Dragons of the West (Inactive)

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Guide to Characters and Places of Kotei + Battle Map


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Indeed, plain old tea and plain old (old) Kotan man.

Answers to questions

"The Garden of Time can keep the deceased as fresh as the day they died."

"The western Colonists have signed an accord of peace yet their colonies keep pushing ever further into lands not given to them in the first negotiations. Their firepower and weapons give them formidable force. It is their Governor who pushes them so however, and it is the Governor's acolytes we will fight."

"Our Emperor is kind yes, but he has secluded himself away behind his walls leaving us to deal with the Colonists. As for the dark forces, I speak only of what we know... tales of sinister creatures, angered spirits and colonist spies within our cities."

"The Path of Seikei would see these evils calmed and the Colonists reprimanded for their actions. Just this last month, the fishing isles of Akka were taken over by the Colonial Navy. While war is not a current option, something must be done."


HP 44/44 AC 16(24)14(16)/12 (22); F +3 R +9 W +3 ; Init +4; Shield 2/3, Monkey Fish 2/3 Quickrunner 1/1 Skills: Appraise +11 Acro +13 Percep +10 UMD +9 Alchemy +11 Stealth+17 DD+16 SM+9 SoH+10 EA +10 Dungeon +8 Local +9 Linguistics +8 Spellcraft+9

Thorrpe looks at Shadow.

We were separated in my sleep, and I would not spend more time with out you. When I last fell you were not at my side. Want to give it another go?


Focus images HP 67/68 F +11 R+11 W +12 Spells 1: 6/7 25/63: 5/5 43/3 AC 16(17)/12/13(15) Res Cold/Elec 5 Init +5 Focus 18 (bracer:5/5,figure 3/3, Glove 6/7, Ring 2/3, belt 0/0) Appraise +22 Cooking +12 DD+19, Perception+15, Sleight of Hand 14, Stealth+17, Spellcraft+21, UMD+16, Engineering +21 Planes+21, Arcana+21, Religion+21, Gambling +15Alchemy +22

Of course, we have many more adventures to have.

The Eidolan replies, with a ...is that a grin


HP 44/44 AC 16(24)14(16)/12 (22); F +3 R +9 W +3 ; Init +4; Shield 2/3, Monkey Fish 2/3 Quickrunner 1/1 Skills: Appraise +11 Acro +13 Percep +10 UMD +9 Alchemy +11 Stealth+17 DD+16 SM+9 SoH+10 EA +10 Dungeon +8 Local +9 Linguistics +8 Spellcraft+9

I accept the charge whatever it may be, I am to ready to be dead yet.


Male Human Alch (BB/TB) 2
Vital:
HP 16/16, AC 16 (T 12, FF 14); F +5, R +5, W+1, I+2
Skills:
App +9, Alch +11, DD +8, History +5, Local +6, Nature +8, Perc +6, Cook +6, SC +9, Survival +5, Stealth +8

"You have put us in a hard position. You presume that our loyalties are as dust, perished along with our pasts. That might be true, it might not be."
Cookie pauses to collect his thoughts.
"Don't mistake me, I like the idea of being alive again, at having another shot at life. The offer to restore us to life is a powerful offer, and it sounds like you folks want to use us for your means. Tell me, why should we offer our loyalty to you?"
Cookie fills up his tea cup.
"There is my loyalty to the ship and the captain and my other family ties."
Cookie drinks the cup dry.
"This is what you presume our loyalties to be now, dry and empty. But are you offering us tea or hemlock. We don't know unless we try and drink, I suppose you could say there are some trust issues involved. What makes you a better employer than say this governor or the emperor?"


Male Human (multi-ethnic) "神託" [Oracle (Dual Cursed)] 2 | AC 15 T 8 FF 15 | HP 16/16 | F +2 R -2 W +3 | Init -2

Mhar is suddenly very, very nervous.

I am not ready to be dead. he thinks. I am uninterested in returning to that line again... whatever that means.

He thinks, debating himself.

- But my life, my family - they're dead. And I knew this. How? Why?

Fist clenched, he slams it on his leg, bringing pain to himself and, hopefully, clarity.

- Because I was dead too, of course. I saw them there. And I... chose. I chose to return here.

Still, hesitation.

- I didn't know! I didn't know it would return me as a cripple, as a worthless nothing! he protests within himself.

- ... but that doesn't matter. These people need help. And I know how terrible dying is... and- he shudders, nearly sobbing, -knowing your family is dead, and not coming back.

- My destiny is stolen from me! he cries within himself.

- No. he replies. It was not. My dreams were stolen from me. But these were the wants and fancies of a child. See how they mock my weakness? No - not my physical weakness. The deathly one, she mocks my pride. My arrogance. And I was that, once.

"'When I was a child, I thought as a child;'" he says softly, leaving unspoken, 'as a man, I put away with childish things.'

- But... I wanted to be a hero.

Mhar looks up.

"Then perhaps I still can be. Destiny... I was chosen. I will heed you, spirits." his face rising. "I will accept your mark, your cause, and your ways, but I will... need some aid to become what you need me to be." he states.

Sczarni

Male Dwarf Expert1st/Fighter 3rd HP: AC: F: R: W: Init: Spd:20

Tommars ears perk up at this conversation. The man had come here to basically seek out the knowledge of the east, and to rest his mettle. He grinned and gave a little chuckle.

"I am in, send the gods have twisted sense of fate." Tom says As he looms to the armory and than the others."Save the flowery speeches , its simple we either aid them or die. I prefer to live. I mean I came to the east to seek knowledge and test my mettle against, well against tour warriors. So sign me up, but not before I inspect my stuff. I mean I better not find my gun or hat messed up" He says as he walked towards the armory to seek out his gear.


Female Human Sorcerer (Celestial) Lv. 2 - AC 12/15MA - HP 15/15 - F+1,R+1,W+4 - Perc.+5, SM+5 - Init.+2

Assuming Jezelyn's much earlier Sense Motive check of 18 on the robed man doesn't alert her to any deception on Hasegawa's part...

Jezelyn bows to the ancient man before her.

"Thank you for your answers, Sir Hasegawa. Your cause is just, and you will have my allegiance."

She turns to her fellows, particularly those who seem unconvinced...

"If peaceful villages are being completely overtaken, against their will, by the military might of this Governor... And if we can be of assistance in stopping this injustice... Then it seems our path is clear. Perhaps this Governor can be negotiated with, or perhaps it will come to more drastic measures, but either way, these monks have given us strangers a second chance at life, and it only seems right to repay them with our aid."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 24 with her companions
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20 to gage their reactions

She suspects that Kite is not being entirely forthright with his enthusiasm for joining the monks' cause. She looks at him curiously, but doesn't question him about it, for now.

Finally, she turns again to Hasegawa.

"I will accept the sacred dragon tattoos and the return of my possessions at your convenience, Sir."


Male Human Ranger 2 20hp/20hp | AC 18, T 14, FF 14 | F +4, R +7, W +1 | Init. +7 | Perception +6

Braeth turns to the beautiful singer - Jezelyn was it? - as she speaks before answering back

"Well said! If we are to make our marks on this world I would rather it doing something worthwhile, just so long as I can do it any way I like.

He then turns to follow Tommar in the search for what little possessions he had with him at the time, a glimmer of hope reappearing for his lost fortune.


AC, HP, Saves, Ki pool:
AC 18, touch 14, flat-footed 14 (+4 Dex, +4 Armor) // HP 18/18 // Fort +2, Ref +7, Will +0 // Ki 3/3
Equipment:
In use: shuriken (20); masterwork wakizashi (2); piecemeal armor // Not in use: bedroll; flint and steel; mirror (small/steel); rations (x6); torch (x10); Backpack, Common; Belt Pouch; 19.44 gp
Skills and Similar:
Skills: Acrobatics +9, Climb +6, Disable Device +9, Knowledge (Local) +6, Knowledge (Nobility) +6, Perception +5, Sleight of Hand +9, Stealth +11, Swim +6, Use Magic Device +7 // Init: +4

Jian realizes that 300 years has passed, since he gave his attention to the "helping and whatever" part. He stops completely, stunned by the monk. A tear descend from his left eye. A whisper comes to his mind, and nothing stops it to pass through the mouth too. I'm sorry, brother. I haven't helped you, neither our family, neither our community.. Some seconds passes, he shrugs himself, and then he wipes the tear. He smiles again. I'll do this for you, brother. May your name guide me as a herald, he thinks. Jian then goes to the armory and takes his stuff. I'll follow Hasegawa's hint. I'll visit this monastery, and I'll try to gather more information about... everything, yeah. Call for my name, and I'll return. Master Hasegawa, if I can call you in this way, please advert me wherever you are ready to perform ours tattoos.
I actually ask information at whoever I can find in the monastery, supposing they can speak Common or Undercommon. I also look for a library, to have a clue of what happened in the last three centuries.
If needed, checks:
Untrained Diplomacy: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16
Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11 Uh, 7 + 4 again, perception again. Make it stop please.


HP 44/44 AC 16(24)14(16)/12 (22); F +3 R +9 W +3 ; Init +4; Shield 2/3, Monkey Fish 2/3 Quickrunner 1/1 Skills: Appraise +11 Acro +13 Percep +10 UMD +9 Alchemy +11 Stealth+17 DD+16 SM+9 SoH+10 EA +10 Dungeon +8 Local +9 Linguistics +8 Spellcraft+9

Thorrpe also checks out the armory and is happy to heft his morning star again. Hello old friend. He gathers his other meager possessions and is even happier that his small pouch of gems and coin is still there.


**INACTIVE(WIP)** 雷刃 Human Male Adult Gestalt Samurai/Unchained Monk (Unchained Sohei) (L:1 | HP:11/11 | AC: | FF: | T: | F:+| R:+4 | W:+0 | Initiative:+7 | Perception:+0 | CMB:+6 | CMD:20 | Speed:30')
Spoiler:

"If you need my acceptance of the Sacred Dragon tattoo, I accept the tattoo as well if it is needed to fulfill my destiny and honor."


F Human Wizard 1| HP 9/9 | AC 11; Touch 11: Flat Footed 11 | CMD 10 | Fort +2 Ref +1 Will +2 | Init +5 | Perception +7

Ysanne whispers quietly to herself,

Ysanne's whisper:
"The poor choice is the monks, not our own, they either had to risk our servitude for thir salvation or suffer the loss of everything they hold dear. While the others are compelled to help for what they see as their own reasons, I am compelled out of familiarity. I feel I know these monks, how strange. Perhaps I am mistaken? Sigh"

"Tell your masters that their gamble is a success as far as I am concerned. I will bare this tattoo and accept your training. Your people's end will be stayed, I'll stake my life on it." Ysanne smiles.


Female Human 蛇女 -Ninja 2 (HP 19/19 | AC:21 | T:14 | FF:17 | CMD 16 | Fort +2 | Ref +7 | Will -1 | Init +4 | Perc: +4 | Speed 30 ft.)

"What an interesting choice you present us with, by which of course you haven't given us one at all."

"So freedom comes at the cost of servitude, hmmm. Very well, I accept this offer."

Their voices flowed like honey when they spoke to me in my sleep. They called to me and I answered. This isn't perhaps what I'd expect from them; but I will make the best of this. A single year, then our great work can begin.

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Male Human Ranger 2 20hp/20hp | AC 18, T 14, FF 14 | F +4, R +7, W +1 | Init. +7 | Perception +6

Braeth glances at those around him in the armoury, slightly uncomfortable around so many weapons. Never been much of a fighting man myself, throwing knives for pleasure is about as far as I got with that... Guess I've still got much to learn if I am to help these people.

He wanders around the armoury, inspecting the various weapons laid on the racks wondering what he would choose to fight with in the year to come


F Human Wizard 1| HP 9/9 | AC 11; Touch 11: Flat Footed 11 | CMD 10 | Fort +2 Ref +1 Will +2 | Init +5 | Perception +7

Ysanne, after declaring her intention to accept, stands from the table and follows the others to the armory to fetch her things. She will linger for a bit, giving all the others a chance to abscond with their things, before she makes another pass through the room to find a thing or two that might be worth taking and will even look for secrets with detect magic and a quick search.

Ysanne Casted Detect Magic

Searches the Armory: Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20


**INACTIVE(WIP)** 雷刃 Human Male Adult Gestalt Samurai/Unchained Monk (Unchained Sohei) (L:1 | HP:11/11 | AC: | FF: | T: | F:+| R:+4 | W:+0 | Initiative:+7 | Perception:+0 | CMB:+6 | CMD:20 | Speed:30')
Spoiler:

As Shihan Hasegawa leaves the room, Rai stands up and slowly bows low. Then he proceeds to retrieve his gear unless the Sacred Dragon tattoos are going to be burn in earlier than first told or if he is prohibited from doing so.


Male Elven Alchemist 1
Stats:
Hp:9 Init +5 AC: 16/13/13 F/R/W 2/5/2 Perc: +8

Albert slips into the armory gathering up his, alchemy pouches he slowly sifts through each as if cataloging them in his head. He puts thumb and forefinger to chin and mutters to himself

This will just have to do, maybe i can pick up more from someone knowledgeable in herbalism or alchemy here.

Cough cough Umm Master Hasegawa if i may call you that, I seem to be in need of some alchemy ingredient and possibly a place or person that i can learn more about the advances in the years since ive been dead

If he has left i wander through the monastery looking for anyone that speaks common, anyone that can point me in his direction, or perhaps a library if the first two aren't satisfied by the time i reach a library.


"It seems my order and my cause no longer exist. I seek a new cause, and yours seems satisfactorily just. I will undertake your training and defend the land from the expansionist invaders. This period of training will also help me find and train a new mount."


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Zayne catches the tail end of the discussion before leaving the room and heading for the armor. Thanks to some passing Acolytes he was able to find it and his gear easily enough. He also the noted the somewhat suspicious looks in their eyes when he asked about his weapon but it was to be expected. True to his word his weapon and armor remained the same as the day he put them on...300 years ago. The thought nearly consumed him but he shook it away. He felt slightly better when the familiar weight of his weapon settled in his hand. He thought about donning his armor but knew he was still to weak to move in it adequately.

He then wandered back out into the garden, hoping to find some space to move around, when he noticed a dojo in the far corner. Inside the place was empty but he could tell it was well used and well maintained. The floor was washed and polished, the ceiling was free of cobwebs, and the doors were open to allow fresh air to filter in. On one wall there were several paintings. Each depicted a man in a similar pose as the first. Though Zayne could not read the writing he assumed these were past sensei's of the dojo. He bowed to them respectfully and took his place in the middle of the dojo to begin.

Zayne begins slowly at first, letting his muscles warm up and his body to remember the moves that had been drilled into it for several years. Though his face remains stoic and impassive, anyone with martial training could see the conflict in his heart and mind. At first his moves were hesitant and weak,

Am I really alive? I vividly remember dying, sinking beneath the waves as the ship capsized above me.

Shadows of doubt began to encroach upon him. Nearly suffocating him. But, strangely enough, it the familiar feel of the weapon in his hand that drew him back. He knew it well, every scratch, every chip, every discoloration. Back in the Academy, the other students all chose to master weapons similar to the ones the Five Ronin used: spear, three-section staff, double blade, katana and bow. Zayne however, chose the Fauchard. Larger and heavier than the naginata with a protrusion on the blade for tripping. It was unwieldy and awkward, but from the moment he picked it up he knew this was the one. With every swing truth became more apparent.

This is real.

But like a pendulum, his thoughts moved from doubt to anger.

Why me. I failed. I couldn't protect the crew. I couldn't protect my sister.

These thoughts and more ran threw his mind. Where once his swings were slow and weak, now they were wide and erratic. And again the weapon in his hand brought him back. As angry thoughts began to envelope him he would inevitably over-rotate his swing, forcing him to step wide to compensate. These seemingly random jerks drew him away from the malicious thoughts and let him focus on the truth.

I am still me.

When he left his home to train at the Academy, he had found a goal in life. To perfect his martial art and use it to protect others. Whether it had been 300 years or three days that goal hasn't changed. Sure he was heartbroken over the loss he felt. The family he knew is long since dead. His home has probably changed so much it would be unknown to him now. But he could do nothing about it. He had failed but he had to keep going. These monks were generous enough to give him a second chance and he intended to take it. They were probably using him and the others to protect themselves, but he couldn't really blame them. Foreigners were taking advantage of their passiveness and pushing the boundaries. He doubted he was told the whole situation but he was never one to turn a blind eye to one in need.

With each revelation, his form improved. The blade whistled through the air with practiced ease. One attack pattern flowed perfectly into the next. His moves became more and more complicated until he was moving on reflexes alone. There was no time to think anymore. With every swing he slashed through and banished the shadows of doubt. Every bead of sweat and every roar of Kiai diminished his anger.

With one final strike he stopped. His blade thrust before him, perfectly still. Exhausted and out of breath he still managed to bow to the previous sensei's before heading back into the garden to catch his breath. As he looked to the sky he realized it had been several hours but thankfully it was still far from midnight. When he felt his heart rate drop to a resting state he went in search of the monk, Hasegawa, he was ready to start anew.


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Female Human Sorcerer (Celestial) Lv. 2 - AC 12/15MA - HP 15/15 - F+1,R+1,W+4 - Perc.+5, SM+5 - Init.+2

When they are given permission to explore the monastery and collect their things, Jezelyn follows the others up the stairs to the armory. She gratefully receives her possessions, stroking her journal almost reverently, and finding her last entry...

"... I knew the Salvation would bring me to my destiny. I feel like my story is just beginning!"

She smiles, finding the words to be more true now than ever.

Jezelyn continues exploring the monastery, climbing higher, until she is absolutely delighted to find the library. She wonders if she will be able to read the whole thing in the next year, and she hopes at least some of it is in a language she can understand. If not ... well, she'll have to start learning, now, won't she?

She barely manages to tear herself away to continue exploring, and by the time she reaches the top floor, she's glad she has. A gorgeous view of the monastery grounds and a dramatic vista of the surrounding massive forrest meets her eyes, as a gasp escapes her lips. She's never seen anything like it, and almost cries at the beauty.

Here. Here is where I will train to live out my destiny.


Female Human 蛇女 -Ninja 2 (HP 19/19 | AC:21 | T:14 | FF:17 | CMD 16 | Fort +2 | Ref +7 | Will -1 | Init +4 | Perc: +4 | Speed 30 ft.)

Vem wandered to the armory and after unsealing a casket or two found the one that was hers.

She disrobed herself and began to strap on her studded leather. It was always so light, it had never once hindered her. Always like a second skin.

Then she strapped her wrist sheaths on and clicked the mechanisms once or twice each to ensure they were still well oiled. The right one caught a bit, she'd tend to that soon.

And finally she found her blades at the bottom of the pile. Picking them up she couldn't contain her smile.

She spent a moment or two playing with the daggers, making them dissappear and reappear in her hands.

Sleight of Hand: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20 Sleight of Hand: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22

It is good to see you again old friends

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Sczarni

Male Dwarf Expert1st/Fighter 3rd HP: AC: F: R: W: Init: Spd:20

Finding his gear the wandering warrior smiled. To him his whole life was in these clothes , in these items. Despite his words spoken he looks at his boots first. The boots as any good Gypsy knows were a testament to ones journey. The boots he had were worn but not broken, these boots wore the dust of many a road in what would no be a land far away and the time long forgotten. In an odd way the wonder lust boiled in his blood, the very blood of Gypsy's.

He quickly slid from these foreign rags, and slipped into his familiar gear. He smiled as he attached his belt, his sword and all his other gear and the very end he picked up his musket and tested it. The smooth supple wood in his hands, the weight of the barrel made the made test its length. With a delicate grasp he looks down the barrel at the entry way across the way and smiles.

"Seems the old girl is just as I left her, warts and all" He says as slips the musket back onto his shoulder and looked over at the man practicing in the garden. It was clear to Tom the coarse before him, He was a gypsy and to him life and the road posed the greatest adventure of all.If he had to work for these new folks than so be it he would get it done while answering the never ending wanders song in his soul.


F Human Wizard 1| HP 9/9 | AC 11; Touch 11: Flat Footed 11 | CMD 10 | Fort +2 Ref +1 Will +2 | Init +5 | Perception +7
Zayne Iwatani wrote:

With one final strike he stopped. His blade thrust before him, perfectly still. Exhausted and out of breath he still managed to bow to the previous sensei's before heading back into the garden to catch his breath. As he looked to the sky he realized it had been several hours but thankfully it was still far from midnight. When he felt his heart rate drop to a resting state he went in search of the monk, Hasegawa, he was ready to start anew.

Ysanne watches Zayne from the second floor armory window while she waits, if he sees her shes plays it off as a coincidence that she was there, and turns to watch the others discover their things.

I totally wasn't watching you. BLUFF: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21


Male Human Ranger 2 20hp/20hp | AC 18, T 14, FF 14 | F +4, R +7, W +1 | Init. +7 | Perception +6

Braeth notices all the nostalgia in the eyes of those around him while they recover their belongings, a feeling he finds materialistic... yet he yearns for such a connection himself

If only there was something in this world that made me feel that way... Then again, I guess this is as good a chance as I'll get to find that something and start anew

He notices Tommar hefting a strange weapon from his casket and approaches him. Braeth hasn't traveled much in his life and as such is not very knowledgeable about strange and exotic things, but he is always interested to learn more.

"Thats quite the strange weapon you've got there, what is it and how does it work?"


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Sense Motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14

I totally didn't see you.


Male Human (multi-ethnic) "神託" [Oracle (Dual Cursed)] 2 | AC 15 T 8 FF 15 | HP 16/16 | F +2 R -2 W +3 | Init -2

Mhar watches the other disperse. He kneels in thought... in prayer... to his ancestors, to the spirits, to whatever may hear him.

Why... why this way...? he cried in frustration. Hubris. Arrogance. Pride. his mind accused. He... couldn't deny this. You failed them. You forgot. You failed US. He briefly questions his sanity as a cold chill of wind tousles his hair and clothes. He shudders, and prays he does not end up like the other broken one. "Vem" she called herself. He... pitied her.

Moving on, he pauses to watch Zayne practice for a time, envious of the man's easy grace, his ability to move. He knows the warrior will find peace, as he once did, spending time in the blade. He recalled his own youth, and all the long hours spent mastering the arts.

Mhar attempts to slide into position outside the dojo, but stumbles on his inability to lean on his left "foot", or what was left of it. He becomes aware of a low growl of fury and bitterness, but then... he voluntarily releases the evil emotions, opening hands he hadn't even noticed were clenched into fists, unlocking his jaw and ceasing the teeth grinding. He'd decided to get over this. It would just take time for his heart to catch up with him.

He walks - hobbles really - around the garden, learning his body's new strengths. New weaknesses, rather.

Finding a free space, he attempts a cartwheel - an easy movement, once, a simple child's play. Acrobatics: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (18) - 2 = 16. Although painful, difficult, and frustrating... he succeeds! His heart lifted. His body may be broken, but his spirit knew the ways. He leans forward into a tumble, a smoothly practiced movement he was once able to do even aboard a ship, for purposes such as- -such as ducking under a crashing beam, to lift the mast off of dying sailors... the thought comes unbidden. Acrobatics: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (8) - 2 = 6 Mhar spirals to the side, slamming his head into the ground, and sprawling on his back. He lies there for a moment, the wind knocked from his lungs, regaining breath... and waiting out the deep sense of shame and despair that overwhelms him. He stands, moves into the armory, collecting his things, and takes them to seek out a monk. He has questions... important ones. Questions that determine his destiny.

Presuming he finds one or more of the monks, he would bow before them.

"Why... why am I here? I am a warrior - I was trained for these-" he gestures to the weapons and then, to the armor, "-and this!"

He angrily slams his fist on the floor... a much less impressive gesture, now. "Why was I returned?! I... I don't want to be dead... but what can I do? My flesh is so weak," he cries, "I can barely hold my hand in the air without shaking! What good am I to you? To your spirits of the land? To your cause?"

He angrily attempts to show them his inability to perform maneuvers, as his tonfa scatters away from him, just out of reach. "And that!" he cries in frustration (and a bit of vindication), "What is that?! Why do things move away from my touch? Why does the world wish to humiliate me?!" he demands, eyes blazing.

Then, more softly, "... why am I here?"

He painfully returns to his knees before the masters. "I... I pledged myself to your cause, and, so long as it is a righteous one, I will keep it. I will take my weapons up once again, and fight for you, so long as I believe I am doing what is good and just. But you do not wish for me to be here; I am worthless: a wounded soldier unable to recover. I will understand if you reject my candidacy for accepting your brand. I will accept your decision, but I will need your help." the words were a bitter pill for him to swallow. But Mhar knew he needed to get used to this, or die alone and unable to accomplish anything.

"I came here, all those years ago, to find my ancestors. I once believed they were kami. I came here to find my destiny. To be a warlord who conquered in the name of justice and routed evil. But... I can no longer do this. Please: why am I here?" he asks, begging them for answers that he is in very short supply of.

Begging them to find a truth for him to believe in.


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HP 44/44 AC 16(24)14(16)/12 (22); F +3 R +9 W +3 ; Init +4; Shield 2/3, Monkey Fish 2/3 Quickrunner 1/1 Skills: Appraise +11 Acro +13 Percep +10 UMD +9 Alchemy +11 Stealth+17 DD+16 SM+9 SoH+10 EA +10 Dungeon +8 Local +9 Linguistics +8 Spellcraft+9

Thorrpe watches Mhar. He approaches him quietly.

You are pained, I do not know why but I too, once onew fear and anger until I found Shadow. I do not know if it will help but allow me to bring a friend to be with you for just a bit.

With that Thorrpe makes a few gestures, thanking Shadow, who vanishes. Then in front of Mhar is a dog, fluffy and friendly. It moves to Mhar and sits in front of him and licks his hand.

He will be gone in a minute, but any time you want me to summon him, I will.

Thorrpe sits back and watches.

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F Human Wizard 1| HP 9/9 | AC 11; Touch 11: Flat Footed 11 | CMD 10 | Fort +2 Ref +1 Will +2 | Init +5 | Perception +7

Raitoningu Burēdo and Ysanne the Raven:

When Raitoningu moves to leave the armory, Ysanne touches him on the shoulder in hopes of having a word with him. If he stops she says,"Pardon. I remember you aboard the Salvation, just as well as I know you now. My name is Ysanne and I'd be a fool to not notice your ferocious efficiency. You are a killer. I mean that in the most pleasant way possible," Ysanne bites down on the corner of her lower lip excitedly, "Despite the circumstances I noticed you declare your independance from what many are resigning to as masters, and I wanted you to know I respect that, regardless of the reasons you keep." Ysanne seems satisfied with her expression, and meakly curtsies.


Female Human 蛇女 -Ninja 2 (HP 19/19 | AC:21 | T:14 | FF:17 | CMD 16 | Fort +2 | Ref +7 | Will -1 | Init +4 | Perc: +4 | Speed 30 ft.)

Vem walks past Raitoningu who has stopped to speak with Ysanne. She doesn't slow down her pace, but looking at Ysanne, she takes a finger to her eye and pulls down on her lower eyelid and sticks out her tongue as she passes.


F Human Wizard 1| HP 9/9 | AC 11; Touch 11: Flat Footed 11 | CMD 10 | Fort +2 Ref +1 Will +2 | Init +5 | Perception +7

Vem's disdain:

Ysanne cracks a wicked sideways smile a moment and mouths silently at the expression of Vem's disdain.

Bluff (sending a secret message to Vem): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8 Whoops! It looks like Ysanne said, "For camping my mile." or something like that.


Female Human 蛇女 -Ninja 2 (HP 19/19 | AC:21 | T:14 | FF:17 | CMD 16 | Fort +2 | Ref +7 | Will -1 | Init +4 | Perc: +4 | Speed 30 ft.)

Vem makes her way down into the gardens, some others have already begun to go over their training regimes. She observes Zayne for a moment, pretty good she thought. That's the kind of man you have to kill in one strike, it would not do well to take a counter attack from that unwieldy thing.

Settling herself in an open area she got to work going over her more routine movements, front flips, back flips, cartwheels, somersaults. Then onto the more complex, standing back handsprings, side aerials, leg splits, back layouts with a half twist, and on through her full range of motions.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28

Her body responds to them all perfectly.

Next come the knives.

Sleight of Hand: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12

The first comes out of the wrist sheath poorly, she forgot about the bad latch on it from before.

Sleight of Hand: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23

Vems takes a moment to examine her sheaths, load their springs again with another set of blades and then takes a centered stand.

When she begins to move again, it's not at all like her normal walk. It's almost like a sort of mock dance, and her feet constantly bounce off the hard ground, ever so, hardly more than half an inch.

But when she advances, it's startling fast and with purpose. Most of her attacks seem to end in either viscious lunges or faux openings that result in another acrobatics display with knife strikes weaved into them.

In a final display of her honed mastery she lunges fowards, her right hand knife coming up from her thigh diagonally, followed by a pirouette that draws her left arm in and striking in a spiral as she turns. A feint fowards followed by both her knives being thrown at a nearby tree, imbedding into it. She follows it with a back layout, retrieving her sheathed knives as she flips and sending both of them into the tree as well when she finishes out of it.

She laughs, and retrieves her daggers from the heart of the tree. Then hoists herself up into its branches and pulling out a small whetstone from one of her pockets where she sets about sharpening her knives, watching the others practice on.

Sczarni

Male Dwarf Expert1st/Fighter 3rd HP: AC: F: R: W: Init: Spd:20

His eyes roll to the side and seeing someone interested in his weapon he stands back up. He eyed the man noticing his clothes to spoke of travel and use.

He smirked "This here is a musket. Its a firearm. This ranged weapon is powerful enough to negate full plate armor if the opponent is close enough." he says remembering the demonstration he was given during his instructions.

"It is simple on its use, you put a bit of powder which is the excellerant, followed by the bullet. You than put the butt of the gun to your shoulder take and and pull the trigger, which is similar to a crossbow. Whats different it is makes a loud noise and like I said before it will pierce hide and arm as if it were water!" He says with a broad smile to the man. He loved his musket and he hoped he would get a chance to truly use it, to her its thunderous song once more.


Male Human Alch (BB/TB) 2
Vital:
HP 16/16, AC 16 (T 12, FF 14); F +5, R +5, W+1, I+2
Skills:
App +9, Alch +11, DD +8, History +5, Local +6, Nature +8, Perc +6, Cook +6, SC +9, Survival +5, Stealth +8

Cookie stands up, and up and up. He is a very tall human. He will head to he armory to collect his things.

Face it Cookie, old boy. The ship is gone. And so are your loyalties. A second chance at life, that is so tempting just to say yes, but I worry that there is a catch in there somewhere. Am I just over thinking the whole deal?

He picks up his equipment. It is obvious that he has cooking stuff as a small iron pot and ladle clank together.

He then heads into to the monastery looking for a quiet spot to think.


**INACTIVE(WIP)** 雷刃 Human Male Adult Gestalt Samurai/Unchained Monk (Unchained Sohei) (L:1 | HP:11/11 | AC: | FF: | T: | F:+| R:+4 | W:+0 | Initiative:+7 | Perception:+0 | CMB:+6 | CMD:20 | Speed:30')
Spoiler:

Before Ysanne

Rai comes across his sealed casket, unseals it, and takes inventory, he thinks to himself, "It's all here!" Without any modesty, he strips down to his Fundoshi or whatever underwear the monks gave him. Rai's has quite the definition and it is highlighted by the room's lighting. Before you know it and with grace, he is wearing his Hitatare Robe and Hakama. He starts to don his Kikko armor piece by piece. Normally a love one would help Rai don his armor, however there is no one or very few who would remember him 300 years later. After his armor is donned, he grabs his Katana with both hands while bowing to it. He unsheathes the sword making sure no one is close to inspect the blade after 300 years. Like Hanshi Hasegawa had stated, the Katana was preserved like his body. He inserts the katana into his belt. Next, he inspects his wakizashi and discovers it to be in the same state as the Katana. Rai also inserts that into his belt and forms the familiar Samurai crisscross of swords. Next, he ties his Kabuto (helm) to his armor but does not don it on his head. Last but not least, he grabs his backpack and finds the contents to be unspoiled and preserved as well.

He places his left hand on his swords and struts out of Room of Sealed Caskets.

In the hall with Ysanne and the passing of Vem:

Rai looks into Ysanne eye's with his piercing steely blue eyes and she feels him flex, "Normally miss, you wouldn't want to touch a Samurai like that but I am more humble than most Samurai are and this appears to be a place of serenity and not a place of war so I controlled my actions. I am an HONORABLE killer and not some wanton killer like the Black Samurai. Please keep that in mind."

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21

Rai bows from the waste but keeps his eyes on Ysanne when she acknowledges his convictions.

As Ysanne eyes shift towards Vem, he moves to stand to watch both of Ysanne and Vem to see what is transpiring between the two. Regardless if Vem remains, he keeps his back to the wall or a more tactical stance.


Male Human Swashbuckler/1
vitals:
HP 14/14 AC 15/13/10(14); F+3, R+5 W+1
stats:
Init+3, Perception+5, Acrobatics +3, Bluff +5+2(7), Climb +5, Diplomacy +5, Escape Artist +7, Handle Animal +1, Intimidate +5, Profession (Sailor) +1, Ride +3, Sense Motive +5, Swim +5

After listening to most of the others agree to help out the monks, Kite excused himself to make his way towards the armory. Several others were there ahead of him, but he had no trouble locating his equipment, especially his prized possession.

"Ah, there you are old girl. I missed ye."

He said as he picked up a dusty old hat. He loving brushed some of the dust off, before settling it on his head. The rest of his clothing, along with his weapons, were also here and not much worse for the wear. Gathering his belongings, Kite wandered off to find somewhere to change back into his gear.

When he returned, several of the others were all about the garden, practicing with their weapons. He watched with some amusement, particularly impressed with Vem's movements. He clapped as she removed her daggers from the tree and climbed into it, leaning against it when he was certain no other deadly objects would be coming towards it.

"Quite impressive, lass. I dare say you do your kind proud."


Male Human Ranger 2 20hp/20hp | AC 18, T 14, FF 14 | F +4, R +7, W +1 | Init. +7 | Perception +6
Tommar "Long Tom" wrote:

His eyes roll to the side and seeing someone interested in his weapon he stands back up. He eyed the man noticing his clothes to spoke of travel and use.

He smirked "This here is a musket. Its a firearm. This ranged weapon is powerful enough to negate full plate armor if the opponent is close enough." he says remembering the demonstration he was given during his instructions.

"It is simple on its use, you put a bit of powder which is the excellerant, followed by the bullet. You than put the butt of the gun to your shoulder take and and pull the trigger, which is similar to a crossbow. Whats different it is makes a loud noise and like I said before it will pierce hide and arm as if it were water!" He says with a broad smile to the man. He loved his musket and he hoped he would get a chance to truly use it, to her its thunderous song once more.

Braeth's eyes gleam at the description of the weapon and it's function, his showing an almost childlike joy at the discovery of such a rare object.

"Sounds like such a weapon would make you quite a dangerous man indeed, but from your appearance you do not seem like one to abuse such strength.

With a nod Braeth moves off to look at other weapons in the armory. Suddenly he stops in front of a rack holding strange bladed discs upon the wall. He approaches them as he looks around for monks who might stop him before hefting one in his hands.

Now this is interesting, it weighs the same as a knife yet feels much more... dangerous he thinks with a grin. As he turns, the weapon still in hand, he searches for a training dummy to test this new weapon on. Spotting a likely target, Braeth twirls the weapon and lets loose a strike

Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

The blade spins off and sticks in the wall behind the wooden man. Hmm not exactly the same after all. Still though I like the heft of these... whatever they are

Braeth proceeds to lift more of the circular blades off the wall to continue practicing.


Female Human 蛇女 -Ninja 2 (HP 19/19 | AC:21 | T:14 | FF:17 | CMD 16 | Fort +2 | Ref +7 | Will -1 | Init +4 | Perc: +4 | Speed 30 ft.)

Vem responds down to Kite,

"I've certainly always been my biggest fan. Everyone has talent, what is rare is the desire to follow that talent to the dark place where it leads."


HP 44/44 AC 16(24)14(16)/12 (22); F +3 R +9 W +3 ; Init +4; Shield 2/3, Monkey Fish 2/3 Quickrunner 1/1 Skills: Appraise +11 Acro +13 Percep +10 UMD +9 Alchemy +11 Stealth+17 DD+16 SM+9 SoH+10 EA +10 Dungeon +8 Local +9 Linguistics +8 Spellcraft+9

just waiting for Mhar and the dog follow up :)


Male Human Swashbuckler/1
vitals:
HP 14/14 AC 15/13/10(14); F+3, R+5 W+1
stats:
Init+3, Perception+5, Acrobatics +3, Bluff +5+2(7), Climb +5, Diplomacy +5, Escape Artist +7, Handle Animal +1, Intimidate +5, Profession (Sailor) +1, Ride +3, Sense Motive +5, Swim +5

He grins and tips his hat to her, obviously pleased at her response.

"Aye lass, and some of those places be mighty dark. But on the other hand, there always be a light as well. Ye can't be havin' one without the other, as some of the gentlefolk say now and again. As for me, my talents be leadin' me to the sea and her bounties, although as you said, this time it led to a dark place."

He responded, his attention turning back to the others milling about in the garden. He remained silent for a moment, then lowered the rim of his hat to hide a smile.

"Then again, it may not be as dark as I thought. Aye, this could indeed be a great opportunity. I suppose we'll find out when these monks have done with us."


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HP 44/44 AC 16(24)14(16)/12 (22); F +3 R +9 W +3 ; Init +4; Shield 2/3, Monkey Fish 2/3 Quickrunner 1/1 Skills: Appraise +11 Acro +13 Percep +10 UMD +9 Alchemy +11 Stealth+17 DD+16 SM+9 SoH+10 EA +10 Dungeon +8 Local +9 Linguistics +8 Spellcraft+9

Thorrpe smiles as the dog licks Mhar's face and tries to play. After it disappears Thorrpe smiles.

Just let me know and I can bring him back. Thorrpe does not follow, but stops and brings back Shadow. Then eh goes and seeks out some food.

Sczarni

Male Dwarf Expert1st/Fighter 3rd HP: AC: F: R: W: Init: Spd:20

Tommar left the armory with his gear and looked about. He was pondering this place and wondered what to do. To him he sought the knowledge first, it seemed this place wasn't much in the co bat department. He would have to set up a spot to practice his aim later.

So the man lugged his stuff up the stairs. As he did he pulled out his orange scarf and chuckled a bit as he uttered a few slyvan words of protection. He passed a few of the others on his journey to the library. Once there he took in the sight and smiled."Ah the tales and legends these times must tell. Seems the journey for a seeker of knowledge is never truly amiss when you see such repositories as these"Tommar says as he sets his gear on a near by chair.


Female Human 蛇女 -Ninja 2 (HP 19/19 | AC:21 | T:14 | FF:17 | CMD 16 | Fort +2 | Ref +7 | Will -1 | Init +4 | Perc: +4 | Speed 30 ft.)

Vem laughs and says to Kite,

"The monks will teach of servitude and indoctrination, one would be wise to pay them no heed."

"Did you listen to them back in the tea room? Strangers have come to this land, and intend to take it over. Those strangers are our ancestors they ask us to fight."

"I don't care one way or the other really, but the arrogance of what they ask is staggering really."

"Nevertheless they have given us our lives back, and so I will claim souls once again in their name, but when I have finished so too will I add them to my collection."

"The fangs of the serpent are fast, but the venom is slow and diligent."

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Male Human Swashbuckler/1
vitals:
HP 14/14 AC 15/13/10(14); F+3, R+5 W+1
stats:
Init+3, Perception+5, Acrobatics +3, Bluff +5+2(7), Climb +5, Diplomacy +5, Escape Artist +7, Handle Animal +1, Intimidate +5, Profession (Sailor) +1, Ride +3, Sense Motive +5, Swim +5

"Perhaps, and perhaps not lass. Who can say after 300 years? But it matters not. I agree that these monks are not all they seem. But we won't be slaves, I can assure ye of that. And I intend to exact a price of my own for rendering my services unto them. They will find they got more than they bargained for with some of this crew. And whether it be in gold or blood, this sailor always gets his payment."

He says, eyeing everyone else in the garden. He crosses his arms, lowering his head slightly to hid his gaze from everyone else.

"But aye, I agree with ye, and will not stop ye should ye collect from the monks in due time. Unless they buy my loyalty with gold. In that case, we may have some business. But, until then, consider me yer friend, of a sort."


Female Human 蛇女 -Ninja 2 (HP 19/19 | AC:21 | T:14 | FF:17 | CMD 16 | Fort +2 | Ref +7 | Will -1 | Init +4 | Perc: +4 | Speed 30 ft.)

Vem smiles and reaches down and grabs Kite's earlobe, her hands freezing cold.

Then hands him down her most recently sharpened dagger.

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As the day goes by, each and everyone of you begins to make his or her decision. Whether alone or in a small group, you've discussed the possibilities. As the day comes to a close, the monks of the monastery assemble again in the Garden of Time.

A monk you've yet to meet steps forward and speaks aloud.

"The time has come for you all to make your choice. We would have each one of you step forward and state his choice aloud... As well as anything you wish to say. After tonight, you will have returned to your tombs or will become a member of our order. Do not be afraid, and speak true."


HP 44/44 AC 16(24)14(16)/12 (22); F +3 R +9 W +3 ; Init +4; Shield 2/3, Monkey Fish 2/3 Quickrunner 1/1 Skills: Appraise +11 Acro +13 Percep +10 UMD +9 Alchemy +11 Stealth+17 DD+16 SM+9 SoH+10 EA +10 Dungeon +8 Local +9 Linguistics +8 Spellcraft+9

Thorrpe steps forward with Shadow curled around him.

I accept, as does Shadow. Together we wish to continue our path, if yours is just and true I am for you.

After this, I think that the rune that appears on Thorrpe and Shadow will look like the tattoo,perhaps one that moves


F Human Wizard 1| HP 9/9 | AC 11; Touch 11: Flat Footed 11 | CMD 10 | Fort +2 Ref +1 Will +2 | Init +5 | Perception +7

In the hall with Raitoningu:

"You presume much about what I would touch; perhaps I welcome your natural instinct?" Ysanne smiles coyly at thoughts of either of being cut down or maybe something else by Raitoningu. "Should I call you Honorable Killer, or is there a proper name for which I can speak to you as? Honorable Killer is rather intimidating and exciting, but I doubt acceptable for the majority of the time we will be spending together."


F Human Wizard 1| HP 9/9 | AC 11; Touch 11: Flat Footed 11 | CMD 10 | Fort +2 Ref +1 Will +2 | Init +5 | Perception +7

"You have gambled with your lives monks, and rigged the odds in your favor. I respect your decision, not because I must, but I have no other choice. I will take up your cause, live to see tomorrow's rising sun, and see that your enemies suffer appropiately for their sins against you in the coming days." Ysanne steps forward brushing the hair from her eyes. She then turns and looks to see what the few people she talked with earlier today tell her with their expressions.

I hope no one sees beyond the wool these monks have pulled over our eyes and chooses death over the chance to get back at them. Although, I would be interested to see what actually happens should they refuse.


Female Human 蛇女 -Ninja 2 (HP 19/19 | AC:21 | T:14 | FF:17 | CMD 16 | Fort +2 | Ref +7 | Will -1 | Init +4 | Perc: +4 | Speed 30 ft.)

Vem steps forwards, "I accept your mark monks, brand me as you must. Know that when I leave this place it will not be to coerce or seduce those who transgress upon these lands. You have called the Herald of the Dark, and I have answered."

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