Realm of the Ninja: The Realm ~Needs Players!!~

"Yes, but what if he is hiding right outside our fortress gates?" asked Greymon. "That's what your everyday ninja does."
"IF HE IS, THEN SEND OUT YOUR DARK SAMURAI WARRIORS!! NOW GO, BEFORE I CHANGE MY MIND AND DECIDE TO SEND YOU KNOW WHO TO GIVE YOU SOME, ASSISTANCE."
"Y-y-y-yess M-mm-m-master!" exclaimed greymon. And with that he fled from the chamber, the cold, evil laughter of the voice within the basin fading with the image in the basin and echoing around the walls.
 
Yoshi tracked the blood down the path a ways and could find no other tracks. "He is skilled." Yoshi muttered. He continued on foot at a quick pace seeing if he could catch up. He found only one more instance of blood, and continued. then the path came to a fork and there was no longer any trail. "Curses...." He sat down at the fork thinking what to do next. He started meditating.
 
Yoshi was well in the lower valley hanging upside down from a branch. He wasn't moving at all except for very still breathing. His thoughts drifting as is he were an insect creeping along the forest floor. Then his ears caught a disturbance, in the distance there was a rustling of something heavier than a man... but it was two legs he though for sure. He waited to figure it's direction... it drew near... perhaps it was a fat man... no it was to quick....perhaps a man carrying something heavy. The quick footsteps rang clearer, then they shifted direction towards the path growing farther and farther away.

Yoshi flipped out of the tree and moved to investigate.. he reached the path and saw nothing in either direction. he turned to his left and on a dogwood the leaves had been tainted on blood! He scrambled up the nearest tree and tried to catch vision of who this man was and what exactly was going on.

(I must say keeping track of points and stuff like that will get me lost)

Yoshi tracked the blood down the path a ways and could find no other tracks. "He is skilled." Yoshi muttered. He continued on foot at a quick pace seeing if he could catch up. He found only one more instance of blood, and continued. then the path came to a fork and there was no longer any trail. "Curses...." He sat down at the fork thinking what to do next. He started meditating.
The one fork lead to the paths of darkness. Was that where they went? He shuddered. I will meditate some more. (waiting...)
 
In Yoshi's meditations, he saw a dark chamber with an azul basin in the center. Off to the side of the room hung Sensei Shalan, his chapped face beat up and dark red with blood. Guarding him were four of the most fearsome warriors he had ever seen. And that's saying a lot. They were almost invisible in the dimness of the chamber, but being a ninja of water, Yoshi had excellent night vision. Their red eyes glowed with hatred, their cruel, twisted faces mostly hidden behind their massive helmets, and they bore the Mark of Greymon on their chests.
 
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In Yoshi's meditations, he saw a dark chamber with an azul basin in the center. Off to the side of the room hung Sensei Shalan, his chapped face beat up and dark red with blood. Guarding him were four of the most fearsome warriors he had ever seen. And that's saying a lot. They were almost invisible in the dimness of the chamber, but being a ninja of water, Yoshi had excellent night vision. Their red eyes glowed with hatred, their cruel, twisted faces mostly hidden behind their massive helmets, and they bore the Mark of Greymon on their chests.
Yoshi opened his hazel eyes. "Greymon." He whispered. He hopped up and ran back up the mountain path to the Dojo. He has controlled his breathing well for such a long sprint. Then he saw the mess his eyes opening wide. "Grrrrr." He searched for any other ninja.
 
ninja mumakai awoke to find a shaggy bear on top of him. oops! that's hijiri, the burly ninja of- oh, there were so many, I forget now! he opened his eyes.
"hey, sleepy!" a cheerful yet sad voice greeted him. "how ya doin'?"
Mumakai knew that hijiri was just trying to wake him and cheer him up, but two thoughts swarmed in his head. "How am I alive? Where's Sensei?"
"I used a special weed that grows in the dojo's gardens to heal you. shakiola-parmariscus they call it, but I just call it shaky, because right before you woke up, your body shook dramatically. I hope your head isn't spinning to much."
"you were quite a help," muttered mumakai, his head suddenly seeming very dizzy. "but WHERE IS SENSEI?!"
"oh, yeah, I should have told you sooner. he was taken. by Greymon."
Mumakai would have keeled over on the spot had a back not been propped up against a smooth, warm rock.
"oh, look, my friend! another ninja approaches the dojo!" silence. "hello? are you awake? oh." Hijiri looked down at the form near the base of the hill. "Hello? friend or foe? because if you're a foe, I've got an epic katan-" Mumakai's foot was suddenly in Hijiri's gut. "ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."
"Hello?" Mumakai called down hoarsly. "please forgive my friend's rudeness. But are you a friend or foe?"
 
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ninja mumakai awoke to find a shaggy bear on top of him. oops! that's hijiri, the burly ninja of- oh, there were so many, I forget now! he opened his eyes.
"hey, sleepy!" a cheerful yet sad voice greeted him. "how ya doin'?"
Mumakai knew that hijiri was just trying to wake him and cheer him up, but two thoughts swarmed in his head. "How am I alive? Where's Sensei?"
"I used a special weed that grows in the dojo's gardens to heal you. shakiola-parmariscus they call it, but I just call it shaky, because right before you woke up, your body shook dramatically. I hope your head isn't spinning to much."
"you were quite a help," muttered mumakai, his head suddenly seeming very dizzy. "but WHERE IS SENSEI?!"
"oh, yeah, I should have told you sooner. he was taken. by Greymon."
Mumakai would have keeled over on the spot had a back not been propped up against a smooth, warm rock.
"oh, look, my friend! another ninja approaches the dojo!" silence. "hello? are you awake? oh." Hijiri looked down at the form near the base of the hill. "Hello? friend or foe? because if you're a foe, I've got an epic katan-" Mumakai's foot was suddenly in Hijiri's gut. "ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."
"Hello?" Mumakai called down hoarsly. "please forgive my friend's rudeness. But are you a friend or foe?"
"Friend." He scurried up towards them. "I tracked a nuisance to the southern fork and lost the trail." He eyed the fat Ninja. Then unwrapped he hood. "I envisioned the Sensei in the dark fortress... Greymon having taken him." He was serious and his voice harsh.
 
This time it was Mumakai's turn to pass out, leaving Yoshi standing over two unconscious ninja.
Yoshi slumped his shoulder and grunted. "Really?" He picked up Mumakai and took him somewhere more suitable leaving the fat hairball to wakeup on his own. He sat water next to Mumakai and then went to find any others left in the dojo.
 

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