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Qatana’s Journal for Sarenith 8 – Sarenith 12, 4713

Starday, Sarenith 8, 4713 late night
Enganoka

Dasi had spent some hours researching the back ground of our shadow, the ninja assassin. Luck (or skill) was with him and he discovered that he came from an obscure and insignificant background, but after joining the Oni’s Mask clan his star rapidly rose. He was known for being an out rider and frequently clashed with his fellow ninjas, thus earning the title “the ninja of chaos.”

“Well that’s interesting,” Timber quipped, “but he’s still gotta die.”

Meanwhile Ameiko was having second thoughts about her doppelganger. More specifically she was worried how it would appear for her to condone its existence. Right. So it was ok when she felt the need for added protection, but now that she felt safe it was bad.

I looked over at Zos who seemed not to care, but I distinctly heard Beorn hiss “Coward!” under his breath.

Sunday, Sarenith 9, 4713 evening
Jiro’s Fort

We left Enganoka on the early morning wind and flitted south to Kimoto Kiyomasu’s home town of Kokomugi. Or what was left of it. Hulking mounds of charred timbers lined the streets, and the acrid smell of smoke filled our lungs. Some skeletal remains showed that many of the inhabitants had been burned alive, but most had been buried in a mass grave outside the ex-village. It was not clear if they were all dead before they had been flung into the pit and covered with earth.

We buried the doppelganger here and created a stone marker upon which we had carved fitting words using Stone Shape and Kali’s artistic skills.

We then turned to the northeast and flew to Jiro’s Fort. Once there I took the time and expense to set up various Glyphs of Warding along the heights, and also created a powerful Symbol of Sleep before the main gate.

Dasi spent time scrying on the regional governor, who was on his way to the resort where we hoped to ambush him. Kali and I focused on our ninja assassin, who was back wasting time at Sakakabe because of several strategic phrases we let drop while we knew he was scrying on Ameiko.

Naturally I have prepared a Nightmare for his bed time enjoyment later on.

Dasi also found that the governor had once been a successful naval commander and that he was known as “The Epitome of Honor”

And still today, even after weicked and cruel things he has done, he was known as a man of impeccable honor.

My friends and I were silent for a moment before Takoda said what we were all thinking, “Then Minkai is a land devoid of any actual honor.”

Moonday, Sarenith 10, 4713 evening
Jiro’s Fort

We spent the day scouting about and helping the guards at the fort prepare for the expected attack. The extent of our scouting trips were greatly extended by Wind Walk and still they turned up nothing within several days march.

Ivan took advantage of his mobility and traveled all of the way to the governor’s camp. Thus it was confirmed that he was where we expected him to be and on the way to where we needed him to be.

This was a clever use of resources and I wish I had thought of it!

Toilday, Sarenith 11, 4713 late night
Jiro’s Fort

We’re back at the fort again, although this was not where we had intended to end our day.

We left (again via Wind Walk) before sun rise and whisked ourselves west to the governor’s resort, arriving past mid day. We scouted up the road along the way to the lodge itself before finding a sheltered spot in the woods some half a mile beyond where we made our camp.

We had prearranged with “the Nine” to look for a raven at the lodge and speak with it if they saw it. Obviously the raven was to be Nihali, and after several uneventful hours of perching on a gate post a servant finally approached and spoke to her. A meeting was arranged for later on after dark at our camp.

While we waited for night fall we had a disturbing conversation. Dasi said that because the governor was honorable that he must be given a chance to serve Ameiko. I thought he was joking and said something to the effect that he would serve her best by being dead. But no, he was serious. I looked over to Ameiko and she was clearly considering this as a distinct possibility.

Let’s review, shall we? Less than two days before we had been at a village that the governor had ordered be burned to the ground. Innocent men, women and children had been slain, burned alive, and possibly buried alive. This is not the first time the governor has destroyed a town in this way. The governor’s own brother said he was unfit to rule (but of course would not take any action of his own for reasons of “honor”).

And now we were considering allowing him to continue to govern under her rule?

Star angrily spat out, “Then Ameiko would be no better than the Five Storms!”

Darkness fell (both literally and metaphorically) and soon the Nine visited us. We reviewed details of the plan, and learned what we could of the governor’s retinue. The intent was to attack him while he was in the lodge and so we decided to send a scouting party to the resort to check it out in person.

Radella, Dasi and Ivan were chosen both for their abilities to move relatively quietly (or in dead silence in the case of Radella) and for their varied skills in case anything went wrong.

I’ve never been so good at creeping about in silence. There’s always a twig underfoot at the wrong moment, or my cuff gets hung on some bric-a-brac that inevitably falls to the floor with a thud (or crash). I think I am better at it than Olmas, but then he moves around like a goblin in a glassworks.

Earlier in the day Ameiko had been scried upon once again by our ninja and so now Kali returned the favor. “He looks really tired,” she announced. I smiled. He was in a small wood with tents and camp fires in what looked like a refuge camp.

Suddenly Kali sat bolt up right and said, “He’s at the fort!”

We were deciding what to do when Radella’s scouting team returned in a rush. They had been spotted on the way out from the lodge– hmm, maybe I could have gone along afterall — and quickly made their way back to camp.

Ivan said, “I’m returning to the fort now. I can take three others with me. Who is it going to be?”

I said, “Returning to the fort is a good idea, but before we just pop in we should have a plan and take care not to alert the ninja that we knew where he was.”

I had hardly said this when Ivan and three others popped out. Badger chuckled, “Oh, okay so now it is.” Kali used Teleport to take the rest of us over to the fort’s inner chapel, and we arrived in the midst of Ivan’s squad. Jiro and Hautsue were listening as Ivan explained the current state of affairs, and we made a hasty plan in which most of the group would head to the druid grove and find the assassin.

My job was to start a Scry spell, which took an hour to cast, in case the assassin had fled and we needed to find what he was up to. Ameiko stayed behind because she is a coward and Shalelu remained to guard Ameiko and me.

Short story: the ninja assassin was found among the refugees where Kali had last seen him and my friends very quickly and efficiently killed him.

I arrived moments after the final blow and stayed behind with Radella to search his tent while the others hauled his body back to the chapel. We gathered up his valuables, including a portable hole, and followed the others.

He carried surprisingly little beyond the basic needs of an assassin. Poison. Some potions. Armour. A weapon. It was all of good make, but nothing outstanding. Except for one thing.

An ancient Minkai coin was pierced with a hole through which a leather cord was strung, making a crude amulet. But through Detect Magic it blazed forth with a bright aura. We could not identify it by the usual means, and so Dasi peered thoughtfully at it before announcing that it was an artifact of unusual powers, tailored for ninja.

“Perfect!” I exclaimed, “this is just what we need to buy the services of the ninja clans.”

Much to my surprise my companions did not agree. It was must too dangerous to let anyone else have it. In fact Dasi did not want anyone else (other than himself) in our group to even handle it. He looked directly at me and said, “I do not trust her.”

Seriously? The one person in this group not likely to be swayed by the mental pull of a powerful object? And yet you trust the sniveling coward posing as the heir of Minkai?

Dasi did finally set the coin on the ground and Ivan encased it temporarily in a dome of thick stone.

But by then I had had more than enough. I wandered outside into the dark courtyard.

“Guys,” I asked, “what the hell are we doing here?”

There was silence. And I prompted again, “Guys?”

Long moments passed before Pookie finally spoke.

“We have all been waiting for you to ask this question. Ameiko has proven herself unfit to rule. All she is interested in is getting to the throne of Minkai. She cares nothing for people other than how they can best serve her needs.”

“This land has a twisted notion of honor determined by only the most trivial of words and actions, while acts of villany and cowardice are ignored or justified. Perhaps Minkai deserves the Five Storms.”

I stood staring up into the starlight and was taken back to that first night in the slave pens of Kaer Maga. Then I was alone and powerless with no clear direction or purpose. And here on the other side of the world and a decade later I had found myself similarly without direction.

But only momentarily. My fundamental purpose had not changed. The slave markets would be closed. But my needs were much the same as when I first joined this journey north and south to the east.

I needed more power and money.

The first had not been an issue and I can continue to gain more using my skills and abilities. But I did not need to debase myself by doing so in support of a dishonorable cause.

The second had been more difficult given my team’s inclination to hang onto everything we find of any real value, whether we could use it or not. Each item was too important or too dangerous, or maybe at some point someone might want to use it, maybe once. Or someone just wanted to hang onto it, taking it with them when they left the group.

Yeah. It was clear that my goals no longer aligned with my companions’ goals. It was time to leave and make a new start. Somewhere else.

Wealday, Sarenith 12, 4713 no time
Astral Plane

It is calm here and quiet. I am drifting in the near emptiness of the astral plane and contemplating life.

This morning I had prepared a number of spells in anticipation of my actions. I then found my way back to my companions and faced Kali.

I had intended to explain why I was leaving and my concerns for the rest of the party. I had planned to let them explain why I should not leave.

But when it came down to it all I could say was, “This is nuts.” And then I released the held Plane Shift and I was here.

It is a wonderful place to just drift and think and am surprised I had not visited before. I must have been here for hours before thinking about my next actions.

Magnimar. Major port. Trading center. Historically iconic. Gathering place for those seeking fame and fortune. Home.

All of these reasons make it the perfect place to start again.

Qatana’s Journal for Sarenith 5 – Sarenith 8, 4713

Wealday, Sarenith 5, 4713 evening
Sakakabe

Dasi spent much of the morning wandering the streets of the city (with Zos and Radella remaining at a discrete distance and out of sight, but ready to come if needed), popping in and out of markets, pubs (sorry, I meant teahouses), and shops trying to find information about any known ninja assassins operating in the city.

He heard a variety of anecdotes about a mysterious figure that sounded more the stuff of legend than reality, but he deduced there was probably a kernel of truth to them. As is often the case, preexisting stories had probably been attached to a real present day person who vaguely fit the mold.

But to what use can we put this information?

While this was going on Kali used Scry to snoop on the ninja and found him walking the streets of Sakakabe. He was near, but we already expected that. Presently he ducked into a narrow alley and pulled out a poison dart and blow gun.

Dasi and company soon found his victim: one of the city guards. Locals gathered around his body and saying things like, “He just slapped at a fly that bit him and down he went, like a jumble of bricks.” He was still alive, but what purpose knocking him out served remained a mystery.

Other guards arrived and sniffed around for clues, but when Zos pointed out that the victim had been darted they immediately became suspicious. As usual with town guards around the world their suspicion zoomed in with razor sharp focus on the bearers of the bad news.

This made sense when using what must pass for guard logic: there was a crime here, these people are here, these people know more than me, these people’s presence threaten my self worth, it would be really appealing to lock these people up and then go find the nearest waffle house.

Meanwhile back in the teahouse Kali detected another scrying on Ameiko. She decided to push the assassin into action and let drop where we were staying. We then set up a watch and waited. And waited.

It may be that the ninja saw through our ruse (and our little illusion of Ameiko performing on the street in front of the tea house), or it may be he was busy somewhere else, taking advantage of the town guards’ preoccupation with their downed comrade.

However we are fairly sure he will try something tonight, and so we’ve set up the watches with extra care and have moved into a large tea room (rather than the sleeping chambers, where we can all be together.

O-Kahaku was none to happy after we had told her what we were trying to do, and so we have planned to leave her house (and Sakakabe) in the morning. It was nice to see someone commit to a cause and stick to it right up until it caused them inconvenience.

“Ooh, sarcasm,” quipped Badger.

Oathday, Sarenith 6, 4713 morning
Sakakabe

He came at night, attacking once before quickly scampering away. We’d only known he had been there from the hole he made by plunging his sword through the wall next to Kali.

We reacted quickly. Ivan fired a set of arrows that ripped through the paper walls of not only our room, but all the other rooms between us and the outer wall — fortunately everyone else on our floor was laying down alseep. I flew through the door, smashing the flimsy wood and paper in the process. But he was long gone.

I had my companions wait within while I flitted about the halls and found only the barest of tracks leading down from the ceiling and back up again. They simply appeared and then vanished, and so clearly he had access to some amount of teleportation magic.

At that moment Kali detected more scrying and she performed her own Scry on the ninja and watched as he entered the shadow plane before stepping out into a field, where he changed clothes to look like a farmer.

Despite the nuisance of having our very own professional stalker we needed to travel today. The leaders of the ninja clans held a semi-public meeting each month on the night of the new moon in the city of Enganoka. Our plan was to walk out of Sakakabe and some distance away use one of Kali’s spells to skirt along the fringes of the shadow plane, which would provide fast transport for us all.

Huffy quickly added, “But first, breakfast!”

Oathday, Sarenith 6, 4713 mid day
Enganoka

The only drawback to Kali’s shadow plane transport spell is that the accuracy of where you enter the material plane is not that great. But a walk of a few hundred yards is a small price to pay for the convenience of covering so much ground so quickly.

We popped out in a field about a quarter mile from the gates of Enganoka. This city was larger than Sakakabe and it sprawled across a wide area uneven land overlooking the Xidao Gulf. Unlike Sakakabe, where the social status of each neighborhood was directly related to its height upon the city hill, in Enganoka there was a jumble of city districts next to one another. In some ways it reminded me of Magnimar.

We found rooms at a nondescript inn in one of the merchant class neighborhoods. The rooms had comfortably solid wooden walls. Apparently the more exclusive and expensive the accommodation in Minkai the less privacy and security it offered.

Oathday, Sarenith 6, 4713 midnight
Enganoka

After getting our bearings in the new city we made our way to the Kuroi Yane market where the Ninja clans were said to hold their monthly audience. We arrived, paid the entry fee (in less honorable lands we would call it “bribing the guards”) and made our way over to the restaurant. There we paid the 100 gold pieces per person fee (we only paid for four, because clearly not all of us would actually need to speak with the ninja clan leaders) and received instructions on how to arrange a meeting with the clan leaders when we returned in two nights.

We then went out into the market place proper to see what sort of items were available.

We had not gone far when a commotion from a stall caught our attention. A merchant was haggling loudly with a stall owner when a troop of guards marched up and surrounded him. The leader asked the merchant if he was from Kokomugi, and when he answered “yes” the guard cried out, “Liar! There is no such town. You are a spy!”

I heard Dasi say quietly, “But Kokomugi is a town in Minkai,” and knew that something was wrong and the guards were simply out to murder the merchant.

Before I could take action Kali put into place a whirling wall of wind around the merchant, buying us precious seconds.

And then things took an unexpected and seriously disappointing turn.

Rather than helping or encouraging us to defend an innocent citizen — one of her potential subjects — all Ameiko could say was “This is wrong, this is wrong. We cannot get involved.”

“Bullshit!” roared almost all of my mouse friends, and I concurred. I flew over and above the circle of guards and shared my knowledge of the future Groetus held for all.

As usual, most people were unprepared to face the brutal honest truth, and they became confused, mostly standing around idle, attacking one another, or injuring themselves.

One of the guards shoved the merchant out from the circle of winds and another screamed out “Spy!” and beheaded him with a single stroke of her sword.

At that moment Kali blasted the guards with a powerful bolt of forked lightening.

And still Ameiko could only say, “We should not be doing this,” as many of my other companions circled around her and led her away from a horrific injustice in her own land.

I looked down upon the corpse of a guard (whom had just been cut down by one of his own) and realized they were not human! I called out, “These aren’t guards, they’re oni!”

Zos joined in the battle, shooting the oni in range. I created a spiritual ally and soon all the guards lay dead. But Ameiko had fled along with everyone but Kali and Zos.

I swooped over to a stall owner who recoiled in horror, and I told him, “Don’t worry, these are not real guards: they are oni. Once the real guard shows up they will see that we stopped enemy forces who had infiltrated the city.”

But he shook his head and said, “That’s just the way things are now. Many of the guards are oni.”

Star took that moment to express what we were all feeling, “Well shit!”

I grabbed the dead merchant’s body and head and Kali used Teleport to quickly take the three of us back top our room, leaving Zos to snoop around and discretely see what he could find.

I was furious.

“They did nothing! They were completely happy to just stand there and look the other way while an obviously innocent citizen was hacked down. And Ameiko condoned and then justified the action! But more disturbing is that only you and I, and then and after the guards were shown to be oni, Zos took any action against this injustice and cruelty. And Ameiko ran away like a coward, interested in protecting her own skin, and acting offended because some innocent bystander had the audacity to be murdered in front of her! The Amatatsu family is without honor.”

Star then reminded me how both Ameiko’s father and brother had behaved in Sandpoint some years earlier. “Yes Star, her family caused no end of sorrow in Sandpoint for much the same reasons: personal wealth and safety above all others at any cost.”

Huffy tried to make sense of it all by wondering if that’s just how people in leadership roles behaved. “No, Huffy, that’s not how a real leader would behave. At least not one we’d support, much less follow.”

As usual Pookie got right to the heart of the matter and asked what we should do now. “Pookie, we should still get rid of the Jade Regent and the Five Storms, but yes, putting Ameiko on the throne is no longer our concern, although using her as an ends to the means is a good idea. And I wanted to keep an eye on Shalelu. She is loyal to a fault and will let Ameiko lead her into danger with no regard for her safety.”

Kali was more calm than I and said, “I’m upset about this, too, but I don’t think Ameiko had a choice here. She’s bound by the same code of honor as Itsuru. It’s the same reason why he can’t just kill his brother and take over as governor. The people here won’t accept a leader that tarnishes their honor to become a leader.

She continued, “Once Sennaka is gone, and Itsuru is in charge, that can change. They’ll have authority. They’ll have legitimacy. It is completely fucked up and wrong; I know. But it’s the way it works here. She had to get away before she was caught up in it. And she couldn’t just leave without someone protecting her…”

Kali shook her head sadly. “I just thought…I thought…we’d have more help. Even discreetly. Ameiko needs us. While her hands are tied, we can do the things she can’t. But I guess not everyone sees that.”

I looked at Kali for a long moment before replying, “So in Minkai ‘honor’ is nothing but a hollow shell that provides a convenient excuse for the nobility to let others do the unpleasant work of defending the weak and innocent while they stand idly by and simper about how ‘this is not right’ when someone actually tries to do what is right.”

“Hiding behind tyrannical laws has always been the way of the despot and the coward.”

“But like you, I am both saddened and disappointed that of our other companions, only Zos — the one with no real reason to have intervened — was the only one to come to our aid. The others have put the will of Ameiko above everything else, even when the will of Ameiko tells them to cravenly run away from a cause they would have rushed to support in the past.”

There really was nothing more to say. Ameiko was no more fit to rule Minkai than the drunken lout who picks fights in the bar and runs away when the brawl breaks out. But she was the heir to Minkai, and that in and of itself was an ends to a means: we could use her to gain support for kicking out the Five Storms. What came after was of no concern of mine.

The others returned a short while later, but I had little to say.

One cause of continued concern was the assassin/ninja/stalker who we learned, courtesy another Scry from Kali, had followed us to Enganoka. Personally I could give two shits (“Or even one shit!” Beorn gleefully exclaimed) if he killed Ameiko. But I was tired of him, he was a threat to people I did care about, and I had already resigned myself to the fact that we still needed “Our Little Coward” (Star’s new pet name for Ameiko).

It was time to take direct action against him, and so I used Nightmare against him. It took a while to catch him sleeping, but it was with some satisfaction that I felt the spell reach its target.

Fireday, Sarenith 7, 4713 evening
Enganoka

We kept a low profile throughout the day, although it was not without its excitement.

Overnight posters had been put up around town with a description of an attacker who had killed the guards in the market the day before.

“Hey, wait a minute,” Badger said, “that’s you!”

“Does the drawing make your butt look big?” Timber asked.

The drawing was just a crude sketch of a dark haired woman who could have been anybody. The description provided more details about my clothing, but really, “dark robes and dark pants” wasn’t going to single me out.

It did show, however, that nobody had noticed Kali or Zos participating in the fight, which was a plus, because only I needed to be careful about being seen about town. With that in mind I added Wind Walk to my usual all day casting of Overland Flight, and included Kali just in case.

Dasi and Radella returned to the market to purchase supplies for enchanting items, and at the first stall they were greeted by a friendly shop keeper who offered to tell Dasi’s fortune. Something about her seemed off, but Dasi went along.

She was clearly fishing for information about us, and Dasi soon realized she was the assassin, but when he called the old crone out she simply vanished.

The real stall owner was tied up in back, and was so happy with Dasi and Radella for setting him free that he gave a good price break on what they bought.

Both Kali and I used Scry on the assassin, and found he had a network of spies all around the city, including at the docks where I watched him thank an informant for some bit of information he had provided, and say he’d be back later for more. He then went to a noodle shop for lunch. Even the bad guys needed to eat.

The group spent a lot of time discussing how to keep the OLC safe during her meeting with the ninja clan leaders the next night. I paid little attention until Zos suggested creating a body double, and suddenly I was interested.

“All I need is a body and I can sculpt it into something that looks just like Ameiko and wanders around on my command.”

Most of the others were reluctant, but I thought it was a great idea to have a spare in case something happened to the real Ameiko.

I wisped away in cloud form to the city morgue and fetched back a fresh corpse. Someone screamed when they saw that the body was missing, but I promised myself that this fellow would get a much better burial than what had been awaiting him… once he had served his purpose. The others thought he would be proud if only he knew he was serving his future empress.

Takoda scoffed “Stuff and none sense!” and I agreed.

Zos got to work and presently we had a second Ameiko.

Later I sent another Nightmare to our assassin.

Starday, Sarenith 8, 4713 night
Enganoka

Today was the “big day” but mostly we kept to our rooms at the inn until nightfall.

Kali and I were prepped as usual and used Scry on the assassin. At one point he was sleeping, and so I sent him another Nightmare, after which Kali watched him toss and turn un-restfully.

Ameiko, Radella and Dasi were the ones to speak with the leaders of the ninja clan, and so they were led to the special table for which we had paid the fee. The others would sit nearby at regular tables with Ameiko’s doppelganger cloaked and ready to stand in for the real thing as needed.

Kali and I remained back at the inn waiting in case we were needed with Overland Flight and Wind Walk active.

The meeting went smoothly and we discovered that our assassin was a member of another clan and had been hired by the Jade Regent himself to find and stop us. The other clans could do nothing for us while a rival clan held a contract against us (because of another one of those “dishonorably honor” things that permeate Minkai). However if we ended the assassin’s contract (a euphemism for killing the assassin) then we could hire the ninja clans to either not take any contracts against us (for a mere 15,000 gold pieces) or they themselves could act on our behalf (for a hell of a lot more).

I thought the first option made the most economical sense, but we needed to get rid of the assassin ninja first.

The others returned safely to the inn, which freed Kali and I up for one last form of business for the day. Yesterday I had used Divination to determine that the merchant who had been slain in the market wanted to come back.

“I would rather perform the ceremony in private, with only those who tried to help the deceased present.” I said, and looked meaningfully at Kali and Zos.

We moved to the next room and the body was laid out on the floor of a room, with its head placed and stitched upon the shoulders in the same position as if it had not been severed. I then brought forth a finely knit length of green fabric with an arrow embroidered in silver thread, and laid the cloth over the corpse with the arrow pointing toward the head. Kali handed me the diamond. It was unlike the gem I had used to raise Bevelek, which had been a very large white stone with a visible occlusion: this diamond was small and pale blue, but perfectly clear.

I began to chant and sway as I kneeled over the body, speaking the name Groetus many times as I called upon the power to restore life into the lifeless form before me.

The gem stone darkened to a deep cobalt blue and then vanished in a flash of azure light. A layer of mist formed above the body and wispy tendrils descended, wrapping the corpse in a web of fog that quickly tightened and stretched over its features, revealing a grinning skull at the head. The mist cleared and the merchant lay upon the floor, breathing deeply with his head firmly attached, although a scar stretched around his neck.

His eyes opened suddenly and he sat up with a gasp.

“I have some good news and I have some bad news,” I said, “Which would you like to hear first?”

He stared wild-eyed at me, like his brain was struggling to make sense of too many things at the same time. “Oh, by the gods… I… was… Did I dream it? I have a fading memory of… no… no, it’s gone. What is that you say? If there is news, I better hear it, does it matter which comes first? But right now I think, on second thought… I… oh, I don’t remember feeling half of these aches and pains before… what were you saying again?”

I gave as warm and friendly of a smile as I knew how and began…

“Well, the good news is that you have a really good excuse to go back home and visit your family. Now. Right now.”

“Some other good news is that you are alive.”

“That brings us ’round to the bad news. There was about fourty eight hours there where you weren’t. You know, alive.”

“What was your name, again?”

“… I am Kimoto Kiyomasu. I…” He swallowed hard and looked straight at me. “Was it true, my memory of the Daikan Tetsuku confronting me in the market? Oh… you said I was dead. So…”

His eyes defocused as he looks into the vague distance past me, tears welling. “I left Kokomugi a month ago on a trading journey. My family, friends, home… When the soldiers said it didn’t exist, that can mean only one thing. They were, I’m certain, telling the truth. Kokomugi does not exist… any more. I wonder what my village did to displease the governor?”

Kali replied, “We have heard shocking stories about your governor, including that he has ordered villages burned for not meeting their tax burdens. It is even more shocking that he would extend this punishment to its residents, and go as far as to hunt them down.”

“That being said, we should check on your village to be sure. If it has been razed…” Her voice trailed off for a moment. She sighed sadly and then added, “We can send you somewhere safe, here in the north, but out of reach of your daimyo. And we are sorry about your family. And your friends.”

Kali was thinking Jiro’s fort as being safe, which probably made sense even though it was under imminent threat of attack. If we went tomorrow I could put into place some of the defensive wards I had been planning to use.

Qatana’s Journal for Desnus 29 through Sarenith 4, 4713

Wealday, Desnus 29, 4713 evening
Jikko River

It turned out that Dasi knew how to helm the barge. Seriously, what doesn’t he know? Six of us would need to man the oars, three on a side, for the short trip from the island to the dock on the main land.

The day was quite pleasant, especially now that the shadows and mists surrounding the island had evaporated, and we were making good progress on the flood tide when Zos called out, “Something large is heading toward the barge on the starboard side!”

That “something large” turned out to be a dragon turtle. It rammed the barge hard, causing it to list heavily to port, the side on which I had been sitting. The impact was so violent that it launched me into the air, but fortunately Overland Flight kept me from harm, and I soared up to assess where I could be the most help.

I quickly cast Blessing of Fervor on most of my companions and Ivan used Air Bubble on the crew still at the gunwales while Dasi began to sing a song of courage.

The dragon turtle was taking some abuse, but was dishing out at least as good as it got. It breathed out a massive cone of steam, causing much mayhem and shouts of pain. It made me reconsider serving steamed clams for dinner as I had originally planned.

Just as those of us from the port side of the barge had worked out how best to assist those on the other side, another DT plowed into us from the port.

“Oh, this is just going great!” Timber snorted.

Dasi called out and pointed astern, and from my vantage point in the air I could see a third DT heading our way.

Star growled, “Don’t just stand… er, hover there, do something!” She was right, and so I flew over and blocked the latest arrival, slamming it mightily with my flail. It reacted by breathing more steam up at me.

Before too much time the first DT was dead and floating inertly beside the barge, and the second was soon doing the same. Radella flew over and clobbered the DT beneath me, sending it beneath the waves.

We spent a lot of time healing our wounds (lots of those) and resumed rowing until finally we reached the mainland dock a short time later. We then walked the mile or so from there to the Jikko River, where the old kappa dwelt.

The original plan was to return to Sakakabe with O-Sayumi tomorrow, but like regular dragons, apparently dragon turtles were known to hoard riches, and so we planned to search for their lair in the morning.

The kappa was delighted to see O-Sayumi again, and we were more than welcome to stay with him, or nearby on the river bank.

For the rest of the day Ivan and I put together a large smoker using willow and fern fronds as the frame and covering it with a bit of unused (by us) sailcloth from the barge. Luckily we were at the mouth of the Jikko and we found alder and maple trees growing nearby, and using dead fall from these trees we began to smoke some of the dragon turtle meat.

Yes, Ivan saved flesh from these creatures to cook later. His original desire was to make bacon, but I pointed out that sea food bacon sounded awful, and that we should smoke it instead.

Technically speaking to have real bacon you needed the proper ratio of fat and muscle only found (naturally) in the belly of a pig. From what I could tell bacon was not a thing in Minkai, or Tien. Sure, they had smoked meats, and even smoked pig, but nothing that we would have called bacon back home.

Thus Ivan’s and my obsessions over turning any sort of animal flesh into that wonderful delicacy.

Zos had used his treasure map skill from the dragon turtle hide and confirmed what we had suspected: there was a nearby hoard to find on the small island we had flown over on the way to the big one.

Oathday, Desnus 30, 4713 evening
Jikko River

We waited just for the sun to rise high enough to fully shine down upon the waters of the lagoon, and with Life Bubble, courtesy of Ivan, we simply walked into the water and along the bay floor toward the right direction.

We were basically “loaded for bear” (or dragon turtle, or anything in between) with powerful offensive and defensive spells prepared, but we encountered nothing other than the occasional curious fish and oyster bed.

Once at the island it did not take long to find the underwater entrance to a cave, and two piles of treasure awaited us within (one larger than the other, indicating two of the DTs we had killed had been a mated pair).

Takoda said, “I just don’t get the whole hoard thing.”

He had a point. What good was all this wealth doing the DTs? They weren’t buying anything useful or desirable with it. They weren’t taking trips to exotic locations with it (“I hear Korvoso is lovely this time of year”). About the only purpose it could serve would be to lure potential meals out to the DTs when legend of their hoard reached the general population. But how was that supposed to work with the treasure hidden underwater and all the local population chased away by a wicked sorcerer, his undead or oni servants and hostile dragon turtles?

Anyway we hauled the lot of it back to the shore and estimated the total value of our find at over eighteen thousand gold coins.

“And let that be a lesson to them,” Badger said to no one in particular.

Later on that day Ivan and I stumbled across an ancient apple orchard from an abandoned farmstead. The early apples, small and both sweet and tart, would make a welcome addition to our meals, and we smoked some more of the DT meat using apple wood.

Now that the lagoon area was safe again I hoped that people return here to live. Perhaps a series of none too quiet conversations in the tea houses of Sakakabe could encourage it.

Fireday, Desnus 31, 4713 evening
Sakakabe

We arrived back at O-Kahaku’s tea house around mid morning via Wind Walk. Ivan had used Sending the previous evening to let her know the time and manner of arrival, and so there was no alarm when we materialized in the middle of the court yard.

There were emotional reunions, especially with the younger geisha to whom O-Sayumi was effectively a big sister, but after an hour or two everyone’s public displays of affection settled down and we were able to discuss other matters.

But first O-Kahaku gave us a very ancient and magic tea set in thanks for returning O-Sayumi safely to her. The tea set was really quite lovely and granted various benefits if used for a formal tea service.

But I think it is of little use for us, other than as a source of income. We can’t use the set to influence others without risking them being offended if they discovered the tea set was magical.

In fact we had this very discussion later on in the day, when we decided we would have O-Sayumi perform tea services for our upcoming meetings (more on those later) using a regular tea set.

This leaves us with a very expensive set of paper weights. A better use for the tea set would be to sell it and use the proceeds for financing our primary goal or putting Ameiko on the throne of Minkai.

“Yeah,” interrupted Pookie, “and that staff of Wind Walk isn’t going to pay for itself!”

Yes, well that was true too.

O-Sayumi then gave us her musical instrument, which was also highly enchanted. Ah, but here was a gift we could make direct use of, or at least Dasi can.

Anyway, not too long after all of the pleasantries of O-Sayumi’s return were done, O-Kahaku got down to the business at hand concerning Ameiko.

She knew most of the big movers and shakers in the social and financial circles of Sakakabe, and she would arrange for meetings between them and Ameiko so she could make the case for becoming empress. Apparently business had been bad since the Jade Regent took control of Minkai, and things were only getting worse, and so this was an opportunity to gain powerful (and wealthy) allies.

O-Kahaku was friends with Itsuru Sennaka, the younger brother of the regional governor, Sikutsu. According to her Itsuru was nothing like his despotic sibling, and would be a much better leader. But the local culture prohibited Itsuru from taking any direct actions against his brother… however if outside events (“Meaning us!” exclaimed Beorn) removed Sikutsu from power (“Meaning killed!” exclaimed Beorn) then Itsuru would be more than happy to step in.

Progress! I felt fairly good about our chances, and quite content that we did not need to do something else to prove our worth or the authenticity of Ameiko’s claim.

And then something very odd happened.

We were all lingering over dinner at O-Kahaku’s place — which we had rented for both lodging and for the upcoming meetings — when Kali and Dasi wandered over to where I was sitting and humming softly to myself.

“Qatana, it is really important the Ameiko present her case for both our planned actions in the north as well as for her taking the throne of Minkai.” Kali started. “It is very important that she speak well and show herself to be a strong and insightful leader.”

She and Dasi looked at me meaningfully for a few more moments before wandering off.

“Uh, what the hell was that?” Star asked.

I honestly had no idea, but there must have been something very important they wanted me to do to assist Ameiko in the upcoming meetings.

“Yeah,” Pookie said, “but it’s clear they want any advice we have to offer to be given very discreetly.”

All of a sudden Huffy opened his eyes wide and said, “Oh my gosh! You know what they want? They want you to lend us to Ameiko for her meetings so we can offer advice directly to her.”

It was a good thing I was sitting down, because this revelation was staggering. And yet it made perfect sense. My companions knew how valuable the advice from my mice friends were, and they wanted to ensure Ameiko’s success by making sure she had the very best advice possible.

Only they were too afraid or shy to ask directly, and thus the subtle hints.

I looked around the room and found Ameiko and Shalelu sitting at the head of the table looking over at me. Ivan was just walking away.

Huffy gasped and exclaimed, “See, even Ivan knows about it and he must have just told Ameiko what you are going to offer.”

It seemed obvious, and so quite reluctantly I stood and walked over to Ameiko. I slowly pulled off the necklace upon which my friends’ skulls hung and held it out to her.

“Ameiko, the others have been talking about your upcoming meetings with the merchants and local lords, and they seemed quite concerned about your ability to handle these discussions successfully. I don’t understand what they are worried about, but Kali came to me and specifically asked for me to provide you with discreet counseling if needed. I later realized that what she was really asking was for me to lend you my little friends during these negotiations.”

There was a moment of silence before Ameiko replied.

“Oh! Oh, Qatana, that’s… really such an honor. That would be such a tremendous boon to have on my side. I think, however, it’s best that your… friends… stay with you. I think they are more comfortable where they are for now. I’m sure the others will understand.”

“Pfft, I thought so,” smirked Pookie, “if she wasn’t able to handle these negotiations she would hardly be fit to be empress, now would she?”

I had thought the same thing, and with great relief I placed my friends back around my neck and said, “I could arrange for some other form of unobtrusive communication between you and I, if you wanted to have my advice available during your meetings. But again, I personally have every confidence that you could manage without anyone else butting in unasked.”

Ameiko answered, “Thank you for your confidence. I hope I can show that confidence to the merchants and nobles. Maybe we could agree on some kind of signal I can give you to let you know if I need advice on something? Probably just an extra precaution, though, because I think I’ll be fine, and have the ability to pause talks on some pretense or other if I need to regroup or consult with you and the others.”

I quickly replied, “Perhaps you could just ask, ‘What does Pookie think?’ and then we’d all know you would like a private consultation with us.”

Ameiko nodded, and Pookie crowed, “I am the official advisor to the future Empress of Minkai!”

Yes, well if it actually came to that, then I suppose that would be so.

I returned to my chair in the corner and flashed a grin with a big thumbs up toward Dasi and Kali to let them know I had understood their message, and that everything was taken care of.

Toilday, Sarenith 4, 4713 evening
Sakakabe

There has been meeting after meeting over the past few days, and through it all Ameiko handled herself as a true heir to the throne.

We decided that it would be a good idea for Jiro to be present for these meetings, especially given that he was a ronan of the north, where we planned to take action, and because he could speak to Ameiko’s claim to the throne. Thanks to a couple of teleports he was once again with us in person.

He brought some troubling news. His patrols captured messages between the local brigands and the governor indicating that the Sikutsu was planning a major move against Jiro’s family fortress in order to cast him out and restore the status quo (ie. raping and pillaging).

It seems we needed to give some thought to the fortifications of Jiro’s ancestral home. I had some ideas concerning glyphs of warding and a symbol of sleep, but we have not yet agreed upon a final plan.

While the merchants and nobles vowed financial support, it was Itsuru Sennaka who provided us with a clear course of action.

Through his usual cruelty and uncivil behavior his brother had managed to alienate (and exile) a number of ronan, who now called themselves simply “The Nine Ronan,” with whom Itsuru was in contact. The Nine were dedicated to the removal of Sikutsu from office. Itsuru said that he would notify them on our behalf and see if we could coordinate our efforts.

A day later Itsuru returned to us with news.

These ronan had learned the governor’s habits well, and knew he would soon journey to a luxurious resort — one whom he had recently took over as his own pleasure palace, throwing everyone else out. While at the resort Sikutsu had the bulk of his guards stay at a set of out buildings some distance up the road from the resort itself. Can’t have his imperial pasty white ass seen by those forced to protect it. Besides, they might actually enjoy themselves somewhat in the clean mountain air. Can’t have that, for sure.

Tactically this made sense, because the resort itself was in a steep mountain valley, and the only way to approach it in force was up the road, and his guards would be between any approaching force and the governor.

But the Nine had infiltrated the staff at the resort, and were planning to assassinate Sikutsu. This was a high risk plan with no small risk of failure. But if we were to attack Sikutsu’s small entourage as it made its way along the narrow path between the garrison and the resort, they could see to it that no aid would come from the resort.

Sikutsu had already set out for the resort, and was expected to arrive within the next ten days or so. The Nine recommended that we arrive early and scout out the location for the ambush and then wait.

And so we’re working out the details for that trip plus what to do about Jiro’s fort. But once again Wind Walk will give us a quick mode of nearly invisible and relatively safe travel.

“And just when are you going to make that staff of Wind Walk?” Timber asked politely.

Just as soon as I have the skill and money, obviously.

Qatana’s Journal for Desnus 29, 4713

Wealday, Desnus 29, 4713 mid day
Yugureda Shosaito’s Island

We found the “master” a short while ago, and I found the encounter to be more than a little disappointing.

I was expecting to find a wizened sage of incredible talent who had spent his long years in a pursuit of arcane (if not forbidden) knowledge. Someone who had forced back the nature of death itself to bring some resemblance of life to the creatures with which he surrounded himself.

“Nope!” Pookie chirped.

Instead we found a sad and pathetic post middle aged man with the a case of the hots for his own (possibly illegitimate) daughter so bad that he tried to force the soul of his wife into her body.

That’s not just sad and pathetic, but seriously perverted, and I was happy to play a part in his death.

And his wife was no angel either. She was apparently just fine with (and indeed assisted) him in creating their undead servants. Her soul is now forever lost and good riddance to it!

I realize that good help can be hard to come by, but it is not that to find.

Of course as soon as those words hit the parchment I looked over at Zos and wondered if maybe they didn’t have a point. But still… I mean these were real undead, right?

We had gathered in the saki cellar before the portal that we assumed led to the Shadow Plane (even Beorn finds the place disturbing) when Ivan said, “Hey, wait up. Maybe O-sayum actually left clues for her potential rescuers in those things she had crafted, but didn’t take with her.”

We all paused for a moment and exchanged looks that said, “Why the hell didn’t we think of this earlier?”

Takoda helpfully pointed out, “Well he is an oracle.”

He then explained which different materials and colors we should look out for while searching for O-sayum.

This made Kali very happy. Prior to this we would have been just be randomly wandering about looking for a geisha. But now we had a Plan. Kali likes plans.

With that we were ready to enter the gateway. Olmas went first, and he faded to a what amounted to a charcoal sketch of himself. Each of us followed in turn, the colors ebbing out from my companions as they passed through, but not so much for myself.

We followed down corridors, noting the various passageways and “moon gates” we passed along the way and which materials and colors were used for each.

Sometimes a passageway would dead end, and sometimes at those ends was a mirror which sent either lightening bolts or ice storms at us. Ivan and I seemed particularly adept at dodging the worst of the effects, and so we often did the honors of looking around the next corner.

But because we were following the Plan, we did not need to go down all of the passageways, and indeed we skipped at least half of them.

Presently the corridor ended at a room in the middle of which, on a nice rug, were two woman kneeling and facing one another.

“That rug really ties the room together,” quipped Takoda. “Not helping, buddy,” I replied.

Olmas entered the room, and as he did so the color flowed back into him. He looked closely at the women and said, “They may not be dead.”

Suddenly there was a loud shout, growl, screech type of a noise from elsewhere in the room, and Olmas braced himself, holding Suishen before him.

I ran into the room and saw and odd monkey-tiger creatures slavering in the corner. We did the usual thing we do with such friendly critters, and soon it lay dead.

We then had more time to examine the women, who were under the influence of a Gentle Repose spell. One of them looked like the drawing we had seen of O-sayum, and we assumed we had found our goal. But the problem was that while she may not have been dead, she wasn’t truly living either.

A door led to the east, which opened into an a nicely decorated office. We searched around and found a number of interesting items, including the master’s journal. Kali and I poured over the later entries.

That’s when we realized what a sick jerk he was, but Pookie also realized something and exclaimed, “O-sayum is his daughter!”

Well that explained some things, but not the fact that her father had the morals of a kobold.

Meanwhile Radella had been busy searching the book cases and discovered a secret door. We gathered up everything that looked useful.

669 samison (O-sayum’s and highly magical)
670 ivory plectrum (to go with the above)
671 potion of Bull Strength
672 potion of Cure Moderate Wounds
673 Potion of Protection from Cold
674 Potion of Water Breathing
675 Scroll of Bestow Curse
676 Scroll of Ice Storm
677 Scroll of Lightening Bolt
678 Business records and maps of Minkai

We opened the door and followed a corridor east. To the north was an alchemical lab (“We’ll come back for the rest later”).

679 shards of mother of pearl

Further east was another door, beyond which was a large chamber with an alcove to the north and a table set against the far wall. A man stood next to the table sipping tea.

He knew why we were there, but like most egotistical megalomaniac’s he had to posture and boast, totally convinced of his own invincibility. He picked up a vase filled with pearls and said that the souls of the two woman were each trapped in one of the pearls (we already knew he was lying about that). He implied that only he could return their souls, and we would do well to deal with him in a friendly fashion. He then dumped the pearls onto the floor.

Timber said, “Man, we know you’re not going to help us or return the girl, so quit pretending!”

Olmas strode forward into across the room to show just how friendly he could be, but slipped on the pearls and fell.

At about that time four large shadowy figures formed in the alcove. Kali called out that she’d deal with them, and so the rest of us closed in on the old man or launched ranged attacks at him.

“Consider this friendly fire,” Star raged as I cast a greater Dispel Magic on him.

We were winning the battle against the old man, but losing the war. Kali had put up a wall of force, sealing the shadows in the alcove, but soon they phased down into the marble floor and rose back up around us.

Naturally the old man gloated. They always gloat.

They were eerily attracted to Olmas, and kept clawing at him as his strength ebbed away. Kali telekinetically moved Olmas over to me so I could heal the damage.

The old man fell first, and some time there after we managed to destroy the shadows. We looted the corpse.

680 collection of pearls
681 A lacquered dark wood box inset with emeralds forming a dragon turtle — it has three compartments
682 compartment 1: magic (conjuration) blue green aquamarine
683 compartment 2: large black pearl
684 compartment 3: magic (necromancy) large white pearl
685 potion of Water Breathing
686 scroll of Resist Energy
687 master work dagger
688 +4 cloak of resistance
689 dusty rose ioun stone (+1 insight bonus to AC)
690 +2 ring of protection
691 ring of swimming
692 spell component pouch
693 spell book
694 250 gp diamond dust
695 professional master work alchemy lab

We moved back into the room with the women and after a brief conversation we determined that O-sayum’s soul was in the large white pearl, and that casting Dispel Magic upon it should restore her soul.

I performed the casting and moments later O-sayum began to stir. We told her why we came, and she was thrilled that we used the clues she had left behind to find her. I simply pointed at Ivan and said, “Thank him.”

It was time to leave. The maze through the shadow plane was gone, and so we had no trouble returning to the house and making our way down to the dock. We would take the master’s barge back to Sakakabe.

But the old codger had another surprise for us. A band of hobgoblins filed out from the barge and charged.

“Well, at least they aren’t undead,” squeaked Takoda. “Yeah, but they’re not hobgobs either, ” Pookie said as one of the attackers flew up and over the wall of whirling blades with which I had encircled the troop.

More oni. But lesser, runty oni. We had delt with these before, and quickly killed the lot of them.

We’re taking a moment to familiarize ourself with the barge and how to sail it, and then our first stop will be a visit to O-sayum’s turtle-man uncle.

Qatana’s Journal for Desnus 29, 4713

Wealday, Desnus 29, 4713 morning
Yugureda Shosaito’s Island

“I told all of you, ‘Oh, look, there’s an island shrouded in unnatural shadows and so you know there’s going to be undead.’ But did anyone listen?”

Pookie was a bit miffed and was letting us all know it. It wasn’t that we hadn’t listened to her: we had come prepared with some spells that focused on undead (and besides, I can chanel energy to harm them). It’s just that there were so many other things that could explain the island’s odd appearance — things which might still hold true — and we wanted to cover all of the likely bases.

“Well I still think Shosaito could be a shadow-mancer or a dimensional sorcerer,” Huffy pouted.

“You’re not just making those things up, are you Huffy?” Timber asked.

Star interrupted, “I’m still pissed about that whole board game thing. It looked like a trap. It smelled like a trap. It felt like a trap. And still we walked right into it. And guess what? It was a trap!”

My friends were in a bit of an uproar. While the morning had not gone poorly, it had certainly revealed its share of surprises… or not, depending on which mouse you listened to. To put it simply, we had done better. The fact that we had also done a lot worse was not likely to end the debate and so I kept that to myself, occasionally saying, “Uh hum, uh hum” so they’d all know I was paying attention.

I was beginning to feel the headache coming on that usually arrived whenever they bickered incessantly like this.

The day had started innocuous enough.

We had slept overnight at the kappa’s river house and got up before dawn. Just as the sun rose I protected everyone with Life Bubble (because the island where we were heading was thick with misty shadows — it made sense, right?) and then used the wand to cast Fly on each of us.

The island was close enough that as long as we took no detours we’d be able to reach it before the low level spell wore off. This allowed me to prepare two high level spells I’d normally need for Wind Walk for some other purpose.

We flew across the lagoon and as we neared the island we saw pearl divers bobbing in the early morning sunlit waves. They saw us as well and dived out of sight. By the time we had landed on the shore the bright sunlight had been replaced by a shadowy haze.

A primitive village of clay huts huddled by the shingle above the water, and a path led up a hill to a walled manor, which was vague and indistinct in the distance.

Detect Magic showed a faint aura of magic all around us, but it was impossible to pinpoint either the source or the effect.

As my companions began to look about the huts the divers walked out of the water and approached us. Their shambling gate and cadaverous pallor suggested that they were some sort of ghoul.

Just moments before Zos and Kali had joked how undead would make perfect pearl divers. Zos’ brand of animated flesh holds none of the stigma of actual zombies, and I still wonder if using the Animate Dead spell actually creates true undead because, as with Zos’ constructs, no negative energy is involved, and no souls are pulled back from the afterlife to inhabit the corpses. It’s a pity that the priests at the Temple of Pharasma in Magnimar were never willing to have a frank discussion on the topic.

Beorn’s ears pricked up at this and he suggested, “Well it’s not too late to experiment.”

“Well now is not the time, ” I quickly replied.

The problem with most undead is that they have a habit attacking anything that was truly living. Speaking of which, we quickly destroyed the sea-ghouls (technically speaking they were lacedons, but I prefer Badger’s name for them).

It turned out that there was a hidden door in the floor of one of the huts that opened onto a shaft that led down to a tunnel that headed straight toward the house on the hill.

Following this we soon we came to a room that served as a wine cellar and junction with another plane. I said it made good use of what would otherwise be dead space, but nobody got my joke.

To the right was a glowing portal we suspected led to another plan. Someone suggested the Shadow Plane, and given what we’ve learned about the sorcerer Shosaito, this seemed likely.

To the left was another passageway, but its walls were clad in wood panelling and various household goods and supplies were stored here.

We had reached the house proper.

We decided to leave the portal for later and explore the house, but before we had gone very far we ran across a servant woman who was carrying a broom and other cleaning supplies, which she dropped in surprise.

She looked human and mortal, and to prevent her from running off and alerting the house I explained that her master had hired us to test the security of his houshouse, and could she please sit here quietly? She seemed confused, but compliant enough to have her hands tied with no protest.

Unfortunately another servant came down the hall, and after Olmas unsuccessfully tried to sell her the same “testing the master’s security” story, she called out and tried to run away.

Kali then called out, “Kill them. They’re undead.”

“Oh bother, ” McLovin said at the same moment Pookie scoffed, “Well, duh!”

They were a good bit tougher than you’d expect from house staff, and after they were dead Kali explained that they were a creature unique to Tien. They appeared as young women during the day, but at night their upper bodies tore away from their lower halves and they flew around consuming mortals.

They were called manananggals, which sounded a lot like the single word lyric to a song I had learned as a child. I started humming it, and quite a few of my companions picked up the tune. All of my little mouse friends collectively rolled their eyes.

We searched the house and grounds, slaying quite a few of these creatures, which I assume was significantly easier now than it would have been at night. Both Shalelu and Ameiko made good showings of themselves during the fights, which made me feel better about having them along.

The manor had seen better days, but at its height it must have been magnificent, with intricately carved rafters scrolling up beneath the tiled roof, richly painted panels, artfully arranged bamboo, and delicate wood frames supporting paper thin walls.

No, really, the walls were actually made from paper! The complete lack of privacy in such an arrangement seemed uncomfortable to me, but we had already seen that this was a common practice in Minkai.

Who knows, maybe it’s a culture of exhibitionists and voyeurs.

For having so many house keepers the manor was run down. Many of the rooms look unused and untidy. Even the master bedroom had a layer of dust upon all the furnishing within. I guess the master was living full time on the other side of the portal.

There was a very interesting shogi board in a large room in the center of the house. And by interesting I mean a) it had moderate auras of conjuration and illusion, and b) the pieces showed that a game was already in progress.

We had seen it earlier on our first pass through the house, and I had mentioned the magic auras and suggested it might be trapped. My companions agreed. “Yes, it looks like a trap.” “Oh, definitely trapped.” “Don’t touch it and set off the trap.”

All good advice, and so we let it be and went out into the courtyard to kill more manananggals.

But then when we came back in Kali and Zos decided they would try to play at the shogi table afterall. Just as I was trying to figure out how this came to pass, a loud voice proclaimed, “Clearly the game has started, but is the king winning or the jade general?”

And with that all of us in the room, which is to say all of us, were transported to a large game board, with shadowy walls isolating each of us in our own square.

We could hear one another through the walls, and from the shouts from the others it was obvious we had company. Shadows that drained strength with their touch were skulking about, and apparently not hindered by the walls.

I created a Spiritual Ally to provide some cover from these incorporeal attacks (with a “Good thinking!” from Star thrown in for moral support), which gave me time to think.

I had earlier detected a fairly strong illusion aura on the board, and that convinced me that at least part of the trap was fake. And sure enough, as soon as I realized that the walls became transparent.

I called out, “It’s an illusion! Disbelieve in the walls.”

A subtle dance then began where we moved toward the edge of the board while avoiding the shadows as best we could. Soon we all had exited the board and found ourselves back in the room with the shogi board trap.

“Burn it!” Star squeaked.

I was inclined to act upon her suggestion, but then we still have work to do here, and the walls are made of wood and paper. Perhaps when we are ready to leave.

Judicious use of our wands of Lesser Restoration cured the strength loss from various members of the party, after which we began to discuss our next actions.

But it seems our choice is limited to passing through the portal down below, defeating Shosaito, and rescuing O-sayum.

Qatana’s Journal for Desnus 25 – 28, 4713

Starday, Desnus 25, 4713 night
The Osogen Grasslands, Jiro’s Fort

I awoke to the enchanting aroma of bacon. It’s really hard to imagine a better way to start the day, and it put me and my friends in a positive frame of mind.

“Just how difficult can it be to restore the rightful heir to the kingdom?” Huffy asked.

Apparently pretty damned hard… and complicated, but we wouldn’t find out about that until later, when Jiro came home.

Ivan used a Sending to contact Ameiko and Jiro to tell them to come to the fort. That’s when we discovered Ameiko was with Jiro hunting bandits. Star nodded her approval, although I could see some disapproving frowns from Olmas and Kali. I heard Ivan mutter something like “she’s not porcelain doll” before stomping off.

I caught up with him later and heard him having a conversation with his wife, and was about to leave when he said, “So for us to stay married I have to become an immortal too?”

And people think some of the conversations with my mice friends are odd.

A horse arrived, riderless, at the fort gates and we let it in. It was still fully tacked up, and we suspected he was a surviver of one of the ronan’s or Hatsue’s attacks. Radella then questioned it about what happened.

Yeah, that’s right: she talked to the horse, but not like the circus acts where the handler asks “How much is two and three” and the horse paws at the ground five times, and then gets a sugar cube. No, she made all sorts of neighing sounds and the horse replied in kind. And then it got a sugar cube.

And people think some of the conversations with my mice friends are odd.

Later Kali and I teleported back to Hatsue’s village to bring Koya and the Great Seal in its warding box back to the fort via Wind Walk. The Seal can’t be moved by extra planar travel, and there was some concern that it would not assume gaseous form, but everything worked out fine.

Soon after we returned Hatsue and her band of merry men arrived arrived at the fort, and a couple of hours later we were joined by Jiro’s party, including Ameiko and Shalelu.

After they all had a chance to clean up, and pee and stuff we led them to the shrine. There we had Ameiko touch the statue, touch the statue while holding the warding box, touch the statue with the warding box, and so on. But none of that worked, and so we did what we wanted to avoid the most: we had Ameiko take the Seal itself out from the box and then touch the statue.

A circle of stone descended into the floor, revealing a shaft with alcoves holding Jiro’s family heirlooms, including another one of the great royal swords.

And then someone was scrying on Ameiko again, and so Kali put up an anti magic field to stop it.

Now Jiro was impressed. He was convinced of Ameiko’s authenticity as a member of the royal family, and of our dedication to return her to the throne.

He laid out a set of goals he thought critical to our mission, each one as intricate and complex as anything we’d done thus far.

First he thought we should get the ninja clans to support us. Well naturally we’d want the ninja clans, but what, is there a ninja clan guild or secret meeting where we could make our case? As it turned out, yes there was. The ninja leaders met in the city of Enganoka every month at the full moon.

Second, we needed to gain the confidence of the geisha houses. Hmm, yes, well, why wouldn’t we? Because tea was good, and whomever had the recipe for the best tea cakes would become empress? I didn’t quite get the details behind this, but Jiro was certain that it was imperative that we had the support of the country’s geishas. Personally I suspect he just wants to hang out with pretty women. Anyway, the center for all things Geisha was in Sakakabe, and the head geisha was called Okuhaku, who ran the most prestigious tea house in the land.

And third, we needed the backing of the military, which was unfortunately controlled by the regional governor, Sikutsu Sennaka, whom rumor has it that he had Okuhaku’s uncle killed. We needed to take him out.

Well this one Star and I liked best, but even we had to admit taking out the head of the regional government would be difficult, and maybe we should complete the other two first. Who knows, maybe the tea cakes really were that good.

We decided to talk to the geisha’s first, and then the ninja clans next (the next full moon was two weeks away). We would use Wind Walk to travel to Sakakabe.

Zos still needed to fetch his alchemy wagon and we needed a safe place to keep our horses while we were array, and the fort seemed like the best place to bring the lot of them. Zos and Kali teleported back to the village and will return next evening.

Sunday, Desnus 26, 4713 night
The Osogen Grasslands, Jiro’s Fort

The day began with a special ceremony with the three captured guards. Jiro was in attendance, as were some of my companions.

I faced them and began,

Jiro has given each of you a choice: leave this cage and serve him faithfully or be executed.

Know that if you chose the former I will cast a powerful spell upon you that, should you stray from the path and fail to serve Jiro by action or inaction then this doom shall befall you.

Each day you betray Jiro by word or deed your limbs will wither, your health will fade, your confidence and ability to think coherently will lessen.

Continue down this path of betrayal and in four days time you will be reduced to a quivering husk, unable to think or move.

These afflictions are permanent and no amount of penitence will restore you.

Do not think to trick the spell by twisting your oath to serve Jiro into meaning anything other following the path he sets before you: to treat others with goodness and generosity. The spell watches over you at all times, and should you think, “By stealing this item or by attacking this person I will be better able to fulfill my oath,” it will turn against you.

However, if you make the second choice, Jiro assures me that your death will be swift and merciful.

Think carefully!

Which shall you chose? A life in faithful service to another, or swift death?

Unsurprisingly all three chose to serve Jiro.

I had them come out from their cage one at a time as I cast Geas on each.

It took about ten minutes to perform one invocation, and for the first two it went as expected, with grey ghostly tendrils extended out from my hands and crawling around them like hundreds of scurrying little mice before dissolving into their clothes.

But for the third casting the lines of mice were cackling daemon faced mice with curved sharp horns and long fangs.

Beorn snickered and I rolled my eyes, but the guard looked shaken, and in a quavering voice asked, “Am I alright? I’m not weaker already? I was just thinking it would be nice to have a warm blanket tonight, and where I could find one, but I wouldn’t be stealing it.” I assured him that he was fine and that he should go and get his blanket.

We knew we did not want to travel with the Seal, and yet leaving it behind was risky as well. In the end Ivan and I found a spot in the cliff wall where using Stone Shape and Wall of Stone were able to secure it nearly twenty feet inside the rock.

Radella and I then crafted a secret door into the shrine and protected it with a Glyph of Warding.

I told Jiro about a lovely waterfall that was up the ravine from the fortress. “It’s called Schweitzer Falls, named after the noted explorer Albert Falls.”

He just stared at me.

“I told you he wouldn’t get it,” scolded Badger. “Oh, just shut up!” Takoda replied.

Zos and Kali arrived with the horses and his wagon. They’re laughing an awful lot together about something. I can only imagine.

Moonday, Desnus 27, 4713 night
Sakakabe

We spent most of the day Wind Walking from Jiro’s place to Sakakabe. We landed just outside the city, and Dasi, Ameiko, Shalelu and Koya went into the city to reconnoiter, make an appointment to meet with Okuhaku for tomorrow, and find a place for us to stay tonight.

Ivan and I followed along in gaseous form, hovering discretely above and out of sight. Everything went well, but they spent an inordinate amount of time shopping. Not just for the “special gift” we would be expected to give to Okuhaku when we met the next day, but shopping for all sorts of frilly crap.

When we returned to the clearing I discovered that all of the frilly crap was actually clothing. Honestly it was gaudy and impractical and I was having none of it. My black trousers, white(ish) top and grey cloak were good enough for any occasion. And besides, I was posing as a guard.

The plan was to enter the city with us posing as merchants and employees of the merchants.

We entered the city and made our way up to the top, inner most circle, where we met a little resistance from the guards at the gate. Kali caught on really quickly and bribed them. We passed through and onto our inn.

Toilday, Desnus 28, 4713 evening
Sakakabe

What a day! We spent most of the morning selling our stash of loot and shopping. But this time we were looking for useful items. We have been upgrading Ameiko’s and Shalelu’s equipment ever since we came down from the Crown of the World, and we continued to do so today. It is apparent that neither Ameiko nor Shalelu are content to stand by and let us “take back the crown” for her.

This also brought up the delicate question of what to do for Koya. She may have a fiery spirit, but she has the constitution of a ginger bread man.

Fortunately while wandering the streets of Sakakabe we came across a temple to Desna, and Koya expressed a desire to “visit for a while.” I suspect she knew we were worried about her safety and chose the temple as a place to stay while we were out doing dangerous things.

We spent lunch at a tea house — not the tea house, but a nice one none the less. And then there was more scrying upon Ameiko. We simply got quiet. Unlike Status, the Scrying spell does not give the location of the subject. You only see the immediate surroundings of who you are scrying on, and Ameiko was in a tea house. There’s probably only ten thousand or so tea houses in all of Minkai.

We purchased more supplies and then it was time for our appointment with Okuhaku.

The tea house where we ate lunch was nice, but this place was over the top grand. We were greeted and seated, and our gift accepted. O-hakami then joined us and asked why we wanted to speak with her.

I sat there, nibbling a tea cake, as Dasi began to explain how we were allied with governor Sikutsu Sennaka and were…

Wait? Really? Didn’t he kill Okuhaku’s uncle? Weren’t we supposed to overthrow him? Maybe someone had possessed Dasi! Maybe it was something in the tea cakes! I dropped mine onto the plate with a loud clink, and leaned over to Dasi, “Are we here on behalf of the governor? It sure sounds like it from what you’re saying, and Okuhaku looks a little tense.”

Dasi’s eyes lit up in realization of how what he had been saying could be misconstrued. Cool. I left him to it and picked up my tea cake.

I snapped out of a daze some quarter of an hour later to Beorn’s insistent hissing, “Is he ever going to get to the point?”

I looked around and noticed that Dasi was still in the act of exchanging pleasantries with Okuhaku. “For crying out loud,” moaned Beorn, we’re going to be here all night.”

“Excuse me, ” I said out loud, “Sorry for interrupting, but we plan to overthrow Sikutsu Sennaka, and Jiro suggested we enlist your help.”

There was a moment of silence, but then Okuhaku warmed right up to us and became very helpful.

She was sure her very best geisha, O-sayum, would be of immeasurable help to us. (Exactly how, she never said. Seriously this must be a Tien thing with geishas and tea houses providing critical aid in overthrowing governments.)

The problem is that O-sayum was missing. She had left to meet with a tea house client, known as “the pearl merchant,” whom she didn’t like, and whom had obsessed over her for years, and whom she always stayed away from because he gave off a desperate, creepy old man vibe. But all of a sudden, maybe a week or two back, she announced she was meeting him on his private island for a day. She left and they have not heard from her since. The “pearl merchant” insisted she had never arrived.

We searched her room and met her friend, and found an interesting ivory box, which we discovered she had a local artist craft for her. The artisan had left his mark on the base, and so after Ivan tried to scry on the missing O-sayum (the spell worked, but he saw only darkness) we went to visit him.

At the artist’s studio we found out that O-sayum was friends with an old turtle-man, whom she called her uncle.

“How do you get a turtle-man?” Huffy asked. Pookie replied, “When a man loves a turtle very much…” “Quiet, Pook!” I snapped.

Dasi said the turtle thing must be kappa, a mystical beast of Minkai that lived in the rivers.

The artist agreed, and said O-sayum had also ordered a vase containing several items, which she never picked up. It turned out these were the very things needed to summon a kappa up from his home when you stood on his river’s bank.

There was a river about seventy miles to the northwest where her kappa was supposed to live, and we decided to visit him tonight.

Toilday, Desnus 28, 4713 night
Jikko River

We used Wind Walk to fly up the coast, and as we approached the mouth of the Jikko river we saw an island wrapped in darkness and mists just off the coast. We realized that it must be the “pearl merchant’s” island. Huh.

We landed on the bank, and beneath the limbs of a huge magnolia tree placed the essential salts into the water and called out to the kappa.

There was a great swirl of eddies out in the river, followed by a loud splash as a large turtle rose up out from the water and climbed upon the shore on two legs.

The kappa was very friendly and yes, of course he knew of O-sayum: he was her uncle after all. Wouldn’t we like to go to his home and talk?

And so here we are, somewhere beneath the river in a dome shaped structure made of rock and mud, talking with an ancient turtle-man.

We learned that years ago O-sayum’s mother was fleeing from an evil dark wizard — “Just once I wish it was an evil light wizard,” McLovin said, but we all ignored him — with her infant daughter. The wizard killed the mother, who had tossed her baby into the river, where the kappa rescued her and raised her until she was old enough to move to Sakakabe and be a geisha.

But the dark wizard was obsessed over finding the daughter. “He lives on the island right off the shore from here. He is powerful in the magics of darkness and air.”

Right. He’s the pearl merchant. I guess I know where we’re heading next.

Qatana’s Journal for Desnus 25, 4713

Starday, Desnus 25, 4713 early morning

The Osogen Grasslands, Bandit Fort

After “clearing out” the barracks and having lost the advantage of surprise we listened for the sound of any approaching bandits. Standing at a narrow window I could neither hear no see anything.

“This won’t do at all,” Timber said, and I agreed.

Casting Light on a copper piece I tossed it far out into the courtyard.

Badger quietly squeaked, “There’s nothing there.”

One thing we knew from experience was that you did not give your enemy time to prepare — at least not if you could help it.

Radella crept down the stairs into the dimly lit hallway below. She heard soft voices coming from behind a curtain, and a gruff voice calling from further away, “Calm down, calm down!”

Presently the face of a young woman peered out from the curtains. She had not seen Radella, and she quietly stepped out across the hall and behind another curtain, followed by half a dozen other women… girls, actually. Radella found a kitchen area from where the girls had fled.

So probably servants or slaves.

We all joined Radella downstairs and could hear the nervous twitter of the girls behind the curtains.

Radella, Kali and Ivan went in to talk with the girls, hoping to calm (and quiet) them down and find out what they knew of the bandits in the fort.

They were slaves and hopeful that we would set them free. The leader of the bandits was a well muscled man named Gangsum, and his second in command was a “scary and mean” man named Kamui Paro. Apparently the latter had something they called a “cat-woman” as his slave.

Meanwhile Zos, Olmas and I spread out into the hallway. Zos went to a western wall and paused, while Olmas scouted the area beyond a doorway to the south. I went north and found a room with a curtain partitioning off the northern half and a passage to the west.

The soft sound of movement came from behind the curtain, and just as Pookie said, “Uh, oh,” a bandit pulled back the curtain halfway revealing a man standing at the back of the chamber pointing at me.

A bolt of lightening flashed from the ceiling and struck me dead on. “You’ll pay for that!” Star shrieked as I cast Debilitating Portent on Kamui Paro.

But payback would have to wait, for at that moment a large hairy (“And very smelly,” added Takoda) man ran out from the passage and attacked. And thus I was introduced to Gangsum, the bandit chieftain.

I had managed to bring both of the bandit ring leaders into one convenient killing zone. As I contemplated my next move I could hear Dasi singing a song of encouragement out from the darkness behind me.

I gave Gangsum my best “Beorn grin,” but I suspect it was lost on him.

Arrows flew in and struck Kamui Paro, but bounced off with little affect. None the less it was comforting to know that Ivan was with me. Radella rushed out from the darkness and managed to dodge a zap of lightening.

Suddenly Kamui Paro and the entire area behind the curtain vanished in swirling clouds of mist — but the mists stopped at a solid invisible wall of force. “That wall is mine,” Kali called out.

Radella hacked at Gangsum as a pair of bandits closed in, and so I used Sign of Wrath to push them away and inflict damage on them and Gangsum. One of the bandits ran back into the passage, but the other foolishly rushed in, allowing Radella to end his miserable existence.

“And don’t do it again,” Beorn screamed, “I swear I’ll rip off your head and…”

I quickly interrupted, “Uh, Beorn, I think that one’s dead.” Seriously, if you let Beorn get wound up things get ugly fast. He stopped yelling, but I could tell he was already agitated… more than usual.

At that moment Olmas arrived and clove a massive gash into Gangsum’s forehead. Somehow the bandit leader managed to stagger back and say, “You swine!” before collapsing into an expanding pool of his own blood.

Suddenly the other bandit ran back into the chamber but stopped dead at the sight of Gangsum’s bloody corpse. I said, “Drop your weapon or die!” and he swiftly complied. “Now go stand facing that corner.” He did.

Then a tiger pounced into the room. “The tiger is mine,” Kali called out.

Kali dropped her Wall of Force, and instantly we were hit with the effects of a powerful Dispel Magic spell. I slowly settled an inch or two onto the floor as Huffy lamented, “Aww.” Damn, I reallty liked Overland Flight.

But Kali had responded with her own Dispel Magic and the fog cleared, revealing Kamui Paro standing nearby.

Ivan quickly sunk several arrows into him before Radella sliced into him. Kamui Paro changed into a fire elemental and so I cast Protection from Energy on those of us nearby, but there was no need. Another flight of arrows from Ivan changed Kamui Paro back into human form: a dead human form.

Then Zos showed up with a half woman, half tiger in tow. This was the cat-woman slave the girls had told us about, and Zos had befriended her and set her free. In turn she had nearly bitten in half one of the bandits. Zos discovered that Kamui Paro had exposed her to a were-cat, who bit her, and thus she was now afflicted with the curse. We promised to look into breaking the curse as soon as we had a chance.

I then questioned our surviving bandit, Hashasi. He said there were no traps in the fortress that he was aware of, and then described where the rest of the bandits were. By our calculation we had slain all but four: the two on the main gate, the one at the southern lookout, and Hashasi.

We did the usual search and seizure of belongings.

646 master-work scimitar
647 master-work dagger
648 wand of Cure Moderate Wounds (36)
649 wand of Speak with Animals (36)
650 +2 horn lamellar armor
651 +1 light wooden shield
652 wooden holy symbol to Lady Nanbyo
653 spell component pouch
654 ironwood key
655 diamond dust (500gp)
656 +2 amulet of natural armor (on were-tiger)
657 studded leather armor (on were-tiger)
658 +2 scimitar
659 +2 composite short bow (+3 STR)
660 potion of Cure Serious Wounds
661 Armor of the Tireless Warrior
662 +2 light wooden shield
663 master-work dagger
664 +2 Belt of Incredible Dexterity
665 set of ironwood keys

Hashasi then took Olmas, Radella and I on a tour so we could inform the remaining bandits that we had taken over control of the fort.

But we had not gone far before I realized that Ivan had been wounded. I looked at Olmas and said, “Status, Ivan’s injured! We have to run, but keep your eye on him,” pointing at Hashasi.

We arrived back at the others to find a large pit in the floor and Zos standing off to one side, throwing in blazing flasks of alchemical fire. There were shrieks of pain from the pit, but Zos yelled several choice words in response and kept on throwing in the fire until the pit was silent. Zos is usually so calm and quiet but something had obviously pissed him off.

It was the cat-woman. Zos had announced his intention to use his skin-mapping skill on Kamui Paro to “learn all of his secrets,” which the cat-woman took literally. Apparently there were some secrets between servant — er, pet? — and master that she did not wish to be known, and so she turned on Zos and the others.

I turned to Hashasi and with a, “Hmm, okay, shall we resume our tour?” we set off again.

We passed through various rooms, including an armory, where we grabbed a very nice lance before heading on.

666 +2 lance

In the next chamber were three bamboo cages along the west wall and shelves of cured meats along the far wall. I asked what the cages were for, and Hashasi said, “The girls have to sleep somewhere.”

I felt a low growl from Star and the string of profanities Beorn had been muttering became more vocal.

Passing through the stables I asked who cared for the horses, and Hashasi paused before replying, “Uh, we, uh, we need a new stable boy.” I then remembered that the girls had mentioned that they had not seen the stable boy for several days, after Kamui Paro had been angry with him.

At the top of a set of stairs Hashasi called out, and then introduced us to the bandit on duty at the lookout. It took only a moment upon learning about the deaths of Gangsum and Kamui Paro for him to turn to us and hail us as the the new bandit overlords.

We then repeated the scene with the two guards on the gate, and then returned to the others.

Hashasi had mentioned a shrine that was behind the panels in Kamui Paro’s bedroom, and so we all gathered there.

Once it had been a magnificent holy place filled with elegant carvings with delicate tracings of patterns lining the walls. Now it was a room filled with broken statuary and crude graffiti carved into the plaster. At the far end a defaced statue of a Tien god, Shizuru, stood armless. It had once held a sword, and when I asked what had happened here Hashasi boasted about how he and his mates had carved the place up and hacked at the statue of Shizuru.

When I asked about the sword he replied stupidly, “Uh, I dunno. I think we sold it.”

I exploded, “Fool! Idiot! You’ve destroyed something that held more value than this fortress and everything in it. You are the new stable boy. Go!”

After Hashasi had left I used Comprehend Languages to read the cartouches still visible on Shizuru’s armor.

I read the name “Hirobashi Akikaza” and also an inscription that read, “Empress of Heaven, touch me with your grace”. We deduced this was the secret vault and both I and Olmas tried touching it, but nothing happened. So much for being scions of the Amutatsu line.

Back in the hallway Ivan had been talking with girls and found that they had been taken as slaves from various bandit raids throughout the area. For some it had been long enough ago that they had forgotten any other way of life. All of them seemed timid and reluctant to discuss the details of the treatment, but clearly they had been used and abused in every way possible. The truly sad thing was that they seemed to think of this as normal.

For a moment the room faded away and I saw myself back in Kaer Maga. All of my friends, even Beorn, became deathly silent, but I could sense their contained fury. Coming back to the present I saw Kali shaking with rage.

“What shall we do with the remaining bandits?”

Yes, well that was the question. A message had been sent to Ameiko telling her of our victory here, and the plan was for Kali and I to go fetch Ameiko and Jiro and some of the others later on today. But we didn’t want the remaining bandits to flee or do some other horrific acts while wandering free. And there were still several bands out on raiding parties that we did not want warned when they returned.

I eyed the cages in the room and said, “Leave them to me. I think Jiro will need to decide their fates.”

Radella and Olmas joined me and we gathered our quartet of bandit followers in the room with the cage. “You need to go in here and wait,” I said, indicating the nearest cage.

“Um, I don’t know about this,” one of the bandits began.

There was a blast of rage from Beorn and the bandit cried out, his face contorted in horror, and he fell to the floor dead.

“Get. In. The. Cage.” I said again, my voice shaking with anger.

The remaining three got in the cage and we closed and locked the door behind them. They looked a little too smug for where they were, and Timber whispered, “Well, they are bandits and I think that lock won’t keep them in there for long.”

I invested ten minutes in casting a Glyph of Warding before the door, making the gestures as elaborate as possible. I then pointed at the dead bandit on the floor and said, “Anyone who leaves this cage will face the same fate.”

Judging from their reactions I guessed that they did not recognize the spell I had cast and believed me.

With the bandits restrained we next decided to check out the way into the grove. A secret door in the wood working shop opened onto a short tunnel that led out into the grove. It looked like nothing more than that: a place where a druid could relax…

Except for several piles of stacked firewood that unexpectedly had magical auras. Thinking perhaps that they were self-lighting bonfires I approached one only to have the wood spring up into three vaguely humanoid shapes.

I tried to confine them within a Blade Barrier, but they passed through with no harm.

“Hey, they can’t do that!” Takoda protested. And yet clearly they did, and when they slammed you with their woody fists they hurt. But the creatures were made of wood, and each of them fell quickly with the application of magical fire.

With only a few hours left until sunrise we decided we had best rest. We only need two hours sleep each and so one pair of watches would be all that was required. I needed to think before I could rest and so joined the first watch along with Ivan and Olmas.

I felt the need to talk with someone, and Ivan was on his way back inside to check on the girls and so I walked alongside him and began to talk.

We’ve come a long way and seen a lot of different cultures since leaving Sandpoint. I think even Pookie has been a bit overwhelmed with all that we’ve encountered. But that has made me wonder why I have stuck with the group for so long. I’ve made more than enough money to see the world, which was my original goal. This is Ameiko’s journey and not mine, and I suspect if it were not for Shalelu and you and Kali I would have left some time around Kalsgard.

From what I’ve seen of Tien thus far I can’t say that I am impressed. Self serving despots with no regard for the common folk seem to be the norm here — even before we arrived in Minkai, and so we can’t blame everything on the Five Storms. And now it seems slavery may be a culturally accepted thing here in Minkai itself.

To be honest I am not too thrilled to be working toward replacing the oni with the ”rightful heir” unless the ”rightful heir” has an interest in doing more than keeping the status quo. I want to have a chat with Ameiko after we’ve settled the matters with Jiro’s family fortress.

Ivan stopped and turned to me and replied.

I too have been struggling to continue a quest if it only means changing the people at the top that mistreat the common folk. I have been trying to figure out if Ameiko has a good heart and is willing to stand up for them.

I don’t care about the ”rightful heir” thing. I am more worried about the Oni spreading this across the world. I have to admit I would really like to know Ameiko’s position on this as well as Jiro and Hatsue. If they have no regard for common folk then this Minkai is doomed.

Right now I feel like we should take these seven women away from this god forsaken country to somewhere that they can be treated with respect.

Hearing Ivan call Minkai “god-forsaken” was an eye opener. As an oracle he does not follow the doctrine or whims of a single god, but instead lets the voices of multiple deities guide him. For him to think of Minkai as forsaken by the gods was not a good sign.

As for the future of the girls… I didn’t know, and answered in turn.

I fully understand the sentiment, but I wonder if the shock from placing the girls suddenly into a dramatically different culture would add more stress to their lives. But maybe I’m underestimating them. They’ve had to be strong to get through the lives they’ve been leading here.

Let’s see what Jiro and Hatsue have to say about slavery and Minkai. Perhaps it has arisen only since the oni have been in control, which has been for more than a generation now. And even if it was culturally acceptable before the Five Storms, I find it hard to believe that Ameiko would condone it — while she may be from a royal family, she was raised a commoner the same as us. I think the question might be, what would she be willing to do to put an end to it?

Ivan nodded once and continued on towards the room where the girls were sleeping. I turned left and went over to where the bandits were caged.

They were still there. I sat down with my back to the wall and let the wonderful smell of smoked meats waft over me.

“Bacon,” Pookie sighed with delight.

Soon thereafter Olmas walked over and sat down beside me. Apparently he too had something on his mind.

Qatana, this journey has gone for many months now and while it’s been challenging at times, one thing I’m very glad about is that I’ve gotten to know everyone in our party so much better than I did at the start. That includes you, and while I still don’t know all the secrets you keep inside your head, I know that each and every one of them contributes to you being you.

Lately, I’ve been concerned. Specifically, today I’ve been concerned. I know you’ve got a lot going on in your head but you’ve been more… surprising than usual. I’d like to understand. Can we spend a little time bringing each other up to date?

Concerned? What the hell was Olmas talking about? I answered cautiously.

What? I’m mostly the same as I ever was and mostly acting the same way. I do not know what has happened today that raised your concerns. We had a lot to do dealing with what could have been an overwhelming force of foes. And with the discovery of slaves — those young girls used as sex slaves — I think our actions were more than restrained and fair. Some of the bandit fiends still live unharmed, and any bandits that arrive from their patrols will join them.

Olmas replied.

Neither of us is the same, really. I’ve gained in proficiency at both riding and fighting, and you have gotten more skilled too — I’m constantly amazed at the new spells you come up with.

I’m now capable of killing somebody with a single blow… and you with a single spell. At times that’s convenient… but it’s also a little scary. We can heal injured people that we were ”overly skillful with”, but once they’re dead, fixing any errors in judgment are, well, quite a bit more expensive.

So when I say you’re surprising, I guess I mean is your reactions have been more deadly. As have mine, no doubt… but I feel that perhaps we should be using more restraint and stepping a bit more carefully since our skills now carry more consequences. What do you think?

What I thought was, “What the hell is this about? Does he feel guilty for slaying the cruel and unjust, and now he wants, what to give up Ameiko’s quest, or stop harming anyone else?” But what I said was something else.

I have come to realize that in these strange lands that if not for us there would be no justice for folk who are unable to defend themselves. The people who should protect the innocent are either unwilling or unable.

As such I have no patience for those who choose to prey on the weak, and have no issue being the arbitrar to mete out justice. And I have no time to waste on thugs that when show mercy try to parley for terms. The time for thinking about justice was well before they decided to pillage, loot and rape those who were weaker than themselves.

The area is now free from a large band of state endorsed brigands and an ancestral home has been returned to its rightful owner. I’m fairly sure I am ok with those consequences.

Olmas pressed on.

Ultimately, getting Ameiko where she ought to be should address that. But in the meantime, yes, the land we’ve seen so far is essentially lawless.

I would ordinarily agree with you. Here, it seems though, there is a more appropriate arbiter for justice… I’m thinking of Jiro. While he may decide much the same, I think the decision should be his. Clearly any who were killed in battle are not covered by this thinking, but those who are left… we could learn more about Jiro by seeing how he treats them.

I am uncomfortable with showing mercy to these bandits only to then kill them individually. Having captured them instead of battling them, I think we would learn more by handing them to Jiro.

And that said, yes, I think we still have much more work ahead of us in bringing even the hope of justice to these people. I want to make sure that in returning that to them, we don’t also usurp their authority and right to rule themselves.

Wait, now he wants us to be lawful? Like that’s done anyone any good!

These bandits were operating under the approval of the regional government. You can’t get much more lawful than that!

Rule themselves? What do you think we’re doing here? We are replacing one autocratic government with another autocratic government. Ideally one that will act more kindly and will look after the masses, but if we are successful the only ones doing the ruling will be Ameiko and those she appoints.

Jiro will indeed determine the fate of the survivors. Thus far the only only bandit killed after our initial onslaught was the one breeding dissension. Our position here is not secure enough to tolerate this for one moment, and by making an example of him we’ve effectively subdued the remaining three to behave until Jiro can decide their fates.

And still Olmas persisted.

We agree that Jiro is the right authority. It may seem odd to ask this of a follower of Groetus, but before you end the life of one who is otherwise completely under control, please consider if there is a better earthly authority who should pass judgment. I don’t want our actions to appear, at least to uninformed onlookers, to be as lawless and independent as those we are ridding the area of.

Again with the concept that lawlessness is bad. Does he not have eyes that see? And why does Jiro suddenly have the right to decide what’s right and fair when he has been powerless to do anything about these abuses? I simply wanted to ask him what should be done with the bandits to see how the local culture deals with people like these.

These bandits were operating under the authority of law. The law has been doing absolutely nothing good for the local folks, and for all of his talk of honor, Jiro has done precious little to help them. Perhaps a little lawlessness is exactly what is needed.

We are the ones who have made the difference, and we are the best authorities here to ultimately decide the fates of those whom we defeat.

I wish to consult with Jiro because we are restoring his ancestral home to him. We. Not him. Not the local authorities. Us. I am also curious about the local customs of Minkai and whether slavery is an accepted part of their culture. I have no desire to overthrow one set of tyrants to simply install another.

Olmas was quiet for a moment and I thought, “Great, we’re done here.” This seemed like a pointless conversation. But Olmas had more to say.

You have given me things to ponder on. But since you used the word ”we” I would ask that we make that word work. I’m not sure we as a group had agreed on how to treat/punish/adjudicate the prisoners. We may be at that point now, but may I suggest that we make sure going forward that agreement has been reached before taking action?

So what, he wanted us to vote or form a committee for every action we take? That seemed absurd and I said as much.

I used the word ”we” both as in each of us individually and as the group as a whole. We already trend toward discussing issues and plans when there is time, and I see no reason for that to stop. But we also have a history (and need) to act individually when situations demand it. We seem to have found an elusive balance between these two that have allowed us to work together extremely well and to be incredibly effective as a team. I’d hate to disturb that equilibrium by making promises that I cannot keep.

Olmas looked perhaps a bit disappointed… I don’t know, maybe instead he was relieved to be done with this conversation. I know I was.

He stood up and said, “We don’t talk often enough! This has been helpful.” and walked away.

Was it helpful? I found it more puzzling than anything else.

Qatana’s Journal for Desnus 23 – 25, 4713

Oathday, Desnus 23, 4713 night
The Osogen Grasslands, Bandit Ravine

Although the bandit hideout was a full day’s ride away, we decided not to wait and head out immediately. But rather than ride our horses we opted for magical (and quicker) means of getting there — even though it meant splitting the party to do so.

Kali used a Phantom Chariot to carry most of the team, while I used Windwalk on myself, Ivan, Radella and Olmas (even though Olmas would travel in the chariot).

Once again my friends were thrilled by the rush of air as we sped over the land like clouds before a storm. “We have got to make a wand with this!” Pookie joyously chortled.

Because we arrived hours ahead of the chariot, those of us wind-walking scouted up the ravine where Jiro had said the old fort lay. The ravine itself ran south from the plains, its walls rising up to forty feet as we followed it from above. Presently we came across a large alcove in the western wall in which the fort had been built. We swooped in for a closer look, but kept at least sixty feet away — we may look like shadowy wisps of mist in this form, but we wanted to avoid any detection by visual or magical means.

A wooden wall sealed off the alcove from the ravine, with a large gate at the southern end and a bridge crossing a swift moving stream to the north. A pair of bandits stood guard atop the gate. And we discovered another pair of guards, one on either side of the wall at the top of the ravine.

Before we had left Jiro had said the fortress once belonged to his family, but it was clear the bandits had made updates to the fortifications over the years.

Several buildings lay within the wall with a couple of chimneys from which smoke spiraled up. We hovered about for a couple of hours, but saw no signs of other bandits before we had to head back north to meet the others. We did see an odd tree filled hollow just to the north of the fortress alcove, but could not tell if it was natural or man made. Although it was close to the bandit’s hideout there was no sign of any passage connecting the two.

We met the chariot just outside the ravine and I found a secluded spot where we could set up our camp, which Kali obscured using some misty disguise spell.

Fireday, Desnus 24, 4713 morning
The Osogen Grasslands, Bandit Ravine

In addition to keeping a watch over our camp we also kept watch on the fortress, and thereby learned how long each guard shift lasted and when they changed. A couple of bands of ne’er do wells arrived and left overnight, but other than these moments it was quiet.

We’ve made plans to infiltrate the hideout tonight, using the daylight to move quietly up along the top of the western ravine wall so we will be in position by midnight.

Starday, Desnus 25, 4713 very early morning
The Osogen Grasslands, Bandit Fort

A short time after the guard changed on the northern outpost Zos, Radella and Ivan snuck up on the lone bandit, who lay prone on the ledge looking into the the valley below.

A short time later he was still there and to all appearances still on watch, but he was quite dead. The rest of us moved up and followed a stairway carved in the rock wall down to a door.

I opened the door and the others rushed in, quickly and quietly killing a pair of sleeping guards.

Out from this small room another set of steps led down to the ground floor, which we followed to a large elegant wood working shop. Or at least that’s what it had been originally, but the thugs who lived here now were using it as a stable for horses.

“It smells like horse sh…” Timber grumbled, but was interrupted by Huffy’s exclamation of, “Pony poo!”

True, the place did have a barnyard air, but for now there were no animals present. We scouted around and found several valuable wood crafting items.

626 set of master work carpentry tools
627 two sacks of shellac flakes
628 ivory palm box
629 magic salve of slipperiness: 2 applications (inside 628)
630 bronze flask with 2 ounces of magical (sovereign) glue

A large set of double doors led in from the courtyard to the south and a smaller door from the west. A stairway led up. We took the time to bar the doors and then slowly crept up the stairs.

Star gazed around the upstairs room with unbridled battle lust. It was a large dormitory with a lot of beds on which many sleeping bandits lay. Beorn began to chuckle in a most disturbingly enthusiastic way before Pookie hissed, “Hush! There’s three of them still awake.”

And suddenly there was an ice dome in the center of the room, trapping the three bandits who were standing there. Kali smirked and moved in to survey her handiwork. We followed suit with the intent of quickly and quietly finishing off the sleepers.

“Ah, okay, I get it now, Star and Beorn,” I quietly murmured as I walked over to a slumbering bandit.

But the three bandits trapped in the igloo were still free to move about, and one of them began to bang on the floor. Uh oh.

Still things went mostly our way. Even when one of the bandits managed to toss a thunderstone out the window, setting off an alarm in our vicinity, this sort of worked to our advantage. Earlier Kali had set Nihali on top of the wall above the fortress alcove with the instructions that if all hell broke loose below she was to knock off a pair of thunderstones. And while the bandit’s thunderstone did set off an alarm, it was quickly confused by the sound of two more booms coming from a different part of the compound.

It took a while, but eventually we killed all of the bandits through a combination of cloud kill and martial prowess. It also helped that I shared Groetus’ love and plans for them and when faced with this soul shaking revelation a number of the thugs had turned on their brothers or stood still, drooling uncontrollably.

And still we heard no obvious response to the thunderstones. We’ve taken this time to gather the belongings of our victims… “Ahem”, Star prompted. Alright then, our fallen foes.

631 scimitar (magic)
632 composite short bow (magic)
633 breastplate (magic)
634 shield (magic)
635 20 arrows
636 5 whistling arrows
637 dagger
638 15 spears (magic)
639 15 suits of studded leather armor (magic)
640 kokouri
641 15 flasks of oil
642 15 potions (magic)
643 14 thunderstones
644 15 master work composite longbows
645 15 x 40 arrows

 

Qatana’s Journal for Pharast 29 – Desnus 23, 4713

Fireday, Pharast 29, 4713 evening
The Spirit Forest, Beside the House of Withered Blossoms

There was no point in delaying, and faced with a door at either end of the corridor I picked north at random.

“Hey!” Pookie prompted.

OK, so not quite at random: Pookie had suggested north.

The room was of a good size, and decorated with exquisite paintings of various female oni, each bearing an expression of power and prestige. A door was in the far wall. But more pressing to us were the half a dozen Sisters of the Broken Path.

We did our usual thing, but with a subtle twist. Kali suggested that we take one of them alive for questioning. She said this in Tien and loud enough for the sisters to hear. It was a good idea by itself, but the added effect of us calmly discussing whether we would simply kill them all out right or pick one to save must have had some impact on the sisters’ morale.

In the end we had five dead sisters and one alive and tied. She was surprisingly arrogant and confident in herself, considering how quickly we had just slain her companions and subdued her. Dasi questioned her, but she was having none of it. She did let slip that Munasukaru was beyond the door before demanding an honorable end to her life.

Dasi complied and the two faced off in combat, but it was really more of a mock combat: something to tick off a box before she died. It was as if her god, whom I suppose she thought was Munasukaru, had a check list for entering heaven. “Died in combat, check.” What a pathetically feeble diety, and what an even more pathetic life spent in devotion to such a charlatan.

We were reasonably sure that Munasukaru was behind “door number one,” but there was the southern door to check out first. This was the door to the oni’s library, and it was filled with an amazing selection of books, scrolls, pamphlets, and what not. Radella and I spent a little extra time searching for secrets (nope) while the others perused the stacks.

Dasi found a jade plaque boasting that on such and such a date the Oni of the Five Storms escaped this prison.

He also found a journal, the bulk of which was written in a single hand. The last entry from this oni stated “Construction of the kimon is complete and with it the fate of Minkai is sealed.” The same author also went into excessive detail about the oni’s plans to turn Minkai into a pleasure center (for the oni) of debauchery and sin.

The journal entries after this were from Munasukaru, and start out sane enough, but over the years they became more unstable and the writing devolved from elegant script to child like scrawls.

It turns out that Munasukaru was not one of the oni that the kami had imprisoned. She showed up at the House of Withered Blossoms and demanded to be held captive. This is seriously wretched and indicated that she had (for apparently good reason) a significant inferiority complex. “Hey, lock me up too. I’m dangerous! Really I am.”

Apparently she had the hots for the head of the Five Storms, Anamurumon, but her love was unrequited. In fact the other oni held Munasukaru in contempt, referring to her as “the least,” and Anamurumon himself ordered that she remain behind to fool the kami while the others escaped.

After some time going through the library we decided it was time to face Munasukaru in person and end her reign of torture and terror. We returned to the ante chamber and Radella quietly opened the door and peeped in.

An old woman stood before a bed of nails, on to which one of the arachnids from above was lashed. The woman was carving flesh from the hapless creature and eating it as she cackled with glee. Further in was an enormous pit.

Radella closed the door and we prepared for the conflict, readying weapons and casting spells. We then rushed in and attacked.

It was over in seconds. “The Least” had lived up to her title to the very end.

“That went well,” Star drolly remarked as the oni collapsed to the floor in a very bloody heap.

We freed the arachnid whom Munasukaru had been torturing, but it was fairly insane. It had an undying hatred of all things hobgoblin. We told it we would let it go free as long as it avoided any humans it found on the way out. We also mentioned the village of hobgobs above, and it seemed quite excited over the prospect of killing them.

We collected the ex-oni’s possessions and then used Treasure Stitching to store all of the items from the library, leaving out the journal and a few other select items for later perusal.

From Munasukaru:
614 Naginata: +1 thundering pole-arm
Once per day wielder can strike the ground with effect of Shout spell
Royal historical artifact: imbues honor (negative level to those wielding it without honor)
615 9 screaming bolts
616 masterwork repeating crossbow
617 Do-maru of Broken Flesh: +2 armor (30 lbs)
Once per day as std action heals 4d8 + 9 plus cures ability damage, blindness, etc. — also functions as break enchantment
Creates visible scars (1d4 CON damage) each time the above ability is used
618 crystal ball (minor defect)
619 clear spindle ioun stone (sustenance)
620 +2 ring of protection
From the sisters:
621 6 MW nunchaku
622 6 +1 amulets of natural armor
623 6 +2 bracers of armor
From the library:
624 antique gold lions (3,500 gp)
625 hinged emerald and turquois bracelet set (6,100 gp)
Contents of the entire library

After looting the place we investigated the pit in more detail. At the bottom was a massive stone doorway in the rock wall, but it was part of the surrounding rock. All about the faux door was a score of golden humanoid figures, each posed in a moment of agony.

It still held a faint aura of conjuration magic from back when the oni used it to escape, and this plus what we had found in the journal confirmed that the oni had created a portal to flee. The golden figures were not just morbid decoration: part of the spell that created the dimensional gate required a particularly brutal and sadistic sacrifice.

Ivan used Sending to let Ameiko and the others know that we had killed the oni, and she replied that the kami were aware of it and were on their way.

We made our way back to the surface, taking the surviving refugees we had rescued on the way down with us. The kami were there, waiting as promised. We gave some basic gear to the survivors and the kami assured them of their safety in the forest.

Starday, Pharast 30, 4713 evening
The Spirit Forest, Kami Enchanted Circle

Our party then returned to the enchanted circle where the caravan had been waiting. There we reunited the little kami with his tree it had asked us to find. It was so happy that it volunteered to accompany us as long as we cared for the tree, and offered healing in return. It then merged with its tree and… there was just a tree.

We had accumulated a lot of valuable items over the course of the past few months, and now seemed like a good time to sell as much as possible and use the proceeds to equip ourselves for entering Minkai.

As easily as we had defeated Munasukaru we remembered that she was “The Least,” and quite isolated. The remaining oni would not be so weak or alone.

A trip back north to Muliwan was the obvious choice. Kali planned to use Teleport spells to bring much of our loot to the city in multiple trips, taking with her the survivors. I would use Wind Walk to make the same journey, which would allow Ameiko (and of course Olmas), Shalelu, and Koya to come along as well.

Starday, Gozran 6, 4713 evening
Muliwan

All in all we have spent a full week in Muliwan.

Kali helped me set up a soup kitchen to spread the word of Groetus to the needy and suffering on the eve of the Day of Bones. In honor of the festival I pulled my hair back into a pony tail and covered my face and hands in ash, and then used charcoal to draw a skull over my own face. Some of Groetus’ clerics in Magnimar covered their entire bodies in ash and danced naked through the streets of the city: prancing skeletal simulacra.

Beorn was all in favor of going all the way, but when I mentioned it to Kali she suggested that the worthies of Muliwan might not be ready for me to go full Groetus.

On the Day of Bones we visited the local Shrine to Pharasma and paid our respects.

The shopping trips worked out well for me, and I was able to purchase a more potent Rod of Extend and obtain enough materials to have my headband upgraded. And to keep Star happy I purchased a mithral breast plate that will be enchanted by the time we leave the forest.

The only downside of the trip is that my little friends now want to Wind Walk everywhere. “But seriously,” Takoda asked, “why slog around on the ground when you can zip around like zephyr?”

Sunday, Gozran 27, 4713 evening
The Spirit Forest

We left the kami enclave two weeks ago and as promised the kami have kept our way clear, thus progress has been good. Today we reached a large river and Ivan and I just used several walls of stone to build a sturdy bridge for our caravan to cross.

After all of the darkness of winter across the top of the world, and then passing under mountains, and then scouring the catacombs beneath the House of Withered Blossoms, it is mighty nice to be above ground with an open sky above and lengthening days ahead.

Miyaro spent much of the day updating us on events in Minkai. The Five Storms are in control, but they do so through a puppet figurehead, The Jade Regent. The last of royal family fled some years ago and so a regent was appointed to rule until his return. And so the people tolerate this ruthless dictator only because they believe, long and hope for the return of their missing prince.

Kali reminded us that one of the mental vignettes we shared when we found the royal seal was the murder of the prince. And so he’s not coming back, oni or no oni.

And so Ameiko really is the last royal heir to the Kingdom of Minkai. But simply showing up and announcing this will only get her (and us) killed. Miyaro suggested building a groundswell of public support for the return of the royal family before making our move.

Oathday, Desnus 23, 4713 afternoon
The Osoegen Grasslands

We left the forest some days ago and entered a vast expanse of grass and rounded hills. The horses were quite happy with the change and I think the spirits of everyone in the caravan lifted once we passed out from the trees.

Off in the distant south we could barely see the tips of snow covered peaks, which have grown progressively taller each day.

Miyaro knows of a ronan (a wandering samurai) who might be inclined to help us, but because part of his job was to wander, I wondered how much we’d have to wander before we wandered into him. “Wonderful,” Timber replied to that thought.

By mid-day we had reached a settlement on a river. Boys were training at archery and their instructor came over to see who we were, and if we posed a threat or were merely a nuisance.

There was a good bit of chit chat, but none of it going where we needed, and so I broke in and said, “We’re looking for the ronan.”

That caught her attention, and our host introduced herself as Hbesuta Hatsue and she invited us in a round hut (was this a yurt?) for some tea. Sometimes the direct approach is best.

We chatted for a short while before a man showed up, who introduced himself as Hiraboshi Jiro, the ronan. “Now that’s what I call a coincidence!” peeped Badger.

More pleasantries were exchanged, and more bushes were beat around. I stated that the weapon had could not stop staring at, which Kali was now wielding, was indeed a royal artifact from Minkai. Was he interested in helping the royal family return someday? He was at least now interested in us.

The direct approach. I think it might be one of the tenets of Groetus, just after “Don’t worry, be happy.”

He suggested we might build public support by helping out with a bandit problem the folks in the surrounding area had. The region was controlled by a despot (apparently now a requirement for public service in Minkai) who had little interest in helping the people. And so issues like bands of plundering bandits were beneath his concern (or most likely, were paying him off).

About fifty miles from the settlement the bandits had set up their stronghold in an abandoned fort. From there they set out on forays to loot and plunder the countryside, returning to the safety of stone walls to rest.

Jiro asked us to “do something” about the bandits.

“And of course we will!” Star said enthusiastically. “We always do,” added Pookie.

Qatana’s Journal for Pharast 28 and 29, 4713

Oathday, Pharast 28, 4713 afternoon
Beneath the House of Withered Blossoms

“It’s a hole in the ground. And it’s dark down there.”

Huffy was always one to state the obvious.

Takoda chimed in, “I can hear a river or something. I can’t swim or see in the dark. Maybe we should go back to the surface and wait for Manicotti to come up to us.”

“I like pasta,” Timber volunteered.

Kali and I were flying above the large hole that plunged down from the foot of the steps in the loud lizard chamber. We did not plan to go any further today and were simply scouting out the immediate area while our fly spells lasted.

We have only been in the House of Withered Blossoms (or under it) for a few days, but it felt much longer, and some of my friends were getting anxious or punchy, depending upon the mouse.

Star and Beorn looked at one another and shared disturbingly maniacal grins. Of my eight mice they were the ones most gung-ho about pressing on into the unknown.

“Hold me over the hole, I need to pee.”

This was a typical Beorn thing to say, and I replied, “You haven’t had to pee in years.”

Kali looked over at me quizzically. “Beorn,” I said by way of an explanation. She nodded and we flew back to the others.

We set up a camp back in the hall by the collapsed bridge. It is dark, damp, and not the most comfortable of places, but it is probably the most defensible, and least accessed in this part of the underground fortress.

“But it smells like ass,” snorted Badger. “Wet ass!” he quickly added.

Fireday, Pharast 29, 4713 mid day
Beneath the House of Withered Blossoms

In the morning we prepared to move further down and further in, but first Kali used an Arcane Eye to scout the way.

This is such an incredibly useful spell that I wish I could cast it. I sometimes wonder at the accessibility of spells to different types of spell casters. Why is it that clerics have ready access to some spells, while wizards and sorcerers have access to a different set? Why is there overlap? Why do some casters need to prepare specific spells from a list while others can simply cast any spell they know when they need it?

Back in Magnimar while I was still studying at the Temple of Pharasma there was a lecture on the different styles of magic users. But it was incredibly boring and I was already moving on toward Groetus by then, and so I never caught the gist of the explanation.

Whatever. Magic can be capricious like that.

Anyway, the water from the pool at our level plunged about a hundred feet down before splashing into a wide shallow pool, which drained through another large shaft at the far end of a cavern. On this first level were a handful of oni looking creatures who were torturing people in cages.

Thirty feet down the water plunged into a deeper pool, but there was little else to see here and so Kali sent the eye further down another thirty feet. Here were some creatures we later identified as “kytons” who were also getting their jollies by torturing people.

This brought up two important details.

First, there was an awful lot of water down there to deal with, which was fine because we were already expecting that and I had prepared a number of spells to deal with copious quantities of water.

Second, what the hell is wrong with creatures that feel the need to torture others simply for the pleasure of it? They clearly weren’t expecting to gain any information from their victims, nor were they using them as a source of food. They were inflicting pain and suffering for no reason at all other than they enjoyed doing it.

I felt the fur on the hackles of my friends rise and Star let out a fierce growl of anger. Beorn cackled in anticipation of what was to come. It was time to descend and end this.

And it did indeed end. With a combination of spells and brute force we killed all of the tormentors and freed the tormented.

We met the naga twins. We were expecting them and promptly killed them. “Fuckers!” Star grumbled.

The only surprise was at the bottom level we met samurai who introduced herself as “The Mouthpiece Munasukaru.” She then tried to dissuade or distract us with promises of wealth and riches if we were to simply leave.

She smugly proclaimed that she represented Munasukaru, but Dasi was having none of this nonsense and said that we represented the Amatatsu family. That pretty much ended the diplomacy portion of this meeting, which was fine with me.

And then she and all of her minions died.

“Take her head! Take her head!” Beorn urged. Takoda and Timber joined in, and so why not? I’d like to forcefully present Munasukaru’s mouthpiece to Munasukaru herself.

The samurai had stood before a pair of double doors, and opening them we saw a hallway stretching to the left and right with doors at either end.

“Oh goodie!” Pookie chirped.