Rokugan In the Shadows - Islands of the Mantis

[WarHunter]

kabuki theater
Kyorlin

nods as long as the people don't stop him in his mission he will do his best to abide by their wishes. Putting the torch in the hands of the usher unlit end first while he is still grabbing the warm bright part. He goes to his haver sack (shifting the neccessary amount of his essentia to his mantle of the storm)
and pulls out his silk rope he proceeds to encircle each hand then ties them together then after 2.5 ft of rope he repeats the process with Uga's feet. Grabbing the length of rope between his bound limbs, retrieving his torch from the usher then carries/drags him out onto the street.

Spoiler: rope skills

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first use rope(1d20+19)[21]second use rope(1d20+19)[35]

[Anachronity]

Donovan

Donovan struggles against the beast's grip, impressed by its strength. It is all he can manage to lessen the worst of the slams and batterings, but he ends up held fast for his efforts. Rather than try to break free of the vice-like hold, he stays fast to his stratagem - hoping to distract his physically superior opponent with a mental assault, and trying to break past this creature's formidable defenses against such things.

Spoiler: Mechanics

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112 hp, 13 - 1(fast healing) = 12 'damage'
AC 29 / 29ff / 16t
Hexed! 3 rds
Surging Euphoria 2 rds

pretty much same as last round...
Concentration to cast in grapple (DC 22): (1d20+14)[26] and skill focus: (1d20+14)[31]

Manifest Inflict Pain (9 pts): DC 19 Will or take -4 to attacks, skills, checks (but not saves) for 10 rds. On success, only take -2 to those.
Wild Surge for 3 (enervated on 15 or less): (1d100-2)[94]
Surging Euphoria renewed for 3 rds if not enervated

spell resistance: (1d20+8)[9]

DC 17 Fort vs. aura or nauseated for (1d4)[2] rds

[Doxkid]

Yhrashnal
Bludgeoning Donovan to 'death' is not going as well as it could.

This is unsatisfactory. Exceptionally unsatisfactory; if Yhrashnal were to be defeated outright he would be unhappy but there would be room to learn and grow after the experience. This stalemate, however, isn't even education since Donovan can't quite get magic to properly sink into the Monk and Yhrashnal doesn't seem to actually injure Donovan no matter how savagely he attacks, and that's all they are really able to do to each other.

As such, it is now time for alternate methods of ending the battle: Yhrashnal uses every bit of his strength to try to drag Donovan out of the Fog...and toward the edge of the ring.

Spoiler: OoC

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Current HP: 98/98
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AC: 20(23 base -3 Con damage), FF 20 (23 base-3 Con), Touch
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Mad Hunger: 2 rounds remaining
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Standard Action to use a Grapple attempt to try to drag Donovan toward the edge of the ring.
Grapple (1d20+17)[26] (+2 Hex) to move 25 feet toward the edge.

[Anachronity]

Donovan

Repeated mental assaults clearly weren't accomplishing anything. Yet for the moment it seemed Donovan was no more easily dispatched. He prepared himself to be bludgeoned further, but instead Yhrashnal seemed intent on dragging him out of the fog.

Was the fog bothering the shapeshifter somehow? Or perhaps it simply wanted the fight to be more visible to the crowd? In either case Donovan suspected it was in his best interest to resist; he manages to anchor himself and strike against his assailant...

Spoiler: Mechanics

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112 hp, 12 - 1(fast healing) = 11 'damage'
AC 29 / 29ff / 16t
Hexed! 2 rds
Surging Euphoria 2 rds (renewed last turn)

Slam attack: (1d20+12)[18] for (1d8+4)[11] bludgeoning damage (+5 Str, -2 for hex, +1 for euphoria)
on hit, make DC 17 Fort save or be sickened for (1d4)[4] rds

DC 17 Fort vs. aura or nauseated for (1d4)[2] rds

[Doxkid]

Yhrashnal

Now failing to even drag the undead creature out of the arena, Yhrashnal allows the frustration that this fight has been such a waste of time to flow through him. He now knows much more about the scope of power possessed by this Voice Called and knows that it is unlikely that he can defeat his opponent, but the beast is not one to surrender easily; if he is to be defeated then Donovan must at least earn the victory and truly prove himself.

<So be it.>[Donovan]

While still grasping Donovan with his four hands the Monk abruptly discorporealizes, vanishing entirely from the arena and leaving Donovan where they had last struggled against each other.

Spoiler: OoC

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Current HP: 98/98
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AC: 20(23 base -3 Con damage), FF 20 (23 base-3 Con), Touch
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Mad Hunger: 1 round remaining
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Swift action: Yhrashnal activates his Ghostly ability, becoming ethereal for 1 round.
Ghostly cooldown: (1d4+1)[2]
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Move action: Yhrashnal retreats 50 feet away from Donovan in any random direction that will keep him within the arena.
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Standard Action: Yhrashnal uses his Fading ability to become invisible for 1 minute.

[Anachronity]

Donovan

Yhrashnal's sudden disappearance takes the undead somewhat by surprise, as he hadn't been present to witness the first few matches of the tournament and had thenceforth been preoccupied with his own bout.

In any case it had long since become clear to Donovan: he would not fare half so well against this opponent without the opportunity to ready himself ahead of time. Indeed, he might not prevail even then.

But from the parting taunt it sounded as though the battle would resume shortly. Given a bit of breathing room, so to speak, Donovan weaves a portion of the lurching and shifting field of the serenity's projected power about himself into a field of arcing electricity. His foe clearly had a substantial resilience against magic effects, but this form of energy had an odd way of occasionally coiling past such things.

Spoiler: Mechanics

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112 hp, 11 - 1(fast healing) = 10 'damage'
AC 29 / 29ff / 16t
Hexed! 1 rd (ends at start of Yhrashnal's next turn)
Surging Euphoria 1 rds (ends at start of my next turn)

Manifest Energy Emanation [Electric] for 9 pts total
(deals 3d6 electric damage to all within 5' each round; it doesn't specify when the damage is dealt, so presumably it is at the start of my turn just before the duration is counted)

Wild Surge (3 pts), enervated on 15 or less: (1d100-2)[6]
unless enervated, Surging Euphoria is renewed for 3 rds
EDIT: enervated
The power still manifests, but Donovan is dazed for 1 round and loses some much-needed PPs.

Aura doesn't apply next turn since you're ethereal

... As he weaves the aura about himself Donovan's eye catches upon a subtle, and subtly beautiful, swirl of the psychic energy. Though it was more familiar to him as a manifestation of cold, the truth of the serenity is formless and can be fashioned into many sorts of displays. In this new form is found new allure, in the way it sparks and snaps through the fog and casts its light upon it, far faster than the motion of the waves and yet still harmonized with it in time...

[Doxkid]

Yhrashnal

The monk twists and writhes as he continues his retreat, his invisible form folding and warping as he assumes a much more familiar form; in moments the Hound stands at the edge of the arena. His robes and weapons vanish into his body and take up residence out of the way to allow him to fully exercise his bestial abilities.

Spoiler: OoC

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Current HP: 98/98
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AC: 20(23 base -3 Con damage), FF 20 (23 base-3 Con), Touch
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Mad Hunger: Ends
Ghostly CD: 1 round
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Move action: Yhrashnal retreats 50, strafing around Donovan to another edge of the arena.
Move silently check: (1d20+11)[14] (+3, Barghest Wolf Form)
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Standard Action: uses his Change Shape ability to assume the Hound form. His movement speed increases to 50, converts his arms into forelegs, gains +3 to hide checks, gains a Bite attack, and benefits from the Pass Without Trace spell.

[Anachronity]

Donovan

... such that their afterimages, juxtaposed together, mimic dunes of sand upon the sea floor. Or the shadows cast upon them by the waves far above...

Several heartbeats pass, and Donovan does not emerge from the cloud or take apparent action.

Spoiler: Mechanics

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112 hp, 10 - 1(fast healing) = 9 'damage'
AC 29 / 29ff / 16t
Energy Emanation 9 rds

Dazed!

Not in range of aura

[Doxkid]

Yhrashnal

Having prepared himself for the next round of the battle, Yhrashnal is somewhat confused by Donovan's lack of action. Perhaps the being is preparing a spell?

Yhrashnal repositions himself once more, taking residence in yet another section of the arena braced for the mighty attack DOnovan is sure to release.

Spoiler: OoC

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Current HP: 98/98
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AC: 20(23 base -3 Con damage), FF 20 (23 base-3 Con), Touch
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Ghostly CD: Ready!
Hound form: Movement speed of 50, forelegs instead of arms, +3 to hide checks, Bite attack, Pass Without Trace.
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Move action*2: Yhrashnal double moves 50 feet at half speed, strafing around Donovan to another edge of the arena.
Move silently check: (1d20+8)[15]

[Anachronity]

Donovan

Slowly, regretfully, the clarity of the serenity's presence fades away into the background. Donovan recalls once more where he is and what he was doing. To his surprise his foe hadn't taken the opportunity to press the attack, and he focuses on his surroundings and signs of his foe when he manages to pick up upon the sound of footfalls outside of the cloud. Too quiet to be a horse, but too loud to be a smaller animal. Perhaps another form of the shapeshifter?

If anything the cloud was an impediment to him now, though it had seemed that Yhrashnal wished to bring the fight outside of it for some reason or another. Perhaps he merely wished for an audience.

The hex's malign influence was gone as well, it seemed. Donovan steels his will foremost against another such spell as he emerged from the cloud and readies himself...

Spoiler: Mechanics

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112 hp, 9 - 1(fast healing) = 8 'damage'
AC 29 / 29ff / 16t
Energy Emanation 8 rds

Move 30' towards Yhrashnal (whom I heard with a listen check of 25 in the rolls thread)

Aura: at start of your turn, DC 17 Fort or nauseated (1d4)[4] rds

Ready an action to...

Spoiler: Super Secret! Don't read until you decide on your actions; I'll just trust 'ya to be honest here

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Attack Yhrashnal with a slam if he comes within melee reach
attack: (1d20+13)[33] for (1d8+5)[8] damage
On Hit, DC 17 Fort or sickened (1d4)[1] rds
also On Hit: attempt to start a grapple with Scorpion's Grasp; (1d20+15)[22] grapple check

[Doxkid]

Yhrashnal

Seeing the undead charge, Yhrashnal accepts that it has surely prepared a devastating and impressive attack. At least this will be an interesting bout in their fight.

Without hesitating in the slightest the Hound rushes forward to meet Donovan while calling upon his oppressive presence to wash over the undead yet again; it can be said that a direct fight is what Yhrashnal fears the least

Spoiler: OoC

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Current HP: 98/98
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AC: 20(23 base -3 Con damage), FF 20 (23 base-3 Con), Touch 12
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Swift Action: Yhrashnal uses his Hex on Donovan once more. Will save DC 15 negates.
Hound form: Movement speed of 50, forelegs instead of arms, +3 to hide checks, Bite attack, Pass Without Trace.
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Fullround Action: Yhrashnal does a Charging Trip attack
Attack roll: (1d20+18)[38] (+2 charge)
Trip Strength Check: (1d20+9)[13]
As per Grod rules this does not provoke and AoO.

[Anachronity]

Donovan

Not expecting the shapeshifter's new form, Donovan still does not hesitate and meets the now-lupine Yhrashnal halfway with a powerful grasping body check. The wolf-thing's superior momentum and stability bears the undead to the ground. However he is able to twist away from the brunt of the attack and wrestle with the sapient beast, ultimately pulling himself back to his feet by his grasp. He continues the melee with a knee strike, and tries to wrap that leg about one of the creature's forelimbs in an attempt to hold it.

Spoiler: Mechanics

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112 hp, 8 - 1(fast healing) = 7 'damage'
AC 29 / 29ff / 16t
Energy Emanation 7 rds

Energy Emanation deals (3d6)[9] electric damage; Spell Resistance: (1d20+12)[13]

Move: stand up from prone (doesn't provoke, since we don't threaten each other during a grapple)

Scorpion's Grasp Attack: (1d20+13)[28] for (1d8+5)[12] damage
DC 17 Fort or sickened (1d4)[1] rds

Standard: Attempt to pin: (1d20+15)[29]

At start of your turn, DC 17 Fort or nauseated (1d4)[3] rds

[Doxkid]

Yhrashnal

<...evenly matched?>[Donovan]
As his body grinds and crackles to allow his flesh to churn and shift into the form of the Four Armed Monk once more the Hound vanishes abruptly...as is custom for Yhrashnal, it seems.

Spoiler: OoC

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Current HP: 82/98 (98 -19 damage +5 Hardness -12 damage + 5 Hardness +5 Fast Healing
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AC: 20(23 base -3 Con damage), FF 20 (23 base-3 Con), Touch 12
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Swift Action: Yhrashnal uses the Ghostly ability to become Ethereal.
Ghostly Cooldown: (1d4+1)[4]
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Free: Five foot step away from Donovan
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Fullround action: Yhrashnal assumes the form of the Four Armed Monk.

[Anachronity]

Donovan

"Near enough, it seems. Do we continue?"

For his part Donovan had learned more than enough; any clash between them on even footing would be a slow and uncertain thing. They would each have ample time to retreat - Yhrashnal with superior speed, and himself to the refuge of the sea where he suspected things would be far more one-sided.

In the future, if it so deigned, the shapeshifter's maneuverability could allow it to strike suddenly and leave Donovan little time to prepare. But similarly if he were not exhausted of his powers at that given time then he could bring to bear those abilities he'd deemed too deleterious to use in a practice bout.

For now he allowed the serenity's presence to dissipate and stood ready, awaiting either a reply or a renewed assault.

Spoiler: Mechanics

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112 hp, 7 - 1(fast healing) = 6 'damage'
AC 29 / 29ff / 16t
Energy Emanation (irrelevant)

Swift: deactivate Nauseating Aura

Ready an action to attack if Yhrashnal approaches within melee reach (and exhibits hostile intent)
Slam: (1d20+13)[20] for (1d8+5)[6] damage
On Hit, DC 17 Fort or sickened (1d4)[3] rds
also On Hit: attempt to start a grapple with Scorpion's Grasp; (1d20+15)[35] grapple check

[Doxkid]

Yhrashnal

"No need. Show me more against our foes. We will find targets soon enough." The Four Armed Monk visibly relaxes out of his combat form. His extra arms melt, dripping against the tug of gravity to meld with his original pair of limbs, and his extra eye seals itself on his forehead. "This was surprisingly useful." He opines as he walks off the battleground, not at all concerned about possibly being declared the loser of this battle for leaving the field first.

Spoiler: OoC

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Current HP: 87/98 (82 +5 Fast Healing
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AC: 20(23 base -3 Con damage), FF 20 (23 base-3 Con), Touch 12
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Swift Action: Yhrashnal uses the Ghostly ability to become Ethereal.
Ghostly Cooldown: 3 rounds

[Anachronity]

With a thought, the crackling field which still surrounds Donovan sparks its last.

As the serenity's aura fades and his focus lessens, he becomes once more aware of the crowd; of the world past his foe. His concept of Yhrashnal as an unreasoning beast long since abandoned, he instead considers the shapeshifter in a new light; as someone worthy of respect.

Donovan gives a slight bow to his former opponent, who had already begun to depart, and then to the judges before likewise leaving the ring. But that emotion, respect, still lingers in his mind.

... but not his soul. There was felt only the sea's boundless effulgence; its secret truth which must one day be shared. Most of all with those worthy of respect.

[~Corvus~]

Kabuki Theatre Hallway

A beggar hides among the shaded hallway leading to the the Kabuki. He chews on what looks like boiled leather; his sallow skin, broken by insect bites and lesions, shows only where his loose clothing has been ripped. He sways, barely conscious from lack of sleep. He salivates at the thought of perhaps--just perhaps--finding some food in the theatre in the rush of leaving people. And then he freezes; someone is coming!

A mountain of a man emerges. He drags someone by the heels...A samurai! The honor-bound man is clearly inebriated; he's bound by both arms and legs. The beggar's mind works, and he pauses at first than points at Kyorlin. "C-criminal!! You are s-st-stealing a samurai!!" The beggar stumbles forward and reaches out a hand to hold onto the man upon whom he looks.

Uga looks up from his drunken reverie. In a momentary flash of sobriety, he appraises the beggar with a sneer. "Filth!
don't touch me!!"

The beggar recoils at the warrior's intensity. Even drunk and bound, he still represents a threat far deeper than the deprived man can see. "I-I was once a clerk! A-at the police--"

"Baka!! Not you, beggar! You!!" He nods his head to Kyorlin as best he can, circumstances permitting. "I am a samurai! I could have you whipped for novice practice!! Hulk! Freak!! UNHAND ME OR--!!" The man, drunken as he is, has not prepared himself to encounter being dragged, upside down, with pinned arms, up stairs.

Several people emerge from the Kabuki; a few of them look at Uga with both pity and fear, but no one speaks up for him. As more people emerge, the beggar abandons his temporary heroism to move against the crowd; he avoids the ushers' eyes thanks to the disturbance a few steps up.

"--OR I WILL HAVE YOU CUT APART!!"

[WarHunter]

Kyorlin

Wards away the beggar with his torch, I am merely taking him outside as the usher requested of me, I'm not taking him far. sliding Uga against the building he crouches down to talk with him. You know you are the easiest Samurai I have ever dealt with but you don't deserve the honor I showed them. taking g his torch he pass his fingers through the flames and fakes a wince of pain.I want you to admit your guilt, maybe that will start to restore your honor. points the torch at his chest so he may feel the heat as it rises to his face. I think this will jog your memory of some of your acts, from what I witness you do treat those around you hostily especially women. Amongst my people that would mean death or far worse.

[~Corvus~]

Uga stares at the man in front of him and giggles. "You want me...to apologize? I have the approval of a Lord! The lord is sanctioned by the Kami!

As Kyorlin brings the torch to bear upon his victim he flinches away. "Do you have the sanction of a lord to do this? No! So unhand me, cretin!!"

Finally, the entirety of the Kabuki has filled into the space in the hallway. One of the people who had been to see the play--a servant out with his family for some entertainment--steps in front of his lady and kids. He addresses Kyorlin, and bows deeply. "Sir? The Lord Yoritomo worried that you didn't take the room reserved for Emerald Dignitaries. Shall I have your items moved to the appropriate place?"

With this question, the crowd begins to whisper. People begin to nod, and stories become even greater rumors. Yes, this man was the one who had arrived in a ship during the incredible storm. He was one of the many who had prevented a fleet from being completely wiped out by the wrath of the Kami themselves. One of their lot had left using powers the Kami had given them. They had been given audience with the Lord Yoritomo himself, and they had declined rooms of high status because they felt so wretched about their botched mission. They had been the most humble diplomats to visit Kyuden Gotei in a while.

Uga spits in Kyorlin's face. "Do your worst. You are young and inexperienced about the world."

Several voices come from the crowd; masked by numbers, they must be evaluated for their worth on what's said only. "You are a bitter man!" "being a war-hero does not give you the right to be cruel to us!"

Uga jerks in his bindings and thrashes about. "I risked my life to protect you all from the ravages of war! You sit here and complain about strange matters, and meanwhile, I endure the sights of people mangled and killed by battle! I used my life to protect you ALL! UNGRATEFUL TURDS!!

Silence comes over the crowd, so Uga directs his attention back to the man keeping him in bondage. "You have no legal ground to detain me. State your intent! Be clear or let me go!!

[WarHunter]

Kyorlin

Boops his nose with the torch fire, I am merely on a mission, that unfortunately involves you. yawns*Perhaps I'm not as patient as I thought, who do you know that is truly dishonorable perhaps after this I will visit them.

But back to you, this isn't your first encounter with a torch today is it? How does it feel to be on the other end. puts the torch his own face so the flames lick hungerly trying to find purchase.

Isn't this a pleasant experience? So warm and moves the torch between their faces and blowsToasty.

I have seen more honorable Ronin than you on the battlefield and you dare call your self a samurai turns and spits on the ground.

You dishonor not only yourself,
your business, your family, but the Emperor himself.
I know the soul of Samurai you don't have it. For you know no shame for behaving dishonorably, thus I find you undeserving of the title and privileges.

[~Corvus~]

Uga struggles further, again unnecessarily; the bonds are made tighter than he can leverage. "Mission, wha--" He pauses when questioned about other dishonorable people. "Hah! You want dishonorable? You Magistrates sit in your..high towers in..in the capitol city, and then when news of ill things, you travel here and pass judgement of--I mean--you pass judgement on us. Do you know the way of--aaaarrgh!!

The man gives an appreciable scream as the torch is worked into his face. "Earlier...? He looks quizzical for a second and then narrows his eyes. "The wench deserved it! I supported her for years, and offered to let her live with my soldiers in my lands, and her display was an embarrassment to my fellow soldiers too! She can't do that! And I went to taaaaaaa he screams again as the torch nears his face again.

You dishonor not only yourself,
your business, your family, but the Emperor himself

"YOU dare use his name?!?"

"

I know the soul of Samurai you don't have it. For you know no shame for behaving dishonorably, thus I find you undeserving of the title and privileges.

"

At this point, several of the women in the crowd speak up. "Truth! My sister was hurt, too, when she wouldn't put out!"
"My cousin and her child suffered because she didn't agree to live with him!"
A man pipes up, "Uga beat my brother to death to settle a loan. It's still unpaid!"

"There all different! All of you!

[WarHunter]

Kyorlin

I have lost my original group I being the only surviving original member to the conflicts in these lands. holds the torch towards his face not enough to burn him but enough to cook his flesh.

Is there anyone here that can give testimony to Uga's character, anything at all? pauses, (hearing nothing/someone start to speak) pushes the flame against his forehead for split seconds so he hurts but doesn't catch on fire. Feels nice doesn't taps the flame against his head as he thinks, gets an idea pulls his water skin out and some saki. Guess I should stop being so nice holding his water skin in one hand and the toy of Uga's torment in his other he aims with the water skin as he jambs and turns the torch clockwise against his right cheek for 2 seconds(if he catches fire he squirts some water on his right cheek). Well even if you start admitting your shame and aiming his waterskin to his left cheek and jabs their with the torch grinding it counterclockwise for 2 seconds(if he catches fire he squirts some water on his left cheek)guilt, I couldn't stop till both sides of your face match

Would you like some saki?

[~Corvus~]

The man gives a suitably loud scream. Something shifts in the crowd; many people want to leave, and jostle each other to do so.

When Kyorlin asks the people about his character, several people give Uga looks of pity, sadness, hurt, or telling looks that he is getting what they believe he deserves. No one says anything, but it's clear that few are willing to say or do anything to stop Kyorlin's treatment of him, and furthermore, no one speaks up in his defense. As the flesh on his face cooks, slowly with the applied flame. A few people spit on him, or beneath him, and move on.
"H-help me!! THIS MAN IS INSANE!! You will be rewarraaargh!! Fame! Money! Position with my troops!

One of the ushers from the theatre returns to Kyorlin. "S-sir, I...thought you should know..." He pauses and swallows uncomfortably. "Uga Saionje is a High Lord. He commands two castles, and lives at a third. He has ten thousand troops he is responsible for. His death would have...consequences."

"Y-yes!! It's true!! Thank you, kind peasant! Now go, get help!!"

"I am but a simple Kabuki usher. I could be punished for interfering in such matters. After all, none of this happened on our property..." With this, he turns away, goes back inside, and bolts the theatre door.

The man gasps at the release of his torment and thanks Kyorlin for spitting water on his face. "Y-yes, release me and I will give you a thousand pounds of the finest saké!

[WarHunter]

Kyorlin

Uga, you want me to stop, all I want is to you to admit that you treat people badly to this crowd then I'll let you go and we will never see each other again.

Wouldn't that be cheaper and less effort? I mean let's be honest they know your character RIGHT FOLKS? THEY HAVE NO GUARANTEE OF THESE REWARDS, JUST THE HONOR OF THE
DISHONORABLE UGA.

Honestly I'll let you know what I want to do, is shove this torch between your legs so you leave these people alone in your new impotence. I'm sure these people would prefer that, Right.

to the peopleI don't want to hurt Uga, I just want him to admit his guilt to you fine people. I honestly don't want to kill him, that was not my goal. slowly spinning with torch held highDOES ANYONE WANT TO DO THE HONOR OF ENDING HIS WICKED WAYS? Come forward and assist me in my mission that I received at the Palace and I will give you gold, buy you a drink, and I am certain improve your standing amongst your community.

[~Corvus~]

Outside the Kabuki Theater

Many people in the departing crowd stop when they hear Kyorlin's requests. They look to Uga whom is noticeably more sober, replies "I am not a puppet for mob justice. I will never bow to the mob. Ever. And neither will my soldiers. I have fought and bled for Rokugan. Whether I die here, in this city, or by an assassin's blade at home, or on the battlefield, it matters little.

Many of the people hang their heads, mutter to each other, "It can't be helped," or "He harvests what he planted," or "Perhaps the Kami are merciful to us citizens after all." Regardless, they dismiss the man as a lost cause, and, refusing to get involved, they continue to walk away.

Three armed men dressed only in hakama, the clothing worn underneath armor, appear at the entrance to the Kabuki. One of them questions the shop owner, who refuses point-blank to answer their questions. The other two, roughly a hundred feet from Kyorlin, stop and call to Kyorlin, Oy! What's going on? The other makes a comment to him, and he amends his question, ...sir Legionaire?


Parade Grounds
The tournament comes to an abrupt end with the departure of Yrashnal from the ring. Although a few judges look as if they're going to stop him, none do, and they declare Donovan--and thus the man whom he championed--the winner of this bout. The man, in turn, goes over to Donovan and thanks him spiritedly. "Thank you for your help! I feel I must give you a token of my thanks. Meet me at the barracks north-facing in a half hour; I'd like you to have it.

A sound of screaming comes from nearby. Several of the assembled people, expressing concern, look around and fan out, asking the passersby about what's happened. A few people from the crowd answer that it sounded like it came from the underground Kabuki--the theatre, which was nearby and just past a cleaner's--and three of the men from the tournament run off.

[Doxkid]

Yhrashnal

The Monk snorts in the direction of the man thanking Donovan to disguise the deep, powerful breath he takes in a moment later; he has already been in combat with the warrior, but Yhrashnal makes sure to reconfirm the man's scent before anything else. He will have revenge for that dishonorable attack. "Time for work." The Monk states as he turns his back on the man and follows after the three leading the charge toward the commotion. Perhaps he will get to eat a proper meal today.

<Enemies? Prey? Sooner than expected. Deal with that foul man later. We will sate our desires and they will thank us for it.>[Donovan]

Spoiler: OoC

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Current HP: 92/98 (87 +5 Fast Healing)
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AC: 20(23 base -3 Con damage), FF 20 (23 base-3 Con), Touch 12
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Ghostly Cooldown: 2 rounds. Will probably fully recharge by the time we reach the place-of-interest.

[WarHunter]

Kabuki
Unties Uga, walks up to the 3 men while stashing his possessions
Just some street performance I like to engage in, It draws a crowd and Uga played his part well. See Kyorlin has his fingers dance in the flame of the torch before extinguishing it with his hand and relighting it with faerie fire. its perfectly harmless passes the torch to one of the men as he gives a curt bow and leaves, rounding corner after corner. Weaving his way through the streets to avoid being followed. He sees no one around he locates a building with a strong looking flat roof and shifting his essentia into his phase cloak, climbs to the top of the structure and rests there

Spoiler: climb

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taking 10 even though rushed or threatened climb 34.

[Anachronity]

Donovan is likewise interested in giving this man a gift of new insight. He considers how he might innocuously ask to meet somewhere more secluded, but Yhrashnal's telepathic voice interrupts his thoughts with an enticing prospect. There would be time later for new beginnings.

"Your appreciation is appreciated! I will meet you then."
With a friendly manner and thankful nod both unlike himself, he departs from Okuno's company to investigate the commotion.

[~Corvus~]

Outside the KabukiThe soldiers recoil from Uga as the man begins to protest. "It was not a performance! Soldiers, arrest him!! This is real flesh and blood!! he wipes his hand through his face which weeps blood and melted flesh--Kyorlin did quite a job of burning on him--but the soldiers protest, "but sir!! HE arrived with the Emerald Magistrates! He traveled with a Monk, a shugenja and another modest Legionaire!! SURELY--"
He is an imposter! I will have you hung! I am High Lord Saionje Uga!! Do you not recognize my voice?!?
"Very well, we shall find him and ask for his signet ring. If he is a Magistrate, he will be beyond our means to prosecute him, though..." The soldiers take off to look for a man whom has disappeared. They pass by where Kyorlin climbed, and tell each other they must be able to ask about him in the dignitary quarters. So they set off!
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Many of the Samurai-in- training thank Yrashnal to see or experience him in action, and ask what school of Enlightenment he hails from.

Spoiler: Yrashnal and Donovan

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You have a half hour to kill. Eat well.

[WarHunter]

Kyorlin

Walks along the roof tops back to Maiden's tickle. There he finds a table and waits to buy a drink. How can he get the people of Rokugan to become a vigilante mob? Perhaps he needs to change the silly laws these mortals live by.

As he enjoys the more relaxed atmosphere here, he is likely giving off an aura of unquenched bloodthirst- souring the mood in his corner of the establishment.
Perhaps he can get some information from the geisha that comes to serve him.

Though it will likely be awkward pillow talk he rather mix business and pleasure. Who knows maybe she'll have some guilt to confess, even if it untrue it barely matters.