Board Thread:Important Logs/@comment-25687356-20170925211950/@comment-26021384-20170926012722

Three years since that day, since the day that everything went to hell, or hell went to them, however you wanted to look at it depending on the viewpoint of who you asked. Not that there were many people level left to ask. It was a really somber thing to consider when you thought back on it. At least things were kind of stable? People were trying to get settled and strengthened for the sake of their survival.

Shien Kidame was no different. In those three years he established a network of maps moving from place to place in the new lands just so that he could get a feel for what path was safe to take and when. The wildlife here was something different, and now he was more than glad he had his skills in map making.

But today, everyone was awoken by that SMiling Mountain guyt out of nowhere, they were under attack? Good thing Shien constantly kept his surveying coat and hat nearby to throw on. Getting out of bed, his outfit already tattooed in the back with a symbol for a fan. On his forearms were vambraces tattooed with symbols for small blades. Throwing on that beige overcoat and hunstman cap over his red hair, Shien grabbed his belt of small tools and gourd of iron sand, throwing them both on as he made it outside.

Not one of the late ones, but certainly keeping quiet and to himself as he tried to survey the surroundings, he looked over at Sup Pung, one of the few people who over the years he grew to trust greatly. "Just be weary constantly right?" Shien was already preparing to put his hands together for the sake of getting that iron sand out of the gourd. These years had made Shien cautious, alert, and always trying to put his back up against that of an ally like Sup Pung, metaphorically speaking.