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04-01-2007, 02:56 PM
part I

It was forged in the time when demons walked the earth openly, and it's ore had come from the bones of a fallen star. In the days when the undead stalked the living and drank the blood of innocents, this blade had opened many a throat and speared many the hearts of unprotected, unfortunate souls. In the age that we visit now, the blade is still counted as a demon itself, and it is said that no man can resist the lure of power that envelopes the ancient sword known as 'Chi-Kuroken'.

In this age a wise man who knows the secrets of the Black-blood Sword has vowed to himself that he will have the blade and destroy it once and for all. He knows the what of the curse that the blade carries, and he knows well the demons that the sword creates of men. Any man who holds, or has held, the blade from that age unto this one will become a very shroud of evil. All dark spirits that swirl among the living will find a host inside the hand that draws Chi-Kuroken from it's sheath and kills with it's edge. So the wise man now hunts for Ookamiakaji, for it is The Red Wolf who claims the Black-blood Sword as his own.

Is this wise man a monk, an agent of the Buddha who comes to visit karma upon those who wield the cursed blade? No, for all that is holy retreats from the face of evil that thrives within this steel. Is this wise man, perhaps, a kami? Is he a righteous spirit tasked to bring vengence to the darkness that has killed so many and for so long? No, for all spirits exist upon a balance, and the weight of evil has ever found itself upon the lowly end of the scale. So no, there is no kami here, no karma. There is only a fate here, a destiny that threatens any balance of good and evil that kami and karma have created for men. He is a man, so he is a fate within himself. He is a man who has held many blades in his hand, and he is a man for whom the Black Blade calls...


Ookamiakaji smelled them long before they ever set a foot upon his mountain. He knew that they were seeking him, because the Chi-Kuroken told him so. The Black Blade pulsed in it's sheath with a deep, vibrating thrum, and the hilts warmed to his hand. The Red Wolf smiled at the thought of killing to be done, just as the Chi-Kuroken warmed even more at his mood.

The wind told Ookamiakaji who they were. No scent of perfume or rich oils reached his nose, no pleasant sachet to mask the odors of the wild. They were not samauri. Likewise there was no smell of dirt or campfires, no stink of the unwashed and homeless.They were not bandits nor ronin. No, the only things that tripped upon the breeze was the smell of clean sweat and cotton. The men who hunted The Red Wolf on this dark night were ninja, the scent did not lie.

Now the only question was where and when they were. Ookamiakaji cut their trail twice before he located them precisely, and the Black Blade thrummed it's evil music against his thigh as the Wolf closed in on the three hunters. In the darkness the hunters had become the hunted, and the Red Wolf wasted no time in cornering his prey. As he ran silently through the forest, Ookamiakaji ticked off their positions. One was far to his left, creeping slowly back, the two others were close and ahead of him. When he moved in, the Wolf's snout caught a muted smell of waxed seaweed and riceballs. Good, the ninja were eating...

All senses to his whiskers now, Ookamiakaji leaped through the brush, an easy ten foot jump that landed him atop his first ninja. The air vibrations that the ninja created as he reacted to the wolf-warrior crashing down on him caused symphopatic vibrations in The Red Wolf's whiskers, giving the Wolf a clearer picture of his target's position than even his own animal eyesight could. The oniwaban was kneeling, carefully unwrapping a small meal. The Wolf landed his lead foot on the cap of the knee that the ninja balanced his riceball on, and Ookamiakaji felt the ankle below it snap and buckle. As the ninja crumpled sideways, Ookamiakaji shifted his landed foot and drove the heel of his trailing foot into the thigh of the same leg he had pounced upon. The ninja's leg was whipped to the ground with all of The Red Wolf's weight slamming onto it. This time there was an audible crack as the thighbone shattered. During his leap The Red Wolf had unsheathed his black blade with a vicious sweep and now Chi-Kuroken was drinking blood from the ninja's neck before his head hit the forest floor.

The second oniwaban was terrified at the sight of the giant, red, wolf-man dispatching his partner so quickly and so violently, but he was not caught at unawares. With a mouthful of half-chewed rice spilling from his lips, the ninja pistioned his legs beneath himself and sprang up and into a backflip. While he spun in the air the ninja's hands were suddenly filled with metsubushi. As soon as his feet touched ground, the ninja let his smokebombs fly. Without another glance at the Wolf, the ninja turned and ran six paces into the forest and then spun on his heels and threw a poison tipped kunai directly into the center of the black cloud that now surrounded Ookamiakaji. Within a heartbeat of releasing his little throw knife, the ninja vanished.

To The Red Wolf metsubushi was nothing new. He had learned the tricks of ninjutsu-zukai long ago, and the spice filled gases of smokebombs that the oniwaban used would be of small pause for him, at best. But the metsubushi that exploded at his feet were something new, and they offered up a suprise to him that stopped his attack for more than a pause. There was a contact flash-and-bang at his feet that was so alien to him that he yelped. The bang assulted his ears and the flash blinded him like nothing ever had before. An acrid, black smoke shot up in a cloud that choked him with it's disgusting odor. In the smoke Ookamiakaji tasted metal shavings and flakes that cut his nose, mouth, and tongue. He was lucky the flash caused him to squeeze his eyes shut, because the ironflakes were sharp enough to have done serious damage to his naked eyes. The Wolf was twice lucky in that the smoke choked him so much it caused him to double over in a sneeze, so the poison soaked kunai that the second ninja had thrown sailed harmlessly over his back.

The ninja at Ookamiakaji's feet gave up his soul to Chi-Kuroken and the sword hummed as it drank the blood. The steel-and-silver finish of the blade changed as it lapped up the lifeforce of the oniwaban, the steel becoming as black as obsidian. A ghoulish, green glow ran up the blade, and in it's reflection the Wolf gathered his bearings and escaped the cloud that the metsubushi had snared him in. The Red Wolf coughed and spat, wiping his eyes and clearing his nose. As soon as his senses were clear Ookamiakaji set out, into the dark forest, tracking the two remaining ninja...

end of part I...

Roshi 2007

04-01-2007, 04:28 PM
I hope to have this adventure finished in 3 acts. If there are changes in the story from 'The Inn of The Red Moon', it is because I am taking the tale seriously, and will do my best to make it readable...

-Thank you.

04-15-2007, 02:58 PM
Chi-Kuroken! part II

The wise man stood quietly in the rain, staring at the door of The Inn of The Red Moon. His face was grim, for he knew that by coming here he would end an entire way of life that the people of the Inn enjoyed. The spider's web and trap that the Inn represented could no longer continue, this place could no longer be the hunting ground for The Red Wolf. He would be the last man to challenge Ookamiakaji, his would be the last weapon to cross with the Chi-Kuroken.

It was that legend, that piss-poor legend that promised a 'magical' sword to anyone who could slay The Red Wolf. The legend infuriated the wise man to no end. For nearly sixty years young men had come here in the hopes of winning a blade of wizardry and wonder, and for nearly sixty years all that they found was a bloody, lonely death. None who came here knew the truth of Chi-Kuroken, none knew that they had no chance to ever hold the blade and really call it their own. None understood that even if chance and luck allowed them to best the Wolf, they would never control and command the Black-blood Sword. It would control them, it would command them, the same way that it held Ookamiakaji in it's evil grip. It would change them into a beast, a reflection of the savage animal within them, and their life as an honorable swordsman would be over forever. The swordmen, the heroes, the bounty hunters, all came and died here. And so it would go until someone came who could end it. That someone was him, for it was his destiny to end the demon that was Chi-Kuroken...

The innkeeper walked slowly from out behind the bar and glanced out the frontdoor, into the muddy street. Her day was almost done and the old lady was tired. It had been a hard day, another moonrise that saw profits counted in single digits. Her spirits were low. Little did she know how truly low this night would end for The Inn of The Red Moon.

Her eyes landed upon the figure that stood at the other side of the street. The black kimono, the long, white hair and beard, the wide brimmed, low crested black hat; all of it seemed familiar. Memories from her youth surfaced, of her times in the willow world. Then her stare rested upon the staff that the stranger had strapped on his back, and the silver-wrought emblem of it. A silver fist capped the head of the staff, big as a pumpkin, and as soon as she saw it her heart stopped. "Nuh-n-norowarete... norowarete iru!", she whispered, her shaky hand raising and pointing a finger at the wise man who stood outside.

Her serving girls and the sake master heard her whispered shriek, and though they couldn't make out the words she used, they knew from the tone that the innkeeper was clearly terrified. Many strange and horrible things had passed within the walls of The Inn of The Red Moon, many things that the old lady shrugged off as easily as rain on a carp. But the horrified squeek that the innkeeper mouthed was something none of them had witnessed before. It was enough to send them rushing for backrooms and backdoors. The old lady was left alone with whatever doom lay outside the door of the Red Moon.

The wise man moved like hissing steam. He crossed the street and entered the Inn like a blur, and before the innkeeper knew it the man in black stood before her with a heavy gaze and glittering eyes. "Cursed, am I?', he said in a loud voice, 'It is you who is cursed, old woman. Come out of there, Yajirumaru! Leave the old woman and face me!" The wise man made the hand sign of casting and slapped the innkeeper's forehead. The old woman fell into a swoon and dropped to the floor like a stone. Suddenly a sound like a thousand crickets filled the common room of the Inn, while a grey, sticky smoke rose from the woman's ears, nose, and throat. The smoke filled the room, becoming a haze of grey ichor that obscured sight. In the depths of the haze a dark figure appeared, Yajirumaru had come out!

"Ikemasan! You have found me...' a deep, secretive voice surrounded him in the smoke and whispered in the wise man's ears, 'how many years has it been? If nothing else, you are persistent, fool!" The demon laughed and showed his face and form. A mirror image of Ikemasan now stood in the smoke. A mirror image except that his robe and hat were all white and instead of the silver-fisted staff, Yajirumaru had a long sword strapped across his back.

Ikemasan unlimbered the staff from off his shoulder. Like a reflection, Yajirumaru drew his long sword too. "You may think that you have hidden from me for all these years, demon. The truth be that I have spent this time learning The Hand of Ruin. I have known where you are all along. And what about you, Heckler? Watching your back for all your days. Knowing that a deadly enemy is incarnated every fifty years or so, an enemy who will hunt you down and banish you from your haunt. Creating monsters to do your bidding and feed your bloodlust, do you think there is no price to pay? That your crimes will be forgotten? You are the persistent one, Yajirumaru...a persistent coward!"

Ikemasan brought his staff to the ready, the silver fist uncurling, it's metal fingers splaying out. The fingers themselves flattened and the edges of the digits sharpened into blades. The edge of the palm curved out and a long, rounded blade ran from the tip of the pinky finger to base of the palm. Suddenly the silver hand was as big and sharp as a headman's axe. The demon's long sword struck at the wise man, coming down from a high, over the shoulder strike. The silver hand answered with a jab that blocked the blade and locked the sword in it's fingers. Ikemasan twisted the haft and spun Yajirumaru's sword from his grasp. While the long blade jumped and skittered along the ratty tables of the commonroom, the white-robed demon jumped back and away from the staff and it's five fingered blades like a cat. The demon slipped a hand inside his flowing robe, when he withdrew it, his fist was full of glittering shuriken that he vectored and threw straight at Ikemasan. The wise man reacted quick enough to block four of them with the butt end of his staff, the small three-pointed stars plunging and sticking into the haft. Two of the stars found their mark, smacking into Ikemasan's chest.

Ikemasan recovered only to see Yajirmaru throw more glittering stars, but this time the silver head of the staff changed into a flat hand that stood at a right angle from the haft and seemed to knock the shuriken from the air. As the stars fell to the floor the demon's eyes flashed in anger. "You think the Hand of Hametsu will always do your bidding? You think that my father's fist will always protect you?', Yajirumaru snarled, 'Watch the silver hand close again, at my command!" The demon pointed a long finger at Ikemasan, and the wise man saw the nail of the finger transform into a glowing silver. Yajirumaru turned the hand palm-up and curled his index finger slowly to himself, as he did the silver hand at the end of the staff fattened and folded back into the dormant fist that was it's normal form.

But the wise man just smiled from beneath the wide brim of his black hat. "Unlike Chi-Kuroken, you only control this weapon, you can never control the hand that wields the staff. Put a dark blade into the hands of an infant and let it work it's horrible spell upon him, so you may think that you have such power over any human soul. You may have taken the mind and the heart of a Prince and turned it to evil. You may have created a wolf who does your bidding like a dog, but the vengence he seeks is not his and it is not yours, it is mine!" Ikemasan stood to his full height, spinning the staff above his head with both hands. Suddenly the wise one lunged at the demon, leaping across the room in a powerful jump. As he closed on the demon he brought the staff down, and like a thunderbolt the heavy, silver fist smashed Yajirumaru's skull in a flash of sparks and blood. The demon crumbled to the floor, and the Heckler's form changed again into grey, sticky ichor and fog. Ikemasan took a deep breath and blew into the smoke like a mighty gale. Blood came from the wounds in his chest to color his breath crimson, and so it was sprayed into the heart of the fog. And the smoke fled upon the dark, rainy night, leaving The Inn of The Red Moon forever.

The old woman stirred and suddenly sat up, blinking. Her bleary gaze fell upon Ikemasan and thoughts that were not her own filled her mind and moved her lips. "Who...who is The Red Wolf, master?"

The wise man knealt beside the inkeeper and took her trembling hands into his own. He smiled warmly, "He is a prince who was told a great lie, long ago. He was given a sword, a very evil sword, and a demon charged him to do vengence with it. A great injustice was done to both him and to the daimyo's bloodline that he seeks. For many years my family have raised warriors to fight this demon, for it is our vengence that he usurped for his own ends. I have banished the demon from this house. He can never come here again"

"What of the Inn? Will this end The Inn of The Red Moon?"

"Not if you sell better sake. Not if you hire better wenches." The wise man chuckled.

The old woman's eyes cleared, yet the spirits that had her, kept her mouth for a moment longer. "Will you slay the Prince? Will you slay Ookamiakaji?", she asked.

Once more Ikemasan smiled. "Only if I must, Haha. Only if I must..."

-end of part II

04-17-2007, 01:19 AM
awesome tale good work, as much as i love to write its always better to read :)

04-17-2007, 11:56 AM
You honor me with your interest. This whole second tale is written for you and Nimrook, and I am glad you are reading, because I am enjoying this foray into the life of The Red Wolf. Thank you.

I would love to read something of yours, (hint, hint)...?

I will have part III, the conclusion soon.


04-25-2007, 02:25 PM
Finally I had the time to read it all!!! Oh, well, great, GREAT story, I want to know what will happen, hehe, damn this Ikemasan, he's good! And the ninjas are dead now :saevil:
Poor old woman... She should have deposited her money at Santander or something like that, HSBC... Now, if RWlf dies... She'll lose everything! lol

your writing is good! I envy you, dammit!

and the thing about our story is still up with me :D

04-25-2007, 07:16 PM

You honor me greatly. I consider this high praise coming from you, my friend. Thank you!

Not all the ninjas are dead, but they will be dealt with in a surprising way during part III, the conclusion. I have only to proof and edit, and the tale will be finished.

I cannot wait to work a story up with you. What type of tale would you like to create? I am open to anything.

Thank you again, Heniuri Saito, you have made my day!


04-25-2007, 08:31 PM
Great story, great writing, very descriptive. I can't wait for episode 3.

04-26-2007, 10:10 AM
id love to write something my 3 ideas centre around samurai, bf 2142 and ofcourse warcraft (dont like wow anymore so dun ***** but wc3 owns DOTa FTW! :) if and when i write sumthin ill throw it on here.

as for now short thoughtful peom:

the silver bullet is my blade, my rifle its sheath, i see my target, i breath and draw my blade. the blade flashes and the enemy is dead. - sniper poem by water :) cant remember the original it was more haiku but that works, roshi, get more redwolf out there!

04-27-2007, 01:28 AM
Delerium, Water, and all who are enjoying this story...

Thank you. I can't express how much your enjoyment of Ookamiakaji's adventures nourishes and sustains me! Of all the things I have written lately, this tale is the one I most look forward to working on. The Red Wolf has become so much an important character in my life that I am now seeking an artist to render him in artworks. If anyone would like to try illustrating him, please post it! And when I get a decent rendering of him from outside this website, I will post it too.

Thank you so much. Part III very soon.


ps. Water, your little snippet of writing was very good! Expand on the sniper's haiku, please?

04-27-2007, 07:02 AM
wish i could draw and id give it a crack, if anyones played warcraft n knows wat pandaren are i kinda picture him like that but red, claws, and more bushy and wolflike in features.

glad ya liked it rosh ill give it a go when i can.

04-30-2007, 05:03 PM

Just want you all to know that I am in the process of selling the rights to 'Ookamiakaji' to a major animation studio. They have made me a great offer and are seeking to hire me to create a pilot for an anime series based on the copyrighted characters of 'The Red Wolf', 'Ikemasan, Yajirumaru and 'The Inn of The Red Moon'.

The third chapter of this story will still appear here, trademark notwithstanding, I must wait though, until the deal is struck in a week. However, the entire story of 'Chi-Kuroken' will have to be deleted once the pilot goes into production, (unless Eyes Out wants a piece of the action, heh). But I will let all of you know when and where the pilot (and series, if it comes to that) will appear and in what form, if any are still interested.

Thank you all so much for your interest and support, and please wish me luck!


05-01-2007, 05:34 PM
nice rosh! good work! hope we get free copies eh eh ;) lol if not better make sure we can buy em off the site cant get much anime over here well can but ehhh hard to explain thaTS WAT EBAY IS FOR! oops neways good work rosh all the best mate :) lucky ***** ur guna be rich hehe

05-03-2007, 02:09 PM
OCRAP! The hell with you! Is it a late april fool's !??! Hell yeah! Roshi pwnz0rD:! I envy you even more if this IS "tha real deal"! Even if don't... I still envy you, dammit!

Dammit, so if that's true there will have no chapter III here? :(

anyway I already got my original copy right here :D so if you do delete I still will be able to read it anyway! lol :D

ANyway, I'm up with everything, any sort of story I'm up with. Just... Think... That more samurai here is not THAT great because... there are already many, lol, I love them, but... You know, we need to change a bit... what about... a modern one? or maybe a futuristic? A WW(I/II) or just war story would be great, indeed, but... It is not that original, after all... let us have some "limitation" to medieval(japan/europe/or whatever), World War(both, or one of them...), another revolution after that, a ... 1990~2010 story, or a futuristic one :D oh well, I told almost all the ones we could, there are many more but... they usually suck.

do you have any other way of communication, friend?

05-04-2007, 01:23 AM
My friends,

Here is how it worked out. I used to be in advertising awhile back. Health concerns forced me to quit, but before I did I worked on an account for a shoe string operated comic book publisher. With some marketing and some PR we made that little comapny into a bigger company. While working on this account I met and befriended an artist who worked with that little company. A few weeks ago I recontacted that old artist buddy, looking for her to maybe do a quick illustration of Ookamiakaji. She is now working with an animation studio in LA and she told me that the studio was looking for some intellectual properties to work-up. I took the chapters on The Red Wolf, scratched up some back history, and made a quick script of all of it and submitted it. Because of my contact, The Red Wolf got bumped up the pile, and now I'm selling the idea.

Really it's because of my rollodex, not because this is all that good. But I have to thank all of you for your interest and support. If not for that, I wouldn't have written more and wouldn't have submitted it.

Even if I manage to sell, I'll still put up the final chapter. Though I'm selling the publishing rights et al., as long as I post it before anything is signed, no harm, no foul.

Thank you again, fair readers. The Red Wolf wouldn't even exist if not for you...

- Roshi

05-04-2007, 11:37 AM
Oh, so I'm happy I'll have my illegal copy of it :D Anyway, that's great for you! You did a great thing, my friend! I just... envy you more dammit D:< Great!

05-05-2007, 09:12 PM
awesome, that mean u can get out stories bumped up if we write any ;) (saitio start begging u fool i opened the window for u!!) lmao but seriously (seriously start askin him!!!) damn good story it deserves to be up there on the pile :) make us paid consultants to we rule :D good luck man all the best but cmon we need more red wolf in here!rename it and they wont kno :P once again all the best good luck!

ey i finished part of a 2142 story well the opening just wanted an opinion:

the year 2141, on the outskirts of berlin, a frozen burst of wind kicks up the snow through the frozen silent forest, 2 men quietly stalk the area,
a stick snaps breaking the silence and a rifle is fired, its echo bringing life back to the lifeless like a serenade, ironic that the shot also brought
down the last vestiges of life in the region, the two walk to their prey and collect a young male buck, starving and more skin and bone than actual meat.
the look at eachother "see son you wont find much out here, we should get back to the camp, still good shooting you will be a fine officer in the field"
the man turned and continued on his way back towards the training camp "you know father, i hear im being deployed further north into the cold, even all
you have taught me might not keep me alive" with the and a grunt the elder man followed back to the camp.

not sure its a great them to go on coz not everyone plays 2142 and will kno wat im talkin bout wat u rkn? then again could always change it but eh let me kno any advice u can give me on writing and such is appreciated

05-09-2007, 09:20 PM
Oh well, why not?

Hey Roshi, could we make ourselves my story official and we both get some money? :D And write more redwolf before it's too late !! WE WANT IT! WE WANT IT! WE WANT IT! lol

And water, that is really good ! just need further revision and correction but that's optional to the writer! lmfao And... eh... thank you water :D lmao

05-10-2007, 06:45 PM
eh i thought bout it dun like how i did it im a redo it as a mix of 2142 and command and conquer universes, and another story not about sniper but maybe a tank crew? eh and i wanna do a samurai one coz thats just pimp :) im just to lazy :(