Realistic or Modern The Divine Wind

[Enolx]

Here is a short teaser. Hope you enjoy


Fuji sat on the bow of the ship as the storm raged, rain battered the deck, and the waves constantly crashed into their vessel. As the boat bounced in the water he sat with his sword in his lap, staring out at the water. Although the sea raged and the sky was a cacophony of wind and thunder Fuji had a smile touch his face. In the presence of this unrestricted and overwhelming natural power he felt so small, so insignificant, so powerless. It was only in times like this that Fuji actually felt....human.


For as long as he could remember he had been crafted to be the successor of his clan. Honor, loyalty, bravery, wisdom, knowledge, and strength. These are the principles his life was built upon. His clan has a saying "One man, one choice, one path." The meaning of this is engraved in every member of the clan. Every man will have a choice to make in his life that will lead him to his final path. As he looked out at the sea his eyes remained focused on the overwhelming amount of ships that blanketed the horizon. As his gazed stayed transfixed on the scene in front of him he began to wonder if his choice was the right one. The emperor had called on him and he had answered. As he had been raised, he excepted his call to duty, and that had lead him to this situation. A single ship with a small group of passengers was to take down as many of the enemy fleet as possible. They would fight till they were dead. This was their mission. This was the path his choice lead him down.


Fuji closed his eyes and calmed his mind, remaining still for a long moment. He drew his sword and opened his eyes to look at the blade. Water ran down the sides of the blade cleanly cutting the water that touched it. Fuji sheathed his sword and stood. The enemy ships were getting close, and so was the typhoon that shared the landscape. Fuji was joined by the others on the ship. They did not spend much time with each other, but these were the men who would fight with him. These were possibly the last people he would share the battlefield with.


Fuji found himself smiling again. This was the path that he had chosen. He was fine with this outcome. There was no greater honor than to lay down his life in service of country and lord. As he looked at the approaching ships with resolution in his eyes. " One man, one choice, one path," Fuji said to himself as he ran towards the edge of the boat and leap off the side toward an enemy vessel.


Story Overview


The Divine Wind is about an elite group of samurai who are brought together by the emperor to defend the country against a foreign threat. These warriors were called from all over the country because of their talent and combat abilities. They were given special weapons crafted by the greatest smith of the age, and soon they were thrown into a suicide mission where they must defeat a large force that comes from the sea, while surviving nature in the process.


If you would like to be apart of the story


If you would like to be apart of this story there is a few things. This story will be advanced so make sure your up to that task. The others I am with have requested four to five paragraphs minimum per post.If you want to join make sure that you are decently active, we are trying to make this story last a while. I would also like to keep the amount of people in the story low to try to help with the longevity of the story. Please provide a writing sample so that I can see how you write, and how you stack up against others who may want to join.( I am a sucker for a good character so if you want to create a character here to go along with your sample it can only help.) I think that is everything. If there is more I will add it.


Extra information





This story is designed to be long. The overview above only covers the first part of the story which is the history/ creation of the the group known as the Divine Wind. So far I have three total parts to the story.There may be some slight fantasy elements(I have not decided yet if I want them), but remember that the story will be close to real life. Although it is based on Japan and its history the country is not Japan. I don't want to put constraints on the actual world until I have to. Once your in I will fill you in on everything with the story and you can help with the design of it. I believe that's all. If you want to know something just give me a message. As a bonus, here is a link to the history that inspired this story, if you want to read it.


Kamikaze – The Divine Winds that Saved Japan

 

[yoikes]

Interested

 

[Soviet Panda]

Hello again. Interested.

 

[Enolx]

Be sure to read the section on what to do if your interested.

 

[yoikes]

What should i write tho.


I'll write tomorrow

 

[Soviet Panda]

Ill do it when I can.

 

[Soviet Panda]

Alright. I have another class in thirty minutes, then a test at six. So plenty of time to get a sample. I'm going to use the setting you provided in the first post, but all the things aren't going to be actually in it, probably.


Mat sat on the boat, naginata leaning against his shoulder, and nodachi katana across his lap. He was not from this country. It was obvious by his skin tone, how his face looked, and of course his name. What he had now, he had to fight tooth and nail for. They do not like foreigners, though he was raised in this country since before he could remember, becoming samurais. It simply did not happen, usually. He, along with several predessesors, were the exceptions. He became a samurai, though he was not a native of this land. And he served with honor and loyalty to his daimyo. But now, the shogun has called his daimyo, and his daimyo has called him, to fight. This is what he has trained for, what he has bled for, for years on end. Though this may be a futile fight, it would be enough time for the rest to rally, and provide a united front instead of the shattered realms it was currently.


As they neared the enemy armada, he rose. His armor glistening wettly, the standard of his daimyo hanging heavily off of the pole on his back, he advanced towards the front of the boat, and stood alongside a man with a bow. He had heard about the man. Fuji was his name. And from the looks of him, an excellent warrior. Not that it would help in this fight. All that meant was that there would be one less enemy his commrades would have to face on the beach or in some other fight. But it was still a good feeling to have a man like him fight next to Mat. But that would not last long, for as soon as he could, Fuji lept to the enemy ship and disappeared.


Mat waited a bit longer before jumping ok another ship, his armor weighing him down. Here, his naginata flashed like the lightning, blade whirling around him like a leaf caught in a storm. Man after man faced him, and again and again they fell. But one man was Mat's downfall. His naginata stuck in the man's armor, and unable to pull it out, left it to continue fighting with his nodachi katana. Though his swings were now considerably slower, the weight of the blade was still able to penetrate through the armor af many foes.


But again, his weapon got stuck. This is when he fell. Spearmen appeared, several out of seemingly nowhere, and thrusted their weapons at him in unison. He twisted around one, and swatted away another, but there was simply to many. And with sickening ease, they went through his armor, and into him. With two in the stomach, another puncturing his lung, he was destined to die. But he did one last thing before going. With a grim smile, he spat the blood pooling in his mouth, mixed with saliva and mucus, at one of his killers. The last insult he would ever give, before a sword blade appeared from the corner of his eye, and then all went black.

 

[Yanipurr]

I'm interested in this. Well here goes my sample thing.


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Naoik sighed as he sat on the deck of the ship and as usual since nothing was happening Naoik had his eyes shut, he dislike being disturbed when he was alone no matter who does it, however in reality he wasn't alone he was on a ship with fellow solders all preparing for the fight ahead. Naoik however wasn't as usual he was just sat there no movement coming from him only a quiet sound could be heard as the air exited his nostrils. Its strange really most would expect a samurai to be uptight and sitting properly but Naoik just wasn't that type of person he always sat the same way much like a western would sat on the floor with his legs crossed, his elbow resting on them, his hand curled in a fist and his head resting on the said fist, no matter who he was talking with his sitting was always the same.


It was funny really, Naoik was never one to think back on his life however something about this battle made him, maybe it was because it was a few men going against an army, maybe it was simply because it was a death sentence no matter what people said. Still whatever the reason Naoik began thinking on his life and the main thing that stood out was that he should have never been allowed to be a samurai fact his Naoik was born with a handicap...the fact that he is completely deaf. Normally a samurai would have to be in a sense perfected they were meant to be something for people to look up to but yet at the same time fear, the only reason Naoik became a samurai was that he defeated (Killed) one of the shogun guards in a fair duel at the young age of 10 after the guard assaulted his mother.While most would expect Naoik to have been killed for the act by the Shogun, however that was not the worse of it the fact that Naoik would not respond to anything the Shogun said he was an inch off dead he could tell as the blade of the rest of the shogun's guards came out. Simply pointing to a ear a few words exited his mouth, hard to understand words due to him barely being able to speak since he can't hear others pronounce the words, the words were "n-o wor-k" With a swipe of his arms the shogun seemed to call off his man and instead of killing the boy sent him to be trained by the local daimyo and his forces. Naoik later found out that the guard he killed not only was classed as the strongest among the shogun but also assaulted women in nearly every village he went to.


Naoik was brought out of being lost in his memories once the ship tilted a little knocking Naoik off his seat a little. Regain his balance he opened his eye's and noticed that fellow members of the crew, the people who were going to be fighting alongside him was on the move, looking around he noticed that one of the enemy ships nearby Naoik own, hence why the crew was on the move. He guessed they would have been shouting for Naoki and the rest but since Naoki can't hear and can only lip read its impossible for him to tell when he has his eyes shut. Standing up Naoik picked up his Katana, unlike most his katana was two and a half Shaku rather than the normal two Shaku he found that the extra half a shaku had helped him out more than once.


Slowly walking towards the bow of the boat Naoik a small smile covered Naoik face, finally a fight for the past twenty years this is all Naoik was good for and still all he is good for, fighting killing murdering whatever he was ordered to do he would do to him this was nothing but another job...however this job would most likely be his last for this would be his death place unless some miracle happens. Naoik began to sprint and upon reaching the bow of the boat he jumped toward an enemy vessel, jumping diagonally in order to get as far the the back of the boar as possible. Now all that was left to do was land...

 

[Soviet Panda]

Out of curiosity, who else is in this?

 

[Enolx]

Me, Nexmaroc, and Grimwolf

 

[Soviet Panda]

Ah, I remember Nex, that traitorous bastard.That's a reference to The Queen's Guard, by the way, not an insult. But I don't recall ever meeting a Grimwolf. I can't wait to meet them, if I'm good that is.

 

[Enolx]

Not sure if your good yet I need to get the input of those guys and allow time for any others who may want to join.

 

[CrimsonEclipse]

I am interested as well. I would provide my writing sample sometime tomorrow or the day after that.

 

[Soviet Panda]

Ok. I shall wait. I'm a patient man.

 

[yoikes]

Finally got some time to write!


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Makoto counted the number of arrows she had in her ebira over and over again. Twenty, only twenty. More and they won't fit in her quiver. Twenty arrows, that means twenty people to kill with the arrow. Retrieving the arrow in this sea battle would be impossible. Most of her arrows would hit an enemy in another ship, or strayed away and hit the waves instead. Then her yumi will be useless by then. Well, unless Makoto could retrieve some of the enemies stray arrow's and use it against them. Makoto doubted these foreign savages would even bring a group of archer with them. But maybe, just maybe.


"Enemy!" One of her comrades shouted, and pointed at the vessels ahead of them. Makoto wore her kake, her shooting glove, strapping it to her left hand. She nervously looked around, visibly uncomfortable with the incoming typhoon. It will be messy, the ship will shake and move a lot, the waves could swallow her arrow mid air, and will certainly make her harder to aim and to stand steadily. Makoto slapped her cheek hard, hoping that the pain will distract her from her negative thoughts. Her father always told her not to think of bad things like this before and during a battle, or she will invite bad luck and... death.


As the ships are closing to each other, Makoto's could hear shouts of a foreign language. She saw men wearing steel helmet, carrying axe to mace to spear. She did not see a quiver or a bow, how disappointing. After she ran out of arrow, Makoto could only rely on her tachi. Hopefully, her swordsmanship is more than enough for her to survive this battle. She took out an arrow, her only kaburaya, whistling arrow, and grabbed her bow's grip tighter, glancing left and right to see what her comrades are doing. Most of them didn't move a lot, but she know what will they do when they enemy ship is close enough. Makoto took a deep breath as she sets her feet apart, placing it on the wet deck. She straightening her back and raised her bow, she drew the string with her right hand.


Makoto placed her arrow in level with her mouth and lifted her bow, targeting the gloomy dark clouds above her head. Then, she released it. The arrow emitted the sound of whistling. Loud enough to be heard by at least the people on her ship, and hopefully the Gods heard it too. Makoto prayed inside her heart, hoping that the Gods will come to lend their support and to give them protection. The ships are getting closer, one of them are heading toward them. Her comrades positioned themselves.


Makoto took out another arrow, this time it's a lethal one.

 

[Grimwulf]

Any other takers?

 

[Enolx]

If you are still interested Crimson, please submit your writing sample.


I will try to get the ball rolling sometime this week. Most likely Wednesday. I will message you if you are accepted. I look forward to writing with you.

 

[CrimsonEclipse]

Okay, sorry for the delays. I just finished my exams, so things were pretty hectic. I shall have my writing sample tomorrow.

 

[Soviet Panda]

So... Status report on the rp?

 

[Enolx]

setting it up today.