Spring 1570 - Begun to Writhe
Over the field of battle the mists have begun to writhe, the sun hangs blood red in the sky, reverberating the fiery orders shouted at the beginning of war. It is a time when foes, aggressors and allies all see their possibility as victor in the still static lines of a mutable map. The blood red sun hangs over the field, minute and mysterious as a pixel on a computer's screen. This pixel, it seems, is not the point. As with us, so much lies behind its manifestation, so much else will determine its destiny. Where will each point be set in this mosaic of military legend? How will their specific encoding be perverted as history makes its muscular efforts to wring even a starveling coherence from the flood of battle lust. With all due reverence to the sun: which warrior will cover it; change its light to the colour of their clan?
Humble Asakura Clan:
Armada of Echizen patrol Wakasa Bay
Samuri of Omi conquer Tamba
Ancient Hojo Clan:
Fishermen of Izu trawl Suruga Bay
Farmers of Sagami plow the fields of Shimosa