Lord Hiroshi Shinokao Kazeyoke of House Stormholm

Basics

• Titles: Lord

• Dominion: Master of Coin

• Noble Orders: Order of the Torch

• Status: Living

I am called Hiroshi Shinokao and I was born the second son of a minor noble in the 74th Rishi of the Third Mireniamu following the Seventh Chumon.

The summer prior to my ascension through the trials of Otokorashi-sa the dark scourge of war was thrust upon the peaceful Empire which one day would become The Realm of Legend. At that time an Imperial edict was sent forth calling for every noble family to send a son to command the ranks of the Imperial army. Rather than allowing my eldest brother to step forward, I convinced our honorable mother to send me in his stead as my brother held within his bloodline the honor of our homestead.

During the war, I learned many skills and lessons which served me well in the preservation of my life. My bravery and valor allowed me to rapidly rise through the officer corps of the Imperial Army. Following the final armistice, I was offered a permanent position as a General to the Emperor himself. For the next 20 years, I served in that capacity surviving countless battles, until my eventual retirement.

Late one night as I journeyed back to my homeland which I had not seen for almost 3 decades I was brutally attacked by a warrior the likes of which I nor the world had ever experienced. Never before had I ever seen such an adversary, his armor seemed absolutely impervious to my onslaught and his blade flashed in the firelight with an unheard-of speed, power, and accuracy. Somehow, I still do not quite comprehend, I vanquished my foe, and as I sat gasping for air in a pool of my own sweat and my enemy’s blood I began to contemplate my future in the service of my eldest brother. I suddenly realized that I sat at an important crossroads. By donning my fallen adversary's armor and weapon I could build a new life for myself.

Little did I know just how true that thought would become. As I gathered up my newfound spoils and began my travels, not homeward, but into the Wildlands, I was soon accosted by a huge delegation of holy men who refused me passage.

These men explained that the warrior I had defeated and whose equipment I bore was the Previous Hiroshi Shinokao, which is the Prosperous Face of Death, and it was now my destiny to fulfill the ancient commission as the Grim Reaper of our land. That I was now and would forever be the Harvester of Souls in this realm. So it is that I now travel the land each night to glean those whose time on this mortal coil has come to an end.

That was over 573 years ago, and I continue to serve my people in this capacity, as I forever shall, until the end of time.