Letter 7
(Clan Mantis/Yoritomo's Alliance)
Victory!
Victory,
at last, has come to us, and all that we struggled to acheive is ours!
We
have stood before the Seven Great Clans, and we have shown them that they are
not the onlyvoices in Rokugan. The voice of the Mantis, the voice of the lesser
clans - our voice - has been heard. We have shouted from the battlefield, we
have raised our standard on the hills and plains of this nation, and we have
forced them to listen. From the fields around the Emperor’s palace, our armies
stood, risking death side by side with the regiments of the noble houses.
When
I stood before their Champions and announced my place among them, they knew it
was time to recognize the Mantis. All our clans, the united Alliance which has
fought beneath our banner, we have won what should have been ours from the
start. Our battle was on the field of the Emperor’s palace - against filthy
beasts and undead. We swarmed upon the field and gave them no quarter, no rest
and no escape. The army of the Dark One was crushed beneath our heels.
Shugenja
hurled spells from the rear, and samurai rushed the field to battle the enemy,
eager for the fight. Glory was ours - all those who served the Alliance fought
bravely, for though we were few, we were the ones who made the difference.
The
armies of the Great Clans had been decimated by thier own bickering, and even at
the end, just before the gates opened, Lion fought Lion in an insane battle. I
led my own men before the great gates of Otosan Uchi, cutting zombies and other
fiends down before our blades, and we were the first inside its massive walls. I
will never forget the sight of the palace - once magnificent and stately, but
now foul and corrupt.
Things
which defy description poured down on us from the ramparts, splitting the heads
of my comrades with thier rusted pikes. Brute strength and reckless force were
thier weapons, and we were reduced to cutting at them as a fisherman cuts apart
a shark.
I
thought the butchery would never end; the horde was massive and eager, rushing
toward us with death in thier eyes. Those beside me who fell soon rose again,
the hissing sound of the Dark Lord’s gift filling thier lungs as thier eyes
lit with hatred.
To
the left, oni of tremendous size and awesome strength; to the right, skeletons
and the horde of undead; and beside me, my own dead soldiers tried to tear my
weapons from my hands,
Standing
among the ghoulish legion, my weapons whirling madly, I heard from the field a
single wild howl, surpassing all other noises. It rose from the plain from a
single voice, but was soon joined by others in a tremendous outcry. It was the
sound of life, a spirit that had been threatened by extinction but was once
again free.
I
looked around me at the dead, and found that no more rose to test my blades.
The
Dark One’s power had been broken.
It
was over - our victory was complete.
After
the battle, with the fields of Otosan Uchi burning on the horizon, Toturi spoke
to the gathered throng. With the blessing of Shinsei, he proclaimed a new
Imperial reign over Rokugan, a reign which would signal a new era. He spoke of
unity, and of peace, and he called me into the presence of the Champions, to
stand beside them as was my due.
He
kept his promise to our Clan, and our Alliance.
At
last, I stood among the Leaders of the Great Houses of Rokugan, and I was thier
equal.
Our
future is assured - our place in the Empire is certain. Our storms have changed
the world.
Yoritomo