Mists of the Rising Sun

Foreword
''This is actually not the first story I have written on the Sandbox, but it is most definitely the first serious work I will attempt to write. I understand that most RPs and stories just aren't my thing because of the themes, so I wish to write something that examines the TES world in another light.''

For a long time since I started writing, my inspiration has always been Chinese High Fantasy Martial Arts Novels (for those who know, Wuxia and Xianxia Novels, as they are called), so this project is somewhat a way to rewrite certain stories with the themes from said novels and elements of them, rather than the typical very standard high fantasy route taken in TES RPs and Stories.

That being said, excessive amounts of move exchange may drag fights on, so there will be moves inspired from other media if necessary to end the battle.

Prologue
"Long live the Emperor! A thousand years he shall endure!" chorused the entire court. Row after row of civil officials stood in their formal attire, each waiting for their turn to speak. The military generals, clad in their full dragonscale armor, waited at attention behind the civil officials, again in orderly rows. All of them had their heads lowered in a reverent bow, hands clasped together. Upon the throne, a lone figure sat. While this individual was no younger than the middle aged and elderly men greeting him, he had not aged a single day since his coronation as a young man. He was Ryunnosuke Itsuka, the Emperor of the Tsaesci.

"At ease" commanded Ryunnosuke as he raised his hand after standing up, causing those who had come to the imperial court to raise their heads and lower their hands. The crimson eyes of the Emperor swept across the court, examining and practically dissecting each and every person mentally as they visibly winced at the cold gaze that was shot their way. Without further words, Ryunnosuke sat back upon his throne carved of jade and constructed with gold.