*Smoke bellows from the Northern sky as the sun sets below the horizon. A slight breeze stirs in the City of PaxOku as a shadowed figure moves from dwelling to dwelling.... Pinned to several doors in the TeaRose district, a parchment can be found. Stained with soot and blood....though scrawled hastily, it is wrote with an eloquent hand....* Citizens of PaxOku..... Your land to the North is now mine, as are your Northern bordering homes.... You have failed to show strength in battle, and are weak.... You shall be trampled under the boots of my Ronin when next we march.... Your homes s