Rob Hobart

This fiction was written as a general update of the state of Rokugan and the plans of the major villains after the events of GenCon (in contrast to the previous fiction, which specifically addressed the outcome of the Siege of Shiro Usagi). Since the point of the story was to show the intentions of the campaign's three main villains (Moto Temujin, Akodo Gintaku, and Shosuro Hido) I wrote it solely from their viewpoints.

The first part (Temujin) subtly reveals that the Last Dark Moto has left the Unicorn Clan to eventually sign up with Gintaku -- this reflected Gintaku's acquisition of the Bloodsword Ambition, which attracted the Dark Moto's attention. The second part likewise reveals that Gintaku has the sword and hints at its true nature. (It may be noted that at this point, Akodo Mako is still himself -- his replacement by the Dark Moto still lies in the future.) Finally, the third part hints that Shosuro Hido knows that Miya Shikan has become a khadi and plans to share that information with Shikan's enemies. The first two parts of the fiction also make reference to various diplomatic agreements forged by PCs at various Interactives, such as the Lion making marriage alliances with the Phoenix.

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Castle of the Moto, Autumn 1502

Moto Temujin's eyes narrow, and he sets both hands carefully on the writing desk before him. "What?"

Ide Xhi Shou strokes his thick, chest-length beard with nervous fingers. "As I said, great Khan. When I called at Shiro Shinjo, they informed me Kotoku-san was... gone. The castle guards claim he went out riding two weeks ago and did not return. The scouts hunted for him, of course, and continue to do so, but they have found nothing."

Temujin lifts his hands and laces them together, hunching forward.

"Betrayal?" he mutters. "No, it would not dare."

"Great Khan?"

The Moto lord's gaze snaps back up to the Ide daimyo. "We must keep this secret, lest our enemies sense weakness. Announce that Shinjo Kotoku has gone on musha shugyo, to seek his roots in the Burning Sands. That should buy us a couple of years, more than enough time."

"As you command, great Khan." Xhi Shou looks thoughtful. "As for the rule of the Shinjo family..."

"We shall require a regent," Temujin nods. He closes his eyes for a moment in thought. "Shinjo Najamura."

"The governor of Kouryo Province?"

"Yes. He is loyal, and he can trace his bloodline to Shono through his grandmother. That should be sufficient." Temujin leans back, gesturing dismissal. "See to it, Ide-san. And send in the generals."

The Ide daimyo bows and leaves the room. A moment later, a half-dozen men enter the chamber. Temujin lifts a sheaf of papers from his desk and hands them out the moment the ritual prostrations are complete.

"The orders for this year's winter maneuvers. War in the spring is all but certain, now that Gojiro has shattered the Herald's peace. Our troops must be ready."

"And what of these... maneuvers... we have announced with the Dragon and Lion, Great Khan?"

Temujin nods. "Send the Seventh Legion of the Junghar."

The generals share glances with each other. "That is... a reserve unit, Great Khan."

"Just so. We would not wish our enemies to know our true strength,would we? Better for them to think us weak." Temujin grins like a wolf, and his generals answer him with smiles equally predatory.

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The Castle of the Swift Sword, Autumn 1502

Akodo Gintaku stands in the window of his castle's upper chamber, looking out on the lands of his Clan. He holds a wakizashi in his left hand, lifting it up to the afternoon sunlight. After a moment he runs his fingertips along the wave-pattern in the gleaming steel, as gently as another man might touch a lover.

"Soto," he says, voice flat and hard as iron.

"Yes, honored father?"

Gintaku turns back into the room, facing his kneeling son. "War is coming. You must take a wife, to strengthen our position."

"Of course, honored father." The young man hesitates a moment, then continues, "But are you sure there will be war? The Imperial Herald--"

The third man in the room speaks, his voice cutting across Soto's words like a knife. "The Herald's power is broken," Akodo Mako says. "The Beast shattered it along with the walls of Shiro Usagi. He will spend the winter scrambling like a monkey, and accomplish nothing."

Soto bows. "My apologies, honored father, Mako-sama. Who then should I marry?"

"A Phoenix would be best, if we can use it to bring them to a full and final commitment," Gintaku replies. "They have tried to play both sides for too long -- time to force a choice. If not them, then most likely a Crab, to secure Gojiro's cooperation. He has two younger sisters."

Soto swallows, but his voice remains even. "As you command, of course, honored father."

Gintaku nods. "There are other possibilities. We may yet be able to shatter the Triple Alliance, now that the Crane have broken their word before the Empire. I have ordered our diplomats to spend the winter assessing all possible options. When spring comes, I will inform you of the final choice."

"Yes, honored father." Soto bows again. "Does the Clan Champion have any expressed preference?"

"Matsu Nimoro-sama has more than enough to occupy his time. I shall handle these matters on his behalf. Now, begone. There are things I must discuss with Mako-san in private."

Akodo Soto makes his prostrations and departs. Gintaku waits until the nightengale floor tells him the boy has left the hall outside, then turns to Mako. "Is it ready, anniki?"

"The troops are already in place, anniki, with all the equipment needed. I leave this evening to join them."

"Go then, anniki. I rely on your loyalty." Akodo Gintaku watches his comrade leave, then looks once more at the wakizashi in his hand. Something that might be a smile tugs at one corner of his mouth.

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A Chamber Beneath Nihai Tower, Autumn 1502

Six men kneel around a bloated figure in a half-lit chamber.

"The sword is... no longer in reach, for now," the swollen form wheezes, each breath like the sound of air drawn through wet paper. "Matters are... coming to a head with our... partners. Soon all our strength...will be needed in the capital."

One of the kneeling men speaks, voice soft as silk. "What of other operations?"

"End... all tasks which are not essential. We have... lost too many recruits in these... recent fiascoes." The swollen man's voice shakes, acidic with rage. "We have been... too confident. Matters are so close to a finish... we must be prepared to take advantage... no matter which way things turn. No more mistakes."

"And the Herald?"

"He has made many enemies. Help them... find what needs to be found."

"It shall be as you wish, Spider-sama." The figures bow and withdraw, leaving Shosuro Hido alone in the stifling darkness of his lair.