I don't mind if they are slow, just keep the ball rollin'. We can start with a bit of RP
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The sky was overcast, the thin cloud letting only a little light through as it framed the bleak landscape below. This land bore signs of a struggle long passed, its scars clearly visible to those familiar with war. Ichibe however could see more than most, as his eyes swept the small valley he could see the faded and corroded Jashin insigina upon the soil. He breathed deeply, the faint scent of old blood still lingering due to the sheer quantity that was draw forth. A great sacrifice to his Lord Jashin had been made here, the earth painted red with the life of the masses, truly worthy of their lord.
This marked the land as a holy place to the followers of Jashin, forever attuned to their ways it was a conduit for their lords will and would draw travellers such as he to pay homage. Standing between the colossal hands Ichibe bowed his head as he said a small prayer, his fingers fiddling over his prayer beads that he always carried with him.
Guide me Jashin-sama, reveal your will and it shall be done.