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===5245-Jopin, Mitcholt, and the Arrival of The Forces of Tosa===

Morning breezes waft over the docks of Amber with the scent of salt and fog heavy in the dawn.

Out to sea a mighty man in the autumn of his years stands on the rocky shoals of the isle of Cabra. The waves crash at his feet and feel like a lover's caress to him.

Out in the east a kayak cuts through the fog. Seeing it, the man raises a deck of cards into his view and concentrates.
"Yes, my liege. They are here."

The small vessel pulls up to the isle. Looking up, the man in red leathers and red scale armor asks, "excuse me good sir, beest thou His grace, Duke Sir Jopin of Cabra? "

"I am. And you? "

"Goodly Duke, I am Sir Micholt Kandif. My liege comes anon and seeks the harbor thy liege has called to be our resting place. From here we go north, correct?"

"Yes, and devil take you sir had I my way. But I do not. To the north you will see dolphin in the livery of Rebma. They shall take you to the new docks above North Riding." Scowlingly he points north.

"By faith, I gat that thy will holds ill will towards me, though I fain have set foot on this fair land? What cause have thee to ado with me or mine?"

"Go north God of Lust, if you set foot on my rock I'll gut you like a sturgeon and eat your eggs on toast."

"Ah...I shall go north then, an my faith vilify thee. Seek me in Amber, wretch, if thy gut allows thee to take to the lists rather then hiding here like unto shellfish."

Guiding the craft to the sea, the Fletcher of Tosa paddles hard and sure. Behind him ships come from the mist. Tall, many-masted, flying the colors of blue and gold. Thousands of banners bear the arms of knights and kings and saints of battle.

Ships of many designs sail in smooth course past Cabra. Jopin, though angered at their intrusion is yet moved by the styles and the skill of the sailors that guide such strange and marvelous ships. Hours pass as the armada passes by. In his youth he would have born Amber's flag at sea and took battle to them, rather the watch them pass.

"The sea will run red getting them out, now that they are here"

As the ships pass a mighty barge comes in their midst, fueled by sorcery and witcheries, it glides through the seas like a glacier. On its bow stands a cadre of giants, 12 feet tall, clad in shimmering blue/green reardan scale, armed with the shadow weapons Jopin has only heard of. The Deathwheelers, 9' long, with 3 rows of spinning speartips. Each warrior holds his at attention. Jopin notes that the giants are not all men, nor do they all have only 2 arms.

Among the giants a titan stands boldly. Heads above the others in runescribed blue green reardan scale, long blond hair framing a gigantic squared jawed face. Jopin meets eyes with the creature even he must call a man. Three silver trees embossed on his brow beside a stone that shifts colors quickly. A dark blue cloak that covers his shoulders bear 12 sigils of the Saints of Battle, and the arms of the royal house of Tosa. He stands against the seafoam with his hand on the pommel of a mighty greatsword, glowing with blueish white light running along the rune-scribed blade.

Jopin catches the titan's eye as the ship passes. 

Behind Jopin a thin man in brown comes to stand beside him. The titan turns and salutes the pair in passing, though all three know that if the man in brown had remained hidden, no salute would have been given.

Jopin speaks,"so that's Alexandir kosKorag?"

Benedict nods." Yes. War God, Premier Saint of Battle, and King of Tosa. I may have to kill him someday. It will take some doing. Hopefully he will die well fighting Amber's foes."

Nodding, Jopin agrees. "I'll get a crypt ready. I can think of few enemies of Amber I would rather see dead more then this ally."

"Mayhap, old friend. But Azcala comes too and we may have cause in time to hate them more. By the way, King Random sends you his greetings"

Turning to Benedict, the old admiral pales. "No..I'm retired."

Chuckling, a sound unusual from the Marshal of Amber, he says ," Ya, so was I, Duke Jopin. Oh,my error, Admiral Jopin."

Scowling at his old friend as the armada sails past. 

The lighthouse keeper of Amber says," well, it will all end in tears.

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