A lull comes over the city, with the passing of the seasons so too does humanity change to adjust to the challenges the eternal cycle of the world entails. And so comes Autumn, an orage hue slowly turning the gardens of samurai into reminders of one's mortality, and as with any reminder of one's mortality, so too follow traditions closely behind.
It is mere coincidence that you ran into this little performance. A monk, draped in straw adornments, followed by mendicant practicioners walks the streets of the city. Proclaiming the return of the "Barley King". Autumn is a time of harvest, of culling, of planned death and selfless sacrifice.
The Barley King's fate must be fulfilled. He was chosen. And thus, he must be sacrificed.
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Welcome to the LAST session on the server prior to Hiatus! There is a chance I will be unable to run this due to scheduling issues. But that will be confirmed tomorrow. If issues crop up, I will re-schedule for the week and inform accordingly.
Destipe my overly dramatic wording, you will not be sacrificing anyone. Not literally at least.
For if the world sets up great importance to your decisions. And thus, great weight to the censequences. Put to bear the weight of the world upon your shoulders for no reason other than coincidence or destiny? How is that any different than sacrifice?