Kyoto had had an unusual week going on, like some invisible puppeteer was controlling him around. At one day, he had to help some idiots crossing an underground stream to get to some precious gems. He had only wanted to gather some golden ore, but found himself being used like a mighty steed carrying other gems. And kukuris. Needless to say that he chased off the one common kukuri whose idea it was to begin with.
After the weird excavating trip, his attempts to gather some windbells were ruined too. Some common kukuri ladies had already gathered the ones he had been eyeing and waiting for their best blooms. No crafting ingredients for him th
Something very unfortunate had happened to a kukuri lady, called Viima. Right now, she was sitting on a rock, her Small arms crossed, puting and thinking.
She had been on excavating trip with her handler, but an unexpected event had separated the two. From the shadows of the caves a monster had ambushed them. The attack was sudden and they were unprepared for it. The monster striked the duo down, breaking a thin layer of rock floor under them. Viima had fell, monster had disappeared and Viima didn't know what had happened to her handler Hohka.
"oh dear oh dear…" there was a faint mumble. Viima was a bit startled by this, and hid behind
Most kukuris had a skeptical attitude towards everything magical. Magic and supernatural things were elements of the Goddesses, after all. No common kukuri was able to do that. Or if somebody claimed to be able to do magic, it was usually just a sad fraud.
But for a curious kukuri like one certain Onni, hearing gossips about a kukuri witch was interesting as ever!
Onni's life circled around his handler, who lived in a traveling Knight's Camp. Life in a constantly moving camp was eventful and unpredictable, and quite often also dangerous. So when Onni heard about the witch, he got some ideas already.
He had heard from a traveler's kukuri, th
The guardian prairie had failed.
She was lying down int he water, blinking to get some vision back to her eyes. The clouds started to fade away from her vision, and slowly her mind started to get to this moment too. She felt cold, wet, she was lying on water. Alone.
That was when Rikki's eyes opened wide and she scrambled on her feet. They were feeling a bit weak and sore, she had been running a lot. And judging by the aching around her body, she had also been in fight.
Her guardian instincts started to look for her number one mission: her master. The young master Ashfur was supposed to be with her, but she didn't see the little human anywh
The cold breeze traveled through a messy forest, which just recently had gone through a lot worse than this gentle brush of wind. Just recently, a raging storm had passed by through the kukuri lands, causing mess and havoc everywhere.
This particular forest had suffered the most. It had always been very dense, full of large trees and their long branches creating a sharp labyrinth where every traveler had to keep their eyes open.
Nori was one of these travelers. She was on her way to meet up some friends, but the forest was on her way. It had a bad rumor of making kukuris get stuck on it's branches or just getting lost. but Nori had decided to
The night had fallen on this earth, yet the amount of life around seemed to only grow. It was the time of Festival of Death, the lovely celebration that was usually a happy event amongst the kukuris. But this time, the death of the Goddess had made it into a sorrowful funeral. Kukuris and their handlers across lands and seas had came to pay their tribute to her statue. The crowd around it never seemed to smaller, and the pile of gifts and offerings was growing and growing. The ever growing sea of candles illuminated the night, guiding the travelers to right place.
The local witch kukuri Ophelie was planning to give the Goddess her gift too.