The Samurai Emerge Victorious!!

In the beginning, it seemed that the curators were unstoppable. Hour after hour ed and the attacks of the Samurai were thwarted.

The curators taunted relentlessly, and it seemed that the Samurai had no chance in hell at victory. Some Samurai succumbed to hopelessness and surrendered.

The curators and Nephi thought their victory was assured. On and on the battle raged, blood poured down over the battlefield and wails of agony echoed back from the heavens as the battle cries sounded and the rage memed on.

Night bled into day. Day melted into the cool dark of night. Off in the distance a sound rang true through the din of war. It was the Horn Resounding! The horn wailed with the ancient song of the Shadowrunners. Nephi and the curators were defenseless and marched off to the sound of the mighty horn.

The Samurai knew their time had come...

As Nephi and the curators marched towards the sound of the great horn...the Samurai attacked. Blow after merciless blow they struck against the mesmerized leaders of this great land that we shall call...This Land.

The final blow cut through the air with a mighty whistle that made the four winds bow down in genuflection...

Silence...

From the silence roared the victorious Samurai! Nephi and her merciless band of curators had been defeated.

Nephi stepped forth before the Samurai and knelt before them. "The day is yours, great Samurai of This Land. We are defeated. Savor your victory." Shrewd eyes smiled up from her supplication. "Another day shall dawn, and on that day, we shall beat the drums of war once more. And on THAT day...you shall fall."