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| β | + | Great trees grew from the hillside like an army encamped: sturdy, protected and dangerous. Maples stood as sentinel and rampart alike, the split-trunked, shorter trees near the bottom of the hill providing cover for the taller, single-trunked trees further in. Even in the middle of [http://exalted.xi.co.nz/wiki/wiki.pl?StarHawk/LittleCalendar Descending Fire], in the waning days of summer, the maple's five-pointed, finger-like leaves were mostly a bold red; these only served to mask the camp's other soldiers, the thin bamboo that grew in clumps between the stations of maple. [[Choshu Ishi]] moved towards the forest with the incautious haste of one who had not long tarried beyond the veil of the city or the battlefields of men. He rushed headlong into the army of nature. | |
Theirs was an impressive, if veiled, show of force. Animal spirits in fangs of five paced him, barely visible, from the brush; bow-armed dryads served as gunchei, directing those spirits carefully from the cover of tree trunks; wood spiders chittered their reconnaissance in the branches above. The army was as wild and patterned as ever a forest was, a seeming chaos with implicit order, and Ishi slowed his pace to wonder at it, and for lack of a trail. | Theirs was an impressive, if veiled, show of force. Animal spirits in fangs of five paced him, barely visible, from the brush; bow-armed dryads served as gunchei, directing those spirits carefully from the cover of tree trunks; wood spiders chittered their reconnaissance in the branches above. The army was as wild and patterned as ever a forest was, a seeming chaos with implicit order, and Ishi slowed his pace to wonder at it, and for lack of a trail. | ||
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Only when day gave way to moonless night was his hope answered. He had lost sight of the forest's army as the sun waned, except for the occasional gleam of a predatory eye, but now he saw a faint light ahead. He walked for it and though he had long lost any sense of expectation for what the night might bring, the sight before him still took him by surprise. He was in a forest glade lit by foxfire burning in the nearby trees. An open, wooden pavilion grew like a tree from the earth in the center. In the pavilion sat a beautiful, pale woman in green scholar's robes. Ishi would have thought she was a dryad, if not for the maple leaves which crowned her hair and her imperious grace. "Lady," he said, "are you the Red Root Sage?" | Only when day gave way to moonless night was his hope answered. He had lost sight of the forest's army as the sun waned, except for the occasional gleam of a predatory eye, but now he saw a faint light ahead. He walked for it and though he had long lost any sense of expectation for what the night might bring, the sight before him still took him by surprise. He was in a forest glade lit by foxfire burning in the nearby trees. An open, wooden pavilion grew like a tree from the earth in the center. In the pavilion sat a beautiful, pale woman in green scholar's robes. Ishi would have thought she was a dryad, if not for the maple leaves which crowned her hair and her imperious grace. "Lady," he said, "are you the Red Root Sage?" | ||
| β | + | The lady smiled at him and gestured for him to approach. She said, "I am." | |
Ishi stepped across the glade and up into the pavilion. A low table, grown into the structure, sat before the Sage and on it were a small wooden pot and two tea bowls. "I am Choshu Ishi, and I would be a hero of the [[The Marukan Alliance|Marukan]]. I have heard that my lord and your father, [[Storm of Amber]], watered you with strategy and fed you a diet of tactics as you grew." | Ishi stepped across the glade and up into the pavilion. A low table, grown into the structure, sat before the Sage and on it were a small wooden pot and two tea bowls. "I am Choshu Ishi, and I would be a hero of the [[The Marukan Alliance|Marukan]]. I have heard that my lord and your father, [[Storm of Amber]], watered you with strategy and fed you a diet of tactics as you grew." | ||
