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[Merci d'Rue]

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A White wolf of obedience waits at the Teahouse. It carries a scroll tied with a blueish shadowy string. It Reads:

Bishimi,

I will in private dispense with formality I hope this offends you not. On Wednesday of next week, The Shadow Claw Pact shall know a moment of importance. I must speak to you in private before this time if you would. Either this eve, or Monday I would like to meet with you. Please let me know which you would prefer.

-Merci
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May destiny guide you...

[Bishimi]

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The Soke returned from the town with a mind heavier then it had been in many years. The trust, faith and forgiveness the Empress bestowed upon him was unparalleled. A smile crossed his lips as he pulled his kasa low over his eyes " Although, one cannot complain about the result of said trust." he thought to himself. As he approached the tea house he noticed the wolf sitting calmly in wait. Only as he walked next to the beast did he see the scroll between its teeth. Bishimi put one hand under the wolfs mouth and with the other patted its head, The wolf opened its mouth and the note fell into the Sokes hand, knowing who it was from he quickly went to his office to read it then penned a reply.

Lady Merci

Your lack of formality is not offending but in fact somewhat refreshing and to be expected. I agree that when next our clans meet it shall be a day of great importance. Much must be discussed before this day comes if all is to go well. I am free this eve if that is your wish. I will search you out in the mountains your men call home.

Until then
Bishimi


The Soke went back downstairs knowing he would find the beast where he left it. He put the fresh scroll in its mouth and petted its head again. "go find your master" he whispered softly and the wolf ran off quickly falling out of sight.

[Merci d'Rue]

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This time it is silently brought by a wisp, when he opens the scroll a vial filled with enchanted snow slips from it.

Soke,

Throw the contents of this vial towards the sky, snow will fall for a brief moment. The patterns in which the snow falls on the ground shall reveal a sign. Let me know what you find..

Merci
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May destiny guide you...

[Bishimi]

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The Soke did as the note requested and tossed the contents of the vial into the air. He watched in awe as snow began to fall from the sky ever so gently. After a few moments time he looked to the ground and seen that indeed a pattern was made. Bishimi did not know if it was simply what he wanted to see of if there was reason to this pattern.



"Strength of spirit" he thought to himself "Very fitting." He went back into the Tea house and sat down to pen a note to Merci.

My Lady Merci
The vial you sent me was very interesting, I have never seen such magics. You will have to one day explain to me how you do such things. The markings the snow left much resembled something my Soke used to tell me and still holds true to this very day. "The strength of ones spirit will always be greater and more fearsome to an enemy then the strength of ones sword"

Until next we meet
Bishimi

The soke folded the note into the shape of a swan then whistled softly and in what seemed to be no time at a rat seemed to appear at his side. "Take this little one. Go to the mountains near Luna. Find the one they call Oracle you will know her when you see her."

[Merci d'Rue]

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Merci blinked staring down at the rat. It had brought her a reply. Picking up the small creature she stared at it. You may not be a majestic or noble animal but you are a survivor. *She smiled setting the rat down to run free and taking the note to read.
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She tossed and turned in her bed picking up the symbols he had sent her staring at it from time to time. There is something here... something deeper. This sentiment mirrors Stonegates as well but there is a message in the words...more than what they say...

It was then that her eyes landed on one of the words. She sat bolt upright her covers slipping away as she moved quickly, though nude, to her desk to pen a quick note.
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Another white wolf waited now in the middle of the night until the morning light touched Tokuno with a rather simple note in familiar handwriting.


Our spirit, our strength, our ancestors, they come....See you soon.

Merci
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May destiny guide you...