Stubby little mini sheet and a tale about one my character's many exploits in her original world.

[hider=Hashinau-I and the Mountain][hr][CENTER][h2][color=9e0b0f]H A S H I N A U - I ,   M I S T R E S S   O F   B L A D E S[/color][/h2][/CENTER]
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[sub]Art by [url=https://twitter.com/Cy_lindric]Juliette[/url][/sub][/center]
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[sub][b][color=9e0b0f]C H A R A C T E R   I N F O R M A T I O N[/color][/b][/sub]

[indent][sup][b][color=9e0b0f]Name[/color][/b] - Hashinau-I, also known as, The Mistress of Blades, Sword Sage, Thousand Army Killer, Mountain-Cutter, Swordsman's Doom. 

[b][color=9e0b0f]Gender[/color][/b] - Female.

[b][color=9e0b0f]Age[/color][/b] -  120

[b][color=9e0b0f]Height[/color][/b] - 4 foot and 9 inches.

[b][color=9e0b0f]Class[/color][/b] - Sword Art Wielder.

[b][color=9e0b0f]Soul Type[/color][/b] - Hot Black Flame.[/sup][/indent][/cell][cell][sub][color=9e0b0f][b]H A S H I N A U - I   A N D   T H E   M O U N T A I N[/b][/color][/sub]

[indent]There is an old tale told in Koshi'ni Highlands, peculiar to the local people there, who have inhabited those lands for countless aeons, of how the Great Mountain, Kuraka-Ko, came to be known as the Split Peak. Today, the Great Mountain is cut down the middle by the Gorge of Tenshai, through which the famous river of the same name now flows. But according to the Koshi'nin this was not always the case.

Long ago, before the arrival of our Great and Bountiful Empire (long may it prosper), when a hundred squabbling pretty kings ruled and warred in these lands, the mountain of Kuraka-Ko was whole. There was no gorge cut through this highest of peaks, and the river Tenshai instead snaked its way through the wide valleys around its base. 

In those long ago chaotic days, a stranger came to the lands of the Koshi'nin. A warrior woman from the lowlands below, a mercenary who had fought under the banner of every king and who had bathed so long in the blood of a hundred armies that it had stained her hair the brightest red. Her lips were stained blue from the smoking of Oolachi leaves, and she carried a fine nikishi pipe of bronze and rosewood.

This stranger was Hashinau-I, the Mistress of Blades, the greatest wielder of the Sword Arts to have ever lived, who you no doubt know from countless other stories.

Hashinau-I had grown tired of fighting the wars of men, for men were too easy to slay and she desired a stronger opponent. The villagers, fearful of invoking the terrible wrath of the Sword Sage, delicately told her that there were no worthy opponents to be found amongst them. Hashinau-I only smiled, and told them she had not come to fight any of them.

She had come to slay a mountain.[/indent][/cell][/row][/table][indent]At first the villagers thought that Hashinau-I was joking, but as her face darkened at their laughter, they quickly realised that she was perfectly serious. Privately they decided that the great swords woman must have lost her mind. But they could ill afford to make an enemy of Hashinau-I, who had once slew the Titan or Yrre with nothing more than sharpened finger nail, so they humoured her, and gave the great warrior their hospitality.

Hashinau-I took up residence on the great peak of Kuraka-Ko, living as a hermit in a little cave below the summit. The people of Koshi'ni would make offerings to her, but seldom did the Sword Sage come down from her mountain. When emissaries from the petty kings below sought her out so that she would take up her blade once more in their service, she sent them away in disappointment, occasionally missing a few of their limbs if she thought they had been particularly disrespectful.

For the first three years, she wandered the surface of the mountain. Getting to know every feature of its sloping sides, its forests and streams, every rock and every crag, how the wind blew against it in the winter, how the sun warmed its flanks in spring. When she knew every blade of grass and every pebble on the mountain, Hashinau-I went back into her cave and started to dig. 

She used the sword that she had cut down countless men with to dig a tunnel deep into the back of the cave. Scarce did she emerge from the tunnel, and few of the villagers were brave enough to enter to see it from themselves. Those that did said that she had dug her way deep into the heart of the mountain. Scraping away at the dirt and rocks for years and years until her sword was ground down to just the stump of a blade, its edge incomparably fine. 

Finally, when Hashinau-I had reached the very centre of the mountain, she carved a small chamber there and sat and meditated. For thirty days and thirty nights she sat in complete darkness, unblinking, heart beat and breathing slowed to the point of near death. 

On the thirty first day she emerged from her cave, walked down from the mountain, turned her broken blade to it, and [i]cut.[/i]

And the mountain split in two.

Before she left one of the villagers asked Hashinau-I how she had done it. How could one woman cut a mountain in half with the stump of a broken blade? Hashinau-I had only smiled enigmatically as she had puffed blue smoke from her nikiseri pipe and said: 

"To cut a thing, one must understand it. It took me three years to understand the surface of the mountain, and many more to understand what lay beneath it. But the most difficult part is learning to [i]think[/i] like a mountain." 

Hashinau-I never visited Koshi'ni again, but she would go on to have many other adventures, and cut many more things. To this day, however, there is still a shrine dedicated in Hashinau-I's honour that can be found at the mouth of the Tenshai Gorge, where the entrance of to her cave could once be found.[/indent][/hider]