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immortalmarshal[Long has Cor lived by his blade, and being forced to flee his homeland hasn't changed that one bit. He is very ashamed, however, that he ended up obeying that order to flee instead of staying behind to fight by his lord's side, as the honor code of Samurai dictates. If only they could've found a way to defeat Prince Zenos, or even delay his coming long enough to at least save Lord Kaien...!
But by the time they arrived in these strange lands, that sense of shame has faded, now that his need to defend his fellow refugees reared its head on the road. He found some small sense of purpose this way, even as these Scions help them find a new home in their realm - Mor Dhona. It feels...grounding, to know that he and his people have roofs over their heads again, beds to sleep in, food to fill their bellies...
And yet, Cor feels adrift for the first time since the Garlean invasion, all those years ago in his youth. There is no lord to serve, he has no means to craft or gather well enough to make a decent living, and he never had the patience nor skill to spy on people from the shadows. He is no shinobi, and sees no reason to become one even now. But the Scions...they always need more help from those willing to give it, especially from those who call themselves 'adventurers'...
And he owes them for taking his people in. His code of honor demands such debts to be repaid. Which is why he shocks them one day by marching up to the Rising Stones and offering up his blade in their service, freely and willingly. A quick explanation of the way of the Samurai, however, seems to set any wariness aside as they eventually accept his offer of servitude.
Which is why he's standing next to their coinkeeper, Tataru, as they all wait for a certain warrior of theirs return to this place upon Minfilia's request. He has been tested with a minor mission the prior week, and is pleased that he appears to have passed it with flying colors. But now, they seem eager to pair him up with someone he least expected to meet so very soon:
The Warrior of Light, their champion...]
But by the time they arrived in these strange lands, that sense of shame has faded, now that his need to defend his fellow refugees reared its head on the road. He found some small sense of purpose this way, even as these Scions help them find a new home in their realm - Mor Dhona. It feels...grounding, to know that he and his people have roofs over their heads again, beds to sleep in, food to fill their bellies...
And yet, Cor feels adrift for the first time since the Garlean invasion, all those years ago in his youth. There is no lord to serve, he has no means to craft or gather well enough to make a decent living, and he never had the patience nor skill to spy on people from the shadows. He is no shinobi, and sees no reason to become one even now. But the Scions...they always need more help from those willing to give it, especially from those who call themselves 'adventurers'...
And he owes them for taking his people in. His code of honor demands such debts to be repaid. Which is why he shocks them one day by marching up to the Rising Stones and offering up his blade in their service, freely and willingly. A quick explanation of the way of the Samurai, however, seems to set any wariness aside as they eventually accept his offer of servitude.
Which is why he's standing next to their coinkeeper, Tataru, as they all wait for a certain warrior of theirs return to this place upon Minfilia's request. He has been tested with a minor mission the prior week, and is pleased that he appears to have passed it with flying colors. But now, they seem eager to pair him up with someone he least expected to meet so very soon:
The Warrior of Light, their champion...]
