The world was turning to Autumn. Bobiro could feel it on the wind. Soon it would be winter, and all things would end.
The Samurai had fallen quiet as a group since the death of Matahachibod. Although never the best warrior, he had been the most jovial among them, and his death had ripped the heart out of the band. Their enemies grew emboldened; the Samurai were not invulnerable after all. The bandits deployed new, more dangerous weapons. For the first time in many days, the Samurai found themselves tested in every battle.
But they all had known the dangers when they came to the village's aid. And in truth, there was no great sorrow in honorable death. So life went on.
And the Six continued to deal death:
Bobiro was in command for the third and surely final time. He had not expected to survive for so long, although he had tried to disguise his doubts from his companions. While he was no stranger to mortal danger, he was cautious in his battles, and deep down he knew that this was because he did not long for death. His shame was secret and great.
And now he was outside the capital of the Bandits of Ethiopia. The strongest bandit force the Samurai had encountered yet. He was the leader. He had to make the first attack. He knew that he had a one-in-five chance of dying, but, well, nobody lives forever. Banzai!
Bobiro was left half-dead from the combat, but fortune had been kind to him regardless and he survived to lead further engagements.
More combat, and the camp fell:
Meanwhile, while most of the Samurai were encamped up north, Ito (deadliest of the surviving six) waged a personal campaign of vengeance against the Dutch:
Not that the other Samurai lacked for Glory:
Eventually Bobiro's seven turns concluded, and he prepared to surrender his command for what was very likely to be the final time. The Samurai stood serene, triumphant among the desolate carnage:
Yet his mind was unsettled. The bandits were crumbling, victory seemed close at hand- yet the Peaceful Villagers no longer seemed to be quite so peaceable and they still lacked for skill in even rudimentary peasant tasks. The Samurai had intended to train them to defend themselves, true. But the Village appeared to deliberately avoid defending the lone camp of their erstwhile benefactors:
Hmmm.
FIGHT WITH HONOR!
The Samurai had fallen quiet as a group since the death of Matahachibod. Although never the best warrior, he had been the most jovial among them, and his death had ripped the heart out of the band. Their enemies grew emboldened; the Samurai were not invulnerable after all. The bandits deployed new, more dangerous weapons. For the first time in many days, the Samurai found themselves tested in every battle.
But they all had known the dangers when they came to the village's aid. And in truth, there was no great sorrow in honorable death. So life went on.
And the Six continued to deal death:
Bobiro was in command for the third and surely final time. He had not expected to survive for so long, although he had tried to disguise his doubts from his companions. While he was no stranger to mortal danger, he was cautious in his battles, and deep down he knew that this was because he did not long for death. His shame was secret and great.
And now he was outside the capital of the Bandits of Ethiopia. The strongest bandit force the Samurai had encountered yet. He was the leader. He had to make the first attack. He knew that he had a one-in-five chance of dying, but, well, nobody lives forever. Banzai!
Bobiro was left half-dead from the combat, but fortune had been kind to him regardless and he survived to lead further engagements.
More combat, and the camp fell:
Meanwhile, while most of the Samurai were encamped up north, Ito (deadliest of the surviving six) waged a personal campaign of vengeance against the Dutch:
Not that the other Samurai lacked for Glory:
Eventually Bobiro's seven turns concluded, and he prepared to surrender his command for what was very likely to be the final time. The Samurai stood serene, triumphant among the desolate carnage:
Yet his mind was unsettled. The bandits were crumbling, victory seemed close at hand- yet the Peaceful Villagers no longer seemed to be quite so peaceable and they still lacked for skill in even rudimentary peasant tasks. The Samurai had intended to train them to defend themselves, true. But the Village appeared to deliberately avoid defending the lone camp of their erstwhile benefactors:
Hmmm.
FIGHT WITH HONOR!