By Mark Kinney (alberich@iglou.com) (12 Nov 93)
Based off Remo Williams
The Masters continued to hire themselves out as assassins over the years, with imitators (according to those Masters) starting the various known martial arts. The Ninja are especially reviled, as a Japanese leader hired the Master of the time specifically so one of his men could watch him in action and learn the moves, and according to those in the know, the Master proclaimed that if any Ninja ever works with their face uncovered, then all Ninja would be slain.
As the years went by, and belief in magick of all sorts waned, the world called on Sinanju less and less, and by the time of the Second Idiocy of the Barbarian Nations, were practically forgotten. It is believed that the United States has the current Master on retainer, but whether this is true or not is unknown. The current master, Chiun, is known to be training an American, so this may in fact be the case.
The fact that there are only two official practitioners does not mean that it is impossible for others to learn. A former student of Chiun, Nuihc, rebelled and is known to have trained several others, and a family that were banished from Sinanju, the Wa, may train outsiders, but these would not be recognized by the Masters as members of the House of Sinanju.
The members of these groups who know the background often argue with members of the Akashic Brotherhood, as both believe their martial art is the original one. Practitioners of Sinanju disdain bladed weapons, and will not use guns at all.
Celestial Chorus: Occasionally, they are good clients.
Cult of Ecstacy: It is no wonder they smell so bad, reeking of their red meat and drugs. It will be the death of them.
Discordians: Sinanju was here when Eris was first worshiped. These are mere pretenders, destroying in her name.
Dreamspeakers: They must balance the outside with the inside.
Euthanatos: A good assassination is a public service. Mindless killing in the name of magick is murder.
Hollow Ones: They are nothing.
Order of Hermes: This was a popular target several hundred years ago.
Sons of Ether: They may mean well, but their toys, when not dangerous, are useless.
Trenchcoaters: A sad result of the First Idiocy of the Barbarian Nations. If they had remembered the value of a quality assassination, these need never have existed.
Verbena: Another favored client, although we abhor their practices.
Virtual Adepts: More toys? A true Master has no need for such things.
Wika: No blood, and they never hired us, but otherwise like the Verbena.