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| | -- ''Ruki Nü, of [[The Xuan Wu Academy]]'' | | -- ''Ruki Nü, of [[The Xuan Wu Academy]]'' |
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| − | The first wooden bridge was delicately carved, and was painted the same bold and reverent shade of vermillion as its sisters. Eight bridges in all arched over a deep green rushing stream of water; the path wandered from bank to bank, bridge woods, woods to bridge, back and forth across the stream. Beyond the furthest bridge lay the '''Nameless House''', an austere and serene guest cottage where he had spent the night; in the pale glow of the early morning, he could feel the eight bridges sculpting the watery essence of the river into a geomantically auspicious arrangement.
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| − | "This," thought the young monk - and not for the first time that morning - "is not what I had expected to find in the sanctum of an Anathema warrior. Just what kind of a man is he?"
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| − | [[Soho]]'s morning walk through the winding paths of Flying Pearl Lake took him past many groves, peaceful and pleasant all, and all featuring a babbling brook or churning waterfal or even just a serene and silent reflecting pool. Some of these groves were being tended to by gardeners, both mortal and Elemental. Others were currently occupied by wildlife; flocks of birds, or a family of deer, or even just a school of brilliant koi in the water. Still others stood utterly silent and empty. Had he not already recited his morning sutras upon the porch of the Nameless House, any of the groves would have served as suitable places to meditate upon wind and wood. But now, bow and arrows in hand, he sought to undertake a different sort of meditation.
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| − | He approached a familiar-looking intersection of paths; ah yes, were he to turn left here, he would arrive at the '''Hearth of the Heart''', whose well-stocked kitchens and whose threefold banquet halls - one suited for for five, one for fifty, and the last for five-hundred guests - stood ready should he choose to break his fast. Soho had dined there alone the previous night, in the smallest of the banquet halls - little more than a room designed for a tea ceremony. The meal had been an impeccable cha-kaiseki presentation of simple monastic foods - rice with sesame seeds, small portions of raw and steamed freshwater fish, crisp diced root vegetables, tofu, boiled egg, and a steaming kettle of Hiparkes Brand tea.
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| − | "Truly," thought the monk, "I cannot tell whether this place is truly the work of serene discipline, or merely a most elaborate facade."
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| − | Soho pondered this for a moment. "The landscape reveals much that might otherwise be hidden. He thinks of himself as one set apart, one unapproachable. He shuns the comfort of his fellow man." The young monk frowned and turned his attention to the building's construction. "Who builds a house without a foundation? A man who does not fear catastrophe? Or a man who invites it?"
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| | [[Heaven's Mandate]] | | [[Heaven's Mandate]] |
