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Wind Capital Ryoma, Jonin of Sunagakure, Vice-Captain of the Puppetry Corps They met their client in the lobby of an oceanfront hotel, an ancient looking man with a face deeply creased by wrinkles and spotted with livermarks. His head, if it was still capable of producing hair, was shaved entirely b

On route to the Wind Capital Ryoma, Jonin of Sunagakure, Vice-Captain of the Puppetry Corps The run to Wind Capital was harder than he remembered it being, when he last visited a couple years back. The air was hotter, the winds were stronger, and his body was heavier. Directly heavier, because he wa

Sunagakure Ryoma, Jonin of Sunagakure, Vice-Captain of the Puppetry Corps Ninja wars began very quietly. There was no proclamation that they were entering a war, no announcement, no fanfare. Merely a series of missions. The missions were doctored, of course. Contacts and agents loyal to Suna were as

Land of Rain, Closing Years of the Third Ninja War Hanzo the Salamander They had gotten bold in the waning hours of their latest scuffle, the ninja of the Five Great Nations. Bold enough to fight near the borders of the capital, bold enough to ignore the danger in their skirmishes, bold enough to ig

Sunagakure Uchikikabe, Jonin of Sunagakure “These newcomers have distracted us.” The Vice Captain of the Barrier Corps declared with a frown, sipping his tea and staring out the small windows of the sandstone walls of his office. “With so much time spent courting the ninja of Tanigakure, we almost f

Sunagakure Ryoma, Jonin of Sunagakure, Vice-Captain of the Puppetry Corps When ninja wanted to get something done, they got it done pretty fast. The production district had been largely demolished by a rampaging kaiju-turtle-demon and subsequently flooded. Two days after the attack, the unstable fou

Sunagakure Ryoma, Jonin of Sunagakure, Vice-Captain of the Puppetry Corps “Knock.” He called out at the open doorframe of a familiar office, rapping his knuckles against the side. The frames of the doors were all made of stone, so his knocking didn’t make a very audible noise, but his point got acro

Sunagakure Ryoma, Jonin of Sunagakure, Vice-Captain of the Puppetry Corps The reception of the Genjutsu Corps was relatively modest. While they didn’t exactly need extensive supplies to research and train their chosen specialty, they also didn’t get the flashy, expensive jobs of the Ninjutsu Corps.

Sunagakure Ryoma, Jonin of Sunagakure, Vice-Captain of the Puppetry Corps “Thank you all for coming, I know this was on short notice.” Ryoma spoke as clearly as he could to the gathered crowd. Rows of chairs had been set up before a raised platform, which had a podium mounted near to one side and in

-991.M41- -Miracle of Suffering, Segmentum Solar- -Joshua Pendrarc, Everchosen- Somewhat predictably, two thirds of the Dark Eldar who had volunteered to act as guides had attempted to sabotage them in various ways, from not telling them about certain traps on their ships, to incorrectly informing h

-991.M41- -Miracle of Suffering, Segmentum Solar- -Joshua Pendrarc, Everchosen- “They are prepared for you, Lord Vessel.” The old Inquisitor Lord with the crooked nose and hunched back said, walking while braced on a cane with tall black hat pulled back slightly. His servants followed dutifully behi

-991.M41- -Launcel IV, Segmentum Solar- -Joshua Pendrarc, Everchosen- Nine hours and twenty six minutes after his initial prediction, the attack began. It began relatively slowly, with quiet alerts through vox-speakers about ships suddenly appearing in orbit over the planet, screaming through the ex

-991.M41- -Launcel IV, Segmentum Solar- -Joshua Pendrarc, Everchosen- Your expectations will be met. He shot up from the bed with alarm, the sleepy tarot reading returning the first ‘positive’ answer since he had made it a morning habit. He reached up with his hand and rubbed at his eyes, brushing t

-991.M41- -Launcel IV, Segmentum Solar- -Finlay “Waaghbreaker” du Prise, Pilot of the Venerable Knight-Suit “Foehammer”, Freeblade- That damned relic pretended not to notice him as he approached, stomping forwards with a furious pace. The men at arms crossed their spears as he approached, but he bar

-991.M41- -Miracle of Suffering, Segmentum Solar- -Joshua Pendrarc, Everchosen- “Still asleep, huh?” Joshua asked, plated arms crossed before his armored chest. It was a slightly awkward affair due to the advanced weapon mounted on his right forearm, but he had managed to get into something resembli

-991.M41- -Miracle of Suffering, Segmentum Solar- -Joshua Pendrarc, Everchosen- Arist, his Marine-Librarian tutor in the psychic arts, was more than happy to set up the necessary wards and mufflers required to further his training. He was especially happy to hear that Joshua had managed to take the

-991.M41- -Miracle of Suffering, Segmentum Solar- -Joshua Pendrarc, Everchosen- The bridge of the Miracle of Suffering was once more the site of meeting between various captains of the escort fleet, now filled with a grim tension in the aftermath of the attack on the grand cruiser. Not that the prev

-991.M41- -Miracle of Suffering, Segmentum Solar- -Joshua Pendrarc, Everchosen- There was some difference between psykery and sorcery, allegedly. He wasn’t sure what separated the two arts beyond that such a separation existed, and he didn’t know enough about either to distinguish them beyond vague

-991.M41- -Rapturous Liberty, Segmentum Solar- -Berdauernd the Bleak, Warlord of the Unbound Warriors- “That’s almost certainly our target.” The low growl came from the warrior standing next to him, out of arms reach but within conversational range, the standard for talks amongst themselves in the s

Prologue It is 990.M41 by Imperial Calendar and Terran Measure. He has no way of knowing that date, but he knows its implications. He is sitting in a luxuriously comfortable prison cell. It has been seven days since he was first bound to it. The walls are polished marble and the floor is an extinct

Jungfrau, Nussegrund Mallorn the Elf The local gentlemen and other rich people had apparently gone all out on funding the celebrations, as each of the ‘heroes’ of the siege had received a complimentary team of seamstresses to ensure they all had clothes suitable for the occasion. These clothes were

Jungfrau, Nussegrund Mallorn the Elf The symptoms of mana exhaustion were obvious if one knew what to look for. A dull, throbbing pain that filled the body. A feeling of listlessness and fatigue that clung to one’s mind. Inconsistent sleeping patterns and spotty memory. A lack of any and all motivat

Outskirts of Jungfrau, Nussegrund Hilda of Seaxlund The siege was breaking. With the death of their ghostly champion, the rest of the dead seemed to lose morale and simply fall over. Massive swathes of the graven force arranged against them simply giving up their spirits and returning to death- givi

Outskirts of Jungfrau, Nussegrund Lacel of Twistwood, Elven Ranger Hunting necromancers was easy work once the trick was realized. The trick being that all of their enslaved ghosts were distractions that should be entirely ignored in favor of eliminating the necromancers themselves. Necromancers rar

Jungfrau, Nussegrund Mallorn the Elf Unbidden, his arm rose, clutching a pale blade. Light filled its edge and darkness creeped into the edges of his pained vision. “Fly! Away from the walls!” He struggled out through a helm forced on too-tightly. His arm descended, a wispy bolt of energy escaping t

Jungfrau, Nussegrund Mallorn the Elf His head pounded, his muscles burned, his bones ached. There was no one part of him that did not feel pain. Exhausted lungs drew in short, gasping breaths and a slick layer of sweat clung to his skin. The coppery tang in the air told him he was bleeding, somewher

Jungfrau, Nussegrund Orrin the Paladin A ghoulish, avian cry jolted him from his charcoal sketching, making his hand jerk in place, leaving a dismal mar across his ongoing work. All around him, men snapped to attention, freezing in place and giving their attention to the airs above, like a herd of d

Jungfrau, Nussegrund Mallorn the Elf “Are the artillery pieces repaired yet!?” Mallorn asked quickly, mind racing with plans to intercept the two-headed drake that circled over the approaching army. “Did Marcus tell you?!” There wasn’t any chance he could fell it in the air like it was- he’d need to

Jungfrau, Nussegrund Mallorn the Elf “Not getting some shut-eye in while we have the chance?” The dryly humored voice of Rayne called out to him from behind. Mallorn’s ear flicked towards the man, but his gaze remained fixed on the hordes of dead that stood silently in the distance, and his hands re

Jungfrau, Nussegrund Jellal, Necromantic Cabalist His fingers rolled across his staff, the only visible sign of his impatience and frustration. No matter how many times he noticed and suppressed the urge, the rolling returned in time, and so he had resigned himself to letting the small weakness show

On the road to Jungfrau, Nussegrund Lir the Paladin “Henry, hold for a moment, if you would.” Lir requested with a hand raised, squinting at the horizon. The tireless boy stopped, the cart laden with their supplies and the beastwomen coming to a stop with him. The young man was only barely strong en

Prologue Drasil of Greenwood “You’re off to war again?” The voice of his beloved caught his attention, making his ears twitch back and pulling his eyes along. His ardur, his fieldmaids, continued their work in readying him for battle, securing plates of mithril along his limbs and applying preparato

Jungfrau, Nussegrund Benedicia of Goldenwood Brief naps interspersed between long periods of casting, moving, and vigilance. A slave army of the improperly resurrected crashed upon the shores of their defenses like the waves of the shore. A stink of rot weighed down upon them like a crushing blanket

Jungfrau, Nussegrund Mallorn the Elf An embrace of feathers and silk. Hands cupping his cheeks. A proud smile. A voice, soft and lovely, whispering praise into his ears. A curtain of white hair spilling down onto him, tickling his nose. “A magnificent slaying.” A kiss upon his brow. Warmth in his ch

On the road to Jungfrau, Nussegrund Mallorn the Elf A pair of horses thundered down a path, next to a smooth road, hooves tearing up the ground as they galloped along. Two horses carried four men, all attired in armor and weapons, and fast on approach to columns of smoke and the sound of distant bat

On the road, Nussegrund Mallorn the Elf “They’re somewhere in the east, methinks.” Orrin the paladin declared with some confidence, looking at a map of the county with several red ‘x’ marks placed across it. “East and north- only one of the tombs on the south-westernmost end of the county has been r

Swan Dragon, Lesser Elemental Dragon of Fire, Censor of the South Realm Year 764, Descending Wood The Sky over An-Teng Eight hundred years lost to the torment of the Rain Princes and his own insanity. As great as one’s loathing for the Fae was, they always managed to prove it insufficient. His long

Mnemon Rhomon Realm Year 764, Descending Wood House of Hale Mind Outskirts, An-Teng, Satrapy of the Realm “Right so- introductions are in order.” Siata was nice enough to wait for everyone to get some rest and breakfast before the questioning really began, and Swan Dragon was nice enough to hang aro

Mnemon Rhomon Realm Year 764, Descending Wood House of Hale Mind Outskirts, An-Teng, Satrapy of the Realm Pain burst to life again, little blooms that left lingering agony coursing through his body. He slid back, body crashing into stone walls with the heavy thud of metal on rock, and his vision blu

Sesus Siata, Water-Aspect Dragonblooded Realm Year 764, Descending Wood House of Hale Mind Outskirts, An-Teng, Satrapy of the Realm There was a certain kind of euphoria, he found, in throwing his sense of caution to the winds. He swung in heavy, broad arcs with enough force to split timbers in twain

Brahm, Immaculate Monk of the Second Coil Realm Year 764, Resplendent Wood House of Hale Mind Outskirts, An-Teng, Satrapy of the Realm Souls approach perfection by harnessing Essence. The correct means to harness Essence is defined in the Immaculate Texts. Through successive deaths and rebirths, one

Peleps Galan Realm Year 764, Resplendent Wood House of Hale Mind Outskirts, An-Teng, Satrapy of the Realm Mnemon Rhomon, a mortal sorcerer just lucky enough to survive graduating the Heptagram. It wasn’t unheard of for the Heptagram to accept mortal students with an interest in the occult, after all

Mnemon Rhomon, Sorcerer Realm Year 764, Resplendent Wood Approaching Thousand Dragons Lake, An-Teng, Satrapy of the Realm Thaumaturgical summoning was a potent and diverse field. Animals, demons, elementals, gods- the ability to beckon an entity was sorta the equivalent of a magical ping, giving the

Mnemon Rhomon, Sorcerer Realm Year 764, Resplendent Wood Domain of the Silver-Crowned, An-Teng, Satrapy of the Realm He was curled up, sitting upon his knees with his head bowed low, clutching at his fallen allies. Grief was not an emotion he was accustomed to, the Realm never cultivated it in its r