Yakama Indian Territory, Washington State, 1388 Snow was everywhere, falling in thick clouds and blanketing the forest floor in a spectacular show of pure white. Yet, Kaiyiya Hilaku saw nothing but his prey. A massive elk trotting through the underbrush, shaking leaves and branches alike with its massive antlers. It was massive, and would feed Kai's family all week. He moved easily in the branches he was perched in, pulling his bow off his back and nocking an arrow to the bow string. The goose feather fletchings grazed his cheek as he drew the bow back, the muscles in his back and arms moving smoothly with the familiar action. He sighted on instinct, because one didn't simply aim with a bow. Satisfied with himself, he let the arrow fly with a "twang," the missile flying rapidly through the forest environment, unimpeded. It struck the deer halfway down its body, and instantly collapsed. Straight through the heart, and a perfect shot. With a smile of satisfaction, Kaiyiya jumped from the branches and landed gracefully in the snow, not making so much as a whisper of sound. Making his way to his kill, he unsheathed the Bowie knife from his hip. A simple pleasure, and a gift from Lance himself. It made Kai's life a lot easier when it came to skinning kills. Crouching down next to the deer, his faithful companion Luna trotted out of the brush and sat next to him. She was his backup plan in case he missed..he was rarely in need of a backup plan. As soon as his blade met the deer hide, he felt a familiar pulling sensation, like his being was being ripped through reality. Kai sheathed the knife and groaned, turning to Luna. "Lance is gonna owe us a new kill, isn't he Luna?" His companion simply growled in agreement, never one for dimensional travel. Moments later, the two were pulled through time and space to god knows where, leaving 1388 Washington and a perfectly good elk behind. https://imgur.com/a/6vh4K ~~~ British Coastline, 750 A.D. "Get those oars and sails ready boys!" Captain Bjorke Fallöran yelled in his booming voice to his crew, who were rapidly getting his ship Wolfwind ready for launch. He was currently running with a chest of valuables over one shoulder, watching arrows thud into the dirt to either side of him as he hauled towards his ship, which his crew was lowering the ramp to. "I thought you Brits were supposed to be a good shot?!" He called taunting, but not daring to look over his shoulder. It had been a successful raiding of Britain's coastline, where most of them had gotten back to the ship with their loot. Yet, the ever reckless Bjorke chose to stay and grab one more chest, a chest that he'd heard contained something invaluable. Which had led them to the situation he was in now, having arrows fired at him by British archers. Bjorke finally made it up the ramp, stumbling and sprawling across the deck with the chest hitting the wood and sliding, arrows still being fired and thudding into planks around them. The crew had gotten the ramp up in what was record time, sails unfurled and oars working to get them off the coast. A few short minutes later they were out of range, and Bjorke was clapping men on the back for a job well done, while most looked like they'd just rode the worst rollercoaster of their lives. "We made out like bandits today didn't we boys? Well, I suppose we are bandits." Bjorke said with a booming laugh, surveying their prizes. Jewels, wine, tapestries, furs, and many other valuables. Yet, the real prize was what was in the chest he'd almost gotten turned into a pincushion for. He knelt on the deck, undoing the latches when he felt a familiar tugging sensation. "Dammit Lance!" He yelled, turning to his second in command, Jarlak, as he felt his hands fade into time and space. "Whatever is in this box Jarlak, sell it!" He yelled, before being dragged into the fabric of reality. https://imgur.com/a/zwU6r ~~ Cairo, Egypt, 1800 B.C. She'd been waiting in this guy's house for an hour. She was tired, sore, she wanted to slit his throat and be over with it. Talia Dendara was currently perched in the rafters of an Egyptian nobles house, knife out and ready to put the blade in the guy's throat. It was a curved blade, similar to a Khopesh but smaller and dagger sized. The Pharaoh had put her up to this, and as his personal assassin, she couldn't very well refuse. She'd never had problems with being one, but situations like this made her wanna put her knife in the Pharaoh's throat. She was perched In an awkward position among the noble's uneven rafters. A noble who was under suspicion that he was planning to usurp the Pharaoh's throne. It was all rumors, but when the most powerful man in Egypt told you to stab someone, you asked where. She was waiting for him to get back from an evening of drinking, so when he came stumbling in covered in wine there'd be no fight. The issue was she was doubting if he'd ever come home, because she'd been sitting there for an hour and her legs were cramping. A thud interrupted her thoughts and made her readjust her grip on her dagger, signaling the arrival of her target. The man came stumbling into his main room, covered in wine as expected. Dressed in silks that didn't do much to flatter his..overflowing frame, Talia could do nothing but shake her head. There was nothing royal about this guy. That didn't matter though, it wasn't her call to make. As she dropped from the beam, holding on by her hands, she felt her body ripple and being tugged. She growled, Lance really had impeccable timing. She dropped to the floor without making a sound, but her hands she could see were already fading. Attempting anyway, she lunged at the man's neck with a wide slash, only to be interrupted by being transported into another dimension. https://imgur.com/a/Pq2vr ~~ The three warriors from their respective times and places were all thrown from their homes, into the land of the Dojo. Kaiyiya and Luna, on the border of the woods. Bjorke, on the beach. And Talia, the edge of the desert to the South of the Dojo. None of the three knew the others were there, but who would be the first to greet the displaced arrivals? (OPEN AF)