efforts have succeeded beyond our wildest dreams! The Citadel of the Hiruma is
at last firmly in the hands of the Crab, and the Lion stand beside us in
victory. Now the Horde has been driven from the field, scattered like a foul
mist. The armies of the Lion stand on the wall, side by side with our warriors,
is something strange going on in the ranks of the Horde, a hesitancy or weakness
greater than any since the day the Dark One fell. The undead Moto ride their
freakish beasts on the hills of the Kuni Wastes, turning away from our armies as
though afraid to come to battle. Perhaps they fear our combined might. More
likely there is something darker in the Shadowlands, gathering them from beyond
call to us. Soon we will march under blue and gold mon. The greatest army
Rokugan has ever seen will drive into the Shadowlands and break the armies of
the Fallen Kami forever. I have heard that they gather at the lost Troll City,
determined to march north once their numbers have grown.
not fail. We have O-Ushi's spirit. We cannot fail. We have the Lion's
battle-guile. We will not fail, not because of mortal humanity or destiny, but
because the children of Kisada-sama stand once more at our side!
true my doshi. We have heard his voice over the fields of the northern forests.
The spirit of Hida Sukune walks once more beside us, breaking the silence to
bring us joyful news. The armies will march north one final time to gather our
true Champion. Not even death could separate the Master from his promise to the
Emperor, and the spirit of his brother Sukune will lead him through Jigoku to
before our united strength, the Shadowlands will fall at last.
south at dawn.
command with strength of mind, strength of body, strength of duty. We accept
that no one else can do what we must.
the Crab. We are nothing else.