Auranghzeb
 Chapter 1: Festivities 
 Hayato:  for weeks you followed a rumor, traveling fast across the snowy mountains from village to village, but always a step behind until you lost track near the frozen  banks of the Hao river. The snow has now started to taw and the citadel is bursting with activity in anticipation of the spring festival. The regent has spared no expenses after a hard winter and the smell of food rises from everywhere to the common hall where you have spent the night. You told everyone here -about two dozen men sleep in this inn- that your name was Yuta, and that you are here to see the festivities. You hope to find clues or hear rumors that put you back on track.
Yoy have a bowl of rice with veggetables and set way to the citadel landing across town. The village stretches over several hills surrounding the lagoon and the sun rises to the east where the lagoon meets the open sea. Merely a hundred years ago this was the imperial capital, now its size is dwarfed by many other villages that have grown under the shadow of the warring Daimyos. Still, the sacred grounds of the high temple attract hundreds of pilgrims every year to see the almond trees anounce the coming spring with their white little flowers.
As you follow the windy road down the westent hill, you can see the place busrting with activity.

 Ahayla 

Your ship docks in the inner side of the wave breaker and the crew helps travelers dissembark. Not you, your impressive wolf sacres them away, even when you both get out of the ship and the wolf tumbles side to side with sea legs. There are many junks coming in and out of the dock, immense weaved baskets are unload from them by dozen of men and children while women weave and repair the nets. Most of them are human, but you see a few hadoozes manning their light junks carrying tropical fruit unseen in these lands.
This is where the falling stars have led you thorugh countless nights. The foreign language is short and quick, not as melodic as in the lands you have crossed. Everyone seems charged with determination and they work efficiently. Some of them stare at you with a dissaproving snarl, but however their feelings, they keep them to themselves.


 Leylek 

You watch over the crowd from your position of vantage, perched over the warehouse across the main dock. You keep watch as indicated; once a proud warrior of the steppes, now you make a living as security for merchants and sailors. Hey, they pay on time and there's seldom anything more than a few theft attempts. But the festival changes everything, and the rumor is that prince Genji himself will come from his winter palace to prside the main ceremonies at the high temple. That could be trouble. Last time he showed his face in the village with his samurais, there was tension with the merchant's guild. That was before the snows. But the word is the Crab is preparing for a campaing in the spring and the regent wants prince Genji and his smaurais protecting the citadel, there can be no bad blood.
Across the dock you spot a vanara exotically dressed accompanied by a large wolf. The spring brings funny things indeed.

 Onka 
The house they reccomended here turned out to be nothing more than a brothel, but you made it clear that you were only there to dance and manage to get a place to stretch your bedroll next to the dying embers of the kitchen. It has been a rough winter for you, skirting around the mountains you fled years ago trying to avoid being recognized. But it was worth it, the festivitites were going to be memorable and there was a chance to join the performers at the  high temple and perhaps in front of prince Genji himself. Time had passed, and you were confident your new identity would hold scrutiny.

As you washed in the inner patio, you heard the conmotion of the women in the house, rushing to the exterior and giggling. There they were, out in the dirty street, marching over the melted snow and the mud, four porters carried prince's Genjis carriage over their shoulders followed by four shujenjas, each with a robe representing their element of choice. Around them, ahead of them, and behind them there were twenty samurais, but one of them caught your attention. It was a Tengu! A huge black crow head over slender shoulders.

 Shiernein 

The winter came faster and sooner than you expected, cutting short your travels to the north. You were left with no money and surrounded by sacred woods where only prince's Genji men had the right to hunt.  First your tried to manage with dignity and stoicism, working for food and helping a couple farmers keep their animals safe from bad spirits and bandits. Soon the rumor reached prince Genji: a Tengu swordmaster was doing menial jobs in the farms surrounding the citadel. Not much later you had met prince Gengi and entered his service for a period of four months.

The fourth month will end in three days, right after the main ceremony at the high temple, Genji would pay you and you'll be on your way. Whispers in the air speak about a plan by the Crab to consolidate their power in the eastern coast and claim the citadel. But prince's Genji samurais were competent and well trained by Ayeshi, one of the finest swordmen you had met. If it weren't for your father's deteriorating health, serving prince Genji would have been a good option.
You marched into the village with the other samurais, watchful and wary.
Metastachydium
The big crane doesn't let his eyes wander about for long; he has duties to perform, after all. He is uniquely suited to perform them too. Most can't fly and must choose between the street where most things happen and the vantage point up high, from where all is visible. Most aren't weapons, born and raised to fight with little gear or none to maintain. Leylek is far from pleased, of course, but that must account for something. And it certainly was a way to stay sharp and stay fed. A way to pass the time and let the fates work. The work now nears completion, he can tell it. Genji's here again. The Crab is coming. Things stir, at long last. He might be like the folded banner now, but soon, this will be a place of war. There is coin in wars. Leylek knows that well.

Coin – and more indeed. War is the wind that drives the flame and smoke apart. Fresh air for the warrior. The  tamga  of his ancestors will see blood, warrior's blood, spilled before it once more. Blood brings glory, and glory breeds coin and glory again. Trouble  is  coming for these hills. Let it come!
Luccan
Hayato continues following the path up the hill. The festival would be chaotic, but with such a large gathering there was every chance he could find clues from folk it would take him weeks to travel to normally. He quickly mingles with the locals and begins asking for strangers seen travelling in the last direction he'd had any clue about
Alhallor
Onka has been waiting for a chance to finally practice his craft again. When he sees the carriage he didn't just stand in front of it and performed right there, which may have been impressive but may also had him killed a bit too fast and there was the strange Tengu creature to behold too.

He followed behind the carriage, which probably did go towards the temple. Perhaps he was able to get a glance at Prince Genji before anyone else, which would not only sate his interest but probably no one in the brothel would believe him and they're envy may be more sweet than clear spring water.

Of course he won't only need to take care of his body but also for his soul.
Cygnia
The wide grin on Ahalyā's face was near-giddy in its joy. The bustling port was a far cry from her quiet forest home in Odisha.  So many sounds!  So many sights!  And there was apparently a festival happening!  Ahalyā fervently hoped that this festival wasn't the cause of the spirits' discomfort.

The lanky wolf kept close to the vanara's side, not sharing Ahalyā's enthusiasm.  For Raksha's keen sense of smell picked up spoiling fish, unwashed bodies and bilgewater, making for a nauseating melange assailing her poor snout.

The wolf sneezed and shook her head, then nudged Ahalyā that they should perhaps start walking away from the docks.
Auranghzeb
The day moves as a succession of emotions and colors for most of you, visitors to the Citadel, the winding dust and dirt roads that climb down the sides of the hills through wooden an paper houses and trees of all kinds give way to stone pebbles streets near the the inner port and sturdy wood structures with solid stone podiums.

 Onka  and  Shiernien  follow prince Gengi's procession towards the high temple through these roads and streets. For Onka, following becomes increasingly difficult as more and more people gather around the samurais and the porters. Shiernien even has to gently push a few villagers. They cheer and applaud prince Gengi -the Citadel's benefactor and guarantor of its neutrality in the constant bickering of the Clan's Shoguns.

Elsewhere,  Hayato  mingles with villagers and travelers, eavesdropping for conversations and information, soaking in everything. Rumors abound about tonight's Festivities, some feel hopeful that Prince Gengi will finally try to claim the title of Daimyo and put an end to the low intensity hostilities. Some other talk about the prince's many lovers and bastards, but such conversation usually ends up in fights and shoveling.

 Leylek,  among the steady flow of the port, a small boat floating to the northern edge of the inner lagoon catches your attention. It is manned by four oarsmen and glides quietly away from the pier, whatever they carry is covered with a large dark canvas.


 Ahalya  asks for directions to reach the emple and walks toward the high temple following the pier and then long slope of a street that climbs straight into the mountain. From afar, you can make the lines of the high temple on a plateau in the middle of the climb where the road forks toward the regent's palace on one side and the citadel fortress on the other.  If the smells and colors of the docks were new, the richly decorated walls and streets are a sight that's more familiar. The devotion to nature and Kamis may be different, but the spirit and the festivities are unmistakable. As you climb you see a big crowd a few streets up, they turn the corner and then you spot Genji's procession with the samurais. All climb towards the temple.

All
There's music everywhere and the almond trees are starting to bloom. The hilltops and the mountaintops are still covered with snow.

 
 Spoiler: OoC 
 What do you do? and specify rolls for more information
 
Metastachydium
Leylek narrows his angry orange eyes as he follows the movements of the boats, trying, at the same time, to keep half an eye on the streets below as well. Experience in his current, undignified station tells him that this could also be trouble, and not the sort he craves. Nor the sort he knows to need his immediate and closer attention, nevertheless, but he stays alert.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Perception:  (1d20+5)[ 6 ]  to notice anything amiss, incl. markings, familiar shapes and the like on the boat;
Knowledge (geography):  (1d20+3)[ 5 ]  to see if he knows of anything that way the boat might be heading towards.
 
Auranghzeb
 Leylek 

You absentmindedly see the boat reach the northern edge of the lagoon, but the gleaming light of the sun shining against the almost still water moves like the grass in the steppe transporting you to older times when you served the Horse Lady and her Hordes of brutal warriors swarming the borders of the Jade Empire. You remember Kalyek, your brother, and the memory is sweet and painful, as vivid and real as the people working in the port if not more.
When you finally snap out of the daydream, the boat is making its way back across the water, two of the oarsmen missing and no apparent load on it. You scan the shore and see nothing.
Cygnia
Ahalyā, still taking in the sights, knew enough to let the large procession (with its armed samurai) pass.  For now, she was in no hurry, enjoying the experience of just Being Here.  She would make it to the temple in due time, yes, and pay her respects.  The walk up the mountain would be worth it.

 (1d20+8)[ 12 ]   Know: religion
Luccan
Hayato drifts through the crowds as they turn their attention to the prince's procession, gathering what he can while everyone is occupied with the royal arrival

Gather Information  (1d20+5)[ 24 ] 
Auranghzeb
 Ahalyā 

The procession passes and you follow the stream of people rising through the stairs, chanting Genji's name but as you ascend, the collective voices rise as a repetitive chant, it's almost a mantra, and while your understanding of Rokugani is good, these must be ancient words which meaning you ignore. Surely a religious chant. The stream of people moves with purpose up and up the hill and past the last line of houses through well kept and expertly placed terraces of Almond trees and Cherry trees. One could fool oneself into thinking this is "nature" but these terraces are man made. The tiny white flowers of the almonds are blooming, the cherries will soon follow. It is truly a sight those terraces to the side of the road, so enthralled are you on them that you barely realize when the procession stops at a gate. Only the Samurai and the porters with the chair are let in by half a dozen Sohei, two high priests and a shrunk man on a dark red kimono. The porters slowly lower the covered chair and slide the courtains as the samurai keep guard on both sides. The expectation grows as prince Genji slowly makes his way out of the chair. He is a handsome man in his early fifties, elegantly dressed in a gold and white kimono. People around you sigh and hold their breath.



 

Gengi approaches the High Priests and lowers his head to graze the hem of their garments, then bows in a deep reverence to the man in the dark red kimono who also bows deeply. People Cheer and the four men climb towards the high temple. As you turn around, you can see the views of the double bay below.




 Hayato 

It costs you some time and a few coins, but you hear interesting rumors. People have both good and bad omens about the Festivities and the future of the citadel, mostly speculation about the war and Genji claiming the Daimyo. You are getting tired of the same stuff when a man with terrible teeth and dirty nails pulls the sleeve of your kimono.

  Misser  -he slithers through a reeking wrecked messed of a mouth   I've seen sumtin in the woods that nobody believes   he says conspicuously. The wretched man could be a lunatic, but you are desperate to find anything useful so you go ahead and buy him a drink and some pork ribs from one of the many vendors.

  Not two days ago I was minding my business and seeing about if the early trout were swimming up a nice cold stream I know well, when I heard the noise of horses and men. I laid flat in my stomach and approached slowly thinking they could be bandits. But no, there were around forty men, well geared and ready for battle, they wore no banners and their clothes had nothing to set them apart from farmers. But they were passing around well sharped swords and bows. There was a man to whom they paid more attention. Tall and sturdy, with a large red birthmark on the right side of his neck   

At the mention of this man, you shake with rage. This is the man. It must be. The wretched vagrant goes on.

  These men were up to no good, they hid their weapons in baskets and crates and set way to the south bend of the river. I have been telling everyone that these were Crab ninjas, but they don't believe old Daruto.  

Another man violently and friendly slaps Daruto in the back of the head   HAHAHA Daruto! You want to convice everyone that you snuck behind a group of ninjas? hahahah Don't pay attention to this drunk mister  
Luccan
Hayato smiles politely despite the increase in his pulse and says  I try not to discount the wisdom of my elders, however it comes. Tell me now, where was this stream so that I can keep away from wayward Shinobi? 
Alhallor
Onka pressed by numerous people frantically searches around. He needed to find a spot to get through these masses of people, if he wasn't the first to make an impression he would needed to be the last to really make an impact, but being the first dancer would just be the best.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Perception:  (1d20+9)[ 21 ] 
Tumble to get through people?:  (1d20+13)[ 18 ]  I don't know if this really works, but it seems the closest to get through a crowd.
 
Metastachydium
Leylek's scowl only deepened at the thought. He never thought he'd miss the great grass and his stupid brother so much. Well, him and Zhaz-Kizil, his stupid brother's stupid mate, and Cousin Akkush, and Kitshik, greeting the sun with her slender neck bent and slender bill raised… The Karakatans and the broad crescent of the Baltalint riding before the Horse Lady, calling the enemy with quick, short warcries. It is an awful distraction, and he's very displeased he couldn't avoid it. These days are as good as any, and if war arrives, will be better than most.

His eyes continue to follow the departing boat for a while; he could, of course fly up and over to the north abd take a closer look. But luckily, the little intrusion of thoughts is unlikely to have done much harm. He is assigned to keep watch here; what happens on the waves is not his business, and the farther it happens, the less so. He should, perhaps, mention it when he reports in for the day. His eyes, on the other hand? They are needed here now.
Cygnia
    ...all things work best in balance...     Man-made (or man-placed) the trees might be, at least they were still  here .  To deny Nature its place would turn the world askew.

And it was good to see this prince pay his respects too.

In this pause, Ahalyā idly turned her glance over toward the double bay...

 (1d20+5)[ 24 ]   Perception
Auranghzeb
 Hayato 
The intruder laughs harder at your remark, making Daruto blush with embarrassment, it is obvious to you that he is the butt of jokes.   Well mister, it is up to you to take the words of this drunkard more seriously than an old woman's complains. The regent and Genji's men would never let any ninjas go through the citadel.     And as quickly and rudely as he appeared he leaves laughing out loud.

Daruto smiles with his wretched teeth and the stench hits you straight in the nose in this crowded place.  Misser, I know what I saw. Ain't no reason for me to lie. There were armed and the man with the red birthmark seemed to know what he was doing. I don't think you'll find them by the bend on the river, and that's half a day march to the east. But today is as good as any other day to come into the citadel unnoticed 
He finishes his pork ribs and sake and shrugs.
 thank you for the food, do what you want with my story 

And he stumbles away, leaving a scent of decay in the air.




 Onka 

More than tumbling, you dance through the crowd, anticipating it's movement and rhythm as you would know the choreography of the multitude, the dance of the many. That allows you to keep close to the procession, but once in the High temple, there's no chance to cause an impression. the prince and the regent leave everyone behind them to confer away from the sights and ears of people. The stern Sohei and the Samurai stand guard. People soon start to disperse, the town below bursts with activity and they know that there will be time to come back to the temple.
As the crowd disperses, you see something uncommon:
A lean and elegant Vanara with a quiet wolf by her side.


 Leylek 
Your watch moves without incidents except for a few people falling into the water while unloading the ships, a broken leg of sorts and a couple of minor quarrels among the porters and stevedores. Soon you are relieved temporarily. One of the regent's men comes around the corner and signs to you. You have a few hours to wander around before the main ceremony starts. But first, you'll need to take your report to the warehouse you are using as a guard station.



 Ahalyā 

It is in human's nature to transform, much like the big Elephants of your land garden the forests, so do humans help life grow, they do it selfishly, arrogantly, but they do it. The inescapable imperative of life: transformative.
You appreciate Genji`s reverence to the priests, whom you quickly identify as prominent religious figures of this town. Nothing here seems to reek of evil or unbalance. These men and women seem to honor the land and appreciate it's beauty. Yet, a feeling in the back of your neck tells you that this is the place.


 
 Spoiler: OoC 
What do you do in the next few hours? This is a good time for more intervention from you as players: divinations? More gather information?
 
Metastachydium
Leylek bows to the regent's man; it's a shallow bow, but polite enough. He then stretches his wings once, twice and hops off his perch. He might as well ride some now, the way he rides: on winds. Rising in a slow, lazy half-circle, he inspects the streets below once more and heads for the warehouse. He has questions to ask, he reminds himself, beyond what he'd have to relay anyhow. He might as well put this shift behind himself as is proper.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Perception, just in case:  (1d20+5)[ 8 ] 
 
Alhallor
Onka was shifting, weaving and bobbing through the crowds, almost losing itself in the rhythm of it all, forgetting his initial objective when it just... Suddenly stopped. How can they just close the doors? It was almost insulting in it's mundanity.

Well he could just wait before the doors would open again, but his breakfast did fall flat today and who knows how long that would actually take? He just couldn't stand still and walked over towards the Vanara his hand raised in greeting.

 Greetings! New in town? Care to grab a bite to eat? It's on me of course, I do feel generous today.  With a look on the wolf.  And perhaps a bit of meat for your... Big dog? What breed is this? 
Cygnia
The canine appeared to give Onka a look of indignation, but the vanara gave the beast a reassuring skritch behind its ears.  Still, the animal looked at the newcomer warily.

   "She's a wolf, good stranger -- and my dear friend.  Are you from this town then?"     The vanara grinned.     "Food would be most welcomed, yes!  I am Ahalyā and this is Raksha!"   
Auranghzeb
The hours move fast on a festive day. Leylek spends some time kiting around the bay and stretching the old wings and enjoy the passing of the day, late winter, the snow still crowning the mountaintops, the soft breeze announcing the spring. You fill your report on the old warehouse where the regent's men are sheltered from the activity in the village and the citadel. You have time to eat, but you are informed that you will be part of the regent's security detail during the Dragon's ascend at sunset. You have been informed of what this is, a large paper and wood dragon will head the regent's committee to the High Temple, where the Shujenja will conduct the ceremony of Spring, iniviting the Kami to release the forces of spring. Your job will be to oversee everything from the air. You have to be ready in 4 hours.

Ahalyā and Onka come down to the many food posts along the main street and the port and have their pick of food for them and the wolf. Some people are scared of the animal, but many identify Ahalya as what she is, a santified person, and do not mess with them.



Hayato, suspecting foul play you move among the people and gather information about the festivities and the order of events. There will be a moment when the regent and prince Genji be exposed: the Dragon's Ascent. It could well be that the ninja will strike then.


 
 Spoiler: OoC 
What do you do in those 4 hours?
 
Alhallor
 Well, not exactly from this town.  Onka made a hand gesture that could mean anything or nothing at all.  I live there for the moment, wandering where the wind leads me. I'm Onka by the way. 

After getting some choice food bits.  I'm waiting for a chance to perform before prince Genji, you probably saw the carriage and the commotion? Getting into the court of the venerated may just give me some great personal chances. And what have let you here? Also trying to get a glimpse of the prince or did the kami or fate drew you towards this place at this moment? 
 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Onka try's to take a look at the time and be one of the first to be at the gate again.
 
Metastachydium
Leylek is  somewhat  pleased as he takes to wing again (or, at any rate, what passes as  pleased  for warriors of his dour temperament). What he is to do in mere hours might be undignified surveillance, but it is to be done in service of the regent – an honour, certainly. And a task, again, that few others could perform in his stead. Perhaps he will even get to fight, and not the overeager common folk swarming the streets: the regent's men seemed to all but ignore the strange vessel with its cargo unseen, but their calling in more troops than usual and more eyes for more caution paints them as nervous.

As he soars on the currents to preserve his strength for the late hours, the crane narrows his eyes to try and gouge the distance to that northern shore. Much to his chagrin (that borders on indignation, in fact), he  will  have to eat and his time is limited. He'll have to tame his body, eventually – and cope, until then.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

What's one even roll to guess a distance and the time needed to traverse it? Survival:  (1d20+6)[ 14 ] ? Knowledge (geography):  (1d20+3)[ 16 ] ?
 
Cygnia
Ahalyā let out a throaty chuckle.     "Fate, fate, fate, yes, yes, yes!"    Her chopsticks snagged a particularly plump  har gow  and she offered it to a grateful Raksha (even a wolf could pull out the puppy dog eyes if quality food was around).     "The spirits of my home land -- they are uneasy, yes.  They lead me here!  NOW!  Now, I need to speak with spirits  here  now, yes?  Hear what they know -- if they are uneasy too!  Find out  why !"   

The vanara's head bobbed eagerly as she paused to take a sip of tea.
Auranghzeb
 Leylek  flies towards the edge of the lagoon, trying to find out whatever happened with the people who left the boat. Soon you spot them, two men sit around two large wooden crates and some baskets not two hundred feet away from you under the shade of the trees. They are eating. They don't pay much attention to you or any other bird whatsoever. They seem relaxed. Upon closer inspection, flying close to them you see the inscription on the wooden crates "Han-Fireworks".



 Hayato 

You are determined to unmask any intruder to the festivities, but the streets are crowded with people and as the hours pass, they get drunker and drunker. Your vigilant eyes assess people and look for any concealed weapons among the food crates. The steaming aroma of food and the noise of the crowd do not dull your senses. But if the enemy is here, it is yet to reveal himself.

Of all the many colorful people you see, an odd couple draws your attention as you pass by them: a flamboyant young man of delicate and firm manners that speak of steel and grace eats with a Vanara and a large wolf, unconcerned with the crowd.

That and two groups of openly armed men with the Regent's banner who move decisively towards a warehouse in the port.

 Onka and Ahalyā 

Time passes and soon the sun is approaching the water on the other side of the temple. You feel people moving more excited and a little fuss when two group of armed men shove people around impatiently.

The Dragon's Ascent will soon start. People are talking excitedly about the fireworks.
Luccan
Hayato's eyes follow the guards, assessing the warehouse they're headed toward.  That will be something to keep an eye on.  His feet carry him toward the odd trio, an outlier to his expectations so far that needs to be assessed. He adopts a friendly manner and bows politely  Forgive me for the interruption, but it is not often one sees a wise Vanara and with such wild  he nods to the wolf  and refined company   he nods to the man  I would very much like to make your acquaintance. I am Yuta 
Metastachydium
Half-satisfied and half-fuming over wasting his time (fireworks, for the festival, presumably; that would explain quite neatly why the regent's men didn't bat an eye), Leylek turns around, approaching the waterfront again in an effortless glide. It's about time he grabbed something to eat, and a meal would indeed be well-deserved, given how thoroughly he chose to proceed.
Auranghzeb
 Leylek
 

You start making your way back and catch a current of warm air rising you above the skyline and carrying you softly, kiting above the packed village.

 
 Spoiler: OoC 
Perception please
 

 

You find the port packed. You have about an hour to eat and report.



 The Rest
 
While you talk and eat the short winter day starts to come to an end, long lines of dusky light start to appear and change the colors of the trees, the people, the food. Whether you want to stay in port, talk more with Yuta (Hayato) or start your ascent to the temple before it gets too crowded, this is the moment to make a decision.
Cygnia
The vanara grinned happily as the new person approached them.     "Hello, hello!  I am Ahalyā and this is Onka!  And this--"    She gestured to the now-suddenly alert wolf eying Yuta.     "--is Raksha!  Are you here for the festival too? Are you from here?"   

The wolf gave a soft nudge towards Ahalyā, who seemed oblivious to the gesture.  Here was another new hoomin.  They were  supposed  to be talking to the local spirits.  Instead, Ahalyā cheerfully ate dumplings and chattered with strangers.  The one called Onka said he wasn't from here, ergo time to move on.
Auranghzeb
Leylek

The gleaming sun over the water hurts your sight forcing you to end your surveilance flight earlier than expected. You head back to a food stool you trust, with old friendly Rameek, a Hadooze mercanary turned street cook that makes the tastier spicy shrimp dumplings and gyozas and set to eat before reporting to escort duties. There's barely time to gulp down the food and head back to the warehouse.
On your way there you see the large paper dragon that will climb the temple stairs and the close to twenty dancer-porters that will carry it up.

Once in the  warehouse, your sergeant is giving instructions to the regent's men. Six samurais you have never seen are squatting in silence. Then, from a room in the back two figures in elegant kimonos emerge. It is the regent and a man you have never seen, but you immediately know must be Prince Genji. How did they get here unnoticed you don't know. Everyone bows to them as your sergeant stops mid-sentence and both men head to the warehouse double doors. Outside, dusk is settling in and the night air caresses the citadel with a soft breeze. The regent and the prince stop at the still closed doors and are surrounded by the regent's men. And four of Genji's samurais with two more staying further back. You have your instructions, air cover. The doors open and the contingent moves towards the paper dragon swiftly, for a moment they remain unnoticed, until the light of the many lamps carried on long poles lit their faces and the crowd explodes in joy.

The music starts and the Dragon starts its ascent.


 The others 

You start climbing the stairs where people are starting to fill in every gap on the side of the streets and guards and sohei from the temple try to control them. music burst from way down the street, close to where you were and joyous chants climb the dying day. You dally for a moment and set your way up.


EVERYONE
Roll perception rolls describe what you do.
Alhallor
Onka waves towards Yuta, happy that the Vanara introduces him, smiling and giving a little bow.  Greetings, I'm just here to enjoy the festivities, perhaps I can garner a chance to perform before the prince, you never know, right? 

When the festivities seem to be about to start, Onka dalies a bit before it strucks him that he really should try to get a good spot.  I'll try to get a better vantage point. See you later. 

As before Onky try's to weave through the crowd, to see the dragon or the prince. His chance would come.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Perception:  (1d20+9)[ 14 ] 
Tumble to move through crowd:  (1d20+13)[ 19 ] 
Sorry but I was really bound up in easter. It should be better now at least.
 
Metastachydium
Leylek bows with the rest, more respectfully than before. This is the Prince himself, after all. The Warbringer, if luck will have it.   By your command.   he receives his order, reiterated by the sergeant, his voice dry and official, suppressing all undertones of offense over being relegated to guard duty yet again. Once outside, he's quick to rise into the air as instructed, scanning the lamplit crowd below thoroughly, but with mild interest – and mild displeasure. Don't these people know dignity? Know better than to swarm about like that?

No matter; he is to watch and not to judge. Mentally reminding himslef not to get startled by the fireworks (in that regard, the trip might not have been in vain, ultimately), he weaves left and right in the darkness up above, keeping the procession's pace.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Perception:  (1d20+5)[ 12 ] 
 
Auranghzeb
 Hayato and Ahalyā 

You see Onka dive into the crowd smoothly, captured by the music. There's a feeling of rapture in the crowd, humans reverting to their essence of animals. Soon there's a good amount of people separating you from Onka, who continues moving and dancing through the people towards the temple as all ascend. Behind you, about two hundred yards, you see the people opening up and the head of the Dragon emerge, surrounded by poles carrying lamps and the rhythmic sound of  drums .

Ahalya, you can respect the ancient rituals and the eerie music.

Hayato, there's too many people, your instincts drive you to notice the rooftops and parallel alleys that could provide escape routes.

 
Onka  

Moving through the crowd proves more difficult than in the morning, people are drunk and their patterns more difficult to predict. Yet, in a matter of moments, you are halfway trough the first part of the way, almost at the edge of town where the houses give way to the curated terraced gardens. Here people start to find places under the trees to watch the Dragon and the stone stairs become less crowded. The sun gives way to a pale new moon and a starry sky and people take on a ghostly look with their lanterns.

Up you see the sugenja and the priests coming down to meet the dragon at the gate. You could perform there...


 Leylek 

The night is going to be dark. You know that much. You don't spot anything else than the moving crowd taking places along the main street and the stony stairs as a river that flows backward from the port to the mountains.


Suddenly, a light flares up the sky on the other side of they lagoon and people cheer. Seconds later, more flares fly up towards the sky and explode in all manners of colors and shapes. Drums beat harder.

 
Rakhsha and Ahalyā 

Poor Rakhsha is disgusted by the fireworks and you can feel how the wave of spirits is disrupted by the explosions.


The Dragon is now 250 feet from Hayato and Ahalya...


 
 Spoiler: OoC 

What do you do?


Listen checks are made at -15 due to the noise
Shadowy illumination

Moving in the crowd is difficult terrain and provides partial cover from ranged attacks. Any attacks inside the crowd have a 20% chance of hitting a passerby. Climbing to a house requieres a Climb DC of 15 and you can run on the rooftops with a balance check of 15. Missing by 10 means you fall. Most houses are close enough to jump from one to the next with a 10 DC running start jump.
 
Luccan
Hayato moves to slip out of the crowd and up to the roof where he can move more freely. It would be easier to keep an eye from up there as well. He will attempt to remain out of sight from onlookers

 
 Spoiler 

Climb  (1d20+5)[ 25 ] 
Stealth  (1d20+10)[ 12 ] 
Balance  (1d20+10)[ 11 ] 
 
Cygnia
Finally sensing how uncomfortable Raksha is, Ahalyā nodded     "Yes, yes, we go.  Find spirits and try to calm them down.  Too much noise!"    
   "About time,"    murmured the wolf with a slight whimper, only heard by Ahalyā's ears.  Vanara and wolf tried to start going back down -- or at least away from the crowds, maybe find a side passage or an alley to make their way to the outskirts and, through there, to the woods.

 (1d20+7)[ 9 ]  (Perception)

 
 Spoiler: Statblock 

   Ahalyā   
F CG Vanara Shaman,  Level  5,  Init  2,  HP  27/27,  Speed  30
 AC  16,  Touch  13,  Flat-footed  14,  Fort  6,  Ref  7,  Will  13,  Base Attack Bonus  3
   Unarmed Strike   +5 (1d6-1, x2)
   MW Sickle   +6 (1d6-1, x2)
 Least Crystal of Adaptation Leather Armor +1  (+3 Armor, +2 Dex, +1 Deflect)
 Abilities  Str 9, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 16, Wis 20, Cha 16
 Condition  Endure Elements (from Least Crystal of Adaptation)
Low-Light Vision
 
Alhallor
The view was perfect. The ghostly people with they're lanterns, the starry sky the procession getting towards the gate, metting the dragon. It was simply ideal. Just a bit more way towards the gate. Quickly he try'd to obtain two lanterns, to set the right illumination and rushed towards the gate, setting the two lanterns to shed him in the mysterious light like the people and begins his performance when he's sure the procession can see him.

Already beginning with movements that seem more martial and dangerous than a normal performance, Onka was breathing heavily, his hair, now unchained flew around his head like it was a being not attached to the dancer, when he performed delicate, precise and agressive movements.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Trying to get two lanterns, for 5 gold per lantern for the correct mood lighting. If he doesn't get them fast he doesn't use em. If people want more (up to 20 gold) Onka just pays in a hurry. Onka also unconsciously falls in the Dance of Steel, though I doubt that he can perform the whole 10 minutes.

Perform (dance):  (1d20+14)[ 33 ]  and for the more exaggerated movements
Tumble:  (1d20+13)[ 22 ] 

Binding check:  (1d20+9)[ 28 ]  (1d20 + Level (5) + Cha-modifier (4) correct?)
 
Metastachydium
A little victory is achieved, and the fireworks fail to surprise Leylek at all, but, dislike it as he may, this doesn't make the spectacle any less loud. Or bright, for that matter, dancing in the corner of his eyes. Combined with the unruly crowd, the dubious luminosity the lamps provide and the tightly packed roofs of the village below… This is when he'd strike. He, or anyone with half a mind. The trusted flying sentinel that he is must stay alert now, more than ever.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Perception:  (1d20+5)[ 18 ] 
 
Auranghzeb
 Onka 

There's no need for borrowed lamps for effects, and no time to convince people, the circle around the gate is lit appropriately with colored paper lamps and the glow of the fireworks above.
Instead you focus on binding Iron Fist: You dance and trace his sigil amidst the crowd and your hands take the color of steel. But while your hurried attempt succeeds, you make a bad pact and feel the voice, in language you don't speak, murmur in your head.


 Ahalya 

Moving to down the street you find a space in between two houses with a high stone foundation, you climb there and feel immediate relief from the crowd. Not from the noise. From there, you peer up the stonestairs and see Onka dancing feverishly; and then the spirit of a man, clear to your eyes that pierce the void, dancing alongside Onka, 10 feet tall, and merging with the young dancer.

 Hayato 

You move swiftly to the houses on the side and climb with ease, but the roof of the house you chose is slippery with ice and you fall prone on the edge of the roof, scarcely managing to remain perched there. You kneel on the roof collecting yourself.


 Leylek 
Now you'd stike! This has the smell of an ambush and you grow tense with the noise and the shifting lights. Then as the fireworks lit the night, you see someone perched on a roof, crouched in a stalking position, not 150' away from the Dragon's head. and about 300' away from you.
Cygnia
    "EEP! I said I was looking for spirits!  Why did he not tell me he knew a spirit?"    
   "Maybe he isn't aware?"    Raksha suggested.

   "Oooh, this could be bad, Raksha -- I did not prepare the blessing to protect against the bad spirits today! He could be in danger!"    Ahalyā rapped the side of her head with her knuckles.      "Ohhh, think think think think think!"    

Not all spirits were hostile to mortals.  And this one appeared to be dancing before it merged into Onka.  Maybe it wanted to experience the dance better?

 (1d20+8)[ 26 ]  Knowledge (dunno  which  Knowledge, but her modifier is the same)
Metastachydium
The feathers around Leyleks eyes arrange themselves in such a fashion that is difficult to describe the image as anything other than an irate frown. There it is; what he's been waiting for, throughout these years. The promise of a real fight, a fated fight. One that matters. His beak opens wide in a silent, wordless cry and his feet kick out grabbing at the air. With some luck, the regent's men are bright enough to make sure someone watches for his signals: given his orders, that's all he can do without revealing his position. Instead of wasting any more time, he turns slightly in the air and shoots forward, descending like an arrow towards…  The empty air some 20 feet behind the skulker. 
 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Alright. This might not work, but hear me out. A creature with a fly speed can run in a straight line through air. Leylek has a 20' fly speed, which is 80' per round when running. Now, if he is 40' up (I never specified, but he can reach that altitude in 2 rounds, so he had plenty of time to do so) and the roof with the skulker is no taller than 15/20' or so, he should be able to travel along a clear downwards pointing trajectory, doubling the above speed figure. With 160' of movement, he should be able to reach the designated point in a round. I'll adjust that as needed.

Now, a ridiculously unlikely Stealth:  (1d20-8)[ 12 ]  (+12, -20 for running); I hope the fireworks will help with that; and
Perception:  (1d20+5)[ 24 ]  to scan the skulker once close enough.
 
Alhallor
Onka felt the whisper he sometimes heard when initiating the traditional dance and felt a rush of confidence surging through him. He become more boldly, grasping some lamps, flinging them in the air imitating the flickering flames, using his hands and feet to juggle the lanterns, getting more rash and riskier with every sharp breath he took.

It didn't even really mattered anymore if he got the attention of the prince, only the movements mattered, the flames and the rush of halfway getting up a building, grasping the lanterns, getting them higher and higher in the air, catching them to get them back to the ground.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Even more dancing!
Perform: dancing:  (1d20+14)[ 24 ] 
Tumble:  (1d20+13)[ 33 ] 
Perhaps climb?  (1d20+1)[ 16 ] 
 
Luccan
Hayato attempts to recover his breathing and turns his attention outward, to the roof tops and taller buildings as well as the crowd. Somewhere would be his quarry. He takes a slow breath and prepares to move, turning invisible the moment he sees the move being made.

 
 Spoiler: roll 

Perception
 (1d20+8)[ 19 ] 

Time to find out if Hayato is the target of a bird attack
 
Auranghzeb
 Ahalya 

Onka is a binder, or at least has the ability to bind vestiges, spirits lost in the Void that cannot be free. Whether you approve that or not, is up to you. But what you just witnessed is the binding of a vestige.

 Onka 

Your frenetic dance draws the attention of the crowd who cheer and start clearing the way for you.


 Leylek and Hayato 

Despite your clumsy flight, the noise of the fireworks is too loud and Hayato does not see you approaching. You see a crouched man, holding his balance on a flimsy rooftop, apparently unarmed.


 Everyone 

...but right at that moment, the world seems to pause with a boom.. a loud explosion 100' feet from the rooftop where Hayato is crouching shakes the street to the ground and screams of panic and pain come from everywhere, dense smoke and debris filling the air in a 20' cloud.
And screams of alarm and alert.

 Ambush ambush. Protect the prince! 
 
 Spoiler: OoC 
Roll initiatives
 
Metastachydium
The skulker might seem unarmed; but he fights unarmed himself. And assassins tend to know how to conceal the tools of their trade. This gives the bird a moment of pause; but then, all explodes into motion and sound. An ambush! Leylek mouths silent curses in the old tongue of his people. An ambush on his watch. This puts the skulker's presence in an all new context as well. His blood begins to boil with fury. He'll not take his chances. The crane shoots forward, legs outstretched. If this is a foe, the samurai's will handle the man better – once his on the ground below.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Initiative:  (1d20+4)[ 6 ] 

Sorry, Luccan! This is a delicate thing to balance; actually trying to hurt Hayato would be a jerk move, but just leaving him skulk on would be too weird. Leylek tries to Bull Rush him off the roof, which gives you an AoO. Charging STR check:  (1d20+4)[ 20 ] 

Leylek intends to remain airborne, but if that's not an option, I'll add a Balance check too:  (1d20+11)[ 17 ] 
 
Alhallor
The massive explosion couldn't have been better. If it was actually behind Onka and not in a total different direction, why weren't they highlighting him more? This could not stand!

With a burst of Speed Onka ran towards the carriage of the prince, if someone was stealing his show they would surely regret it. If they're still people in the way, Onka just sidesteps them or slides beneath them to get to his goal.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Tell me if the wrong pact is a bit too much.

I don't know how far away the potential attackers are but with a ground speed of 40 feet and Onka really just running he get's 160 feet in a round. (Speed x4 unarmored)
I'm not sure if I can still Tumble in that condition but should it be necessary
Tumble:  (1d20+16)[ 22 ]  Thanks to skill Focus it's a +3

And should he see anyone who wants to attack the prince (and therefore steal his show!) He charges them.
Attack:  (1d20+12)[ 21 ] 
Damage:  (1d8+4)[ 6 ]  and  (1d12)[ 4 ]  damage counts as magic. AC is 19.
 
Cygnia
   "SKREE!  Ohhh, this is even more bad!"    People -- not just this prince -- would be hurt!

Ahalyā was no grim-driven fighter.  But protection and healing, yes, that she could do!  Of course, it did no one any good if she herself was taken out of this assault before she could do anything!

   "Come, Raksha -- we help!"     Ahalyā murmured the words of prayer to help protect herself and her wolf better...

 
 Spoiler: Actions 

 (1d20+2)[ 3 ]  Initiative
Casting   Shield of Faith   on herself (which will also be shared by Raksha) +2 deflection bonus for 5 minutes
 
Auranghzeb
Battle starts amidst the cloud of dust and debris. The sound of steel against steel is audible even through the screams of panic a pain. The crowd attempts to disperse.

The samurais and the regent's men fall back into a defensive circle around the regent and Genji. The regent is unnarmed, but Genji wields his famous katana. and yells instructions to his men.

One of them cleaves through two of the attacking mob ripping his head out of the hooded shoulders. There are a dozen of them, wielding iron clubs. But from where you are, you see they are not the real threat, as figures emerge on the rooftops of the adjacent buildings.

As this takes place (during initiative 21 and 19), Leylek crashes against an unsuspecting Hayato, sending the Ninja tumbling down the rooftop into a canvas flas that slows the fall to the street.

Leylek himself almost tumbles down, but manages to barely hover and stay aloft.  (This happedened at the end of the previous turn).


The crowd moves away, though some join the samurai in fightning the assailants.

The Temple sohei rush to the gates of the temple, ready to join the fight. But as they do, part of the crowd (about twelve of them) at the temple plaza where Onka still dances, draw wakisashis and tonfas and prepare to charge at them (initiative count). The sugenja of the temple are also rushing down from further up, this is a suicide mission for the assailants, they will be eventually outnumbered, but...

 
 Spoiler: OoC 
Situation: Onka is at the plaza where half a dozen sohei fight twelve armed man about 20' away from his position. Further up the temple (50' from the gate) the suhenja are getting ready to respond. The rest are at the end of the street and roughly 40' from the main fight. Moving downhill against the crowd is difficult terrain.

What do you do?
 
Metastachydium
Leylek is almost pleased to have eyes set wide enough to glower (mostly annoyed) at whoever he just removed from this roof and (very indignant) at the filthy mob daring to assault his charges. This cannot stand, not a moment further. While more attackers using the high ground helps reinforce the notion his previous target was no innocent bystander, getting back up and a weapon ready will cost the man some time. The regent and the prince are getting mobbed  now . Turning, the crane kicks himself forward in the air, shooting towards the tumult with talons ready.   UP ON THE ROOFS!   he bellows a quick warning to the samurai, hoping he can outscreech the noise of fighting – and he readies himself for  impact .

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Alright, use the version that fits the facts  on the ground  in&amp;around the air the best:
–if Leylek is within 40' of the closest Rooftop Assailant, he  charges :  (1d20+10)[ 19 ]  for  (1d8+4)[ 8 ]  magical bludgeoning and  (1d12)[ 8 ]  Flying Kick extra damage;
–if he can't do that, he gains altitude and moves to get within 80' of the Rooftop Crew.

He screeches a warning regardless.
 
Alhallor
Onka is positively enraged, with two different battles going on he is hard-pressed to decide what to do. But the samurai are already protecting the regent, they are clearly powerful individuals and the sohei are currently outnumbered. And it seems they are also people on the rooftops! With an angry shout Onka runs towards one of the assailants who are attacking the sohei at the gate. Thankfully the crowd gives him enough room.

He jumps towards one of the assailants, uses his shoulder to get more leverage and getting towards the roofs.

Should he be in range of an attacker, he simply punches him with one of his iron-coated fists.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
OK, hear me out. I run towards the attackers who hinder the sohei (and possibly the shugenja.) Slightly irritate them by using one of them as a jumping off point and trying to get towards a roof, trying to Substitute a Jump Check with Tumble (suffering a AoO in the process, probably.) If that doesn't work I use a bystander. If that doesn't work Onka try's to get towards a roof in any other way, but he suspects the roof-dwellers to be especially show-stealing.
Checks:

Tumble:  (1d20+16)[ 36 ] 

Jump:  (1d20+3)[ 11 ] 

Normal attack:  (1d20+10)[ 21 ] 
Damage:  (1d8+4)[ 11 ] 
 
Cygnia
Ahalyā chittered in irritation.     "Threats everywhere!  ACK!  What to do what to do?!"   

There at least appeared to be warriors taking to the rooftops to deal with that particular threat, if that screech was anything to go by.  No, her place was on the ground, to hopefully aid this prince in case his protectors faltered.

But she could at least help those protectors with an ally...

Ahalyā began to pray....

 
 Spoiler: Action 

Casting   Summon Nature's Ally 3   for a Lion.  That should help freak out the bad guys!
 
Auranghzeb
The circle of enemies fights with brutality against the samurai and the few brave villagers that join their ranks. Some other carry the wounded away from the fight. The explosion sent fragments of clay and shrapnel.

Two samurais, a human an a kenku, protect the regent and fend off three attackers, while Genji strikes dead two more with swift move of his blade, he is indeed a legendary warrior.

But the threat from above is deadly, the rooftop erupt with a series of darts from long blowguns. Two of the samurai fall down grasping their throats and Genji gets hits twice.

As a large lion materializes in the middle of the street, children, women, men run in despair.

Onka rushes towards the nearest house, and jumps on, leaning on a barrel, then a post, then the roof, from there, he can see the enemies drawn against the dusk lights and a bright yellow moon, they are 50' away. (The Sohei are on the other side of the plaza opposite the first line of houses)

Leylek flies from roof to roof and bashes an enemy in the face... or so he thinks, at the last moment, the ninja in the rooftop turns his head and rolls with the blow, negating your momentum and possibly sending you down. you are caught by surprise by the technique.  
 Spoiler: OoC 
best thing about being a DM, I get goodies you don't: Counter Charge roll an opposed Dex check vs DC 16
 
Alhallor
Onka, still angry, rushes towards the attackers on the roof, jumps in the air and try's to kick one of them as hard as possible. If he can avoid them doing more harm than they're already done, he would do so.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Onka charges the nearest attacker. With his movement he should be able to. With the current rules I guess I can't do another attack combined with a charge? And if yes I can do so but without the charge damage bonus added twice? In case I can make another attack, I'll roll it. (thanks for Two-Weapon-Fighting for granting another attack!)
Attack:  (1d20+10)[ 23 ] 
Damage:  (1d8+4)[ 11 ]  and an additional  (1d12)[ 12 ] 
Attack 2:  (1d20+10)[ 20 ] 
Damage 2: (1d8+4)[ 10 ] 
AC is currently 19
Touch is 18.
 
Metastachydium
Leylek's eyes narrow, even as he foils the brazen attempt at foiling  him .   How  DARE  you?!   he screeches; what exactly is dared (assaulting the regent? The Prince? Not dying when kicked in the face by a bird?) Leylek is not entirely sure. But he does feel anger, no, righteous  fury  welling up inside him as he whirls around to kick and peck.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Flurry at… I don't know, whatever ninjas are available within reach (with 5' step or otherwise):
 (1d20+6)[ 26 ]  for  (1d8+4)[ 6 ]  magical bludgeoning; and
 (1d206)[ 153 ]  for  (1d8+4)[ 7 ]  magical bludgeoning.
 
Metastachydium
 
 Spoiler: Confirmations and Corrections 

To confirm the critical threat:  (1d20+6)[ 22 ]  for another  (1d8+4)[ 9 ] ; and
 (1d20+6)[ 21 ]  instead of the botched attack roll.
 
Auranghzeb
 
 Spoiler: OoC 
I was waiting for Hayato
 


Leylek, your first kick impacts squarely on the ninja's face and he rolls back on a dime, clearly hurt but still very much able to fight, before your next flurry of attacks, he spins around unimpeded by the narrow surface of the roof and stabs as he draws a concealed dagger that catches you flatfooted, besides the damage you feel a creeping cold clinging to your limbs, making it more difficult to kick back.

None the less, your two next kicks strike true and you hear bone snapping as the second one makes the ninja's knee cave in and he tumbles down the roof.

 
 Spoiler: OoC 
Clinging Shadow Strike Wisdom DC 13 you take 9 damage. Roll the save but I already rolled the miss chance as if you had missed it and you passed both
 


The closest ninja (you can see three aligned on your side of the roof and three more on the other side were a flamboyant folk is also kicking their butts) shoots at you with his blowgun and hits you with a tiny dart.

 
 Spoiler: OoC 
1 damage and poison DC 14 (Fort) if missed you take 1d6 con damage
 



Onka Your charge is met with an evasive maneuver

 
 Spoiler: OoC 
Counter charge, Dex or Str check vs 14  if you pass it both your kicks land home
 


The ninja seems like almost tip toeing on the roof, and strikes at you with a concealed dagger, flat footed, the attack lands and the ninja becomes invisible

 
 Spoiler: OoC 
Drain Vitality: take 6 damage and make a Fort save DC 15 or take 2 Constitution damage. Then the Ninja becomes invisible
 




The other ninja let another barrage of darts fly towards the samurai and genji, hitting the kenku samurai twice. But the battle below seems favorable for your group as Genji and his swordmaster manage to push the perimeter and take the regent inside a house.

Up in the plaza, the sohei are outnumbered, but handle themselves pretty well, even the villagefolks who initially ran, are now picking stones and tools.
Metastachydium
 
 Originally Posted by Auranghzeb 
 The closest ninja (you can see three aligned on your side of the roof and three more on the other side were a flamboyant folk is also kicking their butts) shoots at you with his blowgun and hits you with a tiny dart. 
 

…or so he  thinks  he will. The enraged bird brushes the dart aside a heartbeat before it could hit with an annoyed flick of his wing.    No.    Leylek hisses ominously. The dagger of the first one actually hurt; but this? This only makes him  more  angry. And they hurt another bird down there as well! No more of that. Aided by his wings, the crane slides forward and strikes again.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Deflect Arrows! The dart never had a chance. Now, what follows depends on a couple of things. For the sake of simplicity, I'll assume the ninjas are humans and he can get close enough to the closest with a 5' step (all I know is that the guy can't be adjacent, seeing how there was no AoO); if that's not correct, subtract 2 from the damage (Favoured Enemy; I forgot about it the first time) and add a 2 to the first attack, ignoring the second:
 (1d20+6)[ 12 ]  for  (1d8+6)[ 7 ] ; and
 (1d20+6)[ 9 ]  for  (1d8+6)[ 10 ] 
 
Alhallor
When the assailants grips Onka's leg and threw him off he was shocked for a moment. When he landed his raging anger had simmered down, he took in the enemy's and his (possible) allies and just breathed in.

He runs towards the ninja who countered his first attack, ducked under a swipe and ram his ellbow into his side, rolling away from a possible counter attack, towards the next ninja and delivering a brutal scythe kick towards his legs, jumping away from the second to the third assailant to deliver a jumping kick towards that one.

Onka breathed out.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Activating both Sharpness of Deadly Beauty and Dance of Death, with the Ninja's being 15 feet apart I can reach everyone with my 40 feet movement, even with getting thrown away 10 feet, and thankfully I'm a dancer and can also Tumble with my full move. Should both abilities not be able to be used together, just decrease the damage by 4 (removing Sharpness).

Two tumble attempts to get away from AoO's.
Tumble 1 against 15: (1d20+16)[ 31 ] 
Tumble 2 against 17: (1d20+16)[ 20 ] 

Attack 1st Ninja:  (1d20+10)[ 24 ] 
Damage 1st Ninja:  (1d8+9)[ 12 ] 
Attack 2nd Ninja:  (1d20+10)[ 26 ] 
Damage 2nd Ninja:  (1d8+9)[ 17 ] 
Attack 3nd Ninja:  (1d20+10)[ 26 ] 
Damage 3nd Ninja:  (1d8+9)[ 12 ] 
 
Auranghzeb
Leylek, you deflect the poisonous dart and lunge forward, your two crane kicks miss the opponent, who expertly dodges both attacks and launches a riposte himself, off balance, he misses widely before crouching just in time as the other ninja flies over him to land a kick of his own on you.

They are standing next to each other, but their coordination is perfect and deadly.

 
 Spoiler: OoC 
The first one misses you twice, but the other hits you with a charge for 6 damage (terrible rolls) and then they are standing in forn of you, but you feel flanked
 



Below, a roar is heard...


Onka, you tip toe your deadly dance over the rooftop of two hoses, causing havoc and hitting hard every single enemy with your iron fists. The feeling of arrogance and superiority gives you a rush. The first enemy drops dead from the roof.



 

The remaining two ninjas move toward you and lunge forward striking in unison, you manage to dodge one of their attacks but you are met with the sharp end of a wakizashi, that cuts deep into your right arm.

 
 Spoiler: OoC 
 8 damage
 


Thanks to Leylek and Onka stopping the barrage of poisonous darts, the samurai gain ground and push the enemies back, towards a lion a wolf and a monkey...

The sugenja and the sohei of the temple have their battle under control, or so it seems.
Cygnia
   "HO!  This battle is lost -- lay down your arms and surrender and you may yet be shown mercy!"    The vanara cried out towards the enemy.  Raksha bared her teeth in a snarl and the lion roared its challenge, readying a pounce if any dared to attack their little trio.

 
 Spoiler: Action 

Ahalyā is going to attempt to Intimidate the enemy on the ground into surrendering.  I don't know if 2 angry animals at her beck &amp; call add any sort of positive modifier to the roll ;)

Anyone tries to shoot her, she does have Deflect Arrows.

Both Raksha and the lion are readying attacks if the enemy instead tries to attack Ahalyā.

 (1d20+3)[ 21 ]  (Intimidate)
 

 
 Spoiler: Statblock 

   Ahalyā   
F CG Vanara Shaman,  Level  5,  Init  2,  HP  27/27,  Speed  30
 AC  18,  Touch  15,  Flat-footed  16,  Fort  6,  Ref  7,  Will  13,  Base Attack Bonus  3
   Unarmed Strike   +5 (1d6-1, x2)
   MW Sickle   +6 (1d6-1, x2)
 Least Crystal of Adaptation Leather Armor +1  (+3 Armor, +2 Dex, +3 Deflect)
 Abilities  Str 9, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 16, Wis 20, Cha 16
 Condition  Endure Elements (from Least Crystal of Adaptation)
Low-Light Vision
Shield of Faith: +2 Deflection bonus to AC on her &amp; Raksha (5 minutes)
 
Metastachydium
Leylek shifts up towards the crest of the roof, hissing menacingly (mainly to conceal his hissing from the pain, but still).   I don't  care  how many of you's there.   he declares with grim fury. He pecks and he kicks, once more, weaving dark power into the first strike.   There will be fewer.  Soon.   
 
 Spoiler: OOC 

5' step to not be threatened by both ninjas;
and then a flurry, the first strike being a Soulwarp attempt (if it connects, DC 13 Fort or be nauseated for 1 round; success on the save means sickened for the same duration):
 (1d20+6)[ 11 ]  for  (1d8+6)[ 9 ]  and
 (1d20+6)[ 7 ]  for  (1d8+6)[ 7 ] 
 
Alhallor
Feeling great and powerful and not even slightly concerned about the blood running down his arm.   Who needs arms, when you can do this!  

Onka just jumped into the air, kicking both of his assailants at once, before coming down again, landing exactly like he was standing before.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Attack on 1: (1d20+8)[ 26 ] 
Damage on 1:  (1d8+9)[ 15 ] 
Attack on 2:  (1d20+8)[ 17 ] 
Damage on 2:  (1d8+9)[ 10 ] 
 
Auranghzeb
Ahalya

As the attackers approach you, you notice their eyes show no fear, but pure rage, two charge the summoned lion. and another goes straight after you.
[Spolier]If a 16 hits the lion then it takes 7 damage the other two botched their attacks hard. [/SPOILER]

Mirumoto
There are five more engaged with the samurai. One of them swings his mace two handed to try and crush a young samurai. But Mirumoto parries the attack.

Onka
The ninja on the right rooftop (Onka's) charge agains the dancer.
 
 Spoiler 
2 Wolf fang strikes they flank you with their Island of blades. Attack rolls are 16 (6 damage), 17(7 damage), 9, and 14 (7 damage).
 


Leylek

Leylek's surviving ninja rolls back and then takes a mighty jump with a downward kick.

 
 Spoiler 
Sudden leap + claw of the moon jump check 19, attack 14 (damage 12).
 
BelGareth
Shimura weaved and slid out of the way of one strike, while palming another with the flat of his blade, directing around and back to the attacker, as he did so, he bought back his sword in a two handed swipe swinging behind his head and bringing it back around with force, much like a simple aikido chop, it finished his kata, and moved smoothly to the next one, simple chops and sweeps to his foe to put them on the defensive, allowing him to position them for a finishing move.

He was almost smiling, if it weren't for the famous stoicism of the samurai, he may have split a smile. Instead, he continued the dance, manipulating arms, blades, and weapons alike, like a gardener in harvest season.

 
 Spoiler 

Attack the closest one:
  Attack 1  - (1d20+11)[ 30 ] 
  Damage  - (1d10+7)[ 16 ] 
  Attack 2  - (1d20+6)[ 22 ] 
  Damage  - (1d10+7)[ 17 ] 
 
 Spoiler: crits 

  Attack 1 crit confirm  - (1d20+11)[ 18 ] 
  Crit Extra Damage  - (1d10+7)[ 9 ] 
   Attack 2 crit confirm  - (1d20+6)[ 8 ] 
  Crit Extra Damage  - (1d10+7)[ 17 ]  
 

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai  Level  5,  Init  3,  HP  51/51,  Speed  30
 AC  18  Touch  14  Flat-footed  15
 Fort  +7  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Abilities  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition  None
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [3/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3]
 Boon  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 0/1 essentia invested
 
Metastachydium
Humbled, as it were, by his inability to land a blow, and, accordingly, quite furious with  himself  as well now, Leylek can feel the red mist on his mind lower for long enough to let him weave out of the kick aimed at his head with fluid ease and, at the same time, sense an opening as the terrible nuisance of a ninja he battles bends forward from the momentum of his own downward motion. Not wasting the time on further boasting or taunts, the bird's long neck arcs forward to peck at the base of the man's neck, twice.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Flurry of the beak:  (1d20+6)[ 23 ]  for  (1d8+6)[ 11 ]  and
 (1d20+6)[ 8 ]  for  (1d8+6)[ 10 ] 
 
Alhallor
Onka, seeing himself confronted with a hail of attacks, repeats the section of the Dance of the Iron Fist, lovingly called "Thousand spears don't find they're way". His leight body weaves away from attacks, like the reed in a harsh storm and the last possible hit he simply swats away with one of his Iron-coated fists.

He delivers another brutal scythe-kick with his right foot to the newly arrived foe and hammers his left hand on the shoulder of the other one, still keeping his momentum.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Sharpness of Deadly Beauty: Turn 3 of 4.
Attack 1:  (1d20+8)[ 26 ]  Against the newly charged foe.
Damage 1:  (1d8+9)[ 14 ] 
Attack 2:  (1d20+8)[ 27 ] 
Damage 2:  (1d8+9)[ 11 ] 

Did I get another one of the attackers and another joined the frey? I was not sure from the description.
 
Auranghzeb
Onka

You move through the enemies snaping their necks with furious fists and kicks while softly, barely, grazing the rooftops. You end up the section of the dance with a spin an a gentle arabesque. while the two ninjas roll down the rooftop.


Leylek

You finally land a deadly blow to the ninja's neck and the taste of blood is intoxicating.

Shimura

Your first attack cuts the enemy down as if he were made of bamboo, the cut so fast across chest and right shoulder that the bone separates cleanly and the very shock end the man's life.

Then you move into the other with the same momentum and pierce his liver with a lunging stab as the poor guy tried to parry your two handed overhead swing. He drops, bleeding and pale.

The samurai next to you move a one and eliminate the threat.

The only few left are engaged with a lion! and a large wolf! about 30 feet up the street.
Cygnia
The lion roared in anger and in pain as its attacker cut into it and lashed out with a pointy-ended paw in response...

 (1d20+7)[ 22 ]  (attack of opportunity, claw)
 (1d4+5)[ 8 ]  (Dmg if hit)

...meanwhile, Ahalyā glared at the other attackers.     "SKREE!  May a thousand fleas bite at all your crotches!"     Then the shaman attempted to strike at the madman who (thankfully) missed her.  Raksha, meanwhile, attempted to bite the same attacker's calf, hoping to drag the fool down....

 
 Spoiler: Actions 

 (1d20+7)[ 8 ]  (Ahalyā, unarmed strike +2 from Knowledge Devotion added in)
 (1d6+1)[ 6 ]  (Dmg if hit, +2 from KD added in)
 (1d20+4)[ 14 ]  (Raksha, bite)
 (1d6+2)[ 3 ]  (Dmg if hit)
 (1d20+1)[ 10 ]  (Free Trip attempt if Bite connected)
 (1d20+2)[ 19 ]  (Lion, bite)
 (1d8+1)[ 2 ]  (Dmg if hit)
 (1d20+12)[ 27 ]  (Free Grapple attempt if Bite connected)
 
BelGareth
Shimura stood looking down at his felled opponents, he bought up his blade and quickly brought it down with his wrist, flicking off the blood to the ground. Looking up, he views the scene before him, and with a flash of insight Miromoto Niten is standing next him, his ghostly visage translucent like the twilight light of a graveyard,  "Focus, and fight them"  he said simply, with a snap back to reality, the dragon shaped birthmark on his left shoulder burst into golden light. Nodding at the sage wisdom, he grunted and ran towards the others that were fighting the great beasts.

 
 Spoiler 

Standard to invest essentia Then move 30ft towards animals fighting the remaining ninjas.

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai  Level  5,  Init  3,  HP  51/51,  Speed  30
 AC  18  Touch  14  Flat-footed  15
 Fort  +7  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Abilities  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition  None
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [3/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3]
 Boon  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 2/2 essentia invested (50% fortification)
 
Alhallor
Well the fight was far from over and Onka still had some fight in him, even when the wounds were slowly catching up to him. He honed in on the next target and ran towards it, trying to hit it with a good jumping kick.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
If there is another enemy on Leylek Onka charges that one. If they are still others the samurai fight against he'll charge them, not bothering to jump from a great height and suffering fall damage, though he may try to mitigate that with a Tumble against 15 (which currently I don't even have to roll. Man that Skill Focus: Tumble is really great when you have it.
Attack:  (1d20+12)[ 18 ] 
Damage:  (1d8+9)[ 14 ]  and  (1d12)[ 10 ]  charge bonus damage
4/4 rounds for SOtDD
33/47HP
19 AC
 
Metastachydium
Leylek himself shifts, his pupils dilating and his own blood rushing faster beneath his feathery hide, to get the last of his three between himself and the surprise ally sailing through the air the same way he would, were their respective positions exchanged (the iron-man had good masters, it seems) to slash and peck at the cornered ninja, the taste of the previous and, indeed, the taste of victory, still in his beak and on his tongue.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Yeah, I'm pretty sure there were three and the bird downed only two. Moving to flank with Onka and flurry:  (1d20+8)[ 24 ]  (assumes flanking) for  (1d8+6)[ 8 ] ; and
 (1d20+8)[ 20 ]  (as above) for  (1d8+6)[ 7 ] 
 
Auranghzeb
Ahalya's attacks are not fruitful, only the summoned lion pounces one of the men and rips his throat out.


Genji shouts "Capture one! we need to interrogate them"


Onka sommersaults from the roof and wheels his way across the street, jumping and tumbling his way up to the other row of houses where a strange blood covered bird applies the finishing attack to the last Ninja standing.


Genji's men surround two of the men but amidst the chaos, one thing is certain: these men won't be captured alive. They all bring one hand to their mouths and bite hard on something. White foam fills their mouth as their necks bulge and their eyes start bleeding. It is over in a second, all of them collapse in shock.


 
 Spoiler: OoC 
All attackers have bit on a pill of deadly poison, they are dying. What do you do?
 
Alhallor
Onka, seeing the last ninja fall from the attacks of the bird, gives him a slap of camaraderie on a unhurt place. "Good fight, friend."

When the other assailants are collapsing he can't really do much instead he get's towards the edge of the roof and takes a look around, perhaps there is still someone fleeing the scene.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Perception:  (1d20+9)[ 13 ] 

Should he be called down by Genji or someone else, he somersaults down to ground level.

 (1d20+16)[ 35 ] 
 
BelGareth
Shimura sheathes his sword with a fluid motion only a practiced master could perform, he moves to the closest assassin and places his hands upon them, activating his belt in the hopes it would heal the man.

 
 Spoiler 

activate belt, hopefully the poison inflicted hitpoint damage

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai  Level  5,  Init  3,  HP  51/51,  Speed  30
 AC  18  Touch  14  Flat-footed  15
 Fort  +7  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Abilities  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition  None
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [2/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3]
 Boon  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 2/2 essentia invested (50% fortification)
 
Metastachydium
  And an honour.   the blooded bird, his face still oddly angry, replies, crossing his wings before his chest to give Onka a quick bow, before turning to yell down a hasty   The one I felled first may yet live!   to the samurai, pointing a taloned feet towards where he saw the ninja fell, his legs crushed – and with that, he springs into the air to look around from higher that.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

At any rate, he never saw  that  guy die. Anyway, move 10' up and Perception:  (1d20+7)[ 17 ]  (the modifier assumes human ninjas to spot; result is 2 lower against non-humans)
 
Cygnia
Ahalyā spat out a curse.  She was not strong enough to be blessed with the ability to neutralize poison.  Nor had she thought to take the blessing to try to at least delay it this day.  Quickly, she prayed to the spirits in order to guide her hand into treating the poison the old fashioned way on the nearest attacker.

 (1d20+10)[ 14 ]  Heal (treat poison)

   "Maybe you talk to their corpses tomorrow?"    suggested the wolf, a touch of snark in her tone.
Auranghzeb
The fireworks still crack and explode above you, lightning the dark sky with colors as you scamper finding any live assailant to no success. The shugenja and shamans tend to the wounded samurai and citizens. Genji and the Regent take stock of the situation and acknowledge your service and aid.

There's no identification on the men, their weapons are clean of any symbols.

The chaos recedes. The bodies of the fallen samurai and regent's men are silently collected by the temple sohei while the streets are cleared of people.

But as calm comes back, two things happen:

From the temple a sohei and a sorcerer come rushing down towards the perimeter, they exchange words with the guards and are let through to Genji.

They bow, repentant, with their foreheads almost grazing the lower hem of the regent's kimono.

 what do you mean it's lost?  asks the regent in a dry voice

at that very moment, a sohei looks up and points toward the lighted sky.

There you see it, the fireworks form it clearly: the constellation of the Crab.
Metastachydium
Leylek drops back down on the rooftop, his circuit complete, and looks up himself. It's not a coincidence, then. It's a message. A declaration, of war.  Good. 

He spreads his wings once more to glide down to street level and bows before the regent and the prince.   My lord.   he says; albeit not even he is quite sure which one he's even addressing.   What are your orders?  
Alhallor
Onka was still a bit fidgety from the excitement though he bowed towards Lord Genji, something so ingrained, it was hard to resist, even for him. The fireworks and the implicitness in the way the mighty crane warrior adressed the lord flabbergasted him a bit and he blurted out.

 What? What was lost? 

He was just a peasant and adressing a noble casually may have dire repercussions but he was still very much posessed by the spirit of his ancestors.
BelGareth
Shimura hides his dissatisfaction at his inability to revive the felled warrior before him, his forehead dips to touch the body in a small show of frustration. Calming himself, he stands, looking around, and then up to the fireworks.

  "Interesting, I am surprised at the Crabs subtlety, they are usually forthcoming and direct, is this perhaps a ruse to blame them and stoke the embers of war?"  
 
 Spoiler 

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai  Level  5,  Init  3,  HP  51/51,  Speed  30
 AC  18  Touch  14  Flat-footed  15
 Fort  +7  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Abilities  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition  None
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [2/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3]
 Boon  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 2/2 essentia invested (50% fortification)
 
Cygnia
   "Is anyone still hurt?"    asked the shaman as she scampered into the gathering.  Her head bobbed low in a sign of respect for the regent.

Raksha's suggestion about talking to the dead tomorrow might be valid.  The dead were (usually) incapable of lying.  However, getting a proper answer could be difficult.  And it was distasteful to use such magicks (at least in Ahalyā's mind it was).
Auranghzeb
Genji looks at his surviving Samurai, Shimura included with a proud gaze. His sword master had been particularly brave and swift. Genji sheated his legendary Katana that never tarnished.

The regent’s men, and birds, including Leylek received orders to scan the town for any strangers and order a curfew of the population.

The citadel had been breached.

To onka’s question there’s no answer.

The regent wants to dismiss the shaman and the dancer, but Genji raises his voice.

 you fought bravely, without your skill more of us would have fallen to poisoned darts.
Who are you?  
Metastachydium
Leylek wordlessly repeats his bow, stepping back to turn around and take it to the sky once more, intent on cruising low above the rooftops, keeping an eye and earhole out. Given the apparent urgency, taking the healing offered barely crosses his mind.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Perception:  (1d20+7)[ 14 ]  (assumes Humanoid (humans); subtract 2 for other races)
 
BelGareth
Shimura stands with his  hands resting on his daisho, as he regards the new comer.

  "In the realm of the dao, where honor is the beacon and treachery the venomous fog, the poison finds solace among the honorless."  
 
 Spoiler 

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai  Level  5,  Init  3,  HP  51/51,  Speed  30
 AC  18  Touch  14  Flat-footed  15
 Fort  +7  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Abilities  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition  None
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [2/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3]
 Boon  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 2/2 essentia invested (50% fortification)
 
Alhallor
That the regent didn't wanted Onka's head pressed into the dust for speaking out of order made him totally alright in his book and he was especially happy to introduce himself.

Onka goes flourishly at one knee, exagerrating every possible move.  Onka. tentatively at your service. 

And if it was his still lingering ancestor or his own pride he had to counter the samurais words.

 And if the beacon becomes...  But he shuts himself up before he would sully the conversation with his rash words.
Cygnia
   "I am Ahalyā, from the forests of Odisha,"    said Ahalyā with another, lower, bow (this one after seeing the celestial lion dismissed with her thanks).

Raksha took advantage of the fact that wolves were not expected to bow to just look upon the scene impassively.  Humans could be very entitled at times.
Auranghzeb
Interlude

Leylek:
You fly over the town, now silent without the firework. You even take the time to got over where you saw the men lay the firework crate. But you don't see anything, there's the empty crate with some of the firework still, but no trace of the men who set them.
You take a look around and help other guards look at the perimeter.

The night turns darker, more silent. Unnaturally darker.

Shimura

"Snake poison is life to the snake, but death to man"

Why would the crab be so open? You ask Genji as the samurai and the regent moved hurriedly towards the temple.

"They wouldn't. Unless they know we are unprotected by the kami. Unless they think they can take over the citadel in one sweep. "

Uncharacteristically, the regent interrupts Genji

"Unless they have taken the scriptures."

A dark silence follows a gasp from the sohei. as you finally enter the temple. There you see it: surrounded by the mangled bodies of sohei and sorcerers, a dark hole burrowed through the stone of the temple. The hole goes a few yards in and then becomes solid stone.

A sohei speaks fast and stuttering.

"We did not see it coming whatever it was it was lost in the noise of the fireworks. When we realize it it was too late. They took the scripture."

A dark cloud lourds over Genji's brow.

"The divine scripture... The citadel is no longer a haven."

Everyone:

It is dark and silent in the citadel as the clouds obscure the night sky with the menace of a storm. You have been gathered in the stair of the temple. Genji and the Regent precede a committee.

Genji is the first one to speak

"The seal is broken and the sacred scriptures that protect the citadel are gone.
We are now fair game for an attack and I fear it won't be too long before it comes.
Why? That is beyond my understanding.
The regent and some of my men will start evacuating the city this very night towards the fort and its tunnels. The regent must not fall. But we need to understand what's going on."

The regent looks at Ahalya and Onka with mistrust.

"These newcomers shouldn't be here."

Genji interrupts with a wave of his hand and patting the pommel of his legendary sword, he adds.
"This is not the time. My daimyo tells me there's no coincidence in their arrival tonight. And the shaman's have confirmed it.
Two groups will leave tonight,

My swordmaster will lead one to the west, to the land of the Crane. Their are the sworn enemies of the Crab and the closest allies we have.

Another, led by Shimura and Leylek, will travel east right into Crab lands. I ask of you, Vanara, and of you Onka, to be part of that group.

Your mission is twofold: find out what their plans are and report back to us."
BelGareth
Shimura nods at the wise words spoken, but otherwise remains neutral and impassive, trying to drink in the words, and understand what is going on.

His face wracks in disgust at the thought of the  holy scriptures  being stolen, but only for a moment.

At the command to go investigate into the Crab clan lands and find out what is going on, he bows low to the pair of respected elders before him.

 "It would be an honor to perform such a mission my lords,"  he kneels before both of them slowly,  "I pledge myself to this mission and all of my abilities, and even my life if need be."  he says solemnly, head down, with his hands on the floor, forehead touching the back of his hands.

Once they accept his vow, he stands back up  "Are we to go as official representatives?"  he asks, hoping to clarify the mission.
Auranghzeb
Genji nods and accepts your vow with a gentle bow.

" Shimura San, you are Dragon, an a descendant of the greatest one, you can travel with your identity in the open in Crab lands, but not as an emissary of the Citadel or my personal guard, that must remain a secret. It will in fact be easier for you to travel openly as a Dragon clan samurai.

As for the others, you'll have to come up with a story of why are you together.

However, time is of the essence. The Wu-Jen have dissolved the stone wall that collapsed the tunnel. It is long and ends at river bank almost two miles away from the temple, where it meets a horse trail. They have advantage. You will part with the first light.

We have made some arrangements.  

The sohei approach you and handle each of you a sack with provisions: There's dozes of antidote for poisons, a few potions and wards, and some gems for expenses.

 
 Spoiler: OoC 
What do you do?
 
Cygnia
Ahalyā once more bowed low, hoping it would hide the worry now on her face.    "It shall be done, Your Eminence."   

If war broke out out among the lands, no wonder the spirits were now concerned!
Metastachydium
  My lord.   Leylek half-bows once more   I am not worthy to lead. But your orders are my will. This shall be done.   he thinks to himself for a moment, before adding a quick question with a subtle scowl.   Do we have your leave to kill, if need be?  
Alhallor
Onka felt increasingly unsure and was fidgeting around. When the gifts came out, the dam broke.

Onka flowed down to one knee and basicall rammed his head down to the ground. Without any flourishes at all.

 This serf is really glad that you trust him that much, most reverend lord, but this serf feels he has to be open with you. 
 Please know that I did as today, I simply righted a wrong I observed.
As I'm sure you're aware the Lord Okzawa enka Liu Hoein that was appointed to Haruna the mountain village, was killed. 

Onka breathed in heavily.

 I killed the Lord. I won't explain my actions as I'm sure you're aware of his doings. Though this serf would gladly serve you this serf feels inclined to ask if you could pardon his actions if he serves you faithfully on this occasion? 
Auranghzeb
There's an awkward silence as Onka prostrates himself and reveals his deeds to Genji and the Regent.

Genji is the first one to speak.
 Justice is not to be delivered with rage nor despair; it is grave what you have done. Whatever the reasons, we cannot allow murder to go without punishment- And yet this is not the moment to punish it blindly. 

Genji raises, slowly drawing his Katana. Onka hears a voice in his mind as the katana is unsheathed "Bow deeper, I see your heart, I see no evil".

Then Genji speaks again:

 This is my legacy and my curse. The sword that cannot lie, the blade that cannot rule, for ruling is always unfair. I cannot grant you pardon, but I can tie your heart to your vow. If you accept, you might find honor, If you don't, there will be no peace for you in this word or the next. And even if you accept, I need the others to be willing to travel with an honor less man, What say you? All of you. 
Alhallor
Onka had the inkling of an idea to look up, when the sword was begin to get unsheathed and was ready to run away but when a voice spoke in his mind, he pressed his head deeper into the dirt.

 I was aware that I was living on borrowed time, if I have any chance to reclaim my honor I will, with all that I have. 

Onka stays on the ground, awaiting the judgement of the others.
BelGareth
Shimura bows gently to the respect shown to him and his ancestors, and then his face wrinkled at the discovery he would be traveling with a murderer.

A frown creases his face as he listens to everything, and when faced with the question, it takes him a few moments to form his words:
 "In the heart of the samurai, Gi and Jin intertwine like the threads of a finely woven tapestry. With rectitude, we find the strength to face adversity, guided by the moral compass that Jin provides. It is through the harmony of integrity and benevolence that we shape our actions and inspire others to follow a path of honor and compassion."  he says solemn, as if reciting a tome  "I will travel with Onka, and teach them the way of Honor and of the bushido code, and when we are done, I will bring them back to face the consequences of their actions."  he pauses  "Perhaps by then, we will see the true color of their honor, and maybe my lords will have softened their hearts towards benevolence." 
Cygnia
Ahalyā cocked her head curiously at the now-prostrate Onka.  Only a few hours she had been sharing dumplings with this man.  And an hour or so later, she had seen a spirit enter him while he danced.  Had such a spirit influenced him to take a man's life then?  Onka made no such excuse at least, only to state that the regent and Genji would have been aware of the murdered lord's "doings".  As if there was some justification there.

The vanara's brow furrowed in thought.  Honor was something the humans insisted upon in these so-called "civilized" lands.  And respect for family, for the land, for one's ancestors -- these were  good !

But too much insistence on honor -- or what a few in power insisted on how honor should be -- could be dangerous.  A cage of spiked bamboo.  But there wasn't much Ahalyā could do if Onka wanted to willingly return to that cage.  Likewise, it was probably NOT a Good Idea to voice such suspicions and concerns right now.  Not when there were more pressing matters at stake.  And one samurai had already expressed his willingness to travel (thank the spirits for that!) with Onka.

   "For the sake of these lands and this mission, I will travel with Onka."     Ahalyā said simply with no judgement.
Metastachydium
  The customs of this land, my lord, I know not well enough to dare break the staff over the back of another.   Leylek frowns, motionless.   But these must be honest words and are the words of the contrite. This is a warrior.   he points at Onka's form with his beak.   I will let blood wash the blood away and fight by his side to draw that blood, if that pleases you.  
Auranghzeb
Genji nods. His blade approaches Onka's brow until the tip of the katana touches his forehead.

 This blade is called Truth's Blessing, it can read your soul and will carry the weight of your oath.
 
The blade flashes and Onka feels a wave of psychic pain.

 From now and for the lenght of thirty moons you'll serve the realm to the best of your ability, you'll be its undefatigable guardian and will give your life to reclaim the scriptures and protect it from its enemies. Shall you decide to take another path, the sword will punish you.

Now, lets go. There's little precious time. 

***
You use the tunnel as a short cut, the sohei give you three horses and provisions. It all starts here in this clearing near the river banks. Dawn is breaking by the time you start marching.

 
 Spoiler: OoC 
We will use milestone leveling, unless you need XP for crafting. In which case, consider you have 1/2 what you need for leveling up
 
Alhallor
Onka keeps still, not afraid of the blade anymore, he cries out when the pain hits him and momentarily loses consciousness, but he's still be able to follow the others.

***

When dawn is breaking he kinda realizes that his life is on some kind of time limit, which is not all that bad, considering the former way his life was going.

 Thanks for standing by me, without really knowing me. I'll repay it somehow. 
 Any idea, despite Alhalya and me as a performing duo and you two as protection for our travel identities? 
BelGareth
Shimura nodded as he witnessed one of his new companions received a geas from Genji, he would uphold his end, and he would have to watch how this Onka will uphold theirs.

Upon waking early, Shimura boiled some tea as he watched the others wake, and prepare for the journey. At the comment from Onka he smiled, a short smile, one of amusement.

 "We shall provide the truth, Onka, you shall be  Shugyosha , Ahalyā will be your spiritual guide, and Leylek with myself are your guardians on this journey."  he says simply, as if it were a matter of fact and beyond reproach.

He looks at everyone and nods, as if what he said had finished the conversation,  "Let us ride out, we are in much haste" 
 
 Spoiler 

In feudal Japan, a person atoning for a penance or seeking redemption might be referred to as a "shugyosha." Shugyosha translates to "a person on a spiritual journey" or "a person undergoing ascetic training." This term encompasses individuals who engage in acts of self-reflection, purification, and seeking enlightenment as a means of atonement for their past actions or to deepen their spiritual connection.

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai  Level  5,  Init  3,  HP  51/51,  Speed  30
 AC  18  Touch  14  Flat-footed  15
 Fort  +7  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Abilities  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition  None
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [3/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3]
 Boon  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 0/2 essentia invested (25%/e fortification)
 speech:  008080
 
Metastachydium
  Agreed.   Leylek nods, curtly, on both counts. The truth is the best, if one can afford to speak it. And days of war are a precious commodity, not to be wasted. A pity this will stay slow and soft for what he expects to be far too long, he thinks to himself with a frown; but the frown passes, supplanted by a scowl as he moves to take point and see to setting up the chase: no matter what he  wants , duty comes first.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Survival, if needed for tracking:  (1d20+12)[ 29 ]  (+4 synergy; subtract 2 if the tracked are not humans)
 
Cygnia
Ahalyā had finished her morning meditations, finishing with a prayer asking the spirits for their guidance in successfully completing this mission.  She gave Raksha a skritch behind her ears before they headed out.

   "Is good story.  And  true!   Yes, yes, yes..."    The vanara's head bobbed in agreement with Shimura.     "More complicated story like river mills -- too many moving parts!  One breaks down, hard to find and fix in time, yes!  Now...which way is best way to go?"   
 
 Spoiler: Statblock 

   Ahalyā   
F CG Vanara Shaman,  Level  5,  Init  2,  HP  27/27,  Speed  30
 AC  16,  Touch  13,  Flat-footed  14,  Fort  6,  Ref  7,  Will  13,  Base Attack Bonus  3
   Unarmed Strike   +5 (1d6-1, x2)
   MW Sickle   +6 (1d6-1, x2)
 Least Crystal of Adaptation Leather Armor +1  (+3 Armor, +2 Dex, +1 Deflect)
 Abilities  Str 9, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 16, Wis 20, Cha 16
 Condition  Endure Elements (from Least Crystal of Adaptation)
Low-Light Vision
 

 
 Spoiler: Spells today 

LVL 0
Detect Magic -- 2
Guidance  -- 3

LVL 1
DOMAIN (Nature): Trance -- 1
Protection From Evil -- 2
Speak With Animals -- 1
Shield of Faith  -- 2

LVL 2
DOMAIN (Knowledge): Detect Thoughts -- 1
Commune With Lesser Spirits -- 1
Ancestral Vengeance -- 1
Bull's Strength -- 1

LVL 3
DOMAIN (Knowledge): Clairvoyance/Clairaudience -- 1
Mass Aid -- 1
Dispel Magic -- 1
 
Alhallor
 Oh, tea. Do we have eggs? Could you put one in mine? 

Onka thinks about the idea a bit and finally nods.

 Yes, that works for me. 
 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Handle Animal:  (1d20+4)[ 18 ] 
Ride:  (1d20+5)[ 23 ] 
 
Metastachydium
  A river mill is not a story.   the bird grumbled, his head close to the ground.   Nor is our task, or how we go about it. This way!   his head snaps back up, indicating a likely trail.
BelGareth
Shimura stifles a grin as his companions chatter, his stoic face remained, perhaps latter he would open up to them while they were eating, he thought to himself as he watched them gather their things, Master Leylek already seemed to know where to go, this was good.

 
 Spoiler 

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai  Level  5,  Init  3,  HP  51/51,  Speed  30
 AC  18  Touch  14  Flat-footed  15
 Fort  +7  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Abilities  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition  None
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [3/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3]
 Boon  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 0/2 essentia invested (25%/e fortification)
 speech:  008080
 
Auranghzeb
Interlude**

Leylek scans the ground at the other side of the tunnel, the tracks of several horses disappear on the stream but are easy to locate on the other side. By now, and with the decision to rest -against your orders- the riders must have ten or twelve hours on you. They travel light, as the animals hoofs do not seem deep.
Auranghzeb
The track is easy to follow, the light horses were at full throttle and not trying to cover their pass. However, their pace means that they'll be hard to catch. The track takes you snaking down a series of cliffs and hills on the side of the sacred mountain where the wild colors of the incoming spring blush the mountain passes in an enthralling palette of lights as the sun moves with the day.
Ahalya, These are ancient forest, worked by men and by spirit folk, crafted by thousands of years of common life, the presence of the spirits is strong.

As you move down the trail, Leylek guiding the way and watching from above, the wind gets chiller and chiller, and soon heavy clouds mask the sun, by the early afternoon the air is filled with tiny snowflakes gently falling all around the mountain passes, the track of the horses becomes harder and harder to follow, it makes you stop and re-consider when the trail splits in two: uphill or downhill?  
 Spoiler: OoC 
Leylek: Survival checks and Let me know if you want to fly-scout
 


The snow is eerie, however, too late in the year and there's an unnatural silence around.
Metastachydium
Leylek emits a low, strange hiss and his frown grows yet more displeased than before.   I will need a moment.   he pronounces – perhaps to  murder  the ground or yell at it – at least that's what the tone would seem to suggest.   Soemone keep an eye out. I don't like this snow, Shimura- sama .   he adds, fairly certain that he is merely voicing what the others think as well as he lowers his long neck once more, creeping forward and about, studying the ground.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Survival:  (1d20+12)[ 30 ]  (-2 if a human on horseback is not a human; +2 if Raksha Aids); no flying just yet.
 
BelGareth
Shimura rides hard with the others following Leylek as he tracked their quarry, he was musing about a Samurai creed that was hammered into him when he was a young one in training:  "Like the flowing river, the true strength of a samurai lies not in haste, but in the unwavering resolve and steady rhythm of their actions. With measured steps and focused breath, we navigate the path, honing our skills and mastering the art of patience. It is in the calm and deliberate pace that we find clarity, precision, and the ability to strike with unwavering accuracy when the time is right." , his thoughts were cut short as they entered near the Ancient mountain, and the colors of the forest took his breath away.

He looked out in awe at what the great spirits were capable of doing, and it filled his heart and soul with joy, he had forgotten for just a moment, they were chasing honorless assassins.

He nods at Leylek's words as he watches the lazy snow float down,   "As you say Master Leylek, Everyone, keep your heads on a swivel, there is something about this...."   
 
 
 Spoiler 

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai  Level  5,  Init  3,  HP  51/51,  Speed  30
 AC  18  Touch  14  Flat-footed  15
 Fort  +7  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Abilities  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition  None
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [3/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3]
 Boon  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 0/2 essentia invested (25%/e fortification)
 speech:  008080
 
Cygnia
   "Raksha, watch over me..."    Ahalyā scrambled off her mount and sat cross-legged.  Yes, there was definite evidence of spirits here.  Perhaps one could be convinced to show them which direction the quarry had gone off towards...

...or she could tell if there was something evil causing this unnatural weather.

 
 Spoiler: Action 

Casting  Trance 
 
 Spoiler: Trance notes 

Divination
Level: Shaman 1, Nature 1,
Components: V, S,
Casting Time: 1 round
Range: 120 ft.
Area: 120 ft. spread, centered on you
Duration: 1 round/level (D)
Saving Throw: None
Spell Resistance: No

You place yourself in a deep trance, during which you cannot move, speak, or take any action.
In the trance, you are highly attuned to the powers and forces in the immediate area.
You can sense certain magical creatures and effects within the spell's area.
Each round you remain in the trance, you feel the presence of any one lesser spirit, greater spirit, curse, permanent magical effect, or haunting within the spell's area.
You can determine the general type of thing contacted (such as natural spirit, evil haunting), but cannot communicate with it in any way or gain any other information about it.
Using this spell does give you enough information to subsequently cast commune with lesser spirit or a similar spell to communicate with the spirit you desire to contact.
 

 
Alhallor
When it becomes colder Onka wraps his hands around himself and try's to keep warm. He did prefer to dress as lightly as possible and a brisk breeze doesn't make him shiver but this! Snow like that at this time?  What's up with that freak weather? 

The dancer decides to go off his horse while Ahalyā meditates to walk around a bit, stomping his feet, rubbing his hands, all the things you do to keep at least a little bit more warm. He try's to look around for any danger but really feels too cold to look at his surroundings.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Fort save against cold:  (1d20+4)[ 21 ]  Whatever effect it has depends on the exact temperature I think. Auranghzeb you can roll damage to speed things up.
 
Auranghzeb
Leylek

You squint as the snow falls and covers the tracks forcing an urgent decision. Which were to go?

Whilst you know a human on horseback is not a human, you know that one of the horses has no shoes and no rider and that they went uphill.

The wolf confirms it.

And yet, even from your position, you can't see anyone ahead.

Ahalya

While the ranger scouts ahead and makes sure you are on the right path, you fall into a trance. To commune with the spirits of the mountain.
In the first six seconds there's nothing. Then the snow registers as unnatural, a haunting, recent, not very powerful but growing; there's silence elsewhere, and the snow may be the cause. An eerie silence of the spirits where there should be many. For almost half a minute you concentrate... there's a faint aura around Shimura, his ancestors protecting him. Another around Onka that you have seen before. But elsewhere, the snow obscures the forest spirits.

Onka

The cold is not biting yet, it chills you to the bone, but there's no real harm. But as a peasant from this lands, you understand that if it keeps going on, it may well kill the flowers before they bear fruit. A bad omen.

Shimura

Focusing on the light snow, you let your mind wander without ever losing your awareness. Steadily, your breath in the cold air becomes thicker.
Everyone but the murderer seem comfortable under the snow, the dancer shivers.
Metastachydium
Leylek turns his head halfway back, the scowl still on.   It's upwards.   he says, curtly, before tilting his head to a side incredulously.   And someone  please  wake up that Vanara.  
Alhallor
Onka nods towards Leylek and, rubbing his shoulders for warmth, goes towards Alhalya and, very gently, nudges her.  We should go upwards. Have you found anything out? If this weather continues it's gonna be even more bad than it already is. 
Cygnia
   "AH!"    Poked by Onka, Ahalyā's eyes flew open. She shook her head worriedly.     "The snow...there has been a haunting here recently.  And it is  growing .  It blocks the spirits!  We must tread carefully..."   

Meanwhile, were wolves capable of giving the stink-eye?  Must be a trick of the snow with whatever expression Raksha is shooting towards Leylek.
Auranghzeb
The snow continues it’s hypnotic slow fall and soon the trees and rocks are covered with a light white mantle. You move uphill, with leylek fully focused on the tracks that disappear under the snow. At least is better than rain, the tracker thinks, rain washes the ground, snow settles over the prints.

For an hour you move through the mountain pass. Eerily empty and silent, the road winds through tall thin trees, the cherry and almonds give way to darker shades of green and the bare branches of perennial trees.

Then, as the road narrows so only one horse can pass at a time, the horses become restless. And so does Rakhsha.

 
 Spoiler 
 roll handle animal and perception checks
 
Alhallor
Onka try's to keep himself occupied with warm thoughts and try's to get as close to the warm horse body as possible to shield himself from the cold and this enervating snow. When the horse begins to make unusual movements he whispers in it's ear.

 It's all good, it's fine, I'm here, it's all good.  While stroking it's neck and looking around to see if anything may have disturbed the horse.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Handle Animal:  (1d20+4)[ 9 ] 
Ride:  (1d20+5)[ 25 ]  (Should a failed roll provoke a ride check.)
Perception:  (1d20+9)[ 12 ] 
 
Metastachydium
  What is it,  again ?   Leylek murmurs, mostly to himself but very irritably as the horses begin to act  off . Staying on the tracks is a task enough without all the distractions, and he doesn't expect it will get any better with  more  snow on them. His head snaps up and about as he quietly pledges to just  strangle  whatever the new issue is, if at all possible.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Perception:  (1d20+5)[ 17 ]  (add +2 if humans are involved).
 
BelGareth
Completely out of his element, Shimura was relying on his companions to guide him, and he dutifully followed on his horse, his eyes focusing on what was around them, he would stay vigilant, such was his oath.

His horse began to whinny, and he had trouble controlling the animal suddenly.

 
 Spoiler 

Handle Animal = 22 (nat 20, rolled in discord)

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai  Level  5,  Init  3,  HP  51/51,  Speed  30
 AC  18  Touch  14  Flat-footed  15
 Fort  +7  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Abilities  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition  None
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [3/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3]
 Boon  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 0/2 essentia invested (25%/e fortification)
 speech:  008080
 
Auranghzeb
Onka, your horse is panicked and you can't make it move forward as it starts rearing wildly, however, you manage to ride it through and stay on its back and the narrow road does not allow the horse to trot back nor forward.

Shimura, as your horse starts whining, yo grab the reigns firmly and press your knees while you whisper. The horse breathes hard and quickly, but you stay on top easily. Behind you, Onka is having a harder time.

Lelylek, you can't see what scared the horses, but you start hearing hoofs ahead, through the snow, coming your way.

Ahalya

Raksha growls tensely and tells you there's an evil presence ahead.
Cygnia
    "Ho, evil approaches!  Prepare for battle!"     whispered the vanara shaman urgently.  She then began to murmur a spell hoping to aid in such a battle...

 
 Spoiler: Action 

 (1d20+2)[ 6 ]   Initiative

Casting  Mass Aid : +1 morale bonus on attack rolls and saves against fear effects, plus  (1d8+5)[ 9 ]  temporary HP all for 5 minutes
 
Metastachydium
Leylek nods with an odd, dark satisfaction, with the same old scowl still on.   I hear hoofbeats.   he says, spreading his wings, ready to kick himself off the ground.   Shimura- sama , do we stand?  
 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Initiative:  (1d20+4)[ 18 ] 
 
BelGareth
Shimura almost growls,  "we are no thieves in the night, we stand and wait for them" 
 
 Spoiler 

  Initiative  - (1d20+3)[ 10 ] 
   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai  Level  5,  Init  3,  HP  51/51,  Speed  30
 AC  18  Touch  14  Flat-footed  15
 Fort  +7  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Abilities  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition  None
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [3/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3]
 Boon  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 0/2 essentia invested (25%/e fortification)
 speech:  008080
 
Alhallor
Onka try's to calm his horse down, at least he didn't fall off.

 I't all good, yes, no problem. 
 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Ride check:  (1d20+5)[ 12 ]  Should invested more in this.

Initiative:  (1d20+5)[ 9 ] 
 
Auranghzeb
Leylek

The hoofs approach quickly it's one set, no horseshoes. But you can't see anything! Unless, a brief second before, you notice there's something in the snow,  its shape outlined by falling snow as it leaps over you to the hilly side of the road. Mid-air you think you can see the shape shiftting and react in time as the creature materializes perched on the rocks grabbing the tree with its claw and lashes out a viscious claw at you, your keen senses save you from being flat footed.

 


The Oni howls ferally with a maniac laugh that echoes through the valley, its claws are enormous and much like those of an oversized mole. It stands on the hill above you towering nine feet tall even hunched savagely.  Its howl carries unnatural fear!



 
 Spoiler: OoC 
Roll will vs Fear DC 15.
Monster rolled init 19, you can all act.
 
Alhallor
The mighty roar washes over Onka.

 
 Spoiler: Will save 
 (1d20+3)[ 8 ]  against 15 (+1 from Aid is in.)
 


He is shaken and afraid, the looming creature truly being a superior opponent, but he wouldn't give up while his companoins where still in danger.

The dancer dismounts, and get's further towards the possible danger while drawing a small throwing dart.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Dismounting as a move action and going towards AI 18, drawing a weapon while moving thanks to Base Attack +1.
 
Metastachydium
Though pleased beyond measure with the samurai's decision, Leylek has no time to voice the sentiment, with their foe bursting into the scene and trying to remove his head immediately thereafter. The crane, shrugging off the roar without noticing its intended purpose and screeching back a shrill profanity in his own native tongue, springs into the air, balled up talons snapping forward in retaliation.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Will save rolled in the OOC thread here;
Tumble:  (1d20+14)[ 24 ]  and
Flurry:  (1d20+6)[ 22 ]  for  (1d8+4)[ 8 ]  and
 (1d20+6)[ 17 ]  for  (1d8+4)[ 10 ] 
 
BelGareth
Shimura's eye s go wide as the strange  Oni  appears before them, he was expecting enemies on horseback, this was altogether out of his wheel house. His eyes narrowed as he examined the malevolent spirit, his steely resolve not faltering in the presence of the supernatural, though his horse was not of the same frame of mind. Quickly dismounting, his form suddenly became translucent and ethereal, it moved with the wind, and suddenly he was materializing before the Oni! As he did, his blade was like a lightning bolt, glimmering in the sunlit snow it struck at the foul spirit.

 
 Spoiler 

Quick dismount failed, so move action dismount it is. into AJ19
Swift: anklets of translocation to AK18
Free: draw weapon (quick draw)
free: assign dodge vs oni
Standard: Iaijutsu Strike
  Attack  - (1d20+12)[ 14 ] 
  Damage  - (1d10+7)[ 15 ] 
  Iaijutsu Focus  - (1d20+10)[ 20 ] 
Iaijutsu Strike damage [ 15 ]

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai  Level  5,  Init  3,  HP  60/51,  Speed  30
 AC  19  Touch  15  Flat-footed  15
 Fort  +7  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Abilities  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition  Mass Aid (+1 morale bonus on attack rolls and saves against fear effects, 9 temp HP)
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [3/3], Anklets of Translocation [2/3]
 Boon  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 0/2 essentia invested (25%/e fortification)
 speech:  008080
 
Cygnia
    An oni!      Such giant creatures were capable of great cruelty, though whether if was working with the thieves or was doing this on its own, Ahalyā could not fathom to guess.  Still, the shaman bravely shook off the tainted roar of the oni...

...the same could not be said for Raksha, who could only whine in response. And began to lope away from the evil giant -- with Ahalyā still on her back.

   "ACK!  Raksha, hold position -- they need us!"   
   "...noooo...! Not safe!"    What sounded like more whimpering to the others came from the poor wolf.

Some rather very un-shamanlike vulgarities erupted from Ahalyā.  Reluctantly, she couldn't blame the wolf. Ahalyā knew it was best for someone like her to not be in melee range of such a fiend.  She was, after all, no warrior.  Her mind frantically tried to recall what she knew about the oni as she cast another spell.  Maybe a little extra protection would put Raksha's mind at ease...

 
 Spoiler: Actions 

Raksha is moving herself and Ahalyā to AH21
Ahalyā is casting  Protection From Evil  on herself (Share Spell w/Raksha)
 (1d20+13)[ 23 ]  Knowledge Devotion -- Know: Nature + Collector of Stories
 

 
 Spoiler: Statblock 

   Ahalyā   
F CG Vanara Shaman,  Level  5,  Init  2,  HP  36/27,  Speed  30
 AC  18,  Touch  15,  Flat-footed  16,  Fort  8,  Ref  9,  Will  15,  Base Attack Bonus  3
   Unarmed Strike   +5 (1d6-1, x2)
   MW Sickle   +6 (1d6-1, x2)
 Least Crystal of Adaptation Leather Armor +1  (+3 Armor, +2 Dex, +3 Deflect)
 Abilities  Str 9, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 16, Wis 20, Cha 16
 Condition  Endure Elements (from Least Crystal of Adaptation)
Low-Light Vision
Mass Aid: +1 to attack &amp;  fear saves &amp; 9 temp hp for 5 minutes
Protection from Evil: +2 deflection bonus to AC &amp; +2  to all saves for 5 minutes
 
Auranghzeb
Leylek, your fearless charge startles the savage Oni and strikes twice, but even as you hit, you see how the wounds begin to heal.

Shimura, The Oni reads your Iajutsu attack and grins while parrying your blade with its claws, the strike rings as if you had hit the hardest rock.

Ahalya, this is an Oni, a savage one, they are evil spirits dressed in mortal flesh to prey in this world, they can become invisible at will and shapechange into other creatures. This one has huge iron-like claws as if to burrow through stone.

Raksha's panic is understandable, as the creature towers over you. You cast a protection spell.

Shimura's horse is kicking around and impedes Onka and Ahalya reaching their intended spots.


 ROUND 2 

The Oni lashes a claw at the Crane, but it misses wildly. However, Shimura is not that fortunate. One of the Oni's long deadly claws pierces his armor and cruches the bone and the cartilage of his left shoulder, a pang of sharp pain numbs the samurai's arm.

The Oni twists the claw inside and takes it out violently, cutting even more.

 
 Spoiler: Damage 
23 HP of DAMAGE
 
Metastachydium
Leylek is like the snow in a couple of ways. Chief of which would be how his anger shows: it is a cold, white fury. But the frost has a bite and the snow burns the eye. The bird, for his part, wishes to settle for no less. Overcome with this silent fury at seeing his commander cleaved into, he maintains altitude with a single, powerful beat of his wings and continues to harry the hulking foe – with a beak aimed for that laughing eye.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

More Flurry:  (1d20+6)[ 23 ]  for  (1d8+4)[ 9 ]  and
 (1d20+6)[ 23 ]  for  (1d8+4)[ 11 ] 
 
Cygnia
Ahalyā murmured softly as she touched Shimura.    "Ho, spirits, grant this brave warrior the might of the ox so that he may overcome this great evil!"   
 
 Spoiler: Action 

5ft step AJ19
Casting  Bull's Strength  on Shimura
 

 
 Spoiler: Statblock 

   Ahalyā   
F CG Vanara Shaman,  Level  5,  Init  2,  HP  36/27,  Speed  30
 AC  18,  Touch  15,  Flat-footed  16,  Fort  8,  Ref  9,  Will  15,  Base Attack Bonus  3
   Unarmed Strike   +5 (1d6-1, x2)
   MW Sickle   +6 (1d6-1, x2)
 Least Crystal of Adaptation Leather Armor +1  (+3 Armor, +2 Dex, +3 Deflect)
 Abilities  Str 9, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 16, Wis 20, Cha 16
 Condition  Endure Elements (from Least Crystal of Adaptation)
Low-Light Vision
Mass Aid: +1 to attack &amp;  fear saves &amp; 9 temp hp for 5 minutes
Protection from Evil: +2 deflection bonus to AC &amp; +2  to all saves for 5 minutes
 
BelGareth
Shimura's eyes narrowed even before he drew his blade, he knew the strike was wide, he wasn't prepared for however, the retaliation of an angry Oni. Grunting, he took the hit, his left clavicle broken and a bloody wound which leaked his lifeblood at a good amount. He dropped his shoulder low, as if his arm was heavy, every movement sending sharp pangs of pain from his collar bone making him wince. Suddenly, from  within  came an luminescence serpent with wings, an ancient rokugani dragon in miniature form, it flew around him like a sky eel and stopped above him, floating, it's wings swaying gently. Then in a flash, it was gone, and Shimura had a faint glow.

He took another step, one arm in agony as he bought his blade down at the Oni with a grimace

 
 Spoiler 

Free: assign dodge vs Oni
Swift: invest essentia into Mirumoto Niten dragonmark
Attack:
  Attack 1  - (1d20+14)[ 32 ] 
  Damage  - (1d10+10)[ 15 ] 
  Attack 1  - (1d20+9)[ 12 ] 
  Damage  - (1d10+10)[ 15 ] 
   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai  Level  5,  Init  3,  HP  37/51,  Speed  30
 AC  19  Touch  15  Flat-footed  15
 Fort  +7  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Abilities  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition  Mass Aid (+1 morale bonus on attack rolls and saves against fear effects, 9 temp HP), Bulls Strength, 50% fortification
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [3/3], Anklets of Translocation [2/3]
 Boon  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 2/2 essentia invested (25%/e fortification)
 speech:  008080
 
Cygnia
   "EEP!  Oni!  Very, very bad!  They can heal themselves.  Need fire, need acid!  Or a LOT of BLADES to its neck!"    screeched the vanara.

   "I knew this was a bad place..."    whined Raksha.
Alhallor
Onka, still afraid and terrified contemplated a lot of possibilities on what he could do. He could stay further away from the enemy and pepper it with darts, but with his allies surrounding it, that would hinder his aim, especially in all that snow. He could use his trusty spear   that I left on the horse   too... Damn.

Screaming on top of his lungs, more to scream out his fear then to intimidate the oni Onka ran towards the monstrosity, throwing a flailing punch at one it's legs.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
If I interpret the map correctly, Onka should be able to get towards the enemy, the path we are on doesn't seem to be difficult terrain I THINK.
Onka doesn't tumble, with the Oni being large, he probably get's a AoO.
Attack:  (1d20+9)[ 10 ] 
Damage:  (1d8+5)[ 11 ]  Shaken is taken into account.

Should Onka not be able to reach the Oni he throws a dart.
Same attack roll but with another -4 at minimum (not sure about the range increments)
and  (1d4+5)[ 9 ]  Damage.
 
Auranghzeb
 Round 3 

The Oni's eyes widen in anger as the crane pokes at the evil spirit's face and upper body. The creature gathers its breath and its cheeks bulk up right before its neck shakes violently and a ball of molten copper flies out of his mouth towards the Crane's face who rolls mid air dodging the molten metal, the spat crashes into a tree on the other side of the road and shatters the trunks igniting it on fire.

Then, clearly wounded, the creature turns invisible and shouts in common.

 I don't have time for your games! 

And then leaps over Shimura to the other side of the panicked horse. You can't see it, but the snow delineates it's shape.

 
 Spoiler: AoO and sight 
Creature is invisible, but the snow is thick enough to outline it, so you get an AoO vs a concealed enemy 50%
 
Alhallor
With the enemy clearly fleeing, Onka musters more of his slowly regaining courage to try to hit it again.

 
 Spoiler: AoO 
Attack:  (1d20+9)[ 11 ] 
Damage:  (1d8+5)[ 8 ] 
Miss chance: 1-50 is a miss.  (1d100)[ 66 ] 
 


Still kinda seeing the monsters outlines, Onka draws another dart and flings both at the fleeing monstrosity.

 
 Spoiler: Attacks 
Attack 1: (1d20+7)[ 26 ] 
Damage:  (1d4+5)[ 7 ] 
Miss chance: 1-50 is a miss.  (1d100)[ 45 ] 
Attack 2: (1d20+7)[ 12 ] 
Damage:  (1d4+5)[ 6 ] 
Miss chance: 1-50 is a miss.  (1d100)[ 85 ] 
 
Metastachydium
Leylek notes the ball of burning metal hitting the tree with a hiss of disgust.   You came to us.   he pronounces sternly, a taloned leg briefly flashing out in hope of reaching the invisible foe as it flees, turning in the air as he does so to shoot after the Oni, spinning around at the last moment to try and sail into its unseen form legs first.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

AoO, if applicable:  (1d20+9)[ 29 ]  for  (1d8+4)[ 9 ] ,  (1d100)[ 90 ]  for the miss chance, the higher, the better; and
Flying charge with Flying Kick:  (1d20+11)[ 18 ]  for  (1d8+4)[ 6 ]  with  (1d100)[ 71 ]  for the miss chance, the higher, the better.
 
Metastachydium
 
 Spoiler: A crit! A crit! 

To confirm:  (1d20+9)[ 24 ]  for another  (1d8+4)[ 10 ] 
 
Metastachydium
 
 Spoiler: Oh, and OF COURSE I forgot something! 

Please add  (1d12)[ 4 ]  to the charge damage from Flying Kick.
 
BelGareth
Shimura takes the attack of opportunity without thinking, wincing in pain and regret as he does so, once the Oni lands and he sees the imprints, he tried to strike again at the demon!

 
 Spoiler 

AOO:
   Attack  - (1d20+14)[ 26 ] 
  Damage  - (1d10+10)[ 16 ] 
  miss chance  - (1d100)[ 60 ]  low is good 

Free: assign dodge vs Oni
Attack:
   Attack 1  - (1d20+14)[ 29 ] 
  Damage  - (1d10+10)[ 19 ] 
  miss chance  - (1d100)[ 86 ]  low is good 
  Attack 2  - (1d20+9)[ 20 ] 
  Damage  - (1d10+10)[ 16 ] 
  miss chance  - (1d100)[ 31 ]  low is good

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai  Level  5,  Init  3,  HP  37/51,  Speed  30
 AC  19  Touch  15  Flat-footed  15
 Fort  +7  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Abilities  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition  Mass Aid (+1 morale bonus on attack rolls and saves against fear effects, 9 temp HP), Bulls Strength, 50% fortification
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [3/3], Anklets of Translocation [2/3]
 Boon  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 2/2 essentia invested (25%/e fortification)
 speech:  008080
 
Cygnia
The oni was retreating!  Still, if such a foe was allowed to live, it could once again attack innocent travelers.  THAT COULD NOT STAND!

    "SKREE!  Ancestors, hear my plea and lay divine retribution upon this oni who has attacked us without merit and thwarts our righteous mission!"     cried out Ahalyā to the snowy sky.

 
 Spoiler: Action 

Casting  Ancestral Vengeance 
 
 Spoiler: Spell notes 
When you cast this spell, you call out to an ancestral spirit, listing the crimes of your target and urging your ancestor to punish the miscreant.
(The target's alignment is irrelevant to the success of the spell).
The ancestral spirit imposes this punishment in the form of a sharp blow to the target.
This attack hits automatically and deals 1d6 points of damage per two caster levels (maximum 5d6), or 1d6 points per caster level (maximum 10d6) if the target is undead.
A successful Fortitude saving throw reduces the damage by half.
 

 (2d6+2)[ 11 ]  (the +2 is from Knowledge Devotion)
 

 
 Spoiler: Statblock 

   Ahalyā   
F CG Vanara Shaman,  Level  5,  Init  2,  HP  36/27,  Speed  30
 AC  18,  Touch  15,  Flat-footed  16,  Fort  8,  Ref  9,  Will  15,  Base Attack Bonus  3
   Unarmed Strike   +5 (1d6-1, x2)
   MW Sickle   +6 (1d6-1, x2)
 Least Crystal of Adaptation Leather Armor +1  (+3 Armor, +2 Dex, +3 Deflect)
 Abilities  Str 9, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 16, Wis 20, Cha 16
 Condition  Endure Elements (from Least Crystal of Adaptation)
Low-Light Vision
Mass Aid: +1 to attack &amp;  fear saves &amp; 9 temp hp for 5 minutes
Protection from Evil: +2 deflection bonus to AC &amp; +2  to all saves for 5 minutes
 
Auranghzeb
 Round 4 

The Snow falls on the wounded Oni's invisible body mixing in with the spirit's dark blood from the wounds. With an unnatural scream, the evil spirit becomes invisible again and launches a barrage of attacks vs Leylek, the clearest and most unexpected threat. Two powerful claws driven by immense fury rip at the crane, the creature only misses with a powerful bite directed at the cranes' long neck. After the attack, the monster leaps towards the trees on the right side of the road and howls.

 
 Spoiler: Damage 
Two power attack claws hit leylek for 1d6(1)+ 10 and 1d6(4) +10 for 25 damage. Then the Oni made his tumble check. Leapt towards the rocks to the right.
 
Metastachydium
The wounded bird lets loose a screech – not of pain, but of  frustration . The Oni is strong and fast; and he just let it leverage those both. No matter, however. It is visible now, and not that far away. Leylek and his angered zeal dart into the air once more to try and collide into the huyling form of the creature.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Uphill Flying Kick Tumbling Charge:  (1d20+11)[ 21 ]  for  (1d8+4)[ 10 ]  and  (1d12)[ 6 ]  Flying Kick damage.
Tumble:  (1d20+14)[ 23 ] 
 
Alhallor
Seeing the brave crane hurt, Onka rushes towards the Oni and rams his elbow against his stomach and then stomps his foot to break the Onis feet.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Tumble against AoO:  (1d20+13)[ 18 ] 
Attack 1:  (1d20+7)[ 17 ] 
Damage 1:  (1d8+5)[ 11 ] 
Attack 2:  (1d20+7)[ 9 ] 
Damage 2:  (1d8+5)[ 8 ]  I guess still Shaken.
 
BelGareth
Frowning, Shimura flicks his blade with his wrist, and then slowly sheathes it, un-slinging his bow in the next movement, aims and shoots at the Oni with practiced ease.

 
 Spoiler 

Move: sheathe
free: draw
Standard: attack
  attack 1  - (1d20+11)[ 31 ] 
  Damage  - (1d8+4)[ 6 ] 

Confirm crit: 20
Crit damage: +17

  attack 2  - (1d20+6)[ 14 ] 
  Damage  - (1d8+4)[ 10 ] 
   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai  Level  5,  Init  3,  HP  37/51,  Speed  30
 AC  19  Touch  15  Flat-footed  15
 Fort  +7  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Abilities  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition  Mass Aid (+1 morale bonus on attack rolls and saves against fear effects), Bulls Strength, 50% fortification
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [3/3], Anklets of Translocation [2/3]
 Boon  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 2/2 essentia invested (25%/e fortification)
 speech:  008080
 
Auranghzeb
 Round 4 

Leylek continues his relentless pursuit and wounds the foe more. Onka tumbles uphill with a few acrobatic flips and aims a well placed kick at the monster's knees. The Oni is clearly surprised with the resistance exhibit and as he starts to turn around to flee Shimura lets go a deadly arrow. The arrow's colorful feathers lit up the snow as it flies true towards the Oni's throat slicing the aorta and lodging into the creature's neck. The Oni spins in horror as its legs give up and it collapses from uphill into the road next to the panicked horse. Its black blood soiling the snow.
Metastachydium
Leylek, his scowl unending, nods at Onka, performs a quick bow towards Shimura and then wordlessly sails down beside the limp body of the oni, removing a flask from his pack and pouring its viscous contents over the creature's upper back. The others can, no doubt, tell that it's lamp oil.   Who wants the honour?   the crane speaks up, at last, coolly.
BelGareth
 "Do it quickly!"  Shimura hissed, as his shoulder screamed out in pain as the adrenaline dumped.

 
 Spoiler 

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai  Level  5,  Init  3,  HP  37/51,  Speed  30
 AC  19  Touch  15  Flat-footed  15
 Fort  +7  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Abilities  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition  Mass Aid (+1 morale bonus on attack rolls and saves against fear effects), Bulls Strength, 50% fortification
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [3/3], Anklets of Translocation [2/3]
 Boon  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 2/2 essentia invested (25%/e fortification)
 speech:  008080
 
Alhallor
Seeing the monstrosity fall Onka falls down too. Gasping for air the dancer is still shaking in slowly subsiding fear. When Leylek glides down and douses the creature the dancer can only shake his head in denial.  I don't... Sorry 
Cygnia
   "Ho, I can make fire, yes..."    The shaman shuffled forwards, flint and steel in her hand.  Typical city folk who knew little of the ways of the wild.     "Spirits and ancestors, cast this evil back to oblivion.  May it no longer prey upon the innocent and taint these lands..."   

And Ahalyā bowed her head as she made sparks.
Auranghzeb
The breathless Oni’s wounds were closing every second, the life still not abandoning it. Shimura and Onka twisted the arrow in its throat to keep it down while everyone else tried to find a way of making fire. Finally, the shaman lit it up and the Oni became a bonfire emanating a hideous black smoke and a stench of evil. As The  demonic flesh charred and the Oni’s spirit abandoned this realm, Ahlya sensed it leaving in anger.

The snow became a soft but dense rain.

What do you do?
Metastachydium
Leylek looks up at the sky, his wrath shrinking back into what one might describe as wounded disgust. Unlike the shaman, he cannot tell if the Oni is truly gone, but that doesn't worry him the most: he's yet to see a light drizzle putting out burning fat. The issue lies with the way forward.   This bodes ill for the tracks.   he stares into the clouds, his voice dry.   And that   he flicks a clawed finger towards the burning monster   might bode ill for us. Shimura- sama , when I first found their trail, I noticed that a horse ran unshod. I thought little of it, at the time. But now I fear it was no horse. The Crabs might be consorting with strange powers.  
Cygnia
Raksha slunk over to Ahalyā, whimpering    "...I am sorry, mistress..."   
   "Hush, Raksha...facing an evil like that would unnerve even the bravest of souls."    Ahalyā gently skritched behind the wolf's ears.    "But we have returned that evil to the grave.  Now, see if you can help Master Leylek find our quarry, yes?"   

Inwardly, the shaman was concerned.  It was one thing if this oni had been a chance assault, looking for easy prey.  But if it had indeed been working with the thieves in some way...

 (1d20+4)[ 15 ]  Raksha: Aid Another Track (via Scent)
Metastachydium
Not waiting any further for an answer, lest the tracks get washed away altogether, Leylek turns around, falling very quiet for a moment as he studies the ground. That wretched thing has wasted enough of their time.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Survival:  (1d20+10)[ 17 ]  (add another +2 if there are human tracks).
 
Auranghzeb
The rain soon turns the snow into mud, tracking becomes almost impossible. Your only clue is keeping the road uphill as intended, it is not intense enough to quench the fire that burns down the Oni.

Resigned, and after calming the panicked horses, you move on. As you march on, and turn around the mountain passes, you see the ocean far away, the water shinning under the sun beams that pierce the dark clouds. The rain eventually stops. You have moved about two hours since your encounter with the Oni. The road starts to descend into a forest of tall lean trees, the rain and snow don't seem to have reached this far and leylek can again find a track, six horses this time, probably crossed half a day ago, split in two groups.

Ahalya, you sense something changed for good after the Oni's death and as Leylek is trying to re-stablish the trail, Raksha's neck goes tense and a moment after a doe spirit jumps into the road and faces you, only you and Raksha seem to notice it.
Cygnia
Ahalyā bowed her head in respect as the spirit passed, murmuring her thanks softly to it in the Spirit Tongue.  The woods were in balance again with the defeat of the oni -- she could feel it.  Perhaps finding the path of their quarry again was the spirits' gratitude at work.

Or, just a happy coincidence.  Either way, the shaman knew it was best to give the spirits their due in situations like this.
Metastachydium
Perfectly unaware of the silent encounter between shaman and spirit going on in what is, for him, the background, Leylek busies himself with his own task, his head jotting up and down, scanning the horizon now, and the ground immediately after.   Their lead grows.   he grumps.   I count six. Not riding together anymore.   he hisses something more under his breath, probably a swear word too horrible to even contemplate, in a tongue alien to his companions' ears. He leans forward once more, going over both sets of tracks, looking for the trail of the shoeless horse bearing no rider. Could it have really been the Oni? Soon enough, he should know for certain.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Survival, if needed:  (1d20+10)[ 13 ] , assuming Raksha can bother to assist; and
Knowledge (geography):  (1d20+3)[ 23 ] 
 
BelGareth
 "Leylek-san"  Shimura responded in mind, if not a little late, he was still within his own thoughts, and the meaning of what they had just fought, the shock was plain on his wide eyes, supernatural Oni was not something they teach you in the Dojo's of the Dragon clan.  "If not the Crab clan, then someone else wants us to believe they are. When dealing with honerless foes, everything is a feint, every move, every action planned out, we must not falter, either path is good, when one is not the needed path, we will know the other is." 
 
 Spoiler 

Any healing would help

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai  Level  5,  Init  3,  HP  37/51,  Speed  30
 AC  19  Touch  15  Flat-footed  15
 Fort  +7  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Abilities  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition  50% fortification
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [3/3], Anklets of Translocation [2/3]
 Boon  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 2/2 essentia invested (25%/e fortification)
 speech:  008080
 
Alhallor
Onka was pretty happy about the rain. They obviusly avoided a bad fortune and Leylek of course had no problems following the trail of they're targets. Though the dancer couldn't really help with the tracking he definitely did his due in the fight with the horrible abomination they faced.

 You think we have to face even more foes like that one oni? It already was pretty horrifying. 
Cygnia
   "May it at least not be today..."    murmured the shaman with some solemnity.

Then...

   "EEP!  Oh, foolish foolish me!  You two are still wounded!  This must be tended to with haste -- yes, yes, yes!"     Ahalyā suddenly rapped her knuckles to her temple, then released her healing magiks upon Shimura and Leylek.     "Ohhhh, may we not fall into battle again this day too!"   
 
 Spoiler: Action 

Converting a lvl 2 slot to Cure Moderate Wounds on Shimura  (2d8+5)[ 13 ]  and a lvl 3 slot to Cure Serious Wounds on Leylek  (3d8+5)[ 19 ] 
 
Auranghzeb
 Ahalya 
The spirt salutes you and hops out of sight as you move in to heal Shimura San

 eylek 
In your time in the region you have learn a few things. One group of riders is going south-east, into the valley of Eno, there's a small settlement there, loyal to the regent. It is about a three hours ride.

The other group moved east. That's the direction of the small port of Kare. A tiny commercial outpost embedded in the cliffs. That's about a day away.

 
 Spoiler: OoC 
What do you do?
 
Metastachydium
  Good of you to notice.   Leylek tells the Vanara dryly, but with a thankful nod as he watches his wounds fade.   As for paths.   he scowls   Some rode east, to Kare, no doubt. A stinking port, a day from here. Their obvious choice, I would say: though small, it lets them take the sea.   He then motions at the other trail, almost contemtuoulsy.   These took more to the south. Eno. It is close. Three hours, if we make good time. But it is true to the Regent: a curious destination for the treacherous.   It would seem that had he teeth, the bird would now be grinding them.   Shimura- sama , I'd urge you to choose the sea-path. Three hours seems little, but the thieves are far ahead. If they have a ship waiting, we'll lose them.  
BelGareth
Shimura nods in thanks to the strange shaman as his wounds began to knit together, and the sharp pain of the wounds soothed into a slow throbbing dull pain, much easier to handle.

 "You cut straight to it, the seaport seems the logical direction to me as well, how fast can we go?"  he says in earnest

 
 Spoiler 

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai  Level  5,  Init  3,  HP  50/51,  Speed  30
 AC  19  Touch  15  Flat-footed  15
 Fort  +7  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Abilities  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition  50% fortification
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [3/3], Anklets of Translocation [2/3]
 Boon  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 2/2 essentia invested (25%/e fortification)
 speech:  008080
 
Alhallor
Onka thinks for a moment. The lay of the land was always puzzling for him if it wasn't a road to a specific destination.
  Makes sense for them to really choose the seaport if they want to get as much distance as fast as possible. 
Metastachydium
Leylek looks at his companions in turn, before resting his gaze on the samurai once more.   That appears settled. How much haste we can make depends on how bold we are.   he explains, his expression only halfway to a frown this once.   More if we ride for Kare blindly, fast as the horses can run, less if I keep watching the ground, lest my instinct deceives us.  
Auranghzeb
Deciding the port of Kare is the most likely destination, you step up the chase, pushing the horses to their limit you try to make up for the lost time. But the beasts are fatigued, taken to the brink of exhaustion by the climb and the freightening Oni's attack. As you ride almost oblivious through the forest, Ahalya senses a melancholy in the place, the well-kept road snakes through ancient dense maples, black and red pines, and tall cedars pass in a blur. The late winter sun starts setting when the horses finally give in, exhausted, moving increasingly slower.
You come up to a clearing almost without warning, and almost out of nowhere, you see the bodies of three horses lying around the charred wood of an extinguished bonfire.

 
 Spoiler: Ooc 
WHAT DO YOU DO?
 
Alhallor
 
 Spoiler: Constutition check 
 (1d20+7)[ 12 ]  included the +4 bonus for riding up until now.
 


At the beginning Onka spurred his horse like any other, but the fact that he wasn't a seasoned rider did soon catch up to him. He hurt in places he know he could hurt, but also some he didn't knew about before. But the dancer gritted his teeth. He had weathered harsher conditions before and the pain was almost nostalgic. He would emerge as a better rider at least.

When they reached the clearing Onka had a good excuse to get off his mount. The dancer winced when adjusting his weight but got closer to these horse bodies to take a look at them.

 What happened here? 
Cygnia
 
 Spoiler 

CON checks DC 15
 (1d20+8)[ 18 ]  for Ahalyā
 (1d20+5)[ 6 ]  for Raksha
 


Ahalyā was still fine.  Raksha (perhaps on the basis of  carrying  Ahalyā) was not.  And promptly laid down, panting with fatigue.

Giving her wolf a reassuring pat, Ahalyā murmured a prayer for the souls of the dead horses.     "Senseless, tsk.  If they needed to reach the port in haste, why kill their steeds?  Unless there is somewhere else in this area they wanted to go instead?  Some place they did not want the hoofprints to lead us to..."   
Metastachydium
Leylek stops himself, thoroughly winded. It's his sheer obstinacy alone that carried him this far at this pace: he spent so much time on the slow watch, and so much time on the slow hunt since he got stranded in these lands, as it would appear, that he no longer knows how to sweep through the plains like the summer storms, fast and tireless. He clenches both fists in frustration and anger. Is this where the winds are taking him?

But he, mercifully, doesn't get the time to truly wallow. There is work to do still.   Do not be too quick in judgement. I've seen horses rrun to death. Wise warriors ride with more than one, change them every so often. Our foes did not ride with spares.   he warns the Vanara, moving forward to inspect the ground, the horses, the fire, trying hard to hide how laborious his breath was made by the haste.   Perhaps they changed steeds here, wastefully. We shall see.  
 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Survival (incl. for stuff like when did the fire burn out, not just how creatures moved about the clearing):  (1d20+8)[ 18 ]  (+10 to pick up the signs of  Humans doing stuff)
Search:  (1d20+8)[ 17 ] 
Perception:  (1d20+5)[ 6 ] 
Knowledge (nature) (if it helps with telling how the horses died):  (1d20+9)[ 29 ] 
 
BelGareth
Riding his steed as hard he could, without causing it harm, and without stripping his companions, he used a modified canter, helping ease the ride...mostly.

Evenstill, when they got to the clearing, his horse was ragged breathed, eyes frowning, he reigned in the beast, and dismounted, tying the horse to a nearby tree branch.  "What happened here indeed."  he stated, repeating the  Shugyosha  Onka's words. He is on high alert, hands ready to draw his blade.

 
 Spoiler 

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai  Level  5,  Init  3,  HP  50/51,  Speed  30
 AC  19  Touch  15  Flat-footed  15
 Fort  +7  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Abilities  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition  50% fortification
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [3/3], Anklets of Translocation [2/3]
 Boon  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 2/2 essentia invested (25%/e fortification)
 speech:   008080 
 
Cygnia
The shaman said nothing to Leylek's words, instead turning her own clinical eye towards the deceased horses.  The fact that there was great sadness in this spot was not encouraging...

 (1d20+10)[ 18 ]  Heal check to determine cause of death &amp; how long they've been dead (CAdv p101)
Auranghzeb
Leylek, you astutely understand the riders must have refresh horses here. The bonfire tells you right away that someone camped here last night and by the amount of footsteps and hoof tracks is evident that there were at least six horses leaving the camp.

They have the advantage. You are so focused on your tracking and deductions that you don’t see anything else during a few minutes.

Shimura, alert and aware, you keep a hand ready next to your sword as leylek explores the perimeter and Onka and Ahalya inspect the horses.

Ahalya and Onka. You approach the slaughtered animals. The cause is clear, their necks show a big gash and their heads lay in dark pools of blood. They are placed almost ritualistically. But you soon realized you have overstepped as an invisible wave of negative energy washes you both emanating from the ashes where a green ember glows briefly.
Cygnia
 
 Spoiler: Will Save (DC12) 
 (1d20+15)[ 21 ] 
 


As the tainted magic attempted to strike her, Ahalyā hissed out a curse in her native tongue.  Bad enough the horses were killed, but to disrespect their bodies even further in a filthy trap?!  What if the local animals needed to feed, helping return the corpses to the earth?!
Alhallor
Leaving you're horses behind was one thing, but killing them in such a gruesome manner was something altogether. If the oni really was hired somehow by the crabs, combined with this...

 
 Spoiler: Will save. 
Against 12:  (1d20+2)[ 6 ] 
 


Onka sees the flickering of a cursed ember instead of bracing against the impact he strides forward, plunging his hand into the ashes to get ahold of these accursed flames.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Attack the ashes:  (1d20+10)[ 20 ] 
Damage:  (1d8+4)[ 10 ]  Charge bonus:  (1d4)[ 3 ]  Sonic. Unarmed attack counts as magic (Wyrmfang Amulet)
 
Auranghzeb
Onka jumps into the ashes with a descending chop that smashed the embers to dust and a Sonic effect that produces a small cloud of ashes to rise. The dancer clothes are covered with tiny ashes.
But that’s nothing. Raksha growls and the fur in its back stiffens in stress.
The horse that Ahalya is inspecting open its eye. A black pool of despair of an eye and in a second the flesh and muscles of the slain horse fold back as if someone had flayed the animal. There are three unnatural screams. And the horses start to rise.
Alhallor
 
 Spoiler: Initiative 
 It's an Initiative roll:  (1d20+4)[ 7 ] 
 
BelGareth
As he keeps a stoic eye on his companions, as well as the treeline, everything happens all at once, and all he can think of was:  Of course. 
 
 Spoiler 

  Initi  - (1d20+3)[ 14 ] 
   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai  Level  5,  Init  3,  HP  50/51,  Speed  30
 AC  19  Touch  15  Flat-footed  15
 Fort  +7  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Abilities  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition  50% fortification
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [3/3], Anklets of Translocation [2/3]
 Boon  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 2/2 essentia invested (25%/e fortification)
 speech:   008080 
 
Cygnia
A chance to rest.  That's all Raksha wanted.

Instead, as her mistress and the hoomin-with-the-spirit-in-him examined the corpses, something Evil got set off.  That was bad enough.  But then the hoomin decided to  attack  the campfire...

...

...

...and then all hell broke loose.

For all the  complaints talk about vanara being far too Curious about Things, hoomins seemed to be much worse in their recklessness!

Meanwhile, Ahalyā let out a surprised screech as the corpses of the horses began to get up.  Frantically, her mind whirred about what unnatural things they had now become!

 
 Spoiler: Rolls 

 (1d20+2)[ 16 ]  Initiative
 (1d20+13)[ 25 ]  Knowledge: Religion + Collector of Stories (for Knowledge Devotion)
 
Metastachydium
Leylek  was  quite ready to share his findings, but the commotion with the ashes and the rising horses are quick to change his priorities.   Truly?   he hisses, with the deepest disgust a bird can express in his voice and on his face. He is of the steppes, after all; and  this  is no way to treat a horse.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Initiative:  (1d20+3)[ 11 ] 
 
BelGareth
Sucking in his breath, Shimura quickly advances to the foul things, his blade flashes like lightning, once, twice

 
 Spoiler 

Move to AG8
Attack: (start with AF7)
  Attack 1  - (1d20+11)[ 25 ] 
  Damage  - (1d10+7)[ 13 ]  and   Iaijutsu Focus  - (1d20+10)[ 25 ]  for [ 16 ] damage (rolled in discord)

  Attack 2  - (1d20+6)[ 11 ] 
  Damage  - (1d10+7)[ 11 ] 
   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai  Level  5,  Init  3,  HP  50/51,  Speed  30
 AC  19  Touch  15  Flat-footed  15
 Fort  +7  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Abilities  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition  50% fortification
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [3/3], Anklets of Translocation [2/3]
 Boon  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 2/2 essentia invested (25%/e fortification)
 speech:   008080 
 
Cygnia
   "ACK!  Undead --  Onikage !  What are they DOING here -- this is not the Shadowlands!"     screeched Ahalyā.  Such foul magicks must indeed be in play to pull unclean monsters into the land of the living!

Ahalyā immediately drew herself away from the rising equine corpses and Raksha followed suit with a tired whine.     "HO!  Ancestors, hear my plea!  Drive this accursed spawn back to the Shadowlands and let these poor animals return to their eternal rest!"    cried the shaman.

 
 Spoiler: Actions 

5ft to AE9
Turning attempt (turns as a lvl 3 cleric)
 (1d20+3)[ 5 ] 
Potential Turning Dmg
 (2d6+6)[ 17 ] 
Declaring my Dodge on the Onikage at AF7
Raksha will use Aid Another to give Ahalyā +2 to her AC
Vs AC 10  (1d20+1)[ 2 ]  (penalty for Fatigued factored in)
 

 
 Spoiler: Statblock 

   Ahalyā   
F CG Vanara Shaman,  Level  5,  Init  2,  HP  36/27,  Speed  30
 AC  15,  Touch  12,  Flat-footed  13,  Fort  8,  Ref  9,  Will  15,  Base Attack Bonus  3
   Unarmed Strike   +5 (1d6-1, x2)
   MW Sickle   +6 (1d6-1, x2)
 Least Crystal of Adaptation Leather Armor +1  (+3 Armor, +2 Dex)
 Abilities  Str 9, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 16, Wis 20, Cha 16
 Condition  Endure Elements (from Least Crystal of Adaptation)
Low-Light Vision
 
Auranghzeb
 ROUND 1 

Shimura bristles through the battle field drawing his sword with lighting quickness, the Katana slashes the Onikage's chest with ease but the foul beast is still standing. The descending continuation with the sword is not successful.

The Beast retaliates in full, raising over its hind legs and hitting Shimura with both its reptile-like claws, the bite misses Shimura's face.

The other Onikage joins the fray with fury and hits Shimura with all it got. Striking the Smaurai with claws and bite.

 
 Spoiler: OoC 
Auch! damage: 1 claw 8, 2 claws 8, bite misses
1claw 8, 2 claw 8, bite 5
Total 37
 


The other Onikage moves toward Onka and misses the dancer with both its claws, however, as the dancer expertly dodges the attacks, the beast sinks its terrible teeth deeply into Onka's forearm!

 
 Spoiler: OoC 
Crit 10 Damage
 
Alhallor
The dancer was too slow he didn't get the unholy energy before it flowed into the horses!

With ease he stepped away from the horses claws but as he readied a punch with his right arm the abomination sank his teeth in it.

Onka didn't let out a sound and hammered his other hand into the neck of the beast to get it away. Once, twice, thrice.

 
 Spoiler: Attacks 
Attack 1:  (1d20+7)[ 26 ] 
Damage 1:  (1d8+4)[ 12 ] 
Attack 2:  (1d20+7)[ 16 ] 
Damage 2:  (1d8+4)[ 7 ] 
Attack 3:  (1d20+7)[ 23 ] 
Damage 3:  (1d8+4)[ 6 ]  Attacks count as magic.
 
Metastachydium
All looks very cold and dark to the bird now; this shouldn't be. But he will not let his fatigue better him, no. His indignation is a force in itself. He need only direct it against these mockeries of the greatest wealth his people know – and fate will decide the rest. He darts forward through the air, as fast as his tired muscles will let him and his talon and beak reach out for the closer of the two monsters assaulting the samurai.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Leylek moves to above AI 6, flying; flurries the Onikage on AH7:
 (1d20+8)[ 17 ]  (-1 fatigue, +2 for flanking, +1 for high ground) for  (1d8+3)[ 8 ]  magical bludgeoning and
 (1d20+8)[ 26 ]  for  (1d8+3)[ 11 ]  as above
 
Auranghzeb
 Round 1 


Onka, all your strikes are good, smashing against the crocodile-like skin of the Onikage. A terrible sight, the beast lets your arm go as your knees and fist hit with a one, two three combo.


Leylek, you block pain and exhaustion and lunge forward to aid Shimura! Striking the Onikage to his right twice, the bones crunch, but the beast is still standing.
BelGareth
Blood, blood and intense piercing pain was all Shimura could see for a moment, it passed in a heartbeat, but it's effects lingered, and his focus was fraying at the edges as his lifeblood pumped out of the grievous wounds caused by the foul things before him, he gritted his teeth and pushed forward, he felt a surge of energy, and shunted his chi to protect him as he swung with his blade to try and stem the tide of attacks.

 
 Spoiler 

Free: dodge vs whichever is less hurt (??)
Swift: Activate Law devotion +3 sacred bonus to AC
Attack: (starting with who is hurt more)
  Attack 1  - (1d20+11)[ 16 ] 
  Damage  - (1d10+7)[ 15 ] 
  Attack 2  - (1d20+6)[ 20 ] 
  Damage  - (1d10+7)[ 14 ] 
   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai  Level  5,  Init  3,  HP  31/51,  Speed  30
 AC  23  Touch  19  Flat-footed  20
 Fort  +7  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Abilities  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition  50% fortification, Law devotion (1/10)
 Special  Law devotion [0/1], Belt of Healing [3/3], Anklets of Translocation [2/3]
 Boon  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 2/2 essentia invested (25%/e fortification)
 speech:   008080 
 
Cygnia
    Oh, the spirits must be quite frightened by such dark magicks if they cannot drive back these beasts!    

Ahalyā tried not to panic.  Though her own magicks were nearly depleted, she had one item that needed to come into play, else all might be lost.

   "Raksha, aid Master Shimura if you can.  We must not allow him to fall!"     The vanara shaman then activated the power of her belt, pouring all of its power for the day into the mighty samurai!

 
 Spoiler: Actions 

Free: dodge vs whichever is less hurt
Activating all 3 charges of her healing belt into Shimura  (4d8)[ 18 ] 
Raksha will use Aid Another to give Shimura +2 to his AC
 (1d20+1)[ 17 ]  Vs AC 10 (penalty for Fatigued factored in)
 
Auranghzeb
Shimura swings his blade once and twice with supreme strength and speed, both strikes hit the unnatural beast, but it is the second with its upward motion that deals the final strike severing the creature's head cleanly.

Then the Shaman healing energy fills the samurai restoring some of his wounds.


The remaining onikage attack the nearest targets, one of them sinking his second claw deep into the crane's wings.

The one fighting Onka misses a bite and one claw, but hits the dancer with the other claw.


 
 Spoiler: OoC 
Leylek 16 damage

Onka 8 Damage
 
Metastachydium
The dead horse cleaves deep into the bird; but what it truly wounds is not the flesh – but the pride, a dangerous gambit. With a menacing hiss, Leylek springs into the air, taloned feet balled up and lashing out with wrathful resolve.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Jump:  (1d20+9)[ 29 ] , Tumbling:  (1d20+14)[ 16 ]  five feet up; and
flurry, flanking, from above:  (1d20+8)[ 18 ]  for  (1d8+3)[ 8 ]  magical bludgeoning,
 (1d20+8)[ 22 ]  for  (1d8+3)[ 10 ]  the same
 
BelGareth
Shimura was expecting a counter attack, but it seems these beasts are not capable of critical thinking in combat, nonetheless, his companions were under threat, he would have to see how that can be abused at a later time, now he needed to protect his wards. Shunting his chi into his blade, he bought it to bear against the monster near him, slicing down as if he were slicing through bamboo.

 
 Spoiler 

Free: dodge vs AH7
Free: Assign LAW devotion to attack and pump it into Power Attack (+6 damage)
Attack:
  Attack 1  - (1d20+13)[ 20 ] 
  Damage  - (1d10+13)[ 23 ] 
  Attack 2  - (1d20+6)[ 10 ] 
  Damage  - (1d10+13)[ 22 ] 
   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai  Level  5,  Init  3,  HP  31/51,  Speed  30
 AC  23  Touch  19  Flat-footed  20
 Fort  +7  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Abilities  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition  50% fortification, Law devotion (2/10)
 Special  Law devotion [0/1], Belt of Healing [3/3], Anklets of Translocation [2/3]
 Boon  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 2/2 essentia invested (25%/e fortification)
 speech:   008080 
 
Alhallor
Onka was always proud of his ability to dodge and weave out of blows, may it be dangerous animals or more intelligent enemies, but these horses were formidable foes indeed. Another wound joined the first one and occupied and dragged down the dancer who lost his poise for a moment, he was vaguely aware of the battle the others waged but this was his enemy after all.

The dancer span around, ramming his ellbow in the neck of the horse, not contempt with just one attack his other hand delivered a fast chop at the horses forehead.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Attack 1  (1d20+9)[ 13 ] 
Damage 1  (1d8+4)[ 11 ] 
Attack 2  (1d20+9)[ 27 ] 
Damage 2  (1d8+4)[ 6 ] 
 
Auranghzeb
 Round 2 and 3 

Leylek retaliates with bird fury, rising above the foe wth a mighty jump and a downward kick that snaps the beast's jaw. But it is Shimura who deals the deadly blows putting all his weight on a double chop of his katana with two sudden    KIAAAAAAI!    in quick succession driving the katana deep into the beast's spine, the samirai's feet sinking in the grass with the sheer force of the final blow.



Onka rolls with the creature's claw and elbows the beast in close quarters, so close that the elbow does not generate enough force to do any damage, however, the dancer continues his spin and lands a solid chop into the creature's skull.


It is still standing.


 
 Spoiler: Initiatives 

Round 3:

 Shimura 
 Ahalya 

ENEMIES
 
Cygnia
   "EEP!  Now, Raksha, to Master Leylek's defense -- no whining!"    With one foe left standing, Ahalyā hoped the spirits and ancestors would be more encouraged to help thwart this horrid creature.     " HO! Ancestors, hear my plea! Drive this accursed spawn back to the Shadowlands and let this poor animal return to its eternal rest! "   

Meanwhile, with what sounded like a grumble, Raksha loped over to aid in the crane's defense.

 
 Spoiler: Actions 

Free: dodge against the last onikage
Raksha will use Aid Another for Leylek's Defense
 (1d20+1)[ 11 ]  vs AC 10

Turning attempt 2 (turns as a lvl 3 cleric)
 (1d20+3)[ 17 ] 
Potential Turning Dmg
 (2d6+6)[ 12 ] 
 
Auranghzeb
Shinning like a beacon of hope in the dwindling afternoon, Ahalya sends positive energy towards the undead beast, for a second, the energy is engulfed by the land itself, desecrated by the same trap that rose the Onikage, but the Shaman's light is stronger and the attempt succeeds. Onka sees what can only be fear in the creature's eyes as it rises in its hindlegs and starts to gallop away from the Shaman.


 
 Spoiler: AoO 
Onka gets and AoO
 
Alhallor
With the ancestors looming over the battle, the beast that Onka faced was rightfully afraid and the dancer used his chance to bring his knee towards one of the horses clawed feet to bring it down.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Attack:  (1d20+10)[ 13 ] 
Damage:  (1d8+4)[ 12 ] 
 
Alhallor
With his attack missing and the demonic horse running away the dancer couldn't let it roam around the countryside. Onka runs after the horse and with a decisive jump the dancer crushed into the unholy animal, feet first.

 
 Spoiler: ooc 
Attack:  (1d20+12)[ 29 ] 
Damage.  (1d8+4)[ 12 ] 
 (1d12)[ 3 ]  flying kick
 (1d4)[ 2 ]  sonic damage.
 
Auranghzeb
Bristling through the low grass, Onka landed a solid hit on the beast's Skull and the Onikage collapsed.



There was an eerie silence.

And Ahalya saw the evil shadowland spirits leaving the animals' bodies and sinking into the ground as rain into a thirsty land.

The night was almost upon you. Onka, fifty feet away was a shadowy figure in the dying day.


 
 Spoiler: OoC 
What do you do?
 
Metastachydium
Sliding his wing-hand off of his bow he stood ready to draw as he watches the dead mockery collapse, crushed by the dancer, Leylek lets the praise due to the others remain unsaid, and turns to regard the samurai with an almost embarrassed scowl.   Our luck holds, Shimura- sama . But our foe is crafty and shameless. I believe we should rest; this ground is as safe as any we can hope to find now.   the bird advises the man. Even as he still struggles to keep it from showing, he knows he'll be of little use if they continue to hustle through the night.
Alhallor
Onka after having slayed the beast stood there for a moment just... Breathing. His wounds hurt, the fight had left him more exhausted than before and they still had to somehow catch these crab clan guys who were absolute monsters.

The dancer stumbled back to the group, hurt and bleeding and without most of his usual facile movement, having not heard Leylek's words.

 I guess we can say we're on the right track? Alhayla do you have any idea how long it took to make...  Onka gestures towards the place where the horses were sacrificed.  This? Perhaps we can evaluate how far away they are from us? 
Metastachydium
  Bother not.   the bird narrows his eyes, almost irritably.   The fire last burned a night ago. They were waited upon, here, with fresh horses. No mad rush into the dark will let us catch up.  
Cygnia
   "We should at least move the corpses away from where we camp so that they do not attract scavengers..."    Ahalyā said with a grimace.  That the enemy was willing to consort with the evil from the Shadowlands made this mission all the more dangerous.

Murmuring her thanks to the spirits once again for their (belated) aid, Ahalyā turned her mind to the questions Onka asked.  Though Leylek grunted about not bothering, that the enemy had at least a night's travel ahead of them (and again, eliciting another "that can't possibly be a stink eye, can it?" look from Raksha), Ahalyā knew trying to fathom any insight into this unholy ritual could give them warning into just what powers their enemy had at their disposal  -- and how often they could bring them to bear.

 
 Spoiler: Actions 

Taking 20 on the Heal for a total of 30
 (1d20+8)[ 17 ]  Know: Religion check
 

   "OOK! Land is bad.  Desecrated.  May not be safe to rest here, yes yes yes..."   
BelGareth
Shimura merely nods, his wounds were significant, but not anything his belt could not recover,  "Yes, I agree, we are in need of some rest, even if we caught up with our foe, we would not fare well I fear"
 

He then focuses, and uses his belt to heal himself, walking back to find his horse to tie it to a tree.

 "Let us camp away from this..."  he waves his hand  "I am concerned it will bring bad karma to us all" 
 
 Spoiler 

use 1 charge until fully healed:
  healing  - (2d8)[ 15 ] 
  healing  - (2d8)[ 13 ] 
   healing  - (2d8)[ 12 ]   Not needed, so one charge remaining

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai  Level  5,  Init  3,  HP  51/51,  Speed  30
 AC  23  Touch  19  Flat-footed  20
 Fort  +7  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Abilities  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition  50% fortification, Law devotion (2/10)
 Special  Law devotion [0/1], Belt of Healing [1/3], Anklets of Translocation [2/3]
 Boon  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 2/2 essentia invested (25%/e fortification)
 speech:   008080 
 
Alhallor
Onka thankfully having received some healing from Shimura he sayd:  I don't want to burden you and leave the setting up to you but I'd like to do at least something.  

Still battered and bruised the dancer moved slowly, deliberately with precise movements, as a warm up. Then he threw his head, moved with the breeze and let his hair fly. A last tribute to the loyal animals that where so harshly mistreated.

 
 Spoiler: ooc 
Perform (dance):  (1d20+14)[ 25 ] 
 
Metastachydium
Leylek doesn't quite understand the exact purpose of Onka's ritual; but he can intuit some of it: a tribute and a silent dirge. This mollifies even the bird for a moment.   Very well.   he sighs, idly touching his own belt.   I shall see to finding a better spot – but not too far.  
 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Healing!  (2d8)[ 10 ] 
Survival to locate, secure and prepare a campsite:  (1d20+8)[ 16 ] 
 
Auranghzeb
Leylek finds a well sheltered spot not so far away from where the tracks start. As you unsaddle the poor horses, you notice their sweat and fear. They have been loyal. A small bonfire is quickly set, and rations of ricecakes passed around. You are so exhausted that sleep comes easy even in this eerie forest and you are awake long before dawn breaks.
 
 Spoiler: OoC 

What do you do?
 
Metastachydium
  No more time to lose.   Leylek states matter-of-factly, a strange new vigour pulsing in his veins and his words – could it be that the embarrassment alone of yesterday steeled him so? Perhaps; but perhaps, it is just a matter of will, stubborn and angry will. He shall not yield to fatigue once more, if he can help it.   Someone make sure the horses are ready. I'd hate to be hindered; and I'd hate to hurt them.  

Surveying their surroundings briefly, he leans close to the road once more, to get a fresh sense of the trail. Today, the hunt continues.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Perception:  (1d20+9)[ 14 ] 
Survival:  (1d20+11)[ 17 ]  (add +2 if Raksha  begrudgingly  helps)
 
Cygnia
 (1d20+4)[ 23 ]  Raksha Aid Another: Survival w/Scent (DC10)

The bloodthirsty  chicken crane was making his usual impatient squawks again.

Raksha rose from her slumber...


...stretched...


     *~YAWWWWWN~*     

...and immediately walked over to the obvious scent of new horseflesh and hoomins that Leylek hadn't noticed yet.

   "Good girl, Raksha!  Have treat!"     The vanara offered Raksha a piece of jerky, who merely nodded.
Alhallor
Onka stood up, invigorated by the short rest.

The dancer prepares his horse as much as he is able too and try's to be as vigilant as possible when taking a look around while riding towards they're next destination.

Also Onka's body felt weird somehow. Like he finally understood and practiced something fundamental.

When they were going for a slower pace Onka try's to get his horse next to Shimura to ask him.

 I haven't been that acquainted with the different clans because of my former life but can you tell me, well, anything about this crab clan people? Is what they did unexpected or is that normal? 
 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Handle animal:  (1d20+4)[ 20 ] 
Ride:  (1d20+5)[ 19 ] 
Perception:  (1d20+9)[ 11 ] 
 
BelGareth
As they bedded down for the evening, watches were allotted, Shimura found it hard to fall asleep, he knelt with both blades a little away from the group, he rose slowly, and serenely, with a focused gaze, he flowed through the first kata, his katana cutting through the air in a fluid arc, while his wakizashi moved with a grace that resembled a shield, meeting the imagined strikes of an invisible foe. Every movement was deliberate, a testament to his dedication to mastering this new art.

As he transitioned to the next kata, Shimura felt the synergy between the two swords. The katana painted a path of offense, swift and decisive, while the wakizashi's movements were economical yet unyielding, parrying with precision and deflecting potential harm.

In the rhythm of the katas, he found harmony. The katana and wakizashi became an extension of his will, dancing in harmony as if two souls moved as one. Shimura's breathing matched the cadence of the dance, his mind focused solely on the intricate steps of this evolving technique.

Minutes passed, and Shimura's body glistened with sweat. With each completed kata, he felt a deep connection to the ancient masters of Mirumoto Niten, who had devised this art of dual swords. It wasn't just about technique; it was about understanding the balance between offense and defense, strength and agility.

As the sun began its descent, casting long shadows, Shimura finished his final kata. His heart beat with a newfound confidence, knowing that the path he was walking would lead to mastery. The katana and wakizashi, now almost an extension of his very being, were not just weapons but tools to express his resolve, his honor, and his unyielding spirit.

His soul was settled, and his ancestors were at peace for the moment, he could now sleep.

 ~ 
In the morning, he was quick to rise, and gear up so he could watch his companions do their work, ever the sentinel over the others, he kept his eyes peeled for anything...else.

He cant's his head toward Onka and the question,  "is what the Crab clan did expected? No, not at all, all the great clans have honorable families, leaders, and histories, so much so that they are the leading clans of their respective regions with lesser clans holding fealty to them, and they likewise to the Emperor. This is not normal behavior for any of them, though, treachery does run stronger with some clans than others...."  he let that sit for a moment  "Long have the Crab been the shield against the shadowlands, unfairly so many in the kingdom believe, and so they deal with the  taint  moreso than any other clan as their lands abuts the hordes, but I have met many honorable Crab Samurai, this is not normal, no, they are strong, stalwart warriors, who prefer large heavy weapons, I am both eager and dismayed to meet them in battle." 
 
 Spoiler 

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai\ Mirumoto Niten Master 1 Level  5,  Init  3,  HP  61/61,  Speed  30
 AC  18  Touch  14  Flat-footed  15
 Fort  +8  Ref  +5  Will  +5
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition's 
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [3/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects
 speech:   008080 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 0/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 0/2 
 - 
 
  
 
Metastachydium
The birds frown deepens as the samurai utters  horde , but he decides against commenting on the matter. He needs to focus on his task more, not less.
Auranghzeb
The dawn comes marred by a thick low mist, dense and damp that covers the ground and the roots of the trees. As you move on carefully through the day and through the heavy forested road, the mist raises and becomes sparse, not think enough to impede vision, but enough to give everything a dreamy texture.

Initially, the mist causes Leylek and Rakhsa some troubles to track the horses, but soon they find their way and well-kept conditions of the road make it easier. You travel fast and safe, the course is set to take you to the port before sunset.

And so it is, as the sun starts to draw shadows in the mountains behind you, you have a clear picture of the small port town as the road bends out of the tall dense trees and opens into a hollow crowned by high rocks to both sides.

There's also a sight of thin black smoke coming from the port as you can see that something ill-fated has happened. Even from the distance -Roughly 2 miles- you can see the fishing ships half sunken and burnt and the houses... as if the harbringers of death had crossed by.

What do you do?
Alhallor
----------Still on the way-----------

 That doesn't sound that bad, really. They do an honorable and important job, though they may feel slighted that they're assigned task is heavy. And wasn't they're a saying about killing too many demons? 

---------Port city--------

When the smoke comes into view Onka ushered an:  Oh no.  And then spurred his horse to get to the port faster, hoping beyond all hope that they're were still people to be saved.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Ride check:  (1d20+5)[ 10 ] 
Perception:  (1d20+9)[ 29 ] 
 
Metastachydium
Leylek frowns in clear, undiluted disgust at the sight. Have these humans no honour at all? And more troublingly yet, they are very efficient at covering their tracks. No witnesses to talk. No ships to board and give chase.   I fear we might be too late, Shimura- sama .   he voices his concerns, already trying to think a step, a mile, a hundred ahead. Whatever it may take to go on.   Were this what it looks like, the trail itself might be gone. We might want to tread with care. I suspect…   he winces as Onka rushes forward, blindly into what remains of Kare.   …another trap.  
 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Perception:  (1d20+9)[ 21 ] 

Knowledge (geography):  (1d20+4)[ 22 ]  to try and figure out where the Crabs might be headed, in case the crew cannot find a good enough clue.
 
BelGareth
Shimura frowns as they see the smoke plumes coming from the port city, a part of him urged to cantor off and help these people, but he controlled himself, his was the mission of keeping  these  people sage, thinking of his companions. His thought was interrupted by the Leylek's words and Onka rushing off....

 "As you say Master Leylek, it is most likely one, but what other option do we have?"  he asks bluntly, before setting off to keep up with Onka.

 
 Spoiler 

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai\ Mirumoto Niten Master 1 Level  5,  Init  3,  HP  61/61,  Speed  30
 AC  18  Touch  14  Flat-footed  15
 Fort  +8  Ref  +5  Will  +5
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition's 
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [3/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects
 speech:   008080 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 0/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 0/2 
 - 
 
  
 
Cygnia
    Gods, this destruction -- it makes no sense!      A shocked Ahalyā urged Raksha to follow after Shimura (who was now hurrying after Onka).  Would not it have been better for their quarry to use speed and stealth to escape them?  Just what were in those scrolls to justify such slaughter?!      O ancestors and spirits, may this not all be in vain!    
Auranghzeb
As you approach the village there's an eerie silence. You come in from the south on the road across the farmland. You see the first charred buildings still smoking and the signs of battle or slaughter as some cattle lays dead on the field.

A confused hen moves around the farmland aimlessly. But you see no humans.

It is only when you turn right at the edge of the road, that you noticed you are being observed from the shadows inside buildings 1 and 4.
Metastachydium
As the group finally cathches up with the dancer and the mysterious observers show themselves, Leylek sternly motions to Onka to stop foolishly advancing. Instead he steps forward himself, his scowl deepening, as much in a warning for who might be their foes as in displeasure upon taking a closer look at the work of bestial savagery their quarry left behind once more.   Do you stand with the Crab?   the burd's voice rings out: a question and a challenge.
Cygnia
    ...no spirits...     Ahalyā scanned the area as best as she could, then noted Raksha seemed tense as Leylek barked out his challenge/question.

   "...someone is  scared , mistress -- whoever it is, I can smell it..."    The wolf muttered, casting her own glance towards all the destruction around them as to an obvious cause as to why.  Raksha added dryly    "...and I'm sure the bird's squawking is not helping to alleviate that..."   
   "Ho, is anyone hurt?"    The shaman's tone sounded much more compassionate in comparison to Leylek.
BelGareth
Shimura dismounted from his horse, leading the stalwart pony with one hand while the other rested on his sword handle, he searched as they walked, hoping to find a clue as to what had happened.

 "Come forth and show yourselves!"  he demands  "do not dishonor your ancestors so by shirking to the shadows for protection!" 
 
 Spoiler 

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai\ Mirumoto Niten Master 1 Level  5,  Init  3,  HP  61/61,  Speed  30
 AC  18  Touch  14  Flat-footed  15
 Fort  +8  Ref  +5  Will  +5
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition's 
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [3/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects
 speech:   008080 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 0/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 0/2 
 - 
 
  
 
Alhallor
Onka was shocked by the sight of the destruction and it took a bit till he calmed himself. He dismounted and stroke his horse more to calm himself than it.

He added his voice to the others.

 We won't harm you. Please we just want to know what happened. 
 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Diplomacy?: [ROLL]1d20+4
 
Auranghzeb
The sight of a besieged town greeted you. People like shadows, running to their sheltered houses and their darkened corners to spy on you from behind closed doors, afraid.


 


You walked through the ominous charred land and approach the first line of houses. Where Shimura, Onka and Ahalya raise their voices: a voice of threats, a voice of deceit, a voice of concern.

To Shimura's, only silence and suspicion.

To Onka's, mistrusts.

To Ahalya's... a brief silence... a pause.

Then hurried steps an a lonely woman coming out of the first building.

" We are tired and affraid, they came by as a summer storm and washed away the village. But it is getting dark. and they promised the night will bring woes and pain. Best if you get under cover. "
BelGareth
Shimura frowns at the disconcerting silence to their demands until the lady approaches them,  "Is there no place to fortify yourselves?"  he asks, much less stern than before,  "Who did this? were they spirits, or men?" 
 
 Spoiler 

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai\ Mirumoto Niten Master 1 Level  5,  Init  3,  HP  61/61,  Speed  30
 AC  18  Touch  14  Flat-footed  15
 Fort  +8  Ref  +5  Will  +5
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition's 
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [3/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects
 speech:   008080 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 0/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 0/2 
 - 
 
  
 
Auranghzeb
The woman, in her late sixties, walks toward you. The shadows shuffle inside the house she left, they call her:

 Grandma! leave them alone, come back inside! 

The woman waves off their demand and takes a couple more steps. Her hair is in disarray and there is a dignified sadness in her eyes.

 They were no men. For no men would do what they did. They burn our food and our livelihood, what are we to do without a pier an our fishing boats? They brought us Hunger. 

A sturdy man exits the house and calls the woman.

 Grandma! Come back here, these are the strangers they warn us about. They'll kill us all! 

The woman ignores him. She pierces you with an angry glare.

 We are dead already. I better take my chances. Follow me, I'll show you where they are. 
Alhallor
Onka bows towards the old woman.

 Thank you revered elder, we have not much that we can give, but I hope it'll allow the pangs of hunger to pain a little less.  Onka puts 3 of his packed up rations on the ground for the family to get later and with a heavy heart he also leaves a pot of honey from home there too.

 Lead the way. 
Cygnia
   "Master Shimura, Master Leylek -- dusk is soon coming.  The darkness may be a powerful ally to this evil.  We will need light if we choose to face it so soon..."     As she gave her warning, Ahalyā was tactful enough to not bring up the fact that she had little trouble in seeing in low light conditions.

But lanterns -- even torches -- might provide some relief in thwarting their enemies' advantage.
Metastachydium
Leylek glares at a point in the gloom somewhere to the shaman's left for a moment, then slowly nods.   It is true. Shadow's the shield of the spineless.   and he should have remembered how it hinders their own. He's getting erratic. Too eager.   You fight like I do,   he turns to Onka with a slight bow, almost like another nod, as he reaches into his pack to remove a weathered lantern, sturdier than the ones made on the islands, of the blackened, old, bog iron of the plains.   but I need my arms to fly.   the bird's taloned hand extends, holding out the lamp for the dancer if he'll take it.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Hooded lantern; 4 flasks of oil are still available.
 
BelGareth
Shimura frowns as the peasants around them come out of the cherry blossoms to admonish their elder who had the courage to come out, he bowed slightly to her with a curt head nod  "thank you  Obaasan , if only everyone had your courage, we are here to help and would rally against this evil that caused this destruction, if only you would assist?"  he says the last like a question, not a demand, but a plea for help, which is strange coming from a Samurai to Hyakusho.  "We are in need of lanterns to fight this evil, can you find what you have and follow us?" 
 
 Spoiler 

  Diplomacy  - (1d20+11)[ 18 ]  +2 if aid another from Onka

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai\ Mirumoto Niten Master 1 Level  5,  Init  3,  HP  61/61,  Speed  30
 AC  18  Touch  14  Flat-footed  15
 Fort  +8  Ref  +5  Will  +5
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition's 
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [3/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects
 speech:   008080 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 0/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 0/2 
 - 
 
  
 
Cygnia
   "Indeed, if this enemy is not defeated now, this destruction will spread throughout the land and others will suffer this same fate..."    The shaman said softly.     "Courage, bravery -- they are not the absence of fear.  They are acknowledging such fears and standing up for what is right and honorable regardless.  This is why we are here."   

And she too bowed her head.

 (1d20+11)[ 30 ]  Diplomacy (Aid Another unless by some miracle it's 23 or better...)
Auranghzeb
The woman stares at Shimura, not often a Samurai addressed a plain woman with such respect. The soft spoken words and the striking authority of the Samurai himself seem to have an effect over the other people too. They stop short of helping right away, but at least they seem to be listening. Two men in their late forties and a little girl come out of the building to the East (number 4 in the map). They carry improvised peasant weapons: a Kama and a Scythe.

 The village is East of the massive mountains you have just crossed, as soon as the sun touches its peak, darkness will come like a summer storm rolling.

The woman speaks as dusk rears its head.

  Bring these men some light. It's not as if we are waiting for anything else but death.  

The men with the little girl and the woman's grandchildren nod, unconvinced but resigned to their luck. However, they don't move.

The woman sneers at them. Until they hesitantly move towards their houses, looking over their shoulders.

The woman sems firm, But looking at you her voice breaks.

 Forgive them Samurai San, if you had seen what we saw last night, you won't be as brave, Wathever ill fortune touched the village, its seed is on the other side of the groove (map 6). They took over those two houses.(map 12 and 7).  


The men are back outside, one of them approaches with a brass brazier with some embers on it.


   Here... help yourselves... I need to secure my house... may the kami protect you.   


The old woman is the only one seeming willing to go with you... but so adamant is she that her grandson steps forward... grabbing a pitchfork from the threshold.

  I'll show them grandma, get back inside.  
Cygnia
   "Give me a moment to prepare us for conflict then..."     Ahalyā looked up from lighting Leylek's lantern with her own flint &amp; steel.  She clasped her hands, softly beseeching the spirits for aid (and making sure to include the brave farmer who chose to join them for his grandmother's sake).

Then she touched Shimura, giving him the blessing of extra strength.

 
 Spoiler: Actions 

Casting Mass Aid (six minutes): +1 morale bonus on attack rolls and saves against fear effects, plus temporary hit points equal  (1d8+6)[ 7 ] 
Casting Bull's Strength on Shimura (six minutes): +4 enhancement bonus to Strength
 
Alhallor
The dancer took Leylek's lantern, lightened by Ahalya. There was honor in the words of the crane-warrior, which was kinda nice but it also carried a kind of burden with it which was weird for the dancer. Not bad, but different than what he was used too. Onka adresses both the woman and her grandson.

 You both have done enough, it would be better if you survive to rebuild what has been lost. 

The dancer wouldn't stand his ground on his words, if the two would really want to fight with them he would let them, but giving them a possible way out seemed important.
Metastachydium
  Good man.   Leylek tells the villager with a grave nod, also sparing a momentt to add a quick, shallow bow thanking the Vanara as he feels life well up in him.   But Onka is right. That crude thing   he motions at the pitchfork   won't serve you well against the sort of foe we chase. Show us the way; but keep your distance.  
BelGareth
Shimura nods at Leyleks words, wise as usual, he draws  both  blades in a smooth singular motion which seems to initiate an aura around him, white almost see through flames erupted around him, licking his clothes, and the ground, it pulsed with power, as if the phantom flames wanted to realize themselves. He turned to everyone  "Let us head into the darkness, and hope our meager light will guide our path"  he intoned solemnly, for who knew what fiendish Oni they would have to face.

 
 Spoiler 

draw both blades, activate Mirumoto Niten dragonmark, investing 1 essentia into both soulmelds

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai\ Mirumoto Niten Master 1 Level  5,  Init  3,  HP  68/61,  Speed  30
 AC  21  Touch  14  Flat-footed  18
 Fort  +8  Ref  +5  Will  +5
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition's  DR 1/-, Mantle of flame 2d6 fire on hit, Aid (+1 morale bonus on attack rolls and saves against fear effects), Bull's Strength (+4 enh to STR)
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [3/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects
 speech:   008080 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 1/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  
 
Auranghzeb
The man nodded when he heard Onka and Leylek suggesting they were not needed and started to turn around, only to meet his grandmother's stern gaze.

 Magomusuko, do not move an inch.  She said, gravely.  These people will defend our village, do not be a coward like those behind us. 

The man made a small reverence and gripped his improvised weapon tightly.


 


As Shimura suggested, you ventured through darkness in the dimming light of the second day. Walking towards the indicated buildings behind the groove and the shrine. Leaving the sacred groove to your right, you came into a clearing. dividing two large buildings. Much better built than those you had seen, they must have been some merchant or local noble residencies until yesterday, now, the banners of the Crab Clan waved high on top of them.

 

Two men sat cross-legged at the bottom of the nearest house. about 40' from you, they wore the kimonos of low nobility and had naginatas in front of them. A third figure, a fully armored Crab Samurai stood on the house threshold, barely visible in the dimming light.

The woman talked to the men.

 Sabuko San, Kozuro San. These people are here to help us. 


The men did not answer, they simply opened their eyes, blank expressionless eyes and started to rise, picking their naginatas. The figure in the threshold started to move inside the building.

Across the clearing, some 80' away. Another fully armored samurai watched the scene from the threshold of the other house.

 
 Spoiler: Image 
 
 
Alhallor
Onka helding up the lantern had been following the group, when the old woman spoke and the vacant eye nobles grasped they're weapons he took a decisive step forward, shielding the woman and her grandson partially with his body.

 We have seen what you have wrought upon this land. Whatever moved you to do that, I give you one chance to step away from it, now. We have bested all what you brought up and we'll get you down, if necessary. 

Every fiber of his body was tense, ready to spring into action by an agressive move from either side.
Metastachydium
Leylek, for his part, is too busy to speak. He doesn't believe there is anything to talk about either. He stands perfectly still, waiting, counting the heartbeats. Counting the paces. How much between one house and the other? How long to reach the nobles? How long to reach the samurai? Scanning the dusk. There seem to be too few Crabs. Or they are confident, terribly confident. He must know which, before the tidal surge of rage grows so strong in him, that there will be nothing but the battle.

But worried, he is not. The bird has seen the others fight. And Shimura-sama is alight with a strange fire. He knows it is as much within as it is without. The samurai told Onka on the way: he was expecting this all the way. Waiting for it. It reminds him of the words of the sage, from the realms further west, well beyond the steppes, of much sand and stone and no grass.  And thereafter, all the darkness shall give you way.  That time was near.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Sense Motive:  (1d20+6)[ 22 ] ; L. is more interested in the samurai thatn the nobles; and
Perception:  (1d20+9)[ 24 ] 
 
BelGareth
Shimura was surprised by what they found, he was ready for...combat, for death, disemboweling, and the cloying sense of copper in the air....this....was something else entirely, and it threatened to remove the flame from his ready spirit.

He looked to the blank faced men and dipped his head slightly, even though he did not want to,  "Konnbanwa Sabuko San, Kozuro San, I am Shimura of the Dragon clan, we are here searching for some Oni who may be dressed."  he points to the samurai inside  "Like honorable Crab Samurai."  he says simply, letting the statement hang in the air.

 
 Spoiler 

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai\ Mirumoto Niten Master 1 Level  5,  Init  3,  HP  68/61,  Speed  30
 AC  21  Touch  14  Flat-footed  18
 Fort  +8  Ref  +5  Will  +5
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition's  DR 1/-, Mantle of flame 2d6 fire on hit, Aid (+1 morale bonus on attack rolls and saves against fear effects), Bull's Strength (+4 enh to STR)
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [3/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects
 speech:   008080 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 1/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  
 
Cygnia
    No spirits here -- yet.     Ahalyā's simian eyes darted around the area as Raksha stood protectively by her side.     "What is your purpose here?"     She had grim theories, of course, but if these men(    ?    ) gave any sort of answer, it might reveal other truths.

 (1d20+7)[ 21 ]  Perception (Ahalyā)
 (1d20+1)[ 19 ]  Perception (Raksha) +4 if Scent is in play
Auranghzeb
The woman and her grandson freeze in place as Onka valiantly interposes his body between them and any harm and raises a threat, a warning to the samurai and the men ahead.

Right then, Shimura moves forward, weapons at the ready on a non-threatening but deadly posture he appeals to the men, trying to reason with them.

Ahalya's short question is addressed at the samurai in the shadows of the houses, whose intentions she tries to pierce, sniffing the air for spirits and evil Oni.

Only Leylek remains silent, his warrior training alert, hearing the air for ambushes and scrutinizing the expression of both men and the body language of the semi hidden samurai. It is obvious to him that these men are not really inside their own head, they move like puppets. But he learns nothing from the mask-covered samurai, he can't read anything, and that alone is suspicious.

However, there's no time for much, after a couple of seconds where your voices linger, the two men start walking towards you, and their movement is startling, their limbs twist in strange angles, and their feet, while quick, drag the dirt clumsily. You can see the nearest samurai extend a gloved hand as a puppeteer toying with the thread of its wooden figures.

 The woman gasps in terror. 


What do you do?
Cygnia
Instinct screamed at Ahalyā to do  something .  To rush towards the unfortunate puppets or one of the samurai in order to dispel such accursed witchery.  But a warning growl from Raksha pushed such reckless thoughts from the shaman's mind.  What she needed was  information .

And at that, Ahalyā murmured the blessing to Detect Magic...

 
 Spoiler: Action 

Casting Detect Magic, looking at the samurai doing puppetry first, then the puppets.
 (1d20+10)[ 20 ]  Spellcraft attempt to determine what's going on and how strong it is.
 
Alhallor
Onka was surprised, the nobles were moving in a weird manner like they were dead and they didn't seem to react at all. And the samurai, who may not actually be one, made some very concerning hand motions. And he couldn't really reach him.

With a few decisive steps Onka intiated the dance of the brave ones. He wasn't sure if the dance that normally gave timid ones courage to make proposals, could really aid the nobles in breaking free but it also couldn't hurt. He ran ahead and in a pattern, that graced the reach of one the nobles Naginatas (that Onka try'd to jump over gracefully) he directly ran towards the samurai ready to use any opportunity that he was given.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Initiative:  (1d20+5)[ 20 ] 
Swift action: Dance of Reckless Bravery. Give everyone +4 against Fear saves. Really to help the nobles out of they're fear that they may get repercussions when defying the Samurai (which means he includes them both as allies) but probably won't work.
Two move actions to get in the face of the samurai (taking the light source with him) Probably need to make a
Tumble check:  (1d20+13)[ 20 ]  Against 15
to don't provoke a Naginate AoO (if they have reach)
Should the Samurai get away or try to cast a spell Onka get's an
AoO:  (1d20+12)[ 21 ] 
Damage:  (1d8+5)[ 11 ] 
Otherwise his AC is 21 because he didn't charge.  (The nobles were in the way.)
 
Metastachydium
  They are not of their own minds.   Leylek growls with disdain. A quick look of furious contempt is flashed at the faceless samurai, of an intent hidden behind the steel of the mask; but the bird is still counting. And he sees two distractions, in danger. In need of being removed, quickly, but with little pain. Kicking himself into the air, he bursts forward to try and collide hard with the chest of the closer one.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Tumbling charge with Flying Kick, against Human foe:  (1d20+11)[ 24 ]  for  (1d8+6)[ 13 ]  and  (1d12)[ 8 ]  nonlethal (Monk; no penalty).

Tumble:  (1d20+14)[ 31 ] 

Leylek's AC is 15 for the round.
 
Cygnia
    No magic?!  Why is there no magic?!      It was obvious  something  unnatural was influencing the nobles' movements.

Yet Ahalyā could See nothing.  No aura to tell her what school or how strong the sorcery in effect was.  And a feeling of dread took hold in her guts.      Is this the power of the stolen scrolls then?  Some sort of artifact or relic?    
    "Raksha, defend for now!"      Whatever it was, Ahalyā knew that she needed to break the hold of such witchery!  But first, she needed fortification on herself...

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

 (1d20+2)[ 9 ]  Initiative
Casting Shield of Faith on herself (Share Spell affects Raksha)

   Ahalyā   
F CG Vanara Shaman,  Level  6,  Init  2,  HP  41/41,  Speed  30
 AC  17,  Touch  14,  Flat-footed  15,  Fort  9,  Ref  10,  Will  16,  Base Attack Bonus  4
   Unarmed Strike   +6 (1d6-1, x2)
   MW Sickle   +7 (1d6-1, x2)
 Least Crystal of Adaptation Leather Armor +1  (+3 Armor, +2 Dex, +2 Deflect)
 Abilities  Str 9, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 16, Wis 20, Cha 16
 Condition  Endure Elements (from Least Crystal of Adaptation)
Low-Light Vision
Shield of Faith (6 minutes, +2 defection bonus to AC)
 
BelGareth
Shimura see's the Samurai in the house as the true foe, and reacting just slightly faster than the...blank faced nobles before him, he moved as close as possible, avoiding any slashes from the Naginata's as he closed the distance with what he thought was his true enemy.

With a quick burst of speed, and then his boots to close the space, he is standing next to the puppet master, and while it looked like a Samurai, their actions were obviously anything but.

 "You are not honorable Crab Samurai, that is plain in your actions, lay down your weapons and we will be merciful."  he simply states, but doesn't really wait for an answer.

 
 Spoiler 

Initiative [ 11 ] (rolled in discord)
Move to I9
Swift action Anklets of Translocation to L7
Attack!
  Attack 1  - (1d20+15)[ 25 ] 
  Damage  - (1d10+7)[ 14 ] 
  Attack 2  - (1d20+10)[ 21 ] 
  Damage  - (1d10+7)[ 16 ] 

If hit by a non-reach weapon:
  Mantle of Flame  - (2d6)[ 7 ] 
  Mantle of Flame  - (2d6)[ 8 ] 
  Mantle of Flame  - (2d6)[ 7 ] 
   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai\ Mirumoto Niten Master 1 Level  5,  Init  3,  HP  68/61,  Speed  30
 AC  21  Touch  14  Flat-footed  18
 Fort  +8  Ref  +5  Will  +5
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition's  DR 1/-, Mantle of flame 2d6 fire on hit, Aid (+1 morale bonus on attack rolls and saves against fear effects), Bull's Strength (+4 enh to STR)
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [3/3], Anklets of Translocation [2/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects
 speech:   008080 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 1/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  
 Map 
 
Auranghzeb
Onka flies through the two noble puppets, dodging their naginatas expertly and reaching the threshold of the house where he finds himself face to face with a fully armored samurai, his face hidden by a demonic bronze mask, but as Onka comes into the space adjacent to the samurai, the opponent lashes a spiked chain out of seemingly nowhere and slashes the dancer.
The strike carries something else than pure pain, a dark fear grows inside the dancer alongside the wound.

 
 Spoiler: Effect 
AoO with spiked chain 15 damage and Onka is demoralized -2 penalty on attack rolls, ability checks, and saving throws against this enemy.
 



Leylek takes off and lands two solid kicks on the nearest noble, the second one snaps the knockout mechanism and the noble falls flat on the ground.

Shimura lunges and then teleports suddenly in front of the samurai at the door but as he is about to land his first powerful slash the intimidating figure of the enemy creates a phantom of doubt in the dragon samurai, making his first strike miss. The second one lands true as the Shimura expertly twists the blade upwards recovering from the miss.

Ahalya calls on a prayer of protection.

The remaining noble man lunges towards Leylek and due to the wild crane's own charge, strikes a lucky hit.

 
 Spoiler: Damage 
7
 


Then, the masked horror whom Shimura has called dishonorable utters a muffled response and his chain sparkles with unholy energy that strikes the dragon samurai back with mighty deadly force and takes him off balance.

 
 Spoiler: Damage and effects 
26 damage, 3d6 of which are profane. Shimura passes the demoralizing check, but still needs a Reflex DC15 or fall prone.
 


Then he steps inside the house with a quick two step movement that does not leave any openings.


The other samurai watches the scene, impassible, from the threshold of the other house as dusk starts to settle over the cherry trees.


The young man jumps to aid Leylek! and lands a bloody strike with his pitchfork on the noble's leg.


 Round two: 
Metastachydium
  A good man indeed!   Leylek nods at the peasant's sudden act of valour.   Hold your ground!   he adds, his scowl deepening as he slides closer to the noble to skirt around him and secure the right flank of his allies, before unleashing another quick flurry with talon and beak, expertly twisting each to muffle the deadly force of the blows.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Tumble:  (1d20+14)[ 32 ]  to move onto M8, then
flurry, flanking with Commoner Guy, against Human opponent:  (1d20+9)[ 11 ]  for  (1d8+6)[ 13 ]  nonlethal and
 (1d20+9)[ 15 ]  for  (1d8+6)[ 9 ]  nonlethal (still Monk!)
 
BelGareth
As his opponent striked him and then withdrew, he was puzzled on how he managed, the form of this warrior was something he had not seen before, knowing the trouble that chain will cause, he used his boots once again to close the distance.

 "Your dishonor will be your undoing"  he said simply as he appeared next to his target and lashed out with his blade, the wakizashi intertwining with the katana in his main hand to form a beautiful tapestry of death.

 
 Spoiler 

Swift action Anklets of Translocation to M4
Attack!
  Attack 1  - (1d20+15)[ 30 ] 
  Damage  - (1d10+7)[ 17 ] 
  Attack 2  - (1d20+10)[ 14 ] 
  Damage  - (1d10+7)[ 8 ] 

If hit by a non-reach weapon:
  Mantle of Flame  - (2d6)[ 5 ] 
  Mantle of Flame  - (2d6)[ 7 ] 
  Mantle of Flame  - (2d6)[ 3 ] 

Assess Opponent [ 17 ]

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai\ Mirumoto Niten Master 1
 Level  6  Init  3,  HP  43/61,  Speed  30
 AC  21  Touch  14  Flat-footed  18
 Fort  +8  Ref  +5  Will  +5
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition's  DR 1/-, Mantle of flame 2d6 fire on hit, Aid (+1 morale bonus on attack rolls and saves against fear effects), Bull's Strength (+4 enh to STR)
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [3/3], Anklets of Translocation [1/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects
 speech:   008080 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 1/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  
 Map 
 
Alhallor
The suddenly appearing chain slashed Onka heavily, feeling him with the well-known feeling of dread and despair that seem to take hold in him. It would probably be tactically more sound to make a short retreat and pepper the heavily armored samurai with darts to give Shimura a better opening, he could also help the crane, he did fought more like him after...

Onka took a deep breath, not pushing aside the fear but keeping it at bay, hopefully long enough. A quick sprint and an evasive jump later to evade the suddenly appearing heavy chain Onka landed on the wall above the samurai. For the blink of an eye it seemed that the dancer would just stand on the wall but instead he let himself fall ellbow first to crack the headgear of the crab open. After he landed a quick kick to the knee's and a short jab at the ellbow of his enemy followed.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Tumble:  (1d20+11)[ 19 ]  against 15 to avoid an AoO of the chain.
Initiating Full Attack Sequence.
Attack 1:  (1d20+8)[ 19 ] 
Damage 1:  (1d8+5)[ 10 ] 
Attack 1:  (1d20+8)[ 27 ] 
Damage 1:  (1d8+5)[ 12 ] 
Attack 1:  (1d20+3)[ 11 ] 
Damage 1:  (1d8+5)[ 8 ] 
Fear should be included in all rolls.
 
Cygnia
   "EEP!"    The vicious strikes from that unholy chain caused Ahalyā to flinch (even though she wasn't the one who was hurt).  Both Onka and Shimura had been struck, though it looked like the samurai got the worst of it.

And the enemy stepped into the house with the two warriors following in pursuit.  Meanwhile, Leylek and the elder's grandson appeared to have knocked out the two dominated nobles thankfully.

Ahalyā shot a wary eye towards the other demon-masked samurai who had not yet moved into action.  If she moved to tend to the others, this enemy could easily entrap all of them in the house!  But she could not let Shimura fall if she could help it!

    "Ho, Raksha!"     Murmuring the prayer softly under her breath, Ahalyā stroked the wolf's ear to pass on the divine energy to her.  She nodded towards the house.      "To Master Shimura, now go!  But be careful..."    

With a faint growl, Raksha immediately sprinted into the house, knowing what her mistress was asking her to do.  The vanara followed, a few steps behind, but paused near the entrance, making sure she could still keep watch as best as she could with both Leylek and the other enemy outside as well as what was going on in the house!

 
 Spoiler: Actions 

Ahalyā to K11
Raksha to boop Shimura with the COLD WET NOSE OF  CURE MODERATE WOUNDS ! (converting her prepped Commune With Lesser Spirits to CMW)
 (2d8+6)[ 11 ]  HP healed...
 
Auranghzeb
The Crane knocks down the other noble with a spinning wing and congratulates the commoner for his bravery. The man barely has time for anything else as the old woman falls to her knees a distance away and he rushes to help her out. She is panicked and beyond herself.


The Samurai at the threshold cackles with a low deep voice and falls back into the shadows of the house, but the threshold is an open mouth that now vomits three more men, two of them rather old, dressed in the clothes of the lower nobility, they move like puppets and draw katanas.


Inside the house, Rakhsha heals Shimura as the dragon samurai and Onka combine efforts to beatdown the armored enemy, Onka spins around acrobatically to land two solid hits, his elbow cracks the helmet and mask of the samurai to reveal an emaciated face, that stares back at you with the thirst of demons and starts to cackle maniacally.

Shimura's first strike lands on the samurai shoulder, breaking part of the armor and severing several muscles. But the follow up hit misses wide as the samurai spins and lashes his chain at Onka with devilish quickness. The chain hits the dancer in his lower left leg, slashing a tendon and part of his calf.

 
 Spoiler: OoC 
21 damage and your speed is halved for 5 rounds.
 


Then the armored creature starts to tumble back into the room, as if falling with the impact, still cackling it spins around an lands at the threshold of the garden's door. There are two men inside the room, staring blankly at each other, kneeling, each with a wakizashi on his lap. There are also inert bodies leaning against the southern wall of the room.

 Round Three 
Metastachydium
Didain morphs into disgust on Leylek's face. How many more were made to serve the shadows, robbed of thought and will? And yet, he does not move, nor does he speak. The true enemy is near, waiting. He must not be careless. His hand slips into a pouch on his belt, scaled fingers wrapping around a small tile. He removes it, to inspect the marking on its surface, another eye, pulsing with anger fixed on the approaching nobles. And then he snaps the tile in half.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Leylek uses a potion tile of Mage Armour. His AC is 20 for the next hour or so.
 
Alhallor
Onka is heavily wounded and cracking open the face-plate of the samurai doesn't do much to ease his worries. Quite the contrary the revealed enemy looks and sounds even worse than before.

Bleeding heavily and not really able to use all his limbs like he normally does, the scared dancer gathers all his courage and strides towards the samurai, jumping up in the right moment and when landing intentionally putting pressure on his slashed leg, he falters down only to transform his momentum into a roll. Half-standing up Onka delivers three quick jabs with his ellbow at the stomach of the mad samurai to take him down.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Thankfully the reduced movement is enough to still reach the enemy. Thank you full-move Tumble!
Tumble:  (1d20+11)[ 14 ]  against 15
Attack 1:  (1d20+8)[ 26 ] 
Damage 1:  (1d8+5)[ 13 ] 
Attack 2:  (1d20+8)[ 11 ] 
Damage 2:  (1d8+5)[ 13 ] 
Attack 3:  (1d20+3)[ 20 ] 
Damage 3:  (1d8+5)[ 9 ] 
 
Auranghzeb
Onka limps through the room, the knelt men do not move a muscle. He reaches the tumbling enemy as it falls and hits it three times, the samurai does not even try to parry the strikes, it is like hitting a dummy. That’s when Onka notices the body no longer has a head, it spins and falls, headless into the open door of the garden. A trail of blood streams from the empty armor.
Cygnia
Raksha had done what was asked of her.  Shimura had been healed.  The other hoomin, however, looked to be in a bad way.  Not as bad as the enemy now without a head, but still pretty bad.

Raksha hoped Ahalyā would approve if she stayed to protect the more squishy hoomin until Told Otherwise.

Outside, the shaman bit back a curse as the other samurai withdrew into the darkness, sending out more puppets! Ahalyā shot a glance towards Leylek, then back towards the old woman and her grandson.  She grimly readied to defend herself as her thoughts whirled.

 
 Spoiler: Actions 

Raksha will attempt to Aid Another to add +2 for Onka's AC (DC10)
 (1d20+3)[ 19 ] 
Ahalyā will default to Total Defense this round, adding +4 to her AC for a total of 22
 (1d20+9)[ 12 ]  Knowledge Devotion (local)
 
BelGareth
Seeing what he thought of the Samurai  falling apart , his face blanched  "What manner of evil is this?"  he asked out loud, figuring it was some Oni magick he knew nothing about, he recited a small prayer of protection:

 "Amidst the cherry blossoms and the sacred shrine's glow,
I call upon the kami, their protection to bestow.
Evil oni, with reverence, I bid thee retreat,
By the wisdom of ancestors, and our code so discreet." 

With a curt nod, he moved Onka's side and placed a healing hand on her shoulder, activating his belt.

 
 Spoiler 

Swift: move 1 essentia into Mirumoto Niten dragonmark
Move to P4
Standard: belt of healing 1 charge on Onka   Heal  - (2d8)[ 12 ] 

If hit by a non-reach weapon:
  Fire  - (1d6)[ 5 ] 
  Fire  - (1d6)[ 2 ] 
  Fire  - (1d6)[ 4 ] 
   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai\ Mirumoto Niten Master 1
 Level  6  Init  3,  HP  43/61,  Speed  30
 AC  21  Touch  14  Flat-footed  18
 Fort  +8  Ref  +5  Will  +5
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition's  Fortification 50%, DR 2/-, Mantle of flame 1d6 fire on hit, Aid (+1 morale bonus on attack rolls and saves against fear effects), Bull's Strength (+4 enh to STR)
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [2/3], Anklets of Translocation [1/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects
 speech:   008080 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 2/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 0/2 
 - 
 
  
 Map 
 
Auranghzeb
The puppets move towards Leylek and Ahayla oblivious to the growing darkness. One of them moves past Leylek without even trying to avoid any attack of opportunity, and swings his katana wildly against the Vanara who only avoids a terrible wound thanks to her defensive posture.
The other two attack the crane, one misses as the bird steps aside artfully, but the coordinated attack yields results and the second attacker hits the steppe warrior with the blunt side of his katana in an awkward fashion, but still damaging.

Inside the house, Raksha's senses are overwhelmed by the stench of evil, though the wolf-familiar cannot identify the creature, it knows its something unnatural. There's no trace of the head, an empty cracked helmet lies next to the beheaded armor.

The puppets inside do not move, it is as if they hadn't received their last order.

Across the garden, under the shade of the large cherry tree, the other Samurai looks towards the garden door and cackles viciously. The crashing waves are the only other sound

 
Metastachydium
Surrounded by blades, Leylek finds himself torn between urges, grasping at his wits with claws sharper than the clumsy blades the puppets wield. His quick jab at the one slipping past has too little of his heart and too little of his strength behind it; a shame. And the sword of another nicks him through the gloom; an offense, screaming for retaliation. A kind of wrath, strange even to him is seeping into his limbs from somewhere within; but he knows it's not yet the time for it. Ahalyā needs his fist.

His beak lashes out, a warning to the offending swordsman, but he's already whirling about, slipping away from him and the other noble, towards the shaman. His wing extends. A balled up fist of anger flies towards the old man's neck.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Angry Crane Two Fists Five Feet Divided Flurry Attack:  (1d20+7)[ 17 ]  for  (1d8+6)[ 9 ]  nonlethal against whichever guy dared hit him,
5' step to K10,
 (1d20+9)[ 28 ]  (flanking with A.) for  (1d8+6)[ 7 ]  nonlethal against the one on J10
 
Cygnia
The wolf suddenly growls, trying to alert the two in the house of the danger. She still stands protectively by the wounded Onka, sniffing the air as she tries to pinpoint where the threat could still be...

 Outside... 
   "SKREECH!  You are not in your right mind, elder -- fight it!  Fight it!"    Ahalyā gasped, trying to dodge out of the way.      Oh, ancestors forgive me!      The shaman lashed out with a jab, trying to either thwap some sense into the puppet or knock him out.

 
 Spoiler 

Raksha will attempt to Aid Another to add +2 for Onka's AC (DC10)
 (1d20+3)[ 10 ] 
And Track via Scent where the EVIL~! is
 (1d20+4)[ 11 ] 

Ahalya with the Improved Unarmed Strike attempt
 (1d20+7)[ 11 ]  (add +2 if flanking from Leylek is in play)
Dmg (non-lethal if hit)
 (1d6)[ 5 ] 
5ft step to J8
 
Alhallor
Onka is confused.

Yes he hit the enemy in the head before but definitely not enough to behead him. Generally beheading someone with his barehands was something that maybe one of his ancestors was cabable of... IF HE ACTUALLY AIMED FOR THE THROAT.

Shimura's healing get's an appreciative nod out of Onka. He refuses to look at the other bodies too closely, there was still a battle going on.

Without really knowing what else to do Onka limps towards the two sitting puppets and takes they're weapons.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Picking up an item takes a move action.
If I'm right I can "disarm" both guys, when I take a 5-foot-step after picking up the first weapon.
 
BelGareth
Miromoto looks around and sees another  samurai-Oni , frowning at the sheer audacity that these spirits displayed, he leaped over the body at his feet and sprinted towards him, both blades held to his sides ready to meet his steel.

 
 Spoiler 

Move to Y5 as a charge
  Attack 1  - (1d20+17)[ 27 ] 
  Damage  - (1d10+7)[ 14 ] 
  Attack 2  - (1d20+12)[ 17 ] 
  Damage  - (1d10+7)[ 17 ] 

If hit by a non-reach weapon:
  fire  - (1d6)[ 3 ] 
  fire  - (1d6)[ 2 ] 
  fire  - (1d6)[ 4 ] 
   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai\ Mirumoto Niten Master 1
 Level  6  Init  3,  HP  54/61,  Speed  30
 AC  19  Touch  12  Flat-footed  16
 Fort  +8  Ref  +5  Will  +5
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition's  Fortification 50%, DR 2/-, Mantle of flame 1d6 fire on hit, Aid (+1 morale bonus on attack rolls and saves against fear effects), Bull's Strength (+4 enh to STR)
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [2/3], Anklets of Translocation [1/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects
 speech:   008080 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 2/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 0/2 
 - 
 
  
 Map 
 
Auranghzeb
Outside the house Leylek and Ahalya fend off the attacks from the dominated noble men, Ahalya reluctantly smashing an elder man and hearing the crushing noise of her well trained and seldom used fist. Two of them fall back knocked down. The the third one barely misses a second swing against Leylek.

The Old woman seems to get back on her feet and yells at her grandson

 Get help! Get those cowards over here to help! 

The man hesitates for a second before sprinting back to the farms.



Onka disarms the kneeling men without them reacting as Miromoto leaps over the armor and into the garden with righteous fury tries to slice down the dishonorable foe! He lands a resounding blow against the samurai!


Onka holds the two Wakizashi as a he hears a mocking voice:

  Too bad... now I can't have them kill themselves. you are no  FUUUUUUN   

Rakhsa starts growling as a terror descends from over the threshold, a buoyant head with the entrails hanging from it and a nightmarish expression.

  HERE DOGGIE!  
 

It extends its intestines snaking towards Raksha and lunges with it's bite! But as the entrails hit the wolf, they fail to entangle Raksha and the Horror cannot bite the wolf.

 
 Spoiler: Damage 
8 damage
 



Under the cherry tree something worse takes place. Shimura's enemy does not seem too bothered by the resounding hit, it simply looks at the Dragon samurai from behind his mask and that is enough...

Miromoto Shimura falls into a void of the mind and the consciousness, his limbs are not his own anymore, and the world around him blurs, he hears an order clear and strong and feels his body compelled to obey.

  Kill the Crane and bring me the Vanara as a snack  
Metastachydium
Leylek pivots around, moving against the path of the blade swinged at him, feeling the cold wind it stirs harmlessly travel through his feathers. His beak then juts forward twice, two quick pecks looking for purchase on the noble's forehead. It will likely hurt the man, but it will not break the bone. That is the  most he can offer.   Will there be more?   he throws a curt question in the old woman's direction, pulling his head back, honing his earholes as much for the answer as the sounds of battle from the inside. He does not expect their companions have a time no harder than himself; but Fate willing, they are to prevail.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Beak and Beak Whirling Flurry Crane Attack against the last noble standing:  (1d20+7)[ 20 ]  for  (1d8+6)[ 12 ]  nonlethal and
 (1d20+7)[ 18 ]  for  (1d8+6)[ 7 ]  nonlethal,
with a Perception to maybe-maybe get an idea of what's going on with the others now that Team Funny Talking Animals is about to run short of nobles:  (1d20+9)[ 20 ] 
 
Alhallor
As Shimura rushes against another enemy, another horror descends from the ceiling and attacks Raksha.

Onka feels overwhelmed. It wasn't the wounds, he was hurt worse before, but the sheer scale of the enemy's they are facing makes him give up his will to fight. He could probably still get away, die in a month and leave all the horrors he saw today behind.


 
 Originally Posted by Auranghzeb 
  Get help! Get those cowards over here to help!  
 

The terror that sept into the dancers heart and soul still has firmly taken root but if he would fall today at least he would do it at the side of some newfound companions.

 Get off Raksha, you creep! 

The stolen weapon in hand, Onka uses them to slice and pierce the floating abomination and stomps at one of the dangling intestines for good measure.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Attack against the floating head. I assume that the fear effect is still ongoing and that the Wakizashi are masterwork shortswords. If Onka's not feared add +2 if the weapons are not masterwork subtract -1.
Attack 1:  (1d20+8)[ 17 ] 
Damage 1:  (1d6+5)[ 8 ]  Slashing
Attack 1:  (1d20+8)[ 23 ] 
Damage 1:  (1d6+5)[ 7 ]  Piercing
Attack 1:  (1d20+3)[ 23 ] 
Damage 1:  (1d8+5)[ 8 ]  Magic bludgeoning.
 
Cygnia
The noise Raksha gave off was part whine, part growl.  The worst thing from this creature wasn't the pain; it was the smell.  Sickly-sweet.  Vinegar and rot -- and a rot that was eager to spread and corrupt everything it enveloped in a never-ending decay.

Outside the house, Ahalyā was about to ask Leylek how were his injuries when she was struck by a wave of terror.

The bond she shared with Raksha was not telepathic by any means.  But both wolf and vanara could sense each others' emotions and moods.  And right now what the wolf was experiencing was a fear Ahalyā had never felt before from her loyal companion.

    "...Raksha..."     Ahalyā breathed, eyes now wide with concern.     "Master Leylek, our allies are in danger in that house -- we need to help them!"     Without checking to see if the crane warrior was following, Ahalyā ran for the house's entrance.

****

Even while wounded, the hoomin called Onka struck a valiant blow towards the monstrosity in defense of her.  Raksha growled again, more anger than fear this time.  She could smell the rotting flesh knitting back together slowly in a mockery of healing.  If she could strike the creature herself, maybe she could finish it off for good before it had a chance...

 
 Spoiler: Actions 

Ahalyā's easy.  She's running for the house.

Raksha will attempt to bite the gut vampire.  And if it hits, try to trip it (whether it'll work or be needed is another question entirely...

 (1d20+6)[ 16 ]  Bite attempt (buff from Aid already added, add +2 for flanking from Onka if that counts)
 (1d6+3)[ 5 ]  Dmg (if hit)
 (1d20+3)[ 21 ]  Trip attempt (if Bite hits, buff from Aid already added, add +2 for flanking from Onka if that counts)
 
BelGareth
Shimura frowns, his limbs were not his, his mind and will were strong, but....he had no power...no control...panic began to rise up like bile in the back of this throat, it threatened to take over and turn his mind into a tumultuous maelstrom of whirling thoughts and emotions that would drown him....but he recalled his training, it just kicked in, like an instinct, the constant training, constant drilling, the focusing, and repetition, it all came to him as if he were running, it took effort, but he was able to quell the storm within his mind, and just as he did he saw where he was heading, his limbs moving as if on their own accord, he seemed to be....no....no, no, no......he saw his good friend Master Leylek.....no....no...he recalled the last words in his mind and he screamed at his friend  "NOOOooooooooo!!!" 
 
 Spoiler 

Double move to Q9 from Y5

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 1
 Level  6  Init  3,  HP  54/61,  Speed  30
 AC  19  Touch  12  Flat-footed  16
 Fort  +8  Ref  +5  Will  +5
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition's  Fortification 50%, DR 2/-, Mantle of flame 1d6 fire on hit, Aid (+1 morale bonus on attack rolls and saves against fear effects), Bull's Strength (+4 enh to STR)
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [2/3], Anklets of Translocation [1/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects
 speech:   008080 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 2/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 0/2 
 - 
 
  
 Map 
 
Auranghzeb
Onka pushes against the fear and slashes wildly with the weapons he took from the dominated humans. He hits with both blades, but the wounds are not significant, the mundane steel, regardless of the masterful craftmanship, proves rather dull against this abomination. However, the dancer's legs are a different matter: he front-kicks the creature right in the buoyant heart, a strike that would have stopped the life of a living creature and dinks the vampire's organ with real force.

Raksha takes advantage of the hit to slither under the creature and bite at it's floating liver, the teeth barely sink in the creature but it is enough to pull it down and trash it around like a ragdoll.

The pennangolan screams in anger and pain!
  
Attack them! Kill them!  

It tries to raise and tangle Onka with it's entrails!
But as it does, Onka stomps it like a critter, crushing the windpipe and pinning it down as it sputters black blood from a wicked mouth.

Outside, under the cherry tree, the other Samurai cackles darkly

  "That's what you get for playing with your food. The night is falling, soon the shadows will come to take them."  

Ahalya gets to the room in time to see Onka pinning down the creature, you know it is not destroyed, and immediately understand the abomination you are facing, you need to burn it!

Outside, in front of the houses, the Crane dispatches the dominated old men, but a more dangerous foe moves swiftly towards him. It is Miromoto Shimura, from the Dragon Clan, descendant of Miromoto Niten, who, with a transfixed face faces the crane and raises his katana menacingly! In only a few days, Leylek knows that a clean chop of that blade can separate him from his body!
Metastachydium
The bodies fall; and the shrieking, inside, seems to die down. Leylek waits, for a moment: maybe the old woman will speak, after all; maybe there are others, held in thrall. It seems otherwise, nevertheless. He can see Shimura-sama rounding the corner, with resolute steps. That should mean it is over. The Crabs fell, and it is over.

But it isn't. From behind the monstrous veil on his mind, Shimura can see the bird's countenance changing. The anger recedes. What takes its place is doubt, at first. Leylek is not blind, despite the gloom. That is not the face of his noble companion, of the man that led them into this battle clad in light, but a frozen mask, horribly still, horribly stiff. And then, moving closer yet, someone cries out from within, a desperate wail. A warning. And Leylek understands.   Shimura- sama .   his throat is a bird's throat, a strange instrument: precise and clear. His voice shouldn't rasp so. But it does. The man, trapped behind the spasm of madness, can see the doubt fade. All that remains on the crane's own face is sorrow.   Where do we stand?   And indeed, who does and who will, when the strongest fall? The feathers rise all about Leylek's form. The air feels cold, colder than back in the hills when they stood and fought together.

Miromoto Shimura is his better. In wisdom, strength and standing. Leylek knows this. But that comes with a duty. This cannot be. So this must be undone. And he'll undo it, or fall forever trying. It is for Fate to tell. His taloned fists ball up. A stone rolls off a well, yet untapped. And forward he shoots.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Charge (for AC 18, but with Aid):  (1d20+12)[ 17 ]  for  (1d8+6)[ 12 ]  and  (1d12)[ 11 ]  magical bludgeoning
Soulwarp Strike is being attempted: if the attack hits, Shimura must attempt a DC 16 Fort save or be nauseated(/sickened if succesful) for 1 round
 
BelGareth
Shimura stood frozen, his katana poised to strike down his dear friend, Master Leylek. The enchantment had commandeered his very soul, forcing him into this unthinkable betrayal. Within the churning abyss of his mind, a tormenting battle raged, and the darkness of despair loomed.

 I cannot bear this. My soul is torn asunder. I swore an oath to protect, to serve, and now... I am poised to break that sacred vow. How did it come to this? 

His vision blurred as he stared at the person he'd once sworn to protect with his life. Leylek, a trusted companion, now looked upon him with a mixture of shock and betrayal.

 Leylek, my friend, my brother in arms... The blade that I wield against you is forged from our shared history. Each swing is a blow to my very soul. 

The evil magic controlling him pushed his body relentlessly forward, making it clear that Shimura was merely a puppet in this cruel performance. He watched, his consciousness trapped behind a gossamer veil, as the blade descended.

 The agony is unbearable. The oath I took, the loyalty I held dear, shattered in an instant. Can there be redemption for a fallen samurai who strikes down his own friend? 

His voiceless cries of despair echoed within the confines of his mind as the blade drew closer to Leylek. He saw the fear and sadness in his friend's eyes, a reflection of his own torment.

 Forgive me, Leylek, for the monstrous act I am about to commit. My heart is heavy with sorrow, and my soul is lost in this abyss. 

The tears flowed freely now, blurring his vision of the impending tragedy. Shimura's trembling hand clutched the katana with a mixture of desperation and resignation.

 Once, we vowed to stand together, to protect and defend. Now, I am the instrument of your suffering, and our friendship crumbles beneath the weight of my treachery. 

As the blade struck, a profound sense of despair enveloped Shimura's shattered spirit. The repercussions of his actions, the pain he inflicted upon his friend, and the betrayal of his solemn oath all converged into an abyss of darkness that threatened to consume him entirely.

 
 Spoiler 

😦
  Attack 1  - (1d20+15)[ 17 ] 
  Damage  - (1d10+7)[ 10 ] 
  Attack 2  - (1d20+12)[ 16 ] 
  Damage  - (1d10+7)[ 10 ] 

If hit by a non-reach weapon:
  fire  - (1d6)[ 3 ] 
  fire  - (1d6)[ 2 ] 
  fire  - (1d6)[ 4 ] 
   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 1
 Level  6  Init  3,  HP  54/61,  Speed  30
 AC  19  Touch  12  Flat-footed  16
 Fort  +8  Ref  +5  Will  +5
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition's  Fortification 50%, DR 2/-, Mantle of flame 1d6 fire on hit, Aid (+1 morale bonus on attack rolls and saves against fear effects), Bull's Strength (+4 enh to STR)
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [2/3], Anklets of Translocation [1/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects
 speech:   008080 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 2/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 0/2 
 - 
 
  
 Map 
 
Cygnia
The relief on Ahalyā's face to see Raksha (and Onka) alive was almost immediately pushed aside when she caught sight of what sort of evil they had been fighting...

    "Pennanggolan..."     The shaman spat out the word.     "O spirits, protect us!"     Louder, she called out for Leylek (and she presumed Shimura as well) to hear (not to mention the old woman and her grandson).      "Eater of souls, corruptor of wills -- I know your evil!  Steel your hearts and minds, o mighty warriors and valiant men!       Onka, take the living out of this house...this must become a pyre for the fallen unclean!"   
 
 Spoiler: Actions 

Move equivalent: Activating Dark Knowledge: Religion (Puissance) + Collector of Stories (DC15 at least for +1 to allies' saves against pennanggolan abilities for 1 minute. If it exceeds by 10, raise to +2, by 20, +3)
 (1d20+12)[ 22 ] 
Then Ahalyā will take Onka's brazier to start torching the pennaggolan's body.
 
Alhallor
The fine steel in Onka's hand is ineffective but his kick seems to wound the creature. Thanks to Raksha dragging it down and the dancer being able to use the moment to his advantage (crushing the horrible things breathing organ), it seems to make sense that, thanks to the power of a dragon imbeded in his body, because of the amulet he stole of the despicable noble he killed, his body is more effective against these unspeakable horrors.

Onka is relieved to see Ahalyá's face and drags out the nobles who seem to regain they're composure as soon as the shaman sets fire to the disfigured organ-head.

What he sees outside however let him freeze.

Noble Shimura and his brother in arms Leylek seem to fight in the middle of the battle against other forces.

And by both they're expressions it seems clear that they are not simply sparring, the dancers confusion falls of him like the leaves of the cherry tree when he hears the other samurai cackle, like the head did before. It seems clear who was pinning two companions against one another.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
I'm guessing that Onka can limb roughly to P9 while dragging the nobles with him. He dropped they're swords when helping them out and let the light with Ahalya to burn the house down.
 
Auranghzeb
The oil in the brazier lits the pennangolan up as Onka drags the two dominated noblemen outside the building almost flinging them in front of him.  But instead of forming a pyre, the vampire becomes a screaming blaze! Shrieking as the fire envelops it, the pennangolan flies desperately flinging its entrails as a horrible stench of burned hair and flesh fills the air. Its eyes look at Ahalya with horror and the blazing figure thrashes around the room igniting the wood frame!

    I damn your soul, Vanara!!    


Outside, Onka and the confused noblemen are faced by the remaining penangolan who steps towards them and brings down his heavy mace, striking one of the nobles dead in an instant and cleaving through him into the dancer with a follow up rising strike that knocks the dancer back 10 feet.

Leylek reads in the eyes of Miromoto and senses the pain and struggle, but his incapacitating attempt misses as the Evil triumphs over Shimura! The samurai slashes with all his strength, unable to stop his own body, but the crane dodges both strikes!
Metastachydium
As the noble Samurai stands on, untouched by his fist, all Leylek used to feel collapses into a pinpoint knot, of dread and relief, twined fast together. He expects death from the blade next; but death with his hands clean. Failure, but not treason. He finds it hard to truly steel himself, but instinct moves his body all the same, and he  tries . Is it truly treason, to free a man who is shackled, by force, turned against him? He was so certain it was not, when he charged forward a moment ago. And yet, his will is shaking.

 Each man rides two horses , a voice within tells the crane. The blade flies past his form. Fate is willing.  A fell will rides the one now; the other sleeps and cannot be woken.  Not by him. Still, the blade spares him once more. Fate is willing; but is  he ? He must be.   Mistress Ahalyā!   he calls out, into the darkness that lights up with fire, all of a sudden. His own voice is shrill, too shrill. Panic? It must not be.   I need your aid!   And then, through the hard wall of his own terror, he strikes.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Single attack:  (1d20+10)[ 12 ]  for  (1d8+6)[ 7 ]  nonlethal bludgeoning,
with Fort DC 16 save against being nauseated, sickening on a success
 
BelGareth
Shimura plunged into an abyss of darkness, a well of despair where time lost its meaning. The walls of this grim void seemed to close in on him, pressing the weight of his failure and betrayal from all sides. Echoes of his friend's anguish reverberated through the emptiness, a haunting reminder of the consequences of his actions. Lost and adrift in this desolate expanse, Shimura's very identity seemed to dissolve into the consuming blackness, leaving him to grapple with the overwhelming weight of his actions.

He wasn't even aware of his actions anymore...

 
 Spoiler 

5ft step towards leylek

  Attack 1  - (1d20+15)[ 22 ] 
  Damage  - (1d10+7)[ 10 ] 
  Attack 2  - (1d20+12)[ 20 ] 
  Damage  - (1d10+7)[ 16 ] 

If hit by a non-reach weapon:
  fire  - (1d6)[ 1 ] 
  fire  - (1d6)[ 6 ] 
  fire  - (1d6)[ 5 ] 
   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 1
 Level  6  Init  3,  HP  54/61,  Speed  30
 AC  21  Touch  14  Flat-footed  18
 Fort  +8  Ref  +5  Will  +5
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition's  Fortification 50%, DR 2/-, Mantle of flame 1d6 fire on hit, Aid (+1 morale bonus on attack rolls and saves against fear effects), Bull's Strength (+4 enh to STR)
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [2/3], Anklets of Translocation [1/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects
 speech:   008080 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 2/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 0/2 
 - 
 
  
 Map 
 
Alhallor
 You don't anger the dragon. 

After Onka got the nobles out, one of them was already killed and the dancer didn't see the follow up coming, which flung Onka away. He blacked out for a moment. Somehow he still was able to stand. Black dots where swirling at his vision and something in his body was grinding against another part, where it shouldn't.

 You don't anger the dragon! 

Onka spat out some blood, facing the false samurai.  That's all? You can only take control of some weak-willed nobles and are too afraid to try a dirty commoner? 
 You don't anger the dragon, if you don't have a plan. 
 
 Spoiler: ooc 
Onka readies an action, activating his ring of silent spells to cast silence on himself when the enemy trys to dominate him. It should include the samurai which means Onka can't understand anything he will say and order him to do. The enemys have been pretty talkative up to now, which could mean that they need to talk to give orders.
 
Cygnia
   "The only one damned here is  you , filth..."    snarled the vanara at the burning corpse.    "Now back to the Void where you belong and torment this world no more!"   

Ahalyā turned to help Onka when she heard Leylek's cry.  The panic was so strange coming from the crane warrior.      Another enemy?  Where is Master Shimura?      The last thing she remembered was Shimura charging after the other pennaggalan--

    Oh no!  Oh spirits, let me be wrong!    

Ahalyā rushed out of the house, ordering Raksha to follow her -- where she had left Leylek outside.  The shaman's eyes went wide in horror at the sight of the two brothers-in-arms clashing.  The pain, both physical and spiritual, wracked across Leylek's face as he tried to defend himself against Shimura's vicious assault.

    "Raksha, aid my strike!"     Ahalyā prayed she wasn't too late.  Ignoring the flames that wreathed the dominated samurai, she desperately tried to apply the blessing that would suppress such evil influence in time for all their lives...     "...oh ancestors, help me save this man..."    
 
 Spoiler: Actions 

DECLARING MY DODGE ON SHIMURA! ;) (ditto Raksha)
Move (Ahalyā): N9 (to get and give the +2 flanking bonus with Leylek)
Move (Raksha): N10 (so she can flank)
Touch "attack" on Shimura to apply Protection From Evil via Improved Unarmed Strike (which won't provoke AoO)
 (1d20+10)[ 18 ]  (bonuses are +1 Aid/+1 Know Devotion: Local/+2 Flanking. If Raksha succeeds with Aid Another, add another +2 to the roll)
 (1d20+6)[ 19 ]  Raksha (Aid Another: Attack)
 
Auranghzeb
Onka, you valiantly take a gamble as your allies leave you alone facing the masked horror, you make no movements and prepare a silent spell to avoid what you think it's coming. The petals of the cherry three contrast with the black branches as the shadows extend from the mountains with that effect that makes them larger, as the fingers of an extended hand, the sound of the waves gently crashing against the nearby beach just across the garden are soothing. You breath heavily as the masked samurai steps over the mangled body of the noble and rises its mace to strike again, even when you see the strike coming down, lit up by negative energy, you are too slow to avoid it.
The mace hits you on the left shoulder and spins you around, the sharp pain of many broken bones and severed tendons gives way to a peaceful darkness.

You fall unconscious, yet living, the cold ground gently caresses your cheek.

What you don't see is the pennangolan leaving its samurai form and creeping towards you, salivating, ready to devour you.

 
 Spoiler: OoC 
You are at -9 HP
 



Ahalya is torn between two companions in need, she opts for the bird, as both Rhaksa and herself run outside and leave Onka to his luck.
The scene there is also horrific as Shimura strikes Leylek twice with his dreaded Katana, the bird unable to dodge or retaliate. Ahalya touches the samurai with a spell that brings him back to his senses temporarily suppressing the pennangolan influence.

The imminent dusk extends a shadow of desolation over the port.
Alhallor
Onka didn't see a spell or something getting slung at him and he was to slow to react in time when there was only a swung attack.

This time when the world gone dark he didn't open his eyes afterwards.

 
 Spoiler: Stabilization 
stabilize with a 10 or lower  (1d100)[ 18 ] 
 
Metastachydium
As the pain and the rigor, instilled by some dark force, fades from Shimura's face upon the Shamna touching his form, Leylek, at the brink of lethargy and sensing death draw near him a moment ago relaxes with relief for an instant, casting a glance of open gratitude at the Vanara.   Shimura- sama …   he begins; but then a sinister thought flicks through his mind. The noble Samurai lost to the other masked man; and Onka is nowhere to be seen. A scowl materializes on his feathered face once more.   Where is the dancer?   he blurts out, already in motion, all his muscles tensing up again as he strides forward to peek past the corner of the house…

…and to  see it , crawling forward, hungry towards a bundle on the ground; no… Not a bundle.   Shimura- sama , Mistress Ahalyā   he shrieks, but not with fear as such anymore: but with anger.   Onka is down!   dead? Alive? It barely matters. Something breaks loose in him, as if a furnace were burst and molten iron began to pour out, but with an irate will governing its flow. The Crane bolts forward, his fists clenching,  hardening  – and he attacks.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Move action to move and see what's going on;
free action report;
move action move to V6,
swift action activating Strength Devotion;
and Iron Flurry Irate Crane Attack the organ donor thing:  (1d20+8)[ 20 ]  for  (1d8+4)[ 12 ] ,
 (1d20+8)[ 19 ]  for  (1d8+4)[ 9 ]  and
extra slam  (1d20+3)[ 4 ]  for  (1d8+4)[ 6 ]   (+2 from feat), all adamantine magical bludgeoning.
 
Cygnia
Ahalyā was about to breathe a sigh of relief as her ward successfully applied itself to Shimura.  But the new cry from the rushing Leylek about the status of Onka immediately turned that relief to fear.

   "Mistress--!"    whimpered Raksha.  Already the wolf was straining to run towards the fallen dancer who had protected her so recently.  Ahalyā nodded, murmuring to convert her  Dispel Magic  to healing energy as she gave her companion a stroke behind the ears again.     "All speed, Raksha...oh, spirits let it not be in vain!"   
 
 Spoiler: Actions 

Ahalyā converts Dispel Magic to Cure Serious Wounds &amp; sets up Rakssha to deliver the touch spell
Raksha declares her Dodge on Vampire Gut Head!
Raksha Move to : T6
COLD WET NOSE OF CURE SERIOUS WOUNDS ON ONKA~!
 (3d8+6)[ 20 ] 
Ahalyā move to: T8
Ahalyā declares her Dodge on Vampire Gut Head!
 

 
 Spoiler: Statblock 

   Ahalyā   
F CG Vanara Shaman,  Level  6,  Init  2,  HP  48/41,  Speed  30
 AC  22,  Touch  19,  Flat-footed  20,  Fort  9,  Ref  10,  Will  16,  Base Attack Bonus  4
 (weapon finesse in play) Unarmed Strike   +6 (1d6-1, x2)
   MW Sickle   +7 (1d6-1, x2)
 Least Crystal of Adaptation Leather Armor +1  (+3 Armor, +2 Dex, +2 Deflect, +5 Misc)
 Abilities  Str 9, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 16, Wis 20, Cha 16
 Condition  Endure Elements (from Least Crystal of Adaptation)
Low-Light Vision
Shield of Faith (6 minutes, +2 defection bonus to AC)
Aid grants the target a +1 morale bonus on attack rolls and saves against fear effects, plus temporary hit points equal to 7hp (6 minutes)
Improved Unarmed Strike: You are considered to be armed even when unarmed — that is, you do not provoke attacks of opportunity from armed opponents when you attack them while unarmed. However, you still get an attack of opportunity against any opponent who makes an unarmed attack on you. In addition, your unarmed strikes can deal lethal or nonlethal damage, at your option.
 
BelGareth
A sudden gasp of air filled his lungs, as if he just breached the surface of an avalanche, sudden clarity bought everything into stark focus. He frowned at the sudden onrush of information, he began to crumple, to fall to the floor, his grips loosened, and he began to fall, just like before....but then the words of his friend cut through him like a  tanto , it chilled him to the bone, his face, wracked with fighting emotions, he managed to gain control, and spun around, rushing to the aide of his companions, the companions he had spoken an oath to protect.

There would be time to think, and sort through his failures later...now they needed him...he hoped.

 
 Spoiler 

move to S8
Anklets of Translocation to U6

  Attack 1  - (1d20+15)[ 28 ] 
  Damage  - (1d10+7)[ 15 ] 
 Attack 2  - (1d20+10)[ 29 ]
  Damage  - (1d10+7)[ 10 ] 
  Crit confirm  - (1d20+10)[ 23 ]
 Crit Extra Damage  - (1d10+7)[ 13 ] 

If hit by a non-reach weapon:
  fire  - (1d6)[ 2 ] 
  fire  - (1d6)[ 5 ] 
  fire  - (1d6)[ 4 ] 
   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 1
 Level  6  Init  3,  HP  54/61,  Speed  30
 AC  21 (22 vs E)  Touch  14 (15 vs E)  Flat-footed  18 (19 vs E)
 Fort  +8 (+10 vs E)  Ref  +5 (+7 vs E)  Will  +5 (+7 vs E)
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition's  Fortification 50%, DR 2/-, Mantle of flame 1d6 fire on hit, Aid (+1 morale bonus on attack rolls and saves against fear effects), Bull's Strength (+4 enh to STR), Protection from Evil (+2 to def &amp; saves vs evil)
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [2/3], Anklets of Translocation [0/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects
 speech:   008080 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 2/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 0/2 
 - 
 
  
 Map 
 
Auranghzeb
   Come, Dancer
Many veils Death has,
wear yours and rest   

Onka slipped into nothingness, unable to feel the tendrils of the pennangolan lifting his body towards its anxious mouth. The creature opened its maw, ready to sink its teeth into the young dancer's tender neck!

Then, it felt the evil connection with the Samurai break and soon was surrounded by the dancer's allies.

  Death shall not find you alone
Child of the Mountain, rise!  
First, Leylek fluttering flurry came down over the pennangolan, severing some entrails that grabbed Onka. The predator howled as it buoyant head was pushed away from Onka.

    AHGHAAAAA!   

Then, Shimura enraged and protected from evil, dashed through the garden and hit twice with fury and precision. The magic katana of his ancestors cut true.

Then Ahalya and Raksha lifted Onka from the realm of the dying.

The rising flames in the nearby house lit the scene as the pennangolan snapped at Leylek, trying to rip the bird's long neck to no avail!
Metastachydium
Without a sound and deaf to the pained cry of the creature, Leylek moves around its flailing innards with a strange, whirling, frenzied grace, the sudden weight behind his strikes shifting itself, from fist to leg and to beak and to fist again as he tries to drive the being into Shimura's waiting blade.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Tumbling move to wherever the bird can flank with Shimura from (W4?):  (1d20+14)[ 20 ] ;
Adamantine Crane Flanking Flurry Attack:  (1d20+10)[ 14 ]  for  (1d8+4)[ 10 ]  and
 (1d20+10)[ 15 ]  for  (1d8+4)[ 9 ] , with
slam:  (1d20+5)[ 16 ]  for  (1d8+4)[ 5 ] , all adamantine magical bludgeoning.
 
BelGareth
Shimura merely whispers as he readies his blades, swinging them in a dance of whirling steel flashing through the cold dusk light, they cut the air with a thrumming that belied their aim.

 "In shadows I roamed,
Torn by a dark, binding spell.
Now, Oni, we clash." 
 
 Spoiler 

should be in U6? did i get moved?
5ft step if need be

  Attack 1  - (1d20+15)[ 25 ] 
  Damage  - (1d10+7)[ 8 ] 
  Attack 2  - (1d20+10)[ 21 ] 
  Damage  - (1d10+7)[ 13 ] 

If hit by a non-reach weapon:
  Fire  - (1d6)[ 3 ] 
   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 1
 Level  6  Init  3,  HP  54/61,  Speed  30
 AC  21 (22 vs E)  Touch  14 (15 vs E)  Flat-footed  18 (19 vs E)
 Fort  +8 (+10 vs E)  Ref  +5 (+7 vs E)  Will  +5 (+7 vs E)
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition's  Fortification 50%, DR 2/-, Mantle of flame 1d6 fire on hit, Aid (+1 morale bonus on attack rolls and saves against fear effects), Bull's Strength (+4 enh to STR), Protection from Evil (+2 to def &amp; saves vs evil)
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [2/3], Anklets of Translocation [0/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects
 speech:   008080 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 2/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 0/2 
 - 
 
  
 Map 
 
Cygnia
   "EEP! Drive it into the flames to join its tainted ally! Such evil must be thoroughly destroyed!"    Ahalyā screeched, once more calling upon the full power of her belt to heal Onka.  Meanwhile, Raksha stood protectively by the still dangerously wounded dancer.

 
 Spoiler: Actions 

Both Ahalyā and Raksha declare their dodge on Malaysian Gut Vampire
Ahalyā is using all 3 charges of her Healing Belt on Onka
 (4d8)[ 14 ] 
Raksha uses Aid Another (Defense) to add +2 AC to Onka
 (1d20+5)[ 6 ]  (DC10)
 

 
 Spoiler: Statblock 

   Ahalyā   
F CG Vanara Shaman,  Level  6,  Init  2,  HP  48/41,  Speed  30
 AC  22,  Touch  19,  Flat-footed  20,  Fort  9,  Ref  10,  Will  16,  Base Attack Bonus  4
 (weapon finesse in play) Unarmed Strike   +6 (1d6-1, x2)
   MW Sickle   +7 (1d6-1, x2)
 Least Crystal of Adaptation Leather Armor +1  (+3 Armor, +2 Dex, +2 Deflect, +5 Misc)
 Abilities  Str 9, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 16, Wis 20, Cha 16
 Condition  Endure Elements (from Least Crystal of Adaptation)
Low-Light Vision
Shield of Faith (6 minutes, +2 defection bonus to AC)
Aid grants the target a +1 morale bonus on attack rolls and saves against fear effects, plus temporary hit points equal to 7hp (6 minutes)
Improved Unarmed Strike: You are considered to be armed even when unarmed — that is, you do not provoke attacks of opportunity from armed opponents when you attack them while unarmed. However, you still get an attack of opportunity against any opponent who makes an unarmed attack on you. In addition, your unarmed strikes can deal lethal or nonlethal damage, at your option.
 
Auranghzeb
Shimura slashes twice, his magi blade severing the creature's heart and lungs from the head, still buoyant it looks at the samurai before collapsing into the ground with a thud.
BelGareth
Shimura watches in no small satisfaction, as the evil  thing  was done with,  what?  He listened,  yes, of course  He numbly stood up, sheathing blades as he did so. Looking around he took stock of the situation, it was a dire circumstance they had stumbled into, but perhaps they could help these people. He quickly grabbed the remains of the...he could barely give it a name, in having done so it gave it power over him, and he had no need of that. He ran to the burning house and tossed it in with it's cellmate.

the flames were licking against the dry materials of the house, but there were other  people  inside, heedless to the fire, he ran into it looking for a body and picking it up to carry outside.

 
 Spoiler 

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 1
 Level  6  Init  3,  HP  54/61,  Speed  30
 AC  21 (22 vs E)  Touch  14 (15 vs E)  Flat-footed  18 (19 vs E)
 Fort  +8 (+10 vs E)  Ref  +5 (+7 vs E)  Will  +5 (+7 vs E)
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition's  Fortification 50%, DR 2/-, Mantle of flame 1d6 fire on hit, Aid (+1 morale bonus on attack rolls and saves against fear effects), Bull's Strength (+4 enh to STR), Protection from Evil (+2 to def &amp; saves vs evil)
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [2/3], Anklets of Translocation [0/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects
 speech:   008080 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 2/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 0/2 
 - 
 
  
 Map 
 
Auranghzeb
Th fire crept like a live animal through the wooden frame of the house. Shimura rushed in through the flaming threshold into the room where he had seen the bodies, making sure these were indeed dead.

He immediately knew they werent! The pennangolan death had broken the spell and Shimura found himself with the disoriented and terrified look of three women and a child waking from a deadly slumber into the warmth of the burning house.

  HHHEELP HEELP   

They started to rise, their legs numbed but swift, they moved towards the outside reeled by the valiant Dragon Samurai.


From the other house, more people came, and the villagers gathered around the old woman, the flames spreading fast, their concern was immediate!

  Help us help us turn down the fire!  

Amidst all this chaos, the old woman looked at the heroes with gratitude in her eyes.
Cygnia
   "Is everyone now out of the house?"    The shaman quickly asked.  In her zeal to make sure the pennaggolans were fully destroyed, Ahalyā had not checked to see if the bodies on the floor were still alive.  Onka had the excuse of being wounded and leading out the former puppets (who had sadly been executed by the undead regardless).  She had not.  Vanquishing evil meant nothing if the good could not be protected first!  The shaman shook her head.      EEP!  Do better!    

Still, with the coming darkness, Ahalyā once more drew upon her spirit sight in case of any new threats.
Alhallor
Onka didn't hear or see anything for awhile, it couldn't be long till he walked into heaven or hell.

It was just weird that heaven or hell felt a lot like a wet snout.

 Huh? 

The dancer blinked surprised, he was still hurting in several places but felt much better suddenly. When he stood up Alhalya even healed him further.

He wanted to forgive his companions that he had worried them this much but there was also a raging fire burning up the house... And no one was shouting orders!

When the dancer first drew breath he coughed up some blood but then made gestures towards the other houses.

 Drench the other houses! We can't let the fire spread further! Gather everything that can held water! Make a line! 
 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Diplomacy I guess?  (1d20+4)[ 24 ] 
 
Metastachydium
With the people from inside he wasn't even aware of earlier taken care of, and, somewhat surprisingly, Onka, of all people, thankfully alive and standing once more, rallying the locals to suppress the blaze, and better than the bird himself likely could, Leylek finds himself uncertain what to do for a moment; but then, as he looks up at the darkened sky, he is reminded of  its  presence once more. The people of this place he ill-understands still; but the customs of war are not unknown to him. Fate willing, abiding by them might, in the end, put the townfolk at ease, showing them, in clear terms, that this battle is over; and he would do it regardless.

Springing into the air, the crane touches down upon the roof of the house aflame, and testing his grip against it, snaps the pole of the Crab's banner, and tears the flag itself in twain, sending both careening down the sloping roof. He does barely bother to see where they land, lest they fall upon someone, before gliding over onto the other roof to remove yet another banner, torn apart, its pole broken with a scowl of cold contempt.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

In case I need rolls for the bird to do that:
 (1d20+8)[ 27 ]  for  (1d8+4)[ 5 ] ,
 (1d20+8)[ 17 ]  for  (1d8+4)[ 10 ] , and
 (1d20+3)[ 5 ]  for  (1d8+4)[ 8 ]  against the one banner/pole and

 (1d20+8)[ 17 ]  for  (1d8+4)[ 8 ] ,
 (1d20+8)[ 25 ]  for  (1d8+4)[ 6 ] , and
 (1d20+3)[ 22 ]  for  (1d8+4)[ 5 ]  against the other,
all attacks ignoring hardness.
 
Auranghzeb
The crane warrior's grand gesture is witnessed by all the villagers that follow the old woman and her grandson. Cut against the darkening skyline and the blazing roof, Leylek's banner breaking punctuates Onka's call to action. Soon, the two dozen villagers are making a line from the beach to the house, quenching the flames under our heroes' direction and passing buckets of seawater that fizzles on the flames.

It takes you the better part of two hours to finally put off the last flame; half the house is now burnt. The faces around you are stern and sunk in the shadows of the cold, clear night, but there's also quiet pride and resolve in them.

One of the noblemen Leylek, knocked out during the fight, comes towards you as the last ember of the fire dies and kneels humbly.
  You are our saviors! Whatever these creatures were, you saved us.
But they will be back; They promised to return when the moon reaches its highest point.
   
The Old woman's determined voice interrupts the man.

  With the help of these heroes we can resist! My other grandson should be back in the morning with the other men who were out fishing. We need to hold on until then!
  Then she looks at you
  Samurai san, heroes, Help us, please!  
Auranghzeb
The moon will rise soon, you have probably an hour until it is high in the sky and the threat for the penangolan becomes truth. The people trust you as allies and saviors, they will try to assist you. Prepare or wait, that is your choice.


 
 Spoiler: OoC 

You got 4 max Posts to prepare. You can discuss OoC. Declare your actions here IC.
Everything will have a DC of 16 and will take 1d4 x10 minutes to do:

1. Fortify a house
2. Prepare weapons
3. Dig a trap
4. Set a fire trap
5. Prepare an ambush
ETC

Everything (within reason) you might think of has that DC 16 and that time. You got 170minutes in total, but your actions can be simultaneous.
 
Metastachydium
Back on the ground, and having stood in the line with the villagers to carry water against the flames, with that contained, Leylek passes a swift, scaled hand-talon over his belt as he looks at the speakers in turn.   That is better news than you know.   he says, grim, but without the barest hint of the gibbet's jest in his voice.   I feared we'd lose their tracks. We  hunt  them, under the guidance of Shimura- sama .   he explains   And they are yet to learn that not without success, either; or so it should be. We fought on their terms here; now they shall fight on ours.   he strides forward towards her companions.   Mistress Ahalyā. You are strong against  these . What are they? What should we know?   he asks with a swift bow.   All I can tell is take the bodies of men; and that they fear fire.   lowering his head, almost menacingly, he turns it around, slightly, to look over his shoulder.   I would have you prepare torches. It is light we need and fire we need. Set them up by the roads. Should help us see their approach.   he informs the villagers, before having his head snap forward again to regard the dancer for a moment.   Whatever happened to my lantern, Onka, I wonder?  
 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Belt healing, two charges for now:  (4d8)[ 3 ][ 7 ][ 6 ][ 7 ](23) 
 
Alhallor
With the fire defeated and even most of the house still intact Onka let out a heavy sigh of relief. Which he almost choken on when he heard the news that they were even more monsters ahead.

He fumbled around a bit on his horse and retrieved one of the healing flasks they were given and emptied one, while stashing the other things away too. While he gathered Leylek's lantern (that fell down where he nearly died) and gave it to the crane warrior he thought about what to do.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Drinking a healing potion:  (2d8+3)[ 17 ] 
 


He gathered some of the villagers who seemed especially vibrant.

 In the mountains where I come from we had a special dance that attracted the good kami and drove away the bad. Not only you were afraid but you're spirits were too. Let's give them new confidence, follow my lead. 

There was no major drum in the center of the village. Clapped hands needed to suffice while Onka made some careful strides around the village, while clapping his hands, that was echoed by the villagers. He kept his movements steady and certainly, befitting the mountains he came from, but halfway through incorporated some weaving motions to adress the spirits of the sea that were certainly watching too.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Dancing check:  (1d20+15)[ 28 ]  against 16. (I can't actually fail this, but let's see what I'll get.
 


After this he congratulated the participating villagers and try'd to get a secluded spot to ask his ancestor for help. He danced the dance of Steel, martially and brutally slicing the air with his hands, feet and knees. His whole body was covered with sweat and he did feel a certain difference in his whole body.

He took off the amulet of his mother that should give his body the mighty fangs of a dragon and the feeling did not dissipate.  When you're as good as me, you won't need it anymore. 

The dancer searched for Raksha and called for her.

 I want you to wear this, you rescued my life several times and I'm sure you're fangs may benefit from a bit of sharpness.  If the wolf is willing Onka would put his Wyrmfang amulet over her head.

 
 Spoiler: Time 
 (1d4)[ 3 ]  * 10 minutes
+
dance of steel (10 additional minutes)
Binding check:  (1d20+10)[ 29 ]  Against 25
 
BelGareth
With the fire put out, and the strength enhancing magic fading on Shimura, he felt a tired ache settle within him, there was some penance to atone for...but not for now, it would have to wait, his actions would have to suffice to show his admonition.

He stood by the side as watched LeyLek and then in turn, and more surprisingly, Onka take charge of these people, it warmed his heart, as if he were watching a pupil grow into something...else. Smiling, he nodded as LeyLek mentioned him by name, he nodded in recognition.

This would be a tough fight, but they had hope.

And maybe that was enough.

 
 Spoiler 

Don't have much to add.

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 1
 Level  6  Init  3,  HP  54/61,  Speed  30
 AC  21 (22 vs E)  Touch  14 (15 vs E)  Flat-footed  18 (19 vs E)
 Fort  +8 (+10 vs E)  Ref  +5 (+7 vs E)  Will  +5 (+7 vs E)
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition's  Fortification 50%, DR 2/-, Mantle of flame 1d6 fire on hit, Aid (+1 morale bonus on attack rolls and saves against fear effects), Bull's Strength (+4 enh to STR), Protection from Evil (+2 to def &amp; saves vs evil)
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [2/3], Anklets of Translocation [0/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects
 speech:   008080 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 2/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 0/2 
 - 
 
  
 Map 
 
Cygnia
 To Leylek... 
   "These foul undead were  pennaggolan , Master Leylek. They drain the blood and very life from a victim and can dominate the innocent to do their will.  Worse still, any slain by them rise up to become another of their depraved kind.  And their corpses must be fully destroyed, else they will return to plague this world anew! Which, save some of that fire before it's extinguished -- I must see to that task..."    Ahalyā grimaced towards the headless corpses, snatching up a few burning timbers to make sure their vile bodies were indeed thoroughly rendered to ash while the others saved the house.

***

After Onka made his offer, Raksha glanced over to Ahalyā to check with her.  The shaman nodded, touched by such a generous offer.  And the wolf bowed her head to accept the dancer's gift.

Then Ahalya closed her eyes, hoping that Onka's dance may have helped please the spirits in some way.  Though she could not commune with any right now, knowing if any were in fact nearby could prove useful.

 
 Spoiler: Action 

Casting Trance (duration 6 rounds)

Casting Time: 1 round
Range: 120 ft.
Area: 120 ft. spread, centered on you
Duration: 1 round/level (D)
Saving Throw: None
Spell Resistance: No

You place yourself in a deep trance, during which you cannot move, speak, or take any action.
In the trance, you are highly attuned to the powers and forces in the immediate area.
You can sense certain magical creatures and effects within the spell's area.
Each round you remain in the trance, you feel the presence of any one lesser spirit, greater spirit, curse, permanent magical effect, or haunting within the spell's area.
You can determine the general type of thing contacted (such as natural spirit, evil haunting), but cannot communicate with it in any way or gain any other information about it.
Using this spell does give you enough information to subsequently cast commune with lesser spirit or a similar spell to communicate with the spirit you desire to contact.
 
Auranghzeb
As the blazes died, the conversation between Leylek and Ahalya became somber and ominous. Whatever was happening in this land in the last few days was more widespread than what it initially seemed. These Crab samurai were more than mere humans. What could be going on?

The Crab were the guardians of the Shadowland Border, the sturdiest and most stoic clan in all the empire. Any rumor about them trying to gain power was sustained in their constant claim for more help from other clans in their desperate fight. But now, penangolan walked inside their armors and carried their banners. Dead animals rose as beasts that inhabited the shadowlands.

Was this all related to the stolen Scriptures?

Leylek and a group of men started making long spear-like torches, and soon had over a dozen stacked in front of the main house.

The moon rises steadily over the sea, not much time to go now.

Shimura watches while Onka organizes the peasants, he sees the natural leadership and charisma emerging from the young dancer. Looking at that made it impossible to see Onka as an honor-less murderer; in Miromoto Shimura's book, Onka was showing he was a warrior.


Onka soon had the children and elderly, those few that couldn't help anywhere else, dancing an ancient dance of protection as an offering to the protective Kami of the land.

Moved by Onka's generosity to her wolf, Ahalya complements the dance with a spiritual trance of her own, sending her mind to the void between the words and calling for aid.

The first thing she senses is Shimura's Veils, projected into his soul by his ancestors, then she feels Onka's binding of Iron Fist and sees the dancer's fists becoming living metal.

Then she senses the departing and confusing spirits of the recently death, still hovering around the village in disbelief. The noblemen spirtis hanging to their bodies as these are carried away by leylek and the peasant to a pyre.

The confused wailing of women who died the night before and now can't find comfort.

The village is heavy with these presences, but it is difficult to harness them, they all seem lost and out of touch.

Then she senses a strong aura walking from the sacred groove in the center of the village, anger coming from the woods, not evil, only anger.

From that groove, a man comes out, or more like a half-man... It appears as a human split lengthwise down the middle—standing on one leg and holding a glowing axe in its single hand. His features are familiar, as if they were a composite of the villagers.

There's a gasp and the dancers stop!

 
 Spoiler: Image 
 
 

 
 Spoiler: Knowledge check: Arcana, Religion, Spirits DC=12 
 It's a doc cu’o’c, a protective Kami liked to the land. It looks like the inhabitants of a land, but it does not protect them, it protects the land and has no loyalty to any living creature.
 

 
 Spoiler: Effects from your actions. 
Onka's dance will give all villagers a morale bonus through the night. I'll handle that. Plaing the torches around the town will improve visibility and when adjacent to them, will give you a 1d6 to attack and damage to any adjacent enemy. Maybe you grab them or move them around jackie chan style, whatever.
 
Cygnia
   "A  doc cu’o’c ..."    breathed the shaman as she rose to her feet. In a low voice, Ahalyā quickly continued    "A kami of the land.  He is  not  malevolent. But he protects the land, not its inhabitants..."   

Still, if the spirit was called by Onka's dance, they might have a chance against whatever evil would come when the dark fully fell.

   "Honorable spirit..."    Ahalyā bowed her head, addressing the  doc cu'o'c  in the Spirit Tongue.     "We did not wish to disturb you, but a great corruption infests this land and threatens to spread its taint even further.  It has already twisted man and animal alike--"     Recalling both the  pennaggolan  and the  onikage  from before.     "--and the villagers that have already fallen to its wrath remain lost. Without rest or comfort.  This taint, this evil cannot be allowed to take root among the grasses and waters as well.  Please -- please, will you lend your aid to these humble villagers in driving it down to its final grave?  So that people and land can truly heal from their scars?"   

Head still bowed, Ahalyā heard her heartbeat thunder in her ears.

 
 Spoiler: Actions 

Both rolled in Discord
Know (Religion): 28
Diplomacy: 29
 
Alhallor
Onka was surprised that his dance summoned an actual manifesting spirit, instead of awakening small spirits of good luck and protection. After Alhalya spoke he strode towards the spirit, goes down to one knee and bowed it's head low, besides Alhalya.

 The land was already ravaged by the enemy's that will attack soon. You're help will not only be appreciated but it'll help rip out the taint by it's roots. 
 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Diplomacy aid against DC 10 for +2
 (1d20+4)[ 20 ] 
 
Metastachydium
Leylek frowns, of course. Half-men seem hardly good omens, not so shortly after their having fought part-men, and not so shortly before they'd have to fight them again. But Ahalyā's quick explanation, and the words of reverence form her and Onka (even as he couldn't understand the former) put him at some ease. The place is now well-lit; and they might have, if not an ally, a new obstacle for their foes to move around. He offers a quick bow to the half-man himself and begins to slowly spread his wings and bend his long, thin legs, flashing only a glance at Shimura, as if waiting for his assent alongside the resolution of the talks with the  kami  before he'd soar to the sky to spy for the enemy from above.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

If the doc cu'o'c doesn't act like a threat, Leylek's going to fly up 80' or so and make  Perception  checks (yes, I know, I'm very brave):  (1d20+9)[ 13 ] , +2 if there are Humans to spot.
 
Auranghzeb
The doc cu’o’c glanced with his one eye and after a moment of silence spoke with guttural voice that could not come from any mouth, his lips moved, and it was an unsightly sight from one side as his half-tongue moved in the cavernous mouth as the p's and r's rolled against the inside of the half jaw.

   The land seeps darkness like the rain in summer. The roots of trees and the water below are becoming tainted. What have you done? Why is my land becoming a shadowland? The only use you humans had was as guardians against this illness, and you have failed!

The Kami have given you flowers in spring and harvest in summer and you repay with the dark blood-poison of the oni   


Diplomacy is not completely working, the Kami is not moved by Ahalya's words, it demands an explanation.
BelGareth
Shimura raised an eyebrow at the spirits response, it was not what he expected, was he blaming them somehow?

He stepped forward, and gave a careful low bow, and spoke to the spirit in this stance.

  "Oh great spirit, we are hunting a group that stole  the divine scriptures , we have hunted them to this location, these are the people responsible for the taint spreading. will you help us?"  
 
 Spoiler 

  Diplomacy  - (1d20+11)[ 15 ] 
   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 1
 Level  6  Init  3,  HP  54/61,  Speed  30
 AC  21 (22 vs E)  Touch  14 (15 vs E)  Flat-footed  18 (19 vs E)
 Fort  +8 (+10 vs E)  Ref  +5 (+7 vs E)  Will  +5 (+7 vs E)
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition's  Fortification 50%, DR 2/-, Mantle of flame 1d6 fire on hit, Aid (+1 morale bonus on attack rolls and saves against fear effects), Bull's Strength (+4 enh to STR), Protection from Evil (+2 to def &amp; saves vs evil)
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [2/3], Anklets of Translocation [0/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects
 speech:   008080 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 2/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 0/2 
 - 
 
  
 Map 
 
Cygnia
   "Indeed, these villagers here are blameless for this tragedy..."    Whatever happened, Ahalyā prayed that the  doc cu’o’c  would not take his righteous anger out on them at least.     "Those bearing the mark of the Crab clan stole the sacred scriptures from the regent and we have been tasked with retrieving them.  What their purpose was in such theft goes beyond simple martial conflict, we fear.  For with every step, we have found that our quarry would rather leave ruin and misery in its wake than simply flee. Things are out of balance.  If this is a sign that the Crab have willingly fallen to the Shadowlands, then that cannot stand.  But these humble villagers  are  fighting to stem back this darkness, noble spirit -- and we fight with them.  If they fall -- if  we  fall, no one will be left to cleanse the poison that remains that you so justly rage against."   

By her side, Raksha allowed herself a small growl.  The crane's stubbornness was almost pleasant compared to the single mindedness of the  doc cu’o’c  (and this was from a being who had little love for hoomins most of the time).
Auranghzeb
The kami takes the words slowly, scanning them for lies and misdirection, as it is the custom of the talking beings: lie.

That seemed to take a minute; the creature gazed around the frightened men and women and sniffed the air, one nostril flaring with the smell of charred pennangolan.

   You have killed one of those tainted... it may be you are not trying to deceive me.    

It walked forward, its only leg moving as if the other was not missing, with the steady rhythmic steps of someone walking. The missing half is not much severed as simply invisible and intangible across the realm of men and the realm of kami. It approached the shaman. It stood taller than Shimura, and its arm muscles were powerful as its axe sparkled and crackled with the force of lighting.

   What would you have me do to defend my land? SPEAK and I shall be ready    
Metastachydium
Leylek's spreading wings freeze for a moment in the air as the half-man seems to rebuff the Shaman. Mercifully, it is merely blunter than the bird himself, however. Another enemy of strange power is hardly what they need, not now when they are barely back from the brink. Leylek can see their own leader is still shaken and yet to compose himself; and the dancer almost died. He frowns.   I'm not of this land, revered  aksakal .   he bows to the kami once more.   Its spirits have never talked to me before. Mistress Ahalyā knows best, of us all. Please treat her words on the matter as hers – and mine as well. All I can entreat you to do is that if all else is impossible or beyond what you will do for this shore, stand and watch, and tip the scales should we falter.   The frown, now deeper, returns.   We faltered before. It cost us.   Having spoken, the crane launches himself into the air.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Trying to gain an altitude of about 60' for now.
 
Alhallor
Onka was kinda afraid of that new spirit, but thanks to Ahalya's wise words it seems the spirit was somewhat appeased. He gave the ones who danced with him a meaningful glance, trying to tell them without words, that they too helped in securing a new ally for the village.

The dancer retreated subtly letting Ahalya and Shimura talk about the tactical use of they're new ally to get a moment to simply breath and relax. He couldn't know what would appear in a few hours but try'd to steel his mind anyway. He was too afraid against this enemy's and a calm mind would probably help better against the horrors that would await instead of a raucous one.
BelGareth
Watching his friend fly off, Shimura turns to the strange Kami, he didn't know how the monks did it, it was....off putting.

  "If you can show us where they are, we can hunt them down"   he says simply.

 
 Spoiler 

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 1
 Level  6  Init  3,  HP  54/61,  Speed  30
 AC  21 (22 vs E)  Touch  14 (15 vs E)  Flat-footed  18 (19 vs E)
 Fort  +8 (+10 vs E)  Ref  +5 (+7 vs E)  Will  +5 (+7 vs E)
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition's  Fortification 50%, DR 2/-, Mantle of flame 1d6 fire on hit, Aid (+1 morale bonus on attack rolls and saves against fear effects), Bull's Strength (+4 enh to STR), Protection from Evil (+2 to def &amp; saves vs evil)
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [2/3], Anklets of Translocation [0/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects
 speech:   008080 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 2/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 0/2 
 - 
 
  
 Map 
 
Auranghzeb
Leylek took flight as the night fully formed around the village. A starless and dense sky. The crane drew concentric circles to lookout for incoming danger.
There he saw it. Like a slow mist forming around the village, a living mist becoming more solid as the night grew. Only the waterside of the town seemed free from that surrounding mist. Oppressive.

The Kami looked at Shimura sideways.

 They are close, like long fingers slowly closing around the land. And one of them makes the roots of the trees tremble. That one is coming from the mountains.  

It turns its eye towards the road you traveled earlier right as the moon starts showing it's brilliant edge around the mountaintops.

  They will attack when the moon is fully over that peak.   

The villagers, terrified and stunned, follow his monocular gaze and there's a collective gasp.
Cygnia
   "Please, can you tell what sort of beings they are, how many and what dangers they possess?"    Ahalyā had limited magicks left, but being forewarned might at least give her an idea to how to apply them.

Still, she had to keep reminding herself that their ally would protect the land than themselves.
Metastachydium
As he watches the mist form, irate wrinkles rippling under the plummage on his forehead, Leylek finds that unlike when he had to face Shimura-sama, the samurais body dancing on malign strings held by tainted hands, he is not afraid. It was a storm, more terrible than any he could imagine before, that snatched him away from his people and left him here. And he was not afraid. He called it Fate; and Fate it proved to be, much as he may have had to wait: watching slow, leepy harbours and streets, chasing petty thieves: these were small duties. But they all led to this, a great duty. Hours before, he was to despair in it, but Fate was willing. He will serve it on, then, no matter what. For what is this, if not jut another storm to weather?

  A mist is forming! On all sides, save the shore!   he calls down to the others, his voice firm and loud as he sails towards the great pine tree, intent on resting on a branch for a moment – but no longer than it takes to transfer a vial from his pack into the pouch on his belt.   It is no mere fog! Ready yourselves!  
 
 Spoiler: OOC 

The bird reports in, puts a potion of CMW somewhere he can easily get to it; and takes flight again, back to the same altitude.
 
Alhallor
Onka gathers the old, the frail and the children and directs them to the house that is closest to the mist-free waters. He makes sure even they have something to defend themselves with. A heavy stone, a sharp stick. They should have something to defend themselves with.

He tells the others were the most vulnerable of the village folk are, then arms himself with his trusty spear and waits for the enemies to appear. He can only hope that they all have done enough.
Cygnia
    Could whatever is coming be warded by water?  O ancestors, let it be so...     Which, on top of destroying any vessels that could pursue their foes, that might be another reason why the boats were destroyed -- to prevent these poor villagers from  escaping .
BelGareth
Shimura was glossy eyed, he was living another moment, and not entirely in there, but when the Kami replied, his eyes focused and he narrowed his eyes, they were surrounded, this was not good.

Conventional warfare provided logic for such an event, even a dao:  "When you surround an army, leave an outlet free. Do not press a desperate foe too hard."  but this was not conventional, and we do not have an outlet, unless we can get a boat ready....

He suddenly awoke, moving into action from his inaction   "MOVE TO THE BEACH, FORM A PERIMETER, WE NEED FIRE AT EVEN SPACED INTERVALS"   he points to several able bodied villages   "YOU AND YOU, GO, AND GET THAT READY, THE OTHERS, GATHER WHAT WEAPONS YOU CAN, ANYONE WHO CAN FIX A RAFT, OR A BOAT, DO SO, WE MAY NEED TO LEAVE TO THE WATER."  

He looked around at everyone,   "MOVE!"   he yelled, at those who were still stuck in the terror of the moment. As he said this, he burst into flames that licked his body, but did not hurt, a little showboating couldn't hurt here, perhaps lift their spirits a little.

 
 Spoiler 

Once the moon reaches the peak, use my scripture of Pro from evil.

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 1
 Level  6  Init  3,  HP  54/61,  Speed  30
 AC  21  Touch  14   Flat-footed  18
 Fort  +8  Ref  +5  Will  +5
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition's  Fortification 25%, DR 1/-, Mantle of flame 2d6 fire on hit
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [2/3], Anklets of Translocation [0/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects
 speech:   008080 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 1/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  
 Map 
 
Auranghzeb
The Du-Qoc closes its eye and takes in the night breeze answering Ahalya's question.

  They are one and many like a shadow under many dim lights. I can feel the one, the hoofs of its horse bruise the land with every step.  


Onka and Miromoto harness the still shellshocked villagers, quelching their fears with your natural charisma and leadership. The compassionate dancer and the honorable dragon. The villagers bring the weapons they have, their lamps and oil and set a perimeter around the pier as Shimura instructed. Children are tuck inside a barricade of barrels and wagons.

The moon is now fully visible over the peaks.

Leylek sees the mist closing in inch by inch and then, as the moon rises clear and full, the mist sinks inside the earth, seeping into the land as if it was never there.

That's when you hear the hoofs. cut against the pale moon a rider advances through the stream that leads to the piers across town. It wasn't there a minute ago, not it is perfectly clear, an empty banner on one hand, it sees all of you, you can feel its gaze even if its eyes remain invisible.
The Du-qoc snarls.

 It is here 


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There's a moment of silence as the night sucks all hope, and then a wail, soft and eerie like a summer breeze.

Ahalya, you sense the creature, an oni of immense power, but only half manifest, it is a shadow of a shadow.
Metastachydium
Leylek begins to descend, slowly, in an ample circle, little feathers around his eyes and on his brow standing up irately.   The mist recedes.   he announces aloud.   And yet I only see the one. A rider of no colours on a false horse as we fought in the woods.  
Alhallor
Onka faces the night, his grip around his weapon light. It felt good helping the fearful villagers, he never felt much like a leader, but giving people direction was something he always felt he could do.

When the rider and the wail appears Onka's grip around his weapon get's more intense, to combat the wail, he stomps his feet, rams the end of his spear towards the ground to create a challenging rhythm against the enemy.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Should it be relevant.
AoO:  (1d20+8)[ 13 ] 
Damage:  (1d8+1)[ 4 ] 
And I guess Intimidate should it be possible.  (1d20+4)[ 17 ] 
 
BelGareth
the hair on the back of his neck suddenly stood up, and he looked up from his work hearing the words from Leylek, the mists had receded. Shimura frowned, this was not what he was expected,  what manner of evil is this?  he whispered, and then something took hold of him, he stood and took a step forward.   "You have no claim here Oni, I am Miromoto Shimura, descendant of the legendary Mirumoto Niten line, I bid you leave this place, else you will be struck down."   
 
 Spoiler 

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 1
 Level  6  Init  3,  HP  54/61,  Speed  30
 AC  21 (22 vs E)  Touch  14 (15 vs E)   Flat-footed  18 (19 vs E)
 Fort  +8 (+10 vs E)  Ref  +5 (+7 vs E)  Will  +5 (+7 vs E)
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition's  Fortification 25%, DR 1/-, Mantle of flame 2d6 fire on hit
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [2/3], Anklets of Translocation [0/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects, Protection from Evil
 speech:   008080 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 1/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  
 Map 
 
Cygnia
   Something is  off  about this oni -- what is it?    The shaman frowned.

The  onikage  it rode was easy enough to know what sort of threats it entailed.  But its rider didn't seem to be at full power.  Did it think their group wasn't that much of a threat and so, chose not to manifest itself to all its strength?  Ahalyā didn't think they would be that lucky.  Or, following the warning of the  doc cu'o'c , was this oni capable of dividing itself somehow.  That parts of it were elsewhere, lurking to ambush them at the right/wrong time....?

As Ahalyā murmured the words of  Mass Aid , she frantically wracked her brain to determine what this entity was -- and what dangers it held.

 
 Spoiler: Actions 

Casting Mass Aid. For 6 minutes, everyone has a +1 morale bonus on attack rolls and saves against fear effects, plus temporary hit points equal to  (1d8+6)[ 8 ] 

Knowledge Devotion: Religion + Collector of Stories to figure out what's riding the  onikage  and what it's capable of/any weaknesses

 (1d20+14)[ 21 ] 
 
Auranghzeb
The rider stopped at Miromoto's challenge and rose it's blank banner with one hand. The wailing became a deep silence, as if the earth itself sucked out the air  and the sonic waves. The onikage pranced anxiously. Then the rider lowered the banner and pointed at Miromoto from a distance and spurred irs mount forward, moving like a breeze.

Ahalya couldn't determine the nature of the Oni, but her senses buzzed around. feeling dozens of spirits around, rippling through the vines and roots of the earth tunneling the land towards the people at the pier.

The du-qoc felt it too!

  They are surrounding us!  

And it swung his powerful axe against an invisible foe! But as the axe stroke it cleft through a smaller creature, a putrid Bajang's head rolled off the  tiny body, showing its serrated teeth in a deadly throe!
Metastachydium
Leylek can hear Shimura's ringing challenge, the uneasy grunt of the half-man, the falling axe and the thud of the head, hitting the ground in the now eerie silence, signalling the weapon hit true. He can feel life surge up in him again, courtesy of the Shaman's now familiar power, and see the rider itself surge forward. The challenge is met, then, if without honour and with numbers unseen marshalled forth. Very well.

The Crane lets loose a shrill call and glides forward, swiftly, drawing his bow as he lands, the horns on its uneven limbs curving forward menacingly.   Yes,  tshuvaltshang . Come, close with us!   he hisses coldly; and two arrows are sent flying against the Onikage, this mockery of a noble beast, more offensive even than its rider, somehow, to the bird.  That is not how one treats a horse. 
 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Double move onto the roof; AB18 or so, drawing that bow; then
Rapid Shot full attack:  (1d20+9)[ 22 ]  for  (1d8+2)[ 7 ]  and
 (1d20+9)[ 22 ]  for  (1d8+2)[ 8 ]  piercing;
declaring Dodge against the Oni, for AC 22
 
Alhallor
Onka's thoughts are racing and battering against his skull, there was something that they were missing, he was sure of it.


 
 Originally Posted by Auranghzeb 
   They are one and many like a shadow under many dim lights. I can feel the one, the hoofs of its horse bruise the land with every step.   
 

When they're mighty ally fell one of the small invisible attackers there was a revelation, it may well be wrong, but the dancer was sure that Alhalya could clear it out.

 They're all one creature! Ahalyá where are the small ones? 
 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Hold my action till I know where to go and then sprinting towards the small creatures for now.
 
Cygnia
At Onka's frantic cry, Ahalyā strained her senses to try to find where the enemy spirits lurked.  She knew they were close (and thankfully none were near her yet), but trying to pinpoint them was frustrating.     Are they all invisible?!    

Raksha whined, sniffing the air.  Then she pawed the ground, growling.     "...Mistress, they feel like they're under the earth itself!"    
   "HO!  Like worms!  They're burrowing under the very ground itself!  Ohhh, brave Raksha, good girl!"    The shaman cried out, alerting the others.      Of course, they've corrupted and infested the land itself!    

Such news was not comforting in the slightest.

Ahalyā murmured another spell and cast her last Shield of Faith on herself and Raksha.
BelGareth
Shimura furrowed his eyebrows as he focused on the rider, he knew what the action meant, and what it symbolized.

 "So be it, I accept your challenge"  He muttered under his breath as he shifted his stance and drew both blades initiating the time honored stance of his ancient family, the  Niten Technique .

He stood ready against the oncoming storm.

 
 Spoiler 

  init  - (1d20+3)[ 23 ]  if needed

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 1
 Level  6  Init  3,  HP  54/61,  Speed  30
 AC  21 (22 vs E)  Touch  14 (15 vs E)   Flat-footed  18 (19 vs E)
 Fort  +8 (+10 vs E)  Ref  +5 (+7 vs E)  Will  +5 (+7 vs E)
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition's  Fortification 25%, DR 1/-, Mantle of flame 2d6 fire on hit
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [2/3], Anklets of Translocation [0/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects, Protection from Evil
 speech:   008080 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 1/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  
 Map 
 
Auranghzeb
The ground opens around the lot of you, shadows emerging from it. Rakhsha and Ahalya feel them immediately and are completely aware of the attack. The shadows take the shape of malformed humanoids in which you see the faces of deceased people you know.

Right in front of Onka, the shadows materialize as the governor the dancer killed.

It opens it's mouth and attempts to bite Onka with an elongated shadowy maw that the dancer easily avoids!

 

Other shadows materialize around the people at the barricade, attacking them with their cold hands and claws. There's panic! some of villagers retaliate with torches!

Initiative!
BelGareth
Growling, he was almost snarling, never had he dealt with such a dishonorable opponent, he back peddled and moved towards one of the shadow creatures, he would protect these people, if he could.

 
 Spoiler 

Move to AM10
Standard: attack
  Attack 1  - (1d20+14)[ 20 ] 
  Damage  - (1d10+7)[ 14 ] 
  Attack 2  - (1d20+9)[ 25 ] 
  Damage  - (1d10+7)[ 10 ] 
   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 1
 Level  6  Init  3,  HP  54/61,  Speed  30
 AC  21 (22 vs E)  Touch  14 (15 vs E)   Flat-footed  18 (19 vs E)
 Fort  +8 (+10 vs E)  Ref  +5 (+7 vs E)  Will  +5 (+7 vs E)
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition's  Fortification 25%, DR 1/-, Mantle of flame 2d6 fire on hit
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [2/3], Anklets of Translocation [0/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects, Protection from Evil
 speech:   008080 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 1/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  
 Map 
 
Alhallor
When the one he killed appeared again to take his revenge, Onka reflexively swayed out of the way. There was a short panic, when they we're multiple governors who thirsted for the dancers life, but he steadied himself with a short breath. They're enemies loved to play with fear and it was time to spit in the face of it. With a short jab of his spear he severed one of the torches from its pole, Onka span around grabed the torch with one hand and threw it towards Alhalya.

Onka breathed in.

He continued his movement hitting the two shadows besides him with one fist and one leg, shoving them to the side while sprinting towards the shaman.

A short step to the side, combined with a brutal scythe-kick and the dancer slamming his outstretched palm at the forehead of another two governors, Onka let himself briefly fall down, only to use both his hands to catapult himself up again, seemingly way to high for such a move, kicking one of the shadowy adversaries on his way back to earth, with a quick step to the side he was back to back with Alhalya.

He catched the torch he flung, and breathed out.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Now to put all that to numbers.

Activating both dance of death and sharpness of the deadly beauty.
I attack the shadows at AA8 and AC6, move towards AF7, stepping towards AG8 which let's me attack the shadows at AF9 and AH8. Step towards AG7 then towards AH6 which gives me another attack against AG5.

I tumble at full speed, letting myself use my full 40 feet movement which is gone after that maneuver.

That provokes four AoO's.

The first two I autopass thanks to Skill Focus: Tumble.

Against 19:  (1d20+16)[ 31 ] 

Against 21:  (1d20+16)[ 20 ] 

Five attacks:

Against AA7  (1d20+12)[ 16 ] 
Damage:  (1d8+9)[ 16 ] 

Against AC6  (1d20+12)[ 32 ] 
Damage:  (1d8+9)[ 12 ] 

Against AF9  (1d20+12)[ 13 ] 
Damage:  (1d8+9)[ 16 ] 

Against AH8  (1d20+12)[ 17 ] 
Damage:  (1d8+9)[ 14 ] 

Against AG5  (1d20+12)[ 15 ] 
Damage:  (1d8+9)[ 17 ] 

I'm not sure if they're really was a torch nearby, if not I would still like to use the description without the bonus to hit and damage. If one was there =  (1d6)[ 4 ] 

If the things have a Su add another +1 to hit and damage.

And AoO should one come to close

Attack:  (1d20+8)[ 12 ] 
Damage:  (1d8+5)[ 6 ] 
 
Auranghzeb
As Leylek emits his war cry and looses two quick arrows, Onka starts its deadly dance grabbing a torch and spinning gracefully around the battle field. His fists and his torch pummel the shadow bakemonos, who erupt in a dark puff. He only misses one of them, who ducks a backhanded punch.

However, that same enemy materializes several feet away as two precise arrows hit it in the chest and the second one reduces it to shadowy dust. Leylek shots were true! but the rider and the onikage are nowhere to be seen.

The Rider materializes right where the Bakemono had been a fraction of a second before, from upclose Ahalya and Rhaksha see that rider and horse are one and the same, an aberrant figure made of unformed shadows as much as matter. The horse hoofs do not touch the ground! The creature holds a banner of shadow that emits a damning aura that entangles Onka, Ahalya and Rhaksha. Then it swings his huge katana with one single hand, that elongates unnaturally!

 
 Spoiler: OoC 
Curse of the Dreaded Shadow:

Will DC 15 or suffer a -2 to AC, Attacks and Saves for 1 minute. It is a curse effect.
 


Onka fist bursts through the face of the last enemy hit, when suddenly he feels the pain in his back as the shadow Katana hist him twice. It feels cold, deadly cold and sharply painful, but these are mere superficial cuts!

 
 Spoiler: OoC damage 
 14  and 11 damage total 25 half is cold and half is negative energy
 

A few yards away, Shimura finishes one of the Bakemonos easily, but two other emerge! One hits the Samurai, its claws ignoring the Samurai armor as if he wore none. But as it hits, the mantle of flames protecting the Dragon engulf the shadow and banish it.

 
 Spoiler: OoC 
Mirumoto takes 14 cold damage
 


The Du Qoc cleaves through another enemy, but more Bakemonos emerge around him and the villagers.
BelGareth
Shimura gritted his teeth against the attacks from the  oni , he avoided one, the attacks slow and clumsy, but must have opened himself up to the other, the claws felt like they moved through him, like shadowstuff hurting his soul. Frowning from the pain, he saw the Rider appear next to his allies! His hackles raised, he tried to position towards the thing, but more shadow demons where in his way, he would have to hack his way through.

Steeling himself with a prayer, he moved closer, and struck.

 "In the shadowed realm where Oni dwell,
I stand with katana, spirits to repel.
By the strength of honor and virtue's light,
Guard my path through this perilous night.

Evil Oni, with menacing might,
I banish thee, from my soul take flight.
With courage and valor, I shall abide,
In Bushido's name, you shall not reside.

May the kami protect, and ancestors guide,
As I face this darkness, with them by my side.
In the name of honor, my spirit is free,
Oni's grip broken, now and for eternity."  
 
 Spoiler 

Swift to activate LAW devotion! (+3 sacred bonus to AC for 1 minute, can swap to attack with free action)
move to AL10
Full attack
  Attack 1  - (1d20+14)[ 26 ] 
  Damage  - (1d10+7)[ 15 ] 
  Attack 2  - (1d20+9)[ 16 ] 
  Damage  - (1d10+7)[ 14 ] 
   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 1
 Level  6  Init  3,  HP  40/61,  Speed  30
 AC  24 (25 vs E)  Touch  17 (18 vs E)   Flat-footed  21 (22 vs E)
 Fort  +8 (+10 vs E)  Ref  +5 (+7 vs E)  Will  +5 (+7 vs E)
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition's  Fortification 25%, DR 1/-, Mantle of flame 2d6 fire on hit
 Special  Law devotion [0/1], Belt of Healing [2/3], Anklets of Translocation [0/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects, Protection from Evil
 speech:   008080 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 1/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  
 Map 
 
Cygnia
Ahalyā grimaced, feeling the whine from poor Raksha before hearing it as the accursed cold took affect on the wolf. Thankfully, she had not been so afflicted.  Still, she was no great warrior like the others!

    Ho! Too many spirits!      Of course this oni would be buttressed by the unclean and foul.      Bajang -- no time to find their trees and destroy them!    

The shaman frantically weighed her options.     "Raksha, defend Onka!"   
    "...m-mistress...?"     The wolf tried to hold back the ice-touched whimper, not wanting to leave Ahalyā potentially undefended.  Still, she could smell the new injuries from the battle dancer.  Then the wolf nodded, growling.

Meanwhile, the shaman drew herself back a step from the nearest bakemono.  Her voice rang out, taking in as many of the evil spirits she could make out.       "Hear me, ancestors!  Help drive these vile spirits back to the void -- may they torment this land no more!"     
 
 Spoiler: Actions 

Will save Ahalyā 24, will save Raksha 13 (on Discord)
Move Raksha: AH7
5ft step Ahalyā: AH6

(both are Declaring Their Dodge on the oni leader E)
Raksha Aid Another Defense for Onka
 (1d20+3)[ 21 ]  (DC10)

Ahalyā will attempt to  Turn  the evil spirits!
 (1d20+5)[ 7 ] 
Potential Turning Dmg is...
 (2d6+7)[ 16 ] 
 

 
 Spoiler: Statblock 

   Ahalyā   
F CG Vanara Shaman,  Level  6,  Init  2,  HP  49/41,  Speed  30
 AC  17,  Touch  14,  Flat-footed  15,  Fort  9,  Ref  10,  Will  16,  Base Attack Bonus  4
 (weapon finesse in play) Unarmed Strike   +6 (1d6-1, x2)
   MW Sickle   +7 (1d6-1, x2)
 Least Crystal of Adaptation Leather Armor +1  (+3 Armor, +2 Dex, +2 Deflect)
 Abilities  Str 9, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 16, Wis 20, Cha 16
 Condition  Endure Elements (from Least Crystal of Adaptation)
Low-Light Vision
Shield of Faith (6 minutes, +2 defection bonus to AC)
Aid grants the target a +1 morale bonus on attack rolls and saves against fear effects, plus temporary hit points equal to 8hp (6 minutes)
 
Metastachydium
The sudden disappearance of the rider, his own arrows biting into lesser shadows, leaves the bird confused for a heartbeat. Where did it go? But Ahalyā's cry of great power and the sudden blur of moment in a corner of his eyes, against the flames of the torches (of those that stand still and of that which dances wildly with Onka) tells him all he needs to know. A taloned hand reaches for another arrow… Only to stop midway. The risk is too great; he cannot afford shooting wide, now that his own are all clustered together around the horseman. He needs to go himself, then.

The scowl of ire back on his visage, Leylek steps forward, grabbing the horns of the bow, long feathers spreading wide as he leaps forward, into a rapid, downward glide.   STAND, coward!   he screams, shooting on, ready to collide talons first.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Should be able to reach the guy with a CHARGE (because double speed going down):
 (1d20+11)[ 15 ]  for  (1d8+4)[ 6 ]  magical bludgeoning plus  (1d12)[ 3 ]  Flying Kick,
AC's 20 T 14, incl. Dodge against the horse-man
 
Alhallor
The dancer undeniably felt a rush of pride and accomplishment after seeing most of his adversaries fall. It got immediately crushed after the false samurai appeared behind the dancer and slashed him with the power of pure corruption he put through Onka's veins.

He accepted the cold for a brief moment and flowed towards the rider.

With Alhalya praying for the ancestors help and Leylek's screeching the whisper of the dancer towards the horse got swallowed.

  I'm sorry.  

Instead of attacking the rider, Onka focused towards his steed instead. four rapid strikes towards the creatures head would hopefully put it out of his misery.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
I included possible flanking bonuses with Leylek, +1 to hit and damage should the horse have Su's
Attack 1:  (1d20+11)[ 24 ] 
Damage 1:  (1d8+9)[ 11 ] 
Attack 2:  (1d20+11)[ 29 ] 
Damage 2:  (1d8+9)[ 17 ] 
Attack 3:  (1d20+11)[ 22 ] 
Damage 3:  (1d8+9)[ 10 ] 
Attack 4:  (1d20+6)[ 8 ] 
Damage 4:  (1d8+9)[ 10 ] 
Two normal attacks, one with TWF and another with Flurry.
 
Auranghzeb
Leylek talons miss the creature wide to the right, the crane can feel a cold aura of doom mid air creeping through his blood!

As Shimura mows his way through the shadow bakemonos with ease, Ahalya rises her holy symbol and washes the    shadows with divine energy!    she can feel the resistance against her turning, but still, many shadows are destroyed!

The wave of divine energy is enough to distract the rider that takes three of Onkas flurry of blows before reacting. Rider and beast are one single entity, and as onka pummels the horse face, the  rider also shakes. However, the rider shifts its attention to Ahalya, judging the divine surge of energy more threatening than onka's fists. The shadow katana waves in the air and there's a sound like that of a mirror shattering into pieces as a hundred shards of shadow fly towards the Shaman, the Wolf and The Samurai on a swirling cone attack that shreds skin with terrible cold and negative energy!


 
 Spoiler: OoC 
Cone of shattered shadows, DC 13 ref for half damage  (5d6)[ 15 ]  and DC 13 fort or be pushed away 10' and fall prone
 


Then the creature wails and more bakemonos start rearing their heads from the shadows of the moonlight.

The villagers fight bravely againts the shadows and the Du Qoc thunderous axe deals terrible blows to shadow bakemonos!
BelGareth
Shimura winced as the very shadows of the  Rider  was shattered and sent towards him. This foe was indeed, beyond his ken, but he knew, he knew if he would approach it, his ancestors would assist him, this  thing  was not meant to end them, he knew it in his soul.

Sliced up, and bleeding from a dozen cuts, he moved closer, muttering the next few verses.

 "With the clash of steel and the thunder's roar,
I confront this Oni, foul and impure.
By the code I uphold, by Bushido's creed,
In this fateful encounter, I shall succeed.

In the name of my lord, my land, and my kin,
I shall stand against darkness, let the battle begin.
With each strike of the blade, with each step I take,
May the Oni's malevolence quiver and quake.

Oh, ancestors of wisdom, watch over me,
Guide my strikes with precision and set my spirit free.
As we dance in this struggle, my resolve shall not wane,
In your honor, I fight, this Oni's reign to restrain.

Grant me the strength to protect all I hold dear,
And banish this Oni, let its presence disappear.
By the sacred katana and my heart's pure flame,
In your name, I beseech, Oni, be tamed!" 
 
 Spoiler 

move to AJ10
Full attack
  Attack 1  - (1d20+14)[ 16 ] 
  Damage  - (1d10+7)[ 14 ] 
  Attack 2  - (1d20+9)[ 22 ] 
  Damage  - (1d10+7)[ 12 ] 
   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 1
 Level  6  Init  3,  HP  25/61,  Speed  30
 AC  24 (25 vs E)  Touch  17 (18 vs E)   Flat-footed  21 (22 vs E)
 Fort  +8 (+10 vs E)  Ref  +5 (+7 vs E)  Will  +5 (+7 vs E)
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition's  Fortification 25%, DR 1/-, Mantle of flame 2d6 fire on hit
 Special  Law devotion [0/1], Belt of Healing [2/3], Anklets of Translocation [0/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects, Protection from Evil
 speech:   008080 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 1/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  
 Map 
 
Metastachydium
And amidst the mayhem, there stands Leylek, unscathed, yet seemingly powerless to do their foe true harm. But Onka struck true; and that is good. And the Samurai is coming, a true blade against the false one. If all he can do is distract, then so be it.   Yes,  monkurt , keep your face turned!   he screeches, shifting, beak and talon moving in quick succession against the beshadowed form of the rider.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Leylek 5' steps to the left, full-attacks flanking with Onka:
 (1d20+9)[ 26 ]  for  (1d8+4)[ 8 ]  and
 (1d20+9)[ 26 ]  for  (1d8+4)[ 8 ] ,
AC's back to 21 or 22 against the rider with Dodge.
 
Alhallor
The shadowy samurai kept aussaulting them all with they're shadowy fighting technique's and Onka did his best to keep pace with Leylek. The dancer was sure that he weakened the assault of the small shadows enough that the villagers had a good chance and instead focused his attention on the deadly rider.

Knowing know that the horse and the rider were actually one and the same, nonetheless the dancer varied his attacks as best as possible to give they're enemy no way to retaliate.

Onka's movements were taunting and provoking while his fist and feet flew towards the rider and the horse.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Immediate action: Dance of Reckless Bravery as an immediate action for that nice +4 to fear saves for all within 30 feet (should include some villagers too).
And another attack routine.
Attack 1:  (1d20+12)[ 19 ] 
Damage 1:  (1d8+10)[ 14 ] 
Attack 2:  (1d20+12)[ 27 ] 
Damage 2:  (1d8+10)[ 11 ] 
Attack 3:  (1d20+12)[ 15 ] 
Damage 3:  (1d8+10)[ 18 ] 
Attack 4:  (1d20+7)[ 27 ] 
Damage 4:  (1d8+10)[ 18 ]  Flanking and Su bonus already factored in.
 
Cygnia
Despite being affected by the oni's earlier curse, Raksha was easily able to avoid the blast of unholy ice it now blasted at them.  Ahalyā, too, managed to avoid the full strength of the vile chill as she managed to scamper out of the way.  She spat out a quick curse though, feeling the frost burrow its way a little into her fur.  It could have been much, much worse.

At least the ancestors had answered her plea in driving back some of the foul spirits!  But new ones were already manifesting at the oni's eerie wail.  No, this creature had to be slain NOW.

    "O Ancestors, please hear my plea once more!  This oni is an abomination on this world!  It perverts this land and twists nature!  And it threatens to harm the innocents of this village!  May we drive it to oblivion once and for all!"     Ahalyā cried out righteously, drawing upon all her will to overcome this fiend of the Shadowlands.  And Raksha's growl echoed in just anger, attempting to bite the leader.

 
 Spoiler: Actions 

Both Ahalyā and Raksha declare their Dodge on the head oni.
Raksha move to AG9
Raksha bite!
 (1d20+4)[ 14 ]  (buff from Aid &amp; debuff from curse already factored in, add +2 to roll if she gets flanking from Onka)
[roll]1dd6+3[/roll]
Trip attempt, if hit and if allowed
 (1d20+1)[ 6 ]  (if Bite hits, buff from Aid &amp; debuff from curse already factored in, add +2 for flanking from Onka if that counts)

Ahalyā 5ft step to AG5
Casting Ancestral Vengeance
 (1d20+6)[ 25 ]  To overcome spell resistance (does the +2 from Knowledge Devotion work on this?)
 (6d6)[ 20 ]  Dmg if hit, DC 17 Fort for half dmg (does the +2 from Knowledge Devotion work on this?)
 

 
 Spoiler: Statblock 

   Ahalyā   
F CG Vanara Shaman,  Level  6,  Init  2,  HP  41/41,  Speed  30
 AC  17,  Touch  14,  Flat-footed  15,  Fort  7,  Ref  8,  Will  14,  Base Attack Bonus  4
 (weapon finesse in play) Unarmed Strike   +6 (1d6-1, x2)
   MW Sickle   +7 (1d6-1, x2)
 Least Crystal of Adaptation Leather Armor +1  (+3 Armor, +2 Dex, +2 Deflect)
 Abilities  Str 9, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 16, Wis 20, Cha 16
 Condition  Endure Elements (from Least Crystal of Adaptation)
Low-Light Vision
Shield of Faith (6 minutes, +2 defection bonus to AC)
Aid grants the target a +1 morale bonus on attack rolls and saves against fear effects, plus temporary hit points equal to 8hp (6 minutes)
 
Auranghzeb
The brave heroes swarmed around the Oni in a coordinated dance of battle murmuring incantations and poems to inspire each other to greater deeds:
Leading the attack was Shimura, the dragon samurai, whose deadly katana met air on its first strike and then clanked against the cold shadowy steel of the Oni, parrying his attack with a masterful riposte.

Then it was Leylek, whose beak and legs hit true through the creature attempts at parrying them, both of the crane swift attacks hitting the same spot twice, like the improbable lightning.
Then it was Onka, the brave dancer, redeeming himself in the eyes of men and spirits, his flurry of unarmed attacks a beauty to behold, each magic infused fist aiming at the double body of the rider, each a thunder that would have fell lesser foes. The Oni blocked the first of the attacks, but the others went through its defenses, one of them barely grazing the oni, but two others sending ripples through the shadowy figure.

 
 Spoiler: OoC 
Martial knowledge DC 20 to identify the maneuver
 


Rakhsa's jaws closed on empty air.

Stepping out of the Oni's reach, Ahalya summoned the rage of her ancestors, fulminating the creature with pure divine energy!


Yet, despite the effective tactics, the Oni still stood. It swung its demonic katana on a wide sweep, bending and twisting its unnatural body to hit everyone around. The weapon hit Onka first and then sliced the commoner right behind him in two, the blade grazed Ahalya's fur, but she was harmlessly out of reach, then it hit Shimura as cold shivering ice, a sharp pain moving though the Samurai, then the devilish arc hit Rakhsa and Leylek.

 
 Spoiler: OoC 
Everyone -except Ahalya- takes 19 damage, half cold, half negative energy
 


As the katana went full circle, the creature melted into the shadows of the moonlight, completely disappearing from sight.

 
 Spoiler: OoC 
Roll perception checks DC 27
 


The Bakemonos moved towards Leylek an hit the crane twice with their cold claws.

 
 Spoiler: OoC 
Leylek takes 13 cold damage
 


Near the houses, the Du-Qoc finished off two bakemonos and moved to aid Leylek.

The villagers bravely continued the defensive stance near the pier.
Alhallor
Onka's attacks hit true more than they missed, which gave him a rush of confidence and with Alhalya's help surely they're enemy would fall down?

Instead he got hit by darkness and ice, clawing they're way into his very soul, the darkness wanted to take over, but he couldn't! They're adversary was retreating but it's small incarnations were still attacking them furiously. He rushed past them and with the strength of desperation he lay'd unto the two bakemonos, rapidly striking them with fist and legs to get them away from trusty Leylek.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
I know I should probably heal myself but I still have this round of deadly beauty remaining and it would be a shame to let it go to waste wouldn't it?
Don't provoke AoO's because I'm too tumbly for that.

Perception:  (1d20+9)[ 27 ] 
Attack 1:  (1d20+11)[ 21 ]  against AE 10, flanking
Damage 1:  (1d8+9)[ 13 ] 
Attack 1:  (1d20+9)[ 20 ]  against AE 11
Damage 1:  (1d8+9)[ 12 ] 
Attack 1:  (1d20+11)[ 23 ]  against AE 10, flanking
Damage 1:  (1d8+9)[ 17 ] 
Attack 1:  (1d20+4)[ 21 ]  against AE 11
Damage 1:  (1d8+9)[ 16 ] 

+1 to hit and damage if they have Su's.
 


If the lesser shadows are banished, Onka, shivering, bleeding and weak looks over to Leylek and asks.

 You're good? 
Auranghzeb
Onka rushes into helping Leylek, evaporating the Bakemono with ease. Even with the adrenaline he senses the greater foe around... so does Ahalya, whose spirit sense alerts her: the creature is around in several places at once, but not far away... In the fury of battle, Onka glimpses it, but it can't be! Or can it?

 
 Spoiler: OoC ONLY FOR ONKA 


The Oni is  hiding in plain sight : it is hidden in Leylek's shadow and in Shimura's shadow.
 
BelGareth
The cold cu through Shimura like a hot knife through lard, he felt his soul be chilled by the monstrous Oni's attack, grimacing in unnatural pain, he limped over to try and heal up Onka, who looked worse than he.

He hoped that the rider would not reappear, but he had no way to know where or when. He would just have to be patient. z

He could be patient.

 
 Spoiler 

(note: i spaced on the mass aid, so I just added that to my HP's)
5ft step to AG7
Heal Onka:
  heal  - (2d8)[ 12 ] 
   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 1
 Level  6  Init  3,  HP  14/61,  Speed  30
 AC  24 (25 vs E)  Touch  17 (18 vs E)   Flat-footed  21 (22 vs E)
 Fort  +8 (+10 vs E)  Ref  +5 (+7 vs E)  Will  +5 (+7 vs E)
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition's  Fortification 25%, DR 1/-, Mantle of flame 2d6 fire on hit
 Special  Law devotion [0/1], Belt of Healing [1/3], Anklets of Translocation [0/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects, Protection from Evil
 speech:   008080 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 1/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  
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Metastachydium
The hard horn of Leylek's beak clacks and grinds as he endures the blows. If only he achieved something, doing so! But alas, that scything blade went all around; he only kept the little shadow-beasts busy, for a moment. Still, maybe he could now…


 
 Originally Posted by Alhallor 
  You're good?  
 

The shadows disperse, banished by the dancer.   Not as good as you are.   the bird nods, in appreciation. Onka has skill, and quite the valour, to move and strike like that, wounded as he is. Even the frown loosens up a little.   Where did it go?  
 
 Spoiler: OOC 

I think I'll delay, in case Onka or our Shaman wishes to elaborate on the subject.
 
Cygnia
    Where is their master now...?      Ahalyā's gaze frantically darted around the village green.  That had been a vicious assault the shadowsouled warrior inflicted upon her allies.  It was only by the grace of her ancestors that Ahalyā had managed to avoid it.

    "Raksha?"    
    "I--I am good for now, mistress..."     Raksha whined in pain, trying desperately to sniff the air where the enemy had gone.

    I still can sense it -- has it gone invisible or back underground?  Or maybe even to the plane ethereal?      The shaman gritted her teeth.  The smaller  bakemono  were still a threat to the villagers in the meantime.

     "Hear me, ancestors! Help continue to drive these vile spirits back to the void -- may they torment this land no more!"      Once more Ahalyā called upon the ancestors to turn away the unholy spirits!

 
 Spoiler: Actions 

Both wolf and shaman declare dodge on head baddie!

Raksha attempts Aid Another to Ahalyā's AC (DC10)
 (1d20+3)[ 21 ] 
Ahalyā attempts to Turn the remaining evil spirits!
 (1d20+7)[ 13 ] 
Potential Turning Dmg is...
 (2d6+7)[ 12 ] 
 

 
 Spoiler: Statblock 

   Ahalyā   
F CG Vanara Shaman,  Level  6,  Init  2,  HP  41/41,  Speed  30
 AC  17,  Touch  14,  Flat-footed  15,  Fort  7,  Ref  8,  Will  14,  Base Attack Bonus  4
 (weapon finesse in play) Unarmed Strike   +6 (1d6-1, x2)
   MW Sickle   +7 (1d6-1, x2)
 Least Crystal of Adaptation Leather Armor +1  (+3 Armor, +2 Dex, +2 Deflect)
 Abilities  Str 9, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 16, Wis 20, Cha 16
 Condition  Endure Elements (from Least Crystal of Adaptation)
Low-Light Vision
Shield of Faith (6 minutes, +2 defection bonus to AC)
Aid grants the target a +1 morale bonus on attack rolls and saves against fear effects, plus temporary hit points equal to 8hp (6 minutes)
 
Auranghzeb
Another round of divine energy washes away half a dozen of the emerging Bakemono! Behind you, the villagers organize a push and wedge an opening with torches and the improvised measures you all planned before the attack. Hope.


It last only a moment! Onka tries to tell where the creature is gone, but soon is clear, under the brilliant light of the moon, Leylek's and Shimura's 'shadows move as possessed by demons one towards Ahalya, and one towards the nearest house. The shadow at the house climbs the wall and casts an elongated shadow from the rooftop as the Oni materializes as a samurai holding a longbow right where Leylek had been before; there's no horse anymore. The other appears next to Ahalya as a Samurai wielding a Wakizashi and a Katana and attacks the shaman once with each weapon. The Katana cuts the shaman through her defenses with a cold profane energy, but Ahalya manages to barely duck the wakizashi.

 
 Spoiler: OoC 
take 17 damage, half cold half negative energy
 


The archer in the rooftop lets two arrows go, one at leylek and one at the Du-Qoc

The Du Qoc sneers as the arrow hits his only shoulder from behind.

Leylek is hit by an arrow of pure evil cold and he feels how the arrow drains his life force healing the shadows.

 
 Spoiler: OoC 
Leylek takes 9 cold damage
 


On the flank, groups of Bakemono band together to drive the people back!
Metastachydium
Leylek's hand moves with practiced swiftness to intercept the arrow; but it is a mere shadow. It sails straight past. The empty hand drops down onto his belt as he lowers his head with cold disdain.   Protect Mistress Ahalyā!   the Crane screeches.   I'll  see  about the other one.  

The bird sprints forward, stowing his bow, and leaps into the air, beak and talon at the ready.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Half-action healing with the belt:  (2d8)[ 11 ] ,
Move action move as close to the wall as possible, stowing the bow,
Move action fly up,
full-attack:  (1d20+8)[ 26 ]  for  (1d8+4)[ 10 ]  and
 (1d20+8)[ 23 ]  for  (1d8+4)[ 11 ]  magical bludgeoning,
Dodging against the Fake Archer for AC 22
 
Alhallor
Onka's relieved when the crane warrior seems to be alright, but then he sees... No, it can't be! When Shimura comes close to him, he shirks away from him, at least the healing he provides restores some of the vitality of the dancer.

Right when he wants to warn his companions the shadowy samurai bursts forth and wreaks havoc, including cutting Alhalya who took care of most of the small shadows as of now.

The dancer moves to fight with her, kicking at the shadowy samurai's legs, hacking at both his arms with quick and hard chops and finally rams his head against the samurais neck.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Moving towards AI7 to flank with Alhalya.
No AoO's (take that, shadow samurai!)
Attack 1:  (1d20+12)[ 17 ] 
Damage 1:  (1d8+6)[ 9 ] 
Attack 2:  (1d20+12)[ 26 ] 
Damage 2:  (1d8+6)[ 9 ] 
Attack 3:  (1d20+12)[ 16 ] 
Damage 3:  (1d8+6)[ 13 ] 
Attack 4:  (1d20+7)[ 25 ] 
Damage 4:  (1d8+6)[ 8 ] 
Deadly Beauty.exe has stopped working.
 
Auranghzeb
Leylek took flight to fight the enemy on the rooftop, unleashing a deadly talon at the Oni that  cracks the Oni's mask! Onka and Ahalya see the mask of their adjacent enemy also cracking just as Leylek's talons strike; then onka's flurry of strikes lands two blows into the Oni's face and rips the demonic shadow mask off its face, the mask shatters into shards of shadow and for an instant     Onka and Ahalya  glance into the Void beyond the mask    and an unerring cold fear tries to grasp them. The Oni has no face, only the deep bleak shadow of hate and war.

At the same tiem, across the battlefield, Leylek sees how the mask of the other Oni also shatters and experience the same feeling of hopelessness than Onka and Ahalya: a cold claw clutching his heart to a stop.

For Shimura and Raksha it is instantaneous, but for Ahalys, Onka, and Leylek it seems an eternity of pain filling your heads with visions of ravaged land where the shadows bite the roots of dead trees and the smoke rises from incinerated carcasses in endless battlefields.

 
 Spoiler: OoC 
Ahalya, Leylek, and Onka: Roll Will DC 18.
 



Then both Oni -only truly One in two divided- burst in a swirl of shadows that pushes Onka, Ahalya and Leylek out of their nightmare!

The whirlwind swats everyone 60' around with a gust of force and then sinks into the land taking the remaining Bakemono with them.

 
 Spoiler: OoC 
Fort DC 16 or fall prone
 



In the night sky, the full moon it's on its third day and its light casts long shadows, but these seem natural. Ahalya's senses only feel the Du Qoc.

  The villagers shout in victory!  
Cygnia
    "...merciful ancestors...!"     gasped Ahalyā as the sheer rage of the dying (     ?!     ) oni engulfed her.  As if it was trying to claw her back down to the unforgiving Void with it.  She tried to turn her gaze away, to squeeze her eyes shut from the horrors it wanted to drown her under.

And, somehow, somewhere, Ahalyā heard the concerned growls of Raksha under all the screaming winds.  She focused on her loyal companion, pushing out the darkness and enduring the hate...

...

...

...and it was over.

Ahalyā slowly dropped to her knees, panting in relief.      "O blessed spirits and ancestors, thank you for your guidance and strength this night.  Thank you for coming to the protection of these villagers and defeating this evil. May we prove worthy of such aid..."     In full supplication, she bowed her head, letting it lay upon the grass.

Raksha limped over to lick and nuzzle the vanara's ear.
Alhallor
Onka, after laying the hurt on the oni, looked under the mask.

 
 Spoiler: Will save 
 (1d20+4)[ 7 ] 
 


He was shaken. How could it be? All that hatred, all that darkness, somehow coalesced into one harrowing creature. It was worse than the horses, worse than the first attack, it was almost as all hope got sucked out of him, when he saw that this... This thing could even exist.

The shockwave threw him down and the dancer kept laying down for a while. But when the cheering began he raised a fist, scrambled back to his feet and joined the villagers in cheering. At least there was a victory in this night.
BelGareth
In a blink of an eye, it was all over.

Shimura blinked, as if surprised what had happened, after the momentary heartbeat of confusion, he begins to smile even as the vortex pushes them all around like a child's plaything, he manages to stay standing, gritting his teeth and presenting his blade to the wind, as if he were cutting it apart.

Looking around he see's everyone is alive, and drops to his knees to offer thanks to his ancestors, presenting his honored blade on both palms facing up at chest height.

 With the Oni vanquished, the village saved from strife,
I offer my thanks for protecting their life.
To the spirits and kami, to ancestors above,
I humbly give thanks for their guidance and love.

May this land find its peace, may tranquility reign,
As we've banished the darkness and shattered the chain.
In the name of honor, in Bushido's embrace,
We stand as defenders, with courage and grace.

To the villagers' safety, to this land we hold dear,
May it flourish once more, void of doubt and of fear.
With this victory earned, in your honor we stand,
As samurai, protectors, of our noble homeland.

In unity and strength, let our spirits unite,
With the code of the warrior, in honor's pure light.
With this prayer, we conclude, our hearts full of pride,
In the land we protect, side by side, we'll abide. 
 
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   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 1
 Level  6  Init  3,  HP  14/61,  Speed  30
 AC  24 (25 vs E)  Touch  17 (18 vs E)   Flat-footed  21 (22 vs E)
 Fort  +8 (+10 vs E)  Ref  +5 (+7 vs E)  Will  +5 (+7 vs E)
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition's  Fortification 25%, DR 1/-, Mantle of flame 2d6 fire on hit
 Special  Law devotion [0/1], Belt of Healing [1/3], Anklets of Translocation [0/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects, Protection from Evil
 speech:   008080 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 1/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  
 Map 
 
Auranghzeb
The Du-Qoc walks towards the bunch of you as the villagers' celebration turns into a grim recount of the dead and injured --It flares its nostril and rises its thundering axe as it listens to your prayers and poetic words.

  This is not a victory, the shadows are still crawling under the land, corroding and poisoning the roots. War will come. The sisters know how long you have   

The spirit looks defeated, almost melancholic.

  the waves will soon salt the soil  

It then lays its axe on the ground and rips its amulet placing it next to the axe.

  Take my weapon as a gift, and the amulet as a token for the sisters.  

Then it sinks into the ground and disappears.


 
 Spoiler: OoC 
+1 Ghost touch Du-Qoc battle-axe 1/encounter use an immediate action to retaliate an attack (Melee or ranged) with 2d6 electric damage.

Amulet: a simple trinket made of cherrywood.
 
Metastachydium
Leylek lands with surprising grace, given the sudden burst of shadows, both visible and invisible, within and without. He turns, very slowly, his face blank, free of anger, even. He slowly bows to the half-man.   Fateful times.   he says. The rest, it is beyond him. The Shaman and Shimura-sama will know. And they all live, at least. All else is a thing of tomorrow.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Will:  (1d20+6)[ 17 ]  (if it's SUDDEN DEATH on a failure, I'm so using that Delay Bad Stuff boon now)
 
Alhallor
Onka while still hurt and bleeding helps the villagers as best as he can to take care of the dead, it's almost like he sees people he knew in the grief-struck faces he encounters.

He does hear the message of they're mighty ally who he helped to bring to they're side.

When he has done as much as he is able too with his limited abilities he joins the others.

 Do any of you know anything about these sisters? I don't think they are revered where I come from.  He sighs heavily.

 Can we even afford to rest? The message of our ally seemed pretty dire. Do we even know where we should go from here? 
Auranghzeb
The brave old woman who helped you before comes forward again amidst the gloomy scene.

 The sisters are witches. They live in a rocky island a few miles to the north east. I can ask my youngest son to take you there when the fishing ships come back. They should arrive in the morning... those are the only ships the monsters didn't destroy because they were away yesterday. But the sisters eat the flesh of men and wear their skin. Why would you go there? 

The rest of the villagers improvise stretchers and take their wounded and their dead to their houses. A Phyrric victory this was. Your blood still curled by the grasp of icy death, you wonder what the Spirits have to say.

One of the noble-men comes toward you and kneels showing humble respect:

 Please, o sirs, please, honor my house with your presence and spend the night there. Those we lost wouldn't rest in peace if you hadn't saved the village. We are in your debt, forever. 
Cygnia
   "The cryptic words of the  doc cu'o'c  bid us to go there next on this quest, elder.  It would be unwise to ignore them..."    Heart sunk, Ahalyā still pulled herself up to her feet to take up the amulet left behind in the spirit's wake.     "Land corrupted first, a warning of water being tainted to follow...no, if these sisters have advice on how to turn back this evil, they must be consulted."   

She bowed her head to the noble's offer.

   "And your village honored us in return by aiding us in its defense.  We shall do so while waiting for the boats to return."    Ahalyā looked over to Onka.     "It would be unwise to travel this night.  Let us regain our strength at least."    
Metastachydium
Leylek moves slowly but deliberately closer to the others and lifts the axe, examining its make, its edge… It is a fine weapon. Perhaps the old longing for home, that which made him procure and keep a curved blade, hardly drawn, was foolish. Perhaps…

But the words he hears leave little room for idle thought.   Let us not be hasty, through waiting, as it be.   he says, his scowl more somber than angered now.   That is one will we may hardly ignore. But there is another.   the old woman and the nobles receive a curious side glance.   Spirits never spoke to me before; still, we have speakers of our own, across the water and I know that when we are spoken to, we must listen. I know little of these things, never the less. Can we clean the lands, when their very own cannot?   he looks at the axe, contemplating the heavy blade for a moment. It is the offer of a bargain, no doubt.   And we came here with a purpose already set. Back when it began, we fought men. And we chased men. I followed the hooves of their horses. I have seen their camp. The Oni didn't have the scriptures; so the thieves must still carry those. We were sent to retrieve them, and if the Regent and the Prince believes we may achieve that, I will trust their judgement. Where are the thieves now? Where did they go? And how, by land or by the sea?   he frowns, his gaze sweeping around, taking count of face after face.   And whose bidding should we follow first? That is not mine to decide. Shimura- sama , please speak your mind.  
BelGareth
Shimura frowns at several words being bandied back and forth and he stood up in one single motion from sitting. His blades were somehow already sheathed and he stood still with his arms leaning on his daisho at his waist. He had not even heard of the  Sisters  mentioned by the strange half man-Oni, and had to assume the others were talking about something legitimate, having caught up he nods   "Indeed, if the Duo....Honored Oni wants us to visit these Sisters, then....logic dictates we should."   he turns to Leylek with a warm smile   "I do not think it coincidence that we are in this place, searching for the thieves who took the  Scriptures  who came this way, and fighting this..."   he gestures to the village   "they are most definitely connected, fate smiles upon us this day, we should rest and prepare for our trip tomorrow"   he finishes bowing to the woman who offered her son.

 
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last use of belt on himself   heal  - (2d8)[ 13 ] 
   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 2
 Level  7  Init  3,  HP  41/61,  Speed  30
 AC  21  Touch  14   Flat-footed  18
 Fort  +9  Ref  +5  Will  +6
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition's  Fortification 25%, DR 1/-, Mantle of flame 2d6 fire on hit, Essentia 3
 Special  Law devotion [0/1], Belt of Healing [0/3], Anklets of Translocation [0/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects, Blade Guide, Eternal Training [1/1]
 speech:   008080 

Mirumoto Niten, Ancestor (Blade Guide)
Least Soulspark, Tiny Outsider (Lawful, Incarnum, Native)
 Hit Dice  2d8  Init  5,  HP  16/16,  Speed  20 ft., fly 30 ft. (perfect)
 AC  15  Touch  13  Flat-footed  14
 Fort  +5  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Stats  Str 10, Dex 13, Con 15, Int 6, Wis 13, Cha 13
 Condition's  Amorphous (immune to crits/sneak attack), DR 1/chaotic, Evasion
 Special 
 -Attack Bonus:  0/2; +1 bonus to-hit&amp;damage / Essentia
 -Deflection Bonus:  1/2; +1 deflection to AC / Essentia
 -Healing:  0/2; Fast healing 1 / Essentia
 -Saving Throw:  0/2; +1 resistance bonus / Essentia
 Attack:  Soul blast +5 ranged touch (1d4+1)
 Skills:  Diplomacy +3, Hide +14, Knowledge (history) +3, Listen +6, Move Silently +6, Sense Motive +6, Spot +6
 speech:   40E0D0 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 1/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  Soulspark Familiar 
 Blade guide Familiar 
 multiple options 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  
 Map 
 
Auranghzeb
As you talk about the scripture thieves, the face of the noble man inviting you to their house becomes conspicuous.

He murmurs...

  Come with me sirs.  

Once inside his house, the man leaves you alone for a moment and orders his servants to bring you some tea and dry fish.

He comes back with a chest wrapped in silk and places it at your feet


 I didn't know, I couldn't know. They came about ten days ago, the Crab Samurai that you fought. They arrived on a ship and unloaded material. Another man was with them, a merchant, and about two dozen men who left soon after. I made the Samurai my hosts, they acted politely and offered me and my wife gold and presents. Then, two nights ago, three riders came by and sailed away on the ship. That very night the Samurai revealed their nature and as the moon rose, the Shadow that you just fought attacked us and burnt the boats still ashore.   
Alhallor
Onka adresses the old women.

 Thank you, I fear we will need the help of you're son as soon as possible.  With one final look towards the villagers who take care of they're wounded and dead, he takes one hand of the old women in two of his and bows his head deeply.  I'm sorry we couldn't save more  obaasan.  If there is anything I can still do for you, just ask. 

The dancer couldn't add anything to the discussion but then followed when the noble wanted them at his house.

He didn't wait to drink the tea and eat the fish, because Onka was both very hungry and thirsty. Even when the food seemed to turn into ash because of the words he heard, he continued eating, because he knew he needed strength for the coming days.

 You did what you're raised to do. Though if you could tell us, anything, about the riders, that would definitely help us. 

Onka looked at the chest with some reinvigorated curiosity, but it was not his place to ask about. He was already impolite enough.
Cygnia
Ignoring her own injuries for now  andthestinkeyefromthealsowoundedRaksha , Ahalyā converted what spells she could to try to heal her companions.

 
 Spoiler: From Discord 

13 for Onka
8 for Shimura
4 for Leylek
 


Come the dawn, her magic and her belt would be renewed.  With that, she could hopefully heal everyone even further.

In the meantime, she waited with baited breath to hear what the noble had to reveal about their quarry and the missing scrolls.  All the while, she mentally made notes to remind herself to tell the villagers what signs of corruption to look out for in the forest surrounding them after her party left.  If the villagers could begin to cut down and uproot the tainted trees the  bajang   liked to dwell in (and, of course, replant with uncorrupted saplings and seeds), perhaps the more-benevolent  kami  would return and help guide them.

    ...and honor those that fell this night.  They should not be forgotten and be put to rest safely...    
Metastachydium
  Gifts?   Leylek murmurs, not really expecting much of a response, with eyes narrowed and flashed at the Shaman for a brief moment. Anything that came from  these  might be a cause for concern; she should, perhaps take a look. But that is up to the Vanara: the Crane won't meddle into the affairs of the spirits.   Indeed.   he then appends to Onla's words once both men fell silent.   About the riders – and what you saw of their journey. Things stand as we feared: they took the sea route. I cannot track them across the water. But if you would tell us which way they sailed, at what speed, with how large a ship… Mayhaps we would know more of where they might be headed.  
BelGareth
Shimura follows the others to the nobles house, he eyes the chest wrapped in silk with a raised eyebrow, but otherwise does not comment on it.

 "It seems we have found where they berthed before heading to the temple to steal the scriptures, this other man may be important to us. But as Master Leylek points out, tracking over the ocean is hard, we will need additional information, perhaps these 3 sisters can provide such things."  he turns to the noble and bows  "Thank you for this information and for your hospitality, it is greatly welcomed" 
 
 Spoiler 

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 2
 Level  7  Init  3,  HP  41/61,  Speed  30
 AC  21  Touch  14   Flat-footed  18
 Fort  +9  Ref  +5  Will  +6
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition's  Fortification 25%, DR 1/-, Mantle of flame 2d6 fire on hit, Essentia 3
 Special  Law devotion [0/1], Belt of Healing [0/3], Anklets of Translocation [0/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects, Blade Guide, Eternal Training [1/1]
 speech:   008080 

Mirumoto Niten, Ancestor (Blade Guide)
Least Soulspark, Tiny Outsider (Lawful, Incarnum, Native)
 Hit Dice  2d8  Init  5,  HP  16/16,  Speed  20 ft., fly 30 ft. (perfect)
 AC  15  Touch  13  Flat-footed  14
 Fort  +5  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Stats  Str 10, Dex 13, Con 15, Int 6, Wis 13, Cha 13
 Condition's  Amorphous (immune to crits/sneak attack), DR 1/chaotic, Evasion
 Special 
 -Attack Bonus:  0/2; +1 bonus to-hit&amp;damage / Essentia
 -Deflection Bonus:  1/2; +1 deflection to AC / Essentia
 -Healing:  0/2; Fast healing 1 / Essentia
 -Saving Throw:  0/2; +1 resistance bonus / Essentia
 Attack:  Soul blast +5 ranged touch (1d4+1)
 Skills:  Diplomacy +3, Hide +14, Knowledge (history) +3, Listen +6, Move Silently +6, Sense Motive +6, Spot +6
 speech:   40E0D0 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 1/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  Soulspark Familiar 
 Blade guide Familiar 
 multiple options 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  
 Map 
 
Auranghzeb
The nobleman once more bows profoundly in respect and contrition.

  They came in a large ship one of those four sail junks that catch the wind easily. Where did they go I ignore, but their banners where those of the crab. They might have sailed to the North East around the cape of Frozen Islands, that would take them to the open seas from where they could sail to the crab lands without having to touch imperial ports.

The sisters... they are withches that live in an island to the North part of the Seabird archipielago, our boats avoid approaching the Island, they eat men! Or so it is said, I don't know of anyone who has gone there   
Alhallor
Onka was thankful for Alhalya's healing powers. It would probably take him several days to get back to his usual abilities without her.

The dancer listened attentively towards the words of the noble. He realized that he has been missing several ongoings while being secluded to his village and then being on the run.

 I don't suppose the fishing boats could catch up with this four-sailer? 

Suddenly the exhaustion catches up with Onka and he blinks heavily several times, shaking his head to clear his thoughts and suppresses a hearty jawn.

 I'm sorry we have been riding all day and then all what happened...  Onka moves his hands for emphasis.

 I'm taking you're up on you're offer to sleep here if that's alright? 
Cygnia
   "If I may ask--"    The shaman gestured towards the chests as the curiosity gnawed at her.     "--may we see what these Crab gave you?  These gifts may not be safe to keep, given the evil that their bringers have already performed this night."   

And that was a valid fear.  That, after all the effort and lives lost in battle, once Ahalyā and the others left the following morning, whatever "gifts" their quarry gave the nobles might bring more corruption and taint to this poor village, undoing what little they have managed to stave back!
Metastachydium
The Shaman gets a grave, quick nod, but not one more idle word is spoken on the matter.   You haven't seen much of the sea before?   Leylek asks Onka instead, almost gently.   But no matter.   he waves the thought away immediately, with hardly a frown.   The answer is a no, barring…   the Crane looks up at the ceiling for a moment. He can almost hear it now.   …strange winds. A miracle.   The wind of the  kami  as the island folk call it.   Such large ships take good ports to service, never the less.   the noble earns a pointed look of recognition himself. His inferences confirm well with the bird's own. Not that this matters much either. Seeing about the "gifts" is almost certainly more urgent; and their noble leader chose a different course to follow first. There is a day for all things; and the day for great ships on fire and torn banners of the faithless sinking into the brine was not yet come.
BelGareth
Shimura frowns at the forthrightness of Ahalyā, he had thought their decorum lessons were working, but  apparently  they needed some work.

He merely scowls as the others talk, hoping the noble will not be insulted by the errant question from the Shaman.

 
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   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 2
 Level  7  Init  3,  HP  41/61,  Speed  30
 AC  21  Touch  14   Flat-footed  18
 Fort  +9  Ref  +5  Will  +6
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition's  Fortification 25%, DR 1/-, Mantle of flame 2d6 fire on hit, Essentia 3
 Special  Law devotion [0/1], Belt of Healing [0/3], Anklets of Translocation [0/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects, Blade Guide, Eternal Training [1/1]
 speech:   008080 

Mirumoto Niten, Ancestor (Blade Guide)
Least Soulspark, Tiny Outsider (Lawful, Incarnum, Native)
 Hit Dice  2d8  Init  5,  HP  16/16,  Speed  20 ft., fly 30 ft. (perfect)
 AC  15  Touch  13  Flat-footed  14
 Fort  +5  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Stats  Str 10, Dex 13, Con 15, Int 6, Wis 13, Cha 13
 Condition's  Amorphous (immune to crits/sneak attack), DR 1/chaotic, Evasion
 Special 
 -Attack Bonus:  0/2; +1 bonus to-hit&amp;damage / Essentia
 -Deflection Bonus:  1/2; +1 deflection to AC / Essentia
 -Healing:  0/2; Fast healing 1 / Essentia
 -Saving Throw:  0/2; +1 resistance bonus / Essentia
 Attack:  Soul blast +5 ranged touch (1d4+1)
 Skills:  Diplomacy +3, Hide +14, Knowledge (history) +3, Listen +6, Move Silently +6, Sense Motive +6, Spot +6
 speech:   40E0D0 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 1/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  Soulspark Familiar 
 Blade guide Familiar 
 multiple options 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  
 Map 
 
Alhallor
Onka shakes his head regarding Leylek's question.  I did try to avoid coasts and harbors. I know of lakes and streams that rest or play in the mountains, I was never at sea. 

When Alhalya mentioned that the gifts may come from the crab Onka's drowsiness vaporated, his whole body tensed up and the delicate tableware they were using are hold in a different, more sinister way by the dancer, while his eyes wander from the noble to the chest.
Auranghzeb
  Our fishing boats are not fast enough to catch up with a junk that size.   

Shimura and Leylek know that if there was a way of confirming the ship direction, it could be faster to sail northeast a little while and then rush across the country to the other coast.

 
 Spoiler: OoC: Large image 
 
 


He then looks at Onka.

 Dancer San, my house it is at your disposition, rest. We'll take care of everything else 

Then he looks at Ahalya and bows, The man starts unwrapping the small chest, it looks heavy in his hands.

  You must understand Shimura Sensei, we accept the gold because we thought they were honorable samurai...  

The chest looks made of brass and engraved with demonic figures. The man opens the lid with the chest facing towards you. But where the man saw gold, you only see bones, fingers and phalanxes bones white clean.

The man follows your look down to the chest and drops it, startled, the bones spread on the ground.


 
 Spoiler: OoC Detect magi and such. 
The chest emanates magic, Illusion and Necromancy.  
 Spoiler: OoC identify 
Chest of the deceiver (CL 10) Activation: Standard. 1/day you can activate the chest to generate a major image effect inside the chest, any object inside the chest looks and feels real, once activated the effect lasts 8 hours. Tainted Magic: Increase the DC for disbelief by 5 by placing human bones inside the chest, this also adds a weight illusion to the normal effects of Major Image. If used this way, the user must succeed a Will Save equal to the modified Disbelief DC or gain 1 point of taint.
 


This beautiful Silk scarf is decorated with classical images of courtship and lovers in intimate conversation, it emanates Necromancy and Transmutation:  
 Spoiler: Identify 
Lovers' embrace: (Cursed silk scarf of the Penangolan CL 12): Penangolan use this scarfs on young women and men who they enthrall with their domination effect that makes them easier to control. The scarf places a curse as in bestow curse, no save, -4 penalty on attack rolls, saves, ability checks, and skill checks. It has to be given as a present, and it bounds the giver and the receiver. If anyone else other than the giver tries to remove the scarf, the scarf chokes the wearer as a rope of entanglement. An entangled creature can break free with a DC 20 Strength check or a DC 20 Escape Artist check.
 

 



*******
Regardless of your actions, when you finally fall asleep, the magic lingering in this place invades your rest.

The Dreams:

 
 Spoiler: Shimura 
A surreal scene of the stronghold where you grew up takes you back a decade. There you are, before sunrise, training with other young samurai, practicing the clan secret techniques. The voices of your mentors repeating the Dragon's creed, their eternal words of wisdom: there's an entity moving between the young samurai, proudly watching over them. Suddenly: it looks at your eyes and into your soul:  
 What comes is what has been
the wounds are old as the world itself
Honor will not be served, for the sacrifice is great
The warriors of old are the fate of the morning 
When you wake up next morning, you can feel the presence of your ancestors, almost material.
 

 
 Spoiler: Leylek 
The thunder rolls in the vast steppe calling forth the rains that may the grass grow and the animals thrive. The thunder rolls and masks the sound of an horde, galloping free and wild in the immensity of a world once was yours. But as you fly to join the proud, you see their mounts! The horde is riding Onikages, demonic horses, and they are no longer human but shadows. Lighting illuminates the sky and sets the prairie on fire the riders come as a tornado and surround you, you forget everything and become a frenzied whirlwind. This is not your past, it is the future. You feel it in your hollow bones.

You wake up rattled and agitated. but somehow feeling stronger and more resolved.
 

 
 Spoiler: Onka 
In your dream you are a flowing river, a Kami of water sprung in the mountains. You feel the trout dancing against your currents, and the mills feeding on your stream. Dance is the only natural movement, the portal to the original form of things and beings. Dance is how snow thaws and filters into the springs, it is how Kami greet the land and touch the heavens. You dream the movement of the Kami, the steady current behind the illusion of individuality: you have ran so far atoning for crimes that only men measure that you forgot Kami don't dwell on individual losses. Not when shadows rot the land.

You sleep placidly, so much, the others have to wake you!
 

 
 Spoiler: Ahalya 
The night swirls around you, the ceiling becomes transparent and your mystical eye elevates toward the dark sky. It is the moon, full and bright, that traces shadows. From above you see it: the complexity of lines and the intensity of shades is possible under the brilliant moon. It reveals what's hidden in the night. Yours is not a dream, is a premonition, the spirits reach to you and map out a timeline. It is the moon, there's not much time left before its light draws the world in solid shadows.
 
BelGareth
Shimura's eyes went wide as the noble opened the chest and he hissed as the bones were scattered on the floor with the soft click clack of bone on wood, he instinctively steps back, readying his blade for any possible threat. Seeing none and feeling a little on edge, he furrowed his brow and stood up straight, slowly and methodically composing himself.

  "There is no judgement here, but I think we should take these as evidence of their subterfuge, and maybe my companions can see what exactly these things are."   He smiles kindly to the noble, somewhat disarmingly so, but also a subtle hint of a fatherly look, as if he was teaching the man.   "I shall donate to the Shrine in the grove, as you should also, the Kami here should do well to be reminded of our obeisance."   he nods, as if the matter was done.

And with that, he heads outside among the wreckage of the village to do just that, he finds the shrine, and kneel down with reverence, the Kami here...were, well, he did not know, his friends were surely in tune with them, and he would heed their advice, but now, he would heed his ancestors teachings, pleasing he Kami's was their honor and it was not to be shirked, such things caused....well. He looked around   This   he thinks to himself.

Once done, he stands and moves into the Nobles house to rest for the night, making sure they had a watch at the minimum, and standing his post wherever it lay, the others had more duties, so he could take an extra watch to cover them.

His sleep was not restful, waking in what seemed a  vision  he realized he was back in his Fortress monastery, the snowly slopes shining brilliantly in the morning sunrise, they were already out practicing the secret kata's of his clan, he recalled the agony of repeating the same move over, and over again, his masters correcting his form and forcing him to practice. It was as such things were, practice, pain, and consistency grew skill, such things were the way they were, and then suddenly, a  force  was staring at him from the dream, as if he were real, and not an ethereal watched of times past.
 
What comes is what has been
the wounds are old as the world itself
Honor will not be served, for the sacrifice is great
The warriors of old are the fate of the morning 

The image swirled and he saw his ancestor, Mirumoto Niten!

He awoke with a sudden startle, it was just a dream.....  "No, it was not"   Mirumoto Niten replied in kind, Shimura looked over wide eyed, mouth agape   "Do not stare, it is unbecoming...and you look like a goldfish, close your mouth."   he said slowly fading away until all that remained was a small ball of light...energy which flew around him like a small insect.

Shimura stood, mouth opening a few times but nothing he thought of was enough, he turned to the others with wide eyes....he pinched his nose  "I had the strangest....not-dream?"  he says to the others.

 
 Spoiler 

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 2
 Level  7  Init  3,  HP  41/61,  Speed  30
 AC  21  Touch  14   Flat-footed  18
 Fort  +9  Ref  +5  Will  +6
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition's  Fortification 25%, DR 1/-, Mantle of flame 2d6 fire on hit, Essentia 3
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [0/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects, Blade Guide, Eternal Training [1/1]
 speech:   008080 

Mirumoto Niten, Ancestor (Blade Guide)
Least Soulspark, Tiny Outsider (Lawful, Incarnum, Native)
 Hit Dice  2d8  Init  5,  HP  16/16,  Speed  20 ft., fly 30 ft. (perfect)
 AC  15  Touch  13  Flat-footed  14
 Fort  +5  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Stats  Str 10, Dex 13, Con 15, Int 6, Wis 13, Cha 13
 Condition's  Amorphous (immune to crits/sneak attack), DR 1/chaotic, Evasion
 Special 
 -Attack Bonus:  0/2; +1 bonus to-hit&amp;damage / Essentia
 -Deflection Bonus:  1/2; +1 deflection to AC / Essentia
 -Healing:  0/2; Fast healing 1 / Essentia
 -Saving Throw:  0/2; +1 resistance bonus / Essentia
 Attack:  Soul blast +5 ranged touch (1d4+1)
 Skills:  Diplomacy +3, Hide +14, Knowledge (history) +3, Listen +6, Move Silently +6, Sense Motive +6, Spot +6
 speech:   40E0D0 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 1/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  Soulspark Familiar 
 Blade guide Familiar 
 multiple options 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  
 Map 
 
Metastachydium
Those waking find Leylek more sullen yet than he usually is. He nods, curtly, as the Samurai speaks.   Some years ago I would have thought little of such things. But I too have dreamed, and not as well as Onka- san .   he says grimly.   My kin has a tale – and please don't laugh if you know better.   the bird bows his head towards Ahalyā, briefly.   Most mortals can swallow the wind, but cannot keep it in. My kin can fly, because ours of old, guided by the  ongon  bird, perhaps, have tamed some of it. It is in our bones, and there it sleeps. It does not wake for small things, until the day we die. Then it wakes, and the soul rides away on it.   The Crane frowns, as though he'd rather not continue.   I've been longing for a good war, since before I came here. A war with the Crab, I thought it will be good, and it will let the strong stand tall, told from the weak. But  this  is not a war. I saw it spread, in my dream, past the sea, onto the land of my people. And as I stood against it, I became the whirlwind myself.   he continues, closing and opening his fists, contemplating them for a moment.   Still, if that is death, I will go standing. There's no shame in a good death. May Fate will that or better.  
Alhallor
When the bones are revealed Onka is disgusted and pleads at least for a proper burial of the remnants. There is a little bit of misplaced Schadenfreude that the noble got fooled which is quickly replaced by ever growing need to sleep.

The face of the dancer, almost always somehow fraught or strained, even when he sleeps this time is totally relaxed. His eyes, normally darting around when he closes them are still too and there is even a slight smile on his lips.

When Leylek says his name Onka stirs slightly but it does take him a long time to actually escape the see of dreams he was catched in. When he finally got free he looks around, needing to find his mental bearings first but then is all smiles.

 I had the most pleasant of dreams.  The dancer stretches, wincing slightly when he feels the wounds of yesterday still impeding him slightly. Not that it could bring down his great mood. He needs to ask again what the dreams of the others were about, which puts a damper on his mood, but only momentarily.

 I can't quite remember what my dream is about, but I'm positive that we have the help of our ancestors and the kami of the land on our side. I think I even have some ideas how to coax them out. 

Onka begins to comb his hair but still talks animated.  We can stand against the storm and the Crab. They have thrown themselves against us with a lot of they're might and we're still standing are we not? We are hunting them, not the other way around. 

The dancer binds his hair in a loose braid.  I'm not sure about faith bringing us together but we have fought remarkably well against them and we are on they're tail. We are in the position to act and make a difference. 
Auranghzeb
It is a sad morning, the village mourns the loss and then waits at the beach for the arrival of the fishing boats that will find the charred buildings and the lost siblings ashore.

They arrive soon after the sun is up, one figure cut against the wind and the horizon catches your attention. After all, from the entrance of the house, across the garden with the huge cherry tree you can see what’s left of the pier. And there you see the old woman from yesterday waiting for his son’s boat.

The men cannot believe what they find, at the sight of the burnt houses and the funerary pyre they jump into the shallow waters and half swim half run to the beach to embrace the loved ones scarred by the shadow.

From desperate chorus they hear the story and one by one they learn whose wife is dead, whose child is no more, whose father memory they now have to honor.

Eventually, the old woman grabs his now widowed son by the hand and helps him rise from the still warm floor next to the pyre and takes him solemnly to you.

 This is my son, sirs, he can help you 

Two eyes look at you as two vases overflowing with sadness. His voice trembles. And despite his loss he thanks you.

 mother tells me how you saved the village…mother, mother, says you couldn’t help the night before, that you couldn’t save her…I’m Ono, and I’m at your service. My humble boat and crew are at your service 


What do you do?
Cygnia
    "Indeed..."     nodded Ahalyā in sad agreement with Onka about the bones.     "They too deserve proper rest -- though, cleansing them in holy water beforehand as well may be a good idea."   

***

The dreams of the shaman that night did not feel like dreams.  No, this was a warning from Ahalyā's ancestors of What Was To Come should they fail.  What had started out as a  simple  task to recover the sacred scroll had grown into something much more dire than the fall of one kingdom.  Should they fall, all the realms threatened to be plunged into the maw of the Void!  Into the dark with its foul, corrupted steam...

...

...

...

...wait, that was just Raksha and her morning breath.

   "PAH!  Raksha, please!"     Ahalyā gently pushed the snout of her faithful companion away as she slowly pulled herself out of her bedroll.  Her brow furrowed in concern with the visions she had been granted -- but she felt stronger too.     "Here, Raksha, come here..."      Ahalyā stroked the wolf's cheek, feeling the release of holy energy to treat Raksha's injuries from last night.      O Ancestors, thank you for this blessed gift!    

After her morning meditations, she felt able to Look at the chest and scarf more closely.  A simple  Detect Magic  confirmed her worse fears.     "Yes, these are indeed cursed and vile items to fear.  Most certainly, do not wear this scarf or use the chest!  EEP!  They bring Taint and misery!"     Ahalyā shuddered.  The vanara's mood suddenly brightened.     "Ho friends, but the Ancestors have blessed me with a new gift for our task.  Please, now, let me properly tend to your remaining injuries!"   

***

With the return of the fishing boats,  Ahalyā's mood grew somber again as, once more, all the deaths suffered from last night's battle came to the forefront.
Alhallor
Before the fishing boats arrive, Onka dances, honoring great beasts, his ancestors, both from the more martial part of his family and the more somber ones. His mood isn't really dampened when the fishermen return and the wailing rises up once more. They did what they could, it would have been better to be able to save more, but they couldn't take the burden of everyone killed or they would sink before arriving at the crabs.

Ono however get's the dancers full sympathy, he bows towards the fishermen.

 I'm Onka. I thank you that you are willing to help us, even in you're time of grief. You're mother told us that you may be able to bring us towards to an isle in the north, part of the Seabird archipelago? Where 'The Sisters' live? You would only need to bring us towards the isle not stay there. 

The dancer took initiative in the talk, still brimming with energy, now even more thanks to Ahalya's support.
Metastachydium
Some somber uncertainty still hanging about him, Leylek nevertheless succeeds in restoring his focus, enough of it, at least to give the matter of the tainted ware some consideration as he accepts the Shaman's blessing of life, bowing his head and neck in silent gratitude and unspoken respect.   I may do something about these, if you deem that it is urgent to do so.   he remarks, with mild disgust colouring his voice. The strength, harder than steel, he brought to bear against the false samurai and the banner of the Crab the other day… It might be just enough. But there might be a better day and a better hour for that.

 ♣ 
Out by the sea and by the pier, the Crane sticks close to his silence. A look of concern, more tired than truly displeased, is flashed in Shimura's direction as Onka takes it upon himself to speak before the Samurai or Shaman could – but he is somewhat relieved the dancer did so still. There's little in the way of comforting words he could offer, to Ono or to anyone. The fisherman only receives a firm nod for now. He may yet earn more, with time. But now, there's work to do.
BelGareth
Shimura, now more composed, and dressed properly, was watching from behind, hands on his daisho as he liked to do.

He merely smiled at Leylek's reaction, Onka was doing fine, so he stayed quite.

 
 Spoiler 

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 2
 Level  7  Init  3,  HP  61/61,  Speed  30
 AC  21  Touch  14   Flat-footed  18
 Fort  +9  Ref  +5  Will  +6
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition's  Fortification 25%, DR 1/-, Mantle of flame 2d6 fire on hit, Essentia 3
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [0/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects, Blade Guide, Eternal Training [1/1]
 speech:   008080 

Mirumoto Niten, Ancestor (Blade Guide)
Least Soulspark, Tiny Outsider (Lawful, Incarnum, Native)
 Hit Dice  2d8  Init  5,  HP  16/16,  Speed  20 ft., fly 30 ft. (perfect)
 AC  15  Touch  13  Flat-footed  14
 Fort  +5  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Stats  Str 10, Dex 13, Con 15, Int 6, Wis 13, Cha 13
 Condition's  Amorphous (immune to crits/sneak attack), DR 1/chaotic, Evasion
 Special 
 -Attack Bonus:  0/2; +1 bonus to-hit&amp;damage / Essentia
 -Deflection Bonus:  1/2; +1 deflection to AC / Essentia
 -Healing:  0/2; Fast healing 1 / Essentia
 -Saving Throw:  0/2; +1 resistance bonus / Essentia
 Attack:  Soul blast +5 ranged touch (1d4+1)
 Skills:  Diplomacy +3, Hide +14, Knowledge (history) +3, Listen +6, Move Silently +6, Sense Motive +6, Spot +6
 speech:   40E0D0 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 1/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  Soulspark Familiar 
 Blade guide Familiar 
 multiple options 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  
 
Auranghzeb
Ono's eyes are wells of grief, and there's little traces of stoicism, he barely can stop himself from shivering. He speaks in short dry sentences, each of them self contained answering Onka's questions quickly without even looking any of the heroes face to face.

 We will take yo there

It is dangerous and cursed

It will take us the best part of a day to get there

Be ready in half an hour.

I need to...

I need to...

 

He bows as an apology and bursts away.


The old woman watches him, not trying to stop him and speaks to you with great resolve

 Ono is brave, but his pain is great, I'll take you to his boat. Come with me if you are ready to go. 
 ***

 What do you do? 
 
Alhallor
Onka looks after Ono when he bursts away, looking worried. He was in high spirits but it was understandable when others were not after they're entire world has been broken down.

 I'll... Think Ono shouldn't be left alone right now. I be there when the ships take off. 

Onka follow's poor Ono, but staying a respectful distance away from him, trying to show him that he is not alone. If the honest fisher seems like he want to talk the dancer would come near to try to lend an attentive ear, or a shoulder to cry on.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

I guess
Sense Motive:  (1d20+1)[ 2 ] 
 
Metastachydium
  There's strength to those words.   A fisherman's strength, but strength none the less. Leylek nods his agreement to the old woman.   But Onka- san  speaks true. We better be certain this strength stays fast and prudent. As for myself…   he regards the departing Onka and then the sea for a moment   My people live on the move, Elder. I am ready.  
Auranghzeb
Onka's best intentions fail to do any good as the dancer just follows Ono as a shadow and stares at him uncomfortably as Ono cries his heart out knelt in front of the house he shared with his young wife. He tears some of his clothes and then rushes inside the house coming out a few minutes later with heavy lines under his eyes.

He doesn't even notice Onka.

Elsewhere, there are similar scenes as the scale of the tragedy strikes the village.

Ono walks around the village telling calling the crew to man the boat once more.

Onka, unable to fully understand Ono's pain, remains a silent shadow.


 *** 
The noble man and his wife bring you some rations to the beach were the rest of you wait for the fishermen to come by. Amidst the shock the boats are still anchored close enough, gently swayed by the waves, their precious load at the mercy of seagulls that circle the unguarded boats squealing and venturing fearless on deck.

To this, some folks break the shock and rush through the shallows to scare the birds away and unload the fish.


 What do you do?  
Metastachydium
Leylek's beak opens and clacks shut suddenly, noisily. Ono's nowhere yet to be seen; and now, here's finally something he might do for these people. He leaps into the air and begins to glide in a broad, flat circle over the ships – and he invokes the tongue. The Horse Tongue, his people often call it, for it is a good thing, of great use for the rider – but birds and beasts understand it just as well. He saw that, and often enough: with Kalyek, that harmless fool of a brother talking to his falcons… Those were good times.

  Fly off, now!   he screeches loudly at the gulls.   There was killing. Men are angry. Stronger than you! Eager to harm. They think you're laughing! Fly off, now!  
 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Using Spiritual Connection to Sepak with Animals, namely the seagulls.
Diplomacy, if it helps:  (1d20+4)[ 22 ] 
 
Cygnia
Ahalyā's heart broke upon seeing Ono and the other newly grieving fishermen.  Part of her wanted to reach out, to offer comfort and condolences...

...but they wouldn't be staying.  Their loved ones died because of a conflict they shouldn't have been dragged into.  Any words the shaman could say would probably sound hollow right now.  No, when Ahalyā and the others left, they needed to make sure no villager here died in vain, especially for the sake of a stolen scroll.      What IS this scroll? If we recover it, will the land finally heal again?  Did it keep back the corruption -- is that why it was stolen?  Does it even have anything to do with all the evil plaguing everything right now?     So many questions spun around in Ahalyā's brain.

She sighed.  Even if the scroll was just pretty, non-magical words on parchment and this was all just a horrible coincidence, the others were honor-bound in getting it back.      So much pain and death -- is it worth it?  Why -- why is all this happening?  Why now?!  What happened to the Crab for them to have embraced this evil?  Is it the entire Clan?  Is someone or something setting them up -- to make the Prince wage war against them?      The shaman frowned in thought.  Their immediate path would take them to these "Three Sisters", rumored to be eaters of men.  Would the kami's amulet grant them safe audience with them?  Would they be able to get ANY answers from them as to where their quarry was heading or what the enemy's objective was or would it all be more riddles leading them farther away?

   "Ohhhh...too many questions, Raksha! Thinkthinkthink!  Must narrow it DOWN!"    The vanara rapped her knuckles against the side of her head.  Fetching a brazier, Ahalyā then sat cross-legged on the beach and sprinkled some incense into it.  She then pulled out her lacquered tiles, looking at them for a few heartbeats.  She had never been strong enough to get more specific answers from the spirits and ancestors before.  Now, for the mission's sake -- for the world's sake -- she had to try.     "Raksha, watch over me please..."   

Raksha padded over protectively, only pausing to glare at Leylek squawking with the gulls.

Ahalyā inhaled the sweet, smokey scent of incense and shut her eyes.

    "Ancestors, I know I have asked much from you these past few days -- and you have aided myself and my allies.  This time I ask for your wisdom and guidance as I fear this conflict grows even more vile, threatening to envelop all the lands.  I and my allies...we need to focus.  We need to narrow down who is truly responsible...

 ... who is responsible -- who gave the order for the sacred scrolls to be stolen?  "    

As the smoke curled around her like a serpent, she tossed the tiles onto the sands...

 
 Spoiler: Action 

Casting   Divination   finally! Knowledge Domain gives her +1 to her caster level.
 
Auranghzeb
Leylek converses with the seagulls and these flock around him squeaking and looking at the crane sideways for a long minute while the crane squeaks and gestures for them to leave against all instinct. Eventually they settle on the ships' masts, mesmerized by Leylek but unable to leave food untouched...

That buys the fishers enough time to start unloading the boats.

Meanwhile Ahayla sits in trance with her lacquered tiles, she commutes with the spirits throwing the tiles six times and drawing the hexagrams in the ashes of the brazier as drawing in the air, when she is done she sees the Hexagram 24, the Return, and the message comes in verses. It's not a clear answer of who, as the oracles do not see in things past, but a vision of the present and the things to come:

 Hexagram 24 - Return (Fu):
Within the veiled shadows, the samurai clan stands on the precipice, contemplating entry into the realm beyond. Like a river winding back to its source, consider a retreat. In the quiet return lies the strength to face the impending darkness.

Changing Lines:
6 at the beginning:
Before plunging into the abyss, purify intent. A distorted purpose attracts unseen malevolence. Step back, cleanse the spirit, and sharpen the blade of righteousness.

9 at the third place:
The gateway to shadows calls, but tread carefully. A strategic withdrawal preserves strength for the shadowed dance. Wisdom lies in the art of stepping back.

Advisory Message:
In the pursuit of hidden realms, cling to the essence of Bushido. True triumph rests in the convergence of spirit and blade. Retreat not as surrender but as a silent return to the core. As the moon waxes and wanes, let your actions mirror the rhythm. Be steadfast, yet supple, navigating the shadows with the clarity of a still pond reflecting the elusive moon. 
Alhallor
Onka follows Ono being unsure what to do.

Should he tell him how his father was able to shoulder the burden the loss of his wife? But Ono does talk to others and seem to rally his crew, definitely realizing that even when his world is shattered the ones of his fellows are still intact.

Onka strides over towards Ono's house and let his gaze wander around it, whatever Ono searched he probably found it.

The dancer, while still beeing uncomfortable still shadows Ono just as a precaution.
Cygnia
   "OOK!"   

Ahalyā's eyes suddenly snapped open.  She was about ready to slap herself for Messing Up the  Divination .  After all, according to the teachers and sages, you were supposed to ask about a recent event in the coming  future  -- and she had foolishly asked about the past.

And yet...

...the patterns, the hexagrams...

...somehow, the ancestors took pity on this foolish monkey and chose to answer her regardless.  Not clearly, of course, this was still something involving the future -- the possible future.  It was ever-changing, flowing and ebbing like the tide, not static like a looking glass.  But there was a particular theme drumming through like a heartbeat in its words.  A warning.

Ahalyā didn't think it was specific to them meeting with the Sisters.  If it had been, she got the feeling it would have been more urgent.  No, the common theme was the need to pause in this hunt.  Wherever their quarry intended to flee to, somehow Ahalyā and the others should not follow blindly.  That they would need to withdraw to properly prepare themselves.

    Ohhh, by all the gods and spirits, do they make for the Voidlands then?!  Ohhh, ancestors, please guide my words and deeds in order to protect my allies from doing anything rash!    
    "Blessed ancestors, thank you for showing light on this poor soul's journey..."      Ahalyā stretched herself prostrate in supplication.     "...may I be strong enough to know when to bend in the path."    
Auranghzeb
Whether the message from your ancestors is clear in meaning to you remains a mystery. It could be advice on your actions or it could be a convoluted answer to your exact question.

Ono finishes his preparation, frantically moving around with his crew as if that movement scared away the pain: resolve in motion, don’t stop.

In a matter of minutes you are on board the fishing junk, it is light and stinks of fish, the frame and baskets still littered with fish guts and blood. But it is a quick sail! And Ono is quite competent, his somber face cut by the wind and the salt.

 if the wind stays like this, we should see the island by the end of the afternoon. There’s no safe way to harbor, so It’s up to you to make it to the island. I’ll have to take the boat back.
As we approach you’ll see what I mean. The tide will be low, that’s good 

As indicated, by the end of the afternoon, as the low sun draws golden lines in the calm sea, You see the island. A sharp rock with deadly cliffs surrounded by a belt of dangerous rocks. Some sad trees perched to the rocks suggest some sort of life inside. The rocks that bound the island are tied with sacred ancient ropes weathered by the sea.

A misty cloud floats around the cliffs and ends abruptly at the rock belt.

 they say not even the birds fly in, only crows 

Ono points out.
Then, as you come close, he signals a gap between two rocks and beyond, semi submerged in the low tide, a large cave like an open maw.

  That’s as far as I can take you 

What do you do?
BelGareth
Shimura had knelt on the beach and started to meditate as the villagers attempted to gather what fish they could from the boats.

As Shimura settled into his meditation, his consciousness drifted back to the snow-covered slopes of his fortress monastery. The crisp air filled his lungs as he stood amidst the ancient pines, the sun casting long shadows across the landscape. But this time, he was not alone. His ancestor, Mirumoto Niten, stood beside him, his presence a comforting yet formidable presence.

 "Focus, young one,"  Niten's voice echoed in Shimura's mind.  "The path to mastery is forged through discipline and dedication." 

With a determined nod, Shimura readied himself for the training that lay ahead. The scene around him shifted, and suddenly, he found himself in a vast dojo, the wooden floor polished to a gleaming shine.

The training montage began with the rhythmic sound of feet on the wooden floor as Shimura and Niten engaged in a series of intricate kata. Each movement was precise, fluid, a dance of blades that echoed through the silent chamber.

Niten's guidance was ever-present, his voice offering words of encouragement and wisdom as they moved through the forms.  "Balance your stance, Shimura. Let the blade become an extension of your will,"  he urged, his tone firm yet compassionate.

As the training progressed, Shimura felt the weight of the katana in his hand, the energy coursing through his veins as he channeled the teachings of his ancestor. Sweat beaded on his brow, but he pressed on, his determination unwavering.

The montage continued with scenes of sparring, Shimura facing off against phantom opponents conjured by his ancestor's magic. Each clash of blades was a test of skill and resolve, a testament to the bond between student and mentor.

Through the trials and tribulations of the training, Shimura's confidence grew, his movements becoming more fluid, more instinctual. With each passing moment, he felt himself drawing closer to the pinnacle of mastery.

Shimura opened his eyes, it had felt like  weeks  but no, the boat was ready for their departure and he marveled at the ability to train so intensely in such a small amount of time, though, he wondered if it would assist his physical self, but perhaps that wasn't the point, perhaps it was training of the  mind , steeling himself, he boarded the small craft and stayed still, he was not a boat man.

Once they reached their location, he peered around.   "Can we swim that distance?"   he says outloud.

 
 Spoiler 

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 2
 Level  7  Init  3,  HP  61/61,  Speed  30
 AC  21  Touch  14   Flat-footed  18
 Fort  +9  Ref  +5  Will  +6
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition's  Fortification 25%, DR 1/-, Mantle of flame 2d6 fire on hit, Essentia 3
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [0/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects, Blade Guide, Eternal Training [1/1]
 speech:   008080 

Mirumoto Niten, Ancestor (Blade Guide)
Least Soulspark, Tiny Outsider (Lawful, Incarnum, Native)
 Hit Dice  2d8  Init  5,  HP  16/16,  Speed  20 ft., fly 30 ft. (perfect)
 AC  15  Touch  13  Flat-footed  14
 Fort  +5  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Stats  Str 10, Dex 13, Con 15, Int 6, Wis 13, Cha 13
 Condition's  Amorphous (immune to crits/sneak attack), DR 1/chaotic, Evasion
 Special 
 -Attack Bonus:  0/2; +1 bonus to-hit&amp;damage / Essentia
 -Deflection Bonus:  1/2; +1 deflection to AC / Essentia
 -Healing:  0/2; Fast healing 1 / Essentia
 -Saving Throw:  0/2; +1 resistance bonus / Essentia
 Attack:  Soul blast +5 ranged touch (1d4+1)
 Skills:  Diplomacy +3, Hide +14, Knowledge (history) +3, Listen +6, Move Silently +6, Sense Motive +6, Spot +6
 speech:   40E0D0 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 1/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  Soulspark Familiar 
 Blade guide Familiar 
 multiple options 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  
 
Cygnia
 On the boat there... 
   "The ancestors shared a prophecy with me on the beach, friends.  The words are cryptic, but perhaps they may make sense to you..?"     The shaman then quietly intoned the words that were passed on to her.

 
 Spoiler: Ancient Sudokugan Secrets! 

   Hexagram 24 - Return (Fu):
Within the veiled shadows, the samurai clan stands on the precipice, contemplating entry into the realm beyond. Like a river winding back to its source, consider a retreat. In the quiet return lies the strength to face the impending darkness.

Changing Lines:
6 at the beginning:
Before plunging into the abyss, purify intent. A distorted purpose attracts unseen malevolence. Step back, cleanse the spirit, and sharpen the blade of righteousness.

9 at the third place:
The gateway to shadows calls, but tread carefully. A strategic withdrawal preserves strength for the shadowed dance. Wisdom lies in the art of stepping back.

Advisory Message:
In the pursuit of hidden realms, cling to the essence of Bushido. True triumph rests in the convergence of spirit and blade. Retreat not as surrender but as a silent return to the core. As the moon waxes and wanes, let your actions mirror the rhythm. Be steadfast, yet supple, navigating the shadows with the clarity of a still pond reflecting the elusive moon.   
 


****
 At the cavern maw... 
   "EEP!   Shimenawa !  We must be careful...they keep evil spirits out!  Or  in !  OOK!  Ohhh, yesyesyes, we MUST be careful!"    Ahalyā gestured towards the weathered ropes on the cliffs.  All the while, her monkey mind whirled.      Ohhhhhh!  Is THIS the Abyss you warned me about, o ancestors?  Is this where we must pause and purify before entering?  To prepare or find another way in?  It is dark -- but so soon?      So focused on her jumbled thoughts, Ahalyā was unable to tell if there were more concrete dangers in the waters of low tide.

A grumbling Raksha meanwhile tried to sniff out anything off or odd besides the salty air...

 (1d20+4)[ 24 ]  Survival/track (Scent)

 
 Spoiler: Statblock 

   Ahalyā   
F CG Vanara Shaman,  Level  7,  Init  2,  HP  35/45,  Speed  30
 AC  16,  Touch  13,  Flat-footed  14,  Fort  7,  Ref  8,  Will  14,  Base Attack Bonus  5
 (weapon finesse in play) Unarmed Strike   +7 (1d6-1, x2)
   MW Sickle   +8 (1d6-1, x2)
 Least Crystal of Adaptation Leather Armor +1  (+3 Armor, +2 Dex, +1 Deflect)
 Abilities  Str 9, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 16, Wis 20, Cha 16
 Condition  Endure Elements (from Least Crystal of Adaptation)
Low-Light Vision
 
Metastachydium
Leylek merely shakes his head with his ever-present scowl deepening for a heartbeat as the warnings of the spirits are relayed. He understands the words, of course, even those he would have found the most strange and arcane back in his first days here. But the message, as a whole, makes him feel, once again, a stranger in a strange land of strange customs, more than he felt so in quite a long time.

The island presenting itself alongside the more practical concerns of finding a safe approach comes as a veritable relief afterwards, foreboding as its mists and rocks may be.   That is going to change now.   he responds flatly to Ono's comment regarding birds, before he'd turn to measure up the waters and the shore once more.   But I have to agree with Mistress Ahalyā. This is no good place,nor an easy one, not even for those flighted. And while a strong man should be able to swim ashore, rocky waters are treacherous.   the sickening crack of timber breaking on stone, easy to discern even against the loud winds and the calls of his own, struggling in the air above to stay close and stay up… That is nothing he will easily forget.   A small boat could be helpful, or barring that, something light but sturdy.   he glances back at Ono over a shoulder.   My people would sometimes use goat hides, filled with air like bladders to cross rivers. And one could perhaps make do with a barrel or a plank, I believe.   The shipwrecked find comfort in such, and all too often, after all.
Auranghzeb
Ono looks around the small boat, where the lot of you and his crew take a good chunk of space. He nods towards some of the fishing baskets.   You can borrow two of those, that's the closest thing to a floater we could get.   
 
 Spoiler: OoC 
Baskets: two baskets that float, cannot support the ful weight of a medium creature but may be used as buoy giving a +4 circumstance bonus to swim checks.
 
Alhallor
---------------Regarding the divination-----------------

Onka thinks about the divination a bit but needs to shake his head in the end.

 24, 9, 6? I don't know, it has a lot of imagery that seem to correspond to us, but I'm not sure. 

---------------The island------------

Onka looks into the waters below, he was happy that he apparently didn't suffer from seasickness on the small and fast vessel but swimming didn't seemed like such a great thing.

But Alhalya didn't mention that the waters were dangerous and the Shimenawa helped to ease Onka in a sense of security because it reminded him of home.

The dancer thankfully accepted on of the baskets as a swimming help and after steeling himself he gave his best to swim towards the dark cave mound. Retreat was not an option at this time, he thought.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
ZIF if you translate the numbers into letters?
Swimming check:  (1d20+5)[ 22 ] +1 and +4 for the swimming help.

Leylek could probably bring the swimming helps back so everyone can enjoy they're benefit?
 
Auranghzeb
Ono maneuvers the boat, his crew growing anxious at the presence of the Island. You notice that no birds fly outside the perimeter rocks. The crows fly inside the perimeter and no seagulls nor cormorants can be seen. The crows perched in the rocks observe.

After sailing around for a little Ono speaks

 We can't stay here long. The sea is quiet now, but the winds are changing and we cannot anchor here, please hurry up 
Cygnia
    "...ick...!"     Ahalyā was a child of the trees, not the seas!  She looked up at Leylek (and his wings) hopefully.     "Master Leylek, would you be able to fly ahead?  Maybe carrying a rope we could use as a guideline?  For those of us who are  (ack!)   not aquatically inclined?"   
Metastachydium
 Understood, Ono- san .  Leylek acknowledges Ono's concerns with a curt nod, before turning to offer a shallow bow to the Shaman.   Hand me a rope, and I will aid you as I am able.   raising a long, slender, taloned foot in the air and stretching his wings to test the wind, ready.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Perception to find a good spot to land and secure a rope:  (1d20+10)[ 22 ]  and
Use Rope to actually do the latter if applicable:  (1d20+4)[ 21 ] ;
if the result looks… Not very good, he'll just hold the rope himself.
 
BelGareth
Shimura sees the panic in the mans eyes and his plea and nods solmenly,   "Of course master Ono, we shall set out, thank you for your service."   he says bowing gently.

He then takes of his armor, accepting any help from any willing to assist. Once done, he ties everything in a sack with a piece of rope, and after making sure everything was good and secure looks to the others,   "Ahalyā and Onka can take the floating devices, I should be fine"   and then dives in.

 
 Spoiler 

  Swim  - (1d20+4)[ 21 ] 
Move straight to shore

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 2
 Level  7  Init  3,  HP  61/61,  Speed  30
 AC  21  Touch  14   Flat-footed  18
 Fort  +9  Ref  +5  Will  +6
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition's  Fortification 25%, DR 1/-, Mantle of flame 2d6 fire on hit, Essentia 3
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [0/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects, Blade Guide, Eternal Training [1/1]
 speech:   008080 

Mirumoto Niten, Ancestor (Blade Guide)
Least Soulspark, Tiny Outsider (Lawful, Incarnum, Native)
 Hit Dice  2d8  Init  5,  HP  16/16,  Speed  20 ft., fly 30 ft. (perfect)
 AC  15  Touch  13  Flat-footed  14
 Fort  +5  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Stats  Str 10, Dex 13, Con 15, Int 6, Wis 13, Cha 13
 Condition's  Amorphous (immune to crits/sneak attack), DR 1/chaotic, Evasion
 Special 
 -Attack Bonus:  0/2; +1 bonus to-hit&amp;damage / Essentia
 -Deflection Bonus:  1/2; +1 deflection to AC / Essentia
 -Healing:  0/2; Fast healing 1 / Essentia
 -Saving Throw:  0/2; +1 resistance bonus / Essentia
 Attack:  Soul blast +5 ranged touch (1d4+1)
 Skills:  Diplomacy +3, Hide +14, Knowledge (history) +3, Listen +6, Move Silently +6, Sense Motive +6, Spot +6
 speech:   40E0D0 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 1/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  Soulspark Familiar 
 Blade guide Familiar 
 multiple options 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  
 
Auranghzeb
Shimura jumps into the water with his gear nicely tucked an dry, it is cold, winter cold, and sends sharp pangs across the body: invigorating! Nothing as cold as the taw rivers of the Dragon mountain temples. He crosses the distance to the rocks in less than thirty strokes and finds good footing there.

No wonder Ono doesn't want to move the ship closer, the rocks are high and sharp. Shimura can stand there with his shoulders above water. The tide and the waves sway him, but it is not so complicated to keep still.

Leylek flies around the rocks holding the 50' rope, it's too short to find anything... well, there's the wet samurai standing on the rocks... his shoulders above the water, He could reel them in.
Cygnia
Ahalyā wielded a death grip upon one of the baskets.      Oooooooh, ancestors protect me from a wet death!    
  !SPLOOSH!  

With a grunt, Raksha followed after her mistress into the cold water. The vanara was already engaging in undignified screeching about the temperature as she flailed for the guideline.

 (1d20+3)[ 16 ]  Swim attempt Ahalyā (-1, +4 basket)

 (1d20+2)[ 3 ]  Aid Another (DC10) if needed from Raksha
BelGareth
Having found his way to shore much faster than he thought he would, he managed to stand upon some rocks, looking around he saw LeyLek with some rope   "Bring it to me! I will pull them in!"  
 
 Spoiler 

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 2
 Level  7  Init  3,  HP  61/61,  Speed  30
 AC  21  Touch  14   Flat-footed  18
 Fort  +9  Ref  +5  Will  +6
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition's  Fortification 25%, DR 1/-, Mantle of flame 2d6 fire on hit, Essentia 3
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [0/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects, Blade Guide, Eternal Training [1/1]
 speech:   008080 

Mirumoto Niten, Ancestor (Blade Guide)
Least Soulspark, Tiny Outsider (Lawful, Incarnum, Native)
 Hit Dice  2d8  Init  5,  HP  16/16,  Speed  20 ft., fly 30 ft. (perfect)
 AC  15  Touch  13  Flat-footed  14
 Fort  +5  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Stats  Str 10, Dex 13, Con 15, Int 6, Wis 13, Cha 13
 Condition's  Amorphous (immune to crits/sneak attack), DR 1/chaotic, Evasion
 Special 
 -Attack Bonus:  0/2; +1 bonus to-hit&amp;damage / Essentia
 -Deflection Bonus:  1/2; +1 deflection to AC / Essentia
 -Healing:  0/2; Fast healing 1 / Essentia
 -Saving Throw:  0/2; +1 resistance bonus / Essentia
 Attack:  Soul blast +5 ranged touch (1d4+1)
 Skills:  Diplomacy +3, Hide +14, Knowledge (history) +3, Listen +6, Move Silently +6, Sense Motive +6, Spot +6
 speech:   40E0D0 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 1/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  Soulspark Familiar 
 Blade guide Familiar 
 multiple options 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  
 
Metastachydium
With a wordless nod, Leylek abandones his search for a better bulwark and delivers the rope into the Samurai's waiting hand. It is quite fitting, and even Leylek can see that much: Shimura- sama  truly was that, all along the road travelled together, a bulwark, standing fast and strong. He'll lead them on, the bird knows that much as he rises somewhat higher into the air, scouting the shore to secure the landing of the rest, trying to block out the odd sounds the Vanara makes while crossing the waves, distracting as they may get.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Perception:  (1d20+10)[ 28 ] 
 
Auranghzeb
Shimura finds footing in between the sharp rocks and pulls the rope Leylek hands him, slowly towing a frightened wet monkey to safety.

Soon, all of you are standing on the uneven sharp rocks, the receding tide uncovers a path through them towards a dark opening on the almost flat and imposing wall of the cliffs. Above, way above, a murder of crows observe you, perched on the walls and behind a thickening fog.

However, Leylek can't fly towards them, once inside the circle of ropes, whenever he tries to fly higher than 10', the fog oppresses him back down, solid as a wall.

Ono shouts from the boat

 I'll sail back here tomorrow at around this time! 

And the boat starts sailing away.

 What do you do?  
Cygnia
    Sometimes, a crow is just a crow.  Sometimes, they are a warning.  And other times, they could be something more...    

Ahalyā eyed the murder with some concern.  But the shaman nodded to herself and drew out the amulet the  kami  bade her to pick up out from under her tunic.  Her grip was like iron on it though, hoping against hope it would offer some protection and/or safe passage.

   "Ho, winged harbingers, we were bid to seek an audience with the Three Sisters who dwell here.  If you are their eyes and ears, please allow us safe passage to and from them!"    Ahalyā repeated it in the Spirit Tongue just in case.

 (1d20+11)[ 20 ]  Diplomacy (if applicable)
BelGareth
Shimura shakes the last of the water off him as he dons his gear, placing everything back the way it was before. Pulling them both in was hard work, but nothing he couldn't handle.

He opened his mouth to say something, and then Ahalyā decided to talk to the  birds . His eyebrow raised slightly, the ball of energy that hovered around him this morning appeared, giving him a soft illumination, he narrowed his eyes, this was a dangerous place.

 
 Spoiler 

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 2
 Level  7  Init  3,  HP  61/61,  Speed  30
 AC  21  Touch  14   Flat-footed  18
 Fort  +9  Ref  +5  Will  +6
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition's  Fortification 25%, DR 1/-, Mantle of flame 2d6 fire on hit, Essentia 3
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [0/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects, Blade Guide, Eternal Training [1/1]
 speech:   008080 

Mirumoto Niten, Ancestor (Blade Guide)
Least Soulspark, Tiny Outsider (Lawful, Incarnum, Native)
 Hit Dice  2d8  Init  5,  HP  16/16,  Speed  20 ft., fly 30 ft. (perfect)
 AC  15  Touch  13  Flat-footed  14
 Fort  +5  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Stats  Str 10, Dex 13, Con 15, Int 6, Wis 13, Cha 13
 Condition's  Amorphous (immune to crits/sneak attack), DR 1/chaotic, Evasion
 Special 
 -Attack Bonus:  0/2; +1 bonus to-hit&amp;damage / Essentia
 -Deflection Bonus:  1/2; +1 deflection to AC / Essentia
 -Healing:  0/2; Fast healing 1 / Essentia
 -Saving Throw:  0/2; +1 resistance bonus / Essentia
 Attack:  Soul blast +5 ranged touch (1d4+1)
 Skills:  Diplomacy +3, Hide +14, Knowledge (history) +3, Listen +6, Move Silently +6, Sense Motive +6, Spot +6
 speech:   40E0D0 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 1/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  Soulspark Familiar 
 Blade guide Familiar 
 multiple options 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  
 
Auranghzeb
Shimura  tries  to find a place with enough footing to don his armor, but the shallows you are currently standing are uneven and washed by the water as it recedes. Difficult terrain and still with water up to your knees.

The crows caw, way above, and where they are perched seems so very far away.

 
 Spoiler: Options 
Sorry, I wasn't more clear on the description. You are currently on the shallows, there's a cave opening between the cliffs ahead of you. The shallows are difficult terrain, and basically a maze of low and high sharp rocks with cockles and other rocky sea life. The waves are gentle as the tide is receding, but in some parts the water can go up to your knees. This is a very bad place for an ambush! You can go inside the cave, surround the island walking on the shallows, or attempt to climb the cliffs DC 20. Flying up or flying out is very difficult, as if traversing a lesser version of a solid fog. The crows seem to be above the fog.
 
Alhallor
Onka shakes off the cold water and waves towards Ono.  We'll be back! 

When Alhalya try's to talk to the crows the dancer looks surprised between the Vanara and the corvids and bows unsure towards the black birds.  If you would?  The cawing thankfully is they're only answer.

 Let's head inside here. It kinda looks like an entrance and if these sisters are seers perhaps they already know that we here and perhaps they even want to test us? How does someone adress oracle-maneaters? I know my manners aren't the best. 

Onka mentions with a glance towards Shimura.
Metastachydium
  I would assume  you  don't.   Leylek tells Onka tersely, having landed beside the others with an annoyed grunt and giving the Shaman a side-eye in the meantime.   The rest I can agree with. I don't like this water and I can't fly in this fog. It is not as it should be.   he adds with frown. With the other birds far off and not bothering to respond, and the easy approach blocked, there's little else he'd bother to waste more time on. Still, he takes a quick look around, to make sure there's no path less sininister leading inland that he's simply missing.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Survival (with +2 synergy from K. (nature)):  (1d20+9)[ 14 ] 
 
Cygnia
   "Raksha, help Master Leylek find a safe path for us..."    The shaman didn't know if the crows understood her or not -- or even if they deigned to care.  Still, she had made the attempt and hoped it would work.  Now they actually had to find these Sisters.

She safely tucked the amulet back under her tunic.

Raksha growled softly.  The Wet washed away scents -- she didn't like that.  But Ahalyā made a request of her and she would do her best to comply.  Even if it  was  for the squawking bird...

 (1d20+1)[ 12 ]  Aid Another (Survival DC10)
BelGareth
Shimura sighs, and then starts to carefully head towards the cave entrance,   "Master Leylek, can you keep an eye out for us?"   he asks, and as an after thought he answers Onka   "It is most likely they will address  us . But I have never met a maneater before, so we will both learn the customs and courtesies therein."   he said with a slight smile.   "Perhaps we should offer them up the weakest member of our group as a sakizuke..."  
 
 Spoiler 

Sakizuke refers to a small appetizer or starter served at the beginning of a traditional Japanese meal. Like an amuse-bouche, Sakizuke is meant to awaken the palate and provide a taste of what's to come in the meal. It's often a small, beautifully presented dish that showcases seasonal ingredients and the chef's creativity.

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 2
 Level  7  Init  3,  HP  61/61,  Speed  30
 AC  21  Touch  14   Flat-footed  18
 Fort  +9  Ref  +5  Will  +6
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition's  Fortification 25%, DR 1/-, Mantle of flame 2d6 fire on hit, Essentia 3
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [0/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects, Blade Guide, Eternal Training [1/1]
 speech:   008080 

Mirumoto Niten, Ancestor (Blade Guide)
Least Soulspark, Tiny Outsider (Lawful, Incarnum, Native)
 Hit Dice  2d8  Init  5,  HP  16/16,  Speed  20 ft., fly 30 ft. (perfect)
 AC  15  Touch  13  Flat-footed  14
 Fort  +5  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Stats  Str 10, Dex 13, Con 15, Int 6, Wis 13, Cha 13
 Condition's  Amorphous (immune to crits/sneak attack), DR 1/chaotic, Evasion
 Special 
 -Attack Bonus:  0/2; +1 bonus to-hit&amp;damage / Essentia
 -Deflection Bonus:  1/2; +1 deflection to AC / Essentia
 -Healing:  0/2; Fast healing 1 / Essentia
 -Saving Throw:  0/2; +1 resistance bonus / Essentia
 Attack:  Soul blast +5 ranged touch (1d4+1)
 Skills:  Diplomacy +3, Hide +14, Knowledge (history) +3, Listen +6, Move Silently +6, Sense Motive +6, Spot +6
 speech:   40E0D0 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 1/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  Soulspark Familiar 
 Blade guide Familiar 
 multiple options 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  
 
Auranghzeb
You walk painfully across the shallows, twisting an ankle there and stepping on a sharp rock edge here. The crows above ignore you. You make it to the entrance of the cave. The shallows continue here, though the floor is flatter. There are water marks on the walls up to 10', this cave fills up with water when the tide rises, that much is clear. Inside, the place is dark and a breeze echoes the sounds of the waves around the island. The cave ahead is a long winding path, the inclined walls meet above, maybe 15' up making the cave a triangle. Roots and mud line the walls above the 10' water mark.


What do you do?
Alhallor
It was slightly reassuring that Master Shimura also wasn't sure about the proper etiquette but offering someone up was of course wrong but Onka's nervous mind jumped to something completely different.

 What actually is a Sakizuke? I remember a certain noble mentioning that, always saying that he never got a good one at our village. 

After the explanation Onka nodded and his eyes got big after reaching the cavern.

 Of course we can't offer one of us as something to dine on! But shouldn't we have something for them? I mean we have the pearl of half-man-bosu would that be alright as a welcoming gift? I mean we do want something from them and I'm not sure if they will just help us of the goodness of they're maneating hearts... 

Onka looked at the darkness of the cavern and nodded towards Shimura.

 Could you go ahead Shimura-a... Sama? You have this thing shimmering around you and it would be good for us to have a bit of light if we go deeper into the cave. 
Metastachydium
 
 Originally Posted by BelGareth 
   "Perhaps we should offer them up the weakest member of our group as a sakizuke..."   
 


 
 Originally Posted by Alhallor 
  What actually is a Sakizuke? I remember a certain noble mentioning that, always saying that he never got a good one at our village.  
 

  It is food.   Leylek grunts, quite audibly displeased. Could it be that Shimura-sama wasn't entirely free of the the shadows' grasp? He glares at the cavern wall.   And I cannot quite approve of this proposed course of action.   the wall is told.


  Of course we can't offer one of us as something to dine on! But shouldn't we have something for them? I mean we have the pearl of half-man-bosu would that be alright as a welcoming gift? I mean we do want something from them and I'm not sure if they will just help us of the goodness of they're maneating hearts...  

  That spirit spoke with power. I will trust that carries this far.   the bird suggests, stepping inside. Or they'll fight; for the Samurai's words aside, they aren't weak themselves. But for now, he merely ventures forth to look around, not without suspicion.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

The bird has low-light vision. Perception:  (1d20+10)[ 13 ] 
 
BelGareth
Shimura grins as they discuss his off colored comment, tromping forward trying to find some solid ground to don his armor, he knew the water was receding, but the opposite of that is what scared him.

(if he finds a spot to don, he does so)

He mentally communicates with this ancestor,  &lt;Grandsire, can you assist with the light?&gt;  in response, the cave glows as if a sunrod were cracked. He nods in thanks and keeps moving ever inwards.

 
 Spoiler 

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 2
 Level  7  Init  3,  HP  61/61,  Speed  30
 AC  21  Touch  14   Flat-footed  18
 Fort  +9  Ref  +5  Will  +6
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition's  Fortification 25%, DR 1/-, Mantle of flame 2d6 fire on hit, Essentia 3
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [0/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects, Blade Guide, Eternal Training [1/1]
 speech:   008080 

Mirumoto Niten, Ancestor (Blade Guide)
Least Soulspark, Tiny Outsider (Lawful, Incarnum, Native)
 Hit Dice  2d8  Init  5,  HP  16/16,  Speed  20 ft., fly 30 ft. (perfect)
 AC  15  Touch  13  Flat-footed  14
 Fort  +5  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Stats  Str 10, Dex 13, Con 15, Int 6, Wis 13, Cha 13
 Condition's  Amorphous (immune to crits/sneak attack), DR 1/chaotic, Evasion
 Special 
 -Attack Bonus:  0/2; +1 bonus to-hit&amp;damage / Essentia
 -Deflection Bonus:  1/2; +1 deflection to AC / Essentia
 -Healing:  0/2; Fast healing 1 / Essentia
 -Saving Throw:  0/2; +1 resistance bonus / Essentia
 Attack:  Soul blast +5 ranged touch (1d4+1)
 Skills:  Diplomacy +3, Hide +14, Knowledge (history) +3, Listen +6, Move Silently +6, Sense Motive +6, Spot +6
 speech:   40E0D0 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 1/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  Soulspark Familiar 
 Blade guide Familiar 
 multiple options 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  
 
Cygnia
Ahalyā turned her head away to give Shimura privacy.  The comments about offering the "weakest" in the group to the Sisters elicited a glare from Raksha.  Whether it was directed in jest at her, her mistress or the Very Nice But Fragile Hoomin who gave her a Present, the wolf was not amused.  The fact that Leylek didn't seem amused by it either caused Raksha to tilt her head curiously at the crane warrior.  Perhaps there was hope for him yet.  Or, maybe he also was worried that he was also on the possible menu.

   "Hurry, yes, yes.  Can we go up yet in this cave?"    Ahalyā said with more than a bit of concern about the water and when it would start rising again.

 (1d20+7)[ 13 ]  Perception (just in case)
Metastachydium
  It slopes inwards and floods with the tide.   Leylek adds his own voice to the Shaman's.   We should move with some haste, Shimura- sama .   He takes a few further steps forward, quite ready to follow his own advice, barring an objection – or indeed an order to the contrary.
Auranghzeb
 Waning full moon, day 1. Five hours for high tide.  

The cave winds down, uneven floor eroded by the sea. Once you walk inside the first 100', it is evident this isn't a single tunnel but rather a complex grotto with a high ceiling, as tall as 15'-20' on some parts and as low as 5' in others. Shimura's ancestral light casts dancing shadows with the intrincated walls labored by the sea and the accumulation of rain drops. Stalagmites are rounded as mounds eaten by the salted water, but stalactites fall down, sharp as lances dripping slow water from the island's surface. This is a maze.


 
 Spoiler: maze 
Roll survival DC 15, add a +2 if you have K.Nature.
 
Metastachydium
Leylek's long neck weaves about, almost nervously as he examines the ground, the walls – scouting out their options. Still, although his scowl never lightens, he slowly nods to himself, at last.   This way.   he says flatly, moving on and in, deeper.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

I'll go ahead and assume the roll allows for picking a safe direction. Will edit if not.
 
Alhallor
Onka was absolutely over his head when they came across the confusing labyrinth and was just happy that Leylek seemed to at least have an inkling where to go.

The dancer followed while keeping an attentive eye to they're surroundings.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Perception:  (1d20+10)[ 13 ] 
 
Cygnia
In the dark of the cave, Ahalyā's eyes darted nervously, not wanting to get in Leylek's way.  The low light, she didn't mind.  No, it was how  twisty  the caverns were (not to mention the Very Real Fear of the ocean coming in any moment to drown them all).  Was this meant to keep the Sisters entrapped as much as the spirit ropes were?  Or was this their doing to trap unwary prey?

    "Brrr...we are  wary  prey, yes!"     Ahalyā muttered to herself, trying to keep her spirits up.

 (1d20+7)[ 12 ]  Perception (if needed)
BelGareth
finally feeling like himself, back in his armor, Shimura frowned, he did not like mazes, well, he enjoyed soduko here and there, but being stuck below  tide , that was not fun.

He cranes his head backwards   "Should we maybe not go back and circle around the island?"   this just felt like a way to kill people.

 
 Spoiler 

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 2
 Level  7  Init  3,  HP  61/61,  Speed  30
 AC  21  Touch  14   Flat-footed  18
 Fort  +9  Ref  +5  Will  +6
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition's  Fortification 25%, DR 1/-, Mantle of flame 2d6 fire on hit, Essentia 3
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [0/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects, Blade Guide, Eternal Training [1/1]
 speech:   008080 

Mirumoto Niten, Ancestor (Blade Guide)
Least Soulspark, Tiny Outsider (Lawful, Incarnum, Native)
 Hit Dice  2d8  Init  5,  HP  16/16,  Speed  20 ft., fly 30 ft. (perfect)
 AC  15  Touch  13  Flat-footed  14
 Fort  +5  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Stats  Str 10, Dex 13, Con 15, Int 6, Wis 13, Cha 13
 Condition's  Amorphous (immune to crits/sneak attack), DR 1/chaotic, Evasion
 Special 
 -Attack Bonus:  0/2; +1 bonus to-hit&amp;damage / Essentia
 -Deflection Bonus:  1/2; +1 deflection to AC / Essentia
 -Healing:  0/2; Fast healing 1 / Essentia
 -Saving Throw:  0/2; +1 resistance bonus / Essentia
 Attack:  Soul blast +5 ranged touch (1d4+1)
 Skills:  Diplomacy +3, Hide +14, Knowledge (history) +3, Listen +6, Move Silently +6, Sense Motive +6, Spot +6
 speech:   40E0D0 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 1/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  Soulspark Familiar 
 Blade guide Familiar 
 multiple options 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  
 
Auranghzeb
Waning Moon, four hours to high tide.

The grotto spins and snakes it's way into the earth as you labor your way through the maze. Each step makes it more difficult to turn around and walk back. And even if you did, the ocean is reclaiming the cave behind. You could have taken your chances climbing the steep cliffs or surrounding the Island. But here you are, in the heart of the sea.
Leylek senses an instincts are honed to the steppe, but the crane manages to survive and find a way, much like life does. The waves bring water behind you, higher by the minute. Then, the grotto opens into a larger, much larger cave: The darkness around is so deep and the size of the cave so immense, that the dim light of Shimura´s ancestors barely manages to pierce it. You are all but a dot of light in an impenetrable darkness.
The sound of waterdrops slowly falling from the ceiling above suggest both that there's water in the floor of the cave and that the invisible ceiling high above is filled with intricate stalactites.
As you move into the darkness you soon are knee deep in water.
***
What do you do?
 
 Spoiler: Survival DC 20 
Navigating this cave is extremely difficult
 
Metastachydium
Leylek clacks his beak in the gloom, rapidly pacing back and forth along the walls for a moment before he'd acknowledge with a somber frown:   Finding the way might take more time here.    or better skill than his; but that is no thought he wishes to entertain just yet.   But the size of this space is a blessing, all the same.   he is quick to present the flip side: he is of warrior blood, and will do as his kind does. Fight. Fear, his own or of others by his side is just another foe, to ride around and harass, and to fell, if possible.   With a ceiling that high, drowning is far easier to avoid.  
Auranghzeb
Leylek takes you further down the immensity and dar grotto, but now his step is not so assured, and twice it seems that you have been around the same stalagmite sprouting out of the cavern floor. The water is above your knees in some places. After nervous prodding and walking, the grotto narrows a bit ahead of you and in the impenetrable darkness beyond Shimura´s ancestral light, you all percieve something watching you. In the water, something grazes Onka's ankle, like a rapidly swimming fish, cold.
Alhallor
Onka follows Leylek full of trust, even when he thinks that he sees the same construct twice. That he could drown in this cavern doesn't come to his mind even with the water rising. Drowning is way too much of an alien concept for the mountain-villager.

When it seems that the grotto becomes more narrow.  Look, I think we're getting close to the exit! I think...   AAHH!   

When something cold grazes the dancers legs he jumps out of the knee-deep water, only to get claimed back by the ground.

He looks around, smiling nervously.  There  Onka gulps.  Was something at my leg. 
 We should hurry! 
Cygnia
   "OOK!  Indeed!"    Ahalyā hoped it was just some blind cavefish that brushed against Onka -- some  small  blind cavefish.  She was tempted to cast  Detect Thoughts , but wasting time casting such magicks when they could hopefully just get away from Whatever It Was would probably be a Bad Idea.

Still, she at least tried to think about any possible aquatic threats that could realistically be in such a cavern like this while keeping her own senses alert...

 (1d20+10)[ 28 ]  Know: Nature
 (1d20+7)[ 11 ]  Perception
BelGareth
Completely out of his element, he merely throws his hands up to Leylek signifying he is out of his depth.

  "What do we do here?"   he asks

 
 Spoiler 

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 2
 Level  7  Init  3,  HP  61/61,  Speed  30
 AC  21  Touch  14   Flat-footed  18
 Fort  +9  Ref  +5  Will  +6
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition's  Fortification 25%, DR 1/-, Mantle of flame 2d6 fire on hit, Essentia 3
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [0/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects, Blade Guide, Eternal Training [1/1]
 speech:   008080 

Mirumoto Niten, Ancestor (Blade Guide)
Least Soulspark, Tiny Outsider (Lawful, Incarnum, Native)
 Hit Dice  2d8  Init  5,  HP  16/16,  Speed  20 ft., fly 30 ft. (perfect)
 AC  15  Touch  13  Flat-footed  14
 Fort  +5  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Stats  Str 10, Dex 13, Con 15, Int 6, Wis 13, Cha 13
 Condition's  Amorphous (immune to crits/sneak attack), DR 1/chaotic, Evasion
 Special 
 -Attack Bonus:  0/2; +1 bonus to-hit&amp;damage / Essentia
 -Deflection Bonus:  1/2; +1 deflection to AC / Essentia
 -Healing:  0/2; Fast healing 1 / Essentia
 -Saving Throw:  0/2; +1 resistance bonus / Essentia
 Attack:  Soul blast +5 ranged touch (1d4+1)
 Skills:  Diplomacy +3, Hide +14, Knowledge (history) +3, Listen +6, Move Silently +6, Sense Motive +6, Spot +6
 speech:   40E0D0 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 1/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  Soulspark Familiar 
 Blade guide Familiar 
 multiple options 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  
 
Auranghzeb
Oh, there's something in the water, and is not blindfish. Raksha, up to the cross in water, almost swimming, is really nervous. And now is Ahalya who feels a cold caress. The light shines dim through the water, and there's something, almost translucent, long like tentacles.

From the darkness around, a voice comes and reverberates in the grotto, a young woman's voice.

  Men illness bring

cleanse them swift death

still water.  

Perception checks, please.
Alhallor
Onka, beginning to fear what he couldn't see. Was... Actually relieved after hearing the voice.

 Hello? Are you one of the sisters? None of us are ill and we have some with us who aren't men. And we have a boon for you from a friend of yours? 
 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Perception:  (1d20+10)[ 16 ] 
Diplomacy:  (1d20+4)[ 7 ] 
 
Auranghzeb
There's the shadow of a person cut against the deeper darkness of the grotto beyond, where the water seem to give way to a rock. The voice may come from there.

 Their illness is lies
Tongues twisted as roots
their words poison 

Once you are all still, the sound of something moving in the water is clear, as several translucent tentacles rise from different parts of the water. Some almost 10' tall.

The voice seems to rise and reverberate, and you clearly feel it speaks to Shimura now.


 Armored like a thief
Took the little one from the womb
this be for thieves a tomb 
 Map 
Conditions:
Water is difficult terrain, slowing your movement. Only source of ligt is Shimura's ancestral soulspark.
Cygnia
    Ohhhhh...not good, not good!      Raksha's obvious discomfort echoed the shaman's own.  And seeing tentacles rise from the murky waters didn't help the situation in the slightest.  But whatever this entity was, it at least was  talking .

Granted, its/her words were ominous -- but at least Whatever It Was wasn't attacking first, asking questions never.

Ahalyā gave an audible gulp before she tried to speak.  She gave Raksha a reassuring pat on the head for both their sakes.

It didn't help.

   "O' Guardian of this cavern, we have been warned by the  kami  of the evils now infecting our world.   Of the taint corrupting the land and the waters poisoned with salt.  And we have indeed seen this with our very eyes!  We have fought  oni  and foul undead alike left behind in our quarry's wake and purified what we could afterwards.  We have been tasked with restoring balance to the realm.  To  thwart  those mortals responsible for this vile illness of nature..."    As Raksha whimpered, Ahalyā once more drew out the pendant from under her tunic.     "Please, allow us to prove the worth of our words.  We have been ordered to meet with the three Sisters who dwell on this isle.  Please, allow us to safely pass so that we may continue to heal this wounded world and drive back the void..."   

Heart beating frantically, the vanara bowed her head, praying to all her ancestors that her words could positively sway this entity.

 (1d20+10)[ 29 ]  Know: Religion or Nature to figure out what this being is
 (1d20+11)[ 28 ]  Diplomacy
Metastachydium
Leylek freezes for a moment. He lead them all into a trap. He looks around, intently, for a good way out of this, alive. Fight? Flee? That is no new conundrum – he realizes, very suddenly, as though he has seen lightning dance, jittering down somewhere far away over the steppe, from a stormcloud far behind him. He asked that before, and aloud. And as the voice speaks to the  Samurai , of thiefs, and the Shaman begins to parley, it comes together. Shimura- sama . His words on the hill road.    We are no thieves in the night.    he repeats them, slowly, calmly, his wings slowly rising, spreading.   We  hunt  them. Will you let us pass?  
 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Other stuff rolled on Discord; Aid Another on that Diplomacy:  (1d20+4)[ 5 ] 
 
Alhallor
Onka, wary of the rising tentacles slightly raises his hands, try's to get a safe standing and waits, just trying to stay still.

Alhalya seemed to understand whatever it is pretty well and it was clear that Shimura was the one talked too. Onka could at least help by shutting his mouth and be prepared for anything that is to come.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Full-Defense-Action which raises my AC to 30 (thanks to my absurd Tumble), also I'm declaring Dodge against the nearest tentacle, for a 31.
 
Auranghzeb
Ahalya lifts the Du`coq's trinket while talking to the shadows. Her heart throbs loudly in the deep darkness as her words carry wisdom and are elegantly articulated.

This is as Leylek's sharp mind realizes the connection:  Why is the voice particularly angry with the Samurai... unless... of course! 

But his crane voice come more like a squeak that does not aid Ahalya's convincing effort.

The Vanara's word seem to have an effect in calming the evident hostility. The translucent tentacles recede into the water, practically invisible now.

 Come forward you
of the face  like a winter monkey
but it is late for talk
 
 
 Spoiler: Knowledge 
Good roll, but the tentacles tell you nothing, I'll tell you more if Ahalya approaches.
 
Cygnia
Raksha could feel what Ahalyā was going to do.      "...mistress...?"     The wolf softly growled in concern.

   "This needs to be done, Raksha.  She needs to see we are not the enemy..."    And Ahalyā stepped forward towards the voice.  Not willing to let the shaman face Whatever This Was alone, the wolf was a half-step behind.

   "It is never too late to talk, o Guardian.  Never too late to turn away from unnecessary bloodshed.  A difficult lesson, to be sure.  But there are still some mortals willing to put that into practice..."   
Metastachydium
Leylek warily motions to the Samurai and Onka to, perhaps, move towards the patch of dry ground and out of the water, if possible, but stays otherwise motionless himself. If the water is an enemy, he can fly; they can't. If they all pull back, the Shaman must treat alone; and he won't have that.
Auranghzeb
Ahalya, as you walk towards the voice, you stumble with something in the water, softer than a rock or a stalagmite. When you look down, in the dim radius of shimura's ancestral light, you see a hand half submerged and a body weighted by samurai armor and a pale dead face looking at you from under the water.

As your eyes grow accustomed to darkness, you can see now the outline of the voice.

 Come closer you have
Their luck you won't share
unless you lie. 
Cygnia
    "...ancestors...!"     breathed Ahalyā as she saw the corpse clad in the armor of a samurai.  She shook her head sadly.  Her assumption was that this was not a natural death.      Another victim of the Crab perhaps?  Or did this happen even earlier -- maybe even by one of Master Shimura's clan once upon a time?      The latter might explain such anger this entity had.

   "Please, o Guardian, may we know what happened to you?  Who you are and what led you to this fate?  And what could be done to grant you deserved peace...?"   
BelGareth
Shimura mutely nods at Master Leylek and slowly shuffles to the small patch of dry land,   should I take my armor off?   he mused to himself having just put it back on...if the water raised any further, it would be prudent, but taking it off was a matter by itself and now wasn't the time to do a wardrobe change.

 
 Spoiler 

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 2
 Level  7  Init  3,  HP  61/61,  Speed  30
 AC  21  Touch  14   Flat-footed  18
 Fort  +9  Ref  +5  Will  +6
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition's  Fortification 25%, DR 1/-, Mantle of flame 2d6 fire on hit, Essentia 3
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [0/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects, Blade Guide, Eternal Training [1/1]
 speech:   008080 

Mirumoto Niten, Ancestor (Blade Guide)
Least Soulspark, Tiny Outsider (Lawful, Incarnum, Native)
 Hit Dice  2d8  Init  5,  HP  16/16,  Speed  20 ft., fly 30 ft. (perfect)
 AC  15  Touch  13  Flat-footed  14
 Fort  +5  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Stats  Str 10, Dex 13, Con 15, Int 6, Wis 13, Cha 13
 Condition's  Amorphous (immune to crits/sneak attack), DR 1/chaotic, Evasion
 Special 
 -Attack Bonus:  0/2; +1 bonus to-hit&amp;damage / Essentia
 -Deflection Bonus:  1/2; +1 deflection to AC / Essentia
 -Healing:  0/2; Fast healing 1 / Essentia
 -Saving Throw:  0/2; +1 resistance bonus / Essentia
 Attack:  Soul blast +5 ranged touch (1d4+1)
 Skills:  Diplomacy +3, Hide +14, Knowledge (history) +3, Listen +6, Move Silently +6, Sense Motive +6, Spot +6
 speech:   40E0D0 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 1/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  Soulspark Familiar 
 Blade guide Familiar 
 multiple options 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  
 
Auranghzeb
As Shimura advances with his light, Ahalya finally sees the contour or the voice, a young woman not even in her twenties sits facing the darkness ahead. She wears an elegant kimono and her long long hair falls dreamily flowing like water. Her voice comes towards you, as if she were facing you, clear, no echoes.

  Thieves took the child
no longer here, my grief is great
my sister's more  

As your pupils adjust, you see the bodies of six samurai wearing the crab's colors, their heads are scattered like pebbles in a child playground around the young woman.

Her face turns lightly...

Leylek and Ahalya know immediately what they are facing. She is a Yamauba 山姥 not an Oni, something much more powerful! a Yokai, closer to Kami than to demon.
 
 Spoiler: Knowledge and sense motive 
Ahalya an Leylek know she is really powerful, Ahalya can sense her power now, but she is not a spirit, she is more material than the world itself, older than the rocks around her, yet there's taint in here, it is smeared on the walls and on the bodies of the samurai.

Sense motive DC 15
 
 Spoiler: Sense Motive 
She is incoherent, acting randomly, she does not show aggressivity. But you sense the fine line between peace and violence.
 

 


her bare featureless face is almost smooth as milk with only the underlying shape of eye sockets and lips...


She seems peaceful as she chants softly almost friendly

  Thieves took the child
no longer here, my grief is great
my sister's wound are open  

But suddenly, she shudders violently, and the heads scattered in the floor tremble

  Thieves took her baby
no longer here, my grief is great
my sister's milk is sour  

Behind you, in the water, the translucent tentacles lurk, ready to pounce.

 
 Spoiler: Sense movite DC 15 
She is on the verge of violence.
 

 What do you do? 
Cygnia
 Yama-uba . Mountain witch.

Ahalyā had heard the ghost stories of such beings as a whelp.  Most were meant to terrify them, characterizing them as cannibals -- specifically, eaters of children.  But some had the  yama-uba  as more as kindly benefactors and mentors for legendary heroes when they were but children -- if treated with respect.  Somewhere, Ahalyā suspected, the truth was a muddy mixture of both.  The accursed taint in this cavern wasn't helping -- whether the fallen Crab had caused this infection or this kami already had taint was still up in the air.

But if the Crab had kidnapped a child belonging to the  yama-uba's  sister (    And are these two of the Three Sisters we are meant to meet?  Have the Crab already been here to make more evil?!    ) no wonder she was enraged with grief.

    If they are the Sisters, they must all be furious!    

No time to ponder that -- the tentacles were twitching menacingly.  And hopefully Ahalyā could sway the  yama-uba  to hear reason.

   "O Guardian, neither you nor your sister deserved such cruelty!  No mother should be denied to love their child, nor no doting aunt. We are sworn to stop the Crab -- we are hunting them now!  We  know  your enemy. Please, allow us to aid you in delivering justice for this crime..."   
 (1d20+11)[ 15 ]  Diplomacy
Metastachydium
Leylek's visage darkens. So it is true. The Crab was here, and a great  Yokai  now wants his own and him to pay for their deeds.   Indeed.   his voice, measured, the words flowing forth slow, almost one at a time, joins the Shaman's once again.   Shimura- sama , the worthy Samurai that leads us is of the Dragon, not the Crab. He serves the Prince, with faith. So does Onka- san . I came to aid them on the Regents orders, but would fight for them now of my own accord, any day and in any battle. We do the bidding of a  Kami  when we come to you, for counsel.   he stresses once more, his beak moving, slowly, to point at the Half-Man's axe, hanging on his own belt.   The Crab we fought, five times now. They took things sacred. If our hunt succeeds, we shall restore these to where they belong.   He pauses once more, his wings still raised, the hands open.   Where is the child now?  
 
 Spoiler: OOC 

I understand that it may not be of much use, but Diplomacy anyhow:  (1d20+4)[ 5 ] 

Also, Leylek is likewise on alert and enters full defense, designating… The tentacles for Dodge? That would make for an AC of 22.
 
Auranghzeb
 They came with truth
in their tongues, yet two were tainted,
a test they'll face 

The Yamauba's head tilts back completely and her hair parts in two revealing in the center of her head a foul mouth lined with with sharp teeth. She bents backward and spins in a quick movement.

The dead Samura's head spring up and start to orbit around her in perfect patterns, their dead eyes seem to stare at Leylek and Onka.


The Yamauba voice is deeper now and while there's no anger, there's judgment.

 Your words sincere,
but two of you are tainted, your blood is poison
the eyes of the tainted dead read you.
Your path is violent and the sea may drown you.
 
The eyes of the dead then seem to stare at Shimura and Ahalya.

 You are true and clean
You may go through or you may remain
and be likewise tested
Decide! 
Metastachydium
Leylek lowers his wing-arms, at last, and nods grimly.   I see.   he says, with a simple, hollow calm.   Before we felled the shadow rider in Kare, it struck me and touched my mind. I saw darkness and felt darkness. That must be the root cause; I carry its mark now.   he explains the others, a thick bile of disgust, for what the Crab chose to join with and for his own weakness, ozzing into his voice.   Mistress Ahalyā. I will need you to light my lamp once more. Shimura- sama . I must then beseech you to lead her on. To go.   His eyes below the heavy scowl thendart back towards the Yamauba.   And I will stay. To take what Fate will give me.  
BelGareth
It takes a moment for Shimura to take it all in, but his eyes bulge out as he hears Master Leylek's words   "I will NOT leave you here!"   he demands.

  "There must be something!"  
 
 Spoiler 

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 2
 Level  7  Init  3,  HP  61/61,  Speed  30
 AC  21  Touch  14   Flat-footed  18
 Fort  +9  Ref  +5  Will  +6
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition's  Fortification 25%, DR 1/-, Mantle of flame 2d6 fire on hit, Essentia 3
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [0/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects, Blade Guide, Eternal Training [1/1]
 speech:   008080 

Mirumoto Niten, Ancestor (Blade Guide)
Least Soulspark, Tiny Outsider (Lawful, Incarnum, Native)
 Hit Dice  2d8  Init  5,  HP  16/16,  Speed  20 ft., fly 30 ft. (perfect)
 AC  15  Touch  13  Flat-footed  14
 Fort  +5  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Stats  Str 10, Dex 13, Con 15, Int 6, Wis 13, Cha 13
 Condition's  Amorphous (immune to crits/sneak attack), DR 1/chaotic, Evasion
 Special 
 -Attack Bonus:  0/2; +1 bonus to-hit&amp;damage / Essentia
 -Deflection Bonus:  1/2; +1 deflection to AC / Essentia
 -Healing:  0/2; Fast healing 1 / Essentia
 -Saving Throw:  0/2; +1 resistance bonus / Essentia
 Attack:  Soul blast +5 ranged touch (1d4+1)
 Skills:  Diplomacy +3, Hide +14, Knowledge (history) +3, Listen +6, Move Silently +6, Sense Motive +6, Spot +6
 speech:   40E0D0 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 1/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  Soulspark Familiar 
 Blade guide Familiar 
 multiple options 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  
 
Cygnia
   "There is..."   

Ahalyā's heart skipped a beat as the  yama-uba  rendered her verdict, spiritually cleaving their small group in two.  And another when Leylek solemnly accepted his fate.  But had not one of those accursed  pennoggolans  tried to damn her with its last gasp?  Or the other one successfully dominating Shimura, nearly using him as another deadly puppet against them?  Were those not weights against their own souls?  Onka was trying to atone for his own crime already.  And as far as the shaman knew, all Leylek was was a touch grumpier than most.

She was not learned enough to cast  Atonement  herself.  Nor did she know of such magicks that could purge taint from a mortal soul or place -- perhaps such skills were granted only by the blessings of the Gods.

   "We stay and face their test by their sides.  With them.  To abandon them now to such a fate would see us unworthy."   
Metastachydium
  All shall be as Fate will have it. I was weak in Kare, and it came with a price. A price that may yet prove me strong.   Leylek pronounces dryly, frowning at the two.   I feel a bond to you both. But you must think of the  task .  
Auranghzeb
 In honor bound
in trial sealed in death joint
the sea will tell, the earth will tell. 

For a moment, the severed heads spin faster. The Yamauba's maw on top of her head opens wide and a wild screech reverberates inside the cavern. Then, the Yamauba bursts in a cloud of salt and the heads dark eyes look in pain and then fall dead on the stone floor.

All around, the sea water rises a foot, as with a soft wave and starts humming as if alive.


 
 Spoiler: Rolls 
Roll initiative and and Knowledge arcana or planes
 
Alhallor
Onka was shocked about what was revealed by the light, he never saw something that would both make him weep with it's beauty but also chill him to the bone with it's distorted face and sorrow. He was tainted? Was his penance not enough already? Was it something that happened while he traveled? It didn't seem that anything they said really reached the ears of... Whatever this was. It was not surprising, a mother filled with grief could not hear what is spoken.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Initiative:  (1d20+5)[ 15 ] 
Knowledge: Arcana:  (1d20+2)[ 20 ] 
AC: currently 30 due to Full-Defense or 24 if not. +2 more against evil targets.
 
Alhallor
Onka shouted out.  Mighty water spirit!  While he spun around letting his knee fly in a scythe like motion towards the tentacle. It seemed diplomacy was over, both because of himself and Leylek for some reason. He pummeled the appendage while trying to get in a less awkward position, with the water limiting his movement.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Attack against the tentacle and 5 foot step out of being in the middle of the tentacles.
Attack 1:  (1d20+10)[ 24 ] 
Damage 1:  (1d8+5)[ 10 ] 
Attack 2:  (1d20+5)[ 18 ] 
Damage 2:  (1d8+5)[ 6 ] 
Attack 3:  (1d20+5)[ 18 ] 
Damage 3:  (1d8+5)[ 11 ] 
 
Cygnia
   "EEP!  Yes!  Master Leylek, keep to the air if you can!"    cried Ahalyā in warning.      Oh, so much danger this one is -- yes!    

Or (gods willing),  was  it?

Ahalyā murmured the blessing to  Detect Magic , hoping that this test was just some terrifying illusion at best -- or how strong the summon was at worst.
Metastachydium
   Fools.    Leylek says, curtly, simply, but with a strange tone of warmth mixed with the resignation in his voice as he kicks himself into the air to tru and get some distance between himself and the water as advised. For what reason, he is not yet  too sure; but Onka's words and the Shaman's agitation bode ill enough. It would seem that they  will  fight the very waves.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Double move upwards, Hopping Up against DC 10 to get above the waist high water:  (1d20+13)[ 26 ] , then
flying up at the 60 degrees angle average flight allows, Tumbling for the first half, for a final altitude of roughly 15' above water unless I messed up the calculations:  (1d20+14)[ 27 ] ,
and moving 10' laterally while at that, to above S18.
 
Auranghzeb
Onka spins around hitting the solid shape of water forming all around you, only one of the fists connects truly and barely does any damage.

Ahalya focuses her magic sight and detects an aura of conjuration in the water.

 
 Spoiler: 1st round 
detect the presence of auras.
 


Leylek lifts above the water, towards the dark ceiling of the cave.
BelGareth
Shimura was lost for words....lost for  action! 

He had....no idea how to fight the very water around him, and for the first time in a long time, he froze.

This was...beyond him, he panicked, and quickly began a breathing exercise  I can't just leave them in there to fend themselves off  he thought.

The little light that was his ancestor buzzed around his head uselessly.

 
 Spoiler 

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 2
 Level  7  Init  3,  HP  61/61,  Speed  30
 AC  21  Touch  14   Flat-footed  18
 Fort  +9  Ref  +5  Will  +6
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition's  Fortification 25%, DR 1/-, Mantle of flame 2d6 fire on hit, Essentia 3
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [0/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects, Blade Guide, Eternal Training [1/1]
 speech:   008080 

Mirumoto Niten, Ancestor (Blade Guide)
Least Soulspark, Tiny Outsider (Lawful, Incarnum, Native)
 Hit Dice  2d8  Init  5,  HP  16/16,  Speed  20 ft., fly 30 ft. (perfect)
 AC  15  Touch  13  Flat-footed  14
 Fort  +5  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Stats  Str 10, Dex 13, Con 15, Int 6, Wis 13, Cha 13
 Condition's  Amorphous (immune to crits/sneak attack), DR 1/chaotic, Evasion
 Special 
 -Attack Bonus:  0/2; +1 bonus to-hit&amp;damage / Essentia
 -Deflection Bonus:  1/2; +1 deflection to AC / Essentia
 -Healing:  0/2; Fast healing 1 / Essentia
 -Saving Throw:  0/2; +1 resistance bonus / Essentia
 Attack:  Soul blast +5 ranged touch (1d4+1)
 Skills:  Diplomacy +3, Hide +14, Knowledge (history) +3, Listen +6, Move Silently +6, Sense Motive +6, Spot +6
 speech:   40E0D0 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 1/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  Soulspark Familiar 
 Blade guide Familiar 
 multiple options 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  
 
Auranghzeb
The water is alive! and it starts swirling around in a deadly vortex capturing Onka, Ahalya and Rhaksa in a swirling tower of water almost reaching Leylek, but the water is too shallow and as the creature lifts the heroes, it creates a vacuum in the vortex as it touches the grotto's floor, debris flies as the vortex breaks and sends everyone caught flying!

 
 Spoiler: Vortex: 
Reflex save DC 25 or take  (2d8)[ 9 ]  damage. Then the vortex collapses as the water is too shallow and sends debris and water in a cloud 30' diameter around the elemental, obscuring all vision. It releases Onka, Ahalya and Rakhsa who take  (1d6)[ 5 ]  falling damage an fall prone 15' away from their current position.
 


It is violent and sudden! The sea water becomes a splash that obscures everyone's vision!
Alhallor
 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Reflex save:  (1d20+12)[ 21 ]  against 25.
Automatically succeed in the Tumble check to avoid falling damage.
 


Onka was fighting with the fury of his life. The accusations of taint was still stinging but whatever mighty one was send against them by just one of the sisters, he needed to find a way around it somehow.

When he reached the new foe, Onka breathed in, exhaled sharply and with just one strike he try'd to cleave the water apart.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Attack:  (1d20+7)[ 24 ]  -5 to use Power attack.
Damage:  (1d8+10)[ 12 ]  + 5 because of Power attack.
+1 to hit and damage if it has Su's. Unarmed strikes count as magic.
 
Metastachydium
The waters rise and envelop all below Leylek's feet.  All.  The Dancer, the Shaman, her wolf… The Crane feels something cold and heavy inside his own chest, another dark water of a storm unseen. And then it begins to boil, suddenly, with anger.   Let them go!   he roars, turning in the air and swooping down to tear into the side of the twisting mass of water.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Angry Crane Thundering Two-Steps Charge Over Troubled Water:  (1d20+12)[ 23 ]  for  (1d8+4)[ 9 ]  magical and Good bludgeoning plus  (1d12)[ 10 ]  Flying Kick plus swift action  (3d6)[ 7 ]  Iron Lancer's Edge boost thrown in on top;
the bird's AC is 16 (+1 dodge from Dodge, -2 from charge).
 
Cygnia
 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Ahalyā made her reflex save over on the RHOD discord dice roller :p
Raksha did not
 


As Ahalyā scrambled to dodge the wave, she let the concentration on Detect Magic drop. Poor Rakasha, meanwhile, got smacked in the face by the water.    "Mistress, this is not wise -- we need to get to higher ground!"    growled the wolf in fear.

   "You first, Raksha...get to Master Shimura, I will follow!"    Ahalyā cried.  If the grieving  yama-uba  had called up an illusion, Ahalyā could perhaps have accepted it better.  The fear in one's heart and soul could be given some substance, making it a worthy challenge to overcome for noble warriors unwillingly tainted by evil.

But this was a summon; this was  real .  And highly dangerous to all of them.

   "O Ancestors, hear me!  I understand the pain of this yama-uba.  But this elemental should not be used as a pawn in her mad grief!  Please, guide and aid me in sending it back to its home!"     The shaman gathered her energies in order to attempt to Dispel the summoning.

Then she scurried to follow Raksha to higher ground...

 
 Spoiler: Action 

Both Raksha and Ahalyā declare their dodge on the elemental.
Targeted  Dispel Magic  on the elemental
 (1d20+7)[ 12 ] 

Raksha &amp; Ahalyā move to T10/U10 if they can
 

 
 Spoiler: Statblock 

   Ahalyā   
F CG Vanara Shaman,  Level  7,  Init  2,  HP  40/45,  Speed  30
 AC  16,  Touch  13,  Flat-footed  14,  Fort  7,  Ref  8,  Will  14,  Base Attack Bonus  5
 (weapon finesse in play) Unarmed Strike   +7 (1d6-1, x2)
   MW Sickle   +8 (1d6-1, x2)
 Least Crystal of Adaptation Leather Armor +1  (+3 Armor, +2 Dex, +1 Deflect)
 Abilities  Str 9, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 16, Wis 20, Cha 16
 Condition  Endure Elements (from Least Crystal of Adaptation)
Low-Light Vision
 
Auranghzeb
Onka's fist and leylek fury seem futile, like  punching water 
 
 Spoiler: DR 
 DR 5/- so you did some damage this round, specially Leylek with that extra umhp! and the elemental is Staggered because weirdly, it does not have immunity to non-lethal damage. You can beat it unconscious.
 


The shape of the elemental is now more clearly defined after the burst of the vortex.

Ahalya calls on her ancestral power to dispel the elemental to the plane whence it came, but she is not powerful enough to affect whatever incantation brought it to this reality.
BelGareth
Shimura watches in anguish, he felt absolutely useless, he didn't know how to combat such a foe, but he had to do something!

He rushed into the water, sword in hand, white foam forming from his movement.

  "KIAAAAAAaaaaaa!!!"   he yelled as he attacked.

 
 Spoiler 

Move and attack
  Attack 1  - (1d20+12)[ 15 ] 
  Damage  - (1d10+7)[ 15 ] 
  Attack 2  - (1d20+7)[ 20 ] 
  Damage  - (1d10+7)[ 16 ] 

Mirumoto Niten, Ancestor (ranged touch)
  Soul blast  - (1d20+7)[ 8 ] 
  Damage  - (1d4+3)[ 7 ] 
   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 2
 Level  7  Init  3,  HP  61/61,  Speed  30
 AC  21  Touch  14   Flat-footed  18
 Fort  +9  Ref  +5  Will  +6
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition's  Fortification 25%, DR 1/-, Mantle of flame 1d6 fire on hit, Essentia 3
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [0/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects, Blade Guide, Eternal Training [1/1]
 speech:   008080 

Mirumoto Niten, Ancestor (Blade Guide)
Least Soulspark, Tiny Outsider (Lawful, Incarnum, Native)
 Hit Dice  2d8  Init  5,  HP  16/16,  Speed  20 ft., fly 30 ft. (perfect)
 AC  15  Touch  13  Flat-footed  14
 Fort  +5  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Stats  Str 10, Dex 13, Con 15, Int 6, Wis 13, Cha 13
 Condition's  Amorphous (immune to crits/sneak attack), DR 1/chaotic, Evasion
 Special 
 -Attack Bonus:  2/2; +1 bonus to-hit&amp;damage / Essentia
 -Deflection Bonus:  0/2; +1 deflection to AC / Essentia
 -Healing:  0/2; Fast healing 1 / Essentia
 -Saving Throw:  0/2; +1 resistance bonus / Essentia
 Attack:  Soul blast +5 ranged touch (1d4+1)
 Skills:  Diplomacy +3, Hide +14, Knowledge (history) +3, Listen +6, Move Silently +6, Sense Motive +6, Spot +6
 speech:   40E0D0 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 1/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 0/2 
 - 
 
  Soulspark Familiar 
 Blade guide Familiar 
 multiple options 
 2/2 
 - 
 
  
 
Auranghzeb
Shimura Kias echoes through the belly of the grotto as the daimyo's Katana deals magical slashing damage to the Elemental.

It retaliates shaping segments of its body into fists of water that strike with immense speed and the hardness of rock!

Onka is fast enough to roll with the blow and absorbs the force before it gathers momentum, but Leylek is too blinded by rage to react and he is smacked with supreme force, his hollow bird bones shake with the hit and his feathers feel the abrasion of the water.
Alhallor
Onka thought they may have been over they're heads, but with the water rising and the spirit being they're test, they would need to stand up to it. It didn't seemed like the dancer did much damage towards the mighty water spirit but he still try'd with all his might.

With wild swings that had a lot of weight behind it, but also were plain to see and react too, Onka wallowed at the mighty adversary, trying to damage it more.

 
 Spoiler: OOC, attack against Water elemental. 

Attack 1:  (1d20+4)[ 10 ] 
Damage 1:  (1d8+10)[ 12 ]  -5 to hit +5 to damage, Power attack.

Attack 2:  (1d20+4)[ 14 ] 
Damage 2:  (1d8+10)[ 14 ]  -5 to hit +5 to damage, Power attack.

Attack 3:  (1d20-1)[ 0 ] 
Damage 3:  (1d8+10)[ 17 ]  -5 to hit +5 to damage, Power attack.

Attack 4:  (1d20-1)[ 13 ] 
Damage 4:  (1d8+10)[ 13 ]  -5 to hit +5 to damage, Power attack.

+1 to hit and damage if it has Su's.

Trying to flank with Shimura, for another +2 to hit, I don't know if that works against elementals, not factored in.
 
Metastachydium
Rattled as he may be by the force of the blow, Leylek is not quite done yet, either.   I said let them  go .   he repeats, shifting slightly in the air, before lashing out twice, anger itself rippling through his talons, trying to curdle the water as horse milk is curdled.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

5' step to above R16 to remain aloft;
Soulwarp Strike:  (1d20+10)[ 13 ]  for  (1d8+4)[ 6 ]  magical&amp;Good bludgeoning (+1d6 damage if the thing is Evil) and the Elemental must make a DC 14 Fort save if hit, getting sickened on a success or nauseated on a failure for 1 round; plus
Normal Angry Crane Strike:  (1d20+5)[ 23 ]  for  (1d8+4)[ 6 ]  magical&amp;Good bludgeoning (+1d6 damage if the thing is Evil).
 
Cygnia
Her heart sank when her  Dispel Magic  failed.  Was the summoning more powerful or did Ahalyā's ancestors truly wish for Leylek and Onka to partake of the yama-uba's mad test?  The vanara hoped it was the former -- she still had a lot to learn.  That, she could accept.

No time to dwell on such matters.  Ahalyā murmured the blessing to give all of their group the  Shield of Faith  to help withstand the blows of the water elemental better.

 
 Spoiler: Action 

Both Ahalyā and Raksha declare their Dodge on the elemental.
Casting  Mass Shield of Faith  on the party: +3 Deflection bonus to AC for 7 minutes
 

 
 Spoiler: Statblock 

   Ahalyā   
F CG Vanara Shaman,  Level  7,  Init  2,  HP  40/45,  Speed  30
 AC  19,  Touch  16,  Flat-footed  17,  Fort  7,  Ref  8,  Will  14,  Base Attack Bonus  5
 (weapon finesse in play) Unarmed Strike   +7 (1d6-1, x2)
   MW Sickle   +8 (1d6-1, x2)
 Least Crystal of Adaptation Leather Armor +1  (+3 Armor, +2 Dex, +1 Deflect, +3 Misc)
 Abilities  Str 9, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 16, Wis 20, Cha 16
 Condition  Endure Elements (from Least Crystal of Adaptation)
Low-Light Vision
Mass Shield of Faith: +3 Deflection bonus to AC for 7 minutes
 
BelGareth
Mostly confused, but seeing where the elemtnal thing was forming up, he continued his attacks, hoping, praying that  something  would for them.

 
 Spoiler 

ATTACK!
  Attack 1  - (1d20+12)[ 30 ] 
  Damage  - (1d10+7)[ 14 ] 
  Attack 2  - (1d20+7)[ 11 ] 
  Damage  - (1d10+7)[ 16 ] 

Mirumoto Niten, Ancestor (ranged touch)
  Soul blast  - (1d20+7)[ 24 ] 
  Damage  - (1d4+3)[ 4 ] 
   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 2
 Level  7  Init  3,  HP  61/61,  Speed  30
 AC  21  Touch  14   Flat-footed  18
 Fort  +9  Ref  +5  Will  +6
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition's  Fortification 25%, DR 1/-, Mantle of flame 1d6 fire on hit, Essentia 3
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [0/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects, Blade Guide, Eternal Training [1/1]
 speech:   008080 

Mirumoto Niten, Ancestor (Blade Guide)
Least Soulspark, Tiny Outsider (Lawful, Incarnum, Native)
 Hit Dice  2d8  Init  5,  HP  16/16,  Speed  20 ft., fly 30 ft. (perfect)
 AC  15  Touch  13  Flat-footed  14
 Fort  +5  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Stats  Str 10, Dex 13, Con 15, Int 6, Wis 13, Cha 13
 Condition's  Amorphous (immune to crits/sneak attack), DR 1/chaotic, Evasion
 Special 
 -Attack Bonus:  2/2; +1 bonus to-hit&amp;damage / Essentia
 -Deflection Bonus:  0/2; +1 deflection to AC / Essentia
 -Healing:  0/2; Fast healing 1 / Essentia
 -Saving Throw:  0/2; +1 resistance bonus / Essentia
 Attack:  Soul blast +5 ranged touch (1d4+1)
 Skills:  Diplomacy +3, Hide +14, Knowledge (history) +3, Listen +6, Move Silently +6, Sense Motive +6, Spot +6
 speech:   40E0D0 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 1/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 0/2 
 - 
 
  Soulspark Familiar 
 Blade guide Familiar 
 multiple options 
 2/2 
 - 
 
  
 
Auranghzeb
Onka futile slapping of the water elemental opens up Shimura's attack, his sword cutting true!

Leylek hits are innefective against the massive body of elemental water, his memory taking him to another wave, with the screams of his brothers in arms caught by the Kamikaze and darkness surrounding them!


 
 Spoiler: Attacks 
Elemental ****fs attacks to the guy doing damage. PA -4 vs Shimura  (1d20+13)[ 29 ]   (2d10+11)[ 20 ] 
 (1d20+13)[ 21 ]   (2d10+11)[ 26 ] 
 
BelGareth
As Shimura faced the swirling form of the water elemental, he felt a surge of uncertainty grip his heart. But standing beside him, his ancestor, Mirumoto Niten, emanated an aura of calm resolve.

 "Focus, Shimura,"  Niten's voice echoed in Shimura's mind, a steady presence amidst the chaos.  "The way of the blade is not just about strength, but also about precision and clarity of mind." 

Holding his katana with determination, Shimura nodded in acknowledgment, his grip steady despite the elemental's menacing presence.

With a graceful flourish, Niten stepped forward, his own blade shimmering with an ethereal light.  "Watch closely, Shimura,"  he said, his movements fluid and deliberate as he demonstrated the techniques of the Eternal Training.

As Niten engaged the water elemental in a mesmerizing dance of steel, Shimura studied his ancestor's every move, committing the intricate forms to memory.

With each strike and parry, Shimura felt his confidence grow, his movements mirroring Niten's with increasing precision. Together, they became a formidable duo, a harmonious blend of past and present.

As the battle raged on, Shimura found himself immersed in the flow of combat, his doubts and fears melting away in the heat of the moment. With Niten's guidance, he tapped into a reservoir of strength and skill he never knew he possessed.

 
 Spoiler 

Using Eternal Training: Extraplanar (elemental)

  Attack 1  - (1d20+14)[ 29 ] 
  Damage  - (1d10+9)[ 19 ] 
  Attack 2  - (1d20+9)[ 19 ] 
  Damage  - (1d10+9)[ 11 ] 

Mirumoto Niten, Ancestor (ranged touch)
  Soul blast  - (1d20+7)[ 10 ] 
  Damage  - (1d4+3)[ 5 ] 
   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 2
 Level  7  Init  3,  HP  42/61,  Speed  30
 AC  23  Touch  14   Flat-footed  18
 Fort  +9  Ref  +5  Will  +6
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition's  Fortification 25%, DR 1/-, Mantle of flame 1d6 fire on hit, Essentia 3
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [0/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects, Blade Guide, Eternal Training [0/1]
 speech:   008080 

Mirumoto Niten, Ancestor (Blade Guide)
Least Soulspark, Tiny Outsider (Lawful, Incarnum, Native)
 Hit Dice  2d8  Init  5,  HP  16/16,  Speed  20 ft., fly 30 ft. (perfect)
 AC  15  Touch  13  Flat-footed  14
 Fort  +5  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Stats  Str 10, Dex 13, Con 15, Int 6, Wis 13, Cha 13
 Condition's  Amorphous (immune to crits/sneak attack), DR 1/chaotic, Evasion
 Special 
 -Attack Bonus:  2/2; +1 bonus to-hit&amp;damage / Essentia
 -Deflection Bonus:  0/2; +1 deflection to AC / Essentia
 -Healing:  0/2; Fast healing 1 / Essentia
 -Saving Throw:  0/2; +1 resistance bonus / Essentia
 Attack:  Soul blast +5 ranged touch (1d4+1)
 Skills:  Diplomacy +3, Hide +14, Knowledge (history) +3, Listen +6, Move Silently +6, Sense Motive +6, Spot +6
 speech:   #DAA520 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 1/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 0/2 
 - 
 
  Soulspark Familiar 
 Blade guide Familiar 
 multiple options 
 2/2 
 - 
 
  
 
Alhallor
Flailing wildly didn't seem to work as well as the dancer hoped. He try'd to assert a bit more control, a bit more restraint to be able to hit the enemy while still swinging harder than normally. A swift jump-kick, combined with several palm-strikes to fling the water away from the spirit was the best Onka could think off.

 
 Spoiler: Attack against the elemental. 

Attack 1:  (1d20+7)[ 25 ] 
Damage 1:  (1d8+7)[ 14 ]  -2 to hit, +2 to Damage.
Attack 2:  (1d20+7)[ 19 ] 
Damage 2:  (1d8+7)[ 10 ]  -2 to hit, +2 to Damage.
Attack 3:  (1d20+7)[ 10 ] 
Damage 3:  (1d8+7)[ 8 ]  -2 to hit, +2 to Damage.
Attack 4:  (1d20+2)[ 20 ] 
Damage 4:  (1d8+7)[ 13 ]  -2 to hit, +2 to Damage.

+1 to hit and damage if the enemy has an Su.
+2 to hit if flanking is possible.
Finally declaring my dodge against the elemental for an AC of 28, thanks Cygnia!
 
Cygnia
Given the sheer power of the elder elemental, how were they meant to fight it?

    This was a  summoning .  Maybe we are not meant to defeat it, but to  survive  it.      Ahalyā remembered the lion she had called to aid her in that first battle against the Crab.  It did not stay forever -- it returned.  Eventually, so too would this elemental.

Eventually.

That was cold comfort.

   "O Ancestors, please grant my allies the strength to endure this battle then!"    cried Ahalyā, casting the blessing of  Mass Aid .

 
 Spoiler: Actions 

Both Ahalyā and Raksha declare their Dodge on the elemental.
Casting  Mass Aid :  +1 morale bonus on attack rolls and saves against fear effects, plus temporary hit points equal to  (1d8+7)[ 10 ] 
 
Metastachydium
The familiar vigour from the Shaman's spirits-given power warming his body, the Crane nods at the Vanara with an odd, but unmistakeable hint of appreciation coulouring his scowl. He would rather she fled when given the chance; but in her subtle way, she is a warrior. Steadfast.

As for himselfÂ… He could observe, and with ease, that how he fights and how the Dancer fights, for that matter, who has him beat at this game usually, does little, and with much effort; they need to follow the Samurai's lead.   Onkai san ! Strike harder, not more!   he shrieks through the walls of the vortex as he barrels back with a prting kick, seeking to gain some space to come down with speed at the enemy from.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Alright, Angry Crane Power Kicking of Hard Farewells:  (1d20+9)[ 13 ]  (+1 Aid, -2 Power Attack) for  (1d8+6)[ 12 ]  magical and Good bludgeoning,
 (1d20+4)[ 19 ]  for  (1d8+6)[ 9 ]  the same,
move action Tumble to above Q17,
and kinda Dodge, for an AC of 21.
 
Auranghzeb
Onka jumps into the water and finds the right angles to hit the creature as if he could see the vital spots of the extraplanar creature hitting three times with extreme precision.

Shimura calls into his ancestral training and his eyes are open to a new understanding of how to land blows with his sacred Katana, the waters part as a living wound as the Katana strikes twice.

Ahalya's magic provides a boost and encourages to attack further knowing that the spirits protect you!


Still numbed by the painful memories of the Kamikaze, Leylek's attacks can't find the speed needed to damage the ever shaping body of water.


The elemental compresses it's mass into a tall column that whips Shimura first and then Onka like the quick falling log of a cut tree! It no longer seeks precision, only power and destruction like a savage wolverine mother backed to a corner!

 
 Spoiler: Attacks 
PA 7 vs Shimura  (1d20+10)[ 29 ]  [roll] 2d10+14[/roll]
PA 7 vs Onka  (1d20+10)[ 27 ]  [roll] 2d10+14[/roll]
 
Auranghzeb
The first lashing of the water column hits Shimura like falling rock, dislodging him from the ground and almost ripping his Katana from his numb hands.

 
 Spoiler: Damage 
 (2d10+14)[ 25 ] 
 
Alhallor
Nearly in trance Onka slipped away from the strike of the water elemental like a flowing stream, he only nodded to the advice of the crane-warrior and continued his assault with heavy open-palm strikes to get more water away from the elemental. His breathing was controlled and even the flowing water kinda helped cooling of his body.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Attack 1:  (1d20+12)[ 30 ] 
Damage 1:  (1d8+7)[ 11 ]  -2 to hit +2 damage.

Attack 2:  (1d20+12)[ 27 ] 
Damage 2:  (1d8+7)[ 8 ]  -2 to hit +2 damage.

Attack 3:  (1d20+7)[ 19 ] 
Damage 3:  (1d8+7)[ 10 ]  -2 to hit +2 damage.

all to hit bonuses factored in.
 
Cygnia
   "Raksha, I need you.  To Master Shimura!"    Ahalyā stroked the wolf's cheek, converting the power of one of her  Bull's Strength  spells to  Cure Moderate Wounds .  The samurai couldn't risk another deadly hit like that.

Raksha growled softly in response, not liking the entire situation at all.  Still, the wolf rushed over to Shimura to deliver the healing -- hopefully, it would be in time!

 
 Spoiler: Actions 

Both Raksha and Ahalyā declare their Dodge on Water Boy.
COLD WET NOSE OF CURE MODERATE WOUNDS~! on Shimura
 (2d8+7)[ 16 ] 
 
BelGareth
Shimura is knocked around like a rag doll, he barely manages to keep his grip on his weapons, gritting his teeth, he furrowed his brow and tensed as he was buffeting around like a leaf in the wind, except this was more like a grain of sand in a storm.

He felt something after being knocked flat, managing to catch himself under his feat, a healing hand soothes the bruised bones, and other internal injuries.

Raising back to both of his feet, water dripping off him, the small glibe of light pulsed, diminishing as a halo of fire erupted around him and then he struck back.

 
 Spoiler 

Temp HP, damage, &amp; healing brings me back to 43 hp's
Swift adjust essentia (from soulspark to mantle of flames)

  Attack 1  - (1d20+14)[ 26 ] 
  Damage  - (1d10+9)[ 15 ] 
  Attack 2  - (1d20+9)[ 13 ] 
  Damage  - (1d10+9)[ 10 ] 
  Sizzle Damage  - (1d6)[ 4 ]  (fire damage if hit) forgot to add 2d6 after reassigning essentia, rolled in discord for a total of  10 Sizzle damage 
   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 2
 Level  7  Init  3,  HP  43/61,  Speed  30
 AC  23  Touch  14   Flat-footed  18
 Fort  +9  Ref  +5  Will  +6
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition's  Fortification 25%, DR 1/-, Mantle of flame 3d6 fire on hit, Essentia 3
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [0/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects, Blade Guide, Eternal Training [0/1]
 speech:   008080 

Mirumoto Niten, Ancestor (Blade Guide)
Least Soulspark, Tiny Outsider (Lawful, Incarnum, Native)
 Hit Dice  2d8  Init  5,  HP  16/16,  Speed  20 ft., fly 30 ft. (perfect)
 AC  15  Touch  13  Flat-footed  14
 Fort  +5  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Stats  Str 10, Dex 13, Con 15, Int 6, Wis 13, Cha 13
 Condition's  Amorphous (immune to crits/sneak attack), DR 1/chaotic, Evasion
 Special 
 -Attack Bonus:  0/2; +1 bonus to-hit&amp;damage / Essentia
 -Deflection Bonus:  0/2; +1 deflection to AC / Essentia
 -Healing:  0/2; Fast healing 1 / Essentia
 -Saving Throw:  0/2; +1 resistance bonus / Essentia
 Attack:  Soul blast +5 ranged touch (1d4+1)
 Skills:  Diplomacy +3, Hide +14, Knowledge (history) +3, Listen +6, Move Silently +6, Sense Motive +6, Spot +6
 speech:   #DAA520 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 1/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 2/2 
 - 
 
  Soulspark Familiar 
 Blade guide Familiar 
 multiple options 
 0/2 
 - 
 
  
 
Metastachydium
Leylek, in the air above is not struck this time; not his body, at least. But he can see their enemy rise up like a serpent, a death worm of the deserts, but of water and come down on his own. He can almost feel the impact, in his bones. He is tired. The memory of  those  waves and vortices and wind, it swirls ever more vividly in his mind. And the memory of that cold sensation, not indifference, but not even despair: that Fate will have its way and he'll suffer for it, what decended upon him when he tried to soar away, drenched and heavy with the wind of the kami all around… It is close. He knows it.

And yet! Down in the gloom, broken only by the soul-light, Shimura- sama  stands once more and brings fire against the darkness and fire against the waves, the Shaman standing firm in the glow of flames and the Dancer fighting on. Yes… Fate  will  have its way, as it always has. But they fight as they are given to fight; and so shall Leylek Saksaghan. He turns in the air and comes down, with an irate cry and all his weight behind her clenched talons.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

So… Full-round charge, ten feet down, Power Attacking for two points:  (1d20+10)[ 16 ]  for  (1d8+6)[ 11 ]  and  (1d12)[ 12 ]  Flying kick;
free action move back up 5' (Cobra Straps),
and hope for the best.

Still Dodging against the water thing for AC 19.
 
Auranghzeb
The water rises again, but this time instead of a blunt weapon, it swirls and hisses before lashing at Shimura in the shape of a curtain of water trying to Drench the flames protecting the samurai!

 
 Spoiler: Drench attempt 
Touch attach  (1d20+17)[ 36 ]  Dispel Magical Fire (unshape meld)  (1d20+16)[ 23 ] 
 
Alhallor
Onka moved with the water, bobbing and weaving, the rising water seems more to help him understanding this new enemy then hindering him. When the elemental showered Shimura-niisan the dancer jumped out of the water, hanging in the air for a fleeting moment, when his foot came crashing down unto the mass of water, he quickly pulled back and gave the elemental two more furrious palm strikes, each attack underlayed with ragged breath.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Attack 1:  (1d20+10)[ 19 ] 
Damage 1:  (1d8+11)[ 19 ]  -5 to hit +5 damage due to PA.

Attack 2: [ROLL] (1d20+13)[ 32 ] 
Damage 2:  (1d8+7)[ 8 ]  -2 to hit +2 damage due to PA.

Attack 3:  (1d20+8)[ 19 ] 
Damage 3:  (1d8+7)[ 10 ]  -2 to hit +2 damage due to PA.

Just realized that if I use Flurry of Blows instead of Two-Weapon fighting I only get -1 to attacks instead of -2.
 
Metastachydium
Hissing a tempest of curses under his breath, Leylek can feel his weight was indeed behind his strike – even as it sinks uselessly into a cloud of emptt vapour, with no foe underneath to suffer for it. The enemy is elsewhere, dousing the halo that burned around Shimura- sama  a mere moment ago. BUt it doesn't matter: he could still see what he saw. It is not yet over.

With resolute wingbeats, he climbs once more, to prepare for another run.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

With the Cobra Steps 5' flight, the bird cannot attack right now, but he can now get out of reach with a single Tumbling withdraw:  (1d20+14)[ 33 ] .

Next round the charm, maybe? Until then, Dodging some more for AC 21.
 
Cygnia
Shimura had armor, the birb had his wings.

Raksha glanced over towards her mistress on the rock outcropping.  She appeared safe...for now.  So, the wolf tried her best to distract the uncaring waters in order to protect Onka.  It seemed as good a plan as any.

Meanwhile, Ahalyā seemed torn by indecision on what to do next.  At least, Shimura seemed well for the time being, though the elemental doused the samurai's fiery wreath.     Will each of these Sisters 'test' us in kind then should we survive this?   
 
 Spoiler: Actions 

Both Raksha and Ahalyā declare their Dodge on Water Boy.

Raksha will try to Aid Another to +2 Onka's AC (DC10)
 (1d20+3)[ 9 ] 

Ahalyā defaults to Total Defense this round.
 
BelGareth
Shimuras world goes dark as the water attempts to stiffle him, water was everywhere all at once, he couldn't breathe, he could barely move, for a moment, panic over took him, his training fled like a small child afraid of the storm.

But then he heard the small calm voice and steadied himself, he readied for the oncoming physical pain, but when he opened his eyes, there was none, his halo of fire had been engulfed and extinguished.

 Ok then , he thought, the hard way it is.

 
 Spoiler 

Swift to reorder essentia
1 into Mirumoto Niten dragonmark for a total of 2
1 into Soulspark Familiar:saving throw for a total of 1

  Attack 1  - (1d20+15)[ 18 ] 
  Damage  - (1d10+9)[ 18 ] 
  Attack 2  - (1d20+10)[ 16 ] 
  Damage  - (1d10+9)[ 15 ] 
   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 2
 Level  7  Init  3,  HP  43/61,  Speed  30
 AC  23  Touch  14   Flat-footed  18
 Fort  +9  Ref  +5  Will  +6
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition's  Fortification 25%, DR 2/-, Mantle of flame 3d6 fire on hit[ UNSHAPED ], Essentia 3
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [0/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects, Blade Guide, Eternal Training [0/1], Mass Aid (+1 morale to hit &amp; fear)
 speech:   008080 

Mirumoto Niten, Ancestor (Blade Guide)
Least Soulspark, Tiny Outsider (Lawful, Incarnum, Native)
 Hit Dice  2d8  Init  5,  HP  16/16,  Speed  20 ft., fly 30 ft. (perfect)
 AC  15  Touch  13  Flat-footed  14
 Fort  +5  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Stats  Str 10, Dex 13, Con 15, Int 6, Wis 13, Cha 13
 Condition's  Amorphous (immune to crits/sneak attack), DR 1/chaotic, Evasion
 Special 
 -Attack Bonus:  0/2; +1 bonus to-hit&amp;damage / Essentia
 -Deflection Bonus:  0/2; +1 deflection to AC / Essentia
 -Healing:  0/2; Fast healing 1 / Essentia
 -Saving Throw:  1/2; +1 resistance bonus / Essentia
 Attack:  Soul blast +5 ranged touch (1d4+1)
 Skills:  Diplomacy +3, Hide +14, Knowledge (history) +3, Listen +6, Move Silently +6, Sense Motive +6, Spot +6
 speech:   #DAA520 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 2/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame[UNSHAPED] 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 0/2 
 - 
 
  Soulspark Familiar 
 Blade guide Familiar 
 multiple options 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  
 
Auranghzeb
 Lesson IV: Be Humble 

Even the sharpest blade cannot cut through everything. You have decided to stay and stand with those signaled by the Yama Uba, now you must be humbled.

The Elemental retaliates with a crushing punch, slamming Shimura against the rocky floor below, breaking bones and breaking his will.
Cygnia
   No!   

Ahalyā's eyes widened in horror as another aquatic slam knocked Shimura down.  She felt helpless....

...and yet, somewhere her mind whirred, trying to find some sort of weakness in this foe.  If they could apply their strikes better, somehow push it apart...

...the shaman frantically chattered her suggestions to the rest of her companions.

 
 Spoiler: Actions 


Both Raksha and Ahalyā declare their Dodge on Water Boy.
 (1d20+14)[ 22 ]  Dark Knowledge Tactics (DC15 -- Know: Planes + Collector of Stories {Tactics: The archivist knows the general combat behaviors of creatures of that race, granting his allies a +1 bonus to attack rolls made against them. If the archivist succeeds on his Knowledge check by 10 or more, then this bonus increases to +2. If the archivist succeeds on his Knowledge check by 20 or more, then this bonus increases to +3.})

Raksha attempts to Aid Another +2 for Onka's AC (DC10)
 (1d20+3)[ 7 ] 
 
Alhallor
Shimura get's battered again while the lithe dancer evades another strike, but Onka didn't feel immaculate, he failed in protecting Shimura by not bringing down they're adversary. He focused, jumping out of the water again, trying to bait the water spirit into attacking him but retaliating brutally with fist and foot when he does.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Attack 1:  (1d20+14)[ 16 ] 
Damage 1:  (1d8+8)[ 13 ]  -2 to hit +2 damage due to PA.

Attack 2:  (1d20+14)[ 19 ] 
Damage 2:  (1d8+8)[ 14 ]  -2 to hit +2 damage due to PA.

Attack 3:  (1d20+9)[ 21 ] 
Damage 3:  (1d8+8)[ 14 ]  -2 to hit +2 damage due to PA.

Dark Knowledge is included.
 
BelGareth
Shimura is suddenly pummeled into the water, and through it, the rush of the bubbles streaming past him in a rush to get to the surface forewarned him of the impending stop, the bubbles screamed like little fish trying to warm him of the coming pain.

And there it was, he smacked against the rocky ground, his vision flashed in an instant, turning from complete blackness to a sharp white, and then back again. For a moment, he panicked, letting water in his mouth, and down his throat, his weapons almost fell, but then he gripped them, consciousness and training coming to the forefront, he rolled, and gathered himself on solid ground, pushing off, he emerged from the water like a beaten and battered warrior of old to do battle with his nemesis, he was like a battle dragon coming froth from his layer to spread doom and death with his claws.

Not deterred, he kept battling the elemental, slashing, and striking like a whirlwind of steel and blades.

 
 Spoiler 

LETS DO THIS!
Law devotion, -3 PA

  Attack 1  - (1d20+17)[ 24 ] 
  Damage  - (1d10+12)[ 14 ] 
  Attack 2  - (1d20+12)[ 26 ] 
  Damage  - (1d10+12)[ 13 ] 
   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 2
 Level  7  Init  3,  HP  43/61,  Speed  30
 AC  23  Touch  14   Flat-footed  18
 Fort  +9  Ref  +5  Will  +6
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition's  Fortification 25%, DR 2/-, Mantle of flame 3d6 fire on hit[ UNSHAPED ], Law devotion [1/10]
 Special  Law devotion [0/1], Belt of Healing [0/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects, Blade Guide, Eternal Training [0/1], Mass Aid (+1 morale to hit &amp; fear), Essentia 3
 speech:   008080 

Mirumoto Niten, Ancestor (Blade Guide)
Least Soulspark, Tiny Outsider (Lawful, Incarnum, Native)
 Hit Dice  2d8  Init  5,  HP  16/16,  Speed  20 ft., fly 30 ft. (perfect)
 AC  15  Touch  13  Flat-footed  14
 Fort  +5  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Stats  Str 10, Dex 13, Con 15, Int 6, Wis 13, Cha 13
 Condition's  Amorphous (immune to crits/sneak attack), DR 1/chaotic, Evasion
 Special 
 -Attack Bonus:  0/2; +1 bonus to-hit&amp;damage / Essentia
 -Deflection Bonus:  0/2; +1 deflection to AC / Essentia
 -Healing:  0/2; Fast healing 1 / Essentia
 -Saving Throw:  1/2; +1 resistance bonus / Essentia
 Attack:  Soul blast +5 ranged touch (1d4+1)
 Skills:  Diplomacy +3, Hide +14, Knowledge (history) +3, Listen +6, Move Silently +6, Sense Motive +6, Spot +6
 speech:   #DAA520 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 2/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame[UNSHAPED] 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 0/2 
 - 
 
  Soulspark Familiar 
 Blade guide Familiar 
 multiple options 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  
 
Auranghzeb
It is a combination of the dancer's valor and the samurai's determination what finallly breaks down the elemental and dismisses it to its native plane. The cave falls into an eerie silence only broken by the slight but constant sound of the tide coming up, like a soft soft wave.


Upon the solid surface of the cave, the bodies of the dead and beheaded samurais lay silent. Their gear still intact, their weapons broken except for a black steel naginata with purple veins in the blade and a red demonic samurai mask. One of the fallen samurais is wearing an armor that matches that mask, on his person you found a couple more items.

 
 Spoiler: Loot 
Ya'll deserve some loot.
+1 Druchite Naginata of Brutal Surge: This is not made of steel, but of druchite, a material from realities unknown to any of you. against creatures that rely on darkvision, its enhancement bonus is +2 higher.

 
 Spoiler: Mask of Mockery 
Mask of Mockery: This devilish mask covers the nose and mouth of a creature with a devil's mouth grinning and showing two fangs. Basic Effect: +2 Profane bonus to Bluff, Perform and UMD. Tainted Effect: If the wearer of the mask is tainted, the mask gives a +1 Profane to attack and damage per point of Taint.
Binding effect: If the wearer can bind vestiges, she can choose to supress one of the vestige's granted abilities and instead gain the following:
--With just the faintest edge of dark energies, you can afflict your victims with a word-eating curse. Make a melee attack. If it hits, it deals weapon damage as normal, and the target must succeed at a Will save (DC 11 + charisma) or take a Â–4 penalty on language-based skill checks and suffer a 25% chance of failure when casting spells (including divine spells) with a verbal component for a number of rounds equal to your initiator level. In addition, a struck target becomes cursed for a number of rounds equal to 1/2 your character level, regardless of whether or not it succeeded on its save
This ability is usable 1/encounter.

Essentia Effect: +2 to bluff, perform and UMD per essentia invested.
Soul Bound effect: If a character has the ability to bind soulmelds to the brow slot, they can bind the mask. The character gains at will use of Tasha's hideous laughter DC 11+Wisdom Score.
 



Eagle claw talisman

Devastation gauntlets
 


head, the cave opens into a maze of rock and three roots, but at least it seems to slope away from the sea and into the heart of the mountain. What do you do?
Alhallor
When the mighty water spirit falls down in of itself, Onka punches the water some more, just to make sure it's really defeated, then his head whips over to shimura.

 Shimura-san? Are you alright? I have a potion somewhere...  Onka offers one of his healing potions to Shimura and looks him over.

 I thank you deeply to standing at mine and Leylek's side despite... Whatever has tainted us. 

After the talk with Shimura Onka looks over the things that surfaced from the crabs.

 We'll probably make better use of these things, then the crab did, but let's get out first. 

Onka has no qualms looting the usable equipment of the fallen samurai, though he currently doesn't take anything for himself, it's more important to get out, now that the way out of the watery grave seems clear.
BelGareth
Shimura's primal shout of aggression slowly dissipated into the cave system, as it reverberated and lost power as it went. The water calmed.

The water  calmed 

He looked around, and saw no threats, his muscles still twitched, tenses ready for something, but nothing came. He slowly relaxed, and just slowly knelt down into the shallow water, completely exhausted.

He mutely nodded to Onka and takes the potion, drinking it.

 
 Spoiler 

Shimura is SPENT, only has his anklets for anything special, other than that, just regular attacks.

Assuming Potion of CMW
  Heal  - (2d8+3)[ 11 ] 
   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 2
 Level  7  Init  3,  HP  61/61,  Speed  30
 AC  23  Touch  14   Flat-footed  18
 Fort  +9  Ref  +5  Will  +6
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition's  Fortification 25%, DR 2/-, Mantle of flame 3d6 fire on hit[ UNSHAPED ]
 Special  Law devotion [0/1], Belt of Healing [0/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects, Blade Guide, Eternal Training [0/1], Essentia 3
 speech:   008080 

Mirumoto Niten, Ancestor (Blade Guide)
Least Soulspark, Tiny Outsider (Lawful, Incarnum, Native)
 Hit Dice  2d8  Init  5,  HP  16/16,  Speed  20 ft., fly 30 ft. (perfect)
 AC  15  Touch  13  Flat-footed  14
 Fort  +5  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Stats  Str 10, Dex 13, Con 15, Int 6, Wis 13, Cha 13
 Condition's  Amorphous (immune to crits/sneak attack), DR 1/chaotic, Evasion
 Special 
 -Attack Bonus:  0/2; +1 bonus to-hit&amp;damage / Essentia
 -Deflection Bonus:  0/2; +1 deflection to AC / Essentia
 -Healing:  0/2; Fast healing 1 / Essentia
 -Saving Throw:  1/2; +1 resistance bonus / Essentia
 Attack:  Soul blast +5 ranged touch (1d4+1)
 Skills:  Diplomacy +3, Hide +14, Knowledge (history) +3, Listen +6, Move Silently +6, Sense Motive +6, Spot +6
 speech:   #DAA520 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 2/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame[UNSHAPED] 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 0/2 
 - 
 
  Soulspark Familiar 
 Blade guide Familiar 
 multiple options 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  
 
Cygnia
Ahalyā quickly hopped off the rock in relief and splashed over to Shimura.  She carefully touched him, giving him the blessing of fast healing. Whatever potion he quaffed would not be enough.  She shook her head sadly, trying to reassure herself that the elemental was not dead, merely sent back to wherever the  yama-uba  had summoned it from.

   "O spirits, may these fallen be sent to their eternal oblivion and no more curse this world with their presence..."    Ahalyā murmured, gesturing to the bodies of the Crab.  Would that they had the time to properly take care of these corpses!     "And may we be able to meet with the next Sisters in safety."   
 
 Spoiler: Actions 

Burning a Turn to activate Healing Devotion on Shimura.  Fast Healing 2 for 1 minute (so, healed for 20 HP after a minute)
 
Metastachydium
Leylek, just about to come down with a thunderous kick once more can't fail to notice the commotion below has died down, all tension quickly fading away. A fight born of his errors concludes; and he barely fought in it, with less success yet. He lands softly in the water and looks away, frowning wordlessly at first.

He takes a few, tired steps towards the dry patch of ground at the base of the tunnel and only then does he let loose a low, hissing sigh.   I was sent along to find the way for you.   he says slowly.   And I found a trap for you my past faults made a battle ground. Shimura- sama . Mistress Ahalyā. I thank you for saving Onka- san , at your own peril and in my stead. If your trust in me is broken, I understand.   His hand passes briefly over a stone on his belt.   If any of you requires healing, this is the first I used my belt today. In all else…   the sentence is eft hanging unfinished in the air. The Crane merely shakes his head and looks ahead, ready to go.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Belt:  (2d8)[ 8 ] 
 
Alhallor
With Alhalya's might Shimura seemed at least to be a little bit better.

The dancer get's towards the crane, trying to check himself how he feels.  I'm... Mostly fine?  The dancer says, kinda surprised himself. He remembered about his dream, where he was a river, he did mimic the movement of the mighty water spirit and it seemed that did helped him get out of that situation better than when he didn't.

Onka was at a loss for words how he could lift Leylek's spirits, for now they should get away from the sea, before the water was really rising too much for them.
Cygnia
Once more, the dark side of honour flared up as the crane warrior verbally flagellated himself.  Such self-inflicted wounds of the soul were beyond the shaman's magicks.     "Your regent trusted you for this mission, Master Leylek.  Surely, his judgement in what you are capable of is worthwhile..."    Ahalyā began gently.     "And we would be lost without you in these caverns."   

She shot a look of concern towards the tainted mask.

   "As much as I loathe bringing that mask with us, I fear what its influence might do to the  yama-uba  if it is allowed to stay."   
BelGareth
After the potion, he is a little more awake, it must of had caffe in it or something. He stood up, and slowly walked over to LeyLek, tenderly placing a hand upon their back.
 
 "There is nothing broken between us, this day, these...events, they are testing us all."   his face becomes a mask of pain as he recalls the previous days events, where he had  attacked  his allies, it was just for a moment,  "Do not wallow too long dear friend, we may need your talents."  he says the last part to everyone.

  "Come, let us take what we may and move on, I do not wish to linger here any longer"  

A poem sprang to Shimura's mind as they followed the winding passage out, and he softly recited it:
 
 "In shadows we dwell,
Where honor may quell.
Through trials we're pressed,
Our hearts put to test.

Though oaths may bend,
Our spirits don't end.
In darkness, we find,
Strength intertwined.

With wounds unseen,
And regrets keen,
We rise from the fray,
To face another day."  
 
 Spoiler 

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 2
 Level  7  Init  3,  HP  61/61,  Speed  30
 AC  23  Touch  14   Flat-footed  18
 Fort  +9  Ref  +5  Will  +6
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition's  Fortification 25%, DR 2/-, Mantle of flame 3d6 fire on hit[ UNSHAPED ]
 Special  Law devotion [0/1], Belt of Healing [0/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects, Blade Guide, Eternal Training [0/1], Essentia 3
 speech:   008080 

Mirumoto Niten, Ancestor (Blade Guide)
Least Soulspark, Tiny Outsider (Lawful, Incarnum, Native)
 Hit Dice  2d8  Init  5,  HP  16/16,  Speed  20 ft., fly 30 ft. (perfect)
 AC  15  Touch  13  Flat-footed  14
 Fort  +5  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Stats  Str 10, Dex 13, Con 15, Int 6, Wis 13, Cha 13
 Condition's  Amorphous (immune to crits/sneak attack), DR 1/chaotic, Evasion
 Special 
 -Attack Bonus:  0/2; +1 bonus to-hit&amp;damage / Essentia
 -Deflection Bonus:  0/2; +1 deflection to AC / Essentia
 -Healing:  0/2; Fast healing 1 / Essentia
 -Saving Throw:  1/2; +1 resistance bonus / Essentia
 Attack:  Soul blast +5 ranged touch (1d4+1)
 Skills:  Diplomacy +3, Hide +14, Knowledge (history) +3, Listen +6, Move Silently +6, Sense Motive +6, Spot +6
 speech:   #DAA520 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 2/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame[UNSHAPED] 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 0/2 
 - 
 
  Soulspark Familiar 
 Blade guide Familiar 
 multiple options 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  
 
Metastachydium
Even the dour Crane's stern face and mood mellows somewhat at the words. He bows himself, simply and curtly.   That is more confidence than I would dare ask for. I will strive to make it feel better earned. Thank you.   he says, with equal simplicity.   Let us move, then.   he enters the tunnel, his steps cautious.   If you can spare Raksha, I'd have her by my side; we'll need your light still Shimura- sama , if hopefully not for much longer. Onka- san : if you'd watch our rear…  
Cygnia
Raksha already began padding over to the crane warrior even before Ahalyā gave the nod.  The wolf was eager to leave this place of wet and death.  Shimura finally looked healthy enough for the shaman's concerns, but it would be best to make sure Leylek was a little bit more healed up just in case.  Ahalyā activated a charge from her Healing Belt and gently touched him.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

7 minutes on the Mass Aid &amp; Shield of Faith -- don't know how much of that is gone yet.
 

 
 Spoiler: Action 

1 healing belt charge on Leylek is...

 (2d8)[ 11 ] 
 
Metastachydium
Healed once more, Leylek bows his neck again and advances into the tunnel at last, leaning forward and stepping lightly. Ready for all.   Raksha.   he says softly to the wolf.   I sense a current flowing our way and it is no sea air. But it is faint; I will need a better nose to follow it well. Help me lead us back to the sunlight.  
Auranghzeb
As you ascend through the maze of caves and grottos, these transform into cavern with earthy ground, and moss growing in the rocks, strong roots grasp the rocks and feed from the moist. The moist penetrates your nostrils with an intense tinge. The smells are those of a deep wood, and soon the soil itself reminds you more and more of that of a forest; thick with moss and earth in patches around the pointy rocks and stalagmites.

The ascent takes you several hours, often backtracking even if Leylek has a better feeling of this zone than he did in the underground before.
You don't feel alone, the roots, they seem to move ever slightly and shift, the rush under the ground and up again.

Finally, you come across a ledge that opens to a hidden valley six miles wide for what you can estimate, behind the cliffs that wall the island and then you face a winding road through crooked thin tall trees. In the distance, under a misty fog, you spot a huge tree with horizontal branches extending hundreds of feet. below, the crooked trees grow under a heavy damp myst and the crows caw.
BelGareth
Shimura is silent most of the way, guiding the party with his light when needed, and dismissing the strange orb when light became a steady assumption.

He looked around as the floor became mossy, and the air damp, a raised eyebrow was the only indication he saw any movement on the ground, having noted it and seeing nothing was needed, he moved on. Once at the opening he scanned the area and sighed a deep sigh, filling his lungs with the fresh air from the forest before them.

  "It is good we are on dry land again, I fear I am not a sailor, and my legs will never become like that of the sea."  

Peering at the large tree in the distance   "I think that may be where we need to go."   stating the obvious.

 
 Spoiler 

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 2
 Level  7  Init  3,  HP  61/61,  Speed  30
 AC  23  Touch  14   Flat-footed  18
 Fort  +9  Ref  +5  Will  +6
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition's  Fortification 25%, DR 2/-, Mantle of flame 3d6 fire on hit[ UNSHAPED ]
 Special  Law devotion [0/1], Belt of Healing [0/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects, Blade Guide, Eternal Training [0/1], Essentia 3
 speech:   008080 

Mirumoto Niten, Ancestor (Blade Guide)
Least Soulspark, Tiny Outsider (Lawful, Incarnum, Native)
 Hit Dice  2d8  Init  5,  HP  16/16,  Speed  20 ft., fly 30 ft. (perfect)
 AC  15  Touch  13  Flat-footed  14
 Fort  +5  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Stats  Str 10, Dex 13, Con 15, Int 6, Wis 13, Cha 13
 Condition's  Amorphous (immune to crits/sneak attack), DR 1/chaotic, Evasion
 Special 
 -Attack Bonus:  0/2; +1 bonus to-hit&amp;damage / Essentia
 -Deflection Bonus:  0/2; +1 deflection to AC / Essentia
 -Healing:  0/2; Fast healing 1 / Essentia
 -Saving Throw:  1/2; +1 resistance bonus / Essentia
 Attack:  Soul blast +5 ranged touch (1d4+1)
 Skills:  Diplomacy +3, Hide +14, Knowledge (history) +3, Listen +6, Move Silently +6, Sense Motive +6, Spot +6
 speech:   #DAA520 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 2/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame[UNSHAPED] 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 0/2 
 - 
 
  Soulspark Familiar 
 Blade guide Familiar 
 multiple options 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  
 
Metastachydium
  Indeed.   Leylek narrows his eyes, swallowing what would have been a sigh of relief all too undignified.   And a clear path presents itself to us, even.   he adds. A rather bemusing sight, given what they were given to endure so far. He looks around slowly, intently. For  trouble . He has seen the roots move, just as the Samurai did.   Perhaps too clear.  
 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Perception:  (1d20+10)[ 16 ] 
 
Alhallor
Onka follows the others, guarding the rear as told. Hope presented itself in the shape of a forest when they finally got out of that accursed cave. Onka sits down for a moment after the hours of trecking through the cave, they obviously still had some ways to go but this time they even had a clear path before them.

The doubts of Leylek doesn't sit well with the dancer but it was probably better to still be on the lookout, with one sister kinda bested it would stand to reason that the others wanted a piece too.

And they could still be eaten.

 We will not fall, we will not disappear... 

Having gotten a bit resolve back, Onka stood up again.

 Let's keep going, we shouldn't be too late for the fishers to came get us back. 
 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Perception:  (1d20+10)[ 27 ] 
 
Cygnia
The empathic link between shaman and wolf went both ways.

And, so it was that Raksha sensed Ahalyā's discomfort.  Dashing back towards her with concern, she whimpered     "...Mistress...?"    
   "S-s-so many spirits around us..."    Ahalyā managed to get out, eyes wide in awe?  Yes, more awe, but some fear as well.     "...the trees, the very land and air too!  Ohhhh, be aware, my friends, be aware!"   
Auranghzeb
You move with care and awareness into the misty woods, there, about fifty yards into the forest, you  find more dead crab samurai, four bodies broken and intertwined with the roots of the trees. The roots are predatory! feeding from the dead bodies and absorbing them slowly, but the roots ignore you, bearers of the amulet.

Above and between the branches, the crows observe you, impassive.

Yo are walking towards the heart of the crooked trees approaching the large tree in the center of the meadow.

Onka notices that all the roots of all the trees are one, as if every tree was just part of a larger organism.
BelGareth
Having sheathed his weapons, Shimura walked at a steady pace, and was studying everything as they went. Once they found the dead crab Samurai, he moved through them slowly, inspecting the bodies, and staying out of the way of the roots. He frowned, dead Samurai were one thing, even from a sworn enemy who have skirted everything you know to be good, is one thing, but moving through and seeing them caused Shimura to quieten up.

Those were his people, regardless of their liege lord, he could have been one.

He walks somberly as the others lead the way.

 
 Spoiler 

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 2
 Level  7  Init  3,  HP  61/61,  Speed  30
 AC  23  Touch  14   Flat-footed  18
 Fort  +9  Ref  +5  Will  +6
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition's  Fortification 25%, DR 2/-, Mantle of flame 3d6 fire on hit[ UNSHAPED ]
 Special  Law devotion [0/1], Belt of Healing [0/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects, Blade Guide, Eternal Training [0/1], Essentia 3
 speech:   008080 

Mirumoto Niten, Ancestor (Blade Guide)
Least Soulspark, Tiny Outsider (Lawful, Incarnum, Native)
 Hit Dice  2d8  Init  5,  HP  16/16,  Speed  20 ft., fly 30 ft. (perfect)
 AC  15  Touch  13  Flat-footed  14
 Fort  +5  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Stats  Str 10, Dex 13, Con 15, Int 6, Wis 13, Cha 13
 Condition's  Amorphous (immune to crits/sneak attack), DR 1/chaotic, Evasion
 Special 
 -Attack Bonus:  0/2; +1 bonus to-hit&amp;damage / Essentia
 -Deflection Bonus:  0/2; +1 deflection to AC / Essentia
 -Healing:  0/2; Fast healing 1 / Essentia
 -Saving Throw:  1/2; +1 resistance bonus / Essentia
 Attack:  Soul blast +5 ranged touch (1d4+1)
 Skills:  Diplomacy +3, Hide +14, Knowledge (history) +3, Listen +6, Move Silently +6, Sense Motive +6, Spot +6
 speech:   #DAA520 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 2/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame[UNSHAPED] 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 0/2 
 - 
 
  Soulspark Familiar 
 Blade guide Familiar 
 multiple options 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  
 
Alhallor
Onka keeps guarding the rear, looking around fearfully, more dead samurai are really not reassuring and speaks of even more danger up ahead. How many did they lost on they're conquest of this small aisle just to exchange them for the horrible monsters they already faced?

The dancers eyes have been flitting from root to root a seemingly intangible mess. Just to keep his mind from wandering his eyes followed one root, who joined another, who joined another, who...

 This is all one giant plant! Not different ones. 

Onka wasn't sure how that knowledge could help, but it seemed important.
Cygnia
   "...amazing..."    murmured the shaman at the revelation.  For all the trees to coexist like this, as one entity.

Ahalyā did not share Shimura's discomfort towards the roots feeding upon the dead Crab.  It was what those of the natural world had to do in order to live.  One day (and may it be a very long time in coming), her own empty shell of a body would hopefully feed the animals and/or nourish the plants.  Indeed, her only concern was that whatever evil the Crab had in life had not passed on their taint in death to this great tree...
Metastachydium
Leylek's frown never leaves his feathery brow, not for a moment as the group proceeds along the footpath and into the strange spirit-woods. He still lacks much in the way of confidence that these spirits will not, despite apparently granting them the courtesy of a truce so far, turn against them, should his vigilance falter, or indeed even if it never does. The dead Crabs, perhaps slaughtered before the theft of the child, for carryibg the same sinister mark that is now within Onka and himself, only seem to reinforce that point.

To Onka's revelation, he merely nods, somberly. He has known patches of shrubs or many tufts of stiff grass sprout from the same, one root, and this might just be the same – if at a grand scale, this time, one he can barely comprehend. That is not good as feelings go, not here: he would, perhaps marvel at this being, walking as though within the living bowels of a giant at rest, of a body spread out over much ground, so much of it lying past what he can hope to see at once otherwise. But this giant is not asleep, or looked at: this giant is watching him and his, all its form a staring eye. For what reason: Fate only will tell.
Auranghzeb
The group walks through the clonal forest, more samurais lie half buried in the roots. This was a full on onslaught and these are the ones left behind.

Ahalya feels the wounds of the spiritual world and pays closer attention to the dark sap drying up where the crab blades hurt the tree(s). She can even hear the low frequency humming of a lament.

Protected by the talisman, you make your way closer to the large tree under which the canopy is dense and the light turns even so more ghostly. When you are about fifty yards from the tree, the road becomes impassable without stepping into the roots. Here, the cries of the tree are loud for ahalya, and barely audible for everyone else.

Ravens and crows, dozens of them, stare at you from branches all around.
Alhallor
Onka try'd to calm his nerves by reciting a short prayer, though nothing came to mind. He stepped over the tangled roots and they're was a slow humming, or perhaps a scream? That hang in the air, quietly building up, but nothing more than a faint buzzing to the dancers ears.

When the path got overgrown he looked at Alhalya for guidance, would the shaman know where to go?

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Knowledge: Arcana  (1d20+3)[ 11 ] 
Nature (Untrained)  (1d20+1)[ 9 ] 
 
Cygnia
   ...why...?   

The Crab had had a lead on them -- why go to this isle if they just wanted to escape with the scrolls?  But with so many bodies that had fallen in battle here, had the Crab attacked it first?  Or even assaulted it during their brazen raid on the regent's men?  And this 'child' that the  yama-uba  said the Crab had stolen from one of the Sisters -- what was their role in this tragedy?  Ahalyā shuddered, feeling the echo of suffering through the roots of the mighty tree.  She could not let such pain go untreated.

Drawing out the amulet, she bowed her head towards the roots.    "O noble tree and great guardian, you have endured so much in defense of your home against this evil.  Please permit me to try to ease some of your suffering..."   
 
 Spoiler: Rolls 

Yes, I am asking the tree for consent before putting my monkey hands upon it. ;)

 (1d20+10)[ 12 ]  Know: Nature
 (1d20+10)[ 13 ]  Know: Arcana
 
Auranghzeb
As Ahalya gestures to the tree with humble posture, The crows and ravens caw in a chorus and that cawing sounds like if they all were speaking at once with the same voice, the voice of a middle age woman with a note of pain.



 My sister does not speak in any language you can understand. And soon she will not speak in any language on this side of death.
She has been wounded by sword and by sorrow. The same sorrow that took my little sister's mind.
MY little sister thinks some of you are tainted, and yet the other three have helped you through.
Why are you here? Who gave you the bundle that hangs from your neck?
 
BelGareth
Shimura, having been quiet responds.

He begins with a deep bow, almost kneeling down, pausing a long while. A sing of the deepest respect.

Slowing standing back up, he speaks   "Honorable Great Sister, our greatest apologies for disturbing your sanctuary unbidden, we are immensely saddened by the death and destruction here. I assure you, we bring no such intent with us, perhaps even, the opposite. We carry with us the mantle of a great responsibility, we travel to return the  Great scrolls , so that balance can be returned. We hunt these crab Samurai, these  Ronin  and those who mislead them, those who led them to steal the scrolls."  
  "We encountered a village not far from here where the Ronin passed through on their way here, as we arrived, dark Oni attacked, we barely fended them off with the help of a Great Du-Qoc, who gave us this Amulet 'as a token for the sisters'"  

He pauses for a moment on the last question.

  "Great Sister, I cannot claim to speak on 'taint' or 'corruption', but I do know these, my companions, and I would give my life to protect them. They have proven to me their Valor in battle, their Compassion to the weak, and their Honor. They are my Kodomo Bushi and have my love and protection."  
 
 Spoiler 

  Diplomacy  - (1d20+12)[ 23 ] 
   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 2
 Level  7  Init  3,  HP  61/61,  Speed  30
 AC  23  Touch  14   Flat-footed  18
 Fort  +9  Ref  +5  Will  +6
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition's  Fortification 25%, DR 2/-, Mantle of flame 3d6 fire on hit[ UNSHAPED ]
 Special  Law devotion [0/1], Belt of Healing [0/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects, Blade Guide, Eternal Training [0/1], Essentia 3
 speech:   008080 

Mirumoto Niten, Ancestor (Blade Guide)
Least Soulspark, Tiny Outsider (Lawful, Incarnum, Native)
 Hit Dice  2d8  Init  5,  HP  16/16,  Speed  20 ft., fly 30 ft. (perfect)
 AC  15  Touch  13  Flat-footed  14
 Fort  +5  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Stats  Str 10, Dex 13, Con 15, Int 6, Wis 13, Cha 13
 Condition's  Amorphous (immune to crits/sneak attack), DR 1/chaotic, Evasion
 Special 
 -Attack Bonus:  0/2; +1 bonus to-hit&amp;damage / Essentia
 -Deflection Bonus:  0/2; +1 deflection to AC / Essentia
 -Healing:  0/2; Fast healing 1 / Essentia
 -Saving Throw:  1/2; +1 resistance bonus / Essentia
 Attack:  Soul blast +5 ranged touch (1d4+1)
 Skills:  Diplomacy +3, Hide +14, Knowledge (history) +3, Listen +6, Move Silently +6, Sense Motive +6, Spot +6
 speech:   #DAA520 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 2/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame[UNSHAPED] 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 0/2 
 - 
 
  Soulspark Familiar 
 Blade guide Familiar 
 multiple options 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  
 
Cygnia
   "We understand the  doc cu'o'c  did not aid us out of concern for the villagers we were defending..."    added Ahalyā, bowing her head deeply as well.    "...but to protect the land itself against the corruption the Crab had brought with them.  And, when the battle was over, 'twas when he requested we come here.  And he warned us of the that shadows are still crawling under the land, corroding and poisoning the roots. That war will come. And the waves will soon salt the soil.  And that you and your sisters could tell us how long we have."   

A somber pause.

   "And yet, the Crab have come here too to spread their misery.  Your younger sister of the water mentioned that the Crab stole a child here..."   
Auranghzeb
Shimura's voice is followed by a moment of silence, time seems to stop in the misty island.

Then Ahalya's mention of the child agitates the calm and the trees moan in pain with the ruffling of their leaves as the coil of a cobra.

The murder speaks:

  The Samurai you say to pursuit took my sister's child, our child: Kintaro, The child that can't be tainted. They came with resolve and tainted weapons that poisoned us. My sister cannot go back to her woman shape, she can only moan as a tree and there's nothing I can do to help her, her wounds are not healing and won't heal. I'm afraid her sadness is a killer. She breast fed Kintaro giving him the strength to resist taint.

The samurai were not alone, but they don't see the shadows that walk with them. Their resolve hides plans they don't seem to understand. What is their use? They who swore to guard the realm against the shadowlands when these grow under their footsteps and they don't see it?

What do they want? I cannot see! My dreams are obscured, I am an oracle without predictions. I might as well join my sister in dying.


  


From behind the branches of the large tree, a familiar voice hisses.


 They tainted roots
and brought ill fate
their heads will roll 
  We are now crones, we are now the hags the humans say we are. Kintaro isn't here no more, and thus we end this incarnation. But our deaths spell misfortune for all of you, and your don't play with the same cards. You will be fortunate if your death brings an end instead of shadows and torture. The Crab don't know what they are doing and they'll open the gates they need to shut.  
BelGareth
Shimura was having a hard time following the strange and cryptic words of the Sisters, he frowned and scratched his temple   "Can we go save your son?"   he blurts out, as if to his companions, but he forgot he was speaking to 3 deranged spirit sisters...

 
 Spoiler 

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 2
 Level  7  Init  3,  HP  61/61,  Speed  30
 AC  23  Touch  14   Flat-footed  18
 Fort  +9  Ref  +5  Will  +6
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition's  Fortification 25%, DR 2/-, Mantle of flame 3d6 fire on hit[ UNSHAPED ]
 Special  Law devotion [0/1], Belt of Healing [0/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects, Blade Guide, Eternal Training [0/1], Essentia 3
 speech:   008080 

Mirumoto Niten, Ancestor (Blade Guide)
Least Soulspark, Tiny Outsider (Lawful, Incarnum, Native)
 Hit Dice  2d8  Init  5,  HP  16/16,  Speed  20 ft., fly 30 ft. (perfect)
 AC  15  Touch  13  Flat-footed  14
 Fort  +5  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Stats  Str 10, Dex 13, Con 15, Int 6, Wis 13, Cha 13
 Condition's  Amorphous (immune to crits/sneak attack), DR 1/chaotic, Evasion
 Special 
 -Attack Bonus:  0/2; +1 bonus to-hit&amp;damage / Essentia
 -Deflection Bonus:  0/2; +1 deflection to AC / Essentia
 -Healing:  0/2; Fast healing 1 / Essentia
 -Saving Throw:  1/2; +1 resistance bonus / Essentia
 Attack:  Soul blast +5 ranged touch (1d4+1)
 Skills:  Diplomacy +3, Hide +14, Knowledge (history) +3, Listen +6, Move Silently +6, Sense Motive +6, Spot +6
 speech:   #DAA520 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 2/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame[UNSHAPED] 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 0/2 
 - 
 
  Soulspark Familiar 
 Blade guide Familiar 
 multiple options 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  
 
Metastachydium
Leylek's face can be hard to read; but a tired smile seems to alight on it as he first hears Shimura speak up; by the time the Sister is done talking, he has grown more sullen, never the less, aned merely tired.   I fear it is yes – and no, Shimura- sama .   he answers the sudden question of the Samurai just as suddenly.   Just as we can retrieve the scrolls; or we cannot.   His head remains bowed all along, and he turns, away from his companions, so that the Great Spirit knows he is talking to her.   So it is true, if you'll pardon my speaking.   he tells the crows, with a bitter frown.   It is true, in the darkest fashion. My People cherish war, Great Spirits, as do I. We hold it is as the rain. It measures men and realms and right and wrong, and washes away the dirt and the grime. When the sky clears after, then we see: who stands and how strong they stand. And now the sky is clouded.   he speaks on, the tone of his voiced hard to place, even for him. Is it anger? Fear? Contempt?   We came for counsel and you are blind. I tell you this, Great Spirit: you are in error. The Crab knows more than you realize. They rode with an Oni, and sent it against us. They could tell: no warrior mistakes an unshod beast for a warhorse. Their horses they slaughtered and performed rites; they rose as shadows. Their men brought gut-leeches to Kare, clad in armour. They see the shadows without well enough. And the shadows within…   the Crane's beak clacks shut for a moment with a violent noise.   You sepak of  taint , as did your Revered Sister. In the caves, she told us, and then I knew. There was more in Kare, a great shade and we fought it. It struck me and struck Onka- san . And I saw darkness. Felt its mark  burn  into me.   he shakes his head slowly.    They know it is in them, as I know it is in me.   
Cygnia
   "O Revered Elder, before our journey to your isle, I did try to divine the reason behind our quarry's path.  I am not blind, but I do not possess the wisdom to decipher the patterns.  Though you claim you cannot see the enemy's future, perhaps you can understand what I have perceived then.  Perhaps together, we can  both  See..."   
 
 Spoiler: Yet Again, Ancient Sudokugan Secrets! 

   Hexagram 24 - Return (Fu):
Within the veiled shadows, the samurai clan stands on the precipice, contemplating entry into the realm beyond. Like a river winding back to its source, consider a retreat. In the quiet return lies the strength to face the impending darkness.

Changing Lines:
6 at the beginning:
Before plunging into the abyss, purify intent. A distorted purpose attracts unseen malevolence. Step back, cleanse the spirit, and sharpen the blade of righteousness.

9 at the third place:
The gateway to shadows calls, but tread carefully. A strategic withdrawal preserves strength for the shadowed dance. Wisdom lies in the art of stepping back.

Advisory Message:
In the pursuit of hidden realms, cling to the essence of Bushido. True triumph rests in the convergence of spirit and blade. Retreat not as surrender but as a silent return to the core. As the moon waxes and wanes, let your actions mirror the rhythm. Be steadfast, yet supple, navigating the shadows with the clarity of a still pond reflecting the elusive moon.   
 


Ahalyā bowed her head again.     A child born without taint...such a child if he were allowed to live and grow would certainly become a great hero!  No wonder the Crab stole him!     The shaman shuddered to think what plans the enemy might have for the babe.  Whether it was to kill him in some unholy ritual -- or worse.

   "There must be a way to cleanse this taint -- in the land, in ourselves, in you.  To do nothing is to surrender to the void's embrace."     There were spells she could pray for to remove diseases and curses -- at least in mortals.  That might work for a mortal soul.  But was it possible to heal the land or even powerful  kami  with them?  And, if so, was Ahalyā strong enough to channel such magik?
Alhallor
When they reached the giant tree and the crows talked with the voice of the middle sister, Onka was taken aback. This was not someone he could really see or even fully understand. The tree was actually the oldest sister and it was dying from the taint? The crab were already here and then they got towards the village were they had driven them back? Was the child with one of the ships? The dancer also wasn't sure what occured with the son of one of the sisters, but it was clear that all three of them were deeply hurt by the crab and the disappearance of they're son. Shimura's words brought tears to the eyes of the dancer and his resolve strengthened.

His wasn't the movements of the court and bowing, even when he looked at Shimura and the others perform these elaborate rites. His body would need to speak differently when he would want to reach the ears of the sister.

Onka made a step forward, falling down on both knees and stretching his arms wide open, ready to embrace what would come.  I'm sorry for your loss and I hope that my words don't strike insolence at you, but it seems clar to me that the child is not from a single one of you and instead all three have raised and loved it, what one may not achieve, perhaps you can together, let others be your eyes that can glimpse toward the future.  The dancer breathed in heavily before his next words flooded out of him.  I know I'm not better than a thug. I let my body speak when I don't find words and I'm not eloquent. If theres a way for you to use the taint that was smeared on me to find the one responsible I will offer myself towards you. 

There was much more to speak, how he try'd to help the spirits of the horses roam free again, when they're bodies were used as a distraction for them. How he helped the villagers to reach out for the half-man that set them on the path for the sisters, but the dancer couldn't find the words to express what may be useless, his mind was set. If he could help his companions he would, even if it meant to end his life that seemed to be on the verge of freedom.
Auranghzeb
When Shimura mentions the child, the tree moans again in the form of ruffling branches, that's how a tree moans the passing of the seasons, the ending of Eras.


Then come Leylek words from a sea of memories and the visions of possible futures plagued both by the ravaging of war. The murder listens and then answers with an exhausted voice.

  Your words are true and yet arrogant, bird from the steppe. One can know the nature of their companions and still ignore the full extent of their plans and intentions. Much you are telling me that I didn't know, for yes, we are blinded by the distance and isolation forced upon ourselves. But more we see and understand that what your earthy dreams of battle can envision. That is the charm of shadows, to blind men by promises of glory or victory. To show them how the seeds the wish to reap sprung and those they don't fail to take ground. Oh, don't we know about riddles? Us that play with men who come here to consult us?

When the villagers talk about us as man eaters they don't know half the tale. For we eat men by the score, but first we feed them and fatten them with the feast of their ambitions, for centuries we have misguided them into wars. DO not take us for passive spirits.

We cull. We are practice the noble art of Ikebana with the lives of men to help trim the tree of life. And we do it wit promises.

The shadows do the same, but their intention is destruction. The crab, in their arrogance think they know. Don't make the same mistake.

   


Then Ahalya's prodigious memory recites the divination.


The murder's hundred eyes seem to look inward for a moment that seems too long.

 The divination is clear if you understand what the Crab have done for centuries.
Aren't they they the guardians of the realm beyond the precipice? And don't they stare at it so the rest can dream and live?

And what if someone promised them a way to forever end the shadows? To conquer the realm of shadowlands and not fear what lies beyond the wall no more? But they seem to have ignore the call for retreat. Instead they pressure forward.

Now it all makes sense. They stole the scrolls that open the walls, but only with untainted blood can the seal be broken. They took Kintaro as a key.

The Moon is waning. You don't have much time.

 


To Onka's humble gesture:

  You are the strongest of the lot, for you do not assume. As men wont, you can't avoid the taint, but because you Fear it, and because you Fear the damage you might inflict, Taint will not take over.
There's no need for apologies, our time is ending, but you still may be able to do something about yours.

  
Cygnia
Ahalyā's eyes widened at the sister's interpretation.  Now it all made sense -- and heightened how much danger all the lands were in should the Crab succeed in their mad plan.  Whether the twisted seed that was planted was by mortal or spirit's whispers mattered not -- the Crab willingly chose to follow this horrible path.

   "Then we must make haste to the lands of the Crab.  Where then would be the Gate to the Shadowlands that they would perform this accursed ritual?  And how can we get there in time?"     Save the scrolls and young Kintaro -- else the lands would be devoured by the Void.

Ahalyā feared a small fishing boat might not be fast enough.
Auranghzeb
The murder speaks once more.

  "You act surprised. And we know you don't come from this land. But the samurai shouldn't be as surprised.
It is not the first time that the Crab ally themselves with shadows.
Many lives ago, the champion of the Crab, lord Kisada, stroke a deal witht he shadowlands to prevent the boy-emperor to rule over a weakened land. Kisada marched into Edo with an army of Oni. But Kisada didn't know Fu Leng had broken the seals and taken soul of the boy-emperor.
You should know, Samurai. For it was you ancestor, Mirumoto Hitomi, along six others who defeated Fu Leng for a second time and forever.

They did it by restoring Fu Leng to full human life, opening the last of the twelft dark scrolls.
Many generations have passed, many wars, and the memory of humans is short. Now something looms. The sacred scroll of the citadel and the untaintable blood of Kintaro...
I'm not sure how these will be used. I can only suspect. Fu Leng failed because his darkness killed the human body he overtook.

There's no time, but there's no rush. Anything they want to do will only be done when the moon is right. I cannot help you further. And my little sister grows mad by the minute. I don't know where to go. But the safest bet would be the Crab fortress at the Kaiu Wall.

Sleep at my sisters roots. I'll keep the young one at bay. The sailors that brought you here will be waiting for you tomorrow. We know the men from Kare, they are filthy as humans are, but loyal to their promises. "  
Metastachydium
Humbled by the chastising words of the Spirit, Leylek continues to stand motionless, head bowed as the words, of the Shaman, and of the Sister unfold, weaving an image that he finally understands.   There is no time, but there is no rush.   he repeats in a murmur, low but firm. It is Fate alone, then. As it has always been.   I see your wisdom better now, Revered Spirit. If I was insolent, forgive me as you are able. In turn, we shall do as we are able, to mend this.   he continues, his face blank, free of all anger and resentment for once.   Shimura- sama , Mistress Ahalyā. Onka- san . I believe we must do as the Spirit tells us and rest, to set forth for the Wall, at our best pace, the first thing as the sun returns. I believe you feel the same way. Either way, I am ready, to play mt part.   – whatever that will prove to be.
BelGareth
All these riddles were confusing Shimura, he raised his eyebrows when called out, especially about his ancestors. He had so many questions, but sensed nothing would be forthcoming, the sisters were done with them, he turned to the others   "Well, we have a location then, it's not going to be easy."   

Hi pivots back to the murder and performs a low bow of respect, then rises, and turns to leave

  "We must leave if we are to catch the boat"  
 
 Spoiler 

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 2
 Level  7  Init  3,  HP  61/61,  Speed  30
 AC  23  Touch  14   Flat-footed  18
 Fort  +9  Ref  +5  Will  +6
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition's  Fortification 25%, DR 2/-, Mantle of flame 3d6 fire on hit[ UNSHAPED ]
 Special  Law devotion [0/1], Belt of Healing [0/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects, Blade Guide, Eternal Training [0/1], Essentia 3
 speech:   008080 

Mirumoto Niten, Ancestor (Blade Guide)
Least Soulspark, Tiny Outsider (Lawful, Incarnum, Native)
 Hit Dice  2d8  Init  5,  HP  16/16,  Speed  20 ft., fly 30 ft. (perfect)
 AC  15  Touch  13  Flat-footed  14
 Fort  +5  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Stats  Str 10, Dex 13, Con 15, Int 6, Wis 13, Cha 13
 Condition's  Amorphous (immune to crits/sneak attack), DR 1/chaotic, Evasion
 Special 
 -Attack Bonus:  0/2; +1 bonus to-hit&amp;damage / Essentia
 -Deflection Bonus:  0/2; +1 deflection to AC / Essentia
 -Healing:  0/2; Fast healing 1 / Essentia
 -Saving Throw:  1/2; +1 resistance bonus / Essentia
 Attack:  Soul blast +5 ranged touch (1d4+1)
 Skills:  Diplomacy +3, Hide +14, Knowledge (history) +3, Listen +6, Move Silently +6, Sense Motive +6, Spot +6
 speech:   #DAA520 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 2/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame[UNSHAPED] 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 0/2 
 - 
 
  Soulspark Familiar 
 Blade guide Familiar 
 multiple options 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  
 
Alhallor
Onka was relieved when his sacrifice seemed to be not necessary and the dancer let out a heavy sigh. He stands up again, listening to the plight of the sisters, the horrid deeds of the crabs long past, a possible involvement with Shimura's ancestor even. He was never really fluid in history, besides his own lineage that wasn't all that glorious or world-shattering as what was revealed here.

But at least they could take a rest here to sooth they're wounds and rest after all the fighting and wandering they did on that isle. And not even did they actually get a goal out of the sisters but also the confirmation that they didn't need to catch the much faster boat of the crabs. They were still on the hunt like on the start of they're journey together but a little bit more was revealed, even if they were new mysteries to uncover at least it felt like the whole picture got a little bit clearer.

At first Onka wanted to ask if it was alright to sleep between the roots of the oldest sister because his taint could hurt the oldest one, but she probably wouldn't have offered if it was a problem. Instead of bowing Onka flowed down to one knee.  I'm very grateful for your hospitality, we will do what we can to help you and bring order to this plight. 

After some sleeping arrangements were made Onka stayed up a bit to think. He was tired, both mentally and physically but he needed to reflect on where he came from and what they were going to do till his mind let him rest.
Cygnia
Before they made camp, Ahalyā made sure the rest of the group were fully healed.  Which included Raksha too, who had taken a painful strike from the water elemental when it first manifested.  The warnings of the Sisters hung heavy in the shaman's thoughts.  True, their quest would have inevitably led them to the lands of the Crab -- but now, so much more was at stake.

   Gods, if we safely recover the child, should he be returned here?  Or will his guardians -- parents -- be too far lost to him?    Ahalyā stroked the ears of Raksha, trying to reassure herself.  At the very least, she could try to heal some of the taint infecting her companions the next day.

 
 Spoiler: Actions 

Touching up both Onka and Raksha with a use of Healing Devotion each.
 
BelGareth
Realizing the others had intended to stay, he turned and nodded his head. They did indeed need to stay and rest, the Crab and their Shadowy deeds will remain.

 
 Spoiler 

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 2
 Level  7  Init  3,  HP  61/61,  Speed  30
 AC  23  Touch  14   Flat-footed  18
 Fort  +9  Ref  +5  Will  +6
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition's  Fortification 25%, DR 2/-, Mantle of flame 3d6 fire on hit[ UNSHAPED ]
 Special  Law devotion [0/1], Belt of Healing [0/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects, Blade Guide, Eternal Training [0/1], Essentia 3
 speech:   008080 

Mirumoto Niten, Ancestor (Blade Guide)
Least Soulspark, Tiny Outsider (Lawful, Incarnum, Native)
 Hit Dice  2d8  Init  5,  HP  16/16,  Speed  20 ft., fly 30 ft. (perfect)
 AC  15  Touch  13  Flat-footed  14
 Fort  +5  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Stats  Str 10, Dex 13, Con 15, Int 6, Wis 13, Cha 13
 Condition's  Amorphous (immune to crits/sneak attack), DR 1/chaotic, Evasion
 Special 
 -Attack Bonus:  0/2; +1 bonus to-hit&amp;damage / Essentia
 -Deflection Bonus:  0/2; +1 deflection to AC / Essentia
 -Healing:  0/2; Fast healing 1 / Essentia
 -Saving Throw:  1/2; +1 resistance bonus / Essentia
 Attack:  Soul blast +5 ranged touch (1d4+1)
 Skills:  Diplomacy +3, Hide +14, Knowledge (history) +3, Listen +6, Move Silently +6, Sense Motive +6, Spot +6
 speech:   #DAA520 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 2/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame[UNSHAPED] 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 0/2 
 - 
 
  Soulspark Familiar 
 Blade guide Familiar 
 multiple options 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  
 
Auranghzeb
The murder mutters.

 Sleep, dread not the dreams that will come, this land is full of them, inhabit them, they hold much truth. 


You go about the preparations to settle camp. There's a sense of calm and quietness that you have not feel since everything precipitated a few days ago. If you had any reservations about sleeping at the man eating roots, these shift and move as niches. Their murmur is almost maternal, longing. And soon you feel exhausted and with a heavy weight over your eyelids.

Will DC 28 if you want to remain awake.

 
 Spoiler: SHIMURA 


You awake to a scream of help. A voice calling you "honorable brother" sits in the back of your head as a call to action. Through the pitch black night you can see the glowing eyes of the murder staring at you as if you were not there.

 "honorable brother, come to us, release us." 

As your eyes grow acustomed to the darkness, you see the shape and shadows of the tree that is many, and the many bodies trapped in its roots. It is those faces that talk to you.

 "We are innocent, brother, we were doing what we thought honorable. This is not an honorable death." 

What do you do?
 

 
 Spoiler: Leylek 

The waking up is savage as your falling body hits the crest of a raging wave and your feathers soak.  They soak  and become heavy and as your head dives underwater, you see the sinking shape of a steelship and the bodies of those who went to war with you. Theres' the pulsion to dive deeper, but your breathing is heavy with remorse and fear. Will you face it? Will you sink? Will you once again fail to save them?

What do you do?
 

 
 Spoiler: Onka 

You don't remember waking up, but it must have been a while ago, you just know you have been walking through the snow covered mountains for many hours and you are exhausted. Blood drips from your hands, sharp as knives.

You sit in a rock, barely able to walk anymore and see the valley below where the thin lines of smoke start to build up from the houses as the village awakes. They will find the body, if they haven't already.

You hear the dogs barking.

They have found it. You gather your failing strenght and rise.

What do you do?
 

 
 Spoiler: AHALYA 

There it is. The precipice you have been searching without knowing it. Isn't it something? Isn't it something, you wonder as you turn to share the realization with Rhaksha. Your wolf does not answer, it only sneers.

You came all this way to find it, but now you peer into the darkness below and understand how deep it must be. There's a path to your left that could be used to descend into it.

But a question pops in your head as a voice from other realms:

 is your intent pure? 

What do you do?
 
BelGareth
Shimura wakes with a start.

The scream echoed throughout his mind, fading into his consciousness.

He frowned and looked about, the Murder's eyes pierced him as if he were ethereal, he felt a shiver in his soul, and averted his eyes. Another voice, he turned towards the sound.

Frowning, he slowly gets up.

 "What is this trickery? You were the fallen Crab Samurai,  Ronin. "  he says the last with disgust in his voice  "What master do you serve that you would forget your oaths of loyalty and the Bushi code. You are not honor bound to blindly follow orders, Giri demands we are better than blind warriors, we hold dear the importance of Duty, Obligation, and Loyalty, you followed blindly your lords, and followed them into darkness. Your fate was decided when you chose to continue. Each step a new indictment upon your oaths." 

He pauses for a moment  "Had you been able to see, Seppuku would have been your obvious course of action, but you did not, had not, and your fate is sealed. I am not your delivery from this fate, your actions are your own, and I hold no loyalty to those who fail our most  basic  principles." 
 
 Spoiler 

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 2
 Level  7  Init  3,  HP  61/61,  Speed  30
 AC  23  Touch  14   Flat-footed  18
 Fort  +9  Ref  +5  Will  +6
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition's  Fortification 25%, DR 2/-, Mantle of flame 3d6 fire on hit[ UNSHAPED ]
 Special  Law devotion [0/1], Belt of Healing [0/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects, Blade Guide, Eternal Training [0/1], Essentia 3
 speech:   008080 

Mirumoto Niten, Ancestor (Blade Guide)
Least Soulspark, Tiny Outsider (Lawful, Incarnum, Native)
 Hit Dice  2d8  Init  5,  HP  16/16,  Speed  20 ft., fly 30 ft. (perfect)
 AC  15  Touch  13  Flat-footed  14
 Fort  +5  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Stats  Str 10, Dex 13, Con 15, Int 6, Wis 13, Cha 13
 Condition's  Amorphous (immune to crits/sneak attack), DR 1/chaotic, Evasion
 Special 
 -Attack Bonus:  0/2; +1 bonus to-hit&amp;damage / Essentia
 -Deflection Bonus:  0/2; +1 deflection to AC / Essentia
 -Healing:  0/2; Fast healing 1 / Essentia
 -Saving Throw:  1/2; +1 resistance bonus / Essentia
 Attack:  Soul blast +5 ranged touch (1d4+1)
 Skills:  Diplomacy +3, Hide +14, Knowledge (history) +3, Listen +6, Move Silently +6, Sense Motive +6, Spot +6
 speech:   #DAA520 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 2/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame[UNSHAPED] 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 0/2 
 - 
 
  Soulspark Familiar 
 Blade guide Familiar 
 multiple options 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  
 
Alhallor
Onka stands in the cold, biting snow. He had dreamed this dream often. In weird variations, but something seemed different this time. The village was in turmoil as always, his hands bloodied from the live of his victim, as always, but he did not keep running, unlike always.

He stood there a moment, pondering. He did what he felt needed to be done. Our way of life had been threathened. Not just our lives, but our culture, identity and self-worth. Way more important than the live of a lord who only wanted to impose and grew rich on our work.

But he never confronted the rest of his village about it. He quickly saw his father, who just gave him a knapsack and his old fishing spear and send him away, it was impossible to tell how Onka's father thought about the murder or if he even suspected his son. But in this dream, something felt fundamentally different, perhaps he should just see how they would act.

Not the guards of the lord, but his village, his family. The people he suffered this exile for.

The dancer breathed in deeply and walked towards his village.
Cygnia
    "You are not Raksha..."     Whispering, the shaman took a step away from the wolf, sensing something amiss. Dimly, Ahalyā recalled the words of the Sister before she fell asleep.  That they shouldn't dread the dreams that would come...

...

...

...but if that was the case, why did she feel so uneasy right now?  Fearful almost?  Had the Sister been lying, with some subtle trap coming with slumber?  Or, worse still, that the Sister  wanted  to be truthful, but the very taint infesting the land made such promises impossible? The vanara gave an involuntary shudder.

And another one when the unseen, unknown voice boomed out its question.

    ...intent...   Is  it pure?  How can I even be sure?    

They had been tasked to recover the sacred scrolls on behalf of the Prince.  Holy and important as they were, they were still a material item.  Corruption threatened the land, but in time, the wheel of balance would turn enough to heal.

    Kintaro...    

Ahalyā bowed her head.      "An innocent child's life is at stake, o spirit.  One who gave no consent to be a pawn in this game.  For his sake, I will endure.  His survival is my intent.  For him, may my intent be pure enough...    
Metastachydium
Is there such a thing, one has to wonder, as dreaming in a dream? The wave feels real, as it felt real when the Wind first struck, if that was, indeed, a time before this. But all that Leylek thought have happened since, the shame of survival, the service to those he once held will be foes, the small war of great consequence on the Crabs… He remembers dreaming of the false horses and their riders, in Kare, that stole the steppes from his own or, rather, will steal it, unless the war is waged with good fortune. He knows much of that port where he dreamed that; but it is far away, or isn't, at all, it seems now.

This is the same sea and the same struggle again. He fled it once, and Fate rewarded his strange luck and stranger cowardice, with another war that mattered more. Was he but teased with that? What is failure, now? He was proven, if not right, at the very least not wrong, by the trust of the mortal folk and the revealed words of the oracles. That would make that failure the way forward, and his shame a way forward, and his solitude a way forward. He can still feel the spoils of the days spent fighting since, as weapons he couldn't draw then and can draw now.

But he lived by the law under the broad skies, all his life that surely was, and most of what life he remembers he has lived. It is an art for the horseman to move with the rider to the left and the rider to the right, the rider afore and the rider behind. To know when to switch horses, when to draw and release the bowstring as one, so that the arrows are the windborn rain from ahead and the hard hail from above, at once, each part of the volley finding the angle that it must, each arrow weighted and aimed well. When the ranks are shaken and the  one  flees, it is betrayal, and the one must live with the shame. But when the clan flees, or the horde flees, even beaten, even broken, that is but the seed of future glory, Fate willing, because the host rides on.

There is, then, a choice to make here. How long has he been dreaming? Since evening came down on that island of the spirits, or far longer? Can he trust defeat to be the price for doing fateful work in fateful times, as he saw it? Was that but his pride, vainly hopeful, deceiving him all along? And were it not, is it fair to use his foreknowledge, to coldly justify a treason?

The people of the great mountain have rites against the winter. They say a man can learn tocover his own skin in hard anger and face the snows, and be sealed off from all doubt and all harm. Leylek Saksaghan is no man of the mountain; but he still has an anger of his own, and that anger now burns hot enough to keep him warm under the sea. This occurs to him all of a sudden: that is all he can do and all he has to do. He was given to suffer, once more, by Fate, and Fate-given, this suffering is for Fate to take away. Until then, he must cast away all idle thought and let the rage embrace him, so he can lash out at all that stands opposed. It is for greater powers than his to fight the sea and win; and yet he can't not fight on with honour, for his own, as best as possible. And there are more of his own, trapped within the ship. So he'll tear it open. Sound a great retreat, so the clan might flee and the host, as much as will live may ride on, another day. Struggle below for as long as his breath safely lasts.

And if he is to live? Fate will drive him ashore, when it is due.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

So, plan is get to the ship, activate Strength Devotion once there, and start dismantling it, to give anyone trapped a fighting chance:
 (1d20+8)[ 27 ]  for  (1d8+6)[ 9 ] ,
 (1d20+8)[ 9 ]  for  (1d8+6)[ 9 ] ,
 (1d20+3)[ 12 ]  for  (1d8+6)[ 11 ] , all of it bypassing hardness.
 
Auranghzeb
SHIMURA

Your righteous rebuttal of the wails and victimization from the dishonorable crabs is meth with a longer wail and a deep cry that scares the murder of crows from the branches of the sister-tree.

The colony of trees opens up and forms a tunnel made of branches and dark shadows, then from the darkness you see three samurai emerging as the landscape transforms around you, only the sound of the cawing murder remains the same. The three samurai walk towards you, their katanas sheathed. They see through you. You recognize their banners as those of the Crab, the samurai in the center is the obvious leader, majestic and imposing, he leads the others. As you turn around you see that you are standing on a battlefield, where banners of the Crab and the Crane lay broken among bodies.

The three men continue walking, and now the cawing of the crows is no more, only a sweeping wind. Then the leader speaks:

 Kuon, Kuroda. The battle is won my sons. We have persevered. in protecting Oblivion's Gate. Your mother will smile today.
 

The men seem pleased with the field of death they watch and you feel a shivering cold.

But then, the leader finally sees you and his face is trasfixed!

 Who are you, spirit!  
 ONKA 

The snow falls thicker and thicker as you try to walk back to the village. You get closer and closer, and yet, every step is harder and harder. Then, from the blizzard, you hear a sof voice calling you.

 Young man, are you lost?  

And not far ahead of you, a woman of extraordinary beauty sits impassible on a rock braiding her impossibly dark long hair while her melodious voice lures you closer.

 Why would yo go back to where you have only brought pain? 
 AHALYA 

Raksha snarls even deeper and its body starts transfixing right in front of your eyes!

The hind legs become thicker and thicker as its face contracts and flattens and then becomes huge and elevates as its body rises on its hind legs until you are facing a bipedal giant completly covered with thick fur, its flat dark face looks at you and shows sharp teeth from behind thick hair, its eyes are bulgy and the size of fists.


Your spirit sense rushes, this is an oni  
 Spoiler:  k.religion DC 20 
This is a Wang Liang: Consumed with jealous rage as their race enters into
decline and humanity rises to the fore, the wang-liangs are an ancient, intelligent race of giants related to the common
oni and the ogre mage.
 


The creature grins
 Pure intent...
The age of men will be short
Why are you helping them? How can that be pure if you help but the impure? 
 Leylek 

You break through the ship's hull and rip it apart, your lungs filled with air allow you to swim and act normally under water as you do. Once the hull is pried open you see the trapped bodies of your comrades as grass moving in the prairie's wind.
Trapped under the weight of the mast and the broken wood of the ship they look quiet and steady, their eyes in peace. But as your rage grows and the image of the riding horde intensifies, the eyes of the many drowned open as one and their hands and fingers start to reach out to you, their mouths open in a wail of pain! and the closest ones graze your wings, you feel the comfort, you can save them!



***

What do you do?
Alhallor
His legs drag him down, every step harder than the last, strength seeping from his bloodied hands, but still Onka trudges forward. The words spoken to the dancer, hit him like a hot knife. Out of his gaze he sees the beautiful women, Onka almost weeps at her immaculate features. But her words sting like hot needles.

 Pain? What are you talking about? We endured pain, our tradition and our way of life have been ripped away from us. I have freed us from this constant pain. Sometimes you need to open up an old wound, that it can heal again. 

His eyes find his village, his home, a sanctuary or a desolate ruin?

 I wanted to know if they could still life on, or if the pain I have brought ended up killing us. 
Auranghzeb
The beautiful woman parts her perfect red lips and focuses her deep blue eyes in Onka's eyes, those eyes feel like a blizzard.

 Like a bird that leaves the nest before the hatchlings can feed themselves, so is the man that abandons his home after putting them in peril.

What do you care? The moment you ran away from the consequences of your actions, you lost your way.

I am here to help you find it, to find your way back and let the snow wash the taint and the guilt.


Come, let me help you. 

She extends a delicate hand of alabaster white fingers towards you.


 Will you take my hand?  
BelGareth
As the scene shifts to the Crab Samurai, Shimrua quietly cries out loud  "What manner of devilry is this?" 

Watching, he moves to the side so as to inspect the newcomers to the battle scene, they seemed.... Honorable , perhaps this was a battlefield from the past, the Crab were perhaps, one of the more honorable clans, sacrificing themselves so the rest of us could be in relative peace...it was only natural that they would sometimes cross the line...

But then the lead Samurai spoke to him?

Shimura mentally speaks to his great grandfather  &lt;Great ancestor do you know this man?&gt; 

Not knowing what to do, he bows to the obvious lord   "Well met, I am Miromoto Shimura"  

He slowly rises eying the lead warrior   "And you?"  
 
 Spoiler 

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 2
 Level  7  Init  3,  HP  61/61,  Speed  30
 AC  23  Touch  14   Flat-footed  18
 Fort  +9  Ref  +5  Will  +6
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition's  Fortification 25%, DR 2/-, Mantle of flame 3d6 fire on hit[ UNSHAPED ]
 Special  Law devotion [0/1], Belt of Healing [0/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects, Blade Guide, Eternal Training [0/1], Essentia 3
 speech:   008080 

Mirumoto Niten, Ancestor (Blade Guide)
Least Soulspark, Tiny Outsider (Lawful, Incarnum, Native)
 Hit Dice  2d8  Init  5,  HP  16/16,  Speed  20 ft., fly 30 ft. (perfect)
 AC  15  Touch  13  Flat-footed  14
 Fort  +5  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Stats  Str 10, Dex 13, Con 15, Int 6, Wis 13, Cha 13
 Condition's  Amorphous (immune to crits/sneak attack), DR 1/chaotic, Evasion
 Special 
 -Attack Bonus:  0/2; +1 bonus to-hit&amp;damage / Essentia
 -Deflection Bonus:  0/2; +1 deflection to AC / Essentia
 -Healing:  0/2; Fast healing 1 / Essentia
 -Saving Throw:  1/2; +1 resistance bonus / Essentia
 Attack:  Soul blast +5 ranged touch (1d4+1)
 Skills:  Diplomacy +3, Hide +14, Knowledge (history) +3, Listen +6, Move Silently +6, Sense Motive +6, Spot +6
 speech:   #DAA520 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 2/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame[UNSHAPED] 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 0/2 
 - 
 
  Soulspark Familiar 
 Blade guide Familiar 
 multiple options 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  
 
Metastachydium
The subtle talons of cold doubt begin to claw at Leylek's mind at the new sight. He remembers, or believes he can recall, once more, what was dreams, perhaps dreamed in dreams themselves. A dead Oni on fire at the shoulder of the tall hills; a dead stare glittering through the house-gate at Kare. Shadows shifting through shadows rising from the earth. His own dead on false horses dancing under the storm.

But there's another voice also, and it is stronger. Common sense alone holds the  uran  cry of the horde inside. But Leylek has no need for his cry to carry far; if he could sunder the sea for these warriors, he would now, and the mast… The mast he will shatter.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

I probably really should roll a Sense Motive now, but my bird is underwater and on a timer. Punching things it is:
 (1d20+8)[ 23 ]  for  (1d8+6)[ 10 ] ,
 (1d20+8)[ 10 ]  for  (1d8+6)[ 7 ]  and
 (1d20+3)[ 22 ]  for  (1d8+6)[ 11 ] , bypassing all hardness.
 
Alhallor
The womens impossible beauty makes Onka weak in his knees, but her words stir his rebellious spirit. And he could rest a little to gather some of his strength.

 We already were in peril. I may have been the snowflake that let the avalanche loose, but the disaster was inevitable. I voluntered for this crime that was also a sacrifice. 

The delicate white fingers outstretched towards the dancer were entrancing and the promises were sweet, but something didn't seemed right with this otherworldly women. Ahalya's insights would have been appreciated, but he needed to conquer his own path, despite his weak feet.

Slowly, the dancer shook his head.

 Show me the way, but I refuse you're hand. I have my own strength, the strength of my ancestors, and every beast that roamed the mountains. That will be enough to carry my feet. 
Auranghzeb
  SHIMURA  :

Your voice comes clean and steady:   "Well met, I am Miromoto Shimura"  

He slowly rises eying the lead warrior   "And you?"   But that's only inside your head, as you rise your eyes you realize you inhabit another body completely and that your voice comes out like a threatening roar.

The three men put themselves in guard, their feet seeking balance and positioning grasping the earth.

You look at them from 8' high and you carry a monstrous naginata.

 
 Spoiler: MECHANICS 

You can roll another will save DC 20 to fully control your new body, other than that you are hostile against these three warriors and possessed with the desire to eliminate them.

Your current stats: STR 25, DEX 20, CON 24 LARGE IN SIZE, +12 BAB +19 ATTACK with Naginata 2d6+12 damage. AC 18 But 20% miss chance.
Maneuvers Prepared:  BLACK SERAPH WRATH   VENGEFUL RIPOSTE 
 
Auranghzeb
  LEYLEK  

Trying to topple the mast you unleash your strength, the blows crack the wood and ripple through the water, you are almost there, you almost got it.

Then, from below through the water, you feel two passing shapes swimming swiftly through your trapped comrades. Squishy creatures armed with your friends weapons.

One starts ripping at one of the drowning man, the other looks at you through murky water with its one yellow eye, ready to pounce.


 
Cygnia
OOC: 27 on Discord for the K: Religion roll

   Wang-Liang!  Be careful here then...   

There were many such spirits that might give Ahalyā pause about the intent of her mission.  However, the bitter cynicism of the  wang-liang  that bore Raksha's form was not one of them.     "You eagerly seek the fall of the age of man, spirit,"    scowled the vanara, one hand now clutching her holy symbol.    "You only wish to see man wallow in misery with you. Your concern for what is pure is as false as the shape your have taken!"   

Ahalyā rose her head in defiance.

     "Ancestors, aid me!  Let not the jealousy of this wang-liang sway me from my mission!"     
 
 Spoiler: Action 

Casting  Ancestral Vengeance 
 (7d6)[ 26 ]  dmg
 
BelGareth
He screamed, a hoarse primal scream from the depths of his soul....his soul? he shook his head as if to shake the cobwebs free, his throat hurt from the scream, and then he blinked...he was so high...why was he so tall?

Looking down he panicked, but nothing moved, his arms where stiff as boards, his thoughts were not his own, sudden rage, such rage, coursed through his veins, his mind lit on fire, his heart pounded, and his vision settled upon the 3 Samurai before him, he was not Miromoto Shimura, Samurai of the Dragon clan anymore, he was....rage, pure an unadulterated rage, it was all consuming, his vision turned a shade of violet as he...him.... It  readied to battle the Crab warriors before him.

Rage over took  everything  and all he could do was scream. Scream, scream, scream, scream  scream ,  scream .....

It lunged forward, hungry to taste manflesh, it's Naginata whistling through the air towards the lead man.

 
 Spoiler 

Init 21
swift: activate Black Seraph’s Wrath
  Concentration  - (1d20+17)[ 21 ]  bonus  Profane  damage on next hit
FRA: Charge leader (AC is now 16)
  Attack  - (1d20+21)[ 24 ] 
  Damage  - (2d6+12)[ 23 ] 
   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 2
 Level  7  Init  3,  HP  61/61,  Speed  30
 AC  23  Touch  14   Flat-footed  18
 Fort  +9  Ref  +5  Will  +6
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition's  Fortification 25%, DR 2/-, Mantle of flame 3d6 fire on hit[ UNSHAPED ]
 Special  Law devotion [0/1], Belt of Healing [0/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects, Blade Guide, Eternal Training [0/1], Essentia 3
 speech:   008080 

Mirumoto Niten, Ancestor (Blade Guide)
Least Soulspark, Tiny Outsider (Lawful, Incarnum, Native)
 Hit Dice  2d8  Init  5,  HP  16/16,  Speed  20 ft., fly 30 ft. (perfect)
 AC  15  Touch  13  Flat-footed  14
 Fort  +5  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Stats  Str 10, Dex 13, Con 15, Int 6, Wis 13, Cha 13
 Condition's  Amorphous (immune to crits/sneak attack), DR 1/chaotic, Evasion
 Special 
 -Attack Bonus:  0/2; +1 bonus to-hit&amp;damage / Essentia
 -Deflection Bonus:  0/2; +1 deflection to AC / Essentia
 -Healing:  0/2; Fast healing 1 / Essentia
 -Saving Throw:  1/2; +1 resistance bonus / Essentia
 Attack:  Soul blast +5 ranged touch (1d4+1)
 Skills:  Diplomacy +3, Hide +14, Knowledge (history) +3, Listen +6, Move Silently +6, Sense Motive +6, Spot +6
 speech:   #DAA520 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 2/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame[UNSHAPED] 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 0/2 
 - 
 
  Soulspark Familiar 
 Blade guide Familiar 
 multiple options 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  
 
Alhallor
 
 Spoiler: A save 
Will:  (1d20+4)[ 14 ]  Against 16
 
Metastachydium
The new arrivals leave Leylek undeterred. Be it steel, or the wood of the mast or the flesh of these soft sea-spiders, feverish as they could, perhaps be, even to him, on a different day of different stakes, he has made his choice already, and what is owed to his own shall now be delivered. A talon is hooked into the cracked timber, so that he can push his whole weight against it and then off of it as he springs forth towards the creature menacing those trapped. His first blow is aimed, defiantly, against the mast once more: once freed, a man has the power, to fight or to flee, restored; but the rest of his anger is now turned against the newcomer.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Move along the mast over to the Tako, then full-attack:
 (1d20+8)[ 23 ]  for  (1d8+6)[ 7 ]  against the mast, bypassing hardness; then
 (1d20+8)[ 27 ]  for  (1d8+6)[ 7 ]  and
 (1d20+3)[ 16 ]  for  (1d8+6)[ 13 ]  against the Tako, the attacks counting as adamantine and Good, in case it matters
 
Auranghzeb
Ahalya calls into her ancestry to unleash divine energy on the Wang Liang. The jealous retaliates with two deadly claw attacks while it's gigantic face Grins at Ahalya!

 It is too late, the humans are already beyond salvation! 
 
 Spoiler: rolls 
fortitude  (1d20+7)[ 15 ] 

attacks  (1d20+8)[ 17 ]  damage  (2d4+5)[ 10 ] 
 (1d20+8)[ 9 ]   (2d4+5)[ 12 ] 
 
Auranghzeb
Leylek:

The mast breaks and part of it sinks further with part of the ship following it into the dark waters, slowly. Your last kick connects the Tako but does not do enough to really damage it. The creature stabs at you with its tentacles and with your friends's weapons! And reaching to trap you with its deadly grip. The other Tako grabs one of the sailors and starts drowning him.


Around you, some of the sailors, now freed from under the mast, start swimming upwards, other sink with the broken hull.


 
 Spoiler: ATTACKS 
 Weapons x4:  (1d20+8)[ 13 ]   (1d8+2)[ 7 ] 
 (1d20+8)[ 13 ]   (1d8+2)[ 10 ] 
 (1d20+8)[ 26 ]   (1d8+2)[ 8 ] 
 (1d20+8)[ 14 ]   (1d8+2)[ 7 ] 

Tentacles:
 (1d20+8)[ 15 ]  No damage only grab
 (1d20+8)[ 16 ] 
 (1d20+8)[ 11 ] 
 (1d20+8)[ 24 ] 

Grapple checks in case any tentacle hit
 (1d20+8)[ 21 ]   (1d20+8)[ 15 ]   (1d20+8)[ 24 ] 

If one hits:

CONSTRICT:  (2D6+4)[ 9 ] 
 
Metastachydium
Leylek scowls and glowers at the being. It is clumsy, very clumsy indeed, but the many flailing arms leave little room for ill luck to hinder it. One strike, and another takes hold. He can tell that one of the horde is less fortunate yet than he is, and more of these sea things may lurk about. He must break free, then, and fast; but the soft thing grappling him will scoff at a mere escape and try again. To Leylek, it is clear: he is to kill or die here. And even if he is to die, he will die with much of what he set to do done. That will give him as much peace as he, a man of anger and war, will ever know. And so, he fights on.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Strength Devotion is still on, so the bird will just Strength Devotion away until it isn't:
 (1d20+4)[ 14 ]  for  (1d8+6)[ 14 ] ;
 (1d20+4)[ 23 ]  for  (1d8+6)[ 14 ] ; and
 (1d20-1)[ 3 ]  for  (1d8+6)[ 14 ] , all adamantine and Good, with the -4 for grappling factored in.
 
Auranghzeb
ONKA

The Yuki Ona penetrates your mind like a drill, scrapping your memories.

  You feel guilty... even if you try to tell me that what you did was necessary to stop your people from suffering more. Deep inside you know you tainted your honor for something uncertain. You fear going back home and finding them dead, slaughtered in retaliation.
If you did the correct thing, why didn't you stay put and took the punishment like a martyr?

Come, take my hand, let me give you rest.  
 
 Spoiler: MECHANICS 
She is using detect thoughts, she now can read your mind.
 



LEYELEK

Your quick hits smash the Tako unconscious, making quick work of him. The other Tako looks at you with rancor and drags the captured sailor even deeper.
Your heart rate is going faster. The broken ship is sinking slowly into the deep black waters and the light above is calling you.

Have you done enough? Will the race receed now?


SHIMURA

You charge the trio of samurai in this field of death and feel the shadowland profane energy flowing to your weapon as it strikes the oldest one sinking deep into his shoulder.

The younger samurai come to his aid and surround you. They attack in quick succession with resounding shouts as the wounded elder steps back for an instant before issuing a command order and leaping into the offensive!

 
 Spoiler: Actions 
The younger samurai move around to flanking positions (one generates an AoO, the other does not) and both Smite you with their Katanas!

1st smite  (1d20+16)[ 23 ]   (1d10+14)[ 16 ] 
2nd smite  (1d20+16)[ 31 ]   (1d10+14)[ 16 ] 

Then the older samurai RAGES and leaps into an attack

3d smite  (1d20+20)[ 24 ]   (1d10+18)[ 28 ] 
 
Cygnia
The shaman barely pulled herself out of the way in time of the vicious claws of the  wang-liang .  Ahalyā's eyes darted towards the precipice, wondering if she should dare to just take the plunge.  If this was but a dream, she should be safe if she risked such a tactic...right?


    ...but what if it's not...?    

Instead, Ahalyā backed away from the oni as fast as she could.  She held out her holy symbol towards the fiendish giant.    "So long as I have hope, they are not beyond salvation!   Now, back to the void with you, foul spirit!  THIS WORLD IS NO LONGER YOURS!"    
 
 Spoiler: Action 

Get about 30 ft away
Turning attempt
 (1d20+5)[ 11 ] 
Dmg
 (2d6+8)[ 12 ] 
 
Alhallor
 Why didn't you take the punishment like a martyr? 
 Because I want to live! Are you stupid or something? 

The Yuki-Onna can clearly read the enragement from the dancer, also the lingering doubts, the uncertainty and the fear that it was all for nothing. But also the face of Onka's father, ever the humble man, shooing his son away. Not wanting to lose the last of his family.

 I'm not an honorable man, not like Shimura, or Leylek. Ahalya and Raksha probably have more honor in them than me. That doesn't mean that I won't try! I won't let you take me to rest, the only one who is able to do that is regent Genji. I may have given tail and ran away, but I will see his order to the end. Whatever it may entail. 
BelGareth
He screamed.

He screamed when the blades sliced into his skin.

He screamed when his blade slashed the lead Samurai

He screamed, and kept on screaming.

And suddenly he was screaming out loud. he stopped, confused and stumbled back from the attacks.

  "STOP!"   he yelled, putting a hand up and dropping the Naginata  "Please, stop."  he pleads

 
 Spoiler 

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 2
 Level  7  Init  3,  HP  61/61,  Speed  30
 AC  23  Touch  14   Flat-footed  18
 Fort  +9  Ref  +5  Will  +6
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition's  Fortification 25%, DR 2/-, Mantle of flame 3d6 fire on hit[ UNSHAPED ]
 Special  Law devotion [0/1], Belt of Healing [0/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects, Blade Guide, Eternal Training [0/1], Essentia 3
 speech:   008080 

Mirumoto Niten, Ancestor (Blade Guide)
Least Soulspark, Tiny Outsider (Lawful, Incarnum, Native)
 Hit Dice  2d8  Init  5,  HP  16/16,  Speed  20 ft., fly 30 ft. (perfect)
 AC  15  Touch  13  Flat-footed  14
 Fort  +5  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Stats  Str 10, Dex 13, Con 15, Int 6, Wis 13, Cha 13
 Condition's  Amorphous (immune to crits/sneak attack), DR 1/chaotic, Evasion
 Special 
 -Attack Bonus:  0/2; +1 bonus to-hit&amp;damage / Essentia
 -Deflection Bonus:  0/2; +1 deflection to AC / Essentia
 -Healing:  0/2; Fast healing 1 / Essentia
 -Saving Throw:  1/2; +1 resistance bonus / Essentia
 Attack:  Soul blast +5 ranged touch (1d4+1)
 Skills:  Diplomacy +3, Hide +14, Knowledge (history) +3, Listen +6, Move Silently +6, Sense Motive +6, Spot +6
 speech:   #DAA520 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 2/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame[UNSHAPED] 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 0/2 
 - 
 
  Soulspark Familiar 
 Blade guide Familiar 
 multiple options 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  
 
Auranghzeb
 AHALYA 
Ahalya considers the void of the precipice, shock, they say could take you out your dreams. But her instincts tell her this is not a mere dream, she can feel her pulse and she can see the spirit in front of her as clear as daylight, it's cynical smile as it tries to bite the shaman.

Then the divine energy hits the Oni once more as Ahalya condemns the creature and its kin!

   Yes, it is no longer mine. But neither it is yours!
They brought humanity to the taint, gave her shape and flesh. Now you can't contain it.   


***

And then the shaman open her eyes full to the dawn that rises slowly above the canopy of the One tree. She is awake.


 Onka 

The Yuki Onna cringes at your insults, her soft features taking a terrible expression.

 Poor little boy, poor little selfish boy.  

But she can also see your thoughts. And so she sees your father's fearful face urging you to go away, and your prostration before Prince Genji. She sees everything that rushes through your mind as as you confess you lack of honor, your cowardice, your taint. But also, shee sees that you are not lost, that the path ahead is clear and that you'll follow it through even if it costs you your life.

Her terrible expression turns emotionless as her hair rises with a cold wind.

 You won't make it back. You'll never know what befell them. But you are not lost. 

A blizzard of ice and snow explodes and whirls around you... and then as you fight it, you wake up shaking the cold from your bones. Across the roots of the tree, your eyes meet Ahalya's.



 SHIMURA 

The blades of the enraged Hida defenders slash you, but your demonic skin absorbs most of the damage and your demonic blood starts healing the wounds immediately, closing them.

But you will your mind through the urge of attacking them back and instead your voice comes through the mask as a murmur.

  Stop! Stop please!    He screamed 

The Hida defenders hear that voice! And feel emboldened as  if they were waiting  for that! They circle around you, their feet sinking in the ground as they prepare a deadly attack!

 Now! ! 

The oldest one shouts, and his two sons lunge forward with a KIAI

This time the Katanas piece your  human flesh  severing arteries and muscle!

***

With a deep scream, you wake up to the light dawn and the darkness of the roots and trees ahead you suggest the shadows of death samurais.


*****

ALL

The murder of crows observe you. Only Leylek remains asleep shuddering and gruntling. The crows speak.

 Leave him, he alone must find the way.  
Metastachydium
 
 Originally Posted by Auranghzeb 
 Have you done enough? Will the rage receed now? 
 

A bird of open skies, Leylek does feel the call. But the sun, at its warmest that he knows and will ever know of, is still far away; and his own smouldering anger is within, as close as any thing may come to one. Nor is it spent. He has done more than he remembers having done in the other storm of shame and fear; but this is as wars are: unless fought to the end, they might sink back and sleep, but they sleep lightly. And he will not yet sleep. His breath holds and his strength holds. He throws himself after the feleeing sea-raider, to strike.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

CHARGE the Tako:  (1d20+12)[ 15 ]  for  (1d8+6)[ 13 ]  plus  (1d12)[ 8 ] , adamantine and Good
 
Alhallor
Onka's hands flail wildly as he is shaken awake, still being chilled from the ice and snow of his dreams. When his eyes meet Alhalya's the dancer is confused and torn, when his eyes wander he sees the others have risen up as well... All besides Leylek.

The dancer springs up but is hampered by the words of the murder.

He could only guess that Leylek had his own trial to do... Which may be anything, and he was not able to do anything... But he didn't need to wake him up.

He bows towards the crows.  I won't wake him, but please, let me try to help a friend.  If the murder doesn't want him to, Onka wouldn't but if they say nothing or agree he continues.

Onka strodes around Leylek's sleeping form, balancing on his toes and soles, turning around and around and around suddenly interrupted by the dancers signature brutal and sudden kicks and jabs, all centered on the sleeping bird, but without even grazing his form.

Onka wouldn't now if it would work, but at least he had to try to give Leylek an edge he may need.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Binding check:  (1d20+11)[ 13 ] 
Dancing check:  (1d20+16)[ 25 ] 
 
BelGareth
Waking up Shimura gasps for air, dry gasps of life giving breath, he catches his throat, and looks around with wide eyes, the others were waking, all but Leylek, hearing the murder he mutely nods, as if he knew...their words were worth listening to.

He looked around like a street rat preparing for a beating, the shadows...the trees....they all reminded him..

but how, what was that dream  about ?

He shook his head, and stood up, resting his hands on his daisho, it was comfortable, it was familiar.
 
"I think we need to leave this place..."  he says looking at Leylek sorrowfully.

 
 Spoiler 

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 2
 Level  7  Init  3,  HP  61/61,  Speed  30
 AC  23  Touch  14   Flat-footed  18
 Fort  +9  Ref  +5  Will  +6
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition's  Fortification 25%, DR 2/-, Mantle of flame 3d6 fire on hit[ UNSHAPED ]
 Special  Law devotion [0/1], Belt of Healing [0/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects, Blade Guide, Eternal Training [0/1], Essentia 3
 speech:   008080 

Mirumoto Niten, Ancestor (Blade Guide)
Least Soulspark, Tiny Outsider (Lawful, Incarnum, Native)
 Hit Dice  2d8  Init  5,  HP  16/16,  Speed  20 ft., fly 30 ft. (perfect)
 AC  15  Touch  13  Flat-footed  14
 Fort  +5  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Stats  Str 10, Dex 13, Con 15, Int 6, Wis 13, Cha 13
 Condition's  Amorphous (immune to crits/sneak attack), DR 1/chaotic, Evasion
 Special 
 -Attack Bonus:  0/2; +1 bonus to-hit&amp;damage / Essentia
 -Deflection Bonus:  0/2; +1 deflection to AC / Essentia
 -Healing:  0/2; Fast healing 1 / Essentia
 -Saving Throw:  1/2; +1 resistance bonus / Essentia
 Attack:  Soul blast +5 ranged touch (1d4+1)
 Skills:  Diplomacy +3, Hide +14, Knowledge (history) +3, Listen +6, Move Silently +6, Sense Motive +6, Spot +6
 speech:   #DAA520 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 2/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame[UNSHAPED] 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 0/2 
 - 
 
  Soulspark Familiar 
 Blade guide Familiar 
 multiple options 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  
 
Auranghzeb
The murder did not impede onka's dance. The dancer stepped lightly on the dark roots of the mother tree and around a heavily breathing Leylek, his dace was a beautiful performance, and the night filled with the rythmical noice of the leaves and branches ruffling to the dancer's movements.

***
Leylek, oblivious to this, dove harder and deeper into the dark waters chasing the Tako and felling him with one powerful blow that sends the creature aimlessly drifting. His drowning comrades, who with open mouths tried to extend blue fingers towards the crane seemed like an underwater forest of forms unbound. Around Leylek, the splintered wood floated upwards and swirled without direction. The men of the steppes found a watery grave.

Above, well above on the surface, the light changed as if the canopy of a dense forest danced under the sun and the partially translucid leaves drew figures with their shadows. The powerful lungs of the crane were reaching a limit, he was no cormorant.


 what do you do? 


***

Shimura, meanwhile tried to make sense of a dream that carried much meaning. What had happened? Had the others dreamt of something similar?


The murder spoke to him softly.

 What have you seen? 
Metastachydium
With no easy enemy left to fight, toe to toe and hand to hand, the cold of the storm-water quickly begins to draw the heat of anger away, leaving but one fire still burning: that of tired lungs within a man about to drown. A strange feeling of desolation descends upon the Crane in its wake, that arrives with a grim understanding: it doesn't matter that he stayed this time. It doesn't matter that he fought. He didn't win and he couldn't. This is what it was, still, part of the same push. That old war was lost before it began, for the Wind was bound to come. And it was bound to snatch him far away.

He is still to do this. Take it to the end, as the honour of the warrior and the bond of blood shed together demands: even the dead should see the sun and feel the wind again; else how does the fleeing soul find the way? But whether waking, as he may be, or in dream, as he may be, he'll do that in defeat. And he'll live or pass with that much in mind. If he did, indeed, find the new war he remembers, he'll wage it; or else, if he lives, he is to find one. For now, he grabs hold of the two warriors floating the closest, and begins to struggle upwards, signalling the way with his beak for the others. They might follow. They might not. He has to go now.
Cygnia
Ahalyā woke up to the sound of Raksha whining softly by her side.  The shaman immediately tensed, remembering the cruel grin of the &lt;i&gt;wang-liang&lt;/i&gt; in her wolf's shape, still clinging to her thoughts and refusing to pass back into the realm of misty sleep.

    "...mistress...?"    
    "I-I am all right, Raksha.  Just uncomfortable dreams..."      Ahalyā groggily rose from her bedroll and, with a shaky hand, skritched behind Raksha's ears.  She then shot a worried glance towards Leylek's still-sleeping form.
Auranghzeb
 Leylek 

The realization comes right on time,  it doesn't matter that he stayed this time.  

The war is not in what was lost in the past, but in what lies ahead. His struggle is not against the ghosts of those he couldn't save: the brother, the friend, those are gone like the snow tawing on the blue ridges at the edge of the steppe. Life goes on.
But he does not give in to that feeling of desolation, he pulls one of the drowning men and rises towards that sliver of light above, his lungs burning. He paddles furiously until he finally makes it.



 Everyone 

As Onka continues his dance, Leylek shudders and gasps. Then he suddenly open his wings and jumps awake gasping for air and coughing  water, sea water .

The murder speaks.

 You were close, I could feel you leaving. 


Then the crows stare at you, all of you, dozen of eyes looking curiously at the bunch of you.

 What did you see? 
Alhallor
When Leylek awakens Onka jumps back, worried at first that he inadvertenly hit the crane but then helping him to cough out all the... Water? He swallowed... Somehow?

The dancers arms, hands, legs and feet are covered by a sheet of gleaming metal when he raises his head high and answers the murder.

 I was near my village after I killed Liu. A beautiful maiden wanted me to show what happened afterwards.  Onka kicks the ground.

 I refused... Damning myself to never knew what had become of them it seems. I thought you had send us those dreams? 

Onka was a bit curious but mostly happy that these haunting dreams had been over.
Auranghzeb
The murder laughs at Onka's suggestion, and the laugh of a hundred crows reverberates for a minute before finally ending.


 No, we can't send you dreams. We only  facilitate them  and we could sense your fears. Bu we cannot see what the dream realm show you. We are now intrigued. 
Metastachydium
A sea long past still dripping from his beak, Leylek straightens up, quite sullen and haggard, to see at least some of his dignity restored, albeit not forgetting to offer a bow of sincere gratitude to Onka who seemingly rushed to his aid  before  he'd even wake: a good man. He can see the dancer's limbs glisten like hard steel, but he says nothing of them. He has seen Onka like this, fighting for the Prince on the rooftops; and he knows himself how to strike with steel-strength. If there is a matter to speak of, Onka will speak of it as he sees fit. Instead, he turns his gaze upwards, to inspect the other birds.   Does this amuse you?   he asks dryly. The dream has shown him things he had to see and things he had to know, and absolved him of some old guilt, even, or so he feels now; but he doesn't has it in himself to laugh.
Cygnia
   "I was with Raksha, by a deep precipice that I apparently was searching for and a voice asked me if my intent was pure..."    The vanara continued to stroke behind the wolf's ears, trying to reassure the two of them that they were both real.    "But it was  not  Raksha -- a sneering spirit had taken her form.  A  wang-liang .  They ruled the world before the age of man and when their reign ended, they grew jealous and spiteful."   

Ahalyā assumed that the murder of crows was probably familiar with such  oni , but she didn't want to make that same assumption of her companions.  Raksha whined softly, feeling the tension still in her mistress' mood.

   "I tried to say that I acted to save your innocent child who had been stolen, yet the spirit continued to mock me, to say that the age of men is tainted and to aid them is impure."    Ahalyā bowed her head, feeling ashamed.     "In haste and in anger, I then called upon my ancestors to help drive the  wang-liang  back.  But before I woke, the spirit cried out something odd -- ' They brought humanity to the taint, gave her shape and flesh. Now you can't contain it. '"   
BelGareth
 "I saw....I saw crab Samurai fighting the shadowlands, but...I was the oni...I tried speaking to them, but they just attacked me, as if they somehow...expected it?"  he says confused.

 
 Spoiler 

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 2
 Level  7  Init  3,  HP  61/61,  Speed  30
 AC  23  Touch  14   Flat-footed  18
 Fort  +9  Ref  +5  Will  +6
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 15
 Condition's  Fortification 25%, DR 2/-, Mantle of flame 3d6 fire on hit[ UNSHAPED ]
 Special  Law devotion [0/1], Belt of Healing [0/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects, Blade Guide, Eternal Training [0/1], Essentia 3
 speech:   008080 

Mirumoto Niten, Ancestor (Blade Guide)
Least Soulspark, Tiny Outsider (Lawful, Incarnum, Native)
 Hit Dice  2d8  Init  5,  HP  16/16,  Speed  20 ft., fly 30 ft. (perfect)
 AC  15  Touch  13  Flat-footed  14
 Fort  +5  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Stats  Str 10, Dex 13, Con 15, Int 6, Wis 13, Cha 13
 Condition's  Amorphous (immune to crits/sneak attack), DR 1/chaotic, Evasion
 Special 
 -Attack Bonus:  0/2; +1 bonus to-hit&amp;damage / Essentia
 -Deflection Bonus:  0/2; +1 deflection to AC / Essentia
 -Healing:  0/2; Fast healing 1 / Essentia
 -Saving Throw:  1/2; +1 resistance bonus / Essentia
 Attack:  Soul blast +5 ranged touch (1d4+1)
 Skills:  Diplomacy +3, Hide +14, Knowledge (history) +3, Listen +6, Move Silently +6, Sense Motive +6, Spot +6
 speech:   #DAA520 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 2/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame[UNSHAPED] 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 0/2 
 - 
 
  Soulspark Familiar 
 Blade guide Familiar 
 multiple options 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  
 
Auranghzeb
  LEYLEK and ONKA  
 No, it does not amuse us. But we cannot give you dreams, only interpret them. The Dancer and the Crane seem to be more personal. The past weights you down and pulls you towards it, but mere mortals like you shouldn't live in that angst. It is worthless. 

The crows fly around and shuffle their position. The dawn is breaking already over the cliffs and through the canopy of the mother tree.

 But may it be that your dreams have change you, they always do. 
 SHIMURA AND AHALYA 
 Your dreams are about the past too, but in as much as the past lights the way to what must be done.

Samurai, as I told you before the dreams took over, your ancestors once defeated Fu Leng by restoring him to human life by opening the twelve dark scrolls so they could kill him once and for all. Only one of those scrolls remain: the one stolen.

But the spirt wars continued even without Fu Leng. You know this well.

And the Crab remained the warders of the Kaiu wall, the borderland with the shadowlands where vengeful spirits still wait for the walls to open.

In your dream, you were an Oni and only when you showed  humanity  could the samurai hurt you.
  

Once again, the crows fly and shuffle amongst the branches.

 Once, humanity made Fu Leng mortal. The shawolands vulnerable. But what if... 

The crows stare at Ahalya

 What if the intent wasn't pure, what if it humanity allowed the tainted creatures to walk the world of living undetected even to those like you who are trained and gifted to detect them? How long would a human world last if those in power were bewildered by taint? Where is the war being fought? is it at the foot of the Kaui wall? is it in the thrones and halls of men?   


Dawn fully breaks in, the sun showing a silvery light.


 I sense the fishermen coming back. The tide is low and I will hold my sister's wrath. There's' little precious time. 



****

 
 Spoiler: Level up 


Level up everyone.

Extra dream boons:

Onka: No regrets:  1. You gain the Pure Soul feat (Heroes of Horror). But you still have the point of taint gained before.
                                    2. Lay on hands ability like a paladin of your level.


Leylek:  Survivor of the Sacred Wind  1.Gain Steadfast Determination
                                                               2. 2/day you can produce Gust of wind as a Supernatural ability as a sorcerer of your character level. The save is Constitution based.

Ahalya:  Purity of Intent  1. By spending three turn undead attempts you can remove 1 point of taint from a creature.
                                             2. By spending a turn attempt you can make a melee touch attack that deals sacred damage equal to your level to any evil spirit or tainted creature. Creatures struck must pass a DC 10+1/2 LEVEL +Wis or be dazzled 1 round.



Shimura:  Fragments of an evil soul  1. Gain 5 ranks in Knowledge Shadowlands (Basically religion/planes but only for shadowland related stuff)
                                                              2. +2 insight to Sense motive, attacks, damage vs Shadowland Onis.




 
Metastachydium
 
 Originally Posted by Auranghzeb 
   LEYLEK and ONKA  
 No, it does not amuse us. But we cannot give you dreams, only interpret them. The Dancer and the Crane seem to be more personal. The past weights you down and pulls you towards it, but mere mortals like you shouldn't live in that angst. It is worthless.  
 

The murder receives an understranding, if somewhat moody nod. Leylek saw that his dead have their own weight and the depths this weight pulls itself towards. But his dead are his own, even as he now sees the folly in braving Fate to let him join them; and so is his dream. The crows seem to have grasped enough of it, and he'll tell them no more.


  What if the intent wasn't pure, what if it humanity allowed the tainted creatures to walk the world of living undetected even to those like you who are trained and gifted to detect them? How long would a human world last if those in power were bewildered by taint? Where is the war being fought? is it at the foot of the Kaui wall? is it in the thrones and halls of men?   


Dawn fully breaks in, the sun showing a silvery light.


 I sense the fishermen coming back. The tide is low and I will hold my sister's wrath. There's' little precious time.  

The musings levelled at the Shaman have him respond, on the other hand, firmly, his voice dry, but not even bitter anymore.   The war is now, Revered Spirit. And inasmuch as we can wage it, it is fought where we fight it. And as I see it, that can only be the Wall, or else we'll fail. Shimura- sama ?   he turns to bow towards the Samurai, briefly, a call for the his order to leave.
Alhallor
The words of the murder painted a clear picture, there future path was certain, if perilous. Not anything new, regarding the last few days. Before going over to Alhalya, Leylek's sunken mood was clear to see and Onka lay'd a hand on Leylek's shoulder.  I know a shared burden may not half it, as some stories tell, but if you are ready perhaps I can lift a tiny bit of it that you can soar more freely. 

Then over towards Alhalya.

 As the sisters told, Leylek and me are still cursed with the taint, before we forget this, do you have any idea how to remove it from our souls? I can't think of a scenario where the taint is in any way beneficial for us. 
Cygnia
    "...hrrmmmthinkthinkthinkthink..."     Brows furrowing deep in thought, Ahalyā continued to pet Raksha in reassurance as she pondered Onka's question.     "There are spells, yes.  Spells that can remove disease and curses,  Spells that can restore parts of a person's soul...hrrrm..."   

Her ancestors had blessed her with the ability to help physically heal a body faster -- could, perhaps, she push it to try to help spiritually heal someone?  It could be worth attempting, although, the shaman felt it would be safer to attempt once they were away from this island.  Ahalyā feared the residual taint in the land might interfere.

   "Revered Elder, should we safely rescue Kintaro, should we return him here?  Or, if that is no longer a safe option, what are your wishes for his upbringing?"   
BelGareth
 "We need to move, time is not on our side."  he says simply, packing his gear, and standing ready in moments, like a sentinel waiting on them.

 
 Spoiler 

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 3
 Level  8  Init  3,  HP  70/70,  Speed  30
 AC  23  Touch  14   Flat-footed  18
 Fort  +9  Ref  +6  Will  +6
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 16
 Condition's  Fortification 25%, DR 2/-, Mantle of flame 2d6 fire on hit
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [3/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects, Blade Guide, Eternal Training [1/1], Essentia 3
 speech:   008080 

Mirumoto Niten, Ancestor (Blade Guide)
Least Soulspark, Tiny Outsider (Lawful, Incarnum, Native)
 Hit Dice  2d8  Init  5,  HP  16/16,  Speed  20 ft., fly 30 ft. (perfect)
 AC  15  Touch  13  Flat-footed  14
 Fort  +5  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Stats  Str 10, Dex 13, Con 15, Int 6, Wis 13, Cha 13
 Condition's  Amorphous (immune to crits/sneak attack), DR 1/chaotic, Evasion
 Special 
 -Attack Bonus:  0/2; +1 bonus to-hit&amp;damage / Essentia
 -Deflection Bonus:  0/2; +1 deflection to AC / Essentia
 -Healing:  0/2; Fast healing 1 / Essentia
 -Saving Throw:  1/2; +1 resistance bonus / Essentia
 Attack:  Soul blast +5 ranged touch (1d4+1)
 Skills:  Diplomacy +3, Hide +14, Knowledge (history) +3, Listen +6, Move Silently +6, Sense Motive +6, Spot +6
 speech:   #DAA520 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 2/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 0/2 
 - 
 
  Soulspark Familiar 
 Blade guide Familiar 
 multiple options 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  
 
Metastachydium
 
 Originally Posted by Alhallor 
  I know a shared burden may not half it, as some stories tell, but if you are ready perhaps I can lift a tiny bit of it that you can soar more freely.  
 

Leylek seems to hesitate for a moment; but then, he merely bows his head, something akin to a melancholy smile lingering about his beaked face.   Thank you, Onka- san .   he says, slowly.   I think I grasped what there was to grasp; and it was bleak, but not as bleak as you might imagine. I saw…   he begins, measuring his words, evidently, with a manner of caution unlike him.   I saw the God-Wind, once more. I thought I would see how I should have died; and I saw how little that was to do for me or for my own, instead. I'll…  

 
 Originally Posted by Cygnia 
    "Revered Elder, should we safely rescue Kintaro, should we return him here?  Or, if that is no longer a safe option, what are your wishes for his upbringing?"    
 


 
 Originally Posted by BelGareth 
  "We need to move, time is not on our side."  he says simply, packing his gear, and standing ready in moments, like a sentinel waiting on them. 
 

The Crane falls silent, for a moment, looking at the Shaman and the impatient Samurai, speaking the words he expected to hear, an order to do do as he understands they must.   I'll tell you all you wish to know; there will be a time. But not this time.   he cuts himself short, ready to trace their steps back through the woods and the caves and the sharp rocks.
BelGareth
The Samurai opens his mouth slightly agape at LeyLeks response, it was obvious he had performed a social faux pas, and he had just realized it. His cheeks warmed for a brief moment, while he turned away ashamed.

 
 Spoiler 

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 3
 Level  8  Init  3,  HP  70/70,  Speed  30
 AC  23  Touch  14   Flat-footed  18
 Fort  +9  Ref  +6  Will  +6
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 16
 Condition's  Fortification 25%, DR 2/-, Mantle of flame 2d6 fire on hit
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [3/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects, Blade Guide, Eternal Training [1/1], Essentia 3
 speech:   008080 

Mirumoto Niten, Ancestor (Blade Guide)
Least Soulspark, Tiny Outsider (Lawful, Incarnum, Native)
 Hit Dice  2d8  Init  5,  HP  16/16,  Speed  20 ft., fly 30 ft. (perfect)
 AC  15  Touch  13  Flat-footed  14
 Fort  +5  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Stats  Str 10, Dex 13, Con 15, Int 6, Wis 13, Cha 13
 Condition's  Amorphous (immune to crits/sneak attack), DR 1/chaotic, Evasion
 Special 
 -Attack Bonus:  0/2; +1 bonus to-hit&amp;damage / Essentia
 -Deflection Bonus:  0/2; +1 deflection to AC / Essentia
 -Healing:  0/2; Fast healing 1 / Essentia
 -Saving Throw:  1/2; +1 resistance bonus / Essentia
 Attack:  Soul blast +5 ranged touch (1d4+1)
 Skills:  Diplomacy +3, Hide +14, Knowledge (history) +3, Listen +6, Move Silently +6, Sense Motive +6, Spot +6
 speech:   #DAA520 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 2/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 0/2 
 - 
 
  Soulspark Familiar 
 Blade guide Familiar 
 multiple options 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  
 
Auranghzeb
 
 Originally Posted by Cygnia 
    "Revered Elder, should we safely rescue Kintaro, should we return him here?  Or, if that is no longer a safe option, what are your wishes for his upbringing?"    
 

 Kintaro is now reaching the age of independence. He will be free to chose his destiny if you can free him. He may look like a child to your eyes... well not to  your  eyes, but to those who cannot tell what spirits inhabit.  

The murder stops to consider something and the tree wails.

 But remember: it may be too late. The purity of intent is the difference in the sacrifice. 


The murder of crows starts cowing from the ones above to the ones below.

 The sailors of Kare are coming to keep their promise. You have tree possible paths if you want to reach the fortress at the Kaiu wall. But Shimura san should know about them, one of them goes through Dragon's lands.

Before you leave.

My sister regrets the loss of lives of those who came in the assault. Corrupted as the were, there's always a wound that opens when men are slaughtered. She asks for your forgiveness.
Take these, for the dead will no longer need it:
 

And some of the crows fly in a circle around a patch were you can see some gear.

 
 Spoiler: Gear 
+1 Mighty composite longbow (+3 str) and 15 jade pointed arrows.
Two jade Jitte MW
+1 Nekode (pair)
4 dozes of Jade powder
 

 Leave now, I'm affraid my little sister is unaccounted for and too restless for your safety and that of the sailors.

Farewell. 
Alhallor
Onka bows towards the murder and the tree.  We will do our best.  The dancer simply states, helps carry some of the gear and with an understanding look towards Leylek begins the trek back to the fishers, while they are walking he asks Shimura.

 Shimura-san, the sisters mentioned you know the paths? Do you decide on the way or do you want our ideas weihging on the decision? 
BelGareth
As they walk back to the shore, he listens to Onka speak   "I know of a path through the dragon lands, but I do not think I know the others, or...at least not yet?"  
 
 Spoiler 

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 3
 Level  8  Init  3,  HP  70/70,  Speed  30
 AC  23  Touch  14   Flat-footed  18
 Fort  +9  Ref  +6  Will  +6
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 16
 Condition's  Fortification 25%, DR 2/-, Mantle of flame 2d6 fire on hit
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [3/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects, Blade Guide, Eternal Training [1/1], Essentia 3
 speech:   008080 

Mirumoto Niten, Ancestor (Blade Guide)
Least Soulspark, Tiny Outsider (Lawful, Incarnum, Native)
 Hit Dice  2d8  Init  5,  HP  16/16,  Speed  20 ft., fly 30 ft. (perfect)
 AC  15  Touch  13  Flat-footed  14
 Fort  +5  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Stats  Str 10, Dex 13, Con 15, Int 6, Wis 13, Cha 13
 Condition's  Amorphous (immune to crits/sneak attack), DR 1/chaotic, Evasion
 Special 
 -Attack Bonus:  0/2; +1 bonus to-hit&amp;damage / Essentia
 -Deflection Bonus:  0/2; +1 deflection to AC / Essentia
 -Healing:  0/2; Fast healing 1 / Essentia
 -Saving Throw:  1/2; +1 resistance bonus / Essentia
 Attack:  Soul blast +5 ranged touch (1d4+1)
 Skills:  Diplomacy +3, Hide +14, Knowledge (history) +3, Listen +6, Move Silently +6, Sense Motive +6, Spot +6
 speech:   #DAA520 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 2/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 0/2 
 - 
 
  Soulspark Familiar 
 Blade guide Familiar 
 multiple options 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  
 
Cygnia
   "Thank you for your wisdom, Revered Elder. May peace be granted to you and your sisters...,"    Ahalyā too bowed her head, Raksha at her side.

   Jade...    Beholding the bounty offered to them, a powerful bane against certain spirits.  The problem was, the vanara was woefully lacking in the skills of martial combat.  Ahalyā had a sudden vision of shattering one of the  jittes  with a clumsy attempt at a strike.    O Ancestors, may I be a fast learner!   

In the meantime, she too offered to help carry the gear.
Auranghzeb
You make your way back through the caves with some difficulties but no serious problems. At every step you feel observed and once on the main grotto where you fought the elemental, the broken and scattered heads of the samurai remind you that the youngest sister could still be lurking, bidding her time.

Ahalya does not see anything though, but she does sense something has changed and that feeling increases as you finally reach the sea. The sacred seal of the island is no more. The island does not reside anymore on a different reality...


The tide is low, and for what seems like an hour, you feel it coming up until you finally spot a ship coming in the distance.


Shimura knows the way to the Kaiu wall, even if he himself has never been there. It is either circumnavigating Rokugan, fast, but hard to do it on a fishing boat; crossing crane and scorpion lands through the central valleys, a quiet path but the longest; or cutting straight through the ancient Dragon mountain passes where he himself was trained as a child and then entering the crab clan lands through the barren hills where the las battles of the war of the spirits took place. This latter way is the fastest for a group on foot. But also the most uncertain.
Metastachydium
Leylek walks through the caves without stopping or looking about. He knows the way now, and won't get lost once more. Not in this cave, and not in this war. The Sister within, wherever she may be, he refuses to be afraid of this time around. Spirits, he believes, know Fate more intimately yet than he does; and Fate accounts for them the same as it does for any mortal, if not with an interest more keen. She will leave them alone, or else, they will fight again as they fought before.

…and Fate is indeed willing, in the end. They all surface without incident, and the ship is bound to arrive soon. He gives the sea a long, cold glare. He'll endure it. With the seals now gone and their small world ruled shaken, the Sisters might be in the tighter spot now.   Shimura- sama .   he speaks up at once, his voice barely rasping now.   Do you want me to fly ahead and see if the men brought the baskets along that helped Mistress Ahalyā and Onka- san  to shore when we arrived here?   Was that only yesyterday, the Crane wonders? If so, it was a strange day.   All time saved should serve us well; and I have no doubt you will be as safe without me as you are with, for the short while that could take.  
BelGareth
Staring out to sea, he almost scowled, his bearing was...shaken as of late, he would have to figure out how to maintain focus in all of....this.

  "Master LeyLek, yes...that would seem prudent seeing as last time...well, we had our issues. Thank you"   he says turning to the crane and bowing.

He turns back to the sea to reminisce and....speak to his ancestor.  &lt;Great Grandfather, do you have any memories of this path through our noble lands?&gt; 
 
 Spoiler 

knowledge shadowlands?
 (1d20+6)[ 13 ] 
   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 3
 Level  8  Init  3,  HP  70/70,  Speed  30
 AC  23  Touch  14   Flat-footed  18
 Fort  +9  Ref  +6  Will  +6
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 16
 Condition's  Fortification 25%, DR 2/-, Mantle of flame 2d6 fire on hit
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [3/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects, Blade Guide, Eternal Training [1/1], Essentia 3
 speech:   008080 

Mirumoto Niten, Ancestor (Blade Guide)
Least Soulspark, Tiny Outsider (Lawful, Incarnum, Native)
 Hit Dice  2d8  Init  5,  HP  16/16,  Speed  20 ft., fly 30 ft. (perfect)
 AC  15  Touch  13  Flat-footed  14
 Fort  +5  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Stats  Str 10, Dex 13, Con 15, Int 6, Wis 13, Cha 13
 Condition's  Amorphous (immune to crits/sneak attack), DR 1/chaotic, Evasion
 Special 
 -Attack Bonus:  0/2; +1 bonus to-hit&amp;damage / Essentia
 -Deflection Bonus:  0/2; +1 deflection to AC / Essentia
 -Healing:  0/2; Fast healing 1 / Essentia
 -Saving Throw:  1/2; +1 resistance bonus / Essentia
 Attack:  Soul blast +5 ranged touch (1d4+1)
 Skills:  Diplomacy +3, Hide +14, Knowledge (history) +3, Listen +6, Move Silently +6, Sense Motive +6, Spot +6
 speech:   #DAA520 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 2/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 0/2 
 - 
 
  Soulspark Familiar 
 Blade guide Familiar 
 multiple options 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  
 
Metastachydium
WIth but a silent bow of his own in return, Leylek spreads his wings and kicks himself into the air, hurrying to meet the ship as quicly as he is able with rapid wingbeats.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Beeline to the ship, running for an average of 80' covered per every six seconds.
 
Alhallor
Onka follows the others, weighing in some options and rummaging some things in his mind. He had a lot to think about and the wandering made his mind wander.

 I think we should try out the mountains. It's your decision in the end Shimura-sama, but I'm aware of some mountain dangers and with it being the fastest way for us I think it may be the best option, I know we are not heavily pressed for time but I think it's better to get Kintaro as fast out of the clutches of the Crab as possible. 
BelGareth
  "It makes sense, it is the faster path, time is not on our side. I will continue to reminisce on it, maybe my Great Ancestor will have some insight. "   he answers

 
 Spoiler 

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 3
 Level  8  Init  3,  HP  70/70,  Speed  30
 AC  23  Touch  14   Flat-footed  18
 Fort  +9  Ref  +6  Will  +6
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 16
 Condition's  Fortification 25%, DR 2/-, Mantle of flame 2d6 fire on hit
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [3/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects, Blade Guide, Eternal Training [1/1], Essentia 3
 speech:   DAA520 

Mirumoto Niten, Ancestor (Blade Guide)
Least Soulspark, Tiny Outsider (Lawful, Incarnum, Native)
 Hit Dice  2d8  Init  5,  HP  16/16,  Speed  20 ft., fly 30 ft. (perfect)
 AC  15  Touch  13  Flat-footed  14
 Fort  +5  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Stats  Str 10, Dex 13, Con 15, Int 6, Wis 13, Cha 13
 Condition's  Amorphous (immune to crits/sneak attack), DR 1/chaotic, Evasion
 Special 
 -Attack Bonus:  0/2; +1 bonus to-hit&amp;damage / Essentia
 -Deflection Bonus:  0/2; +1 deflection to AC / Essentia
 -Healing:  0/2; Fast healing 1 / Essentia
 -Saving Throw:  1/2; +1 resistance bonus / Essentia
 Attack:  Soul blast +5 ranged touch (1d4+1)
 Skills:  Diplomacy +3, Hide +14, Knowledge (history) +3, Listen +6, Move Silently +6, Sense Motive +6, Spot +6
 speech:   #DAA520 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 2/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 0/2 
 - 
 
  Soulspark Familiar 
 Blade guide Familiar 
 multiple options 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  
 
Cygnia
   "Indeed,"    nodded the shaman fervently. Time was truly not on their side.     "I trust your insight and the insight of your ancestor, Master Shimura."   

With the isle now gone from this reality, Ahalyā murmured another silent prayer for the welfare of the Three Sisters.
Auranghzeb
Leylek flies over to the fishing boat approaching in the horizon, the wind is strong today and the ship has to veer further away from the rocks. There's a sight of disbelief and relief from the fishermen of Kare when they recognize the Crane.

 We really thought we would not see you again. Our village is in mourning. We don't know what will happen. But we had hopes. 


As the recedes with the tide, the other adventurers crossed the rocky beach from the cave entrance to the open sea, waiting for Leylek to bring the basket closer.

Ahalya notices something in the distance with her spirit sight. It is the little sister, standing almost immobile on the rocks where the sacred ropes protect the island, gently touching the now useless rope. It turns and gazes at her with a wicked smile and then jumps into the water  outside  the protective barrier.

 Some spirts are lost
grief is a wound seeping rage
collecting a debt  

With no little effort you finally make it to the ship, hardships have made you stronger. But there's a feeling of lost in the morning air.


***

Instructed by Shimura, the fishermen take you East towards a tiny beach almost a day away surrounded by two big cliffs and help you reach the golden sand.
With the ship moored in the well protected bay, they camp with you on the beach under the shadow of the Dragon Claw mountains.

The mountain passes start here, to the south east climbing slowly and then reaching the 2000-2500 meters with peaks well over 3500. You will skirt those peaks and stick to the western side of the largest mountains until you reach the inner valleys of the Dragon Lands and from there will follow the Winding River towards Crab Lands.
Alhallor
Onka uses the boat ride to sink into deep contemplation. The amulet of his mother was dangling on trusty Raksha's neck and he did found a better weapon than the one his father lend him. He was afraid of forgetting him, but the dream sent by the sisters gave him equal parts dread, but also some form of hope. A dream wouldn't necesarrily predict the future and when they were tredging through the mountains an additional piece of stuff that they wouldn't really need could be dangerous to hang on for sentimental reasons.

When they reached the shore and were done making camp Onka adresses Ono and hands him his fathers fishing spear.

 I want you to have this, use it or sell it for you're village. I'm sure whatever you decide to do with it, it should serve you better than it will us. 

He then try's to get Shimura involved too.

 Our trusty steeds are still at the village. Do you think when the villagers bring them back to the lord they could get some help rebuilding what they had lost? I'm not sure if telling him what were up to would be wise, who knows what may follow us? You're probably more accostumed to these kinds of intrigue, Shimura-san? 
 
 Spoiler: OOC 
It's a masterwork longspear, I'm sure the village could need some 150 gold or something.
 
Cygnia
For most of the boat ride, Ahalyā kept silent in meditations, trying not to worry about the release of the third Sister into the seas.

    
One crisis at a time.
    

Mostly, her mind turned and pondered about her idea of being able to heal one's spirit as opposed to just the physical form.  Once they landed, she felt confident enough to ask.

   "Master Leylek, Master Onka -- with your permission, I may be able to alleviate some of the taint plaguing your spirits now.  By your leave, please allow me to try..."     The shaman bowed respectfully.
BelGareth
Shimura helped at every portion of the trip, ferrying friends, holding lines, and swimming to the boat as the last member. He even helped the fishermen, who were far better sailors than he, guiding them to his ancestral land, which wasn't that hard. Once he pointed out the constellations, they managed to easily guide the boat.

He nodded to Onka with a small smile   "You are learning the ways of  Bushido , this is called 'Jin'; Jin refers to the virtue of compassion and kindness towards others. It embodies the idea of acting with empathy and understanding, and it encourages samurai to be merciful and considerate in their interactions with others. This virtue is essential in maintaining honor and respect within the samurai code, emphasizing the importance of treating others with dignity and kindness."   he rattles off as if reciting a manuscript. Nodding in satisfaction, he continues, "  Yes and no, the Lord is responsible for taking care of the village; it is his duty. He will do so if he is an honorable man. It would be shameful for us to ask, as it is expected."  

Once on land, Shimura seemed a little more at ease. Not that the sea was worrisome, but the feeling of being so  close to his homeland  brought a sense of catharsis to the stoic samurai. He knelt down on the beach, cupped the sand in his hands, and kissed it in a prayerful moment of thoughtfulness.

Getting up, he washed his hands and looked at the new weapons his companions wore at their waists.

  "The Jitte and Nekode are both complex weapons, and it can take some time to master them. I would be gladhonored to assist either of you with training."   he says simply.

 
 Spoiler 

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 3
 Level  8  Init  3,  HP  70/70,  Speed  30
 AC  23  Touch  14   Flat-footed  18
 Fort  +9  Ref  +6  Will  +6
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 16
 Condition's  Fortification 25%, DR 2/-, Mantle of flame 2d6 fire on hit
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [3/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects, Blade Guide, Eternal Training [1/1], Essentia 3
 speech:   DAA520 

Mirumoto Niten, Ancestor (Blade Guide)
Least Soulspark, Tiny Outsider (Lawful, Incarnum, Native)
 Hit Dice  2d8  Init  5,  HP  16/16,  Speed  20 ft., fly 30 ft. (perfect)
 AC  15  Touch  13  Flat-footed  14
 Fort  +5  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Stats  Str 10, Dex 13, Con 15, Int 6, Wis 13, Cha 13
 Condition's  Amorphous (immune to crits/sneak attack), DR 1/chaotic, Evasion
 Special 
 -Attack Bonus:  0/2; +1 bonus to-hit&amp;damage / Essentia
 -Deflection Bonus:  0/2; +1 deflection to AC / Essentia
 -Healing:  0/2; Fast healing 1 / Essentia
 -Saving Throw:  1/2; +1 resistance bonus / Essentia
 Attack:  Soul blast +5 ranged touch (1d4+1)
 Skills:  Diplomacy +3, Hide +14, Knowledge (history) +3, Listen +6, Move Silently +6, Sense Motive +6, Spot +6
 speech:   #DAA520 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 2/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 0/2 
 - 
 
  Soulspark Familiar 
 Blade guide Familiar 
 multiple options 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  
 
Metastachydium
 
 Originally Posted by Auranghzeb 
 Leylek flies over to the fishing boat approaching in the horizon, the wind is strong today and the ship has to veer further away from the rocks. There's a sight of disbelief and relief from the fishermen of Kare when they recognize the Crane.

 We really thought we would not see you again. Our village is in mourning. We don't know what will happen. But we had hopes. 


As the recedes with the tide, the other adventurers crossed the rocky beach from the cave entrance to the open sea, waiting for Leylek to bring the basket closer. 
 

Leylek bows to the fishermen, curtly, in appreciation of the word that was given and honoured in timely fashion, despite fears and hardship   Some things were lost, some gained.   he tells them, almost elusively.   But we know the way forward now; and we must move quickly.   he adds, gathering up the baskets, and getting ready to take flight.   If we do, hope's not yet foolish.  

 
 Originally Posted by Alhallor 
 Onka uses the boat ride to sink into deep contemplation. The amulet of his mother was dangling on trusty Raksha's neck and he did found a better weapon than the one his father lend him. He was afraid of forgetting him, but the dream sent by the sisters gave him equal parts dread, but also some form of hope. A dream wouldn't necesarrily predict the future and when they were tredging through the mountains an additional piece of stuff that they wouldn't really need could be dangerous to hang on for sentimental reasons.

When they reached the shore and were done making camp Onka adresses Ono and hands him his fathers fishing spear.

 I want you to have this, use it or sell it for you're village. I'm sure whatever you decide to do with it, it should serve you better than it will us.  
 


 
 Originally Posted by BelGareth 
 He nodded to Onka with a small smile   "You are learning the ways of  Bushido , this is called 'Jin'; Jin refers to the virtue of compassion and kindness towards others. It embodies the idea of acting with empathy and understanding, and it encourages samurai to be merciful and considerate in their interactions with others. This virtue is essential in maintaining honor and respect within the samurai code, emphasizing the importance of treating others with dignity and kindness."   he rattles off as if reciting a manuscript. 
 

Leylek frowns, if only at himself, for once. He is humbled once more, and without effort by one that he might have mistaken for his lesser only a short while ago, were it not for seeing the dancer  fight  first. And Onka is right, of course; the Crane was told this much through dreams himself: he must not be what he came here to be, seen as a raider and a thief. He must unburden himself of past things that serve a purpose in  this war  no longer.

He draws the short, curved blade hanging by his side and and steps closer to the men of Kare as his companions talk on.   Take this as well, if gifts are given and received, and if you want it.   he says with a low voice.   There are, or so I hear said, spirits across the sea that fear its iron. I have no need of it where we go.   he goes on, holding it forward, hilt first.   And speaking of spirits, be careful with your own sea for now, if you'll take, at least, that advice.   he remembers, scowling slightly as he turns.   The seals of the Sisters broke; and you suffered enough.  

 Getting up, he washed his hands and looked at the new weapons his companions wore at their waists.

  "The Jitte and Nekode are both complex weapons, and it can take some time to master them. I would be gladhonored to assist either of you with training."   he says simply.  


 
 Originally Posted by Cygnia 
    "Master Leylek, Master Onka -- with your permission, I may be able to alleviate some of the taint plaguing your spirits now.  By your leave, please allow me to try..."     The shaman bowed respectfully. 
 

Rejoining the others, the scowl slowly fading from his face, the bird nods at Shimura- sama 's suggestion first, seemingly at thought for a moment, a grim shadow passing over his face.   As would I be. I'm little good at their use; but I understand it. I was sent against these lands before, and then I served them;   he admits, with a slight frown   I know some customs of its wars. But first,   Leylek returns the Shaman's bow, his deeper yet than hers.   Mistress Ahalyā. Know that you don't need my  leave  for what  I  should entreat and thank you for. You have my trust; and should you not succeed, that cannot break it.  
 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Leylek is offering up his cold iron cutlass to the people of Kare.
 
Cygnia
   "I will need any training you can offer, o friends.  For I fear our enemies will grow in their desperation the closer we get."    Ahalyā possessed a simple sickle, but such a blade was only good at harvesting plants or culling away vines in the way.  But being able to competently wield a jade weapon might at least provide some ward against the evil spirits.

Ahalyā then nodded to Leylek.

Some from her forest had too much pride or shame to ask for help.  Still others kept their injuries as a mark of honour or a learning lesson.  What it had taught her was that she needed to ask for such consent beforehand.  What might seem obvious to anyone could hide a story not yet ready to be told.

    "O Ancestors, please guide me in relieving the mark of undeserved taint upon this noble warrior's soul..."     Ahalyā intoned softly as she carefully laid her hands upon the crane.  She didn't know if whatever she was doing was the  right  thing to say, but she certainly hoped her ancestors understood what she wanted to do.

 
 Spoiler: Action 

Burning 3 turn attempts to heal away a point of taint on Leylek
 
Auranghzeb
Once in the beach, Ono and the other fishermen accept the gifts. The fragile ship is moored as safely as possible in the narrow bay, under the shadow of the mennacing cliffs beyond which the Dragon Lands commence.


 
 It is my honor to help you and to receive your aid. Kare is in debt with you and your kind words help in clearing the dark clouds still hanging over our brow.

We will leave with the first tide in the morning.

We can share some dried fruits and some fresh fish.  


***

Ahalya taps into her dreams...

  The purity of intent  

and with a divine touch, the taint that tormented Onka and Leylek is removed as one removes a torn from an animal's paw before it grows and festers and finds its way to the heart.


***

Onka learns from Shimura, who in the vicinity of his ancient lands takes even more the role of commander, as the Samurai instructs him in the ways of honor and honorable debt: It falls on the Regent and Prince Genji's to rebuild Kare, and so will they, Shimura is convinced.


***

Leylek, the sea is a reminder, but just as the tides wash the debris from the sands, so the past must be washed and hidden. There is no use right now.


***


The dusk turns into a night and a waning moon reminds all of you that the time is ticking. The morning comes soon without incidents and even before dawn breaks, Ono and his fishermen are packing up to sail off.


 Fare well, if it is the goddess will, we will see each other again. 



***

Ahead of you, the narrow path winds into the hills and the mountains.
Alhallor
Towards Ahalya:  Alhalya, I'm not a master of anything but I would be glad if you could rid my soul of whatever has tainted it.  Onka couldn't really tell what happened when Ahalya removed the taint but he felt somewhat lighter and even breathed a bit more freely than before.

The dancer seemed a bit flabbergasted after Shimura's explanation of 'Jin'.  I didn't really want to become a Samurai, but I'm honored that I seem to walk this path without that being my intention. 

Regarding the weapons  I thought they didn't look that complicated... Which means that I probably need all the help I can get learning how they work. 

Onka waves towards the brave villagers of Kare when they sail away and looks at the path that lays ahead before them. Of course the dancer wasn't accotumed to these mountains but it was nice seeing a view that reminded him of home.
BelGareth
Shimura bows at Onka's simplicity as he smirks a tad, his stoicism breaking for his good friends.   "Bushido is not only for Samurai Onka-san, it is a set of values and principles, Samurai try their best to live by these ethos, but there are others who hold to the truths as well."  
 
 Spoiler 

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 3
 Level  8  Init  3,  HP  70/70,  Speed  30
 AC  23  Touch  14   Flat-footed  18
 Fort  +9  Ref  +6  Will  +6
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 16
 Condition's  Fortification 25%, DR 2/-, Mantle of flame 2d6 fire on hit
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [3/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects, Blade Guide, Eternal Training [1/1], Essentia 3
 speech:   DAA520 

Mirumoto Niten, Ancestor (Blade Guide)
Least Soulspark, Tiny Outsider (Lawful, Incarnum, Native)
 Hit Dice  2d8  Init  5,  HP  16/16,  Speed  20 ft., fly 30 ft. (perfect)
 AC  15  Touch  13  Flat-footed  14
 Fort  +5  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Stats  Str 10, Dex 13, Con 15, Int 6, Wis 13, Cha 13
 Condition's  Amorphous (immune to crits/sneak attack), DR 1/chaotic, Evasion
 Special 
 -Attack Bonus:  0/2; +1 bonus to-hit&amp;damage / Essentia
 -Deflection Bonus:  0/2; +1 deflection to AC / Essentia
 -Healing:  0/2; Fast healing 1 / Essentia
 -Saving Throw:  1/2; +1 resistance bonus / Essentia
 Attack:  Soul blast +5 ranged touch (1d4+1)
 Skills:  Diplomacy +3, Hide +14, Knowledge (history) +3, Listen +6, Move Silently +6, Sense Motive +6, Spot +6
 speech:   #DAA520 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 2/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 0/2 
 - 
 
  Soulspark Familiar 
 Blade guide Familiar 
 multiple options 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  
 
Metastachydium
 
 Originally Posted by Auranghzeb 
 Ahalya taps into her dreams...

  The purity of intent  

and with a divine touch, the taint that tormented Onka and Leylek is removed as one removes a torn from an animal's paw before it grows and festers and finds its way to the heart. 
 

The feathers about Lylek's whole form  move  in a sudden shiver as though they were soft, gray waves; and then they settle back, smooth as his face seems now.   It is gone.   he says, his voice low and surprised. The strange weight is  gone . He bows one more time.   Mistress Ahalyā. May I not die in your debt.  It is gone.   

 The dusk turns into a night and a waning moon reminds all of you that the time is ticking. The morning comes soon without incidents and even before dawn breaks, Ono and his fishermen are packing up to sail off.


 Fare well, if it is the goddess will, we will see each other again. 



***

Ahead of you, the narrow path winds into the hills and the mountains. 

Leylek stands quietly on the shore, his eyes on the departing ship. These men shared their food with him, and shared with them their strength, as they were able. He raises his right and in it, his new bow high, a salute. He would give them the  uran  cry now; but their task ahead will, he knows, demand silence unless it  must  be broken. He stands there motionless for long; but as the ship fades awy into the sea, he turns.   I would lead the way if only I knew it; but I don't. All the same: I believe we need to go now.  
Cygnia
Ahalyā took to her morning meditations as the others discussed about their journey in this realm.  Raksha stood watch by her mistress' side.  Much like the crane  and much to the wolf's annoyance , Raksha also wanted to get on the move.

The shaman's eyes fluttered open.  With a serene smile, Ahalyā spoke    "I may be able to offer some guidance on that front, Master Leylek.  The ancestors saw fit to bestow upon me a blessing that could show me our surroundings of up to fifty miles on the terrain.  I regret I am not yet strong enough to perceive potential dangers or obstacles on the way, but it will show settlements and landmarks and that will give us a good lead on how to get to the Wall."   
 
 Spoiler: Today's spell list 

LVL 0
Detect Magic -- 2
Guidance  -- 4

LVL 1
DOMAIN (Nature): Trance -- 1
Protection From Evil -- 4
Cure Light Wounds  -- 2

LVL 2
DOMAIN (Knowledge): Detect Thoughts -- 1
Ancestral Vengeance -- 2
Bull's Strength -- 2

LVL 3
DOMAIN (Knowledge): Clairvoyance/Clairaudience -- 1
Mass Aid -- 2
Dispel Magic -- 1
Prayer -- 1

LVL 4
DOMAIN (Nature): Elemental Ward -- 1
Mass Shield of Faith -- 2
Lay of the Land -- 1
 

 
 Spoiler: Action 

Casting  Lay of the Land 
 

 
 Spoiler: Statblock 

   Ahalyā   
F CG Vanara Shaman,  Level  8,  Init  2,  HP  50/50,  Speed  30
 AC  16,  Touch  13,  Flat-footed  14,  Fort  11,  Ref  8,  Will  15,  Base Attack Bonus  6/1
 (weapon finesse in play) Unarmed Strike   8/3 (1d8, x2)
   MW Sickle   9/4 (1d6, x2)
 Jade MW Jitte     (1d4, x2)
 Least Crystal of Adaptation Leather Armor +1  (+3 Armor, +2 Dex, +1 Deflect)
 Abilities  Str 10, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 16, Wis 20, Cha 16
 Condition  Endure Elements (from Least Crystal of Adaptation)
Low-Light Vision
 
Auranghzeb
Ahead of you the impressive cliffs offer a steep road departing from the coast and snaking around rocks up to thousands of feet. This is the northern wall of the dragon lands. The natural border that makes the clan land inexpugnable.

But before moving on, the Shaman calls the help of her spirits to understand the lay of the land. She sees a lush valley crossed by ancient paths and abundant streams of spring water. That flows both to the valley and to the other side of the cliffs  producing waterfalls to the valley and the sea.

Shimura's lands are indeed among the wildest and most beautiful of Sudokugan, and are comparable to the valleys of the great river of Ahalya's land -except at a much tinier scale. On top of the valley, Ahalya also sees two guard towers to the sides of the path. And then, much further away she sees a large temple.


If she would share the information, Shimura would tell her that the temple is their first stop, it is the monastery where young Shimura was trained in the art of war and the discipline of Bushido and from where they will try to pass on the word of the imminent danger.

However, there's a difficult way ahead before the valley. Climbing the cliffs will take you the better part of the morning...
Cygnia
   Gods, the beauty of this land!   

The vision granted to Ahalyā by her ancestors was amazing.  But she owed it to the others to not get caught up in the panoramic view.  She told them of the two guards towers on the side of the path through the valley and further ahead, a large temple.

   "EEP! Oh, but first there are these large cliffs we need to climb down in order to GET to that valley!  Yes, yes, yes!  Ohhh, such a drop!"   

Perhaps Ahalyā should have led with that first...
Alhallor
Bushido seemed to be such a foreign word. Of course the dancer heard about the way but it was almost compared to those of higher status, those who didn't needed to toil every day and overexert they're bodies, which also affected the mind.

But it was needed the dancer saw it know a bit more clearer to hold both body and mind as the same weight, though he prefered to let his body do the talking. He bowed towards Shimura a bit of an embarassed smile on his lips.  Thank you. This journey is as much a quest to help our lands as it has helped me understanding myself better. I could not ask for better companions. 

Onka didn't bother Ahalya while she meditated and her revelations regarding they're future paths were impressive.  Then let's go! Leylek, can you fly ahead and find a good path for us? I remember some climbs who just ended on a sheer cliff, it would be best if we can avoid to overexert ourself. 
 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Climb:  (1d20+2)[ 5 ] 
 
Metastachydium
Leylek nods, a couple times, in appreciation and in thought.   There should be a path, if they saw fit to guard it. But this is no port; it might not be travelled often.   he muses, clicking his beak shut with sudden noise as he makes up his mind.   I will stay above and ahead, then.   he looks at Onka, to acknowledge credit where it's due, then the Samurai, to be sure he has no better way in mind, or other thoughts. The Crane would heed his will, then, as ever.   But not too far above and not too far ahead.   he adds, with a slight frown.   Some might watch, where we should rather not be watched.  
BelGareth
  "In my childhood, these very cliffs were both a challenge and a sanctuary," Shimura begins, his voice carrying a reflective tone. "The journey up these heights was not merely physical; it was a trial of spirit and will. I remember my first ascent vividly. The path was treacherous, with each step feeling like a test of endurance and resolve. Our master, in his wisdom, often said, ‘The path to greatness is steep and fraught with obstacles, but each step taken in honor and persistence brings us closer to our true selves.’

One day, as a young trainee, I struggled to scale these cliffs, burdened by doubt and fatigue. It was the constant guidance and encouragement from the monks and my fellow trainees that taught me a valuable lesson: true strength lies not in conquering the physical challenge but in mastering the inner turmoil that seeks to undermine our resolve. Our master spoke often of Bushido’s virtue of perseverance, and it was through these arduous climbs that I came to understand its true meaning.

He would tell us stories of ancient warriors who faced even greater trials, reminding us that every hardship faced with honor and integrity was a step towards enlightenment. It was here, amidst the rugged terrain and the whispering winds, that I learned to embrace struggle as a path to growth and wisdom.

And now, as we face our own trials on this journey, I carry with me those lessons from the cliffs and the teachings of the temple that awaits us. It is not just the destination but the journey itself, and the virtues we uphold along the way, that define our path."  
 
 Spoiler 

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 3
 Level  8  Init  3,  HP  70/70,  Speed  30
 AC  23  Touch  14   Flat-footed  18
 Fort  +9  Ref  +6  Will  +6
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 16
 Condition's  Fortification 25%, DR 2/-, Mantle of flame 2d6 fire on hit
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [3/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects, Blade Guide, Eternal Training [1/1], Essentia 3
 speech:   DAA520 

Mirumoto Niten, Ancestor (Blade Guide)
Least Soulspark, Tiny Outsider (Lawful, Incarnum, Native)
 Hit Dice  2d8  Init  5,  HP  16/16,  Speed  20 ft., fly 30 ft. (perfect)
 AC  15  Touch  13  Flat-footed  14
 Fort  +5  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Stats  Str 10, Dex 13, Con 15, Int 6, Wis 13, Cha 13
 Condition's  Amorphous (immune to crits/sneak attack), DR 1/chaotic, Evasion
 Special 
 -Attack Bonus:  0/2; +1 bonus to-hit&amp;damage / Essentia
 -Deflection Bonus:  0/2; +1 deflection to AC / Essentia
 -Healing:  0/2; Fast healing 1 / Essentia
 -Saving Throw:  1/2; +1 resistance bonus / Essentia
 Attack:  Soul blast +5 ranged touch (1d4+1)
 Skills:  Diplomacy +3, Hide +14, Knowledge (history) +3, Listen +6, Move Silently +6, Sense Motive +6, Spot +6
 speech:   #DAA520 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 2/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 0/2 
 - 
 
  Soulspark Familiar 
 Blade guide Familiar 
 multiple options 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  
 
Auranghzeb
Convinced, you start the long walk up with Leylek taking flight to scout ahead. He soon spots a circle of eastern buzzards   circling something on the top.


The crane is soon well over 200-300 meters in the air and too large in your hybrid form to feel threatened by these birds of prey, but still, a measure of calm is sensible. This is their territory!

 
 Spoiler: Leylek 
describe your actions towards them
 


He does not see any threats other than the birds and the path, while steep an unkempt seems clear, a shade or two less of overgrowth than the surrounding low bushes and grass.




As he flies, he soon sees the warding towers. Unmanned...



***

Shimura, Onka, Ahalya and Raksha make their way with effort (well, less so for Raksha) but with determination, the steep terrain soon makes their legs feel the burning sensation as they climb the near 600 meters of the cliff in a zig zag. The sights of the narrow beach and the open sea bring a soft breeze, but precisely it is that that forces a mistake. Shimura steps falsely on a rock and tumbles down a few meters dragging dust and rocks down with him, worse, he catches Ahalya and fall down to a lower ledger along the shaman. The hit is a loud thud, but nothing else besides the embarrassment.


***

After you dust up, you go on climbing, much more focused on the path, bruised and hurt, you make it to a flat area of the cliff, some 100 feet from where the nearest tower sits on top of a rock.


***

Leylek is close to the other tower and behind it where the circle of buzzards seems to be watching.
Metastachydium
As the others take the hard route, Leylek is given the time to ponder things in a level flight above. The other birds wouldn't disturb him at all on different skies; they are of the air and wind, more than he is, and do what they are given to do, as all should but few are able. They remind him of that noble sort, the hunting falcons his brother used to handle for the Horselady back when the heavens were clear and the old wars had promise.

But these are more troubled times, and the watchtowers standing empty, as it would seem, make them feel more as a fateful portent – or a telltale sign of a more practical sort. With foot and beak, he motions to the others below not to approach: with luck, they will understand; and then he turns, slowly to sail in a broadd circle, keeping most of the distance with respect, but towards the buzzards.   Good hunting?   he calls out, not in the tongue of this land or his, but as birds call, a shrill cry they'll understand. And Fate willing, he might soon know more.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Using Spiritual Connection to activate Speak with Animals as an SLA for the next 8 rounds.
 
Alhallor
When Shimura let's some stones loose Onka is fast enough to step aside (he would have try'd to cushion both Shimura's and Alhalya's fall, but he was probably to weak to even try.) Though with Shimura just standing up and continuing it easily showed how determined he was to just continue the climb.

When they got up to see the towers Onka waved towards them. They would probably not be really unmanned, right? The soldiers in there were probably just hard to see and if there were any codes they would need to send Shimura probably already knew about them.
BelGareth
Shimura was sure footed the whole way....until he wasn't, a damned pebble rolled under his left foot, making him slip several inches suddenly, pulling his center of balance off, and making him tumble down, backwards directly onto his companions. He let out a cry   "Yamete!"  .

Once he stopped, he rolled over to his side groaning, and sheepishly accepting any help to stand back up, this time he  followed  his companions, and made sure to look where he was going and stepping.

Once above, he saw the towers...and no one manning them.

  "This is not good."   he says simply in his samurai like way. He strides towards it, intent on investigating.

 
 Spoiler 

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 3
 Level  8  Init  3,  HP  70/70,  Speed  30
 AC  23  Touch  14   Flat-footed  18
 Fort  +9  Ref  +6  Will  +6
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 16
 Condition's  Fortification 25%, DR 2/-, Mantle of flame 2d6 fire on hit
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [3/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects, Blade Guide, Eternal Training [1/1], Essentia 3
 speech:   DAA520 

Mirumoto Niten, Ancestor (Blade Guide)
Least Soulspark, Tiny Outsider (Lawful, Incarnum, Native)
 Hit Dice  2d8  Init  5,  HP  16/16,  Speed  20 ft., fly 30 ft. (perfect)
 AC  15  Touch  13  Flat-footed  14
 Fort  +5  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Stats  Str 10, Dex 13, Con 15, Int 6, Wis 13, Cha 13
 Condition's  Amorphous (immune to crits/sneak attack), DR 1/chaotic, Evasion
 Special 
 -Attack Bonus:  0/2; +1 bonus to-hit&amp;damage / Essentia
 -Deflection Bonus:  0/2; +1 deflection to AC / Essentia
 -Healing:  0/2; Fast healing 1 / Essentia
 -Saving Throw:  1/2; +1 resistance bonus / Essentia
 Attack:  Soul blast +5 ranged touch (1d4+1)
 Skills:  Diplomacy +3, Hide +14, Knowledge (history) +3, Listen +6, Move Silently +6, Sense Motive +6, Spot +6
 speech:   #DAA520 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 2/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 0/2 
 - 
 
  Soulspark Familiar 
 Blade guide Familiar 
 multiple options 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  
 
Auranghzeb
 Leylek 
The buzzards continue their circling and close down on Leylek with care, wary of the funny looking half-crane.


 Death is around. But bodies are foul...
may be food, may be poison
 
The largest Buzzard says in a noble voice.


As you look down to where they point you make three bodies in a long deep ditch not 50' from the Watchtower. Two are human, the other is a Nezumi.


*****


 Shimura, Onka, Ahalya 


You rush towards the unmanned watchtower. There are signs of battle as soon as you approach, the reels of the stairs are splintered and theres a silence broken only by the buzzing of flies.
Cygnia
On instinct, Ahalyā immediately called upon her spirit sight.  The pain in her simian posterior would have to wait.

Nothing.

Save the buzzing of flies.

The shaman's expression grew concerned, not liking what the insects might portend.  She crouched by her wolf and asked    "Raksha, can you smell anything wrong?"   

And the wolf tried to investigate in her own way.

 (1d20+5)[ 23 ]  Survival (Track w/Scent)
Metastachydium
  Be careful, then. The dead roam. May be more than posion. Worse. Darkness. Shadow.   Leylek warns the buzzards, in terse bird-cries, concerned and alarmed. He begins circling back in a dive; the noble spirit in Shimura- sama , he can tell now, is too strong still for his own good.   Slow!   he calls out in man-tongue, loud and clear.   Three bodies, ahead, all dead! Two humans and a rat-folk! Perhaps more! The birds sense  taint !   he is almost certain, though he lacks good proof.
Alhallor
 No... Here too? 

Onka rushes in the watchtower, how recent was the attack? Could they still help out? Leylek's words carry the news of more dead, where the crab this ammorale that they would kill they're own neighbors? They're brothers in arms?
BelGareth
Shimura runs up to the stairs with all haste.

 
 Spoiler 

Are there stairs? i don't see any on the map, so move him up as necessary.

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 3
 Level  8  Init  3,  HP  70/70,  Speed  30
 AC  23  Touch  14   Flat-footed  18
 Fort  +9  Ref  +6  Will  +6
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 16
 Condition's  Fortification 25%, DR 2/-, Mantle of flame 2d6 fire on hit
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [3/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects, Blade Guide, Eternal Training [1/1], Essentia 3
 speech:   DAA520 

Mirumoto Niten, Ancestor (Blade Guide)
Least Soulspark, Tiny Outsider (Lawful, Incarnum, Native)
 Hit Dice  2d8  Init  5,  HP  16/16,  Speed  20 ft., fly 30 ft. (perfect)
 AC  15  Touch  13  Flat-footed  14
 Fort  +5  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Stats  Str 10, Dex 13, Con 15, Int 6, Wis 13, Cha 13
 Condition's  Amorphous (immune to crits/sneak attack), DR 1/chaotic, Evasion
 Special 
 -Attack Bonus:  0/2; +1 bonus to-hit&amp;damage / Essentia
 -Deflection Bonus:  0/2; +1 deflection to AC / Essentia
 -Healing:  0/2; Fast healing 1 / Essentia
 -Saving Throw:  1/2; +1 resistance bonus / Essentia
 Attack:  Soul blast +5 ranged touch (1d4+1)
 Skills:  Diplomacy +3, Hide +14, Knowledge (history) +3, Listen +6, Move Silently +6, Sense Motive +6, Spot +6
 speech:   #DAA520 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 2/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 0/2 
 - 
 
  Soulspark Familiar 
 Blade guide Familiar 
 multiple options 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  
 
Auranghzeb
It all happens simultaneously.


Shimura and Onka rush towards the assaulted watchtower with their strides covering the steps in no time. The sight is one of battle, the watchtower garrisons four to five men at all times, there's one body rested against the furthest wall, neck broken with force so his face looks backward. Just above him, the inner rail of the window has been ripped apart as if made of paper.

And peeking through the window, you can see the valley below covered by dense canopy.


Leylek identifies the body of two humans and a nezumi, if he ever had seen one. But the killing marks are not by weapons.


Ahalya concentrates in the presence of Oni or spirits but there aren't any around. Raksha has a fresh scent though, adrenaline filled track moving down to the valley.

The fight is recent, perhaps it even took place as you camped in the beach below the cliffs or a few hours earlier.

Raksha points towards the valley below.
Metastachydium
Leylek is not of the Shaman's wisdom; but he can read face and posture as any, and he feels his eyes have ben getting sharper by the day since this chase began. It takes no spoken word to tell him: up in the near tower there's nothing to fight – but no one to save. His countenance steels into a deeper scowl.   But the three out here! None dead by  arms !   he calls out once more.   I shall look into the other tower!   he adds, turning, his course set. He needs not climb the stairs up or down; this should save them time he fears they will need more than they realized.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

The Bird checks the other tower, circling its top closely and landing only if it looks safe (and unless it is very obvious there's nothing to actually land for);
Perception:  (1d20+12)[ 18 ] 
 
BelGareth
  "This warrior died in a similar manner"   he responds to Leylek, he was analyzing the scene and doing the mental math, if this was done a few  hours  ago, was their a need to rush? Everything in his heart told him to rush ahead, but his mind, his trained focus told him to slow down.   "Let us know if you see anything, but we should search this place, a fool will run head long into a burning building, but the wise will know it will hurt."  
 
 Spoiler 

Search the tower for any more clues, especially the nezumi.

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 3
 Level  8  Init  3,  HP  70/70,  Speed  30
 AC  23  Touch  14   Flat-footed  18
 Fort  +9  Ref  +6  Will  +6
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 16
 Condition's  Fortification 25%, DR 2/-, Mantle of flame 2d6 fire on hit
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [3/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects, Blade Guide, Eternal Training [1/1], Essentia 3
 speech:   DAA520 

Mirumoto Niten, Ancestor (Blade Guide)
Least Soulspark, Tiny Outsider (Lawful, Incarnum, Native)
 Hit Dice  2d8  Init  5,  HP  16/16,  Speed  20 ft., fly 30 ft. (perfect)
 AC  15  Touch  13  Flat-footed  14
 Fort  +5  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Stats  Str 10, Dex 13, Con 15, Int 6, Wis 13, Cha 13
 Condition's  Amorphous (immune to crits/sneak attack), DR 1/chaotic, Evasion
 Special 
 -Attack Bonus:  0/2; +1 bonus to-hit&amp;damage / Essentia
 -Deflection Bonus:  0/2; +1 deflection to AC / Essentia
 -Healing:  0/2; Fast healing 1 / Essentia
 -Saving Throw:  1/2; +1 resistance bonus / Essentia
 Attack:  Soul blast +5 ranged touch (1d4+1)
 Skills:  Diplomacy +3, Hide +14, Knowledge (history) +3, Listen +6, Move Silently +6, Sense Motive +6, Spot +6
 speech:   #DAA520 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 2/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 0/2 
 - 
 
  Soulspark Familiar 
 Blade guide Familiar 
 multiple options 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  
 
Cygnia
   "No spirits here -- but Raksha is picking up scents down towards the valley!"    Ahalyā called up towards Shimura up in the tower.  Perhaps who -- or what -- slew these guards was still close by.  Still, it would be foolish to go on ahead alone.
Alhallor
Onka get's closer to Leylek to take a look at the fallen Samurai and the Nezumi (he never saw one before.)

Other than that, the dancer really had no clue what had happened here, as it was often when the crab devastated a place. It seemed they only left ruin and destruction and for them to desperately pick up some pieces and giving them a new purpose. Or at least giving honor where the crab only saw exploitable ressources, like with the horses.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Full move towards AN10.
 
Auranghzeb
Leylek flies towards the other tower covering the chasm that bridges over the two towers quickly. He can see the valley below, the one that Ahalya divined earlier. The thick canopy of evergreen trees interloped with those of leafless trees that are still dormant in the early spring. During his flight he spots another body down below. Then he makes it to the other tower, the tower seems unmanned but there are no signs of battle here.

 
 Spoiler: Roll Knowledge Local/History/Nature DC 15 
The Nezumi are a immune to taint and they have lived in the vicinity of the shadowlands for centuries. They don't have the greatest relationship with other races, but they are not considered a threat.
 



Shimura knows that very rarely are this towers garrisoned with more that two men per tower. Whatever hit them was quick.
BelGareth
Shimura scowls, one that stays on his face as he moves with haste to head down to the valley in the direction Leylek is flying.

You know Shimura is angry, as he is scowling.

And scowls do not stay on his face.

 
 Spoiler 

rolled a 25 for knowledge shadowlands

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 3
 Level  8  Init  3,  HP  70/70,  Speed  30
 AC  23  Touch  14   Flat-footed  18
 Fort  +9  Ref  +6  Will  +6
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 16
 Condition's  Fortification 25%, DR 2/-, Mantle of flame 2d6 fire on hit
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [3/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects, Blade Guide, Eternal Training [1/1], Essentia 3
 speech:   DAA520 

Mirumoto Niten, Ancestor (Blade Guide)
Least Soulspark, Tiny Outsider (Lawful, Incarnum, Native)
 Hit Dice  2d8  Init  5,  HP  16/16,  Speed  20 ft., fly 30 ft. (perfect)
 AC  15  Touch  13  Flat-footed  14
 Fort  +5  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Stats  Str 10, Dex 13, Con 15, Int 6, Wis 13, Cha 13
 Condition's  Amorphous (immune to crits/sneak attack), DR 1/chaotic, Evasion
 Special 
 -Attack Bonus:  0/2; +1 bonus to-hit&amp;damage / Essentia
 -Deflection Bonus:  0/2; +1 deflection to AC / Essentia
 -Healing:  0/2; Fast healing 1 / Essentia
 -Saving Throw:  1/2; +1 resistance bonus / Essentia
 Attack:  Soul blast +5 ranged touch (1d4+1)
 Skills:  Diplomacy +3, Hide +14, Knowledge (history) +3, Listen +6, Move Silently +6, Sense Motive +6, Spot +6
 speech:   #DAA520 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 2/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 0/2 
 - 
 
  Soulspark Familiar 
 Blade guide Familiar 
 multiple options 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  
 
Cygnia
Ahalyā hastened to follow after the scowling samurai, gesturing for Raksha to come with her.  All the while, her thoughts recalled what she remembered about the  nezumi ...

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

A whoping 16 on K:Local on teh Discordz!
 

 
 Spoiler: Statblock 

   Ahalyā   
F CG Vanara Shaman,  Level  8,  Init  2,  HP  50/50,  Speed  30
 AC  16,  Touch  13,  Flat-footed  14,  Fort  11,  Ref  8,  Will  15,  Base Attack Bonus  6/1
 (weapon finesse in play) Unarmed Strike   8/3 (1d8, x2)
   MW Sickle   9/4 (1d6, x2)
 Jade MW Jitte     (1d4, x2)
 Least Crystal of Adaptation Leather Armor +1  (+3 Armor, +2 Dex, +1 Deflect)
 Abilities  Str 10, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 16, Wis 20, Cha 16
 Condition  Endure Elements (from Least Crystal of Adaptation)
Low-Light Vision
 
Metastachydium
  One more body ahead,   Leylek reports dourly, for his part, turning in the air, his scowl matching Shimura's quite well.   the tower clear!   He begins sailing along in a slow descent, his eyes set on the newly discovered dead, whoever that may have been. Taking a closer look would not be unwise, he feels.
Alhallor
Onka follows Shimura, looking behind. It would not be beyond they're enemy to suddenly spring a trap from behind, Onka stayed around 10 feet from Alhalya occasionally looking behind the towers for any dangerous changes.
Auranghzeb
While you are all intrigued by the towers and the bodies, Raksha is unusually restless.


His senses and scent heightened to the excitement of a hunt! She can feel the battle is not over, the threat is still down the valley and refuses to follow Ahalya, all her insticts point down to the first line of trees...


 THERE'S IMMEDIATE DANGER THERE 
Cygnia
    "MISTRESS! DON'T GO DOWN THERE!"     Raksha growled.  The wolf's fur was up and her ears laid flat back against her head.     "There is DANGER!"   

Ahalyā immediately stopped, recognizing how troubled Raksha's tone and body language were.     "Friends --  HOLD !"    cried the shaman.     "Raksha senses great danger down there if we continue unprepared. Approach and let me at least cast some spells to aid us in our defense!"   
 
 Spoiler: Action 

Once the group is (hopefully) near her, Ahalyā will cast Mass Shield of Faith, grating +3 Deflection bonus to AC for 8 minutes.
 

 
 Spoiler: Statblock 

   Ahalyā   
F CG Vanara Shaman,  Level  8,  Init  2,  HP  50/50,  Speed  30
 AC  19,  Touch  16,  Flat-footed  17,  Fort  11,  Ref  8,  Will  15,  Base Attack Bonus  6/1
 (weapon finesse in play) Unarmed Strike   8/3 (1d8, x2)
   MW Sickle   9/4 (1d6, x2)
 Jade MW Jitte     (1d4, x2)
 Least Crystal of Adaptation Leather Armor +1  (+3 Armor, +2 Dex, +4 Deflect)
 Abilities  Str 10, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 16, Wis 20, Cha 16
 Condition  Endure Elements (from Least Crystal of Adaptation)
Low-Light Vision
Mass Shield of Faith (+3 to AC for 8 minutes)
 
Metastachydium
Leylek might  feel  there is wisdom in seeing things for himself, on the frshly found body and around it; but he  knows  there is more wisdom in the Shaman's words with a conviction more firm. It wouldn't be the first time Raksha senses what he fails to sense either. He changes course, with haste and closes on the two instead without a further word.
BelGareth
Shimura moves to the treeline slowly.

 
 Spoiler 

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 3
 Level  8  Init  3,  HP  70/70,  Speed  30
 AC  23  Touch  14   Flat-footed  18
 Fort  +9  Ref  +6  Will  +6
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 16
 Condition's  Fortification 25%, DR 2/-, Mantle of flame 2d6 fire on hit
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [3/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects, Blade Guide, Eternal Training [1/1], Essentia 3
 speech:   DAA520 

Mirumoto Niten, Ancestor (Blade Guide)
Least Soulspark, Tiny Outsider (Lawful, Incarnum, Native)
 Hit Dice  2d8  Init  5,  HP  16/16,  Speed  20 ft., fly 30 ft. (perfect)
 AC  15  Touch  13  Flat-footed  14
 Fort  +5  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Stats  Str 10, Dex 13, Con 15, Int 6, Wis 13, Cha 13
 Condition's  Amorphous (immune to crits/sneak attack), DR 1/chaotic, Evasion
 Special 
 -Attack Bonus:  0/2; +1 bonus to-hit&amp;damage / Essentia
 -Deflection Bonus:  0/2; +1 deflection to AC / Essentia
 -Healing:  0/2; Fast healing 1 / Essentia
 -Saving Throw:  1/2; +1 resistance bonus / Essentia
 Attack:  Soul blast +5 ranged touch (1d4+1)
 Skills:  Diplomacy +3, Hide +14, Knowledge (history) +3, Listen +6, Move Silently +6, Sense Motive +6, Spot +6
 speech:   #DAA520 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 2/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 0/2 
 - 
 
  Soulspark Familiar 
 Blade guide Familiar 
 multiple options 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  
 
Auranghzeb
The trees below descend through hills with mossy rocks and a thick rich forest soil vibrant with late winter and early spring life, patches of snow still unfrozen remain but the taw is general. There' no noise however, no birds chirping and a sense of foreboding come upon you. As the first of you come closer, you notice the ground has been recently stomped with clear signs of battle and persecution.

Then from under a tall japanese pine a voice calls you.

  Help!  


A human soldier lies there, reclined against the trunk, the dew mixing with the sweat and dirt of his bloodied face.


 Help! 
Alhallor
Onka, ever the helpful sort, sprints towards the soldier and without assesing the situation further try's to help him with the gift of his ancestors.

 It's alright we are here now. What happened? 
 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Onka try's to heal with 16 points healing from his lay on hands pool.
 
Cygnia
Nothing on her spirit sense, but that didn't mean this wasn't some sort of ambush.  Best to move in caut--

--so OF COURSE Onka rushed in anyways.

Ahalyā pinched the bridge of her nose.     "Raksha, do you smell anything wrong about that man?"     she whispered through clenched teeth.  She wanted to hope that Onka's goodwill wasn't going to get him hurt or worse...

 
 Spoiler: Actions 

 (1d20+5)[ 8 ]  Sense Motive attempt from Ahalyā
 (1d20+5)[ 14 ]  Survival/Track attempt from Raksha
 

 
 Spoiler: Statblock 

   Ahalyā   
F CG Vanara Shaman,  Level  8,  Init  2,  HP  50/50,  Speed  30
 AC  19,  Touch  16,  Flat-footed  17,  Fort  11,  Ref  8,  Will  15,  Base Attack Bonus  6/1
 (weapon finesse in play) Unarmed Strike   8/3 (1d8, x2)
   MW Sickle   9/4 (1d6, x2)
 Jade MW Jitte     (1d4, x2)
 Least Crystal of Adaptation Leather Armor +1  (+3 Armor, +2 Dex, +4 Deflect)
 Abilities  Str 10, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 16, Wis 20, Cha 16
 Condition  Endure Elements (from Least Crystal of Adaptation)
Low-Light Vision
Mass Shield of Faith (+3 to AC for 8 minutes)
 
Metastachydium
Leylek clacks his beak in annoyance himself. He should cherish such news: one lived – but how could  any of them  now, with foul things lurking always in the corner of the eye, ever present, ever brazen? Except, perhaps   Onka!   he snaps at the dancer. Kare was indeed a trap; this might be another one. He doesn't like the silence and with all the trees, he cannot fly up to see better.   Careful.   he begins to corcle around, to find a good angle, to rush past Onka and at the wounded man at a moments notice if the need arises.   Pardon our caution, warrior.   he addresses the latter, never the less.   But the shadows wear borrowed faces these days. Who are you?   A side-glance is flashed at Shimura- sama , before his eyes would dart back onto the soldier. The Samurai will know, at least, if this man looks like a warrior of his host, at least.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Quick Perception at the surroundings:  (1d20+12)[ 26 ]  (+2 if Humans are involved); and
a Sense Motive on the soldier:  (1d20+6)[ 21 ]  (+2 if he is Human (Favoured Enemy))
 
Auranghzeb
Onka rushes to the fallen warrior's aid without the cynical mistrust of Leylek and Ahalya, healing him siwftly and saving his life before it was too late.


 Ataro, my name is Ataro. I know lord Shimura, he knows poor old Ataro.

They attacked us by surprise. First came the ratmen, they said they were hunting wild Oni far from their shadows. That they had followed them here. Then the Oni stroke. They were traveling to the valley.

Shimura san, they are going towards the temple. The children are training there! you must stop them. 
Alhallor
Onka threw a short look towards Shimura to make sure that Ataro tells the truth and then reassures him.  It would not be the first time that we bested an oni. Do you want to come with us? 

The dancer is ready to embark at a moments notice. Finally it seems like they would be able to prevent at least some of the damage the crab cause. The worry that if they would have chosen a different path they would have encountered more problems don't stay long on his mind.
BelGareth
Shimura follows the others and regards the foot soldier with a raised eyebrow and a small amount of trepidation, the Oni's campaign against them had infiltrated him such, that he was even questioning his own kinsmen.

He snapped out of his internal thoughts,   "Get down from there, Ataro, we must be off immediately; questions can come later,"   he said, rushing off to the Temple.

 
 Spoiler 

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 3
 Level  8  Init  3,  HP  70/70,  Speed  30
 AC  23  Touch  14   Flat-footed  18
 Fort  +9  Ref  +6  Will  +6
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 16
 Condition's  Fortification 25%, DR 2/-, Mantle of flame 2d6 fire on hit
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [3/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects, Blade Guide, Eternal Training [1/1], Essentia 3
 speech:   DAA520 

Mirumoto Niten, Ancestor (Blade Guide)
Least Soulspark, Tiny Outsider (Lawful, Incarnum, Native)
 Hit Dice  2d8  Init  5,  HP  16/16,  Speed  20 ft., fly 30 ft. (perfect)
 AC  15  Touch  13  Flat-footed  14
 Fort  +5  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Stats  Str 10, Dex 13, Con 15, Int 6, Wis 13, Cha 13
 Condition's  Amorphous (immune to crits/sneak attack), DR 1/chaotic, Evasion
 Special 
 -Attack Bonus:  0/2; +1 bonus to-hit&amp;damage / Essentia
 -Deflection Bonus:  0/2; +1 deflection to AC / Essentia
 -Healing:  0/2; Fast healing 1 / Essentia
 -Saving Throw:  1/2; +1 resistance bonus / Essentia
 Attack:  Soul blast +5 ranged touch (1d4+1)
 Skills:  Diplomacy +3, Hide +14, Knowledge (history) +3, Listen +6, Move Silently +6, Sense Motive +6, Spot +6
 speech:   #DAA520 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 2/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 0/2 
 - 
 
  Soulspark Familiar 
 Blade guide Familiar 
 multiple options 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  
 
Metastachydium
As Shimura- sama  confirms this man serves the Dragon, Leylek nods and turns, less on edge, but no less grim.   They expected pursuit. This is ill news; but good news as well. Time is not their friend, and they fear distraction.   he speaks his mind.   I don't think they care for the Temple. They mean to delay us.   But these are the Samurai's own people; and he does care. This much the bird can tell. Blood shall do what blood demands done; and Leylek Saksaghan will not hinder him.   …and yet we must take the bait indeed.   he nods as he follows.   But we must be very quick, now.  
Cygnia
   "The cruelty is the point,"    said Ahalyā, grave expression on her face.     "And such evil deeds beforehand may be part of whatever rituals they need to break the seal.  Let us hurry to the temple then!"   
Auranghzeb
Ataro barely has time to nod emphatically... as he tries to incorporate painfully and move after the samurai.

  Hai, lord Shimura.  


***

The group moves down the forest, with Shimura leaping down terraces and rocks in the uneven ground. The soft thick layer of snow tawed soil makes for a confusing path, but Shimura knows the way to the temple and Raksha can smell the track of adrenaline and danger.

You all run for a couple of minutes when the first sounds of a fight reach you through the woods.

And there, not  forty yards away, fighting among the massive trees, you see a group of Nezumi frantically shooting arrows at a massive shape!


[IMG] [/IMG]


The fighters have not seen you. There are six nezumi archers with their backs turn toward you and a massive oni some 200' away on a rock.
Alhallor
When Onka becomes aware of the Oni, he freezes for a moment. That one looked more horrid then the last one they encountered and the brave Nezumi, seemed more like children that tried to hurt a giant.

The dancer frantically sprinted towards the danger, trying to close the distance hopefully being able to counter the oni's fearful presence.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Running towards the oni, should be 160 feet. AC drops to 19 however.
 
Metastachydium
As Onka, true to himself, rushes on headlong, Leylek merely frowns. He is growing to learn there is little point chiding the dancer, or trying to stop him. Such is his way, whether the Crane accepts or not. But though he will not abandon the man out of caution in battle, he will not be his like in recklessly testing Fate either. Fate frowns as much as Leylek does these days.

The bird moves up in Onka's wake, but stops far short of how far the dancer would run; and he draws his bow; and he looses two arrows. Let the Rat-folk know help is coming.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Move 30' towards the Oni, drawing that big pilfered bow; and fire from the second increment (without Rapid Shot stuff, accordingly):
 (1d20+11)[ 21 ]  for  (1d8+4)[ 5 ]  magical piercing; and
 (1d20+6)[ 19 ]  doe  (1d8+4)[ 7 ]  the same;
please do adjust for anything Ahalyā might put up in the interim as needed
 
Cygnia
   "EEP!   Ancestors, guide us in this fight against evil!"     Ahalyā cried out as she spied the huge being.  All the while, she frantically tried to unscramble her thoughts in time to determine how best to damage this creature...

 
 Spoiler: Actions 

We should still have the  Mass Shield of Faith  up.
Casting  Mass Aid  on us &amp; the nezumi (+1 morale bonus on attack rolls and saves against fear effects, plus temporary hit points equal to 1d8 + caster level to a maximum of 1d8+10 temporary hit points at caster level 10th).
 (1d8+8)[ 9 ]  temp HP
Move equivalent: Activating Dark Knowledge: Foe (Foe: Starting at 8th level, an archivist can direct his allies to attack vital spots of his enemies. On a successful Knowledge check, he grants them a bonus to weapon damage rolls made against the target creatures equal to 1d6 points of damage. If the archivist succeeds on his Knowledge check by 10 or more, then this bonus increases to 2d6. If the archivist succeeds on his Knowledge check by 20 or more, then this bonus increases to 3d6.)
 (1d20+16)[ 29 ]  Know: Religion + Collector of Stories
 

 
 Spoiler: Statblock 

   Ahalyā   
F CG Vanara Shaman,  Level  8,  Init  2,  HP  50/50,  Speed  30
 AC  19,  Touch  16,  Flat-footed  17,  Fort  11,  Ref  8,  Will  15,  Base Attack Bonus  6/1
 (weapon finesse in play) Unarmed Strike   8/3 (1d8, x2)
   MW Sickle   9/4 (1d6, x2)
 Jade MW Jitte     (1d4, x2)
 Least Crystal of Adaptation Leather Armor +1  (+3 Armor, +2 Dex, +4 Deflect)
 Abilities  Str 10, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 16, Wis 20, Cha 16
 Condition  Endure Elements (from Least Crystal of Adaptation)
Low-Light Vision
Mass Shield of Faith (+3 to AC for 8 minutes)
 
BelGareth
As the others began to prepare for combat, Shimura put his head down and increased speed, he needed to get to that Oni, if not to defend the  Nezumi  then at least his friends.

 
 Spoiler 


RuuuUUUNNNN

120 ft, lose dex to AC (20)

  Init  - (1d20+3)[ 7 ] 
   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 3
 Level  8  Init  3,  HP  70/70,  Speed  30
 AC  23  Touch  14   Flat-footed  18
 Fort  +9  Ref  +6  Will  +6
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 16
 Condition's  Fortification 25%, DR 2/-, Mantle of flame 2d6 fire on hit
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [3/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects, Blade Guide, Eternal Training [1/1], Essentia 3
 speech:   DAA520 

Mirumoto Niten, Ancestor (Blade Guide)
Least Soulspark, Tiny Outsider (Lawful, Incarnum, Native)
 Hit Dice  2d8  Init  5,  HP  16/16,  Speed  20 ft., fly 30 ft. (perfect)
 AC  15  Touch  13  Flat-footed  14
 Fort  +5  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Stats  Str 10, Dex 13, Con 15, Int 6, Wis 13, Cha 13
 Condition's  Amorphous (immune to crits/sneak attack), DR 1/chaotic, Evasion
 Special 
 -Attack Bonus:  0/2; +1 bonus to-hit&amp;damage / Essentia
 -Deflection Bonus:  0/2; +1 deflection to AC / Essentia
 -Healing:  0/2; Fast healing 1 / Essentia
 -Saving Throw:  1/2; +1 resistance bonus / Essentia
 Attack:  Soul blast +5 ranged touch (1d4+1)
 Skills:  Diplomacy +3, Hide +14, Knowledge (history) +3, Listen +6, Move Silently +6, Sense Motive +6, Spot +6
 speech:   #DAA520 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 2/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 0/2 
 - 
 
  Soulspark Familiar 
 Blade guide Familiar 
 multiple options 
 1/2 
 - 
 
  
 
Auranghzeb
The shock of the sight gives you pause for an instant that feels too long! Then the adrenaline comes rushing in and you move towards the creature hoping the Nezumi recognize you as a friend, not a foe!

 Ahalya  Through the misty forest you recognize the creature as a variety of Me-Zu Oni, with its large horse-like head crowned by two twisted buck horns. It reeks of taint and negative energy.

Your quick wits give your comrades in arms an edge (2d6) to pierce the creature's dense skin, but it may not be enough to prevent its regeneration (jade).

Despite its bestial aspect, Me-Zu are extremely clever and well trained warriors and magical, some of them can polymorph with ease!


 Onka  You cover half the distance, leaping throuh dense rubble, rocks and thick roots. From closer in, you can see a large body of another oni lying face down pierced by dozens of nezumi arrows. You could easily reach the Oni with one more effort and attack!


 Leylek  Your first arrow strikes through thanks to Ahalya's aid magic, but it barely scratches the Oni.

 Shimura  Your movement takes you to close range of the Oni, one more push you'll be in melee range.


But then the Oni lifts its empty hand, the one not holding it's massive pick, and crushes a stone with a powerful grip. The stone shatters and shards fly out like sling bullets shot with precision the first hits one of the Nezumi archers in a shoulder and sends him spinning.

The second hits Onka in the temple, it could have been a deadly hit, but the dancer manages to doge  just enough  to avoid having his head crushed in! (14 Damage)

The another rock skips next to shimura, chipping his ankle for no harm.
Alhallor
Onka, being hit by one of the exploding rocks, doesn't even stumble. He keeps running towards the Oni, when the dancer is near him he catapults himself feet first, towards the monstrosity. When he makes impact a loud, audible BOOM accompanies the dancers hit. When the dancer lands his feet start an invigorating rhythm on the ground which fuels the people around him with courage.

 
 Spoiler: Attack against Oni 
Attack:  (1d20+15)[ 29 ] 
Damage:  (1d8+5)[ 9 ]  Normal.  (1d12)[ 10 ]  Charge.  (1d4)[ 2 ]  Sound. Charge, therefore +2 to Hit -2 AC for 22. +1 to hit and damage if Oni has Su's.
+8 more damage, rolled  here. 

Also activating dance of Reckless Bravery giving everyone around 30 feet a +4 morale bonus against fear saves.
 
BelGareth
Shimura focuses his anger, and moves up to the Oni drawing his blades at the last moment to perform the Sleeping Dragon Strike!

 
 Spoiler 


Knowledge check to identify Oni  (1d20+6)[ 11 ] 

Move closer and Iaijutsu strike!

  Attack  - (1d20+13)[ 15 ] 
  Damage  - (1d10+5)[ 11 ]  &amp;   Iaijutsu Focus  - (1d20+14)[ 19 ] 

Swift:
1 essentia into Mirumoto Niten dragonmark
2 essentia into Mantle of Flame

  Fire  - (3d6)[ 12 ]  on hit.

   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 3
 Level  8  Init  3,  HP  70/70,  Speed  30
 AC  23  Touch  14   Flat-footed  18
 Fort  +9  Ref  +6  Will  +6
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 16
 Condition's  Fortification 25%, DR 1/-, Mantle of flame 3d6 fire on hit
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [3/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects, Blade Guide, Eternal Training [1/1], Essentia 3
 speech:   DAA520 

Mirumoto Niten, Ancestor (Blade Guide)
Least Soulspark, Tiny Outsider (Lawful, Incarnum, Native)
 Hit Dice  2d8  Init  5,  HP  16/16,  Speed  20 ft., fly 30 ft. (perfect)
 AC  15  Touch  13  Flat-footed  14
 Fort  +5  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Stats  Str 10, Dex 13, Con 15, Int 6, Wis 13, Cha 13
 Condition's  Amorphous (immune to crits/sneak attack), DR 1/chaotic, Evasion
 Special 
 -Attack Bonus:  0/2; +1 bonus to-hit&amp;damage / Essentia
 -Deflection Bonus:  0/2; +1 deflection to AC / Essentia
 -Healing:  0/2; Fast healing 1 / Essentia
 -Saving Throw:  1/2; +1 resistance bonus / Essentia
 Attack:  Soul blast +5 ranged touch (1d4+1)
 Skills:  Diplomacy +3, Hide +14, Knowledge (history) +3, Listen +6, Move Silently +6, Sense Motive +6, Spot +6
 speech:   #DAA520 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 1/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 2/2 
 - 
 
  Soulspark Familiar 
 Blade guide Familiar 
 multiple options 
 0/2 
 - 
 
  
 
Cygnia
   "SKREE!  Oh beware, friends -- it is a  Me-Zu Oni  we face.  It regenerates from normal injuries, but jade will prevent that! Beware, it is cunning and some of their foul kind can polymorph!"     Ahalyā grimly pulled out the  jitte  of jade, hoping what little training Shimura managed to give her would be enough.     "Come, Raksha -- to battle!"   

Raksha growled her assent.

     "Ancestors, aid me in driving back this foul spirit!"      cried the shaman as they rushed to get closer.

 
 Spoiler: Actions 

Pull out jitte and get about 20 feet close to the oni!
Ahalyā with the turn attempt on horseface!
  (1d20+5)[ 19 ]  
  (2d6+8)[ 15 ]  Turn dmg is... 
Raksha using Aid Another to give +2 on Ahalyā's AC! (DC 10)
 (1d20+4)[ 19 ] 
 

 
 Spoiler: Statblock 

   Ahalyā   
F CG Vanara Shaman,  Level  8,  Init  2,  HP  50/50,  Speed  30
 AC  19,  Touch  16,  Flat-footed  17,  Fort  11,  Ref  8,  Will  15,  Base Attack Bonus  6/1
 (weapon finesse in play) Unarmed Strike   8/3 (1d8, x2)
   MW Sickle   9/4 (1d6, x2)
 Jade MW Jitte   9/4 (1d4, x2)
 Least Crystal of Adaptation Leather Armor +1  (+3 Armor, +2 Dex, +4 Deflect)
 Abilities  Str 10, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 16, Wis 20, Cha 16
 Condition  Endure Elements (from Least Crystal of Adaptation)
Low-Light Vision
Mass Shield of Faith (+3 to AC for 8 minutes)
 


OOC: Turning now a casting of Ancestral Vengeance, dmg rolled in Discord was 12
Metastachydium
  Jade.   Leylek repeats after the Shaman. He is pleasantly surprised, insofar as what's unfolding allows for that. The Crabs aren't such fools as to have full trust of the powers they now serve, after all; and Fate was generous this once: he chose wisely. There is little he could do to the Oni from that much closer.

His eyes set on the being, he advances on, his steps carefully metered, keeping his distance. And then he draws and looses; and draws and looses.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Double move 60', into first increment, and Rapid Shoot two arrows:
 (1d20+11)[ 25 ]  for  (1d8+4)[ 5 ]  plus  (2d6)[ 7 ]  magical piercing jade; and
 (1d20+11)[ 30 ]  for  (1d8+4)[ 12 ]  plus  (2d6)[ 7 ]  magical piercing jade
 
Auranghzeb
Ignoring the crushing pain, Onka hits true and sways the balance to his side, encouraging his allies! His magic fist do not bypass the creature's regeneration, but the strike is solid enough to draw the oni's attention.

Shimura leaps over rocks and mushy roots as he draws his blade with swiftness, but the oni is quick enough and wise to the samurai surprise strike, avoiding the keen blade with ease but the flanking attackers leave the creature open to...

Leylek's two jade-pointed arrows! These sink deep into the creature's shoulder blades and the Oni hisses as the jade burns the demonic flesh and then Ahalya unleashes a primal ancestral force.


The Oni is clearly rattled, it spins around swinging its large war pick landing two blows against shimura and onka. Then it becomes invisible.


 
 Spoiler: OoC 
attack twice, then use swift invisibility.
 
Cygnia
   "EEP!  Raksha, track!  We cannot let this enemy flee!"    cried the harried shaman.  Swift Invisibility  would not last long, but they couldn't give it the chance to regroup or worse...

The wolf growled, senses straining as she tried to pinpoint where the oni was now...

 
 Spoiler: Actions 

Spirit Sight up just in case.
Raksha Tracking attempt
 (1d20+5)[ 20 ] 
Ahalyā Aid Another attempt on the tracking (DC10), total defense for herself (+4 to AC then)
 (1d20+5)[ 20 ] 

Both DECLARE THEIR DODGE ON THE ONI.
 

 
 Spoiler: Statblock 

   Ahalyā   
F CG Vanara Shaman,  Level  8,  Init  2,  HP  59/50,  Speed  30
 AC  19,  Touch  16,  Flat-footed  17,  Fort  11,  Ref  8,  Will  15,  Base Attack Bonus  6/1
 (weapon finesse in play) Unarmed Strike   8/3 (1d8, x2)
   MW Sickle   9/4 (1d6, x2)
 Jade MW Jitte   9/4 (1d4, x2)
 Least Crystal of Adaptation Leather Armor +1  (+3 Armor, +2 Dex, +4 Deflect)
 Abilities  Str 10, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 16, Wis 20, Cha 16
 Condition  Endure Elements (from Least Crystal of Adaptation)
Low-Light Vision
Mass Shield of Faith (+3 to AC for 8 minutes)
Mass Aid: 9 temp HP (+1 morale bonus on attack rolls and saves against fear effects, plus temporary hit points equal to 1d8 + caster level to a maximum of 1d8+10 temporary hit points at caster level 10th)
 
Metastachydium
  Where did it go?   Leylek glowers at the empty space left behind as the Oni vanishes, placing a fresh arrow at the string. It's not the  how  of the matter that sees him worried, of course. He remembers the Oni in those other hills, far behind, galloping unseen through the snow, but rather  where  it might be presently; it's not yet beaten. Fallen snow would now be of help; but even without such, their foe is of quite the size… The Crane scans the forest floor with an intent frown.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Perception:  (1d20+12)[ 23 ]  and maybe
Survival: [rol]1d20+8[/roll], in case it helps; the bird's not looking for the Oni itself, but rather signs of its passage
 
Alhallor
Onka reeled from the hit of the massive creature... And then it was gone. He had no way to discern where it appeared, therefore he lay'd his hands unto himself to relieve him of some of the wounds it caused.

Then a strange torrent of syllables come out of Onka's mouth.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
heal myself for 16 points. Hope this doesn't provoke an AoO. And talking.
 

 
 Spoiler: Nezumi language 
We are on your side, against the Oni!
 
BelGareth
Gritting his teeth, Shimura readies for an attack against the Oni.

 
 Spoiler 


Shimura readies an attack for when the Oni comes within reach when visible.

  Attack  - (1d20+13)[ 31 ] 
  Damage  - (1d10+5)[ 7 ] 
   Miromoto Shimura   
M LG Human (dragon) Samurai \ Mirumoto Niten Master 3
 Level  8  Init  3,  HP  70/70,  Speed  30
 AC  23  Touch  14   Flat-footed  18
 Fort  +9  Ref  +6  Will  +6
 Stats  Str 18, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 16
 Condition's  Fortification 25%, DR 1/-, Mantle of flame 3d6 fire on hit
 Special  Law devotion [1/1], Belt of Healing [3/3], Anklets of Translocation [3/3], +1 bonus on saving throws against paralysis and sleep effects, Blade Guide, Eternal Training [1/1], Essentia 3
 speech:   DAA520 

Mirumoto Niten, Ancestor (Blade Guide)
Least Soulspark, Tiny Outsider (Lawful, Incarnum, Native)
 Hit Dice  2d8  Init  5,  HP  16/16,  Speed  20 ft., fly 30 ft. (perfect)
 AC  15  Touch  13  Flat-footed  14
 Fort  +5  Ref  +4  Will  +4
 Stats  Str 10, Dex 13, Con 15, Int 6, Wis 13, Cha 13
 Condition's  Amorphous (immune to crits/sneak attack), DR 1/chaotic, Evasion
 Special 
 -Attack Bonus:  0/2; +1 bonus to-hit&amp;damage / Essentia
 -Deflection Bonus:  0/2; +1 deflection to AC / Essentia
 -Healing:  0/2; Fast healing 1 / Essentia
 -Saving Throw:  1/2; +1 resistance bonus / Essentia
 Attack:  Soul blast +5 ranged touch (1d4+1)
 Skills:  Diplomacy +3, Hide +14, Knowledge (history) +3, Listen +6, Move Silently +6, Sense Motive +6, Spot +6
 speech:   #DAA520 
    Soulmeld 
 Benefit 
 Essentia benefit 
 Invested 
 Bound 
 
  Mirumoto Niten dragonmark 
 - 
 +25%/e 
 1/2 
 Arms 
 
  Mantle of Flame 
 1d6 fire 
 +1d6/e 
 2/2 
 - 
 
  Soulspark Familiar 
 Blade guide Familiar 
 multiple options 
 0/2 
 - 
 
  
 
Auranghzeb
As the Oni vanishes, the forest goes silent except for Onka's shout. The Nezumi simply nod and smell the air holding their bows at the ready.

Leylek and Ahalya see the hoofsteps where the Oni was an instant before, looking for movement around.

But the movement comes from above!


Perched in a branch some 20' above with its massive weapon hung its shoulders,  the Oni heighs as a mad horse as it points a wicked claw at you, and the overgrowth of the land twists and becomes alive as deadly vines reaching out to Onka, Ahalya, Raksha and Shimura!


 ooc: Entangle with a twist! Refl DC 17 or entangle and take 3 points of damage per round.

Shoot your bows if you had readied an action. It's your turn. 
Metastachydium
Leylek's beak clacks irately, almost on its own. It is an odd impediment, how he, a flyer himself, can frustrate his own efforts so often, not assuming skill at flight or, indeed, better means to move about in foes. But then, the Oni has revealed itself; and arrows do  fly .

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Some more Rapid Shooting:  (1d20+10)[ 12 ]  for [roll]1d8+3[roll] magical piercing jade and
 (1d20+10)[ 22 ]  for  (1d8+3)[ 11 ]  the same
 
Metastachydium
 
 Originally Posted by Metastachydium 
  
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Some more Rapid Shooting:  (1d8+3)[ 9 ]  for [roll]1d8+3[roll] magical piercing jade and
 (2d6)[ 6 ]  for  (2d6)[ 3 ]  the same
 
 
 

 
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Wait, that's a  13  (for  (1d8+3)[ 9 ]  plus  (2d6)[ 6 ]  and for whatever that's worth, of course: I don't really expect that to hit);
and a  23  for  11  plus  (2d6)[ 3 ]  magical piercing jade, because of Ahalyā buffs
 