Only the strong would walk amongst the common with their head raised, but it is the humble who shall takes the dollar that dropped on to the cobbled floor. --- Whitewolf

In the night the street were empty, as if the bitter cold wind that rushed through the alleys seems to swept all the living away. The distant light that illuminate the area flickers, dances an alluring sinister chapter of a maleviolent Noh play. What of the living stirred were the rats that scuttled along the drains and bats across the starless night. From a distant two awesome statue stand guard outside a house, dressed in steel helm, lacquered banded armour and hardened leather shoulder plates. Only their eyes could one see the only sign of life, Retainers of Konjanoji, warrior of unparallel loyalty, a harbinger of war and a symbol of Honor.

A shadow slitters through the alley, its form appearing in silent and depart as mist in sunlight. In howling war cries a band of men rushed from the alleys, wore a parade of mismatched armor armed with long slim killing blades and some bear long fearsome spears. The guards do not flinched in fear nor do they draw their weapons. Their towering figure seems to warned those that approach that death would be dealt swiftly and without mercy. The harmony of the streets was shattered with the sound of steel against steel when the guards drew forward their blades. There they decend upon their foes with the ferocity of a madden beast, their eyes gleamed with the anxiety of a madman, their blows send bones and flesh flying across the streets.

The shadow moves again, the well trained retainer knew too well to forget this well trained adversary. He spin around and his blade hissed across the air. The blade was blocked by a slim straight blade, before he could react, a well hidden Tanto slits his belly below his armour and the dance of death begins...

Welcome again traveller and wanderers into the far east.