Of all the shrines to be prayed at, and for someone to meditate in front of, this one was perhaps not the most ... palatable of choices. Ekibyogami was a spiteful, wrathful being, loathed and feared by the peasants of the empire, and rightly so. The threat of disease was a real horror that all might know, and though offerings would be left daily at her shrine almost certainly in appeasement, it would be her master, Jurojin, who received far more prayer.
Yet, here Mari was. She had been in silent meditation before the shrine, calm and cool as the placid waters. The rain fell outside with a steady patter, and she felt for once at peace. She had offered her prayers to the fortune, considering the sheer mass of people in this place and the risks of further disease complicating matters, and now she meditated upon the wisdom that any fortune could give. As she exhaled softly, beginning to relax once more from her meditations, one eye fluttered open and she chanced to glance to her side. Had she heard someone come in?
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Void Recovery Roll - 1st Half Hour: 43 +2 Void Points. )
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Ronin Shugenja * Bland * Earth * YarnspinnerStatus: 0.0,
Glory: 0.0,
Honor: Untrustworthy
Wears/Carries: Shabby kimono. Wakizashi. Scroll satchel. Medical Kit. Straw Cloak.
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