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Dedications: Thanks to the Ricepaper Group, especially Daidoji Gisei-san and Moto Maratai-san, without whom it would have been a much worse story. The tiny piece of flint remained steady in the tweezers. Tamori Shosei peered through a rough lens, trying … Continue reading →

“Asai, stop,” his mother called after him. The young Sparrow whirled. “How can you defend him, mother” “You just don’t understand him,” Suzume Hiroe said quietly. “He has his reasons. And he is my husband, and your father. We must … Continue reading →

Dedications: To the Ricepaper list, especially Moto Maratai, Daidoji Gisei, and Kuni Mirutai, for their assistance in making this a much better story. Thanks also to Maratai, Kakita Himoto, and Hiruma Teri for allowing me to borrow their characters for … Continue reading →

The small room was dark except for a small circle of candles illuminating a low table, neatly stacked with rolled-up scrolls. The candles burned low, their wax creating tiny stalactites on the wooden floor. There was no sound in the … Continue reading →

Bayushi Tetsuro kicked his horse’s flanks, spurring him faster. The wind whipped past his face as he rode, and branches tore long red streaks in his skin. Ahead he could see the jagged ridge that overlooked his home. The scent … Continue reading →

The man stood on the terrace, looking out into the mountains. A thin grey haze enveloped him, the upper regions of a storm currently watering the valleys. The mountains were barely visible in the fog, lending an otherworldly feel to … Continue reading →

Kakita Shimazu gazed into the flames of the cookfire, thinking. The five Legionnaires had been here on the trail of two thieves for a week now. All the evidence pointed towards the bloodspeakers fleeing civilization, heading into the wilderness. There … Continue reading →

The air was quiet in the camp of the Jade Hand. Although it had been just about a month since Tamori Shosei had first joined the small group, he was still getting used to the idea of it. All Rokugani … Continue reading →

Kiyoshi stood at the edge of the precipice, the wind screaming in his ears. Below him, Dragon’s Heart Plain lay out flat and peaceful in the moonlight, blissfully ignorant of mankind’s woes. Kiyoshi looked over the plain sadly. Once, he, … Continue reading →

Euiko huddled below the shallow overhang, her heart beating wildly. Below her palms she could feel the slick surface of obsidian. The air was still, the way it is before a powerful storm. She could imagine that she could feel … Continue reading →

Drip. Drip. The sound of the small water clock was magnified by the silence of the night until it filled the small room. Drip. The sound echoed in Bayushi Genjos mind, forming a counterpoint to the single word he could … Continue reading →

Excerpts from the Journals of Tamori Euiko: I write these journals as the continuation of my husband’s work. My husband was born and raised Kitsuki Atasuke. Although he died a Tamori, he never stopped being a Kitsuki in his heart, … Continue reading →

Winters claw hastens Descent of shining spirit Into cold darkness. Ikoma Anzai looked at the haiku with distaste. He had been working on it for hours now, and it still didnt quite capture the sense of being there. How could … Continue reading →

The sun beat heavily upon the bare back of the peasant boy, as he cut down the stalks of rice and stacked them neatly in a pile. He was working the far end of the paddy, and the nearest other … Continue reading →