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Brian Cooksey
United States
Nashville
Tennessee
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Katsuro eats heartily in the manner of a soldier on campaign. "I agree, my friend. The trail will be too cold by the time the Magistrate's men get here."
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OOC: That would mean leaving the village, which would end the adventure. But that would be an end to I guess. Going to bring the magistrate or ask questions.
But when I read what you write, I worry you might have missed something. You do know who killed the Daymio, they are laying dead by his feet. At least two of them.
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Pete
United Kingdom
Oxford
Oxfordshire
Brofist
I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox
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OOC: I did miss that Karl, well spotted. I just assumed the men were mooks, mere paid assassins who would have no identifying stuff on 'em at all.
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Mifune absently drums his fingers across the top of the roll of paper that he took from the Daimyo's study. Each touch of his nails against the paper makes a rasping sound. The rasping sound draws the Crab's eyes to the paper, and his eyes narrow as a thought occurs to him.
"A peasant looking at this paper would see paper and brushstrokes." Mifune picks up the paper and waves it in front of his friend's faces. "But for learned me such as ourselves, this paper and what is written on it is so much more. As it is with this paper, so it is with the assassins!"
Mifune's voice has recovered some of its usual energy. Scoffing a handful of fish, the Crab continues.
"I examined the horses that the assassin's rode in on. A peasant would only have seen two tired horses. But to one such as I, who has ridden with Utaku battle maidens..." Here Mifune's voice trails off a little as he recalls riding bareback with a spirited Utaku battle maiden called Tetsuko; "... why, the steeds were a rich trove of clues about the assassins!"
Mifune scoops a bowl of rice in his stocky wee fingers and shovels a great mouthful into his maw. Jabbing one rice-covered finger at his friend Katsuro, he continues excitedly.
"Great Katsuro, and what I say next I do not mean with disrespect, but the blades and bodies of assassins are like open books to the Scorpion! Your eyes glanced at the bodies of those foul assassins for only a fleeting moment in that terrible room, but I am sure it was enough to tell you all that there was to know. Share your knowledge while I fill my belly... I am mightily hungry."
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OOC: wee retcon then, if you guys are cool with it. Did Katsuro, a Scorpion bushi who has trucked with assassins many times before(!), notice any clues on the bodies of the assassins? Were they thuggish killers for hire, or were they killers drawn from the noble samurai caste?
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Their dress, while black, still poor, as well as their way of attack, and death, tells Katsuro that these were not Ninja. Incompetence on so many levels.
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Jaime Lawrence
Australia
Sydney
New South Wales
See Below.
Evil Bob: Lawful good since 2038!
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Let me read the foolish man's calligraphy once more. Perhaps some clue is layered deep inside it...
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OOC: that sounds nice, and you have the poetry skill to go with it. Please roll.
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Brian Cooksey
United States
Nashville
Tennessee
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IndyRick wrote: "Great Katsuro, and what I say next I do not mean with disrespect, but the blades and bodies of assassins are like open books to the Scorpion! Your eyes glanced at the bodies of those foul assassins for only a fleeting moment in that terrible room, but I am sure it was enough to tell you all that there was to know. Share your knowledge while I fill my belly... I am mightily hungry."
"Amateurs." Katsuro declares in a tone that does not carry past the bounds of the table the three samurai share. "And clumsy ones, at that. Had the Daimyo been in possession of his full faculties I have no doubt he would have bested them without dying himself."
He raises his mask to take a sip of tea and then continues. "Their weapons were ill suited to the task as was their training. These were not ninja. They were re-enacting the tales parents tell misbehaving children." He sounds more courtier than bushi as if he is describing someone wearing last season's kimono.
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Jaime Lawrence
Australia
Sydney
New South Wales
See Below.
Evil Bob: Lawful good since 2038!
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6d10l[3] = (3 + 1 + 10 + 5 + 3 + 2) = 18
+ one 10 explodes: 1d10 = (10) = 10
and again: 1d10 = (4) = 4
= 32. Truly, I am a master of poetry.
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The Daymio's Poems
OOC: This was a challenge
Ohai sees what you have already establish. Most of the poems are about strength and honour, heroic ones, but some of the are about despair, they are tragic in nature. The tragic haiku are also much worse, and written with a shaky, if not ugly, calligraphy.
Ohai uses his skill to put the poems in chronological order. The first ones are about strength and honour, but then suddenly they switch to the second theme, before returning back into normal. This happens several times, before the shaky tragic haiku dominate completely.
Ohai identifies two of the cutting points, places where the poems have gone from heroic to tragic.
First cycle
Request, by my clan
Met with true obedience
Brings spring to my house
Quiet restfulness
Contemplating my service
Mouth full of bounty
Death despair loose
Winter decends upon me
I am haunted
Second cycle
Weapons of Iron
Mind, body and spirit of steel
Beware you shadow
From afar, come leaves
Servant stir the boiling pot
Warm bounty quickens
Shadow grips me
Gripping talons decend
Decend and ... (unfinished)
Ohai also find two one older poem, before the Daymio even wrote the tragic ones, that thematically seem out of place.
Villagers squabble
Lie becomes rumour untrue
My servant faithful
Beware everyone
Kneel before your new crane lord
I'm the f-ing Daymio
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