Thorn Darkblade
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Imperial Calendar 1122, Month of the Sun, Inn of the Orange Blossom
The stage was set. The actors donned their black outfits, and lowered the rice-paper screen, lighting some dim lanterns behind. The soft sound of a shamisen playing sweetly marked that the noh play was about to begin. A large table was reserved for the magistrates as they entered the inn, one by one. One was already waiting patiently, a woman bearing the colors and mon of the Scorpion clan, watching the show as it began.
Shadows danced across the inn as the play began. It began slow, telling the tale of a samurai expelled for crimes that he did not commit, vowing to hunt down the oni that wore his guise. He took his sword, and set out in seek of vengeance, and to cleanse his honor.
One by one, the others entered the inn, actors on a much larger stage. Their story had not even began to be told.
The stage was set. The actors donned their black outfits, and lowered the rice-paper screen, lighting some dim lanterns behind. The soft sound of a shamisen playing sweetly marked that the noh play was about to begin. A large table was reserved for the magistrates as they entered the inn, one by one. One was already waiting patiently, a woman bearing the colors and mon of the Scorpion clan, watching the show as it began.
Shadows danced across the inn as the play began. It began slow, telling the tale of a samurai expelled for crimes that he did not commit, vowing to hunt down the oni that wore his guise. He took his sword, and set out in seek of vengeance, and to cleanse his honor.
One by one, the others entered the inn, actors on a much larger stage. Their story had not even began to be told.