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The Daimyo's cells; A place only the worst are taken
Topic Started: 04/09/2011 - 08:17 pm (1,470 Views)
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Medieval knight in disguies

In the Daimyo's cells lie many men., some mad, some turning mad and some who will eventurely crack. The dripping of water from a pipe is chilling when the lights go out. One small meal a day comes with only a few seconds of light before the door close's and you have to feel for what scappings of war hounds dinner you get. Deep in the dark, where the shadows are, the Daimyo's cells, where even the toughest man goes mad.




(Anythink to do with prison from the Daimyo, or maybe you just want your character in here as a storyline, it does not matter, post for all to hear)
 
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"May it be an evening star
Shines bright upon you
May ib be when darkness falls
Your heart will be true
You walk a lonely road
Oh how far you are from...home"

Hino stopped singing. The silenced rushed in to fill up the emptiness. Hino's hair and beard had grown a lot. His hair, when he was thrown in the cells, barely reached his shoulders, but now it descended freely a good way down on his back. Some fingenails were long, some not, they were bitten off. From time to time he was provided with some water to wash himself. Hino sat hugging himself. He was only bones and his clothes hardly covered his body. In the beggininng, the beard was itchy but not anymore.

Hino did not now how much time had passed. The thick walls not only did not let any sounds in, but also didnt heat up so Hino could not tell if the seasons were changing. The only detail that could provide him with information were the guards that brought him food. He saw the in little clothing, se Hino suspected it was summer, but now they were turning back to their warmer clothes. "Winter is coming" thought Hino. "Gods be good! I've spent a year in this hell."
 
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Hirotada walked down the dark, damp, narrow corridor leading towards the door to one of the occupied cells. The air smelt strongly of mould and the only sound that could be heard was the coughing and spluttering of the captives. The Daimyo stopped outside one of the doors and nodded at the guard who had moved to meet him. The guard slid open a small rectangular slot on the centre of the door, allowing Hirotada to peer inside the cell. The cell was pitch black, save for a small slit in the far wall allowing a thin ray of dull light through. Several empty food containers littered to the floor. A pungent smell piereced the Daimyo's nostrils and he recoiled slightly.

As his eyes adjusted to the darkeness he could see a black silhoutte laying on a very thin mat on the floor. He could just about make out the man's long matted hair. Hirotada turned his face to the guard, to speak with him but also to receive a breather from the smell of the cell. "Has Yusei, spoken with this man yet?"

The guard shook his head. Hirotada frowned. "He will be dead before much longer, then what information would I get?"

The guard looked at Hirotada blankly, not knowing how to answer his question. Hirotada slammed the hatch shut. "Tell the cell commander that I want Yusei to interrogate this man, like I asked many moons ago. I do not want him dying on me before I have my information. Good grief, he could have been part of some master plot to have me killed and I would be none the wiser. Honestly....do I have to....." The Daimyo's voice trailed off as he bounded back up the corridor, no doubt eager for a much more pleasant atmosphere.
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Nagao Yusei stepped down into the narrow corridor of the cells. The Daimyo had been getting impatient with him over this interrogation. Yusei had been putting off until now. The only info he has on the captive, is that he claims to be related to the Uesugi and almost shouted it out in front of the Daimyo.

He entered the interrogation chambers, over in some other chambers, a few other metsuke were interrogating other captives. Yusei entered in, being flanked by two metsuke sent to accompany him. Immediately, another door opened and two guards entered, being dragged in their arms was the decrepit, prisoner.

Yusei spoke quickly,"I see a year stuck in this prison is unhealthy, well it seems you may come out alive if you cooperate. To other things."

Yusei motioned towards the two guards, and soon they forced Hino to the ground. One drew out a large No-Dachi and held it above his shoulders.

"NOW YOU WILL LISTEN UP! YOU WILL NOT SPEAK UNLESS SPOKEN TO! IF YOU REFUSE TO COOPERATE, THEN AFTER THREE REFUSALS YOU WILL BE IMMEDIATELY EXECUTED!"

The Metsuke began setting up their scrolls to record information from the interrogation.

Yusei continued,"The information will then be sent to the Daimyo for inspection. You will then be brought before the people, officers, and the Daimyo for judgement. You will be punished according to the Daimyo's judgement. I urge you to cooperate if you want to live."

Taking a sip of sake, he continued,"I will start with three questions, then you shall answer them. We will continue based off of your answers."

"NUMBER 1! Why are you here, deep in Tokugawa lands?"

"NUMBER 2! What is your true reason for speaking to the Daimyo, and why should you dare proclaim yourself an Uesugi."

"NUMBER 3! Are you involved with any sort of conspiracy, assassination, sabotage, or capture plan involving our lord, Tokugawa Hirotada."

Waiting for the Metsuke to finish, Yusei finished the first part of the interrogation,"These are just basic questions, so now you have time to think and answer these questions, more complex questions will follow based off of answers."
 
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It was warm. The hot blood inundated Hino's mouth. The rat-flesh was one of the best meals Hino could hope for, and lately even rats were scarce. Hino wondered if thei intentionally avoided him, but soon abandoned the thought. He was rapidly devouing the rat, with the beard dripped in blood when the door suddenly oppened and light bursted in. Hino squeaked and covered his eyes while wiping his mouth with the back of his other hand. Two strong men grabbed him and dragged him through the corridors.

"Am I finally going to see the sky again?" thought Hino with a childish joy, but the guards let him to another chamber. It was cleaner and at the same time, dirtier. There wer no signs of dirt, or leftover, or any smell of excrements, but in their place torture devices were spread on a wooden table. Even with the smell of rat-blood in his berd, Hino felt the smell of putrefaction and death. For a moment he wished he was simply left in the cell he spent the last year in.

In front of him stood three men. Hino's eyes hadn't adjusted with the abundant light yet, but he got some of his features. He stood tall and straight as a soldier. One of the eyes were covered, and Hino could not understand if the man missed a hand or it was hiden under his robes.

The guards brutally pinned Hino to the ground, but he had no strenght nor desire to resist.


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Hino took his time to think of an answer, but when he saw impatience on his interrogator's face, he hurried up his words.

"Exile. I am here to ask exile. Being an uesugi, I will not lie of my origins. Speak the truth, always, even if it leads to your death, I was taught." Hino took a while to remember the third question. "I do not plot anything, I just wish to do what I was taught, and I was taught to love the people, the people of the city I grew up in."


 
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Isamu dismounted his horse, Shadow - an incredibly intimidating creature, armored with thick, black steel -, Isamu had arrived at the prison at last. The ride was long and arduous, though he managed.

He had came here looking for promising recruits to join his Black Riders. It wasn't unusual for Isamu to have to come to such places and observe the talent. Relentlessly, Isamu would search even the depths of hell if it were possible. The rain pummeled heavily against Isamu's armor making a loud chime that repeated, he needed to get inside - the rain could rust his well-polished armor -.

"HALT!" The guard at the gate commanded. "Do you have business here?".

Isamu wiped the excess rain away from his face, revealing various battle scars. He then proceeded to take his hood off, revealing his eye patch. It took the guard at the gate some to recognize Isamu, because he wasn't exactly the most famous of generals. The guard saluted - much to Isamu's surprise - "The One Eyed General? Here? I've heard the legends and rumors. It is an honor. I assume you came here looking for recruits? Go on in, I don't think anyone will mind."

The guard motioned his hand toward the huge iron gate, slowly unlocking it with his key. Isamu walked through as the gate slammed shut behind him. The guard shouted; "Let me know when your ready to leave." Isamu just nodded in confirmation as he turned his attention to the prison cell entrance.

The natural brightness slowly faded away as Isamu wondered further inside. "What a depressing place this is. Hmph! I've seen worse." Various screams of agony echoed through the building, probably victims of torture. Isamu walked along the narrow passage, looking in each cell as if he were buying something at a market. Most of the cells were just full of weak old men, probably in here for something petty. They were of no interest to Isamu.

The passage way was smeared with blood in various places. The unmistakeable smell of urine and rotting flesh hit Isamu's nostrils. This isn't a place to be lingering in. As Isamu had all but given up, he came across three men. They appeared to be interrogating someone. A prisoner. Isamu didn't interfere, he merely stood and observed the situation from a distance. It would likely be unwise to disturb the three men.

Isamu stood and watched. He was waiting. This may be something he would be interested in....

 
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The prisoner, Uesugi Hino, as he proclaimed himself, slumped there leaving a poor response, well, poor in Yusei's mind.

"A petty response, for a pathetic and half dead man. You seek exile. If we were to exile you, to where would you go, maybe the Date, Hattori, Yamana. You could use your claim as an Uesugi to gain influence, you could use it to rally people to fight against us. I've analyzed you, or what's left of you already."

Yusei took time to carefully plan his next moves, This piece of trash Uesugi seeks to mock me, claiming to be blood of Kenshin, he dares to insult me.

He started again,"You have learned to love the people, of the city you grew up with. What childish sort of ideal is that. No... it is simply a cover, you are simply a shell of yourself. Hino... you have given me no useful information, you are simply buying time with childish truths and ideals. You are wasting my time..."

Yusei started walking slowly around Hino, circling him as if ready to pounce on his prey,"You know, I have served as Kenshin's Bodyguard, you see I know Kenshin well. You insult me... Uesugi Hino, you disgrace the name of Uesugi lest it is already disgraced by being conquered. You insult me personally by claiming to be blood of Kenshin. You are nothing and thus you have some plan to use an exile to your own advantage."

The metsuke were rapidly trying to record this information, Yusei began waiting for them to finish. He then turned and smacked Hino across the face, it was a light slap, as not to crack the frail body of this decrepit man.

"You claim to speak the truth even if it kills you, ha, such a waste of time. You are hiding the facts, you are hiding information. Surely, you must have a plan of action upon exile. Hirotada is getting impatient, you give me information or you die right here."

"I will not allow any danger to pass through me and leave simply. No, I will not allow Hirotada's safety walk out of these lands."

Yusei walked over to speak to the Metsuke,"Record any information, or answer given by this man. Relay it to me immediately. Once he is finished take him back to his cell and give him food, I won't have him die before proper punishment."

Yusei walked out of the room, heading over to the Daimyo's Hall to leave his orders in the scroll of fate.
 
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The slap on the face made Hino's already dry lips to crack and bleed. In a way, the answer of his interrogator amused him. Telling the truth and not being beleived wasn't working.

"..I'l have to lie then, and it'll be on their own account. I wonder what goes on in that dll head of his. His mouth spouts treachery and insults where any man in his right mind would see desesperation. Father, you taught me wrong. A lamb between wolves will be devoured, so better be a lion. Also, he said he knew well my uncle, and he felt offended by my exile request. Does he consider the Uesugi who give in to be weak, does this insult him? Well, it seemes to me tht your own heart still mourns for your past self. It seems that voices of donkeys do not reach the skies. Foolish Hirotada. You should have accepted my exile, and kept a constant eye on me, that way you could have gained a follower. But now that you have thrown me into this pits and treat me like a low life traitor, this possibility seems forever gone." Hino thought, but...

"There is nothing else I can tell you."
 
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Nagao Yusei walked into Hino's new, cleaner cell. Setting down some food, Yusei began speaking,"Eat well this year,prisoner, as you will meet the Daimyo next year and he will decide your punishment. Due to the lack of information or elaboration into your exile, I doubt you will be receiving one."

He paused to leave, the cell shut behind, speaking,"You've wasted my time enough!"
 
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Hino had forgotten how the fresh air smelled. It filled his lungs. With every breath, it seemed the godess of life herself touched him. It was night and the sky filled with stars. An abnormally big, pale and full moon greeted him with a sad smile. "Only you are here for me".


Hino's fingers dripped with blood, unskined by digging. Finally out. It took him a year to escape. When he was thrown back in the cells, and told he would spend there his next year, Hino knew he had to get out. Using the wooden food plates that were sometimes left in the cell, he removed the stones in a weak point of the wall, at least the weakest Hino could find. Some stones took up to a dozen meals (Hino's time counting, it would probably be one meal a day by his suspicions) to get loose. The darkness was his friend. The guards hardly ever found himself in the cell for more than a minute, and the darkness concealed the stones in the corner. However, at a certain point, Hino hit earth with his fingers. It was only then he realized that the prison was underground, in the basements of the fortress. He cursed.



When the guard closed the door, Hino stood for a moment and listened as his steps faded away. He would have to dig his way out until the next meal, for there was no way to hide all the earth he would dig up. A great risk, but Hino's only chance, and after months of stone removing, he would not give up.


Hino did not know how much time it took him to reach the surface. The process was slower than he expected, all the soil had to be removed, but it seemed luck smiled upon him. He was out not only of the cells, but out of the city walls too. However, there was no time to stand there aimlessly, so he ran, as fast as he could, into the forests.
 
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The guardsmen stopped interrogating. It wasn't what Isamu was expecting, just some minor man, who didn't seem to be very well trained. Then again, he was a prisoner. Isamu was about to leave this godforsaken building, but something had caught his eye. A man who appeared to be easily eight feet tall, a giant. With no light, it was very hard to determine the mans face.

Isamu moved closer. His face mere inches away from the rusty iron bars, a dangerous move indeed. Isamu spoke up; "You." was he said. Very seriously. The brutish man turned and walked closer. He didn't reply immediately, though he made some grunts. "Are you speaking to me, general? If you are, please don't. I have no honor. I am a murderer."

Isamu was utterly gob smacked. He had been addressed in the manner of general, something he didn't expect from a lowly prisoner. "You are a military man, then?" Isamu inquired. The brutish figure slumped himself onto the bed, making a loud thud. He sighed heavily and spoke again; "Yes, general. I am Kejami Mai. I have served with the great Tokugawa now for many years."

Isamu reached into his pack and pulled out some fresh bread. "Here." Isamu said, plainly. The prisoner didn't relent. He was very hungry - being starved to death, most likely - and Isamu saw something in this man. Ambition. Drive & power. Something Isamu hadn't seen for a long time, at least not in a man. Kejami snatched the bread like a wild animal and scoffed it down. It took mere seconds for what was once bread, to vanish into tiny crumbs.

"Thank you, general." Kejami said whilst smiling. Isamu showed no emotion and simply nodded. After observing Kejami for a few more seconds, Isamu proceeded to walk off. "I will be back. Hold on."

Isamu eventually found the prison captain, a snake of a man. One could see the deceit and evil in his eyes. Isamu however, was in no mood for games. "Captain, I am here for Kejami. I want to recruit him into the Black Riders. With me, he will find atonement and make up for his crimes. He will also still serve our great clan."

The captain was sharp, however. He was a pain in Isamu's plans. "No. You can't just walk in here and take who you wish. He is a prisoner, a murderer. His death should serve example, not purpose. Now, I think you should leave, Isamu."

Isamu clenched his fist. No man talks to him like this and lives. But Isamu was civil, at least in this case; "And what example will he be serving? None. He is just wasted in here, when he could be fighting for our great leader and his clan! Let me put this more plainly, I didn't come here to ask you. I cam here to demand his release immediately, or so help me...."

The discussion soon became heated.
 
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Scrunched up in the corner, the battered and bruised samurai lay. His crime: Speaking to the Tokugawa. The cells were fairly sparkly populated around him, with only a few people in them. Even those people would likely be executed soon, as was the fate of most who found themselves here. The grimy cell was hardly a good place for a weakened man to rest, but he had no choice in the matter. All he could do is wait and pray. A cold draft that was present in the cell would freeze and shatter anyone’s will. It’s surprising that rats do not infest the cells, although there are still probably more rats than prisoners. Nothing could be done. Doom was approaching.
 
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Yoshihairo walked down into the dark, damp depths of the daimyo's cells with a purpose. He must get to the bottom of the disapearance of the Tatami master.

The day before, an injured samurai, that of the Tatami guard - present at the last known location of the Tatami master - limped into the daimyo's hall to deliver a very urgent message about the Tatami master. However, his story didnt quite add up. Because of the severity of the situation with the dissapearance of the Tatami Master and the utter cheek of a mere soldier to stroll into the daimyo's hall and lie to his face, the Daimyo got extremely angry at the samurai - thus he was chucked in prison, waiting to be interrogated by Yoshihairo, Daimyo's head of security.
 
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"so your story ... it's very ... interesting" Yoshihairo began to read off his notes he made the night before "you were in kaga, examining the city, when you were encountered by a monk" Yoshihairo looks up "tell me: what did this Monk look like?"
 
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Still on the floor, the samurai lifted his head up to look at his interrogator. Stuttering, the Samurai said “I have nothing to hide, so I shall tell you all you wish to know. The monk, I’m trying to remember. He was a bald one, fairly short. Had some blue robes on with some red images on. He was a quite one, didn’t say much and I didn’t see him often. That’s all I can remember” The samurai look another deep breath.
 
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