The Forsaken One
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Creamsteak
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Sollir Furryfoot said:
Are you talking to me?
The Forsaken One
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He means the info about the guy who wee were all following who delivered the letters but we lost track of and only he could track with the eye so that is what he means and if you could mail it to him =]
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The Forsaken One
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A strong gust of wind blows through the opening in the roof and as it lifts up the old womans hair she looks up at the opening through which she can see the air in surprise. Then with as great haste as her old body could bare she steps forward.
"You must all excuse me.. dire matters have come to my attention and need my own personal dedication, attention and skill.... A good day to you all.. I suppose we'll be seeing eachother again soon."
And with a deep bow to all the representatives, and after a long look at the Phoenix Daimo even at the representative of Miir she shapes into a giant eagle and with a shriek of goodbye she takes off through the hole and into the setting sun baring great speed.
"You must all excuse me.. dire matters have come to my attention and need my own personal dedication, attention and skill.... A good day to you all.. I suppose we'll be seeing eachother again soon."
And with a deep bow to all the representatives, and after a long look at the Phoenix Daimo even at the representative of Miir she shapes into a giant eagle and with a shriek of goodbye she takes off through the hole and into the setting sun baring great speed.
As panic seizes the Empire, and its Daimyos meet and discuss things, another event occurs that might be better noticed, in more peaceful times.
A small fleet of six ships, (rumors of which have circulated for a small time now) anchor themselves on the coast of Southern Zamede, near a small fishing village. Almost immediately, a small rowboat is lowered from one, and quickly comes ashore. From it quickly emerge a tall pale man clad in black, a more recognizable gaijin, who seems to serve as a translator, and two shorter men, clad in black, who carry what look like long sewing needles. On the whole it is an eerie group, their pallor somewhat indicitive of corpses. The tall man pulls out a long golden rod, capped with a strange curvy symbol. He plants it in the ground, and begins to make what seems to be a rather enthusiastic speech about it--at least the tall man is enthusiastic about it, while the other two seem somewhat less so. The translator makes a go at giving a word-for-word translation of the speech, then finally gives up and makes do with a summary. The gist of it appears to be as follows--this stick is pretty special. Anyone who follows this stick, will get a large reward. All in all, it is one marvelous stick. A trio of particularly daring young fishermen go forward, half-jokingly, and place their hands on the stick, and make long-winded oaths of loyalty to it. The tall man seems delighted, and walks out to the ocean, then turns and beckons them to follow. The three do so doing, wondering when the afore-mentioned reward will come. They are thus entirely startled when the tall man takes each of them in turn by the shoulders, shouts some words at them, then dunks them in the water. After a moment, during which he shouts more words, the tall man pulls the man up, and kisses them on the forehead. The startled fishermen walk back to the shore, coughing up seawater, and throwing back resentful glances to the tall man. The tall man then speaks a little more, and then, apparently satisfied, gets back in his boat, and rows back to his ship, taking his magic stick with him.
After a few days, opinion in the village remains split as to whether the man was a ghost, or some kind of lunatic. Both sides agree that he was not a normal man. After all, what normal man goes around dunking people in the water, and making them swear loyalty to a stick? Still, several days pass, and the man is not seen again.
The ships however remain anchored in the harbor. One night, another rowboat goes ashore, and hires a horseman to deliver a message to the capital. Aside from that, the ships simply sit there, quiet and enigmatic...
A small fleet of six ships, (rumors of which have circulated for a small time now) anchor themselves on the coast of Southern Zamede, near a small fishing village. Almost immediately, a small rowboat is lowered from one, and quickly comes ashore. From it quickly emerge a tall pale man clad in black, a more recognizable gaijin, who seems to serve as a translator, and two shorter men, clad in black, who carry what look like long sewing needles. On the whole it is an eerie group, their pallor somewhat indicitive of corpses. The tall man pulls out a long golden rod, capped with a strange curvy symbol. He plants it in the ground, and begins to make what seems to be a rather enthusiastic speech about it--at least the tall man is enthusiastic about it, while the other two seem somewhat less so. The translator makes a go at giving a word-for-word translation of the speech, then finally gives up and makes do with a summary. The gist of it appears to be as follows--this stick is pretty special. Anyone who follows this stick, will get a large reward. All in all, it is one marvelous stick. A trio of particularly daring young fishermen go forward, half-jokingly, and place their hands on the stick, and make long-winded oaths of loyalty to it. The tall man seems delighted, and walks out to the ocean, then turns and beckons them to follow. The three do so doing, wondering when the afore-mentioned reward will come. They are thus entirely startled when the tall man takes each of them in turn by the shoulders, shouts some words at them, then dunks them in the water. After a moment, during which he shouts more words, the tall man pulls the man up, and kisses them on the forehead. The startled fishermen walk back to the shore, coughing up seawater, and throwing back resentful glances to the tall man. The tall man then speaks a little more, and then, apparently satisfied, gets back in his boat, and rows back to his ship, taking his magic stick with him.
After a few days, opinion in the village remains split as to whether the man was a ghost, or some kind of lunatic. Both sides agree that he was not a normal man. After all, what normal man goes around dunking people in the water, and making them swear loyalty to a stick? Still, several days pass, and the man is not seen again.
The ships however remain anchored in the harbor. One night, another rowboat goes ashore, and hires a horseman to deliver a message to the capital. Aside from that, the ships simply sit there, quiet and enigmatic...
The Forsaken One
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At dawn you are greeted by quite a large host of Mantis ships, all quite ready for the fight..... the 2 dozen large, slim boats surround the small fleet and the lead ship of the small Mantis task force head into the bay and there comes alongside one of the boats, it's deck filled with Archers, shugenja and dual kama wielding sailors and... an old elderly woman who is quite envigorated and dressed in elaborate red and orange robes, clearly a shugenja.
"Hail strangers, state your buiseness for you are sailing our waters!"
And with a glance at the strange weapons and strange dressing the old woman casts a few spells and then inquires again for their buiseness and their.. trade...
"Hail strangers, state your buiseness for you are sailing our waters!"
And with a glance at the strange weapons and strange dressing the old woman casts a few spells and then inquires again for their buiseness and their.. trade...
The Forsaken One
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"Welcome to the shining jewel of this part of the world, the Emerald Empire! May it's sun of hope and glory never set!"
With those words she makes a slight bow to the stranger.
"I notice your Rokugan isn't polished that well! But that is of no problem."
And with those words she casts a spell.
"Now you can speak in your native tongue and we'll understand eachother, please come further. Let me welcome you at this ship and let us enjoy the accomodations it has to offer..."
As she steps aside...
"This faith you speak of.. tell me more, I am intrigued and this symbol.. I haven't ever seen it before. Please come and tell me more! Those gifts will be of later notice, please tell me all! Stories and histories are facinating...."
(Presuming the man follows the elderly woman who introduces herself as Moshi Juiko, head of the Moshi Family of clan Mantis.)
"I am grieved that I must inform you that the emperor is no longer alive and that the whole empire is shocked and grieved at the word of his loss. He was taken from us by a lowly demon who has slain him in a cowardly act, without honor. So it saddens me to inform you that you will have to attend to your gifts yourself for a while longer. And you are lucky that you encountered us first... the other clans and families aren't as tolerant to your kind... you Gajin as we call you, as we call all non-rokugani. But I'm keeping you.. please tell, do tell about yourself, about the Faith and your history and what you are comming for here! And where did you learn that bit of Rokugan? You really intrigue me Gautier! Don't let me stop you please tell!"
And with it she walks him into the interior of she ship where the gues is treated with respect and offered the most delicious spices and food that clan Mantis has to offer.
With those words she makes a slight bow to the stranger.
"I notice your Rokugan isn't polished that well! But that is of no problem."
And with those words she casts a spell.
"Now you can speak in your native tongue and we'll understand eachother, please come further. Let me welcome you at this ship and let us enjoy the accomodations it has to offer..."
As she steps aside...
"This faith you speak of.. tell me more, I am intrigued and this symbol.. I haven't ever seen it before. Please come and tell me more! Those gifts will be of later notice, please tell me all! Stories and histories are facinating...."
(Presuming the man follows the elderly woman who introduces herself as Moshi Juiko, head of the Moshi Family of clan Mantis.)
"I am grieved that I must inform you that the emperor is no longer alive and that the whole empire is shocked and grieved at the word of his loss. He was taken from us by a lowly demon who has slain him in a cowardly act, without honor. So it saddens me to inform you that you will have to attend to your gifts yourself for a while longer. And you are lucky that you encountered us first... the other clans and families aren't as tolerant to your kind... you Gajin as we call you, as we call all non-rokugani. But I'm keeping you.. please tell, do tell about yourself, about the Faith and your history and what you are comming for here! And where did you learn that bit of Rokugan? You really intrigue me Gautier! Don't let me stop you please tell!"
And with it she walks him into the interior of she ship where the gues is treated with respect and offered the most delicious spices and food that clan Mantis has to offer.
Gautier steps nimbly beside her, a smile spreading over his thin features.
"La! Civilized folk! It is well, at last, to meet folk as versed in the Ars Magna, as we of the Faith!" He gives a nervous laugh. "And while I thank you for the--assistance--I am aware of such measures myself, and still prefer the--fuller understanding one get's by mastering a foreign tongue..."
He walks beside her for awhile, his hand kept tightly on his staff. "Now, if it is history you want, than you have asked the right man, for in my service to the Faith, I have studied greatly, so that in the struggles of great men, I may see the clear hand of Providence, in which we mortals divine the will of the One. I am from the lands of the Faith--a land of many kingdoms, all small and petty, but united by the one Thing Greater--the Faith. It rules the heart of all who dwell there, both great and small. Yea, though the claim of each duke, each king, each Emperor be ignored by his neighbors, none ignore the power of the Faith." He bites his lip worriedly at that. "Though, some are beginning to, I fear..."
Gautier's expression, up 'til now one of sunny optimism clouds. However, after a moment, his expression brightens. "Still, it is about myself you wish to know--yes? Well, I am a small enough matter--a simple Brother of the Faith, born and raised in the holy city of Palatine, where the One guided me to serve Him under his holy symbol, the fleur-de-lys. I have studied, and learned much, and, through what small authority I have, have managed to get permission for this Holy Emissary, to your great and august land. For, you see my lady, this is an exciting time, for we of the Faith. Great leaps in learning allow us to send our ships out farther and faster than ever before, to see new lands, and bring them the salvation of the Truth, of the Faith. The places I have seen, coming here--you would not believe me, madame, you would not believe me."
Gautier turns to her. "Still, if it seems my mission to the Emperor will be delayed--would you wish to partake of the gift of salvation, madame? The power of the Faith is eternal, and it alone keeps at bay the darkness..."
"La! Civilized folk! It is well, at last, to meet folk as versed in the Ars Magna, as we of the Faith!" He gives a nervous laugh. "And while I thank you for the--assistance--I am aware of such measures myself, and still prefer the--fuller understanding one get's by mastering a foreign tongue..."
He walks beside her for awhile, his hand kept tightly on his staff. "Now, if it is history you want, than you have asked the right man, for in my service to the Faith, I have studied greatly, so that in the struggles of great men, I may see the clear hand of Providence, in which we mortals divine the will of the One. I am from the lands of the Faith--a land of many kingdoms, all small and petty, but united by the one Thing Greater--the Faith. It rules the heart of all who dwell there, both great and small. Yea, though the claim of each duke, each king, each Emperor be ignored by his neighbors, none ignore the power of the Faith." He bites his lip worriedly at that. "Though, some are beginning to, I fear..."
Gautier's expression, up 'til now one of sunny optimism clouds. However, after a moment, his expression brightens. "Still, it is about myself you wish to know--yes? Well, I am a small enough matter--a simple Brother of the Faith, born and raised in the holy city of Palatine, where the One guided me to serve Him under his holy symbol, the fleur-de-lys. I have studied, and learned much, and, through what small authority I have, have managed to get permission for this Holy Emissary, to your great and august land. For, you see my lady, this is an exciting time, for we of the Faith. Great leaps in learning allow us to send our ships out farther and faster than ever before, to see new lands, and bring them the salvation of the Truth, of the Faith. The places I have seen, coming here--you would not believe me, madame, you would not believe me."
Gautier turns to her. "Still, if it seems my mission to the Emperor will be delayed--would you wish to partake of the gift of salvation, madame? The power of the Faith is eternal, and it alone keeps at bay the darkness..."
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Upon hearing the rumors of the strange ships and the ritual, Isawa Akahita takes the neccessary steps to visit the site of the landing.
Along with Shiba Temuro, he comes to the ships and requests an audience with the man who he hears is called Gautier.
Along with Shiba Temuro, he comes to the ships and requests an audience with the man who he hears is called Gautier.
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