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Iyo Kawada
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Dante Verren
Poi
Nakara Narishige
Location: City of Sakaia on the way to the castle.
What a beautiful day it was, some one could call themselves lucky to witness such a gem before a festival. Narishige on the other hand thought otherwise. It was always a beautiful day before the coming of a great storm, and for the country he loved, a great storm could very well be on the horizon. This was the first time that the heirs had all gathered together in one place in quite a while. He was never particularly close to any of his cousins, but that was due to his own actions. His love of the Yaban people and faith was not something that was shared amongst the other clans so it did alienate him from his cousins when he was younger. He pondered how this meeting would go, would it be a peaceful meeting between family, or would it spill into something much worse then a family feud. Only the short time left before the presentation of the Taisho's son would tell.
Despite the small close proximity between Narsihige's domain of Taketomi Narishige would soon find that both the Iyo and Yoshida had arrived before him. He could have made it to Sakaia a few days earlier if he had not waited in his home for the rest of the Nakara attendees. He made it a point to wait for his sisters and the retainer clans coming with the Nakara in Taketomi. Only after everyone had gathered would the heir, his wife, and son step foot on the boats meant to take them to the capitol. The journey itself would not be a long one but it was a welcomed one. Even though he did have his own concerns about the upcoming gathering it was a nice change of pace compared to the usual administration he found himself doing on a day to day basis.
"Sakaia is as beautiful as always", Narishige thought as he rode his horse through the city streets, making his way to the castle. His own entourage consisted of his own family, a few of the mounted riflemen from Taketomi, a Yaban priest, and members of the Roku clan of which he personally requested them to accompany him along the journey. His sisters each had heir own entourages accompanying them. What truly caught his attention was the presence of the Yamanobe. He had no ill will to the Yamanobe, however it wasn't a well kept secret that they looked at the Nakara's friendship with the Yaban with distaste. Considering how personally involved Narishige was in the affairs of the Yaban it was very likely that the Yamanobe weren't to keen on Narishige being the Nakara heir.
Now that he was in Sakaia, the castle getting closer by the minute one thought dominated his mind. "Which one of my cousins will I encounter first."
Mqueserasera
Location: City of Sakaia on the way to the castle.
What a beautiful day it was, some one could call themselves lucky to witness such a gem before a festival. Narishige on the other hand thought otherwise. It was always a beautiful day before the coming of a great storm, and for the country he loved, a great storm could very well be on the horizon. This was the first time that the heirs had all gathered together in one place in quite a while. He was never particularly close to any of his cousins, but that was due to his own actions. His love of the Yaban people and faith was not something that was shared amongst the other clans so it did alienate him from his cousins when he was younger. He pondered how this meeting would go, would it be a peaceful meeting between family, or would it spill into something much worse then a family feud. Only the short time left before the presentation of the Taisho's son would tell.
Despite the small close proximity between Narsihige's domain of Taketomi Narishige would soon find that both the Iyo and Yoshida had arrived before him. He could have made it to Sakaia a few days earlier if he had not waited in his home for the rest of the Nakara attendees. He made it a point to wait for his sisters and the retainer clans coming with the Nakara in Taketomi. Only after everyone had gathered would the heir, his wife, and son step foot on the boats meant to take them to the capitol. The journey itself would not be a long one but it was a welcomed one. Even though he did have his own concerns about the upcoming gathering it was a nice change of pace compared to the usual administration he found himself doing on a day to day basis.
"Sakaia is as beautiful as always", Narishige thought as he rode his horse through the city streets, making his way to the castle. His own entourage consisted of his own family, a few of the mounted riflemen from Taketomi, a Yaban priest, and members of the Roku clan of which he personally requested them to accompany him along the journey. His sisters each had heir own entourages accompanying them. What truly caught his attention was the presence of the Yamanobe. He had no ill will to the Yamanobe, however it wasn't a well kept secret that they looked at the Nakara's friendship with the Yaban with distaste. Considering how personally involved Narishige was in the affairs of the Yaban it was very likely that the Yamanobe weren't to keen on Narishige being the Nakara heir.
Now that he was in Sakaia, the castle getting closer by the minute one thought dominated his mind. "Which one of my cousins will I encounter first."
Mqueserasera
bloodymorrow
New Member
My dear Edith,
My thoughts drift to you often in this country, this land beyond all other lands. The Nihanese have a marvelous city at the heart of their kingdom, known as Sakaia. Here the skies are blue as sapphires and the sea breeze a balm for weary souls. Many thousands gather here, peasants and samurai alike. Armoured warriors still trot along with swords and spears and brilliant banners, like knights out of a fairy tale. I imagine you'd like it here. We are awaiting our audience with the Taisho, the head of this state. All the heirs to the different clans - princes of this land, I suppose - are gathering here. It is a momentous occasion for a foreigner to take part in.
I miss you with all my
I wonder if you might ever forgive me
I hope God can
A knock at the door. The clipped tones of Staff Sergeant Percival cut through the air, his shadow lingering at the threshold. "Sir, the lads are ready in the yard."
Monaghan ran a hand through his hair and let out a sigh. "Thank you, Sergeant. I'll be there momentarily." The sharp sound of boots upon wood announced Percy's departure, sparing Monaghan the headache of having to explain the mess that was his quarters. He liked Percival, but he knew what the lad was thinking whenever he laid eyes upon his superior officer. It was the same thing he'd be thinking, after all, were he put in Percy's shoes. This is the man the War Office has entrusted with the job? This is the man meant to impress the Nihanese? Poor Percy had yet to realize that the assignment to Nihanai was exactly the sort of job the brass entrusted to men like Ennis Monaghan. But he would learn.
The colonel sighed, crumpled up the letter, and set it aside on the floor. There would be time enough for Edith when . . . When what? When the job is done? When the country of Nihanai crumbles into the sea? When will it be time? Pushing the thought out of his mind, Monaghan began affixing his military dress: a deep burgundy uniform with gold epaulets and a slim sabre belted to his side. A pistol complemented his other hip. The inn that was provided by the Taishonate was comfortable, but Monaghan could not hide the deep bags under his eyes. The strange bed they had provided him had not proven entirely agreeable. Yes, blame the bed. I'm sure the nightmares had nothing to do with it.
Before he left the room, Colonel Monaghan got onto his knees and offered a short prayer. Lord, grant me strength to see my country's ambitions met. Grant me the wisdom to keep my men safe. Grant me the courage to make things right with Edith. Grant me the courage.
Grant me the courage.
- - -
Monaghan was still lost in thought when the first sign of trouble reared its ugly head.
CRASH! The sound of wood breaking snapped him back to reality, the horse under him shuffling in surprise. When he turned her about, eyes squinting against the bright sun, the source of the disturbance made itself clear. Monaghan had two dozen staff that had accompanied him to the capital, boxes of armaments for the Taisho's new army, books from the homeland, and gifts to woo the nobility. The crown jewels of the offerings, meant to bolster the creation of an imperial army, were a pair of immense 12-pounder cannons. They were impressive even by the standards of the homeland, capable of propelling a shot more than a mile away and punching a hole through the thickest of fortifications. The Taisho would be hard-pressed to find a castle in Nihanai that could withstand a barrage from these cannons.
Unfortunately, the things were fucking heavy. The Nihanese horses were doing an admirable job of hauling them, but they were a bit smaller than the service animals back home. They weren't the issue, though. The issue was the wheel on one of the cannons had completely snapped, leaving the cannon stuck on the road and the horses unable to drag it further. Private Burton, a waspish young man with his cap askew, tried to bend down and heft the thing all by myself. The only reward he would receive was back pain. "Leave it!" Monaghan yelled, trotting over to the fallen cannon and eyeing the exhausted horses. "We'll have to fetch a replacement. Sergeant Percival?"
Percy nodded and selected a few men to accompany him off. Shortly after they left, Monaghan spied an incoming party of Nihanese headed in the same direction they were going. Noble visitors to the castle, from the look of them, with a fellow gaijin priest accompanying them. This must be the Nakara clan, Monaghan surmised. They were the aristocrats most likely to sponsor godly men in their lands. "Clear the road," he barked to his soldiers before dismounting from his steed. With as much bearing as he could muster (though he was sweating right through his uniform!), Monaghan approached the Nihanese and offered a respectful bow. "My apologies, lord," he announced in the local tongue. "We are facing a bit of trouble on the road. We shall get out of your way presently. Much respect."
My thoughts drift to you often in this country, this land beyond all other lands. The Nihanese have a marvelous city at the heart of their kingdom, known as Sakaia. Here the skies are blue as sapphires and the sea breeze a balm for weary souls. Many thousands gather here, peasants and samurai alike. Armoured warriors still trot along with swords and spears and brilliant banners, like knights out of a fairy tale. I imagine you'd like it here. We are awaiting our audience with the Taisho, the head of this state. All the heirs to the different clans - princes of this land, I suppose - are gathering here. It is a momentous occasion for a foreigner to take part in.
I wonder if you might ever forgive me
I hope God can
A knock at the door. The clipped tones of Staff Sergeant Percival cut through the air, his shadow lingering at the threshold. "Sir, the lads are ready in the yard."
Monaghan ran a hand through his hair and let out a sigh. "Thank you, Sergeant. I'll be there momentarily." The sharp sound of boots upon wood announced Percy's departure, sparing Monaghan the headache of having to explain the mess that was his quarters. He liked Percival, but he knew what the lad was thinking whenever he laid eyes upon his superior officer. It was the same thing he'd be thinking, after all, were he put in Percy's shoes. This is the man the War Office has entrusted with the job? This is the man meant to impress the Nihanese? Poor Percy had yet to realize that the assignment to Nihanai was exactly the sort of job the brass entrusted to men like Ennis Monaghan. But he would learn.
The colonel sighed, crumpled up the letter, and set it aside on the floor. There would be time enough for Edith when . . . When what? When the job is done? When the country of Nihanai crumbles into the sea? When will it be time? Pushing the thought out of his mind, Monaghan began affixing his military dress: a deep burgundy uniform with gold epaulets and a slim sabre belted to his side. A pistol complemented his other hip. The inn that was provided by the Taishonate was comfortable, but Monaghan could not hide the deep bags under his eyes. The strange bed they had provided him had not proven entirely agreeable. Yes, blame the bed. I'm sure the nightmares had nothing to do with it.
Before he left the room, Colonel Monaghan got onto his knees and offered a short prayer. Lord, grant me strength to see my country's ambitions met. Grant me the wisdom to keep my men safe. Grant me the courage to make things right with Edith. Grant me the courage.
Grant me the courage.
- - -
Monaghan was still lost in thought when the first sign of trouble reared its ugly head.
CRASH! The sound of wood breaking snapped him back to reality, the horse under him shuffling in surprise. When he turned her about, eyes squinting against the bright sun, the source of the disturbance made itself clear. Monaghan had two dozen staff that had accompanied him to the capital, boxes of armaments for the Taisho's new army, books from the homeland, and gifts to woo the nobility. The crown jewels of the offerings, meant to bolster the creation of an imperial army, were a pair of immense 12-pounder cannons. They were impressive even by the standards of the homeland, capable of propelling a shot more than a mile away and punching a hole through the thickest of fortifications. The Taisho would be hard-pressed to find a castle in Nihanai that could withstand a barrage from these cannons.
Unfortunately, the things were fucking heavy. The Nihanese horses were doing an admirable job of hauling them, but they were a bit smaller than the service animals back home. They weren't the issue, though. The issue was the wheel on one of the cannons had completely snapped, leaving the cannon stuck on the road and the horses unable to drag it further. Private Burton, a waspish young man with his cap askew, tried to bend down and heft the thing all by myself. The only reward he would receive was back pain. "Leave it!" Monaghan yelled, trotting over to the fallen cannon and eyeing the exhausted horses. "We'll have to fetch a replacement. Sergeant Percival?"
Percy nodded and selected a few men to accompany him off. Shortly after they left, Monaghan spied an incoming party of Nihanese headed in the same direction they were going. Noble visitors to the castle, from the look of them, with a fellow gaijin priest accompanying them. This must be the Nakara clan, Monaghan surmised. They were the aristocrats most likely to sponsor godly men in their lands. "Clear the road," he barked to his soldiers before dismounting from his steed. With as much bearing as he could muster (though he was sweating right through his uniform!), Monaghan approached the Nihanese and offered a respectful bow. "My apologies, lord," he announced in the local tongue. "We are facing a bit of trouble on the road. We shall get out of your way presently. Much respect."
Hyzenthlay
angel baby
The sounds of the city had never been Kana's favorite, as she tended to prefer the ease and quiet of nature. When in nature and in touch with the earth, one was more in touch with the earth's spirits. She was always loathe to leave her temple, not just because of its connection to the spirits, but because she felt an immense sense of responsibility to protect the people around it, those who were faithful and under her protection. However, the time had come for all to make sacrifices.
If leaving the temple temporarily meant that she could secure safety for her followers in the long term, then she was glad to do it. And so she traveled with her family, her brothers, father, and mother, to Sakaia. The city had never been a favorite place of hers, but the thought of seeing her cousins again sparked a bit of interest. They had seen each other as children and young adults, yes, but it had been years since they had interacted with each other in any meaningful way.
The guest quarters were neat and clean, clearly having been prepared for their arrival. After unpacking and putting away her things, Kana sat upon her bed, closing her eyes and allowing herself to open up to the spirit world. Through meditation, she often sought the guidance and comfort of the spirits of this world. The one that seemed to guide her the most was the sun spirit, Amaterasu, whose temple Kana watched over with a careful and loving eye. She did not know how much time had passed before she felt the warmth on her skin, like sunlight. Even though she was inside, it felt as if she were sitting out in a sprawling meadow with the sun overhead. Amaterasu was here, and she was letting Kana know that someone else was as well.
Opening her eyes, Kana saw an empty room. No, no one was in this room particularly, but one of her cousins must be nearby. Rising from her seated position, Kana stepped out of her room and into the world, feeling the spirits guide her along the way. She ended up on an engawa, overlooking the beautiful city. Another woman stood there, clad in red armor and looking at her with no trace of recognition on her face.
"You've changed, Kawada. And for the better, might I add." Before her stood her cousin Iyo Kawada, now clearly a warrior in her own right. Kawada had spoken before of her desires to fight and wear the armor of her family, and pride swelled in Kana's chest as she took in the sight, realizing that Kawada had achieved the very thing she set out to all those years ago.
"...Kana?...Thank you.. For the compliment, I suppose. I must say that you've changed too. I.. Assume you've embraced your faith fully?"
A smile curled the edges of Kana's lips as she nodded, clasping her hands in front of her. "The spirits embraced me, and so I embraced them in turn. Though it appears that I am not the only one who has fully dedicated herself to a cause." She nodded towards the armor that Kawada was wearing, a proud symbol of her accomplishments in this life.
RIPSaidCone
If leaving the temple temporarily meant that she could secure safety for her followers in the long term, then she was glad to do it. And so she traveled with her family, her brothers, father, and mother, to Sakaia. The city had never been a favorite place of hers, but the thought of seeing her cousins again sparked a bit of interest. They had seen each other as children and young adults, yes, but it had been years since they had interacted with each other in any meaningful way.
The guest quarters were neat and clean, clearly having been prepared for their arrival. After unpacking and putting away her things, Kana sat upon her bed, closing her eyes and allowing herself to open up to the spirit world. Through meditation, she often sought the guidance and comfort of the spirits of this world. The one that seemed to guide her the most was the sun spirit, Amaterasu, whose temple Kana watched over with a careful and loving eye. She did not know how much time had passed before she felt the warmth on her skin, like sunlight. Even though she was inside, it felt as if she were sitting out in a sprawling meadow with the sun overhead. Amaterasu was here, and she was letting Kana know that someone else was as well.
Opening her eyes, Kana saw an empty room. No, no one was in this room particularly, but one of her cousins must be nearby. Rising from her seated position, Kana stepped out of her room and into the world, feeling the spirits guide her along the way. She ended up on an engawa, overlooking the beautiful city. Another woman stood there, clad in red armor and looking at her with no trace of recognition on her face.
"You've changed, Kawada. And for the better, might I add." Before her stood her cousin Iyo Kawada, now clearly a warrior in her own right. Kawada had spoken before of her desires to fight and wear the armor of her family, and pride swelled in Kana's chest as she took in the sight, realizing that Kawada had achieved the very thing she set out to all those years ago.
"...Kana?...Thank you.. For the compliment, I suppose. I must say that you've changed too. I.. Assume you've embraced your faith fully?"
A smile curled the edges of Kana's lips as she nodded, clasping her hands in front of her. "The spirits embraced me, and so I embraced them in turn. Though it appears that I am not the only one who has fully dedicated herself to a cause." She nodded towards the armor that Kawada was wearing, a proud symbol of her accomplishments in this life.
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