“Nakigahara lives!”
At the town post under the light of a full moon late at night, the silence of night was abruptly interrupted by the shrill shrieking of a mysterious cloaked man who donned a cloak and the large nosed mask of Nakigahara. At his side, leaning against a tree was the massive seven foot sword known to the people of Jastrey as “Mother”.
But this man was not Nakigahara himself, in fact, he was far smaller, an average sized humanoid cloaked in the darkness of shadows. He repeated his words in order to gain some sort of audience consisting of the townspeople. In his hand he held a scroll, with neatly written handwriting scribbled about it. He stood eerily still, even as he yelled.
Now missing her robes, and only wearing her burned armor, and a slightly less charred set of leather pants, Akon walks up to the cloaked figure mumbling. "About damn time you showed up....oh." She frowns, looking down at the figure. "Who are you? And where is Nakigahara?"