<strong>Oshiro Midori (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=274532.msg13508458#msg13508458)</strong><br/><strong>Oshiro Clan</strong><br/><span class="bbc_u">Clan Order</span>:<strong>Start Construction on Forge</strong><br/><span class="bbc_u">Action 1</span>: Invade, 2 Units.<br/>(https://i.imgur.com/MezPTv3.png)<br/><span class="bbc_u">Roll</span>: N/A<br/><span class="bbc_u">Action 2</span>: Negotiate for ALLIANCE, 2 Years, with the Krai Folk, Jaha Mizushima<br/><span class="bbc_u">Roll</span>: Diceroll 18 Alliance (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=107892) for 2 years<br/><hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Flavor Text</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>Thwack.</em><br/><br/>Midori lowered her bow to observe her marksmanship. The arrow jutted out from the man-shaped dummy's chest, slightly to the right of the heart. Midori didn't sigh, didn't narrow her eyes or give any indication of annoyance for her missing. Instead, silent, she drew her next arrow, slowly nocked it, raised the bow and then lowered it as she drew the bowstring back. <em>Thwack.</em> If she hadn't been using her bow, she could have been mistaken for a life-like statue. Her focus was razor sharp when she had a bow in her hand. It kept her body preoccupied, and her painted chestguard kept her breasts from being stung by any errant bowstring. It defined her upper body, implying the shape and size of her breasts. Her white Gi and lower brown skirt kept her appearance tastefully conservative, and functional.<br/><br/>She practiced several more shots, then stopped. It was enough for today -- there was so much to do. The Emperor was dead. The Krai Folk, the Hachisu, the Aka Ka all needed to be spoken with within the next few months. Too much for her to accomplish alone. She spun on her heel, and placed her bow back on its rack. Midori would allow a servant to fetch the arrows. From there, she crossed the wooden floor of the family's archery dojo to the door that would lead her inside. At the door, she slipped on her sandals, kneeled, opened it, and then crossed the threshold.<br/><br/>Along the covered walkway, past the courtyard, and straight into the main building of the estate. She ignored the servants and the soldiers she passed, even as they bowed to her. Finally, she made it into the small tea room where she would soon be meeting those she felt most loyal to her: her top general Itakura Tametane, and her sister Emiko.<br/><br/>There was so much to discuss. Itakura especially would need to be reined in, lest he ruin the tentative relationships she was forming with her neighbors. When the time was right, she would let him loose as her personal wardog on her enemies. For now, it was a time of negotiation. She only had today to do it, too, before she rode off with a small contingent to secure a way-ward province to the south.</div></div>