« Reply #4 on: December 19, 2023, 08:26:52 AM »
Tokaro,
I had never killed before I was forced into this twisted dream. I never thought that the day would come that I was forced to don armour, grasp a blade, and fight on behalf of my Daimyo, my Husband, my Family. In a way, I was right. I never did.
I killed on behalf of my own self-interest to survive in a world where I am no Samurai beyond my spirit, but a beggar woman drifting between domain with little value, rights, or perceived dignity. I had written to you of Barovia with queer amusement at the design of stone buildings, the food of the land, the unwashed and barbaric habits of the peoples. There was, for a short time, a quaint amusement to how such a hardy people might have survived to found a functioning land, a civilization, amidst the endless tides of sheer monstrosities. They were monsters, like in old tales, and I slew them all with a blade bound in magic said to be of the Kami of Rokushima Taiyoo.
I have now fled Barovia. Lawful as I was and deferential to the authorities, I was selected by random and accosted by a number of men who desired to search my belongings. I acquiesced without qualm by due lawful nature, but when they wished to feel my body to search for things that might be hidden along it, I refused for the sake of your honour. Despite women being present, they refused my request to be searched by one. They then announced their intent to capture me, to make an example of me for violating their laws; Though no written law that I have seen supported their actions or claim. I drew my Tachi, and stepped back; They drew their weapons and from the outset it was clear to me that I had no chance of killing all of them. I drew my tanto, and brought it to my neck with clear intent to preserve my dignity and yours, in an honourable death before the dishonour of capture, but -- Tokaro, I could not.
I was a coward, and I did not do what so many would have in my steps, before submitting themselves to a barbarous, foreign authority who by all measure had kidnapped me with some foul Magick to place me in this misbegotten land of tragedy. I dishonoured you, my Tokaro, and I ran to preserve my life like the coward that I am, and I did not even try to take theirs, for it did not seem possible nor dignified to do. I was captured. I was beaten, my bones broken, and cast into the midnight hour of this land where so many creatures walk as predators with only my recent student and impromptu Ashigaru to protect me. I lost face to him, in that moment; To be mewling and so weak.
That night, I made the decision to leave. I took the last of my money; Two hundred and six gold and walked until the straps of my geta had fallen free, and then upon bare feet to a distant camp within the swirling mists of Barovia. There, dark-skinned strangers in rolling wagons pulled by Oxen took my coin in exchange to leave this land, and I rode for several days. I arrived in a realm called, 'Dementlieu,' wherein I am told relations with the Rokushima Taiyoo are frequent, for the Chinese traded unto us Silk, as the Rokuman do to Dementlieuse, and as the Portuguese traded unto us Firelocks, do the Dementlieuse the Rokuman. I hope to learn more about this culture which so frequently I am mistaken for, that perhaps I might understand more. Had, more our kind, been cast here in times past? Perhaps the Samurai of Clan Taira's souls did not manifest as crabs after their mass-seppuku, but rather, fell through the sea to this land?
I arrived in what is called, 'Port-au-Lucine,' the capital city of La Sérénissime République de Dementlieu, where the major port of trade is located between this nation and all others. I have six gold in my pocket, and only my equipment upon my back. I will write you soon again.
Yours,
Kyoshi
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