EmperorBao
Chieftain
- Joined
- Jun 28, 2009
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- 37
Ito here.
To Saito Yoshitatsu:
I will not deny the ill turn you have suffered. Winter has come. But even in your darkest hour, do not forget your greatest triumph. Karma has deigned you worthy to raise your ancestors' banner at Nagara, and I shall not believe that they did so that your line would end. Will you raise your banners in defiance of the Lord Oda, and welcome Spring?
To: Arima Yoshisada
From: Ryuzoji Takenobu
It appears I have caught numerous rat priests in your countryside! Even in war, it appears I am gracious, doing a deed that should have been done long ago. However, you still sit in your castle, refusing to give me battle. Your allies in the sea continue to bombard my armies, but they can only delay the inevitable. Shimabara will fall, either by treachery from within or by starvation. Save your people from needless suffering and agree to my terms.
1. The Arima Clan will surrender Shimabara and all lands they possess on the mainland. Amakusa and your islands will be left in the Arima clan's hands.
2. The Arima Clan will become loyal vassals of the Ryuzoji.
3. The Arima give us Arima Harunobu as a hostage to ensure their loyalty for the next 10 years.

OOC: Great update. I was vaguely hoping for a story bonus, but even so that won't deter me from writing more.
From: Uesugi Kenshin
To: Hojo Ujiwara
A year of combat has profited the Hojo not at all. You do not stand to regain what you have lost through continued fighting, so we ask if the terms we proposed a year previous are now acceptable. Naturally, compensation must be provided to our allies as well for their losses.
Continued combat shall bring more glory and honors for our allies, and more fallen Hojo castles. Last year you lost Numata, this year you have lost Edo. How long until Odawara trembles as the war drums approach?
Late in the year 1560: It was winter now and it was cold. Akira was on guard duty, but mostly he sat facing east, where the warm sun would rise in a few hours, and looked out over the dark plain that surrounded Edo castle. The elation they had all felt many months ago when they marched triumphantly in had faded. Their ample supplies had offset the empty, ruined granaries and stinking wells that greeted them and for the summer months the whole army was proud and pleased with their success. With the onset of fall their lives turned bleaker too. The rice fields around them were either burned or harvested by the locals, but in any case not available to the Satomi invaders. Full rations became half rations that became quarter rations. And now they were eating rats, dogs, insects and the lichen that grew out from between the rocks of the castle walls. Most were sick; many had died and few cared. No one dared to figure out how many could actually fight.
As the weather grew colder the campfire lights of the Hojo troops grew more numerous out beyond bow range or easy sortie. When the wind was right, he could smell the cooking fires. Even if they had had food, firewood was scarce. Most of the furniture and trees had been burned by the time of the first frost. The not so quiet sound of steps brought Akira to a more attentive posture. Below him three soldiers ran across the courtyard and scrambled over the outer wall. They were unarmed and clearly hoping to get out of the castle and through the Hojo lines without being killed and then make their way home. He saw it with growing regularity when he was on duty at this hour. Once a week or so the Hojo had been flinging the heads of those they caught back into the castle. There were rumors that they were much sought after by the hungriest. After the excitement of the three deserters, Akira dosed off as his mind drifted from rotting heads to the smell of warm rice cakes and hot tea. A poke on the arm interrupted his reverie.
“Have some, I have way too many for myself.” The man in front of him held out two seaweed wrapped rice cakes and a cup of steaming tea. Akira nearly fainted.
“Shhh…” the man motioned with his lips. “Go ahead, eat them; they’re very good and I have plenty.” In an instant Akira had devoured both and slurped down the hot tea. “Heaven!” he thought.
After a few pleasantries and soldier small talk, the stranger, who Akira knew was Hojo, left, climbing back over the wall towards morning. He pressed two more rice cakes and a small jar of sake into Akira hands before he did. Just before his head disappeared below the wall he said, “They will keep you warm until I can get back. Perhaps in a few days.”
Akira’s replacement nudged him awake with a sandal and sent him back to the barracks with an enticing “The captain is making cricket tea for the first 20 who show up in the mess hall.”
Akira was in no hurry for breakfast.