Author Topic: Iwamaru Ume  (Read 455 times)

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Iwamaru Ume
« on: June 25, 2023, 06:14:45 AM »
I am being punished for my misdeeds, it was a foolish thing, and now I suffer. Will I ever find forgiveness, or is it hopeless to try? He was given orders to talk his life, but we were not prepared for it, so I helped him flee. I played a small part, but I am just as guilty. He was spirited away in the night, bound for unknown shores, and I had hoped that he would find me again, but that is hopeless now, I cannot be found here. The cards have been read and my fate has been given. What does tomorrow bring? What greater punishment can I suffer than to be here with these strange people?





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Re: Iwamaru Ume
« Reply #1 on: July 18, 2023, 07:00:48 AM »
Ume sits on a grassy hill overlooking the pleasant vista of the surrounding Barovian countryside, she closes her eyes and the gentle sound of a river soothes her anguished soul, if she sits still and imagines the familiar sounds of the Rokushim insects and birds she can feel a fleeting moment of comfort, until an unfamiliar sound shatters her illusion, she folds a worn piece of parchment into the shape of a bird, and hums a song to herself.

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Re: Iwamaru Ume
« Reply #2 on: August 21, 2023, 04:42:15 PM »
Ume looks into the heart of the campfire on a brisk, breezy, Barovian day. Grateful from the reprieve of the seemingly ever present rain, she plucks the strings of her shamisen, an oddly shaped, three stringed instrument.

tong

ting ting

bowng

She plucks a simple tune, and sings a gentle slow paced song, recalling a painful memory.

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Re: Iwamaru Ume
« Reply #3 on: February 26, 2024, 02:26:33 PM »
Ume stares out across the fields, the sky turning red behind the clouds, a cold breeze makes her shiver. She sees the orchards and the farms, and plucks her shamisen, a slow somber melody forms, and she sings a tale of sorrow, a tale her grandmother told her.




A peasant farmer sows the rice, the seeds are planted,
he tends the paddy field, and gives his woman a child,
The rice crop fails, their fates are sealed.

He steals so they can eat, the man becomes a criminal,
a judge decides the farmers fate, the man must die,
the woman weeps, she can not work the fields.

The farmer waits for dawn, his fate is sealed,
the samurai sharpens his sword, he is to end a life,
the farmer's flesh is cut as the woman births the child, their life blood flows.
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