Honor points are kept for the Clan, and the distribution is as follows: 1st place gets 4 points, 2nd place gets 2 points, 3rd and 4th place get 1 point each.

1st place – the Crab Clan
2nd place – the Crane Clan
3rd place – the Scorpion Clan
4th place – the Phoenix Clan

Discuss those results in the official forums.

United the Empire will prevail. Divided it will crumble.
The L5R MegaGame Team

Honor points for this category are distributed the same way than the Best Homebrew Character one (4 for 1st place, 2 for 2nd place and 1 for each 3rd and 4th place) but this time, players were offered the choice to keep their points for their Clans or give them to the Empire.

Here are the results!

1st place – Moto Yong-tai of the Unicorn (points kept)
2nd place – Morito Kusaka of the Ox Clan, member of  the Minor Clan Alliance (points given to the Empire)
3rd place – Kitsune Engo of the Mantis (points given to the Empire)
4th place – Hida Reiha of the Crab (points kept)

Please note that a member of a Minor Clan is not a Ronin.

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United the Empire will prevail. Divided it will crumble.
The L5R MegaGame Team

Honor Points for this category are kept for the Clan of the character played. 1st place gets 4 points, 2nd place gets 2 points, 3rd and 4th place get 1 point each.

1st place – Kakita Shizuka
2nd place – Isawa Miko
3rd place – Togashi Kotoha
4th place – Utaku Hidaki

Congratulations to the winners and to every player that played a character (homebrew or not) during this Winter Court.

Discuss those results in the official forums.

United the Empire will prevail. Divided it will crumble.
The L5R MegaGame Team

Now the time has come for the players and  Clans to be rewarded for their play, in the way of MegaGame Honor Points. Each day of this week, one category of prize will be unveiled and points will be awarded to the players that had the best results, as determined by the GM of Winter Court.

The first category unveiled is the Challenge Winners:

Each winner gains 2 Honor points for his Clan. In the case of the Imperial Families and Ronin, points are given to the Empire.
Since it’s the “Turn of the Ronin“, the Imperial Wedding Gift grants the Empire 4 points.

*The Bowman’s Wager: an archery contest held by the Mantis Clan.
Winner: Seppun Katsura of the Imperial Families

*The Artisan Challenge: a contest held by the Kakita family of the Crane Clan.
Winner: Ikoma Asa of the Lion

*The Devil’s Chase: a shugenja contest held on New Year’s Day to scare malevolent spirits.
Winner: Isawa Ochiai of the Phoenix

*The Sumai Contest: a wrestling contest held at the request of the players.
Winner: Moshi Awako of the Mantis

*The Imperial Wedding Gift
Winner: The Ronin

Discuss those results in the official forums.

United the Empire will prevail. Divided it will crumble.
The L5R MegaGame Team

The Imperial Wedding

By Rusty Priske

Based in part on content from Winter Court

Edited by Fred Wan

Togashi Satsu looked around at the Miya arrayed before him. While they looked calm, Satsu knew that they could feel the anticipation throughout the court. He knew that they could feel the weight of the coming events on their shoulders as heavily as the greatest burden one carries through life.

He knew all of that because he felt the same thing.

He gathered his thoughts and then said, “Go. It is time.”

* * * * *

Daidoji Juri stepped off the boat onto the docks outside the Temple of the Jade Sun. She looked up at the awe-inspiring structure, for a moment taken away from the reason she came. The Sun blessed the temple with its existence, but on this day it was blessed again as the rays of light flooded the structure, making the whole area glow with a green light.

As Juri watched the other delegates climb the stairs she clasped a tightly wrapped bundle to her chest. The weight of it seemed doubled and redoubled with every step she made. Yet, somehow, it also seemed light as a feather.

Utaku Hidaki watched her with a smile, seeing the trepidation mixed with pride. He also climbed the stairs, one step at a time, as he did his best to hide his limp.

Mirumoto Mareshi mounted the stairs with the rest of the Dragon retinue behind him, with one exception. Mareshi looked around for Katsutoshi but saw no sign of him. Mareshi considered sending a runner to find the wayward Dragon, but his focus stayed on the small package wrapped in bright red paper that he carried. This was day for celebrations. If Katsutoshi missed the ceremony, it would be he who would have to answer for it.

Togashi Satsu met all who approached outside the temple itself. When they had all gathered he addressed them, speaking with his own voice, rather than passing on the words of the Empress. With a small smile, Satsu spread his arms wide as if to encompass the entirety of those gathered at the foot of the temple. “Today is a momentous day, for today Empress Iweko the First marries Akodo Setai! Although the wedding ceremony itself is usually done in private, the Divine Empress invites those who lead their families to witness her vows and prayers.”

Those of high enough rank and station filed into the temple, each trying to hide their varying levels of awe and excitement. Candles situated in nearly every possible location lit the interior of the temple – though a large walkway had been kept clear for the participants and onlookers. Standing at the base of the Jade Dragon was the abbess of the Jade Temple itself, patiently awaiting the Empress and her consort. To one side of her, all the ingredients necessary to perform the rituals of marriage waited to be put to use.

When all invited guests had filed in and were waiting with anticipation, the great doors to the jade temple were shut, leaving those not of sufficient rank to experience the ceremony only through a series of gongs, notifying them when various activities occurred.

Once the first gong had sounded, those inside witnessed the emergence of Empress Iweko and Akodo Setai. The Empress was dressed in a beautiful long black silk kimono. It had a white hand-embroidered design that contained stylistic interpretations of the animal counterpart of each of the clans, both great and small. Setai wore white from head to foot. His kimono, hakama, kataginu, even the cords of his sandals, bore no varied color.

The two betrothed met in front of the great doors, then turned and approached the abbot at a stately pace. When they reached her, they slowly knelt before the great Jade Dragon statue. The on-lookers prostrated themselves as the Empress entered, most having never seen Iweko since she rose to her lofty position.

Hiruma Todori thought on the quick glimpse of the Empress he had before lowering his forehead to the cool floor. He had not expected he would ever lay eyes on her and knew that it was a moment he would treasure forever. In that instant, every belief he had in the empire and its ruler was magnified. He knew he would do anything for her.

Tamori Shimura thought to the last time he had the opportunity to see his former kinsman. Iweko had been a family daimyo, just as Shimura was now, when she had been called by the Heavens to ascend. He remembered how honored and grateful he felt when she rose up. The feeling returned to him in a rush the moment she entered the temple.

The abbot began the ceremony by lighting a brazier. As she began to chant, she scooped up two large handfuls of sacred salt, sprinkling the couple between each line of prayer. The temple reverberated with her deep alto voice.

“We call upon the divine beings of Tengoku

To purify those before me

That all the various defiling things,

Sins and impurities be cleansed and made pure.

I proclaim and request of the heavenly spirits of the celestial realms

That we petition with reverent awe,

This we respectfully declare.”

As the echo of the abbot’s voice died, the Empress and Setai turned to face one another. The Empress’ voice was inaudible to the masses as she spoke, her voice either only for her soon-to-be husband, or perhaps simply unable to be heard by those around her. None could be certain, for normally the Voice of the Emperor spoke for her regardless.

The abbot held out a red ribbon, which the Empress took and tied around Setai’s wrist. The two turned again to the abbot and the three together offered a silent prayer.

When they looked up, the abbot handed them twigs from a sakaki tree, which they threw on the brazier. Another silent prayer followed, and as one, the new couple lit a stick of incense, then stood and faced those assembled. Attendants of the temple presented them with a tower of three cups. The Empress took three sips from the first cup before handing it to Setai who did the same. They repeated this with the second cup.

Attendants scurried from hidden alcoves to deliver similar cups to each of the witnesses. Each rose to a kneeling position, again finding themselves witness to the Empress herself and joined the newly married in their sips from the final cup, symbolizing that they were all joined as a family.

* * * * *

As those assembled outside the temple moved to the temporary pavilion erected in order to continue the celebration, Ikoma Asa found herself walking beside Doji Ayano. “A wondrous day.”

“Indeed,” replied Ayano.

“In fact, the whole of the Winter Court this year was special.”

“It is true, but I imagine it was even more so for you.”

Asa cocked her head. “What do you mean?”

Ayano smiled. “Your burgeoning links to my clan make you feel like a sister to me, so it is with some pride that I see how you have blossomed this year. You have been the talk of the court.”

Asa lifted her fan to hide her reaction. “Those words from a member of a clan who fared so well at court this year are a great honor. I thank you for your generosity.”

“Is it generosity if it is simple truth? Nobuhide is a lucky man. He is betrothed to a very talented courtier.”

Asa bowed her head in acknowledgment of Ayano’s words. “I thank you again, and I look forward to many opportunities for us to work together in the future.”

“It would be my honor, Asa-san.”

* * * * *

The feast that followed the ceremony was worthy of the occasion. Servants moved quickly so those at the lower tables did not have to wait much longer than those above. There was miso soup, the finest rice, a stunning array of vegetables prepared in every manner imaginable, cold noodles and sauce, sashimi, fried fish, shrimp, lobster, oysters, squid, mochi, red lotus buns, and the finest sake, tea, and plum wine offered at every table.

The feasting and socializing continued for some time until a subtle signal passed from the Imperial attendants to certain members of the present delegations. Hida Reiha was the first to respond as she made her apologies to those at her table. The Jade Widow rose and walked towards the main wedding party table with Ren toddling behind and the rest of the Crab delegation following. Without a command, all of the Crab bowed low to the table. Little Ren did his little bow and smiled at the Voice of the Empress.

Hida Reiha spoke loud enough for all present to hear, while couching it as a private message. “Noble Voice of the Daughter of Heaven. May we, the Children of Hida make our presentation to the Divine One and Her One and only Chosen of the Heavens?”

The Empress inclined her head slightly as the Crab Champion, filling the delegation with pride at her direct response to Reiha. The Champion continued. “To the most honorable, virtuous, and divine Empress and to her mighty, blessed, and divine spouse. We the Children of Hida do so make our presentation to your house, in full view of this assembly, this jewelled Crab forged by the hands of the Kaiu. This item also is a puzzle that unlocks, revealing a map of the entire Divine One’s lands. Everywhere the face of the Heavens shines is upon this map. As it is in the shape of this Crab; may it serve as a reminder that the Crab Clan are your lands’ noble defenders against the dark forces at all points. May it also serve as a reminder that as the Jade Sun rises and sets to the rising of the Obsidian Moon; Heavens and Earth shall always watch over you and yours. May your Union and reign never falter. Long live the line of the Divine One!” Reiha finished and returned to a deep bow.

The Empress glanced at Setai, a small smile on her face. Setai cleared his throat with a sip of sake. “Your gift is quite beautiful, sons and daughter of Hida. Thank you.”

The Phoenix were next as Isawa Kyoko approached and stopped a respectful distance from the head table. Kneeling in obeisance with the proper respect to those seated at the table, she spoke in a soft but clear voice. “Honored Voice of the Daughter of Heaven, the sons and daughters of Shiba ask permission to present their gift. Does this please the Empress?” When the Empress nodded in acceptance, she turned and bowed for her delegation to step forward, then nodded to Shiba Yoshirou to guide Isawa Keikai to the appointed spot before the head table. The Phoenix moved from their tables – with Isawa Ochiai, Master of Fire, in front of Kyoko.

Ochiai signaled for her servants to bring forward the gift as the delegation gathered as one. At the Master’s gesture, the servants opened the ornately carved box. Ochiai smiled warmly to Kyoko and reached inside, removing the gift from the box and handing it delicately to the Air tensai. She then stood next to her vassal, slightly behind, with Yoshirou. Kyoko remained in her place at the center of the gathered Phoenix delegation. As one, they elegantly knelt in obeisance.

With great care in the hands of Kyoko, the gift was left covered, wrapped elegantly about with light gauze of deeply saturated orange. Kyoko waited a moment before speaking. “Glorious Empress, Voice of the Empress, High Imperial consort, honored Chosen, worthy Daimyo and respected guests, the Phoenix delegation presents this gift with all humility and respect, on behalf of Shiba Tsukimi-sama, the Elemental Council and all her Empress’ subjects among the Phoenix…” at this cue, Yoshirou – the sole Shiba yojimbo of the delegation – gently unwrapped all the layers of the fabric that guarded the gift to reveal a simple, elegant and beautifully tended Bonsai tree. It was held aloft by Kyoko, eyes still downcast alongside the rest of her delegation. To the mundane eye the small pine was much like all bonsai; but to the trained eye it was evident that this had been tended by a master of the craft since but a seedling and it bristled while still evoking a feeling of serenity. It sat in a pot swathed in a warm shade of orange. Along the rounded surface, at each of the cardinal directions was an immaculately carved mon of the four Phoenix families. Above each mon sat a perfect Chrysanthemum.

“This bonsai, Empress, is a seedling planted specifically for this day to grow within the Grove of the Five Masters. Each master has contributed to its care and aided the Shiba artisans in its growth to perfection that you see here today. Shiba Tsukimi-sama’s family crafted the earthenware pot it is carried in.

“The Phoenix wish to convey with their gift the love of our entire clan for your Empress’ Empire, that like this Bonsai, our clan will fulfill its role to protect and nurture it to allow it to grow into further greatness. This pot was the first pot created at the Shiba artisan school by its head sensei since you came to power, Empress. Without the proper pot no Bonsai tree could properly grow, but by the same token no such pot has a purpose, a duty, in life…without the tree. The Phoenix would also be honored for the Honored Consort to care for this bonsai, as it is widely known that the greatest Bonsai trees are kept in the rooms of the greatest leaders, both spiritual and corporeal. To have the Bonsai tended by a member of the great clan whose attention to detail knows no match, would only ensure that this gentle tree is kept eternally pristine. The Phoenix present this gift to our beloved Empress and her family on this most glorious of days.”

Setai gazed upon the tree and says, “I would be honored to care for such a bonsai tree as this, as I shall strive to care to the Empire’s well being.” Setai bowed his head. “Our thanks, sons and daughters of Shiba.”

Only a moment after the departure of the Phoenix, the Scorpion delegation approached the table. As one, the entire group prostrated themselves in front of their leader. After a few heartbeats Bayushi Makubesu rose and began to speak.

“On this most glorious day, the wedding of the Divine Empress Iweko the First, the followers of Bayushi wish to offer that which we hold most dear.” Bayushi Naora walked with practiced steps through the assembled Scorpion, never turning from the Divine Empress. “We offer first a reminder of our loyalty,” Makubesu said, as Naora drew an elegantly crafted silver candlestick from his right kimono sleeve. The mons of each Clan, major and minor, as well as the mons of the Imperial families were pictured upon the bowl, save the Scorpion. Each mon was arranged and sized so as not to slight any of the clans or families. “When the first Emperor of Rokugan spoke with Bayushi, he gave him the duty to protect the Empire from the shadows. The followers of Bayushi to this day continue to do so.” Bayushi Mishiko then approached and drew a scarlet red candle from her left kimono sleeve and placed it in the pricket. Once she has done this, Bayushi Ikkou came forth and lit the candle.

“The light of heaven guides us through the Divine Empress, just as the light of her consort shall illuminate her always, and so long as the Divine light shines, the Scorpion will be in the shadows to protect it,” Makubesu declared, then placed the now-lit candle upon a tray held by Bayushi Komiya, standing a bit back from the rest. As he removed his hand from the stem, the mon of the Scorpion is now visible below the bow in the shadow of the candle’s light.

“And as a companion piece to the light that shines behind and through the Empress…,” Makubesu began as servants brought a large cloth-wrapped rectangle, roughly the same size as the Empress’ screen, to the delegation. The cloth was thrown back, and underneath was a new screen. “We of the Scorpion are familiar with masks both seen and unseen. But while some things are concealed, a mask can also help express one’s self more clearly. Your Voice carries your words as no one else in the Empire could, however his position is to express your will to your loyal subjects, not necessarily your mood. As such, we have commissioned our artisans to create this for you. The cloth of the screen has been blessed by the kami so that should the Divine Empress wish it, it will display a myriad of colored patterns to better express your mood. From deep blue, sea-like patterns for sadness, to vibrant orange whorls for excitement, to a relaxing aqua field for tranquility, to a menacing red with striations of deeper red for anger. These are but a few of the patterns it can present. All you need to do is wish and the screen will gradually shift to the desired color. Should you wish the more neutral color of your current screen, that has been included as well.” The servants then moved the large screen off to the side of the pavilion. When they did so, they passed in front of Makubesu to demonstrate how the candle’s light casts the appropriate silhouette upon it.

Makubesu then returned to his position amongst the delegation and prostrated himself. The rest of the delegation quickly followed suit.

Setai glanced at the Empress before speaking who nodded, almost imperceptibly. “Our most humble thanks, sons and daughters of Bayushi, for your gift. Your consideration of the Empress’ needs are well thought, and your dedication to the task given you is not forgotten.” As he finished speaking, the Scorpion rose and retreated to their appropriate stations.

The gift from the Crane was then presented by Doji Nagori. He clapped once and servants brought forward a green lacquered palanquin with nine veils of the finest and thinnest yellow silk on the side. Inside the palanquin was a huge vase with nine by nine red chrysanthemums, composed to display good fortune and fertility.

The vase depicted the final moment of the War of Dark Fire where Setai killed the enemy general. A samurai of each Clan and a single monk appear in the background.

Beside the vase is a two kimono rack.

The first stem holds a red kuro-tomosode woven with the most delicate silk found in the Empire. On the kimono nine red chrysanthemums mon were displayed. The chrysanthemums showed eighteen petals and around each mon was one if the great dragon.

The second stem held a red kimono nearly identical with the first but where dragons appeared on the first, togers appeared on the second.

Nagori approached with a younger Crane who held a single red chrysanthemum. Nagori and the other Crane prostrated themselves and when given leave to rise, Nagori said, “Great Divine one, great Setai-sama, allow the humble Crane to present this simple gift to you.”

Nagori gestured to the young Crane with him. “This is Doji Asami, who holds a new strand of flowers made by our Hanegansi family for you. Since the beginning the Royal Family has been recognized by the chrysanthemum. As such, it is only natural for the new reign and a new lineage should have a new version of the symbol, so all will see it and remember for all time the greatness you and your prodigy will do for our Empire. As these simple ones are brought to you here now, Seeds have been sent to your residence in Toshi Ranbo so when you arrive you may decide where you would like to plant these in the Gardens. Doji Domotai wanted this to show again our respect of this great union and the desire of the Crane to serve in any way you may wish us to.”

“A beautiful gift, worthy of the sons and daughters of Doji. I am sure the Royal Gardener will be able to find a perfect location for the flowers. Thank you.” At Setai’s blessing, Nagori and Asami withdraw.

Ikoma Yasuko was the next to request permission to approach the head table. Once this was granted she spoke for her clan. “The Lion have served as the Right Hand of the Emperor since the dawn of the Empire. As the heavens have been anointed with a new star, the Lion herald new heroes. As we mark this momentous occasion, the combined armies of the Lion, Unicorn, and Crab fight those who are anathema to your divine will. We honor those who sacrifice themselves for the greater glory of the Empire.”

Here, Yasuko lowered her head, giving a momentary of silence for those samurai who served on the front lines. “Each generation has its challenges. If our ancestors are our guide, they have shown us clearly that our youth will always triumph in the face of adversity striving ever forward to greater service.

“I present, Ikoma Asa, a rising star within the Lion, to present the gift of the Lion.”

The poet stepped forward and again pressed her forehead to the backs of her hands, a faint blush upon her dark cheeks from Yasuko’s compliments.

“Most Glorious Divine One, Most Honored Imperial Consort, your patience with this unworthy servant is most gracious.” Asa gestured and the two attendants bearing the chest stepped forward and set it down without lifting their eyes. They knelt and then withdrew. The poet undid the latch on the chest with simple motion of her hand, yet she did not open it.

“It has been written that two warriors can know each other most intimately only after they have crossed swords. That an opponent’s nature can only be revealed through conflict, and that there is no clearer communication than through battle. Courtiers echo these moments in times when they match wits in Sadane, where a similar conflict is staged.”

“Twice in history have texts been written to answer the words of the Lion. When Akodo Haru penned Leadership, Bayushi Tangen attempted to respond with Lies. Otomo Madoko also tried to compare court to a battlefield in his work, The Subtlety of Court.”

The poet bowed again, and lifted the lid of the chest. Within, resting on red velvet, were a pair of scrolls that held a faint golden glow.

“Upon these scrolls are those two texts, and far more. These works have traveled to distant places and returned enriched. Betwixt the verses and stanzas, around the lines and the kanji, are responses to these great authors, reactions to the words within these great works. Matsu Itagi, Akodo Shakato, Matsu Zaruko, Ikoma Kaoku, Matsu Noshin, Akodo Hirano, Kitsu Osuji, Ikoma Teidai… Champions, daimyo, heroes, scholars, poets. These two texts engaged the Lion in discourse, and now these scroll contain responses from among the revered ancestors of our clan. These are not words of rancor, nor verbal snarls. They are the earnest and heartfelt words of the respected dead, words of analysis, praise, and sometimes disagreement. Centuries ago, the Lion offered two strikes and observed the two reactions. Now, the Lion adjust the course of these strikes, and in this is the truest knowledge of our heart.

“The purpose is not to enlighten or assist in governance, for the Divine Empress needs no such things. Contained within this text are the perspectives of numerous honored ancestors resting in their deserved repose in Yomi, their lives scattered across the history of the Empire. In these words contains the heart of the Lion, and a unique view regarding how it has grown through the ages. The lives, bodies, and souls of the Lion are ever the Throne’s to command. Our resolve will never waver, our devotion never falter. One Kitsu may speak to dozens in their lifetime, but never before has this been done, never before a text compiling the words of Yomi’s honored inhabitants.

“In this, the Lion give to the Empress and her honored spouse our heart of hearts, a view of our people that has never before existed, a lens by which we can be known far better than any Lion has known themselves.”

Setai’s face glowed with a bearing of pride as he said, “To know the hearts of her subjects, past, present, and future is a noble gift indeed. Our thanks, sons and daughters of Akodo.”

Asa and Yasuko bowed deeply at the reception of the Lion’s gift and then withdrew.

After the Lion presentation, Ide Eien nodded to those sitting with him before rising and approaching the head table while a ji-samurai of the Unicorn brought a large rectangular frame covered by a simple cloth and stood a respectful distance behind him.

He prostrated himself before the Empress and her consort. At their signal he rose and smiled to each before saying, “Divine One, the Unicorn have long been the force of speed and movement used by the Empire to reach far flung areas quickly and efficiently. We traveled the breadth of the world in the pursuit of that which was out there and we returned as our Lady Shinjo-kami always said she would. Our time in the Empire has been tumultuous, though we stand beside our brothers, sisters, and cousins of the other Clans against any and all outside threats. In recent years the Unicorn have suffered greatly but as the Empire rebuilds from the ashes of the War of Dark Fire and even as our forces fight alongside our brothers and sisters in the Crab and Lion to the south against the invaders there, we rebuild to give the Empire our strength and our conviction.” Eien took a slight pause and then said, “In honor of your glorious marriage this day and for the continued reign by the Will of the Heavens, we wish to honor you with a gift that was given to the Hantei dynasty upon our return as a sign of our loyalty, our duty, and our Love.” Eien motioned for the vassal to reveal the frame. On it was a simple painting of a pair of Utaku bred steeds looking over a newborn foal. “Divine One, this painting was done by our Khan’s own daughter, Naleesh, with help from her mother, Akasha. As the Khan was unable to attend he wanted to present this gift of his family in lieu of the breeding pair of Utaku Steed from the Khan’s personal stable that will await your return to the mainland and the Imperial City.” Eien prostrated himself again and awaited the Imperial Response.

It was not long coming as Setai nodded and said, “A beautiful gift, sons and daughters of Shinjo. You have our thanks for such noble steeds.”

Across the pavilion, Mirumoto Mareshi saw Katsutoshi at a far table. The daimyo wondered why he had not joined the Dragon contingent earlier, but this was not the time to concern himself with it, as it was time for the Dragon to present their gift. Slowly rising from his seat, Mareshi drew another single breath, the small token in his hands visible to everyone present.

Accompanied by all of the Dragon delegation – minus Katsutoshi but including the wizened Tonbo Rintaro – Mareshi held the small gift towards Togashi Kotoha and nodded to her. The tattooed maiden then joined him at the front of the delegation, holding the token carefully while brandishing a charming smile.

When they arrived in front of the Imperial presence, Mareshi knelt, quickly followed by the other members of the Dragon Clan. He glanced towards Kotoha and the Togashi maiden revealed the gift.

It was wrapped in vibrant red paper, folded in multiple layers. Once unwrapped, the Togashi revealed a lovely lacquered box, each side of the box featuring a wood-carving of a plum tree in the four different seasons. The lid was inlaid with a golden dragon, holding a plum blossom in one claw.

Opening the box at another faint nod, Kotoha revealed a fine purple plum, cushioned on red silk. The plum looked fresh and ripe.

 “The Dragon”, Mareshi said, raising his voice enough for everyone being able to follow his words, “offers what it always has, my Empress: its never ending loyalty, its humble service to the throne, the lives of every man, woman and child who lives and dies at your command.

 “The gift we wish to add here is a glimpse of wisdom and insight, found in this humble fruit. A plum was the first nourishment Togashi accepted when he understood. We hope you will accept it as a humble reminder of where you – the both of you -, came from, and how far you have risen above us all.

“A plum, sweet and ripe on the outside, contains a stone, and just like the family the Divine Empress has come from, by eating it, one is able to delve into the heart of the matter, finding answers where none have been visible, before. The plum represents wisdom, and by planting the stone into your gardens – as we hope you will consider doing -, a small plum of humble origins will manage to grow into something more. Endless opportunities will blossom in time, and more insight will be found with every new fruit growing on its branches.

“Both the Divine Empress and this plum share the same origins, and both have the ability to rise above that. We wish for nothing more than to watch the both of you to follow the path you were meant to tread on.

“May you, Divine Empress, find your destiny and understand.

“May you, Divine husband, find insight and joy as your new destiny reveals itself.

“May this dynasty blossom and grow, and bear many more fruits, so the empire will be secured.

“There is nothing else the Dragon could offer you but this humble token of appreciation and reverence.”

Setai nearly smirked, but he held it in and simply smiled before saying, “That we should always remember our origins is at the heart of all understanding. Our thanks, sons and daughters of Togashi.”

More than just the great clans had gifts to present and, after receiving the nod from the appropriate Seppun, Yotsu Seou moved proudly towards the main table, motioning the ronin present to follow her. In her hands, she carried a medium sized bundle, roughly two feet in all directions; a delicate, pure white fabric covering it. As she approached the table, her eyes found the floor, her vision never reaching the Divine Empress. Once she was as close as she dared walk, Seou prostrated herself, holding the bundle up, so as it never touched the floor. “Divine Daughter of the Heavens”, said Seou, still bowed. “Those who are not worthy, request on this day the honor to offer a gift to the Divine Couple.”

The Imperial Couple look interested in what Seou has to offer and the ronin recognized the great honor. “The ronin thank the Divine Couple for this opportunity.” Seou raised a bit, her head still lowered, so as to never match the couple’s height.

“In the name of the Legion of Two-Thousand, and all the wavemen who serve the Empire with honor, the Sword of Yotsu presents this gift.”

Seou then removed the fabric that covered the gift, revealing a well crafted basket, made out entirely of bamboo, its shape and resembling that of a suiban. Tinted dark brown, the basket was perfectly square. On the side facing the Divine Couple, carved in perfect cherry bark, was the symbol of the wolf. Next to it, in a smaller size and following around the basket, were the mons and symbols of all the ronin organizations, beginning with the Yotsu mon, and the Legion’s on each side.

As Seou held the basket, a small shadow seems to move inside it. Covered in silk fabric, the same color as that used to cover the gift, something seemed to hop around. Suddenly, a happy grunt, a bark, came from a small reddish creature, as it showed its head.

“If it is the will of the Heavens, this one presents the first-born of Ouni, loyal companion to the Legion of Two-Thousand, and their fierce defender. Born to a warrior, who is said to have brought down more enemies than most seasoned ronin, this Akita Inu represents the loyalty and faithful service those of no-name have for the Empire.”

At this point the small dog seemed to lower her head, as if offering a bow to the Empress and her Consort, falling in perfect silence. The golden red fur that covered her even at such a young age was perfectly clean, almost shining in the sun light. Showing both the patience of a seasoned warrior, and the impatience of a young child, the dog remained in this position, only wagging her tail in anticipation.

“Since her birth, she was given to the great Kuronada, Commander of the Legion of Two Thousand, and in his care, the young pup has learned the ways of respect and honor.

“It is his wish, as well as that of all of us, that she remains at the side of the Divine Couple, a simple symbol of our fierce dedication to the Empire, so that it is known that the wavemen stand in defense of the Divine Land, always at the ready.”

Again, Seou postrated herself completely, and waited.

The corners of Setai’s mouth twitched at seeing the small figure in the basket. “Ever have the wavemen been a part of the Empire. Now, more than ever we can see that they too fight for the Empire we all love. Our thanks, Yotsu-san, and to all whom you represent.”

From a nearby table Hida Reiha almost spat out her sake from withholding the laughter from the Yotsu’s gift. She coughed a bit and regained her composure. She looked to her son, Ren who was quietly playing with his food.

“Ren, no. Do not do that. Look, see the…puppy.”

“Puppy!!!” Ren yelled excitedly. Reiha was slightly embarrassed and composed her son. Reiha did her best to control the awkward moment.

The gift had raised the general mood of the gathering from serene celebration to something slightly more giddy. It took a few minutes before the Mantis were ready to make their presentation.

Moshi Awako and Yoritomo Yoyonagi stepped forward for the Mantis delegation and Awako spoke first. “Divine One, through your Ascension you have brought the blessings of the Celestial Order upon Rokugan, and the blessings of Lord Jade bestowed on this very temple, there is no gift could rival its glory.” Awako motioned toward Mantis gathered near the pavilion and they prostrated themselves in unison. “Upon our arrival this morning twenty of our finest samurai took vows forsaking their place within the clan, swearing loyalty to this temple and its abbot. The Mantis grant to the Temple of the Jade Sun he surrounding lands, and shall see to its support and maintenance in perpetuity. Let the blessings of the Jade Sun shine brightly upon us all.”

Moshi Awako bowed to the Empress, holding her pose for several moments. As she rose she spoke once more. “On this most auspicious day, the Mantis offer the gift we find most worthy. The Temple of the Jade Sun.”

Setai nodded with the seriousness of the gift, in counterpoint to the last. “Indeed, let it be so,” Setai says. “Our thanks to the sons and daughters of Yoritomo for your finest of gifts.”

“If I may, Empress and consort,” Yoyonagi said as Awako withdrew, “the Mantis have one further gift as well, an offering of thanks for the tremendous honor of hosting this event, a wedding that shall be remembered for all time.” She gestured, and a young man bearing the Moshi mon stepped forward. “Although he could not attend, as his duties require that he ensures the islands are secure for this glorious event, my lord Naizen wishes to impart his most precious possession to the personage of the Empress and her consort.” Yoyonagi reached into the parcel the young man bore and withdrew a heavy kabuto. “This is the Helm of Thunder, crafted by the divine hand of the great Thunder Dragon, intended for use by the greatest of heroes. Surely there can be no greater hero than Setai-sama, hero of the War of Dark Fire. It is Naizen-sama’s greatest wish that you would accept this, from one warrior to another.”

Setai bowed his head respectfully. “It would be my great honor. Thank you.”

A small buzz of whispering shot through the pavilion and through it some missed the next person to approach the table. Mirumoto Mareshi did not.

Mirumoto Katsutoshi picked up the package he had been keeping near his seat at the table and rose. He moved slowly towards the table where the Empress and her procession were located, carrying a large no-dachi enclosed within a sword cover made of black cloth. He prostrated himself to show respect before standing. He addressed Lord Setai and Lord Satsu with a voice that is clear and easily heard, as he knows they will speak for the Empress. “If it would please the Daughter of Heaven, there is one more gift to be given, if she would deign to accept it.”

There was a gasp throughout as other attendees spotted him carrying a sword in front of the Empress. The majority of the Seppun Guards snapped slightly more to attention, if such a thing were possible, but Setai, Satsu, and Iweko remained calm. Setai’s eyes were questioning, but not aggressive.

Katsutoshi prostrated himself again, then stood and held the sword in both hands as he spoke so that everyone could hear. “Over a thousand years ago, one of the finest blades ever seen in Rokugan was crafted by Doji Yasurugi-sama. He gifted it to Hantei Genji-dono, The Shining Prince, the son of Lord Hantei-kami and the second emperor of Rokugan. This blade was wielded by Hantei Fujiwa-dono, the fifth emperor of Rokugan, who commanded the Imperial Legions alongside the Crab and was the first Emperor since Lord Hantei-kami to actually battle the denizens of the Dark Lord personally.

“The Crab Clan Thunder, Hida Yakamo-sama, protected this blade and defeated many enemies of the empire with it until it was lost during his capture by the foul Kuni Yori. It was thought lost forever until the children of Toku-sama, the Monkey Clan, discovered it in the Shinomen Forest and presented it to the kami, Lady Shinjo. Lady Shinjo, at the request of Lady Amaterasu-dono, tried to return it to the heavens along with the other ancestral swords in retribution for the death of Lord Onnotangu-dono, but it has made its way back to earth.

“Despite being in the hands of the foulest traitors to the Empire, it was lost to them and recovered by this most humble servant of the empire. Despite tremendous adversity and the loss of my friend, I have managed to return it to you, its rightful owner. Divine Empress, may this lowly servant present the blade of Doji Yasurugi. The blade of Hantei Genji, the Shining Prince. The blade of Hantei Fujiwa. May I present…Kunshu… the Ancestral Sword of the Hantei.”

At its name, Katsutoshi fell to his knees and removed the sword cover to reveal the black saya containing Kunshu. Its emerald handle contained the mon of the Hantei line and had several metal chrysanthemums woven into it. The saya was engraved with the name of its original owner, Hantei Genji, as well as symbols indicating it belongs to the Hantei line.

He held the sword up to The Empress as he bowed his head to look at the ground. “May the golden light of this ancestral blade shine for another thousand years to light the way for all of your humble servants.” He fell silent and continued to hold the blade up while kneeling, head looking down to the ground.

As Katsutoshi spoke, Setai’s eyes widened ever so slightly. Both Satsu and Setai looked to the Empress for her wisdom in accepting such a gift. The Empress seemed to glance at the two men whose faces become instantly clear. “Such a thing is no gift, Mirumoto-san.” Setai started. “It is far more than that. Many gifts have been given today. Gifts that remind us of the past. Gifts that give hope for the future. Gifts that will help us see with clarity in the now. All were gifts appropriate to the clan giving them, and welcome indeed. This is no gift. This is a direct link to our past as an Empire. A time when we were whole, and of one purpose. We must be that again if we are to face the threat to our Empire, because together we are stronger. And no other item, no gift, could underline that need more than the Ancestral Blade of the Hantei. Thank you for returning it to its rightful home, Mirumoto-san. Your name in this act will not be forgotten.”

Katsutoshi rose slowly once Setai took the Ancestral Sword of the Hantei. He bowed deeply and stepped backward several times before returning to where he was sitting before. His face beamed with the radiance of the sun as he looked on his fellow samurai.

* * * * *

Setai turned the sword called Eight Truths over in his hands. Crafted as it was, representing the joint efforts of the great clans, it was likely the most symbolic of the gifts presented, and unlike the other sword offered, it was one he was willing to touch.

 “So what of Miya’s Blessing?”

Satsu, the Voice of Setai’s wife and Empress, stepped forward. “It was quite interesting, Lord Consort. First the Miya chose to split the blessing to three clans – the Phoenix, Dragon and Crab.”

Setai’s eyebrows raised. “All those clans need the aid, but can the Miya give enough to each?”

“Unknown, but that was not all. After the announcement, Hiruma Todori claimed that the Crab wished the aid to go to the Unicorn instead. It seems that they are housing Crab refugees from the advance of the Destroyers and wish to return that largesse. Oddly, prior to this, the Unicorn had withdrawn themselves from consideration in order to ensure that the Crab got the aid they needed.”

Now Setai showed real surprise. “The Crab are more concerned with their refugees than their battlefront? That seems unlike them.”

Satsu said nothing.

“And now, what of Katsutoshi?”

Satsu frowned. “He is being brought now.”

Setai took notice of Satsu’s expression and said, “You do not agree with the Empress’ decision?”

“It is not my place to agree or disagree, Lord Consort. I simply enact her will.”

Setai smirked mirthlessly. “Nevertheless…”

Satsu shook his head. “Not at all. I will simply ensure that he is watched after this. He brought a tainted item as a gift to the Empress. Whether it was the Sword of the Hantei does not change that fact.”

“But the Seppun worked with the Phoenix to confirm that he had no way of knowing that. He also gained none of the taint, as he was unable to draw the blade. No harm was done.”

Satsu stayed silent again.

“The only real harm is to his reputation. It was clear that he wished to gain glory and prestige from his gift, instead the Empire looks at him a little differently.”

Satsu nodded. “I am certain that his daimyo and champion will keep him on a shorter lead from this moment on.”

“Good. Now go and put the fear of the Voice in him so the three of us can get back to discussing the state of the war.”

Satsu nodded. “As you say, Setai-sama. The punishment of Katsutoshi is hardly the most important issue facing the Empress at this time.”

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A Season of Intrigue

By Shawn Carman

Edited by Fred Wan

            Yoritomo Naizen, the Scourge of Storms, stood on the dock alone, having dismissed the clutter of attendants and workers that would be here under normal circumstances. They had many other duties that would consume them over the course of the next few days, and he had no need of them for the moment. There were few ships that would arrive so early in the morning regardless, but of course there were always exceptions. As expected, one lone kobune was gliding across the relatively calm morning sea, moving directly toward the port at Kyuden Gotei with clear purpose. The ship slipped between the eddies and reefs as if experienced. Naizen smirked slightly at the thought, regarding the ship’s Imperial banner with a chuckle.

            Moments later, the ship arrived expertly at the dock, and a weary traveler stepped off the deck onto the dock, pausing only for a heartbeat to make the adjustment from sea to land. “Hail, Naizen-sama,” he said with a bow.

            “Welcome home, Utemaro,” Naizen said. “The Mantis Islands are pleased to receive their wayward son, the Imperial Treasurer of Rokugan.”

            Yoritomo Utemaro raised an eyebrow in surprise. “I do not recall you standing on protocol with great frequency, my lord.”

            Naizen shrugged. “It is your first trip home since your appointment. I thought it was the least I could do.” He gestured toward the castle. “If you will follow me, I will ensure that the requests you made were fulfilled adequately.”

            Utemaro bowed very low. “Thank you, my lord. I would not be at all insulted if you relegated such tasks to a subordinate.”

            “I would prefer the opportunity to catch up on your activities,” the Champion answered. “I know you have little time for correspondence, and I certainly do not have a taste for writing letters either.”

            “That, I completely understand. Unfortunately, there’s very little of interest I can share with you. I have spent the past year assessing the entirety of tax collection records in the Empire for the past fifty years, and rewriting the laws governing calculation and collection.” He shook his head. “It has not been particularly interesting, but it was necessary. Now, thankfully, it is completed.”

            “That sounds horrific,” Naizen admitted. “Why would you do such a thing?”

            “I refuse to be relegated to ill-defined duties and vague expectations,” Utemaro said. “My acceptance of this position was conditional, and the Empress agreed to the condition that I could rewrite the laws as needed to execute my duties.”

            Naizen glanced sidelong at the other man as they entered the castle proper. “You levied a condition to the Divine Empress?” he said. “Only moments after witnessing her ascension? I have always known you were somewhat brazen, my friend, but that… that is something entirely different.”

            “I reasoned that a woman of divine blessing would be fully aware of the nature of the man she asked to fulfill this duty, and she would either accept me or expect me to change, which of course I would not.” He smiled grimly. “Ironically I have found service under her rule to be quite agreeable. She seems to posses insight that I have never seen in all my travels.”

            “Are there changes I should be aware of?” Naizen asked. “I am passingly familiar with the tax collection performed in the islands, but not the details, of course.”

            “There will be a slightly increased tax levied against clans responsible for hosting significant Imperial events, such as the Empress’ Winter Court,” he answered. “In the case of our clan, that will be compensated for by a slight decrease in the taxes against exotic goods, which of course is our principle trade other than foodstuff.”

            Naizen frowned. “That seems an… arbitrary increase.”

            “Most clans have negligible trade in exotic goods,” Utemaro explained. “The slight increase to cover Winter Court will result in a slight cost being passed down to the peasants. In turn, they will either accept the burden as their share of the cost of hosting the Empress or her Imperial servants, or they will resent it and make life ever so slightly more difficult for the Clan Champions in question.”

            Naizen shook his head. “Why would you do something like that?”

            The Treasurer glanced at him with a strange expression, as if the question made no sense. “Because I am curious, of course. Why else?” The two men had stopped in the principle audience chamber. “What happened here?” he asked.

            The Champion nodded. “Stark, is it not? Yoyonagi insisted that most of our decorations would be considered inappropriate by the court as a whole, and she had them placed in storage for the season.”

            “This is dreadful,” Utemaro condemned. “I feel like I am back in the Imperial City. The entire place is like one vast warehouse and I was glad to be rid of it for a while, at least.” He clucked his tongue. “Fortunately my private estate is close enough that I will not have to endure such barrenness for long. How is Yoyonagi acclimating to her return? She has been away longer than I, although she is able to return more frequently.”

            “She arrived three days ago,” Naizen said. “There have been some… tensions.”

            “Sachina, eh?” Utemaro laughed. “How long did it take?”

            “I would estimate seven minutes before Yoyonagi threatened to appoint Sachina the clan’s ambassador to the Ningyo cities,” Naizen answered. “It was entertaining for a very short period of time, then rapidly became annoying. Your vassal Yashinko has been assisting with arbitration, which I have been grateful for.”

            “Yes,” Utemaro said warmly. “A delightful young woman.”

            “Come, old friend,” Naizen said. “Have a look at the treasury for me and let me know how much will be needed to placate the court’s needs for the season.”

* * * * *

            Shosuro Jimen loathed the sea. He did not suffer from sea sickness as others did, of course; that was far too banal a weakness for a man such as himself. No, he loathed it for the barrier it represented. He had no choice but to attend the Winter Court and serve as his Empress’ champion, as was his duty, but the sea ensured that communication with his subordinates in the Imperial City would be extraordinarily difficult. Leaving the city in the hands of that buffoon Norachai was unpleasant enough, but to be unable to speak with anyone there for days or weeks at a time? It was mind-numbing. Certain shugenja rituals could assist in such things, but it was a costly and exhausting process, and his vassals would be capable of little else for days after doing so. The Mantis would naturally have a larger number of shugenja present. Still, he could hardly entrust the Mantis with his business, at least not without indebting himself to them. That would never do.

            Jimen sighed as he watched the endless blue canvas drift by. In the old days, he had possessed vastly greater freedom to do whatever he wished when confronting his enemies, both within and outside the clan. Since his ascension to the position of Emerald Champion, he was under much more scrutiny and had to move more carefully. In that regard, his life was more difficult. On the other hand, the stakes were so much higher, the risks so much more exquisite. Now when he entered into a game with an opponent, there was the chance of loss. It had been many, many years since he had ever known that, at least until his new duties. Now there were so many variables, so many factors to consider. It could be frustrating, of course, but it was also intoxicating, and never, ever boring.

            His duties at court would likely induce the boredom that he loathed. So few of those assembled there would be of any interest. Even among the Emperor’s Chosen and the other Jeweled Champions, he found few worthy adversaries. Satsu was a tattooed liability, Hisoka was ostensibly an ally, and Susumu was a virtual non-entity. The Shogun and the Jade Champion were brutish but could be convinced to cooperate with him when he required it. Yoyonagi was mildly interesting, at least.

            And then there was Utemaro.

            Unique among the others, Utemaro could see. He could truly see what was taking place around him, while the others generally labored under a fog of honor or self-importance. Utemaro could be a threat, except that, while he could see, he simply did not seem to care. It was completely inexplicable to Jimen, and that alone made him curious about the Imperial Treasurer. Perhaps this season would give him the opportunity to further assess the man. It was not as if he had any other significant challenges, at least not unless Kakita Noritoshi showed up.

            Noritoshi. There was a true challenge. Nothing that had happened between them since the Emerald Championship had ended had been what he expected. None of the likely scenarios he had envisioned with their duel was at an end had come to pass. It was absolutely fascinating and, if he was being truthful, perhaps a little disturbing. But then, perhaps this winter would be an opportunity for him to learn more. Perhaps garner allies, even within Noritoshi’s own clan.

            Yes, now that was an interesting thought. Perhaps someone ridiculously honorable, someone who would never willingly betray their lord, but who was still pained, perhaps even angered, by his seeming abandonment of his duties in his quest to find the truth behind Jimen’s activities. That would be a challenge.  That would be interesting.

            Jimen began humming a merry tune as he considered it.

* * * * *

            Hida Reiha felt little as she walked through the corridors of Kyuden Gotei. The official Winter Court was scheduled to begin the next day, but she found that she cared very little. She had railed against leaving the front lines, but her brother had managed to convince her to do so. Her youngest son, the ever quiet Ren, would be in the safest place in the Empire, and Benjiro would protect young Kisada with his life. Benjiro had always been good at convincing her to do things, even as a child, and this was no different. His rationale that the Crab could not risk the loss of a second Champion so soon after her husband’s death had been difficult to hear, but she had finally acquiesced. She regretted it already, and felt sure she would continue to do so until she stepped back onto the soil of Crab lands.

            Reiha paused outside her destination only for a moment to inspect her attire and ensure that she had not lapsed into any of the comfortable warrior traditions she normally wore, but that her robes were properly positioned for a lady of court. Once that was done, she passed by the silent Seppun guardsmen and entered the small chamber.

            “Lady Reiha,” the Imperial Treasurer said with a slight bow. “Thank you for agreeing to meet with me.”

            “Of course, Utemaro-sama,” she answered, returning his bow. “You said it was a matter of some urgency.”

            “After a fashion,” Utemaro said. “I wished to give you a copy of this decree personally. You will see that it bears both my chop and that of the Empress herself. You will no doubt find it interesting.”

            Reiha regarded the scroll he handed her with a questioning expression. “Of course, Treasurer. I will have my Yasuki attendants examine it at once, and if there are any questions, I will…”

            “Oh, for the Heavens’ sake,” Utemaro said, somewhat irritably. “Really, this sort of thing is not that complicated. It simply says that the Empress has authorized that all Imperial stipends currently received by the Crab to be doubled, on account of the difficulties you are currently having with the invasion.”

            “I see,” Reiha said. “I am grateful. This will aid in the long siege to come.”

            “It was the suggestion of the Empress,” Utemaro said. “I am simply responsible for ensuring that it takes place. I have all measures ready. The first shipments should arrive at the front lines within a week’s time at the utmost, assuming maximum incompetence on the part of all parties involved in the transportation.”

            Reiha continued to regard the scroll. “My husband’s life should not be purchased so cheaply,” she said quietly.

            “There are not sufficient funds within the Empire to purchase the life of a man such as your husband,” a deep voice said, “nor of any Clan Champion who serves the Empress loyally.”

            “Lord Satsu,” Utemaro said with a bow as the large monk entered the room. His eyes then widened ever so slightly as the personage of the Empress herself followed. “Divine One,” he said, kneeling at once.”

            Reiha followed suit, paling slightly. “I did not mean any disrespect,” she said quietly.

            “Suffering can give haste to many unpleasant words,” Togashi Satsu said. “The Empress understands this all too well, and does not regard her Crab Champion with any less favor as a result.”

            Reiha forced a smile. “Thank you, Divine One.”

            “The Empress deeply regrets the necessary sacrifice lord Kuon made,” the Voice of the Empress continued. “Yet it is her hope that you will soon see, as part of the season that begins tomorrow, that his acts have united the Empire in support of the Crab. The sons of Hida will not stand apart in this battle.”

            “That would have filled lord Kuon’s heart with joy, should he have seen it while he lived, Divine One.”

            The Divine Empress smiled slightly, then nodded to Satsu. “There is one duty that the Empress wishes to speak of with you, Lady Reiha. A duty that is of the utmost importance, and one that she feels the Crab are exclusively suited to deal with in the proper manner. She wishes it to be fulfilled by the witch hunter order within your Kuni family.”

            The Crab Champion’s expression was one of otter surprise. “What would that be, my lady?”

            “There is an individual somewhere within the Empire, a traitor and blasphemer of the first order who calls herself the Ebon Daughter. Have you heard of this individual, Reiha-sama?”

            “I have not, Divine One.”

            Satsu nodded. “Few have, it seems, but the Empress believes that she is solely responsible for the outbreak and spread of the dreadful plague that currently afflicts the Empire. For that, the Empress wishes her brought to justice, to be executed before the Imperial Court for her criminal acts, that all might see the light of Heaven in the acts of man.” Satsu paused slightly. “Do you understand the importance of this, Reiha-sama?”

            “I do,” she answered, “and I would be greatly honored if you would permit the Crab to bring this harridan to answer for her crimes, my Empress.”

            “So be it,” Satsu said, bowing to the Empress. “Now if you will excuse us, Lady Reiha, the Empress has words for her Chancellor and Amethyst Champion, for court begins with the sunrise.”

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