Difference between revisions of "Casual game of letters"

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<Shosuro_Shinju> An exchange of letters - poems, clues, tokens - pointing to new experiences. A sort of puzzle treasure hunt continued till one or the other is unable or unwilling to continue

<Tarek> An interesting proposal. Tell me more.

Tsume_Nagare is watching Shinju closely now.

Shosuro_Shinju swallows, "Nothing suicidal - not literally or politically, not necessarily pleasant, but interesting. Neither of us is familiar with Shiro Shiba, and you are new to Rokugan and there is much I have not tried."

<Tsume_Nagare> Shosuro-san, will you be playing, or will your younger friend?

<Shosuro_Shinju> I will be playing. Should we formally allow assistance in creating challenges and others to be included in the resulting experience?

<Tsume_Nagare> Mmm. Perhaps. I think a judge on how damaging something is would be important. I wish to not offend Tarek-san nor yourself, but simple requests can be more harming then one might think.

<Tarek> It seems as though I would be at a severe disadvantage in such a game.

Shosuro_Shinju shrugs, "Played this way there is no winner or loser"

<Tarek> A strange game, to have no winner or loser. Merely a way to pass the time, then?

Shosuro_Shinju pauses

<Tsume_Nagare> Much of winter court is finding ways to pass time. There is also running out of time to do what's important because it wasn't important until it's too late.

<Shosuro_Shinju> it is a pastime, but it is also inevitably somewhat revealing of the player's thoughts and interests.

<Tarek> Introduce me to this game, then, Shosuro-san. I will endeavour to play, though I may be forced to admit defeat.

<Shosuro_Shinju> If you wish to be secretive about your intentions for the tournament it may be best to not play for long. Shosuro_Shinju smiles, "You may expect an owl to bring you a letter tomorrow"

<Tarek> Secretive? Me? Perish the thought. We of the Windless Air have no talent for secrecy. Trickery, definitely, but not secrecy.

First Letter

crepuscular guide

long slog with winter rain finds

mortal love of warmth