The opening of the Hands

Newbie Joined: Dec 09, 2009 Posts: 99

A flurry of activity would be seen by few that ever came to the Kinmoku mountains. Each school of the Hand, doors open and the leaders of each, with their members close, by standing within a large circle. The middle occupied by a small figure wearing the robes of the White Hand, her voice carrying clearly to all in attendance.

"Fellow leaders and monks, it is time we venture out from our mountain and into the land that is covered in war, our numbers dwindle and knowledge sits unheard, strength untested, peace threatened."

She smiles as she talks, her body relaxed, her eyes warm as she looks at each person.

"Go into the lands, spread the word that the Orders of the Hand are open, send two from each of your order to spread the message, let them know who they can speak to in each of the Orders, or if you wish send them to me. It is time we no longer sit back as the world changes around us, sinking deeper into war, we must stop what we can, each in our own way, according to our teachings."

She bows her head slightly, signaling that she is done, watching as the murmers amoung the heads of the orders continue and the decisions made. Six people leave the mountain. The small figure remains standing in the center as the orders return to their monastery. After a few moments she hops down the steps and onto a boat, dissapearing below deck.

"Change comes in many forms, unliked by many, but unstoppable."

Newbie Joined: Dec 09, 2009 Posts: 99

Over the weeks, the monks return many times, sometimes with a few, sometimes with many, each person is spoken to individually by the head of each order of the Hands and then the small female halfling, known as Merin.

Each is then sent to a specific order, their training to begin immediately according to the teachings of each hand, the numbers grow with every passing day, the doors remain open still, awaiting more to seek their path from the Hands.

The sun sets on a new day and all sleep or meditate the night hours away. Atop the White Hand Tower, Merin stands, looking over the expanse before her and towards the ocean, watching the moored boats that sit nearby the rocky bay, awaiting light.

Not a word is spoken, her face shows a touch of concern, for what though, still is unknown.

Time rolls on, the decisions are made, hands are forced...So it always is, so it always will be.

Newbie Joined: Dec 09, 2009 Posts: 99

Months had passed since anyone had last seen Merin, even those that were closest to her. Even those of her own order and those she looked over, had not seen her. Only through written communication slid under the door, was business done. Why she had done this, no one knew, just another of her strange habits perhaps.

Today was different, the door slammed open with a "HIYA" kick and out bounced the halfling, grinning almost ear to ear as she walked to the elders of the combined Hands and spoke in hushed whispers.

Some crowded around, yet maintained a respectful distance, hoping to catch any whisper that they could, at what the long silent and unseen halfling was saying. They were let down, she spoke softly, that in itself was strange.

The strangest thing, was her body posture. Tense, wired, alert. Though she smilied, her eyes alight with her ever present happiness that seemed to be around her, there was just a strangeness, that could not be placed.

After a few minutes,she turned and glanced at the gathered crowd and giggled a moment before speaking.

"I am returning to Sensual, you know how to get a hold of me. I will return with new goals for the Hands, new paths that will be taken. Our presence, will no longer be confined within this mountain. Grow stronger in your arts Brothers and Sisters, listen to your Elders as you have always done and stay true to your ways."

And with those words spoken, she left. Returning to her room, only to grab her pack and change into her dress, before closing the door silently and returning to the world below, one ever in chaos, yet one she loved so dearly.