Mists of War - DM Downrightamazed

Game Master downrightamazed

Three groups of gaijin approach the Son of the Heavens, ruler of the Empire of Mists, in his palace in far Lanzhu. A great war is underway in the west, this is known, but what could these strangers want?


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Male Half-elf Dragon Disciple 11

Perhaps you have a different use for 'flophouse' than I do, but I think of it as a place crackheads go to get high and just lay around. Is it like an opium den in this context?


Kyras Erodal wrote:
Perhaps you have a different use for 'flophouse' than I do, but I think of it as a place crackheads go to get high and just lay around. Is it like an opium den in this context?

Whoa! No, I definitely don't mean to use it in that way, yikes. I mean it more like 'hideout that is cruddy enough as to avoid suspicion,' or 'anonymously dingy apartments in a not-great neighborhood where local authorities rarely go.' That kind of thing.


Male Human, samurai caste Ninja 7, Samurai (Broken Promise) 4 (HP 32/77 AC 22, T 17, Flat 17* - F+10 R+13 W+8; Init +9; Senses:Per +15

Imuri does not shy away from the ronin's question, nor does he explain its context. Our business remains unfinished, ronin. We ahve an EMpire to defend and it is clear neither of us is expendable until we more know what these events mean. You crimes go unpunished. If your assistance is sufficient, and if you are willing perhaps that can remain true indefinitely. After all, war makes new opportunity for fallen men.

Turning to everyone else, he take s step into the house to meet everyone's gaze. So we know this much: the Black Dragonflight attack us with this ruse, but the sorcerer who crafted the illusion apparently saw fit to thin the veil. Reportedly she is very powerful, and still we know. The words of the Black one who flew over us are that the Empire can accept subjugation or be conquered without mercy. We are conscripted allies or we are the enemy. Though only the Emperor can speak for the ancestors and Empire, we know He is unlikely to receive this ultimatum well.

The Shoto walks thoughtfully across the room, adusting his mask where his face is burned. We know someone hired my vassal Daisuke to kidnap and deliver Kyras-san, but we do not yet know whom. My intentions were to impersonate him in order to find what I could before making my escape. But now we have the personnel for something more elaborate, if we wish. As yet, tonight we still host the Black Dragonflight, who will insult the Emperor with pretensions to heroism today. His people are wise and He doubtless knows about the illusion. But we must be certain.

Imuri stops moving for a second and looks almost distracted. I will diclose fully everything so that you who suspect my family understand where my loyalties lie. I have pretended to consider alliance with the dragons in order to gauge their reaction. Though the decision is not mine to amke for the Shoto, they will likely assume opne-mindedness on my part. In fact, I believe the Great One warned me - something about the hounds having my scent.

Looking at the orcs in the room, the samurai finishes his summation. My archers and ronin helped to kill many orcs today, but we captured these. If they know anything, we will find out. I suspect now they are simply pawns and their lives were forfeit when they agreed to this action. Nonetheless, my family can glean the whole truth from them.

Turning his masked face to everyone else, he says, Princess Solarian, Rohn, noble samurai, Kyras, what do we make of thes events? And how can those loyal to the Empire help?


Female Human Samurai 11, HP: 84/128, 3/4 Resolve, 1/4 challenges

Whereas, my understanding of flophouse is a really cheap whorehouse.

Azami follows Shoto quietly, listening to the exchange between the others; that Kyras should step behind her and allow her to do her duty actually allows her usual stiff attitude to loosen.

Upon recognizing Gallows, Azami narrows her eyes. Shoto has brought them to a den of thieves and criminals, any who would likely sell their information to the Black Dragonflight.

She turns to regard Imuri with a tiny incline of her head in addressing him. Her expression is wary enough to communicate to the samurai that the surroundings do not comfort her to speak openly. Shoto, thank you for your offer of assistance. Perhaps you can learn something of these orcs; I am certain that if success is to be had, it will be yours."

"Kyras' protection is my primary concern. If the Black dragon speaks to Kyras, then we should expect the real assault to come this evening at the Palace - where we will be in attendance. I doubt the Emperor is surprised by any of this. As you say, He is wiser than we can imagine."

Here, she glances at Kyras, But I believe Kyras and I have already been given our orders. We have need to visit the University before we return to the Palace for this evening.


Male Human, samurai caste Ninja 7, Samurai (Broken Promise) 4 (HP 32/77 AC 22, T 17, Flat 17* - F+10 R+13 W+8; Init +9; Senses:Per +15

The mask is uncomfortable. The lacquered face of the mempo has been burned, with jagged edges rubbing into Imuri's face. It is clear he has beenbadly wounded a few times today and has not stopped for much relief.

Kyras, your protector is trustworthy and notable. You are well-guarded by the ancestors. Whatever your destiny is, a measure of it is also our destiny as we gather in this room. I urge you to trust slowly, but to be willing to trust those gathered here. If the ronin betray our confidence, they will reap a Shoto's vengeance.

To punctuate this statement, he whirls around to Gallows, Big Hat, Daisuke, and Swift. Your attack on me today means nothing. Your conduct in defiance of Imperial Law and the expectations of bushido mean nothing. He levels his gaze at Swift. The dojo you attended in your youth means nothing, unless it is to bring victory for our way of life, and humiliation to our enemies. It is no secret - my family will use any person or method to accomplish our priorities, and right now our priority is the life of those in this room and the continuation of the Empire. No attack on the Son of Heaven will be witnessed unless the great deeds of mighty warriors be recorded in opposition to it. If you are committed to this coterie and the command of the samurai present, then stand with us. If you are more concerned about your life as it was yesterday than as it is today, then you will leave now. And selling this company out to the dragonflight or anyone else will create most unpleasant karma. Who are you with moving forward?


The reactions of the assembled ronin are perhaps predictable; Daisuke bows and immediately swears fealty (again) to the Empire and to the Shoto. He stays. Big Hat, Jade Tusk, and Gallows all eye the door, but then look back and forth between Imuri and the plainly-attired man who is leaning against the wall, his face blank. It is he who answers. "We stay, Imuri-San. We all place the Empire first in our hearts, and these dogs sought to befoul it. They will pay."


Male Human, samurai caste Ninja 7, Samurai (Broken Promise) 4 (HP 32/77 AC 22, T 17, Flat 17* - F+10 R+13 W+8; Init +9; Senses:Per +15

Then now we plan, Swift. Imuri concludes.

Daisuke, ready the orcs for questioning. Two in the woods, two here. We expect they know nothing as the runs they are, but we will learn how much they don't know, and that will tell us something. Jade TUsk, Gallows, you will assist the sensei, and then the lot of us will arrange Kyras-san's kidnapping./b]

[b]Big Hat, some of us here need healing. You will begin with me, since these burns are your doing. Also, I will know which gifts the kami have bestowed on you so we know your value to the Empire.

Kyras Erodel-san. It is your name threatened by Daisuke's employers. Though I suspect the Black Dragonflight is behind this, I would know with cetainly. This force is too large and sinister to be motivated by mere greed, and there are doubtless smaller or more obscure players. Would you be the suject of this ruse, or would you prefer I impersonate you. At this, Imuri does the best he can to appear like the Warbanian. The height and clothing are similar, though the facial features and posture are not quite right.

Princess Solarian, this approach by the three factions is sudden. What else do your people know about this confluence. Are their prophecies among the gaijin? Did someone discover gold? Why now?

Imuri stops his pacing before the xorn, bowing his head. Sifu San Pen, I only offer this comment. Your station is higher than mine, and I am grateful you allowed me to play the militant fool in the presence of the erinyes. I meant no disrespect by not deferring to your judgement, and your wisdom is very very welcome.

To the rest he looks broadly across the room. [b]We must be ready and well-informed for the engagement tonight. What else should we each know, and what do you samurai believe to be the best course of action?


Male Half-elf Dragon Disciple 11

Kyras peers around the dilapidated apartment. "I've stayed in some pretty shady places over the years, including a witch's hovel for the better part of two decades, but this takes it to a whole new level. I really didn't expect anything like this in the Empire. It rather takes away from the exotic mystique that we gaijin feel."

He turns to Shoto Imuri, though he still doesn't trust him. His appearance was too convenient, too earnest to help. Perhaps the Dragon recognizes a power-hungry kindred spirit in him. "Your plan is to have me kidnapped? I'm going to have to stand against that out of principle, at least for now. Like Azami said, we have places to be. If you want to get kidnapped while pretending to be me, I'm not going to stand in your way. I just don't think it's a good idea."


Tokine steps out from behind Kyras, "You mean to torture these creatures? Did you not see how they fought under some mind addling compulsion?"

She looks around the room as if trying to figure out exactly what she is doing here. There are matters bigger than the Empire going on here and making deals with devils is not the way to approach them, especially if we become the Devils. She feels her sleeve to ensure the scroll tube is still in place.

Looking at Kyras with the eye of a Curator of exoctic artifacts. "I can tell you more than they likely know without any torture. Kyras is but a diversion to them. They did not come here for him, but having discovered him, now wish to co-opt him. Being cruel and heartless, they value the strength they see in him. They think they see a kindred spirit. But he is at his strongest, not when he displays this Dragon, but the control he displays in trying to hold it back...Something they will never understand."

"The Princess too. They sought her in this attack, but again merely as a target of opportunity to rid them of a rival. They considered the opportunity to directly attack the city and thought their changes good, but instead went ahead with this deception. Beyond the heavy-handed attempt to sway our glorious Emperor though I cannot speak to their greater secrets...but I think their coerced lackeys likely can't either."

"But as to tonight. Young Shoto, I cannot recommend playing games with these opponents. As we have seen today, illusions can be pierced. If you find yourself placed at their mercy, well..that is quality they do not possess."

She does not mention that a threat also exists within the Empire, not with so many of dubious lineage in the room.


Male Human, samurai caste Ninja 7, Samurai (Broken Promise) 4 (HP 32/77 AC 22, T 17, Flat 17* - F+10 R+13 W+8; Init +9; Senses:Per +15

Some are beset by a sense of guilt and propriety when asked hard questions. Imuri, however, remains completely convicted in his answers.

Again, Kyras-san, I do not intend to have you kidnapped at all. I intend to get to the bottom of who wants you, and why they would attempt to use Daisuke's dojo rather than simply take you themselves. If it is the Black Dragonflight, they've shown no reluctance to attack people in the open, so why employ agency? If someone else requires you, that is a secret that needs uncovering.

To you, Curator, no one is unaware of the felxibility of House Shoto. Honor is still my guide, and the tenets of bushido have never applied to those outside the Celestial Order. After all, no one can challenge a samurai for beheading a disrespectful heimin. Why should my family not employ every weapon against the Dragonflight. Shall we not participate in the same war, or shall we let our way of life be exterminated based on higher moral ground? You think torturing these orcs is dishonorable, I say their lives and comfort are forfeit in the name of victory. Let us neither judge the other. I do not ask you to participate. But let's use what they know, or failing that, turn their very presence against the enemy.

Finally, I wish to be clear to you all. If I have pretended interest in the Black army's proposition, it is only to find out what the rest of the Empire thinks and ultimately how to best serve our people. I must know what House Sera thinks. And I must know that in rejecting the devils or feigning allegiance to them I am not working against the Son of Heaven. Those are my motivations.

The scion lets his words sink in for a short moment. I have bared the position of House Shoto, placing myself at considerable disadvantage by doing so if we are all to hold our dice in our cups. What have the rest of you learned, and how can we help one another?


As the others think on Imuri's words, the sorceress called Big Hat looks askance at Swift, but his face is unreadable, as seems always to be the case. If she is looking to him for some sign, she receives none. With a sigh, she looks resignedly at Imuri. "I have no healing capabilities, Shoto; our Curator of Shelyn here would be more well-suited to such things. My magics hinder enemies and destroy their property and persons, they heal no hurts."

The samurai Daisuke bows deeply to Imuri and begins carrying out his orders without hesitation or question. He looks to no one else for approval or comment. "Hai!" With quick gestures he indicates to Gallows and Jade Tusk the two prisoners to be taken. The three ronin then drag the half-conscious orcs out of the room and down the stairs, toward the city's outer wall.


Shoto Imuri wrote:
Sifu San Pen, I only offer this comment. Your station is higher than mine, and I am grateful you allowed me to play the militant fool in the presence of the erinyes. I meant no disrespect by not deferring to your judgement, and your wisdom is very very welcome.
Shoto Imuri wrote:
To you, Curator, no one is unaware of the felxibility of House Shoto. Honor is still my guide, and the tenets of bushido have never applied to those outside the Celestial Order. After all, no one can challenge a samurai for beheading a disrespectful heimin. Why should my family not employ every weapon against the Dragonflight. Shall we not participate in the same war, or shall we let our way of life be exterminated based on higher moral ground? You think torturing these orcs is dishonorable, I say their lives and comfort are forfeit in the name of victory. Let us neither judge the other. I do not ask you to participate. But let's use what they know, or failing that, turn their very presence against the enemy.

Hrrm, hrrm., laughs the rotund Xorn softly. You mention my station as if it werre of value. It is not- it is a burrden placed upon me by my actions.

And my wisdon is only welcome to most when I counsel them accorrding to theirr own wishes.

If you would hearr my wisdom, hearr this. Let yourr actions follow yourr worrds as the thunderr follows the lightning. Rrealize that bushido is one of many codes of honorrable action. Rrealize that the code of bushido goverrns those who follow it and saying it does not apply to gaijin fails to rrecognize that the code is yourrs and goverrns you. Rrealize that while the code you follow allows some actions, it does not always demand those actions.

I have spoken these worrds time afterr time. I will speak them again. Yourr soul is a garrden. Nurrture it, pulling weeds and cultivating beauty and you will be rrewarded. Trreat it as a parrk forr yourr amusement and ambition and it will become foul and the rreward you gain will be burrdens you do not wish to carrry.

Rreturning to the state of the Empirre, you arre corrrect- inforrmatiom is most valueable when sharred. Fate has placed us togetherr and duty rrequirres ourr commitment.


Tokine taps her glaive on the floor upon hearing San Pen's words, the bells giving a soft appreciative tone.

"Can it be my friend that we were calmly enjoying tea together just yesterday morning?"

Turning to Shoto scion, "I am sorry Imuri, I had not realized you were still hurt. If you or any of your warriors need assistance please step close. She closes her eyes and gives the glaive another tap, this time the notes take on a soothing quality that washes over those present, yet holding a treble note that is felt reverberating through one's body.

Channel Pos. Energy -> 4d6 ⇒ (2, 3, 6, 1) = 12

if needed, let me know if you need both or even another.

Channel Pos. Energy -> 4d6 ⇒ (4, 3, 5, 2) = 14 4 of 9 left

"As to who may be in league with the Black Dragon Flight. The Sifu and I were interrogating a suspicious man when this attack began. By his reaction, it almost seemed as if he expected something like this attack but the timing was wrong. Rhon, you should remember the man, he called himself Deinor Maren, wearing his blue robes with the moon and stars. He claimed he is a member of those who honor the Chan Dynasty and strive to keep the Plum Blossom Syndicate from infiltrating the Palace. Unfortunately he escaped as the precinct house collapsed on us.I would say the Emperor has something to worry from both groups. Do either of these names hold weight with what you have learned."


@San Pen only:
You recognize the ronin called Swift; he is a double-agent in the emperor's employ. He is currently retained to infiltrate the underworld, but you know he is also an actual wanted criminal. He is one of very few things the emperor does not keep you aprised of, or seek your advice on. His presence here would be disconcerting to you at best, and quite disturbing at worst. I'll let you decide where in that spectrum it falls.

@Azami only:
Now that Imuri has said his name, you know who this "Swift" is; he is one of the Five Most Wanted criminals in the empire.


Female Human Samurai 11, HP: 84/128, 3/4 Resolve, 1/4 challenges

The wash of Tokine's healing energy zips up her wounds, her eyes briefly widen, a soft inhale taken in at the sensation. For a fraction of a second, the tension in the red-haired ronin's shoulders lessens, as if a enormous burden were briefly lifted. Upon her exhale, however, her spine firms once again to that straight line.

Azami turns her steel gaze at the mention of Swift, casting over to the expressionless individual. Focused on him, she growls, "The Empire is first in these hearts for as much as they can get from it. This one," she points to the ronin "is Gallows. Criminals, all of them, and that one, Swift, one of the worst. What is the word of a wanted criminal? There is no honor in them, and that Shoto here should so openly conduct business with the most notorious outlaws calls motive into question."

She carefully watches the actions of the criminals around them. "Because I was invited here as a place of safety," although, the way she nearly spits the word clearly expresses her opinion of the flophouse, "I will refrain from reporting this hovel until the next sunrise. It is the only honor I will show such enemies of the Emperor. But now, Kyras must attend to his business."

Turning her head to the Curator, her hard tone softening an inch, "Plum Blossom Syndicate is deeply mired in the work of the Black Dragon army. That is all I will say around such company; it is likely they are already involved with the syndicate." Her eyes briefly flicker to Daisuke before she continues. "I recommend you, the honorable Sifu, and the Western emissaries come with us. Or at least, leave here." It is an offer of her protection, however inelegantly stated.


Male Human, samurai caste Ninja 7, Samurai (Broken Promise) 4 (HP 32/77 AC 22, T 17, Flat 17* - F+10 R+13 W+8; Init +9; Senses:Per +15

Imuri's eyes flare open uncharacteristically. If you are going to challenge my honor, samurai-san, you are going to do it with steel. You know nothing of how I tracked Daisuke's dojo to find out about the attack on Tokine-san. You know nothing of Daisuke's promise to rehonor himself and work for the Empire. You know nothing of the trap I laid for Swift to exact his cooperation. You know nothing of the attack on me by the ronin and the debt they owe me for not slaying them where they stood.

He surveys the room. If you have any right to speak about the Shoto, then you know we act in service to the Emperor. If my ways are not your ways, sobeit. We will still not allow subterfuge and wreckless violence to stand victorious, or even unpunished. I did not bring you here for approval, samurai. I brought you here so that we could work together, and I alone seem capable of cobbling together such a force without the weight of yesterday's perspective. Which of you would rather an Imperial citizen sell his stealth to the Black Dragonflight? Who among you would rather have had to fight these ronin as they kidnapped Kyras while battle raged all around you?

As he calms down, a patient smile transforms his face. We are allies, and we can work together to uncover the mysteries that beset us. Or we cannot. House Shoto will not allow prejudices, or our disapproval of those who cling to their selfish notions of honor in time of war, to dissuade us from helping any of you combat our foes. I wonder if the devils and syndicates will offer you honorable tactics so you can stomach war.

He strides to the door and opens it, gesturing for those who wish to leave. It saddens me if there are any who will not do the same. After our enemies find us naive, suspicious and divided, I hope we will not have dishonored our Emperor with defeat.


Tokine walks up to the door, she places a hand on Imuri's arm, with the other she closes the door.

"Please. Let calmness reign here."

She turns to the others. "Imuri did save my life yesterday. And while I do not pretend to approve or understand all his methods, I believe his motives are sincere."

She turns back to Imuri and gestures toward Swift, "You claim to hold these others under your House's control. I know the value you place on your honor. And so your word will bind these as allies for me."

But if we can get by accusations of criminality. If they are not, as you say, members of the Plum Blossom Syndicate, perhaps they are in a position to tell us what they know of this group.


The mists of the city swirl and intertwine, they move like things alive. The constant cover of grey and sometimes hissing vaporous shapes moves like the machinations of the men and women who inhabit the city. On some nights it is difficult to tell foggy apparition from flesh and blood, and indeed of certain homeless or insane citizens it is said "all their friends are mist" when they are found sitting on a street corner or abandoned stoop, talking -- so it would appear -- to themselves.

Those who grew up in the Empire, and in Lanzhu in particular, are mostly inured to the seemingly sentient movements of the mists. Mostly. Those who move here are never quite fully able to be comfortable in a land where the ground below one's feet is almost never visible and certain facets of stability must always and ever be taken as articles of faith. It is an understandable position, perhaps, but also one the citizens of the empire claim as being utterly unnecessary and foreign.

So it goes.


The air in Swift's erstwhile safehouse is suddenly thick with accusations and suspicions and admonishments, both real and imagined. From outside can be heard the distinct *SMEK* of a punch connecting with thick goblinoid flesh.

Rhon winces, then clears his throat.

"Regardless of anything else, Imuri-san is correct about one thing for certain; the Empire is in grave, grave danger, and will need the abilities of all its greatest champions to save it, including the five of you, though I confess I do not know everything about the role Azami and Kyras, here, are to play aside from, er, bait." The simultaneously bookish and roguish elf gives an embarrassed smile to the two gaijin. He then pushes his glasses back up his nose and gives a resigned sigh, the kind that typically precedes some great personal disclosure.

"As for information, I will begin; while Erudima's vision and quest are all real and sincere, I confess that my motivations for coming here go far, far beyond simply guarding a friend, and a noble from the great city of Mamban, though I call that place my home at the moment. I am here partially on a mission of vengeance. There is an elven woman called Kylara, and she is one of the greatest thieves alive, an acrobat of supernatural grace and skill. She recently...stole...something...from me and I believe she is here in Lanzhu. What she stole is extremely dangerous; it is a dragonstone, one of the artifacts said to be able to grant magicians of a certain status control over dragonkind, or certain types of dragons, I..." The rogue scholar falters for just a moment. "...I confess I do not know much of the particulars. Lore on this artifact is well-nigh impossible to find. I speak from experience. What she intends to do with the dragonstone, well, I have a few guesses, and none of them are good. You can imagine what a powerful shugenja could do with such an item while so many dragons are gathered here. That is one concern, but unfortunately it is the least."

Rhon gathers himself. "My fear is that Kylara has a buyer for the dragonstone, and that this buyer has designs on one of two things; to control the Eastern dragons, hitherto uninvolved in this war, but whose great power could easily turn the tide, or -- far worse -- to attempt to control Stonegard, who dwells in the mountains to the north, and is one of the Three Great Red Dragons, Felltouch and Frostbane being the other two. If Stonegard's will were not his own..." Rhon just shudders.

"Madame Curator mentioned Deinor, and his connection with The Uniter, the First Emperor Chan. I was trying to get information from him but he...he has some skill with glamer when given time to prepare, it seems, for I was able to get precious little from him. But I believe Kylara and he serve the same master, and I would speak with him again tonight, only this time I will be prepared to counter his magics."

Rhon squares his shoulders. "The other part of my mission in coming here is odder, but no less dire. In assistance to Sir Korius Merit, Captain of the Host of Iomedae, General of Izmir, and leader of the Paladine who dwell in that place, I seek one of the 12 Abominations of the Archmage Marianasu. I believe one of them to be here. Unfortunately that mission is difficult, and may well see me here long after my companions have left, I fear."


*blink blink*
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*blink blink*


Male Half-elf Dragon Disciple 11

Kyras listens to Rhon's explanation, not sure of whether or not to trust him. Tokine seems to not be suspicious of him, nor Azami, which likely means that he can be trusted. "Azami and I are heading to the University for guidance on our special assignment. You can probably find some help there in locating these items." He motions to the door. "As much as I enjoy staying here and being referred to as bait, I would like to finish at the University prior to watching half-veiled attacks at tonight's dinner. Azami, Rhon, if you'll accompany me. Tokine, I'll be back to help protect you after we finish here."

DM/Sense Motive DC 34:
Bluff 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (20) + 14 = 34
Kyras very much wants to show Rhon something outside the prying eyes of Shoto and his men.


Female Human Samurai 11, HP: 84/128, 3/4 Resolve, 1/4 challenges

Azami listens to Shoto with the impassivity of a woman who has already seen her death. His accusations that she cannot stomach war or that she clings unnecessarily to honor in the face of such war bring her mind to the stretching lines of scarred flesh that criss-cross her skin like some chaotic arcane pattern. Then her gaze surveys his smooth flesh of his face, where the mempo is broken against his skin.

She is ronin - Azami believes Shoto cannot understand, what with his privileged household and life of deception among courtiers, political skirmishes the whole of his battlefield. She recalls his family mon of the spider, thinking of the web he strings with words to build the illusion of Shoto as their savior, as a light in the darkness of this day.

It is doubtful Shoto is aligned against the Emperor, Azami knows, and his assistance might be welcomed if he did not threaten to defend his honor in one moment, and discuss the casting of honor aside the next, surrounding them with the worst of the Empire's criminals.

As Tokine seeks to soothe, Azami returns to her silent rigidity, listening as the elf -Rhon- speaks of further horrors of which to be concerned: a dragonstone. The red dragon in her dreams returns to mind, but now it is as if it is curled about them in this place, called by the name that Rhon mentions (why does it feel wrong to even let the name form in her mind?)

Kyras' response seems to break her from this mental vision, and she nods once.


Tokine breathes a little easier. Not that her words did much to cool the tempers, but it gave a chance for Rhon diffuse the situation with his startling revelations. Rhon..you are a...mysterious man...I know there is yet more that you hold back...much more...but I trust that you do not wish to see the Princess or me harmed...just be careful.

At Kyras' admission of a special assignment, she looks up in interest. She gives a nod at his proposal. "My duties lie at my Temple till tonight. But I can arrange a tea service tomorrow morning, if it is wished for this group to reassemble with what is learned tonight. It will be a public service in memory of those who died defending their city, all will be welcome. So no eyebrows will be raised at our congregation, and we can meet privately in the temple. But is there more we need to know before tonight?"


Male Human, samurai caste Ninja 7, Samurai (Broken Promise) 4 (HP 32/77 AC 22, T 17, Flat 17* - F+10 R+13 W+8; Init +9; Senses:Per +15

Imuri allows his posture to relax and steps away from the open shoji screen. Tokine-san, you are as compelling and disarming as ever. My duty to pay respect for those murdered to night would be appeased by your offering of tea and unity. I will be at your temple.

He turns to Kyras and Azami, before walking past them and standing next to Swift. I see you have chosen to take offense at my words, samurai, rather than understand I am obligated to defend my perspective. You will find I am an effective ally in time. I will hope to see you in the morning. Until then, my companions and I have a ruse to resume.

He studies Kyras for another moment, changing his features once more to represent the Warbanian as closely as possible, and bows very slightly. It was good to make your acquaintance, Kyras-san. I will tell you what I learn tonight.


Female Human Samurai 11, HP: 84/128, 3/4 Resolve, 1/4 challenges

Azami turns to Shoto, "If having no response is taking offense, I think you shall always believe me offended, Shoto-san. Kyras seeks to attend the University, and I am bound to accompany him." She considers a moment, and then adds, "If we have need to get word to you, how would you prefer we do so?"


Male Half-elf Dragon Disciple 11

Kyras returns Shoto's slight bow. "Glad to make your acquaintance as well. We will share our information with you as soon as we know it." With a final smile towards Tokine, he leads the way out with Azami behind him. He gestures for Rhon to follow them to the University.

Sense Motive DC 15:
Sense Motive 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (1) + 14 = 15
Kyras clearly doesn't trust Shoto Imuri very much. For all his skill at lying, he doesn't do a good job of hiding it.


Eru suddenly finds her tongue.

"Wait!" she blurts. "I'm sorry, wait. I...I know I'm really still just a kid, and that...there are things I shouldn't know, and can't kn-"


Rhon closes his eyes, making a pained expression. "Erudima, no, I'm sorry, I-"


"It's okay, Rhon. Obviously I would have liked to have know. But I agree with you that it's best I didn't. Are any of the others in on things? You know how Naradil feels abou-"


"It is not in Naradil's nature to feel, your highness. But no; none of them know anything, except perhaps Ghar, the extent of whose knowledge is always impossible to divine, both for better and for worse."


The princess, suddenly looking very, very young and out of her depth, nods. Her eyes are wide then as she once again addresses you all.

"This morning Rhon and I took breakfast tea service with Imuri-san, and while imperial manners and motivations may forever remain opaque to my western sensibilities, I feel I understood some of what drove him to host us, and the Black Dragonflight after. Through certain means, I know that meeting was every bit as formal and neutral as ours. What I take away from this is that the empire is truly first in his heart. If working with...well, questionable sorts of people will further his aim of protecting the empire, I believe he would do it, and as honorably as possible."

Blushing furiously for no particular reason anyone can discern she looks apologetically at Azami. "I-I'm sorry. I don't know if that assuages what you feel at all."

Speaking again to the group, she continues. "There is something Sera Zhongyi told me during elevenses a couple days ago. She intimated that she was taking lessons in military strategy from a great general, a true guru who now lives alone in the mountains to the north. She told me that the guru was pensive lately, and spent an overlong time telling her about a northern device called a matroshka. It is a...a thing-within-a-thing-within-a-thing, as she described it. She said that it had something to do with the visitors, but didn't know for sure what. I think I might have a guess. I think...that everything the Black Dragonflight is doing here is a ruse. I don't think they care about the Empire joining them or not. I think they came here just to tease out your defenses, and that while it may look as if they were trying to appear as saviors -- which I think they are, but I think this is more their aim -- I think really that what they are doing is seeing how quickly the city reacts, how powerful the internal and external defenses are, what kind of forces you can marshal at short notice. A ruse-within-a-ruse-within-a-ruse. I think that you will be attacked, and soon."


Rhon gives Kyras a significant look. There appears to be an understanding of some sort between the rogue scholar and the gaijin.

Kyras only:
Rhon takes your point, and will accompany you.

The elf then nods at the younger noblewoman, his eyebrows raised in appreciation. "That's good Eru. I had suspected something similar, but this lends credence to that theory, more than I would have given it. I doubt they would attack tonight or tomorrow night, however, since they know the city -- and especially the palace -- will already be on high alert for the state dinners. After that, though..." Rhon trails off.

"I am all for departing now, and meeting tomorrow with fresh perspective and information, but I do feel Imuri-san has a point about planning for this evening. I fear that with the Black Dragonflight so present tonight, if we aren't on the lookout and watching each others' backs, some of us might not be around for tea at the temple tomorrow." He frowns. "We know Kyras is the major target, even if we don't know exactly why. We also know Eru is -- as has been mentioned -- a target of opportunity. We also suspect collusion with criminal syndicates internal to the Empire. I will be seeking out Deinor Maren. Leave him to me. I feel the most significant things we need deal with at the state dinner tonight are the following: 1, to be sure we have a safe place to which we can rush Kyras should he come under attack, as much for his own sake as any other concern. 2, to decide how much San Pen, Tokine, and Imuri should expose the Dragonflight to the assembled nobles in the dining hall tonight. Do we attempt such a thing? Is it worth it? Is it even possible? My command of Imperial Protocol is, I fear, not up to the task of deciding these things and I look to you for assistance."


"If the Ruse is just a Ruse, perhaps we need to play along. Direct confrontation tonight would be horrendous as too may citizens would be exposed. But what does indirect confrontation gain us? If they mean to attack, it would be best to give ourselves as much time as possible...either to prepare...or perhaps to find first, what it is they seek. The Emperor showed enough of his hand, to let us know that he is not deceived, his agents casting illusions and having tea with Kyras and Azami". Tokine's voice takes on a quality of bemused amazement.

"If the Emperor means to play along by hosting the Black Dragonflight tonight, then I can play my role. I can dull my thorns, while remaining a rose if that is the Emperor's wish. Yet I think I can still sink a barb beneath their scales."


Male Human, samurai caste Ninja 7, Samurai (Broken Promise) 4 (HP 32/77 AC 22, T 17, Flat 17* - F+10 R+13 W+8; Init +9; Senses:Per +15

Imuri cannot suppress a split second of surprise. You have had tea with the Emperor over these matters? IS this not worthy information. Clan Shoto has laid its clues and designs bare for all of you.

He looks each of his guests in the eyes. Perhaps before the next discussion of how untrustworthy I have been, we will remember who disclosed his plans and his loyalties first today. I suppose you should take your leave and ponder your need for allies until tomorrow morning. As for the rest of us, we have work to do.

The Spider scion leaves the doorway, moving into the room to stand next to Swift. Without speaking further, he begins to check his weapons, including a few small vials and the shuriken carefully palced into the sleeves of his kimono. He adjusts the melted lacquer mask yet again, briefly revealing reddened flesh textured by shallow scrapes.


Female Human Samurai 11, HP: 84/128, 3/4 Resolve, 1/4 challenges

To Shoto, very clipped. "I stated I wished not to speak in the company of criminals. Take that as mistrust of you only if you place yourself as one of them."

Well, if we are throwing our lot in here...

A small sigh - this was becoming irritating, and no one was listening to a word she has been saying. "The honorable Curator speaks truly. It may not assuage your pride, Imuri-san, but we have been given some small direction by the Emperor himself. I am not at liberty to divulge what is not mine to share. But the Plum Blossom Syndicate is involved, the Hounds of Tindalos - whatever that is - the name of the beast that has your scent. We will be in attendance tonight, but I do not know how much longer we will remain in the Empire. Also, I am Azami Ito." She proffers him a curt bow.

To Tokine, Eru and Rhon, she turns, regarding them for a moment quietly. "Curator, I think ...Rhon?" she confirms his name with a questioning tone, "may well have a point that is militarily sound. The Black Dragonflight might not know we are aware of what the Princess points out - the ruse within a ruse within a ruse. The element of surprise would be advantageous if Rhon and the Princess are correct and they do not intend to attack yet. If the Emperor does not already see this, which I doubt, it would not be difficult to alert him, and the guard. And they might determine the best nobles to make aware." She turns her gaze to San Pen. "Few have a closer ear to the Emperor than our honorable Sifu. If the Emperor wishes us to take action, He will let us know."

"We could be both ready, and appear unready. A balance."


Male Human, samurai caste Ninja 7, Samurai (Broken Promise) 4 (HP 32/77 AC 22, T 17, Flat 17* - F+10 R+13 W+8; Init +9; Senses:Per +15

Azami-san, I will say this on the matter and bid you goodnight, says the Spider samurai. You are dressed as a ronin. In our culture you may not perceive yourself as a criminal, but you are as wayward as anyone who wears a daisho without a master. Once more I remind you that Daisuke's dojo may yet be reclaimed for honorable service. You were not brought to thispalce of safety to engage in high-browed judgment on those who fought on your side today. Put aside your criticism until their lawlessness palces them across the board from you. Until them, consider them as skilled shogi pieces - they maneuver on the board in a way that mere pawns do not. A pawn may be used wisely, but a ki-rin moves outside of the pawn's reckoning.

As for your mention of these hounds of tindalos, if you are aware of them and only now mention them, despite, once again, my full disclosure, then I invite you to consider that I have demonstrated bushido. I have shown sincerity and compassion today. What's more, my loyalty is not sublimated to personal beliefs about how to maintain my own honor. If we were to divide honor and the survival of our Empire, the honor is yours. I will sacrifice even that for the victory of our people.

He locks eyes with the young ronin. If we are to save the Empire together, tomorrow we will have to trust each other more. I hope your morning kata is enlightening.

I say again, Imuri says. Good night. Tomorrow I will again share all that I can to help. But for now I have to engage in deception and put myself at risk in order to identify our common enemy and possibly save the life of your charge. I hope following him around and waiting for him to be attacked serves your sense of honor.

Imuri does not wait for reaction. Instead, he gathers a few belongings and nods to Swift. For exposing this place, I would offer you a new location that only I am aware of. It will make a good place for you to rest, and you don't have to worry about being betrayed in the morning.

Shoto Imuri leaves.


Swift, as usual, says nothing. As he walks past Azami, he regards her stonily, his expression impossible to read. It would be easy to take offense at this if it wasn't the same way he looked at everybody. The ninja pauses at the door and looks at Kyras for a long moment, then follows Imuri. Big Hat and Jade Tusk follow quickly behind.

For anyone -- DC26 Sense Motive:
Swift was sizing Kyras up, the way one sizes up a potential enemy. Or challenger. Or victim. Also, you can tell this man is a serious fighter and true ninja.

@Shoto Imuri: Outside, Swift points over towards a break in the inner wall of the city that leads to a small park. You hear Daisuke talking, and as you approach you see where he and Gallows have the two hobgoblins tied to a tree and "prepped" for interrogation.


Rhon looks around the room. "Well, shall we? The day wears on, and if we are to speak at the university, I can't imagine we've a great deal of time. Eru, you should come with me for now. Madame Curator, I hope your temple is safe, and that I may see you in good spirits this evening. Sifu San Pen, I hope also to see you in similarly good spirits." The elf gives a tentative smile.

"Master Erodal, Azami-san, please lead the way. Let us speak."


Male Half-elf Dragon Disciple 11

Kyras leads the way to the University, looking out for potential kidnappers the whole way. The artifacts burning a hole in his pocket, he hopes that Rhon Tai might shed some light onto them. While Shoto Imuri's words were harsh, he still doesn't trust him enough to show items of such raw power in front of him. Out in the streets, he looks at the scenes of devastation brought by the Black Dragonflight's ruse and wishes that things could be simple in the Empire. Everything has to have a hidden meaning, an ulterior motive, a second agenda. Nothing is ever clear, though he is beginning to respect Azami's straightforwardness.

On his way to the University, he explains the Hounds of Tindalos to Rhon and Erudima. "My sister is Bethany Erodal. She found a number of items in her quest for knowledge and understanding, which I am beginning to fear may have doomed her. I believe that it was these items that attracted the attention of these Hounds of Tindalos, and that these Hounds now have my 'scent'. Her former assistant, who I still need to find again, tried to kill me by drugging me and locking me in Bethany's storage unit with one of them. Fortunately, I burned it down and killed the Hound, but I don't think it's the last I'm going to see of them. Once we get to the University, I'll show you what I found in the charred remains of the storage."


Female Human Samurai 11, HP: 84/128, 3/4 Resolve, 1/4 challenges

She endures Shoto's haughty lecture, and doesn't even flinch when he calls her ronin; by now, she has too long endured the word flung as an insult to let the pain show outwardly. They cannot possibly understand. She has been around these people long enough to perceive the true meaning of their flourished phrases: Imuri accuses her of foolishness, of weakness of character--calls her a criminal, and dishonorable. That he suggests her guard will not protect Kyras does cause her to bristle, lips pressing to a firm line; she is on the duty set by the Emperor himself, following the meager guidance of the Dawn of Iron and Blood to this path. He could have no more dedicated protector, to her mind. She needs him as much as he needs her.

She tells herself that Imuri's opinion does not matter, that she does not have to explain herself to him, and merely regards him with a steel distance.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22

Azami also holds Swift's gaze with icy silence, her eyes narrowing slightly. That the criminal pauses to look at Kyras causes her to take a step in Kyras' direction: a warning. But she cannot tell what his interest is before he leaves the hovel. At Rhon's suggestion, and Kyras' exit, she walks slightly ahead of the group towards the University - afterall, she is likely the only one who knows the way.

Once Kyras speaks, she mentions, "Shoto mentioned the hounds and scent too - I assumed that it would be the same thing. I do not know anything of such beasts, save what the Emperor said: that they gain your scent and never stop chasing you, and they arrive in angles? Something about a multiverse. I wonder if there is a connection between Kyras and Shoto if the Hounds are after both. With the many strange connections revealed today, I cannot discount it."


Tokine looks about the nearly deserted room. "San Pen, will you come with me to the Temple. The streets are likely still not entirely safe, and I would be more comfortable with you walking beside me."


we can perhaps move forward to get Tokine to the temple unless something is planned.


@Tokine and @San Pen: Things are uncharacteristically quiet between you on the walk back to the temple. When you finally arrive at the blessed building, consecrated to Shelyn, there is an eerie silence there that seems to extend from all around. The mists of the city are moving in a strange, wavelike motion.

"Your temple is safe." The voice is raspy and low and unpleasant. A shadow has detached from an alley and approached silently. It is Ghar again, Earanthil's rogue who said he would check on the temple. "There are old secrets here the Reaper would see safe." And with no further comment he turns and jogs to a different alley, down which he disappears.

From somewhere there is the sound of...liquid...dripping. Very slow. Very thick. The mists are moving in time with its inexorable rhythm.

It does appear Ghar was correct, at least so far; the outside of the temple has nary a scratch on it.

DC15 Perception:
The dripping is originating down one of the alleys across the street from the temple.


@Kyras and @Azami: Rhon's eyes light up at Kyras' comments. "Really? Oh I'm looking forward to this. I don't suppose you have any notes or journals or anything by your sister? That would also be quite useful. Maybe we can search the storage area again, see if there's anything left..."

"I'm not sure about these 'hounds' that have come up. There are extradimensional creatures -- hunter-killers, really -- that go by that name, and they are indeed known for their tenacity as well as their ferocity. But why they should be tangled up in all this is utterly beyond me."

Azami leads the way to the university, her time in Lanzhu allowing her to pick the fastest route. The princess del Solarian shadows the redheaded gaijin just a bit...too...closely for her comfort, but neither says nor does anything to provide sufficient cause for comment. The library appears to be attended and open, there are even a few students going in and out.


@Shoto Imuri: as you approach with Swift and Big Hat in tow, Daisuke speaks up. "Lord. What happened with the others. Is there a plan for tonight? For the morrow? I thought at least the warrior-woman would want to interrogate these prisoners. The one from the palace guard."


Male Human, samurai caste Ninja 7, Samurai (Broken Promise) 4 (HP 32/77 AC 22, T 17, Flat 17* - F+10 R+13 W+8; Init +9; Senses:Per +15

It is only us, replies Imuri. The warrior woman would prefer to see you and Swift executed for yesterdays' crimes than see these fools give up what they know. He summons the ronin to his side, away from the bleeding ears of the orcs.

We have no time. I will attempt to coerce the information we need from our prisoners quickly. When you perceive that one of our guests cannot help us, announce that we should simply kill him. When enough of us believe we are wasting time, we will proceed with what we have and continue with presenting the gaijin to your employers.

Imuri looks up to Swift. Whatever you can tell me now about the dragon and who wants him, now is the time. We cannot wait. Ponder this while I barter with the orcs.


Male Human, samurai caste Ninja 7, Samurai (Broken Promise) 4 (HP 32/77 AC 22, T 17, Flat 17* - F+10 R+13 W+8; Init +9; Senses:Per +15

Imuri emerges from within the huddle as an elderly monk, dressed in drab browns and a kindly smile. The mon of the Sera adorns his cloth belt.

This punishment is beneath the behavior of samurai. Imuri says to the prisoners. I cannot control the rabble that found you, but I can report them to the authorities. However, those who beat you are unlikely to be punished for assaulting those who attacked the city. With today's events, you are unlikely to be rescued until things are set back to normal. I can tell the magistrates where you are, but they will not help you for days. If you were to elevate your station, perhaps to becomes informants about the coming war. Or help their dfense of the city, maybe justice would find these ronin quickly, and your punishment end merely in exile.

The monk smiles hopefully. They have threatened to beat me as well. I risk much by helping you, but then my vows are more important than my life. Please answer quickly.

Diplomacy 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (11) + 11 = 22


Male Half-elf Dragon Disciple 11

Perception 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14

Kyras starts looking for the scholar that the Emperor told him about. "We are looking for someone named Yeo Wu Xiay, a teacher in this University." He looks at Azami, the exact details of their meeting with the Emperor a secret between them, then to Rhon. "We've been told that she can help. I have something that she needs to see, something that you need to see."

He rather bitterly adds on a warning. "I can't figure out why the Hounds want to eat me. Maybe the dragon's blood that runs through my veins is particularly tasty." He allows himself a little smile, one of the first moments of any levity in the last few days. "Just be on the lookout. They travel through angles where walls and corridors meet, so we can really face them at any time without warning. Just thought you should know."


Perception -> 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

Tokine feels the wave of relief wash over her at the site of her temple. Her knees go a bit weak and she holds onto San Pen for a moment to get her composure.

Ghar runs off almost before her senses are aware of him. He sets out without allowing her a word of thanks.

"It is quiet out here. Not what I expected or more terribly, feared. But Blessed Shelyn, the temple appears unharmed." She hurries across the plaza and into the temple proper calling out for her associates.


@Imuri: The two hobgoblins look at each other, their eyes kind of glassy and blank looks on their faces. "…samurai?" mutters one. "…elevate?" grunts the other. They both then look at you. The first one speaks. "We…we fight the mountain overlords of the east! We must defeat them. They cannot take our positions in the jungle. We bring the fight to them first, catch them off-guard." The other one nods in agreement as this is said.

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@Kyras and @Azami: The university library seems largely unaffected by the tumult, though neighborhoods around are damaged. Rhon frowns when Kyras mentions the name of the instructor you have been told to seek out. "That name does not ring a bell, and I know a fair number of the faculty here. Possibly she was added after my last visit, or is just rather reclusive. Come, we can ask at the faculty center."

The slim elf leads the way to a building near the library which looks to your eyes like a dormitory. Inside is a spartan lobby with a large desk in the center behind which two old women are working, organizing envelopes and papers and putting them into little mailboxes that are stacked up beehive-like behind them. Rhon clears his throat. "Noble ladies, my companions and I seek the…professor? named Yeo Wu Xiay. Is she free? If not, does she keep office hours? Our business with her is most urgen-"

The rogue scholar is cut off as the ladies suddenly start giggling. They speak to each other in a strange tongue and then look at the four of you. "You seek Dr. Xiay? She is in chambers. As always. Down the stairs, ALL the way down the stairs. Door number six. You must knock five times and say all things with sugar on your tongue." They indicate a doorway at the other side of the lobby through which a staircase going both up and down can plainly be seen.

Rhon bows to the ladies behind the desk. "Thank you." He then starts toward the stairs. "How exactly did you come across this name, Kyras? And these…items, whatever they are? Or is this one of those things I'd be better off not knowing." He asks this as you all begin to descend the stairs together.

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@Tokine: You run into your temple and while things at first seem fine, a shadow grows in your thoughts as you stride through the many rooms. All your staff are huddled together in a central room, armed but cowering. When they see you, they practically bowl you over in a most-undignified display, attempting to embrace you. They are all chattering and crying and wailing at once, all seeming to be quite beside themselves.

Give me a Faith check please. d20+WIS bonus

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