Steel Village

 
 
Captain: Iken Namikaze (Cobdogred)

Flag:

Steel Village Flag:

Ship:

• Dingy
  
• Ragnell
  

 
Ship Funds: 12,227,332 Belli
 
Equipment and Supplies:

Shipwright
• Hammer
  
• Saw
  
• Measuring Tape
  
• Leveling Tool
  
• Pry Bar
  
• Sanders
  
• Three Crates of Nails(endless)
  
• Bucket of Glue(endless)
  
• Wooden Planks(endless)
  
  Medical
  
• Bandages(endless): 1
  
• Scalpels - Five Piece Set: 1
  
• Morphine/Pain Meds(endless): 1
  
• Antidote Supplies(medium strength): 1
  

 
Side: Pirates/Revolutionaries
 

Steel Village Code:

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
The Steel Village was a small uncharted island in a remote area of East Blue.  On the island lived a nation of people independent of the World Government and all of the problems it wrought.  In fact the island, some claim was a breeding ground for warriors specifically made to fight such organizations by an ancient group.  Long since had that been forgotten by those living on the island, their culture kept the preparations alive; unknowingly guiding them to their eventual doom.

Captain Iken Namikaze, was born twenty some years before the destruction of the village.  He was raised in the ways of the sword by a caretaker since the age of five.  As he was expected to succeed his father as the Chieftain of the village, his training was especially grueling; nearly killing him on several occasions.  Iken wasn't the only one to receive the training, however; his cousin, a few years his younger also went through the same process.  Unfortunately, before Iken or Derge could finish their training a war broke out; fracturing the village.  A battle between a group of marines and an infamous pirate crew spilled upon the backwater island.

The Steel Village did not recognize the sovereignty of the marines any more than that of the pirates causing the three way deadlock.  A war drug on for nearly a year before the marines and pirate were finally beaten down and captured by the inhabitants of the island.  The toll the short skirmish took on the island was great; it turned youths training to become adults into hardened warriors; that are if they survived at all.  It was no different for Iken, who had been on his final year of training when the island was invaded.  

Shortly after the end of the war, the people of the nation began to rebuild.  A makeshift version of the village and repairs to the intact portion that remained were done quickly.  The first thing that was built was a specialized platform for execution.  All of the surviving marines and pirates were stuck in pillory the day they were brought to trial.  A large group of villagers shown up in front of the stocks and watched as the village Chief handed down a guilty verdict, and an order of execution for all non-villagers involved in the battles.  It was decided that the Captain of the pirates and the Rear Admiral that lead the marines were to be saved for last so that they can watch as their crews are executed.  

In the many battles that took places the so called cursed blade was lost to both the pirates and marines.  A young villager had found it, unaware the death sentence possessing the sword would bring.  A large grave was dug into the sandy beach, right in front of the soon to be decided.  Soon, all but the leaders of the two crews had been executed.  The bodies of both marine and pirate were thrown in a mass grave like discarded rubbish.  It disgusted the Rear Admiral to see his men being discarded in the same fashion as the pirates, but he had not the strength to do anything about it.  That was until the marine seen the blade attached to Iken's belt.  A sudden rage caused adrenaline to pump through the man's body, giving him enough power to break free his restraints.

Pushing through the crowd to get a better view, Iken stepped into the view of the two doom men.  Their eyes widened as they seen a mere boy with the sword, that they and their comrades fought and died over.  The pirate's face grew bright and he smiled a deep smile before he let out a deep and bright laugh.  The marine however didn't think it was so funny, his face shown a scowl with a death stare towards Iken that petrified the young man.  With a surge of power the once powerful admiral, weakened by starvation and general mistreatment in the prison used the last reserves of his strength.  The marine broke his shackles and took one of the executioner’s scythes slaying the man in the process.  The hope of freedom seemed to give the man a second wind, he performed another what, Iken would have called a death stare.  This time the entire crowd save a few passed out from seer will power from the marine.  Iken found himself with his blade sticking out of his shoulder, it would seem that he instinctively had stabbed himself to prevent himself from passing out.  Despite the brave act of self-mutilation the young man found himself once again petrified in fear of the attacker.  

Blood shot out splattering all over the ground as the marines scythe hit the chest of its target causing a fatal blow.  Both the Rear Admiral and Iken's father fall to the ground.  Iken's father breathed his last as blood bubbled out of his mouth; the marine looked out at Iken.  He had fallen from exhaustion, malnutrition, and overexertion from his last stunt.  Iken looked at the once great man on his knees and then at his father dead in a pool of his own blood.  A shadow of darkness spread across Iken's face as the sword he wielded tasted blood once again.  The once great marines head rolled on the ground as his body fell from its kneeling position.  Just as the act of evil had taken Iken's innocence, a group of marine marched into the village looking for their own.  Seeing he execution platform, Iken killing a high ranking officer with the cursed sword all reason left the mind of the marines.  They attack with furry killing woman and children as well as the men all in an attempt to take revenge and the sword.  A group of marksmen huddled together loading their rifles before the all shot at one target.  All five of the men hit Iken riddling him full of bullet holes.

Blood poured from the many injuries as the young man slowly fell unconscious to the ground.  Even after it all went dark he could still hear, smell and feel the battle raging on.  A few more moments passed until Iken couldn't feel anything anymore, it was all gone.  Warmth bathed Iken's face as something bright shown through his eye lids.  Slowly opening his eyes Iken soon realized it was much too bright to see, everything was a bright white.  However the man's eyes began to readjust and it turned out only to be the sun shining down on his face.  Looking to his sides he could see he was on a small boat with a man wearing a flash red jacket.  The man had a dark black hair that was in a ponytail, he was very thin and sickly looking.  It was none other than the pirate that Iken had seen on the execution platform.  Looking back at Iken as he moved slightly in a weak attempt to get up, the man spoke.  "You've been out of it for three weeks boy, I was about ready to start chowing down on yurr'ass.  Oh well I guess I can't do that now...get some rest."  As soon as the man finished Iken was out once again.  

When Iken woke up next he and the pirate had landed on a small island.  Despite its size it provided more than enough for the two to survive on.  In the next two years the pirate took the boy as his own and trained him in the way of the sword.  He also taught him the knowledge he had obtained from all of his travels on the Grandline.  With the pirate as a father to him, Iken almost forgot how much he hated pirates for bringing the battle to his old village.  However Iken's dark side never did truly go away and his hate for marine and pirates alike stayed its course.  When Iken's 19th birthday rolled around the pirate showed Iken something, it was the Dark Crusade the blade Iken long ago had claimed for himself.  With the gift or maybe curse bestowed upon the young man he set out to conquer the East Blue and form or join a crew before heading for the Grandline.  Two weeks later Iken returned as the old pirate's death rattle set in.  For the first time in the history of the sword, the person in its possession didn't die a terrible death.  This was all due to the kindness deep inside a man with a devilish dark side, it seemed even the looming darkness wouldn't slow down such a powerful will.

 
 
 
 

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