biggest of
the buildings, three stories high and wide enough that it could
fit more than a few people. The other, smaller buildings were by
each other, one was a convenient store, the other was a clothing
store, and the last was a store for weapons and such, but it was
closed down for lack of need. The inside of the inn seemed
wooden, many plants and vines growing off the walls. the walls
covered with wood, along with the floors. Though the stairs were
made of stone. There were only few "Human-like" beings there,
and not one could be called human. (Forgive the roughness of the
description)
But amidst all this was one man who stood out despite the fact
he lived there; despite the fact he trained the young men and
women, and some older folk, the way of the sword and mediation,
amongst a few other things that kept the mind and body young and
fresh. No miracle worker, but White Fox was the best thing to
it. While he wasn't human, as suggested by his blood-red eyes,
he was the most normal amongst these people despite being an
altogether different race entirely, separate from these people
and from everyone else except for a handful and half of those he
was destined to kill or be killed by them. None had seen his
face nor his naked body, save for his arms and the occasional
calf that showed when going through motions of exercises and
hand-to-hand. But the man was always dressed in white with grey
detailing; a strange metal formed over his hands and half of his
forearms, shoulders, knees, and made boots. While these were
removable, it was rare that he did take them off. However,
despite all this, his arms and legs were dark complected though
his face was a few shades paler than the tan that held his body.
Today, however, was different. White Fox was out, walking,
deadpan eyes gazing about as he strode through the all-too
familiar village he had saved so many years ago against the
White Shadow Marked warriors. Such was his curse, to live life
with a hatred for those not Black Shadow Marked. But nothing
suggested this alien man was weak-willed. In fact, people
unconsciously moved out of his when he took these strolls
through the village. A few people even waved towards him and
gave him a warm, welcoming smile. He merely looked at these
people and, with the barest of motions, tilted his head in
acknowledgment.
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Re: Village of Harniraia: Home of White Fox
By: Hayley Date: January 29, 2013, 9:32 pm
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Preferring the peace of the forest over the hustle and bustle of
the town, Chiara ventured into the unknown territory. The mere
presence of the pale woman caused the air around her to grow
frigid and the grass her bare foot came into contact with to
become erect with frost, crunching quietly under her meager
weight. She was a short woman; very thin, yet her body held
curving roads that had yet to be explored by another being. Her
skin was paper white, and, much like her presence, cold. Oh, so
very cold she was. Thinking back, Chiara could never remember a
time when she was warm. Never remember, but she imagined. A time
where she was alive - when she could feel her heart beating
within her chest. She would imagine being held by a polar
opposite; warm arms protecting her from the frigid air that
nipped at her small being. It was then that she assumed was when
she became like this - cold. That the arms had never protected
her like she thought they had, only held her down until she was
trapped in this ice. Many years were spent imagining the warm
arms, and eventually Chiara grew tired of thinking what could
have been and accepted this frigid state. And the ice accepted
her in return - promised her that her life would be easier if
she let it all go. And she did. Many would say the ice became
her, but the reality if it was that she became the ice. Solid.
Cold. The only difference was Chiara didn't melt.
So much time was spent thinking - remembering - that the ice
cold woman hasn't realized that her bare feet now padded against
cement. A single look of wonderment flashed over her sharp
features before vanishing, her analytical dull grey eyes took in
her surroundings as she moved forward aimlessly, in search of
nothing. With one more step forward Chiara paused, a flash of
red against the bland greys of a man having peaked her interest
for a split second. Loosing interest as he passed by, the woman
began to move forward once more, slowly and awkwardly at first
as if the ice of her body had sealed together and was being
reopened as she moved - even small cracks being heard.
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Re: Village of Harniraia: Home of White Fox
By: Demonreach Date: January 29, 2013, 9:59 pm
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(Man... I knew I should've used Demonreach... Bah. Maybe next
time.)
The dead, blood-red eyes watched the surprised woman, taking
everything about her in but didn't halt in his stride, but an
eyebrow cocked upward as he passed by her, noticing how cold the
air around her was. Not a lot phased this creature, but White
Fox was caught of guard when cracks would be heard, as if ice
was breaking. Even a few villagers were startled and gaped
openly at the cold woman. White Fox growled, a livid, menacing
light entering his usual indifferent eyes and spoke, calmly and
sternly, "Must you all stare so openly? Must you prove to this
newcomer we are rude and uncivilized by watching her so closely?
To to be so open? I am ashamed." Though his voice was stern and
calm, it held a cold indifference that moved people into action.
While he didn't have his blades on him, White Fox was just as
deadly without. Looking at the woman, he spoke, "Forgive them.
New isn't something that happens often." The more he spoke, the
more rough his voice sounded, as if it hadn't been used in a
long while and didn't want to be used even now. By now, his eyes
were dead, nothing moved there; even his face betrayed nothing,
despite the fact it was covered up from the nose down.
Clearing his throat, "I, White Fox, welcome you to the village
of Harniraia. Don't cause trouble is all I ask." But the
unspoken threat was clear. As he spoke, the red-eyed man bowed
at the waist formally. "Should you have need of me for anything,
I am at your disposal until I am called upon by my master. If
you have nothing that requires my assistance, I shall retire
back to my dojo. You can find me there." He remained bowed at
the waist, awaiting her answer. His silver hair hanging a few
inches from the ground. On the back of his white robe was a sun,
though it looked like a sun just rising from the horizon.
White Fox was a tall, lean man; no more than 6'4 with hard, lean
muscle that wasn't visible, nor was his exact physique as
loose-fitting clothing surrounded him. His eyes, eyebrows, and
cheek bones were the only things visible. While it was hard to
discern, it could be said the Shadow Marked Warrior was
attractive, despite his cold and indifferent demeanor. When he
moved, it was like a predator, exuding an aura that gave the
impression of being lazy but alert and poised to pounce should
the need arise. Like a coiled spring waiting to be unleashed.
His movements were not wasteful and held a certain grace to them
that added to the mystery of him and added to the rough sort of
handsome that he held. But, White Fox, despite being bowed,
didn't take his eyes off of her, looking through the curtain of
his silver hair. Even then, he had his power ready to be used if
necessary.
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Re: Village of Harniraia: Home of White Fox
By: Hayley Date: January 30, 2013, 8:30 pm
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-Why should you have used Demonreach instead? And I apologize
for the wait of my reply.-
Chiara paid no attention to the gaping villagers. It wasn't the
first time she attracted this kind of attention, and over the
years of being cold she'd grown used to it. It didn't even phase
her as she took another step forward, this one void of any
crackle of her ice. That moment was when a man confronted the
people; chastising them for staring so openly at the cold woman.
The man's words held an undernote of threat, for the people
hastily began moving on to what they were previous, acting as if
Chiara wasn't even there, the woman growing colder and colder.
Her body turned to front the man, her dull eyes peering into his
own bloody red orbs in a narrowed and glaring manner. She wasn't
angry at him, embarrassed for being stared at like a carny, or
thankful for him breaking away the people; she merely studied
him. He was the man who caught her eye seconds ago, and now he
came to aid her with something she didn't even mind. "New? I
am.. new?" She mused to herself, thinking back to her childhood.
But that was the thing. She didn't remember. Her thoughts were
unable to recall a childhood; parents that cared for her,
siblings, any sort of family. It was as if Chiara wasn't born,
but just.. was. The only thing the woman could remember were the
recent years past, no memory delved into the origin of her
existance.
The voice that parted the woman's lips was, ironically, warm.
Smooth and soft as if her body wasn't the cold ice. With her
tender lips parted she drew in a breath, hitting her lungs in
surprise and causing her narrowed eyes to widen, giving her face
a babyish and lively look. Chiara's head tilted to the side mere
degrees, gazing upon the man with her analytical eyes. "I accept
your forgiveness, White Fox.. What an odd name.." Her lips
formed a half smile as pale eye lids closed over her eyes for
momentary peace. "Do you offer your services to just any person
you come across, or just to those that are.. new..?" The words
left her lips with her eyes still closed, and as the question
came to an end her eyelids would raise and this time, instead of
peering into his menacing red eyes, she would examine what she
could of him. Her head nodded mere degrees in response to his
bow, and she remained looking down at him as he straightened up
until he reached his full height where she would look up at him.
This White Fox wasn't much taller than Chiara, her own body
reaching a full height of five feet and eight inches. Unlike his
body, Chiara's was clad in a short pale pink dress that reached
down to her knees, and on her feet were nothing. Her body
appeared to be frail and weak but upon further examination by
another it would be hard and rough; and her skin was cold yet
smooth and soft to the touch. "What would I need your assistance
for? Is this a place of bad people or do you foresee a series of
horrible events in my future?"
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Re: Village of Harniraia: Home of White Fox
By: Demonreach Date: January 30, 2013, 9:21 pm
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Being quite the formalist, White Fox straightened and nodded at
her words. "Yes, a strange name, but a name I am known by and
that name shall remain. If you'll forgive my guardedness, you'll
understand if I am reluctant to give you my Name. A Name holds
power over the one being Named and I don't appreciate being...
controlled." His words were given in a neutral tone that gave
nothing away, which probably spoke more about him than anything
if one were to look into such things. But his tone was so
matter-of-fact and offered no room for argument. But, again, he
nodded at her question about his services. "I give to all who
require it. Whether a beggar or a king, a god or a mortal, prey
or a predator, my services are given." White Fox's eyes stared
at her, taking her in as she looked at him. One would think such
a man was tense all the time, but he held himself loosely, as if
nothing could weigh him down or, as is more likely, he merely...
shifted the weight with each of his movements, never being
encumbered by it.
Exhaling slowly, the man rolled his shoulders in shrug, "You are
new here, yes. New elsewhere? I have no idea nor do I wish to
know. But I would ask only one thing if we part ways in the
event you no longer wish my company: do not start trouble or
measures will be taken. This is your warning, head it well for
it shall be your last. Should someone start something with you,
find me and I shall handle it. Do not take matters into your own
hands or you will be put out of this village. This applies to
all who live and/or pass through here. No excuses either. They
are a waste of my time and yours and it won't help you." He
paused for a moment to let her think about it before continuing,
bowing his head as he spoke, "Forgive me again, fair Lady, for
my harsh conditions, but this village needs to remain under
control lest the White Shadows come upon them in their heathen
ways." He sighed heavily, a small hint of vexation entering that
exhalation but it was too soft to tell completely. But when he
spoke, it was more to himself than to her. "They can't help it
though... No excuses... Bah! Do you think... I'm not paid to
think... You're not paid at all!" His fingers made gestures in
the air, a faint red mist gathering around him before it
dispersed.
He stared at her, holding her eyes, daring her to look away. "I
can show you the inn, if you wish, and will get you some food
and a room. Come by my school and I shall provide more...
suitable clothes." His face almost seemed to screw up in disgust
at how much flesh was revealed by her dress. Not that he didn't
mind it too much.
With all of that, a wandered might think this village is poor
and disorderly, riots and killings going on every night, but
under White Fox, the village seemed peaceful, serene... Magical.
It was alluring to the senses and the mind and the body. Despite
the emotionless warrior that was the only sort of law or
authority within twenty leagues, everything was calm. No
underlying tension or an air of menace or fear, although they
respected the Black Shadow Marked warrior, when he had to
chastise them as a whole, they would fear and not know why.
Laugh it off, they would, but they all knew, on some level, he
would kill them with as much emotion as a cat killed a mouse.
"I'm afraid I didn't catch your name..." He suggested towards
the cold woman with an even deader tone of voice, almost as if
he was offended she had to be reminded. "Look around you and you
see if you need my assistance." His tone changed its deadness
again, almost as if he was rebuking her question, as if mocking
her.
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Re: Village of Harniraia: Home of White Fox
By: Hayley Date: February 3, 2013, 1:48 pm
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Chiara peered at the man with a single raised eyebrow,
questioning him silently about his warnings of her starting
trouble. Why was the peace of this town so important to him? The
question didn't leave the silent confines of her head, never
reaching her lips, yet the urge to speak did blossom. She was
just curious, but his sudden outbreak of backtalk.. to himself..
caused her to become even more curious, and even a tad confused,
about this man. He was a unique oddity that she was sure she
would never come across the rest of her life time - if it would
ever end. "Who are these.. White Shadows that you speak of? Are
they the ones causing trouble in this place?" As Chiara spoke, a
cold finger reached up to trace her pale lips as she mulled over
her various thoughts. "And you," the finger previously tracing
her lips turned to point at White Fox in an accusing manner,
"Why do you do that? It's as if you're talking to another
person, but you are really conversing with yourself, hmm.." Her
petite head tilted to the opposite it was previously tilted,
eyes, instead of gazing intently at the man, were glazed over,
as if looking through him.
Three slow blinks of her eyes allowed her vision to focus back
upon the man's eyes, being greeted by his daring gaze. Her
blonde brows knitted together with confusion and she tore her
gaze away to look down at her white dress, her pale hands
smoothing the fabric down. "And what is wrong with my dress?"
Chiara's voice held a sour note to it as her eyes moved back to
the man with a hint of poison in them. "It isn't bad to be
this.. exposed.. If any thing you should be revealing more
skin." As the accusing words left her cold lips, Chiara stepped
forward towards White Fox with her hands outstretched as if to
move his clothing aside and expose more of his skin, but before
she even touched the fabric of the loose clothing he wore she
withdrew her hands quickly and dropped them down to her sides
with dead-looking grey eyes.
"If you refuse to tell me your real name, than I shall refuse
you the knowledge of mine." A sort of playful challenge entered
her icy voice, her hands running along the bottom of her dress.
"For now you can call me.. Eira." Of course it wasn't her real
name, and she didn't plan on giving him her real name until he
gave her his. At his mock to her, Chiara couldn't help but to
glance around subtly with her eyes. It was then that she noticed
high low the sun was in the sky - it was nearing night fall. It
was her favorite time of the day because of the colder
temperatures, but her pale eyes had the inability to see during
the night, which made her retire to a safe place. "Your
assistance, I do need; a place to stay at through the night,
please.. White Fox.."
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Re: Village of Harniraia: Home of White Fox
By: Demonreach Date: February 11, 2013, 7:25 pm
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He looked at her blankly, not that much emotion showed on his
face anyway, but it did seem blanker than usual. "The White
Shadow Marked are my and my kins mortal enemy. The White Shadow
Marked and the Black Shadow Marked are destined to fight each
other, and die at the hands of one another. While the villagers
won't be able to take on the stronger White Marked, they can
take the lesser White Marked. I can handle the rest. But, I
shall not speak of such things on a nice day. Strangers don't
come here often and I would rather not scare you off." Though he
had a feeling she wasn't easily dissuaded nor scared off. It
almost made him smile. Almost.
While he did ignore her questions about him conversing with
himself --which he certainly did not do-- his eyes did narrow
dangerously a she moved closer towards him, that faint red mist
working its way from his body, though faintly and barely seen.
People started to make some extra room for these two as his
Black Shadow Marked ability was summoned. However, it was not
needed as the woman backed away. An eyebrow rose however at her,
"Need less clothes? Are you mad? We are not family nor are we
lovers." Such an odd view, he realized, as he spoke. But the
armor was his protection and theirs. His skin was slightly
changed due to the red mist, which could block the five senses;
thus, coming into contact with his skin wasn't quite as bad but
it was still dangerous, even though the affects would be
temporary.
"Eira... It sounds better than what your real name would sound,
I'm sure." A joke! From this man! Even a few people looked at
him strangely, those that caught his words. He winced as she
spoke, looking down briefly before meeting her gaze and nodded.
"Then let us be off." He walked a bit past her, looking back as
he waited for her. "There only three places in which one may
acquire rooms and food. This is the main street. Taking a left
about fifty yards down will get you to the first, though I
wouldn't suggest it. The second, you can get by taking a right
instead of a left. However, to reach the third place, keep going
straight and you will see a peach tree, which is rather large
for such a thing, and past that you will see a building,
obviously. That is my school. It serves as my house as well, and
a sanctuary for those who have need of it." He paused, letting
her think about this. With all the patience in the world, he
said, "You do not have to decide now; I will walk with you as
long as you want and/or you decide where you want to stay."
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Re: Village of Harniraia: Home of White Fox
By: Hayley Date: February 24, 2013, 12:58 pm
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Chiara's hand moved to rest delicately on her hip, a nod barely
registering in her facade as she looked upon the man who spoke
about people of the Shadow Marked. The usual representation of
white was good, black being of the worser nature, but she had a
hard time believing, at this time, that White Fox could be bad,
so to speak. Maybe Chiara was wrong, but that was how one would
think in the situation. And it was even more ironic that he was
a Blacked Shadow Marked, yet his name was White Fox. The trivial
thought around a smile on Chiara's face, her chest even moving
in a small chuckle at her train of thought; however, no question
left her pale lips about the matter, so she pressed it no
further and ventured ahead to the topic of their clothing. "We
may be neither, but what is the purpose of covering every inch
of your body? You're isolating yourself; you look like a hoodlum
- someone who does bad things. Is that what you want to come
across to all of the people you say that you protect?"
It was around that time that Chiara's eyes finally picked up the
slight red mist roaming around White Fox's form. At the sight
her eyes would widen ever so slightly, brows furrowing in
confusion. Instead of verbally questioning it, she remained in a
quiet confusion, taking a cautionary step back to avoid it and
it's potential harm to her. Once she felt she was safe from the
wafting vapor, White Fox spoke, making jest about the name she
had given him - or rather making jest about her real name.
Chiara scoffed, allowing her mouth to be ajar in mock offense
before she couldn't hold the facade anymore and found herself
giggling quietly to herself, a pale hand moving to hide her
laughter from the man. Once her fit of giggles passed, Chiara
remained bubbly, happy; her face adopting a smile that reached
her pale gray eyes and seemed to add color to her cold, pale
face. "And I'm sure White Fox sounds better than your real name
too."
The pale woman took in a deep breath to calm herself back into
her icy state before she stepped forwards after the man, nodding
in response to his explanations. His previous description of the
feud between the Shadow Marked now reeling in her mind. What if
they decided to make an appearance this night? Assuming she
would be housed in a regular inn, she would be completely
helpless. She almost came to the conclusion to just spend the
night in the woods, the animals lurking about wouldn't interact
with her at all, but that way she wouldn't be able to see
anything at all, whereas if she were in a building of some sort
she could at least keep a candle going to see some sort of
primitive image. Now, coming to the conclusion that she felt
safer in White Fox's presence than not, Chiara nodded her head
towards him, lips curving up in a partial smile that seemed
almost sheepish. "I would prefer to be taken to your dojo, as
you put it, however if there is a chance that I would be a
bother than feel free to take me to the next best place.."
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Re: Village of Harniraia: Home of White Fox
By: Demonreach Date: February 24, 2013, 1:35 pm
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An eyebrow raised at her words, but he merely shrugged with a
light roll of his shoulders. "Well, if being isolated, as you so
put, means that everyone here remains protected, than yes; I'd
rather come across as a 'hoodlum'." White Fox's tone ended that
line of conversation. It wasn't that he was scared of answering,
or continuing; he just wasn't an open person and his abilities
made him more isolated than him being so fully clothed. Everyone
within the village knew that White Fox was different, but didn't
know the full extent of it; they merely accepted him as he was
as he did protect the village to the best of his abilities. It
also helped that the village itself was isolated from most of
the civilization beyond the forest, though a few merchants and
such did make their way down.
Both eyebrows rose as she started to laugh, a sound that wasn't
too unpleasant to the ears. "Well, it's nice to know someone
agrees with me." Though his tone was light and in accord with
her returned jest at his name, it did ring true. It had been so
long since he had last used his name, he wasn't entirely sure he
even remembered it. But he didn't dare go looking around in his
head, in those memories, for it. His body shuddered lightly, and
not from the cold.
He placed several walls around his mind, making it harder for
his ability to manifest itself around him. The chuckle that
escaped him was dry and empty, and was a rather raspy sound. A
sound that hadn't graced this village in many years. "Oh my,
yes. You might be a bother. But, it would be best if you stayed
with me lest you make trouble and bother others as you are
bothering me. Some of these people aren't as forgiving or
generous as I." The humor in his voice was dry as any desert,
but it was there, twinkling faintly in his demonic red-eyes that
remained impassive throughout the years. "I imagine you are
weary from your walk. If so, I can take you to the dojo. If not,
I shall show you around."
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Re: Village of Harniraia: Home of White Fox
By: Hayley Date: March 24, 2013, 12:06 pm
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Chiara's brows furrowed at White Fox's tone; it was so
demanding, intimidating and... final. To any other person it
would have gotten his point across - to end that part of the
conversation - but Chiara wasn't any other person. She was
herself, which caused her to smile devilishly and tilt her head
to the side mere degrees. "Yes, but why do you feel the need to
protect these people? What did they do to deserve such
protection?" A questioning brow now rose along with her icy
tone, but she left it at that; speaking no more about the
subject and not even expecting a reply back from the odd man
before her. It felt as if the village had enough isolation, it
being well away from any other form of civilization. But it held
qualities that Chiara liked. It wasn't too big or busy, yet it
wasn't so small it was dead. Not to mention the people here were
already used to odd beings, so they wouldn't be curious about
her and question her. It happened many times before... and let's
just say that curiosity killed the cat.
His chuckle was music for a broken doll to dance to. The sound a
decaying crumble that was somehow pleasing to hear. Yet she had
to assume it was unique, special; once in a lifetime. It had
even come to her attention that the people that passed them even
held a look of surprise to the sound, some pausing momentarily
in disbelief before the overwhelming of both Chiara and White
Fox washed over them to leave the two oddities alone lest they
should turn on you and rip your head off. And she wanted too.
What made those people think they could blatantly do things like
that because people are different? For so many years Chiara had
questioned it, but never got an answer.
At his statement of the possibility of her being a troublemaker,
Chiara furrowed both her ice blonde brows, resting her hand on
her hip once more, though this time it wasn't mock anything. "Do
I really seem like a troublemaker, White Fox?" She asked
scornfully. However, over the duration of the next few seconds
the effort to keep that front up became too great and she let it
deteriorate before him. "You don't seem forgiving or generous at
all, but you did stand up for me and you are now allowing me a
room for the night in your dojo. For that I must thank and repay
you." Her spiel was ended with a weary sigh, arm cracking at the
joints like ice as she raised it up to run her thin fingers
through her soft white tresses. "My bones have not been tired
for years. I shall do what you will until it is dark. But I must
be inside your dojo before darkness overcomes this village.."
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