The Fool's Conquest - Sengoku Era - Call of Cthuhlu

[TacoMann]

The 21st day of the 12th month. Year Genki-3


A day before the battle of Mikatagahara. The Tokugawa and Takeda mass for their eventually clash. Tensions run high as a contingent of the Oda Clan's soldiers is dispatched to aid the Tokugawa in their attempted conquest.


Ieyasu Tokugawa marches, expecting to crush an enemy fighting off two fronts, un-aware that Shingen Takeda, legendary tactician he is, has anticipated the march. The snow of the north has sealed off the Uesegi's advance on the Takeda. And now, from Hamatsu Castle, the Tokugawa's soldiers await the order to attempt to seize the city of Kofu from the Takeda. They are confident. After all, they have the greatest weapon of all history on their side: The rifle. The Takeda sit, perched in Kofu. Confident in their leader's thoughts. Some are worried, however. Surely Cavalry is no match for a gun.

 

[TacoMann]

@SephirothSage @Hellkite @Orikanyo


The 22nd Day of the 12th Month.


The Tokugawa march on Mikatagahara. The Oda detachment follows behind them, moving to flank. Lead by The Takeda, lie in wait.


Where do you stand, as the march moves on? As the Tokugawa's war drums beat, and the man known as the Fool of Owari, oversees his ally's march.

 

[SephirothSage]

Yoshimitsu Date is a lonely, lonely man. A weary, tired one- but his will is strong enough to push him on despite this. It's all that's kept him wandering all these years- without clan, without honor, without anything but his own strength, and countless small deeds of kindness. They have sustained his soul, as his blade sustains his life; those small kindnesses, those acts of honor and dignity between the battles of savagery and brutality.


It is one of those small acts of kindness that has him guarding a merchant and his wife on a trip between towns; an ill fated trip that lead to the caravan breaking on a mountain- and Yoshimitsu staring from the ledge it's stuck on... at the marching of armies beneath him- as he stares at the army of Takeda and let's out a low, weary sigh, before turning towards the poor merchant whose found his caravan in the scouting range of soldiers on the march.


"...My apologies, but we seem to have incurred the Kami's Ire. I'd suggest hiding down here and hoping no one notices you." He says in his usual calm, peaceful tone.

 

[Hellkite]

Rokuro walked with plodding steps beside the samurai's horse, taking the beast's bridle occasionally to steady it over the uneven ground. It's master was a minor Uesugi noble, the commander of their meager company, and he barely spared Rokuro a glance. Not that it was a surprise; for a peasant it was best to stay attentive of but unnoticed by their samurai betters. The group, a contingent of ashigaru led by a handful of samurai, had been escorting war supplies to their Oda allies. They'd barely made it South before the snows cut off the route they had traveled, and now they were stranded away from home for the Winter, obligated to help their allies in their battles but without the troops to make any more than a token effort. As such they moved with the baggage train.


Rokuro's matchlock dangled from its sling, hanging across the front of his lacquered breastplate. He was fond of the weapon; it hit hard, and the roar of its report was pleasing to the ear. Nonetheless, he hoped that he wouldn't get the chance to test it against Takeda cavalry. Their reputation spoke for itself.

 

[Orikanyo]

"Frost is your enemy, remain warm and cover your hands and feet, your mind is in the battle but you must remember, frost's bite is slow but no less deadly and you cannot wield a rifle with your fingers frozen stiff." Kenshin warned his fellows around him as he himself was bundled in as many furs he could muster, snow lining his shoulders and kit as he continued his trek, the weather making him seem all the more grouchy and irritable then he usually was, but his knowledge was sound and true, that much men knew.


The Uesugi had proven useful to Kenshin as well to the Oda clan, he had already managed to gather abit more anesthesia to replace what he had lost in the previous skirmishes trying to keep men still while he sawed through arrow shafts. Those he hated tending to the most, not often are they lethal, but the pain caused many a man to whine and moan; more so when he had to saw off the tips of the damned things... it was worse when the damned fool thinks its best to rip out the arrow themselves, he has lost many due to their foolishness, and those who did live were guaranteed to never do it again.


Though, Kenshin could not complain to much about being here, he was given much respect as a learned man and is respected for his work, so none may even hint to him not deserving his pay, as some of the more miserly/cynical are want to do. He kept people alive through their battles, not all, but enough.


Now if only he could heal the weather, then he'd be the greatest surgeon in the world, but only gods and spirits can do such...


"...thats a thought isn't it? I wonder which owns these lands, and if it's evil or good, I suppous I can attempt to wring some information of this area from the locals later.. if there are any left."