Sunday, December 30, 2012
Battle of the Tonbo Crossroads
The brisk breeze provided a chill the clear morning
air. A steely calm ran through the
command group of the Lion Clan Daimyo as she spoke with hatomoto and
courtiers. From her stand point she
could see all of her forces and those of the Dragon across the field.
In the morning sun Akodo Dairuko stared across the field at
the deployment of the Dragon forces. On their
right flank across for the Lion Heavy regulars was a unit of Veteran Peasant
Pikemen and a unit of Agasha Fire Blossoms.
In the center a unit of Dragon
Flame and a Agasha Fire Blossoms unit were in the front with Dragon Scales and
Kitsuki Magistrates in support. The Left
Flank was a unit of Miromoto Forward Regulars.
The unit of Dragon Flame attempted to former Archer’s row
and failed, the decision was instantaneous, the unit of Lion Medium Regulars
cried Banzai and Charged the Dragon Flame.
The Dragon Flame Reacted with a round of fire but it as of little
use. At the same time the Lion Heavies
on the left charged forward and collided with the Veteran Peasant Pikemen and the
Agasha Fire Blossums who put it all on the line as it was all or nothing. The Heavy Armor of both units served them
well as the slammed home.
The Dragon Flame broken under the weight of the Lion medium
regulars and Dragon Flame with unanticipated grace broke away from the Medium
Regulars, the medium Regulars immediately charged the Dragon Scales. The Miromoto Forward regulars charged home
into the medium Infantry with Yumi to which the battle was short and the medium
infantry was crushed.
However Dairuko plan suddenly was coming to culmination as
the War Cats broke right and in short order charged the Kitsuki Magistrates, in
Fast Strikes they eliminated three samurai and took only a single wound in
return.
In a moment Dairuko decided there was a bridge of sand to
protect Matsu Imura from any sort of Duel.
The forces of the Dragon knew it was over.
It was not the glorious victory that the Lion Clan Daimyo
but it was a victory none the less.
Sunday, December 16, 2012
Battle of the Blackened Wood Shrine
The Exulted Ugla thought of himself as a handsome and Beautiful Creature. He was tall , well tall for a Goblin, and had beautiful straight green hair and a long flattened nose, like his forefather, and as leader of a band of Goblins deep within the Shadowlands who was to say otherwise.
His Tribe, the Goblins of the Blackened Wood Shrine, had lived a relatively quiet for the past two weeks. Well too quiet for the Shadowlands, a place where dog eat dog and Oni eat Oni was all to common. His warriors were worried they had died and gone to blackened fields in the sky and just didn't know it yet.
The piquets gave him the first notice that something was wrong, not many Goblins messed a meal and when they did you knew something was wrong. The scouts had failed to return and Ugla sent trusted members of his second cousin's daughters boyfriends adopted parents sister-in-law family out to check what was going on, I mean if you cannot count of obscure relatives who can you count on.
The Goblins riding Ugu's Cavalry encounted Oni no Mizu, the thing made of water. His boys leader decided to charge the wave head on, but his boys had a different opinion, stupid Goblins. Instead they let Oni Mizu charge them.
Ugla had a trick up his sleeve, well if he had sleeves he would of had a trick up them.
He knew how to make the ground shake, rattle and roll. The spell was tricky and Oni No Taki-bi was almost extinguished as the earth quacked beneath his flamie little feet. Does a Fire Elemental have Feet?
Oni no Mizu splashed into his cavalry while Oni no Kama flew headlong into his chuckers on the not right side.
That water thing sure knew how to hit like a ton of water. More than one and one and one and one of his Goblin Cavalry disappeared in the first wave of Mizu attack. And the Cavalry did actually hit the water, like a 16 school boy hitting the beach in the middle of summer.
Over on the not right Kaza was attacking his chuckers, but they were holding their own and each other and their pants up and well he got the point. Ugla hoped Oni no Kaza got the point to, many times from his chuckers. They threw something called a Catchin Sink at the Oni, what ever in that is. Kaza got clucked a good one, two wounds.
When Kaza finally got to the Chuckers he rolled a Natural Yatzee of Ones. Perfect score at the wrong time, when a second Catchin Sink, man ugla hoped that wasn't a disease, caught Kaza in the beak and down goes Frazier.
One, two, what someone knows how to actually count, what number where we on, yeah 10. Kaza's out. Some Goblin claiming to be from Philadelphia was screaming something about "there ain't going to be a rematch", Ugla was upset, his Goblins were supposed to be Italian sausages or stallions or something like that.
Without warning Oni no Taki-bi slunk off into the night, how you not see a moving camp fire. Some Goblin named Po attempted to explain they were blinded by there own awesomeness. What kind of Goblin is that, so awesome they blind themselves. Well my kind of course since they work for me, or worship me, or follow me or something decided Ugla.
Monday, December 3, 2012
War of the Dragonfly - Prequel
It was a cold damp wind that blew across the Kyodai na Kabe sano Kita. The warrior stared head longed into the Mountains that formed the Great Wall of the North, the moisture freezing instantly on his splendid Emerald and Gold colored armor. The Oracle had spoken.
Like a moth to the Flame the warrior knew where he must go and that the flame could burn him if he was not careful. He paused again to reflect on he heard, for the Oracle had spoken.
“Shu’ Jin, we must return to Shiro Mirumoto, the Waha’ tatsu must be told of the words of the Oracle” the monk’s clear, sharp voice contrasting with the dull moans and groans of the sharp and bitter winds.
“Waha’ tatsu” the warrior paused “already knows what the Oracle said.” The warrior’s armor heaved as he made a slight turn to look at the monk. “I do not doubt that our Laughing Dragon, the waha’ tatsu, the Champion of the Dragon Clan, Mirumoto Shikei knew what the Oracle would say long before we were sent here.” He turned back to the wind.
“Shu’ Jin” the monk waited to see if the warrior would react. The pause was awkwardly long before he continued. “If Mirumoto Shikei knows then it is our most important duty to inform our Lord that the words have been spoken. It is not the knowledge of the words that bring forth the power but the sound of the words that bring forth the truth.”
“Spoken like a true Ise Zumi, guidance and answers in the form of riddles.” The Warrior turned; a frozen tear stung his cheek. “The Oracle has spoken and Dragon will answer her call.” A glare of hatred was frozen on his face. “The Dragon will move on the fallen tower and conflict with Right Hand of the Emperor will follow.” He paused without looking at the monk. “How many mothers will lose their sons? How many sons will lose their fathers? How many wives will lose their husbands? How many children will the Dragon lose?”
The monk did not reply.
The warrior began to walk, his armor creaked as the ice broke free. “I go to inform the Laughing Dragon that the path laid before us cannot be altered, we march head long into confrontation.” The face of the monk changed as if he had already realized what the Warrior was about to say. “The Oracle has said there will be war; she did not say that the Dragon would win the war.”
“Togashi Noboro, you know as well as I once the power of the word has been spoken we must do what we must do. We cannot alter our paths as simply as a moth cannot alter it fatal attraction to the flame.”
“I truly wish I could say you spoke wisely.” The remaining part of the sentence was left unsaid.
Akodo Dairuko sat quietly on her chair. The flickering candle light made it difficult to concentrate on a single item in the room. Silence hung across the room as even the breathing of the dozen or so individuals in the room barely registered. As the third child in her family she was used to waiting, as the Daimyo of the Lion Clan it was not in her nature to be patient. She glanced once at her Hatomoto to make sure they were hearing the words spoken by the scout, one single glance, a single connection of the eyes let her know understanding was mutual.
The Daimyo of the Lion Clan quickly returned her focus to the scout. Like most Matsu the scout spoke only of what she was sure of, regardless of what the individual’s intuition and gut instinct said, what she said was simply fact. It was the responsibility of the Daimyo to question the fact, to question that fact until she knew the truth.
Her voice was clear, collected and deliberate when the Daimyo finally spoke. “The banners of the Togashi have been seen in Kyuden Tonbo. The war camps have been spotted in the valley north of the City.” Akodo Dairuko looked again at her Hatomoto for nearly a fraction of a second and back to the scout. “The houses of the Dragon have long been allies of the children of the Fallen Tower, why does a few banners among many change anything.”
The scout did not answer at first. She looked first at her Daimyo, then at each of the Hatomoto in turn, she focused on young Matsu lord. He made a simple gesture with a hand and the air in the room was released. “I have not seen the banner with my own eyes.” The scout paused. “The Banner of the Laughing Dragon comes to Kyden Tonbo.”
No one breathed. The sound of their own heart beats filled everyone’s ears. The hatomoto dared not even move. Slowly as if a trance was lifted Akodo Dairuko spoke “The Laugh Dragon has left the heights and contemplation and acts.” She turned to the Hatomoto and continued. “War has come are we prepared?”
A voice of another filled the room, “Surely the Emperor must be told.” And then another responded “The Laugh Dragon does not come quietly the Emperor must already know.” A third voice was heard “The first sacrifice in war is honor." to which a fourth voice intoned "Honor has already been sacrificed.”
To be Continued ...
As a note my friend Jim and I have pulled out our figures and are some what planning on a series of games in the continuation of the Dragon and Lion Clan conflict. Our first battle scheduled later this month should have 4,000 koku a side. Pictures and Story to follow.
Like a moth to the Flame the warrior knew where he must go and that the flame could burn him if he was not careful. He paused again to reflect on he heard, for the Oracle had spoken.
“Shu’ Jin, we must return to Shiro Mirumoto, the Waha’ tatsu must be told of the words of the Oracle” the monk’s clear, sharp voice contrasting with the dull moans and groans of the sharp and bitter winds.
“Waha’ tatsu” the warrior paused “already knows what the Oracle said.” The warrior’s armor heaved as he made a slight turn to look at the monk. “I do not doubt that our Laughing Dragon, the waha’ tatsu, the Champion of the Dragon Clan, Mirumoto Shikei knew what the Oracle would say long before we were sent here.” He turned back to the wind.
“Shu’ Jin” the monk waited to see if the warrior would react. The pause was awkwardly long before he continued. “If Mirumoto Shikei knows then it is our most important duty to inform our Lord that the words have been spoken. It is not the knowledge of the words that bring forth the power but the sound of the words that bring forth the truth.”
“Spoken like a true Ise Zumi, guidance and answers in the form of riddles.” The Warrior turned; a frozen tear stung his cheek. “The Oracle has spoken and Dragon will answer her call.” A glare of hatred was frozen on his face. “The Dragon will move on the fallen tower and conflict with Right Hand of the Emperor will follow.” He paused without looking at the monk. “How many mothers will lose their sons? How many sons will lose their fathers? How many wives will lose their husbands? How many children will the Dragon lose?”
The monk did not reply.
The warrior began to walk, his armor creaked as the ice broke free. “I go to inform the Laughing Dragon that the path laid before us cannot be altered, we march head long into confrontation.” The face of the monk changed as if he had already realized what the Warrior was about to say. “The Oracle has said there will be war; she did not say that the Dragon would win the war.”
“Togashi Noboro, you know as well as I once the power of the word has been spoken we must do what we must do. We cannot alter our paths as simply as a moth cannot alter it fatal attraction to the flame.”
“I truly wish I could say you spoke wisely.” The remaining part of the sentence was left unsaid.
Akodo Dairuko sat quietly on her chair. The flickering candle light made it difficult to concentrate on a single item in the room. Silence hung across the room as even the breathing of the dozen or so individuals in the room barely registered. As the third child in her family she was used to waiting, as the Daimyo of the Lion Clan it was not in her nature to be patient. She glanced once at her Hatomoto to make sure they were hearing the words spoken by the scout, one single glance, a single connection of the eyes let her know understanding was mutual.
The Daimyo of the Lion Clan quickly returned her focus to the scout. Like most Matsu the scout spoke only of what she was sure of, regardless of what the individual’s intuition and gut instinct said, what she said was simply fact. It was the responsibility of the Daimyo to question the fact, to question that fact until she knew the truth.
Her voice was clear, collected and deliberate when the Daimyo finally spoke. “The banners of the Togashi have been seen in Kyuden Tonbo. The war camps have been spotted in the valley north of the City.” Akodo Dairuko looked again at her Hatomoto for nearly a fraction of a second and back to the scout. “The houses of the Dragon have long been allies of the children of the Fallen Tower, why does a few banners among many change anything.”
The scout did not answer at first. She looked first at her Daimyo, then at each of the Hatomoto in turn, she focused on young Matsu lord. He made a simple gesture with a hand and the air in the room was released. “I have not seen the banner with my own eyes.” The scout paused. “The Banner of the Laughing Dragon comes to Kyden Tonbo.”
No one breathed. The sound of their own heart beats filled everyone’s ears. The hatomoto dared not even move. Slowly as if a trance was lifted Akodo Dairuko spoke “The Laugh Dragon has left the heights and contemplation and acts.” She turned to the Hatomoto and continued. “War has come are we prepared?”
A voice of another filled the room, “Surely the Emperor must be told.” And then another responded “The Laugh Dragon does not come quietly the Emperor must already know.” A third voice was heard “The first sacrifice in war is honor." to which a fourth voice intoned "Honor has already been sacrificed.”
To be Continued ...
As a note my friend Jim and I have pulled out our figures and are some what planning on a series of games in the continuation of the Dragon and Lion Clan conflict. Our first battle scheduled later this month should have 4,000 koku a side. Pictures and Story to follow.
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