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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Uriel" data-source="post: 882651" data-attributes="member: 8222">While Jack and Kaz stow the Loot <with small coins, bits of cloth and the occassional bone shard making it's way into Kaz's pockets>, Taklinn finishes off the half-bottle of Jameson's 12 year, settling down to rest as only a properly Snookered Dwarf could.Aska is busy sitting on the steps of the Flame Statue, pondering something,her chin in her hands.Takote notes the Katana, the fine Ivory Hilt, with it's motif of Horses running across a Field of Wheat. The Guard was of steel, tinted a light green, and it's blade,upon withdrawl from it's scabbard...the Blade shimmered with violet light, playing across it's surface in a pattern not unlike waves upon the Ocean.At the base of the exquisite blade was a Mark , a Swordsmith's Mark.Mirumoto Dakuri.This Blade was from Rokugan...The Blade hummed in Takote's hand,pulsing with... sentience ?What had that Blackfoot said...'Your Kind are not unknown to Me, Samurai, you bleed and Die all ther same, despite your Codes of Honor...' Had the Beast actually met someone else frm Rokugan?Looking down into the Demon's Loot, Takote could make out, in the charred remains of the dead, a blackened Helm,singed fur and tarnished gold...An Akodo Samurai.</blockquote>