Legend of the Infinite Realities

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[ A man of perhaps 35 or 40 years of age comes to on the bank of the duck pond. The morning is awake with the dulcet tones of the cranes, the sweet flutterings of the hummingbirds - ambience the man can only hear because of his sensibility of nature's blessings. He gets to his feet, appeased by the beauty around him, but unsure of where in the vast Empire of Rokugan he comes from the winds of fate have seen fit to deposit him.

He bears vaguely Asian features, and sports a samurai haircut, with his daisho - the two swords emblematic of the samurai class - at his waist. The most notable thing about him, however, is his state of dress. He is adorned with a lavish kimono woven of the finest fabrics to be found anywhere. His kataginu, the jacket worn over his robes, is of a handsome silk dyed in a deep emerald green. On his sleeves and back is a circular symbol: a blooming chrysanthemum flower. Anyone familiar with Rokugani customs will recognize this as the symbol of the Imperial Families, marking the stranger as a samurai of the highest prestige; not some wandering ronin seeking cheap coin. ]

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That's a relief to hear. I feel quite out of place here - everyone seems so different, not just from myself, but from each other as well.

[ If nothing else, Gibson's words have had a calming effect on the bewildered samurai. ]

[userless]

[He chuckles a little and straightens up. Gibson has to admit, those sheathed swords remind him a lot of energy swords from a baton, and if this man's build and posture are anything to go by, he's probably a rough equivalent of System Security.

Plus he definitely digs the green.]

Most of us are from very different places, and we're not really sure why we've been brought here. I'm Gibson of Bostrum Colony, which is on the Grid - most people here have never even heard of my world.