(IRR) The Rokugan IR Turn 0 Thread

[Creamsteak]

Outside of the conference, a lone figure stands at the gates. Wearing a heavy brown hooded robe, the guards can just make out that his features seem to be chisiled from stone, rather than flesh. He walks up to one of the guards and speaks in a rasping, withered sounding voice, not unlike the wind moving through trees, despite his obvious vitality, "I am an emmisary from the Suel Empire, with a gift for the head of this place..." moving his hand towards the hilt of a jeweled katana handle at his side, "...and a mesage for the conference members."

Just let me say this: Ignoring a new guest can be a very... bad idea.

 

[The Forsaken One]

[ooC: MirC is taking care of that IC follows /OOC]

 

[Festy_Dog]

Akira sits in the conference, awaiting the words of the brown robed figure. His face carries an expression of attentiveness and interest.

 

[Knight Otu]

"It is a very dangerous step, I agree, but a step that we have to take. The outcome is very important."
With that, he follows Moshi Juiko back to Gautier.

At the conference, the rest of the Phoenix delegation, including the former clan daimyo Shiba Tsukune, look at the newcomer, wondering why all these gaijin are coming at this time that the Emperor had died. "Speak, gaijin. What do you bring?"

 

[Lichtenhart]

Gaheris feels rage boil within him; instead of worrying about the Empire, how to join the Clans forces to find the missing heirs, how to avenge our beloved Emperor's death and how to discover who sent those letters, the Clans representatives find honorable and useful to quarrel about trading agreements?! He is about to explode again when Tadaji comes back, making a gesture to him. The Khan offers then to the Ide daimyo his arm, allowing him to communicate in the secret war language of the Unicorns who use only touch, instead of sounds that may reverberate in the desert plains. After Tadaji referred his message in this silent way, Gaheris look caught in his thoughts, and he awakes only went the Mantis talk about the enemies that took the Unicorn's women and their honor. Then he laughs. He laughs heartily and for quite a long time.
"I don't expect a people who live on the sea to know or understand the Burning Sands, Mantis, but let me tell you just a thing. The Unicorn has only one enemy now. We have no ancient enemy, or anyway nobody alive. Probably you've heard about the Yobanjin or the Senpet, that have learned not to attack us any more."
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"Since nobody has spoken then the Unicorn will gladly organize the Emerald Test. We'll have it at the Plains of Thunder as tradition wants. Two weeks from now. Sixteen candidates, no more than two from the same clan."
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"So you've got a message for us? It's good to see someone delivering messages by person today. Please do it, messenger. It will surely be important for you to make such a long travel."

 

[Mr. Draco]

Walking further into the conference room, the robed figure pulls his hood back to reveal his face. Those looking at him notice something strange about his eyes, or rather his lack of eyes. His eyesockets are shrouded in a cloak of black, darker than the darkest night. Regardless of this, any trying detect no taint.

He reaches inside of his robes, pulling out a map, unfurling it, it shows a land wreathed in forest and mountains, with a coastline serving as its southern border, and a vast track of flat land in the east, beyond the mountains.

"This is the Suel Empire, ruled by Kas the Ascendant. I am a Onterax, a Herald of the Empire. Recently, rumors have come to our land regarding an 'Emerald Empire.' We believe the rumors to have come from this place. And Kas is curious about this land. Your culture, your ruling system, your knowledge. Do not take my words as a request for an alliance. The Suel Throne stands strong, and such possibilities should be best left for when you have earned our trust, as I assume you would have us do also. Perhaps we can come to a trade agreement, but then again, perhaps not. Whichever way fate turns to, it is the wish of Kas that we begin with an attempt to understand each other better. For, to me, your culture is an alien thing, much like mine would look to you. So, please forgive me if I commit a faux pas."

He turns around, looking (or at least appearing to look at) each representative in turn.

"Who is the master of this place? I have come bearing a gift of appreciation for him for allowing us entrance to begin negotiations." He unlatches a Katana from his belt. Holding it before him, its wooden handle and sheath filled with intricate carvings of magical beasts, and the end of its handle glistening as the light catches a ruby imbedded there.

 

[The Forsaken One]

[OOC: *Detect automatic subversion *cough* /OOC]

 

[Mr. Draco]

[ooc: nope, in fact the katana is +3 katana with an intricately carved wooden sheath and handle with a ruby in the end of the handle ;p /ooc]

 

[Knight Otu]

ooc - I think that this gift will not be taken in a good way, if I recall the Rokugani traditions of gift giving correctly. - ooc

 

[The Forsaken One]

[OOC: GO serpent kick his ass, he's insulting u Gogogo Or someone else step up and defend Serpents Honor /OOC]