Ritter Adelhard von Vessia
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Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 34
Clothes and Equipment: A horse. Plate armor over leather and chain. A lance with the banner of his order flying from it. A sword and kite shield.
Registered: Jan 21, 2018 13:00:34 GMT -8
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Post by Ritter Adelhard von Vessia on Jan 22, 2018 18:41:52 GMT -8
The chief of them approached the samurai. "Gut day, honorable lords. Wir sind forsaken knights who have come here to find work in a farther away land. Ich am Ritter Adelhard von Vessia, und meiner companions sind Ritter Alvar von Asgeir and Ritter Guillaume von Arcoux. I would gladly let you search unser belongings." A search of the ship would find arms and armor for the men (consisting of a zweihander, a longsword, a knife, a crossbow, a heater shield, a hard leather kite shield, and a set of armor for each), civilian clothing, and food, along with the horse. Tawakoshi The samurai looked at each other skeptically. His accent was troublesome for the communication, but they did glean that they were forsakened knights - otherwise known as 'ronin' in Tawakoshi - and that they were now mercenaries wanting to fight. "No. We cant allow you to access. The situation isn't suitable to having ronin mercenaries inside Tawakoshi mainland right now. The samurai knew that ronin had no qualms about fighting for either side and believed they were without honor too. One of the samurai did however feel like the ronin knights could be useful somewhere else. "You should go to Sarisu Island and offer them your assistance. They are rebuilding the island and could use people like you. Perhaps in time clan Hizashi may put in a good word for you and you are allowed into mainland Tawakoshi." with this the men were being led back to the harbor where they were offered to take the ship that led to either Sarisu or away from Tawakoshi altogether. The knight shrugged. This arrangement seemed fair to them. They departed for Sarisu without another word.
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Ittan-Momen
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Roleplay posts: 30
Physical Description: A roll of cotton
Clothes and Equipment: Cotton
Registered: Jan 22, 2018 21:21:40 GMT -8
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Post by Ittan-Momen on Jan 23, 2018 12:08:19 GMT -8
The samurai looked at each other skeptically. His accent was troublesome for the communication, but they did glean that they were forsakened knights - otherwise known as 'ronin' in Tawakoshi - and that they were now mercenaries wanting to fight. "No. We cant allow you to access. The situation isn't suitable to having ronin mercenaries inside Tawakoshi mainland right now. The samurai knew that ronin had no qualms about fighting for either side and believed they were without honor too. One of the samurai did however feel like the ronin knights could be useful somewhere else. "You should go to Sarisu Island and offer them your assistance. They are rebuilding the island and could use people like you. Perhaps in time clan Hizashi may put in a good word for you and you are allowed into mainland Tawakoshi." with this the men were being led back to the harbor where they were offered to take the ship that led to either Sarisu or away from Tawakoshi altogether. The knight shrugged. This arrangement seemed fair to them. They departed for Sarisu without another word. A roll of cotton sees the boat depart overhead and follows it, slowly lowering to float behind the boat. Chances of it being noticed are pretty low, and it looked more like a rag floating in the wind than anything else.
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Tawakoshi
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Roleplay posts: 95
Allegiances: Tawakoshi
Registered: Dec 20, 2017 12:22:53 GMT -8
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Post by Tawakoshi on Jan 23, 2018 13:48:17 GMT -8
A sentient roll of cotton! The water spirits of Tawakoshi were surprised to say the least. 'It seems though that as the roll of cotton has no organs or limbs its movement must be that of magic!' the spirits concluded. Unfortunately the dense antimagic sphere at Tamatoshi Bay had made the poor thing utterly helpless. By sheer coincidence a boat travelling out of Tawakoshi would catch hold of it and take it away. The cotton would likely end up very far away but at least be free to move again.
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Ittan-Momen
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Roleplay posts: 30
Physical Description: A roll of cotton
Clothes and Equipment: Cotton
Registered: Jan 22, 2018 21:21:40 GMT -8
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Post by Ittan-Momen on Jan 23, 2018 14:57:04 GMT -8
The cotton roll continues to float along, squirming a bit as it enters the anti-magic field. It appears it doesn’t entirely rely on magic to float, and continues to follow the boat regardless of the field.
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Tawakoshi
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Roleplay posts: 95
Allegiances: Tawakoshi
Registered: Dec 20, 2017 12:22:53 GMT -8
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Post by Tawakoshi on Jan 23, 2018 15:11:33 GMT -8
Even should the cotton roll dislodge itself from the boat, Tamatoshi Bay was normally almost imaculate but this peace of garbage floating around was an eyesore to the samurai's pride. Therefore they quickly reeled it in and brought it to be burned at once. There were swift judgement acted upon trash floating in the sea at Tamatoshi Bay.
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Ittan-Momen
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Roleplay posts: 30
Physical Description: A roll of cotton
Clothes and Equipment: Cotton
Registered: Jan 22, 2018 21:21:40 GMT -8
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Post by Ittan-Momen on Jan 23, 2018 15:24:39 GMT -8
The roll of cotton squirms more violently, flying out of the reach of the samurai. It continues to follow the boat of the departing knights.
OOC: How many samurai are on the boat chasing the cotton roll?
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Tawakoshi
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Roleplay posts: 95
Allegiances: Tawakoshi
Registered: Dec 20, 2017 12:22:53 GMT -8
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Post by Tawakoshi on Jan 23, 2018 15:29:39 GMT -8
[OOC: I don't care, please take the washing cloth somewhere else than Tawakoshi thank you. There's no need for murderous hankerchiefs here]
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Ittan-Momen
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Roleplay posts: 30
Physical Description: A roll of cotton
Clothes and Equipment: Cotton
Registered: Jan 22, 2018 21:21:40 GMT -8
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Post by Ittan-Momen on Jan 23, 2018 15:43:03 GMT -8
[OOC: What? I see no reason as to why Samurai would go to such means to refuse the entrance of my character which hasn’t even shown murderous intent. The only reason I can see would be OOC, which is blatant metagaming. So please stop harassing my cotton without good reason.]
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Tawakoshi
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Roleplay posts: 95
Allegiances: Tawakoshi
Registered: Dec 20, 2017 12:22:53 GMT -8
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Post by Tawakoshi on Jan 23, 2018 15:52:10 GMT -8
[OOC: You give me a sound physiological reason to why cotton (not described as anything else) can move, see and think without magic and why that isn't negated byvthe antimagic field and we miiight talk about "reason" here. Kiyonai has a lot of good rp going on and I definitely don't think that yours will fit in. So please take it somewhere else - for your own sake too]
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Ittan-Momen
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Roleplay posts: 30
Physical Description: A roll of cotton
Clothes and Equipment: Cotton
Registered: Jan 22, 2018 21:21:40 GMT -8
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Post by Ittan-Momen on Jan 23, 2018 16:10:58 GMT -8
[OOC: Because it’s living cotton. Its magic was negated by the antimagic field, making it have to physically move to stay aloft. And you can’t really deny me access based on those reasons. It’s obviously metagaming, and that’s not allowed in any RP I’ve ever been in. I would like to resolve this without bothering an admin, but I will if I have to.]
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Ritter Adelhard von Vessia
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Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 34
Clothes and Equipment: A horse. Plate armor over leather and chain. A lance with the banner of his order flying from it. A sword and kite shield.
Registered: Jan 21, 2018 13:00:34 GMT -8
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Post by Ritter Adelhard von Vessia on Jan 23, 2018 18:20:22 GMT -8
@above: I am incredibly unimpressed by the continued metagaming on Tawakoshi's part and the insistence on closed borders despite stating that borders are open, and the... strangeness of this ball.
1. How the hell did the samurai notice one ball of cotton bobbing in the water in a massive bay, let alone get into a boat and still keep sight of the cotton ball and somehow catch up to it and spear it?
2. You have spirits living in the water and question sentient cotton? What?
3. "Kiyonai has a lot of good rp going on and I definitely don't think that yours will fit in." That wasn't demeaning or conceited at all. To begin with, the role of a government on TFS is to facilitate roleplay, and to that effect you should not only allow but desire as much traffic and newcomers as you could possibly receive. Secondly, as this is a multiplayer, sandbox experience, the entire point of "good roleplay" is for players to build upon each other -- which you have desired to prevent both in the case of my knights and this cotton ball. If you were truly interested in "good rp," you'd have allowed us to contribute to your environment. Instead, it is clear that Tawakoshi is a closed group that doesn't deserve governmental control.
4. The blatant metagaming hurts my head. Just stop. Please. I played along when you denied me the first time, since your BS excuse actually fit IC. Your newest one doesn't. Stop embarrassing yourself in front of the entire forum.
5. This is directed at the cotton ball: I don't know who you are or what you want, but I ask that you not mess up my characters. I just made them and I'd like to do something cool. I know it's in-character, though, so... we'll see what plays out.
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Ritter Adelhard von Vessia
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 34
Clothes and Equipment: A horse. Plate armor over leather and chain. A lance with the banner of his order flying from it. A sword and kite shield.
Registered: Jan 21, 2018 13:00:34 GMT -8
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Post by Ritter Adelhard von Vessia on Jan 23, 2018 18:20:47 GMT -8
The knights continue to Sarisu, unaware of the events behind them.
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Ittan-Momen
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Roleplay posts: 30
Physical Description: A roll of cotton
Clothes and Equipment: Cotton
Registered: Jan 22, 2018 21:21:40 GMT -8
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Post by Ittan-Momen on Jan 23, 2018 18:27:53 GMT -8
The ball of cotton floats after the boat to Sarisu, floating behind the boat.
[Exit to Sarisu]
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Tawakoshi
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Roleplay posts: 95
Allegiances: Tawakoshi
Registered: Dec 20, 2017 12:22:53 GMT -8
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Post by Tawakoshi on Jan 24, 2018 0:24:59 GMT -8
OOC explanation: First and foremost the strength of Tawakoshi lies in its cooperative nature and the players willingness to have characters with personality, real motivation and a mindset of wanting to see their character add something positive to the nation. People normally ask us if their character fits and we'll give them some feedback to make them fit into an environment that is very different than Isra - and will continue to be. The idea of cooperative nature is of course closely linked with the togetherness of asian culture in real life. Things like PvP are really difficult in Tawakoshi because the vast majority of citizen and characters lore wise have never seen magic before, and thus bringing odd magical beings or overpowered mages and dragons are actually directly interfering with the main plots going on in Tawakoshi mainland. We actually don't want to use antimagic if possible. Ritter Adelhard von VessiaYou are welcomed at Sarisu whenever you decide make a post at the port and introduce yourself. In Sarisu the Tawakoshi people are more likely to take in outsiders regardless of their past. It's a trading hub and as explained I'm sure there are things to do for a band of willing knights. I remember having a priest there who could use help against some bandits - I could set you up if you'd like. You did not however leave a very promising impression with the PM you sent me and also by IC indicating you were going to 'just continue' into Kiyonai unscreened if not stopped. It isn't like that, if you post at a check point please wait until we answer you. Tawakoshi is a heavily spiritually influenced and like much religion in Asia they believe that each little thing has their own spirit (They do not however move or take action because of that unless they are being enchanted). The closest thing I've heard about a religion worshipping sentient cotton is the Flying Spaghetti Monster religion. Ittan-MomenIt seems like you really want to go to Sarisu too with those knights and are already well on your way posting there. I'd recommend that you talk with the admin - I already have - and she will likely tell you the same: Your creature is a paranormal one and paranormal creatures move by magic. Magic is negated in an antimagic field. If you had acted upon this to start with, things would probably have been a bit different. I'd recommend that you make your creature unable to move while they are boarding the harbor and have the knights bring it with them or something similar.
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Reese Fletcher
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Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 23
Physical Description: Tall, blond, dresses classy.
Registered: Apr 11, 2016 20:45:55 GMT -8
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Post by Reese Fletcher on Jan 27, 2018 0:22:14 GMT -8
It would take a long walk through the woods and a cold ride in a skiff to get to the boat. The ship was a 50-foot galley with a stern house and plenty of room below deck. "We can eat below in the crew's quarters." There was no one on deck. The so far nameless Gualdish man gestured to an open hatch for Mordred an TsaTsa to descend through. It would be dark below.
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Tawakoshi
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Roleplay posts: 95
Allegiances: Tawakoshi
Registered: Dec 20, 2017 12:22:53 GMT -8
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Post by Tawakoshi on Jan 27, 2018 0:49:25 GMT -8
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Grandma
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Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
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An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
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She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Jul 6, 2018 11:07:34 GMT -8
Grandma stood on the deck of the produce boat she had hitched a ride on, gazing out towards the bustling town they were slowly approaching. Despite having knowledge of the existence and location of Tawakoshi for quite some time, this was the first time she had actually visited it. Their view towards magic had certainly put a damper her desire to visit, but the primary factor was simply how out of the way this island nation was in relation to where the old woman conducted most of her business. Still, after traveling to so many other places in the Overworld, Grandma had decided it was about time she made the journey. She had heard it possessed a very unique culture that differed significantly from the other mainland nations, and she was interested in experiencing this culture firsthand. It was a shame she had been forced to leave Tyrell and her sword back in Isra, but the chance of them being noticed in this place was significantly higher than most. Tyrell might have learned something here, but any hint of his presence would no doubt send the locals into a panic, something she had decided was too dangerous to risk. Turning to the captain of the boat she was on, Grandma announced she was ready to be brought to shore, a statement that seemed to relieve the man. He hadn’t initially been particularly willing to take her on as a passenger, but after showing him how much she’d pay, the man had changed his tune quite quickly and been nothing but affable ever since. A few minutes later and a dingy with barely enough room for three people was lowered into the water. The captain bid his farewell as Grandma climbed into the craft, accompanied by one of the sailors who rowed her towards the shore. Although her deep sleeved robes wouldn’t be as strange to the locals here as say, an Isran dress, it was still rather obvious the old woman was a foreigner.
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The Hizashi Clan
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Allegiances: Tawakoshi, The Hizashi Clan
Registered: Aug 8, 2017 9:12:16 GMT -8
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Post by The Hizashi Clan on Jul 7, 2018 12:24:15 GMT -8
Kiyonai’s prime port was once an insignificant fishing village on sandy bay that had been converted recently for larger ships to facilitate the Hizashi clan’s martial strategies. There was plenty of traffic in and out on the day Grandma arrived. Fishing boats plied the waters, ships piled with produce were being sailed or punted up and down the narrow river, and a martial galley flying the Hizashi clan’s banners was floating at dock just off the coast. As she approached, Grandma would see many such banners flying about the port town, bearing the cherry blossom crest.
Industrious people of all sorts were working; men and women dressed in simple clothing, robes long and short, leggings and wide trousers, headscarves and hats of rice straw. Despite the simplicity of style, there was a huge variety of hues and patterns on display. Among these folk stood groups of armed guards with curved swords at their waists, spears or polearms, and armour that looked entirely different to the styles used in the Western mainland – made of small plates and brightly coloured cord - although if Grandma had come across any of the Quy people when they had visited Isra, she would recognise the similarities.
Grandma’s boat would dock with no difficulties, her local sailors were able to push the boat right up onto the beach so that she could climb straight onto shore. “Grandmother, you need to go up to that building, there,” said one of the sailors, pointing and nodding towards an official looking wooden building where a number of guards congregated and the Hizashi banners were gathered en masse. He spoke slowly in accented common, not sure how deaf the old lady was or how much she understood. “You have to register there and get a paper, otherwise,” he mimed his head being sliced off, with his hand for the blade. “I’ll take you up if you like?” he offered her an arm.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Jul 7, 2018 15:53:33 GMT -8
Grandma took in all the sights and sounds of the town as the dingy she was in drew closer, even taking note of small details that might be considered insignificant. She didn’t know who or what the banners with the cherry blossom represented, but considering how numerous they were she assumed it the flag of a local or regional lord.
The clothing of the commoners was certainly a bit more varied than what people of such a lowly station wore in other places she was familiar with. Perhaps dyes and cloth were more widely produced and cheaper to buy here than in most places? The number of guards around did surprise Grandma slightly, she hadn’t been expecting so many guards stationed in this town. Still, this town was an easy way in for foreigners so their presence was somewhat warranted in regards to that aspect at least… Turning to the sailor who offered her a hand, Grandma graced him with a warm smile.
“Sounds like they’re rather strict around here when it comes to registrations, eh? Well, I would be happy to accept your assistance in reaching that building over there, it might be a bit difficult for me to navigate through the streets all by myself.”
Grabbing the sailors arm with a grip that’s strength was far stronger than her appearance would suggest, Grandma pulls herself up out of the boat, using her cane to steady herself once she was on solid ground. Truth be told, she wasn’t sure if he had been offering to take her up to the building or just help her out of the boat, but she intended to bring him to the building with her regardless of his initial intent. Even though the man was of no relation to her, she felt it couldn’t hurt to show up at the office escorted by a native, whether he stayed after that was of no consequence. Cane in one hand and sailor on the other, Grandma set off towards the building at a brisk pace.
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The Hizashi Clan
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Allegiances: Tawakoshi, The Hizashi Clan
Registered: Aug 8, 2017 9:12:16 GMT -8
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Post by The Hizashi Clan on Jul 9, 2018 13:47:24 GMT -8
The sailor had indeed intended to take her up to the building, and he let Grandma take his arm and walked her slowly over the beach and onto the solid ground. As he approached the checkpoint, the sailor seemed more and more nervous of the many armed guards, and made sure to bow deeply several times to each one. When stopped at the entrance of the building, he explained, to a stern looking guard, “Excuse me, sir, but this grandmother comes from a different land and needs to get some papers…” and this negotiation seemed to go on for some minutes. Meanwhile, Grandma would be able to sense the presence of a powerful anti-magic field centred upon the small wooden building, a dense magic-cancelling dome. Its influence did not spread far, but it was clear that the checkpoint wanted to make sure no magical shenanigans interrupted their bureaucracy. After a while, she was let inside as the guards stood aside, and dismissed the sailor, who managed to call out “Good luck grandmother!” before he scampered away back to his boat. If she turned to look back, he would wave before departing.
A man with a strange hairstyle, long in well-oiled topknot all over his head except for the top, which was bald as a baby’s bottom, sat inside the building. His clothing was fairly similar to the townsfolk outside, but had an outer robe with stiff winged-shoulders giving him a slightly more outlandish appearance. Grandma was asked a series of straightforward, yet thorough questions, while a scribe wrote down her answers with a black inked brush. What was her name? What was she doing in Tawakoshi? Where was she from? How long did she intend to stay? Given that none of her answers were displeasing to the samurai, she would be issued with a paper stamped with the samurai’s seal that bore all her details. “Keep that with you at all times,” he said, “and please read the notice that lists all our laws and regulations.” Most of the laws were similar to any place, no killing, no stealing, etc. etc. but she would also notice that magic use was listed as prohibited if she bothered to read right to the bottom. The samurai would answer questions if she had any, but other than that she was free to enter the province of Kiyonai.
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