The big crow is agitated, and Myo-en knows why. Karasu-san grumbles and creaks anxiously as Myo-en, dressed for war--which, for her, means half-dressed by anyone else's standard--swings her legs over the parapet of Nikesake's wall.
"We will save them, friend. As many as we can," Myo-en promises.
Kayou would have. Kayou would give everything. She slides lightly down the rope and lands in a crouch at the wall's foot. The dimming light of the early spring sunset washes the colors from the dense embroidery of tattoos covering her arms and back, turning them to an indistinct pattern that blends into the muddy ground and scattered brush. Karasu-san circles silently above the enemy camp--one carrion crow among many--while Myo-en creeps between the campfires on silent bare feet.
This is not the way she had meant to make her return visit to the Twin Shrines, but Fate is strange that way.
She slips noiselessly into the temple complex, scales an outbuilding, and flows up onto the tiled roof of Asahina's shrine, keeping below the roofline so the moon will not cast her into silhouette. There, just below her--two slaughter spirits, faintly glowing with that unearthly red halo, making sport of about half a dozen terrified monks and nuns. Myo-en sets her teeth and swallows the growl that wants to climb out of her throat.
A sudden thump and clatter across the temple courtyard draws the spirits' attention. Something winged, black, and angry has just landed heavily atop the small Shinsei shrine, dislodging several roof tiles to shatter on the flagstones below, and set up a chorus of furious cawing. By the time Myo-en's keen eyes flick away from the disturbance and back to her distracted targets, even more crows are circling in to join the racket.
I could have managed alone, Karasu-san. But thanks. She rolls off the edge of the roof and hits one of the spirits in a gravity-fueled tackle that breaks his neck instantly. Before he's even hit the ground, she rebounds to down the second in a flurry of swift, vicious punches. "Brothers and sisters, this way. Come with me if you want to live." That sounded like something a hero would say, right?
Karasu-san and her kin keep up their raucous distraction, falling out of sight and sound as Myo-en leads the monks out a back way and into cover. Some distance from the shrines, after a few minutes of quiet, speedy hiking, Myo-en cups her hands by her mouth and whistles to imitate the call of a nightjar, the signal she'd pre-arranged with the reinforcements.
While she's listening for the return signal, a heavy black shape swoops out of the heavens and lands possessively on her shoulder, croaking quietly but indignantly into her right ear. "Well," Myo-en points out, "We could hardly use a crow call, could we? Too many real ones around."
The crow fluffs up but is silent, so Myo-en chats with the monks instead, reassuring them that the Empress's very
living army has their backs.
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Crunch:
D11 EE First Blood--step 1, Through Enemy Lines, Stealth TN 25. VP.:
6d10o10k4 31Pass Step 1D11 EE First Blood--step 2, Hiiii-yah! first attack, Jiujutsu/Agi TN20, 3 cr + 1fr for TN 35 and 5 monks, VP:
9d10o10k5 40Pass Step 2.1, rescue 5 monksD11 EE First Blood--step 2, Hiiii-yah! second attack, Jiujutsu/Agi TN30, 1fr for +1 monk:
8d10o10k4 32Pass Step 2.2, rescue 2 monks
7 monks rescued in allD11 EE First Blood--step 3, Evacuate?! In our moment of triumph?? (Narrator: "Yes, actually."). Hunting/Per TN25:
7d10o10k4 35Pass Step 3, escape intactD11 EE First Blood--bonus Influence check for Imperialist side, Courtier/Awa, adding 4 of 6 bonus dice from Crane tattoo, VP, 3 raises (TN 30):
9d10o10k4 48Pass, 4 Imperialist Points (doubles to 8)
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Dragon • Tattooed Monk • Ascetically Under-Dressed • Crow Companion • Experienced Honor: What is Expected • Glory: 3.4 • Status: 1 •
ProfileSpeaks Naga, sometimes. Carries: Jade pendant, walking staff, small pocketknife, divination coins. Padded jacket if working outdoors... maybe.