A few ships have been sent by the Order of the Chief God to the coasts of Zipangu. Knowing that the Mamono of the foreign continent were much calmer than the more feral monsters in their own land, the Order’s temples have enlisted several missionaries to travel to Zipangu and attempt to keep its human and monster inhabitants chaste, by whatever means necessary. They have even planned for some resistance from the locals, and have brought soldiers with them to ensure conformity.
You can choose to be either a Zipanguan (I think that’s what they’re called) or an Orderite. Sticking to Mamono from Zipangu is preferred, if you wish to play as one.
(Alright, Jerome. I’ve got all three of you, this should be enough to start.)
Along the coastal waters of Zipangu, one can find many different wonders. Beautiful coral reefs and fish swimming about, water Mamono riding through the currents, and the locals fishing along the beach.
All of it was seen just a few miles away through the telescopes of the Order’s ships, making their way towards the shore.
Arch Magus Vez'nan had been skeptical of the expedition when it had been brought to his attention, doubting highly that even a single one of the monsters would actually convert. Which was rather ironic to anyone who knew him, as he owned and adored a Kobold, and he had once had a affair with a Satyros, though anyone who brought that up disappeared soon after.
He had only came along to laugh at the failure of his fellow Orderites and to secure the interests of his kingdom, Lineria. Currently, he was on a small and unassuming ship, along except for the small crew and his loyal pet, Beatrice.
Currently he was getting dressed in the purple robes of his order, taking care not to awake his kobold, who was sleeping at the foot of his bed.
The ship’s bell banged on the top of the mast as the quartmaster called out to the rest of the crew. “Land, ho! All soldiers, make your way to the rowboats! Missionaries, find your designated boat for landing. We will be setting off for the mainland in five minutes!”
The quartermaster smiled as he saw the knight. “Ah, Fayard! Good to see you. You’ll be deployed on the starboard side rowboat. Some of the men are inexperienced, so be sure to lead with vigilance, as you always do.” He slapped Fayard on the back as he left for the port side boat. “I’ll see you at the beach.”
Meanwhile, on another ship, Vez’nan and Beatrice met with their quartermaster. “Vez’nan, you’re on the port side boat. We’re leaving now.” He’d say before giving a untrustworthy glare at the Kobold.
The soldiers definitely looked inexperienced, their boots having been tucked incorrectly and their greaves having been sloppily put on. As the boat cast off from the main ship, Fayard could see something fly out of the water before landing back in. Whether it was an animal or a Mamono, he couldn’t tell.
Fayard, who had kept his helmet open so he could breathe and observe better, restrained himself from sighing when he saw the blues. He gave some unobtrusive advice to the men. To rearrange their outfit. Finishing to rearm calmly his arbaleste. Watching the sea around them from the corner of the eye. Keeping his weapon ready to shoot.
"Do not get too close to the edge of the boat guys, I do not want to have to write in the report that one of you died drowned because he wanted to see Poseidon." he joked, trying to relax the atmosphere. Feigning the confidence.
Once the locals saw the emblem of the Order on the ships’ flags, many of them started to panic. Husbands ushered their Mamono wives and children back inside their homes. Anglers grabbed the few fishing spears they had, in case something went wrong. But ultimately, they all watched in masked terror as the boats rowed closer.
Vez’nan could see something underneath the boat swimming with them. The gleam from the sun reflecting off the water made it hard to see what it was, but it didn’t look like a school of fish.
The spell struck the figure’s side, and as it floated to the top, Vez’nan could see that it was a Kappa. Obviously now injured, the terrified Mamono tried to swim away, but was having trouble due to its wounds.
“Vez’nan, is everything alright back there?” Asked one of the leading soldiers.
Deciding that it wouldn't due to have already killed something, and before landfall, Vez'nan quickly uses his magic to heal the turtle mamono. "Yes! It is going just fine!" He says, lying through his teeth.
Beatrice meanwhile curls up beside her master, scared by his usage of magic.
The Kappa, now healed, swims off and away from the boats.
It took around twenty or so minutes to reach the shoreline, but each boat lands at around the same time. Facing the boats is a large group of villagers, giving off false bravado. A Jurou-Gumo, standing in front of the villagers with a determined look on her face, seeming to be the leader of the village.
As boats arrived at the beaches, soldiers hopped out and formed a line along the shore, while missionaries kept to the front. The head priest exited his boat and walked up to face the crowd.
Priest: “Hello, inhabitants of Zipangu, the Order of the Chief God wishes you all well! We have come to proclaim her grace and mercy to you all, and ask that you accept her graciousness to her terms.”
Gumo: “And what terms would those be? To have Mamono wives and daughters executed?”
Priest: “Not at all, madam, but instead to invoke chastity and reverence to you all.”
Vez'nan can't help but glare at the arachnid leader of the village. You see, the Arch Magus had always been prone to the suspicion that spider monsters, and also mamono, and some sort of unnatural resistance to magic. This was of course superstition, but he still hated the things with a passion regardless.
Gumo: Zipangu has been prospering without your reign. Wherever you go, trouble always follows. You cannot change the nature of a Mamono.
Priest: But you can change their fate. The Order will take control of this region, and we cannot have anyone stand in our way. We do not wish to harm any of you, but if you do not allow the Chief God’s purity into your land and your hearts, we will have no choice but to make you conform.
Gumo: So you wish to make us chaste. And what if we resist this?
Priest: Resistance is punishable by enlistment as laborers or death. This goes for anyone and everyone, children included.
At this, the crowd went into another panic. The Gumo tried to calm everyone down, repeating the phrase “pray to Ryu” to the villagers.
Priest: (to the soldiers) Knock on every door of every home. Make sure that each Mamono family either conform or turn themselves in for blasphemy.
“Y-Yes, but I assure you, I don’t have any Mamono here. J-Just my cats.” He’d open a door to a small room with a bed, where a cat and three kittens were keeping close in a corner. The cat seemed... odd, for some reason.
"Uh-huh, now where is the male cat? Certainly these kittens have a father." Vez'nan didn't expect any manner of satisfactory answer to that, as there could be any number of reasons as to why it wasn't there.
“I-It... d-died, about a few months ago. Got sick. I... I miss him, a-a lot,” The man would rub the back of his neck. The cats were looking at Beatrice, their glistening eyes showing some emotion... despair, perhaps.
"In fact, my dear Beatrice here has been so lonely, I had gotten a few puppies so that she could have playmates, you see, but the most terrible accident happened! Since I'm certain my dear pet would rather not relieve the memories I'll spare you the details." Vez'nan says, before continuing. "Indeed, I'm certain my poor pet would love a new playmate...." Vez'nan trails off, hoping that the man had enough intelligence to see where this was going.
“W-What? Oh no, I-I’m afraid these kittens are too young to play with at the moment. Their only a couple weeks old! Perhaps in a few months, b-but they can’t even walk yet.” As the man said this, the mother cat’s hair started to stick up, getting slightly defensive in case they tried to take her litter.
“N-N-No, no charades here, s-sir. Please, go ahead. I-I doubt they have any d-demonic energy on them. I’m not really sure what you want me t-to do to test them.” The mother cat swishes her tail, obviously showing signs of stress.
Fayard did not like this plan, not at all. He motioned for his men to follow him to the edge of the village to watch around. "I do not want to be caught from behind by mamonos arrived as reinforcements. Everyone is there?"
(You guys can jump in anywhere. Just be sure to introduce your characters as either Orderites or Zipangu Humans/Mamono.)
The mother would hiss and scratch at his hand, obviously getting defensive for her young, all of which were squealing. Despite this, Vez’nan could make out only small traces of demonic energy from the cat, certainly not enough to prove it being a Mamono. However, he sensed far greater energy emanating from the kittens, so much that he didn’t have to touch them to notice. Meanwhile, the man was crying, seeing his cats getting so stressed. “P-P-Please sir, don’t h-harm them! There must be s-some other way, p-please!”
One of the soldiers, seeming to be an enlisted navigator, nodded to Fayard, taking out a map of Zipangu and pointing to where they were. “This village is isolated from the main areas of the region, save for the dirt road that connects it to a minor city. It would take days for news to spread.”
"Well.... Oddly enough, the mother seems clean. But those kittnes! They are definitely mamono. That or you've been bathing them in concentrated demonic energy. Now there are two ways this can go, you can turn yourself and these mamono in, and those priests will begin their attempts to convert them to the Order faith. Or I can kill the mother and then you in for Blasphemy." Vez'nan says, he would probably have to find a home for the kittens, as he refused to earn the epithet "Baby Killer."
After some time had passed, another figure exited one of the ships, making their way onto the beach. They seemed in a bit of a panic. "Oh no, no, this isn't good! I overslept!" He'd think to himself whilst searching for anyone that might explain to him what they were doing.
By appearance alone, one could tell that they were on Order soldier.
“Yes sir, we’ll begin securing the road.” THe navigator would salute before ordering some soldiers to the road.
The mother cat would suddenly transform into a Nekomata in a flash, getting in front of her young and baring her claws and teeth in a surprisingly menacing way. The kittens would shift a second later, becoming three crying Werecat daughters, all of them a few months old, at most. The mother would glare at the mage fearfully. “I will kill you if you touch them!”
Luckily, a single rowboat was left to the man on the ship, though no soldiers were there to help row. He could row the boat himself, and without the extra weight of a dozen Orderites in heavy armor, it might take him a shorter time to get to the beach. None of the ship’s crew had noticed him, all of them down in the mess hall after a long day of sailing.
Beatrice jumps up and growls at the nekomata, though she is calmed after Vez'nan begins petting her.
"Of course I wouldn't touch them! Should you both be reasonable no harm will come to them! Indeed, I imagine they'll live longer in the Order!" He couldn't guarantee this, as more likely than not some people won't agree with their inclusion.
The Orderite didn't notice the Kappa at first, instead scanning the beach ahead of him. However, once he heard something swimming beside him, he turned his head to see the Kappa following beside him.
This startled him, and he jolted back, causing the rowboat to start tipping back and forth. Trying to stabalize himself, he lost hold of one of the paddles before succeding in stabalizing. "Get out of here fowl beast!" 'He'd start to pull out his sword. Of course, he wasn't going to attempt to strike it. Only to scare it off.
“No! We cannot conform in the eyes of the Inari. I still need to feed my girls, they haven’t weened yet.” The Nekomata’s mood quickly went from defensive to pleading. “I love my husband. I can’t stand the thought of my children having a fatherless life. You... you have a Mamono wife! If someone forced you and your spouse to either go to a labor camp or die, what would you do? They’ll separate my husband from me to keep us chaste, and my children will grow unhealthy without his spirit energy...” The husband stepped around the mage, petting his children with teary eyes.
Instead of frightening her away, the Kappa just stared at him, her emerald eyes giving the man a look of... innocence.
Vez'nan gives her a look of disgust. "Eww! I'm not fucking my dog like some fou-" he stops speaking, as it would do nothing to help. "Look, while I'm certain you'll be separated for a while, they might let you be reunited with your husband if you are well behaved! Better to have a chance to continue living rather then subjecting your children to becoming orphans."
Deep in the forests near the village that our 'heroes' had landed at, a shuffling of darkened matter balloons out with sudden ferocity and than quiets down, before a loud shockwave is heard within the forest as multiple things uncermonously crash into the ground.
In the village, it is felt, a shockwave of energy passes beneath the feet of all, too small to be anything like an earthquake, but it is definitely something that happened, a rumbling that quietly passes and is not felt again.
A nekomata's red-furred ears twitch as her orange-eyes look up from the street below from the house she was sitting on. 'That wasn't a good noise.' Thought the cat as she stood up, wearing a ragged blue kimono, the villagers knew this one could easily buy another if she wanted with her money, but she chose not too.
These Orderites are annoying, shoving their ideologies where there was peace and quiet. This will buy nobody any allies. The fury of the Ryus and 9-tailed kitsunes will be swift, not to say of the more 'feral' denizens of Zipangu. Now that she thought about it... that shock-wave was probably a Ushi-Oni coming out of her cave if she had to take a guess.
Her eyes twitched, looking back down to the ground at the scrambling people and soldiers, sitting back down. Nureta, the Nekomata, watches these events unfold with a keen ear and eye.
To those looking for mamonos, Nureta would be found sitting on the roof of the tallest building in this village, her twin-tails swishing oddly back and forth.
The Nekomata flicked her hair away and stood up with a bored expression on her face. With a large leap she jumped to the nearest tree, it would bend slightly but otherwise be perfectly fine with her weight. She'd quickly jump to the next and then to the next. In the direction of the crash site from anyone who would look up could see that a woman with twin red cat-tails was jumping rather fast away from the village.
Elsewhere, a pile of massive purple armor, segmented into 6 pieces, a helmet, a torso, two gauntlets, and two hammer-like feet. These pieces were laying about in a crater. A strange symbol of a red and black heart could be seen in the center of the torso and did not stir from its resting place.
Anyone who had the ability to sense Demonic Energy would sense in-fact, that this large suit of what looked to be incomplete armor was probably either cursed or a mamono.
Nureta would reach the clearing that held this massive suit of armor and had an eye-rasied, surprised at what she saw. "A Living Armor? What's that symbol...?" She still was on a tree at this point, high in the air and could easily see it from this distance. Confusion and a bit of worry formed in her heart, those Orderites were going to investigate and if this armor didn't leave soon it was going to be in quite the danger.
“They’ll keep us apart until we die... it’s the only way you can keep us from loving each other...” The Nekomata would fall back on the ground, weeping over her children. The man stepped forward. “Can you at least give us an hour to decide? This... this is a very important life decision we’re making, we need some time to talk this over.”
The Kappa would dive under the water before retuning with a strange conch shell, striped with orange and blue. She’d pour the seawater out of it before holding it up for the man to take.
(K’eth, because you already have your nekomata character, I’ll take over the armor. I kindly ask that you don’t be control what your character finds or is affected by, as it’s my job to control he story)
The armor kept still, a small if it was as well waiting for something.
The men who didn’t not go with the navigator were right around him, standing idle and waiting for orders.
Fayard began counting his men. "Above all, do not show yourself before I give orders, we are not ready yet to engage our enemy." Glancing around once in a while. Fearing to see an ogre or other monstrosity capable of causing so much noise.
(Fine. Keth, you can control the armor and the nekomata. Redact what I said, just don’t go crazy with the story changing.)
“She may stay. Thank you, sir...” The man would close the door behind Vez’nan once he left. Outside, the mage could hear the sound of yelling, crying, and screaming. Orderites were moving Mamono families out of their homes, some were shoving them out, others dragging them with a sword out. The families were all being led to a part of the the nearby forest.
In the Nekomata’s house, Beatrice watched as the husband sat down with his wife on the floor, where their children had fallen asleep.
H: Whether we chose to conform or not, we’ll be separated either way.
W: Our children need your spirit energy to live healthily. Without it, they could become really sick... o-or worse... (she starts to sob harder)
H: ...You’ll need to find some way. Have faith, love. Keep praying for our children. I’ll come back to you... I promise...
“Yes sir.” They’d a all salute Fayard. Even if they were inexperienced, they had heart.
The pieces of the armor suddenly sits up, though they don't appear to actually connect together so much as loosely float around one each other in the general sense of what they would look like when they would be connected by other points. There was people nearby it could sense and their emotions fluctuating with not the best of intentions. It looked up and spied another, a curious soul it could sense, and like her, a mamono.
Its sharpened gauntlets flexed their fingers and the hands twirled in empty-space. Before it quickly stills, motionless and seemingly waiting for whatever possesses such wariness comes around to where it was it. Perhaps the ally in the trees might be coming around to help it if things start to get nasty?
To Fayard, he would eventually come across a clearing and a small crater, if he was following the shockwave's direction correctly. In the crater, standing up-right are these large pieces of purple armor just simply... floating in mid-air, save for the hammer-like legs that are planted onto the ground. They're not making a single move, even the floating parts of it. There appears to be this strange symbol of a red-outlined heart with black inner coloring a spiky red 'X' in the middle of it and the bottom of the heart curves out into three spikes that go left, bottom, and right.
The armor knew she wasn't supposed to be here, she had mistaken her trajectory while traveling and now she paid the price for a moment at-least. She could leave whenever she wished to do so, but decided that she was going to see what all of this commotion was about, it had not seen this place before and wished to know more. It was only a simple party anyways.
Nureta's eyes raised as the armor lifted herself up from off the ground and just sort of floated with the pieces never connecting together. They didn't look like they could connect anyways, there wasn't any holes for the hands to connect to the torso, it was all so weird.
Her breath hitched in her throat as she spoted the Orderites come across it and the armor immediately going still. This was probably not going to end all that well if she had to guess.
Beatrice couldn't help but pity them even more. She had been raised in the Order, and therefore grew up learning that most monsters were morally bankrupt, and that any feelings that told her to be attracted to her master were wrong, but the sight of this family did make her rethink what she had been taught.
Vez'nan went looking for a new family to "Convince"
Great, I'm the only one to have experience ... out of the question to go scouting alone or to send one of those poor guys. Fayard was thinking about a plan. Checking the equipment of his men and especially their weapons. "Follow me without making a noise if possible." he ordered, arbaleste on the shoulder, progressing. At the sight of the armor he shuddered, raising his hand to order his men to stop. He squatted on his right knee and aimed at the armor. His gaze was drawn to the symbol, and seeing such a tempting target, he adjusted his aim. Seeking a reaction.
(Okay then, I’ll let Keth and Jerome do their own thing)
Beatrice watched as the mother gently placed the three sleeping Werecats into a basket. “You won’t hear them say their first words... you’ll miss their first birthday... why must they do this?!” She said. The man suddenly kissed her, and the couple stayed like this for a while, tears still falling. Finally the man broke it. “I wouldn’t miss any of it for the world. No matter what happens, no matter how it willing play out, I will always, always love you. You and our children.” He’d peck each of his daughters on the forehead.
Meanwhile, Vez’nan found a house that didn’t seem checked yet.
Nureta glared at the man, so eager to kill, to murder who had done nothing... well, not nothing, but certainly nothing so hostile as he was being right now. Still... this was a Living Armor... or probably was in any-case, she had little doubt that the massive suit of floating magical sentient armor could take a man with a heavy crossbow. Still, there was a group, and she was no doubt someone had magic to aid them in 'hostile conversion' if need be.
The floating purple and silver helmet of the armor moved to seemingly 'look' at the man, though there was no visible eyes beneath the many eye-holes of the visor, only darkness within appeared to be seen. It is from there a woman's voice spoke, monotone and dreary.
"Yes? How can I help you, one of man?" She said this slowly before gingerly twisting the direction of the armor to face the man pointing the crossbow at her. She noted, amused inwardly that he was pointing his weapon at her Emblem, think its a weakpoint huh?
Well, no matter, if this will devolve into combat it will not because of she, it will because of his own way of deciding how this encounter will go.
The Oni sighed. “What for? If you’re going to conform me, can’t you just give me a pamphlet telling me what to do? I don’t have a husband, and it seems I’ll be spouseless forever now, so can’t I just do it within my own house?”
The Nekomata would hide her face in shame, showing the Kobold a bottle of white fluid. “Our girls won’t do well without this, and now that my husband is being split from our family, I... I...”
Beatrice just gives it a strange look before deciding that it would be better not to ask.
"You know, if everyone was as willing as you, even if rather... Sad circumstances drive said willingness, then perhaps we could be more lax on our policies considering Mamono." Vez'nan says before calling over a priest. "Give this girl a bible!"
The Werecat would put the flask away and slowly stand to bow to the Kobold. “You’ve been taught many things in the Order, I can see that. But... even if you empathize for us or not, know that the rest of Zipangu will crumble without offering to the Ryu and Inari.”
The Oni would shrug before receiving a bible from the nearby priest. She’d lean against her doorframe, smiling a bit. “Huh. You’re not as deceiving as many of these other ‘soldiers’. You’re blunt, straight-up. I like that.” She’d stare at the book. “This is a bit embarrassing, but perhaps you could teach me a bit about this ‘Chief God’ of yours? I’d rather not go to a priest, they’re all too... self-righteous.”
The Oni would chuckle, inviting the mage inside. “Sleeping with you within just a few minutes of conforming would be a pretty bad start for a believer. And even so, I give you full permission to blast me into oblivion if I make a move on you. Does that sound fair?”
The Werecat would shake her head sadly before her husband chimed in. “The Ryu control the rains across Zipangu. If they are denied husbands by the Order, the rains will stop. Crops will die, and we will all starve from mass drought.”
“Come, Miss... Beatrice, was it? Look at our children here.” The Nekomata would show her the three little Mamono in the basket, sleeping soundly under a small blanket. “In the next few generations, how will these girls pray to something that will no longer exist?”
“I suppose my first question is, well, why does the Chief God not like Mamono? I know the history behind it, but I thought that her grace was supposed to cover everyone.”
"You're right, incredibly powerful divine beings should be able to, but not while traitors such as Poseidon and Hel interfere, and while I hate admitting it, the Demon Lord is also powerful, and will probably be able to save quite a few."
“And... do you hate me?” The Oni looks at him, trying to put the pieces together. She was a Blue Oni, and Vez’nan could tell she was quite intuitive. Her violet eyes met his, trying to understand it all.
“Animals...” She’d look down. “I am simply an animal. A worthless, inherently dirty animal. Our purpose is to lead pure men to sin, and I will never be anything else but a beast. Am I... on the right track?”
"...I'm sorry, I never should have brought animals into the conversation. Or have attempted to try and explain to you my views. I have no doubt that you are capable of understanding them, as you seem intelligent, but I am terrible at explaining them..." He seemed genuine in his remorse, though it was probably because he had scared off someone so willing to convert.
“No, don’t be sorry,” She’d look at him with a sad but warm smile. “I just wanted to understand what this all means. Perhaps we are animals. But not like deer or fish or birds. We’re animals that can express love and care like humans, but because it’s not the natural order of things, the Chief God doesn’t like us.” She’d swallow before asking, “So... is there any way the Chief God will like us?”
“Yes, many, many questions still to be answered, but perhaps this book will give clarity.” She’d get up and lead the mage to the door, bowing to him respectfully. “I appreciate you taking the time to teach some of this to me. I do hope I see you again sometime, perhaps when you’re not crusading around, haha.”
Most of the houses were either checked or were being checked.
The husband opened the door for Vez’nan, letting him inside. “We’ve... made our decision. We’re not sure if it’s alright with the Order, but...” The man sighs before continuing. “I’ll be the one to leave and conform elsewhere. We have to be seperated, so my wife and children will stay at this residence while I am converted. Is this satisfactory?”
A captain of the soldiers stands in front of the large door. “It is the village elder. That eight-legged beast is challenging soldiers to defeat her in combat in order to conform her. Everyone who’s gone in there hasn’t come out. What’s more is that the house locks itself after someone goes in, so we can’t rush it.”
It was the Gumo, alright. She held a glowing quarterstaff in her hands as he entered the large room. It looked a lot like a dojo, but none of the other soldiers were in sight. She’d bow to Vez’nan from across the room, smiling warmly. “Hello. Are you hear on your freinds’ behalf?”
The man could see a line of Mamono families being led into the nearby forest by many soldiers, while others were securing the rest of the village. A few soldiers were talking with each other, perhaps he could ask them?
She’d frown. “Will you not show at least a bit of respect before combat? Even if you despise me and my Arachne folk, a simple bow or even a ‘good luck’ would suffice.” She’d flip her staff around each leg before taking a poised position.
The Orderite made his way over to one of the groups of the conversing soldiers. "What's going on? I got stuck helping one of the crewman." He lied through his teeth. Though, he thought is was a pretty convincing lie. Just enough, not too much.
“It is impossible. This house has been enchanted by some of the most powerful Yokai. It cannot be destroyed by mere flames. Even a mage such as yourself might barely chip the paint on the wall.” She’d stand where she was, oddly calm and composed.
"Hmm, that's good for whoever becomes the Governor, hopefully Alric or Gerald if I get lucky..." He says as he throws the ball into the air, he then slams the staff into the orb, causing it to shatter into dozens of spikes, which now litter the floor.
He slams his staff into a wall, causing it to be coated in sorcerous flames. He carefully begins to traverse the room so that he could do this with the other walls. "I'll get you down from there eventually."
"Killing! What a waste of life! I'll have to reprimand those folks when I am finished with you." He'd say, once more shooting a gout of flame at the web, before trying to smack her down from the ceiling.
She deflects the spear before the flames hit her, she goes silent as the tongues of fire envelope her. After they dissipate, she still remains, with a few burn arks her and there. “Three other mages have already been defeated. Don’t think you’re the first to try incinerating me.”
The armor appears to pause at the man's sudden aggressive and almost bloodthirsty-sounding shouts at her. He wasn't much of a threat, but his flucuating emotions seemed to spike in-aggression and stay on that as he pointed his crossbow towards her.
"Cordis; Guard Armor. Who are you, child of man?" Her monotone didn't change in the slightest, and it appeared shouting wasn't going to work more than simply asking her. Though that probably wasn't going to change, he was a soldier after all, ordering rather than asking was much more likely.
But... Guard Armor? That was unusual. Nureta tilted her head at that. Was that her species... was she a subspecies of Living Armor? The Nekomata crouched down on the branch to peer closer in. She didn't exactly... look the part of a 'Guard Armor' if she had to say, Though the large torso of hers could definitely fit her whole body in it if she wanted too, that might work if this armor could hold someone like her hubby in there.
Nureta nodded, yeah, that seemed like it could work, alright, the name was a little bit less dumb now. She smirked, and watched the exchange continue.
He studied the armor standing in front of him. He knew her kind but there were differences ... including the fact that it does not look like an inanimate armor waiting to be dressed.
"Sir Fayard. In mission of safety for the missionaries. Your sudden appearance is a threat." He did not like the idea of facing a subspecies of which he did not know the characteristics. He had some tricks to get rid of it but ...
"First and last warning, please leave." he declared firmly without too much animosity.
She had a question of where she was, but at-least it became a bit clearer. Cordis wasn't on Order lands, she was elsewhere, Zipangu, or the Mist Continent if she had to guess, this didn't feel like a demon realm, nor did it look like the desert region either, so it was a safe bet.
"Where would I go? I was teleported here against my will." It was a lie, she teleported herself, but her monotone allowed no arguement to be seen and often having no face to see in the first place, was a much better poker 'face.' The armor swivled in the air, as if it was looking around for possible directions, before appearing to shrug with its gauntlets.
Ah, so she was teleported here, but by who and what? That was two great questions thought Nureta, too bad she wasn't joining in this conversation.
"I don't know." She started, and the armor floated and turned to face him once again. "Where would you be going in the first place?"
He was fearless, or at the least held very little to begin with. Confident, possibly, most definitely confused at her, he had not seen her kind before? Perhaps he did, but why wasn't he attacking than? He was with a group, of course, he didn't know, so perhaps the others of his didn't know either.
"I would assume to be your prisoner I guess, I've nowhere to go and your numbers are more than mine as you can no doubt see." The gauntlets twirled around for a second, the hammerfeet stomped the ground lightly. As if too say that she was more than one, but that she knew that there was more of him than her in any the case.
"Missionaries?" She suddenly questioned, though her monotone made it hard for one to think it a question. "Is the Chief Goddess the one you serve?" It would make sense for his aggression, it did not make sense still, for why he was not outright attacking her.
He was looking at the armor's helmet with a cold, emotionless look. Pointing his tabard, mechanically with his left hand, which was free under the mails and plates of the gauntlet. A special cross was embroidered there.
(before I forgot, the story take place before or after the fall of Lescatie's theocratie?)
If she was intimidating by his look she wasn't showing it! Her helmet swivels a bit in the air, looking downward at the cross. "Ah, I suppose that is the symbol of the Chief Goddess than? I have never seen it before, only heard of stories and such things as that."
That wasn't a lie, she had no idea what the symbols of the Chief Goddess looked like in-person. This was a first for her, but it doesn't make for good first impressions certainly.
"I can not take you captive and keep you safe in today's conditions, you are moving away from our operations and no one will be hurt, or we are fighting." Clarified Sir Fayard without beating an eyelash.
"I'm not able to get away from here, unlike you, so the choice is entirely yours." He suggested, stretching his neck without looking away from his opponent.
Before lowering his visor: "But in case of a fight, do not expect any pity."
(Leave and don't come back or fight and stay. Oh wait actually~)
The armor paused in mid-air, considering, before shrugging its massive-clawed hands. "I have decided..."
There was another pause before she spoke again.
"You're interesting, I will not fight you, I will not leave, I will follow you." She than proceeded to stomp over with her feet next to Fayard, her other pieces of armor floating in-synch with the feet. Stopping 10ft away from her she awaits his next move. Despite there being no sense of tone in her voice, one could tell she was amused.
Nureta wasn't expecting this, she was expecting a fight surely! But this was just funny and had to hold her mouth from letting any snickers from coming out.
Fayard shot instantly. Projecting a bolt of arbaleste at an appalling speed and deadly accuracy on the mark engraved on the armor. Weapon he threw to one of his men with the quiver before unsheathing his long sword and charging. Not letting an once of feeling escape his helmet.
The bolt phased through the armor like it wasn't even there in the first place. Still, the armor did not attack, though the floating helmet did tilt to the side, she did not speak however and let his actions prove himself. Magical weapons and spells could hurt her, but this was not magical, and so there was no reason to defend herself at all, nor would she.
She'd let him strike with his sword, though it would phase through it again and again like nothing was there in the first place. The helmet just looking down at him, heavy disappointment in its posture even if there was no eyes to see past the eye-holes of the silver visor.
Nureta was shocked, almost letting out a gasp, before her eyebrow raised at the shot of the cross-bolt just 'phases' through the armor. She knew Living Armors were all but indestructable, but items phasing through an armor were uncalled for, this was definitely a subspecies. If she was guessing before, she wasn't guessing now.
However, such heartless behavior from the Fayard guy, couldn't wait for a Ryu to go kick his ass twenty ways from Sunday, ooo that'd be fun.
Fayard would jump up... really high as the helmet was at the very least 15ft off the ground and sliced at the helmet only for it to phase through the helmet harmlessly. Though the helmet did tilt back up to 'look' at him.
"What do you know about safety Sir Fayard? I am not putting anyone in danger, you are." She continued to speak in oppressive monotone, like no-one was just attacking her and she was going on about the weather.
The head swivels to Fayard's men. "Is this what the Order is? Killing innocents for being lost? Murdering those who have done nothing to settle revenge for another body? For the unempathetic who grin gleefully at slicing apart what doesn't look like them? If I was human I would be questioned and consoled, taken back to wherever you were to check for injuries and I might even be able to tell them about my home and maybe I could even get taken back to my house. Such is the 'unending' 'mercy' of the Order for their fellow human."
The head tilts down at Fayard, her tone hasn't change, but there's a sense of finality to her. "But because I am floating suit of armor, I am murdered, not because of what I've done, or what I could do, but simply because I am an unknown and therefore must be killed. I am lost, terribly lost, and he tells me to leave because he thinks I can handle it, or doesn't care."
The head turns back to his men. "Does the Order save the innocent, or does it murder them? Does it do both? I am quite curious."
Fayard passed behind the armor that remained motionless. His reflexes were as automated, his movements fluid even though very clearly lacking in elegance. He did not stop. And did not respond to provocations.
The man finally found where the line of families ended. human husbands were split from their wives and children, all of them crying and hugging each other. Some of them were given bibles and sent to another area of the woods. Others were put in manacles and led in another direction. And a few were being shoved deeper in a third way.
“We... we aren’t evil...” She’d rasp. “Of all Mamono... you choose the most peaceful to kill... we’ve done nothing to you! Nothing!”
The armor just turned around to face him, "are you quite done Sir Fayard? You'll hurt yourself with the strain before you will actually manage to murder me." The considerable lack of emotions he felt, his simply nothingness... his darkness was intoxicating and yet...
He appeared to be a psychopath, and the mamono part of her refused to even consider him as a mate anymore. Like a machine he fought with such percision even when it was known to be quite fruitless to do so. This was useless, she had to see what he and these men were so focused on defending, the missionaries... they were perhaps more akin to executioners, if they were anywhere like dear Sir Fayard.
Which meant they were killing people for something different... and she didn't like that, perhaps they had magic to stop her, but how many with blades that were magical?
Whatever the case, she ignored the reactions of whoever was around her as she stomped and floated her way out of the crater and towards where Fayard and his men were coming out of. Perhaps finding a path and going down it if she found one in the first-place. "I have modified my decision Sir Fayard, you and whoever your working for are quite unstable and need to be brought to justice, I will stop you and them."
Nureta was simply disgusted with these people and this mamono... seemed powerful, like she could make a difference. But she didn't know where she was going.
"Oi! Cordis!" The helmet of the armor turned to look up in the trees, where the Nekomata lay. "Over here! Continue following me, I'll lead you to the village!" And so Nureta lept from tree to tree and Cordis increased the speed of her floating and stomps to this supposed town.
“My daughter... I have to care for my daughter...” She’d weakly sling some webbing over the spikes on the ground before falling on it. “All of your defeated soldiers are in the room to the left... just let me see my daughter.”
"You have a daughter, and you still continued with this foolhardy attempt at resistance! You're lucky that I'm more reasonable then my comrades, and won't kill you." He walks up to her and puts a hand in her forehead, and the effects of the soul sapping diminish. He proceeds to head to the room to the left.
“I never resisted...” Still weak, she’d lay on the ground, unable to get up. In the room were at least a dozen soldiers handing from the ceiling in webbing, all seeming to be asleep. “... I simply stalled for time.”
“I knew that I’d die the moment the Order came here, no matter what I chose...” She’d sigh, getting in a sitting position. “So I decided to fight. I never thought I’d die at the hands of an Orderite, but I suppose that’s fate...”
“The room to the right... she’s only a baby.” The door to the right opened up to a small room with a few toys here and there, and a cradle in the corner. In the cradle was a sleeping infant, holding a stuffed Tengu toy.
“This house is immune to almost all movement spells. If you lift the rug underneath the cradle, there’s a tunnel leading to the forest. Once you go through, you can’t come back... and the door will unlock to the next challenger.”
"Do you know any illusion spells to make your daughter look human? I could make you out as some vile monster who had a hostage, and since you're going to die regardless if doesn't matter if they want to kill you more."
“I don’t want to die, but I know I will.” She’d slowly walk to the crib, placing her fingertips on her daughter’s forehead and muttering something. The child’s slightly-pointed ears slowly round themselves, and her tiny Arachne fingers become shorter. “Wrap her in a blanket to hide the rest.”
“Don’t let them take her.” She’d gesture to the door, tears falling silently.
The man saw the Mamono and their husbands being lined up in a clearing. At the front of the line, a large man with a huge battle axe stood next to a stone, big enough to rest a head on. Children were taken away by other soldiers as the first person in line, one of the husbands, knelt in front of the stone.
"Goodbye." And with that, Vez'nan departs. As soon as he left he started barking out orders. "The beast and her prisoners are inside! Make sure you execute her, for she had a baby as a hostage! Give all those captured a flogging for being so incompetent! And bring me to our conformers and slaves!"
The Orderite would stare at the scene before him. Many thoughts raced through his mind, but the moat prominent one was: "This is murder." Of course, he couldn't be sure. So, he watched and wrote in his notebook.
The Orderite would stare at the scene before him. Many thoughts raced through his mind, but the moat prominent one was: "This is murder." Of course, he couldn't be sure. So, he watched and wrote in his notebook.
“Very well, sir!” Another man would be sent in, this time a very bulky paladin, to attempt to kill her. A few soldiers would escort Vez’nan to the area where the Mamono families were being taken. One one side, families held bibles and some even held tokens to become Order initiates. On the other side, everyone was in manacles and chains.
“Any last words, monster-loving bastard?” The man with the axe raised it high above his head.
The husband looked up, but not at his executioner. He instead caught the eyes of his wife, a crying Mantis. He gave his last words to her: “I love you.”
At least a third of them were mothers, holding their daughters in their cuffs. A Gyobu Danuki looked particularly good for raising another child, as her young daughter was only six or seven years old by the looks of it.
She’d look up, holding her child close to her after a soldier uncuffed her. She’d sigh as she stepped up to the mage. “I am just a trade merchant, sir. I was traveling here on my cart to deliver goods to the village right when you arrived. I doubt I could be of any real service to you.”
"All I need from you is a capability to raise another child and to do tasks for me. I'm certain you can do that. Anyway, you'll know the roads of this land, which will be helpful in and of itself." He says, showing her Kyoko.
This was something he couldn't watch. Purification was one thing, but murder?
Shaking his head, he couldn't help but think about how he just doubted what he believes in. "Don't think about it." He told himself quietly before returning to his notebook.
However, he soon returned to where the three different paths started. He then paused for a moment, staring at his notebook. "Alright, clear your head and do what you came here for." He reassured himself, taking a few deep breaths.
She’d look up at him, glaring with a surprisingly menacing face. “I’m doing this because Himono was my friend. You Orderites have slain a mother, and that is a crime you shall be punished for. I’m surprised you even consider a Mamono child to be like any other human baby, since you think all we are are evil vermin.”
"I'm certain I will be punished, though that day is far off in the distance. And as for evil vermin? I wouldn't say that, though there are mamono fully deserving of that description." He said, in a melancholic tone.
"Anyway, I ought to take you back to my ship, I have things to unload."
Fayard smiled behind his helmet. He quickly pulled out a dagger with the pinkish blade of his left armband he threw with force on the armor that went through the air. The blade was planted in the back of the latter who felt all his strength to be sucked at a frightening speed. Leaving her with little energy, which was still siphoned off.
(I think everyone understood what kind of blade it was.)
The gauntlet of the armor grabbed the dagger before it could hit the torso he thought he'd actually hit for and threw it away like the trash it was. The armor turned to face the man. "Wow, impressive."
And than both gauntlets proceeded to fly over to him, not with the armor itself strangely enough and crashed into his form, the two gauntlets with their four sharpened fingers pierce into the man at once their speed far too fast for him to comprehend. Immediately a power-rush of Demonic Energy filled him to the brim and with it, from the open 'holes' on his body, most of his Spirit Energy leaked out at a rapid rate.
Sir Fayard was knocked unconcious from such a sudden influx of Demonic Energy entering and almost all of his Spirit Energy leaving.
(If you want to god-mod Fayard, than I can god-mod right back. I am willing to change this if you actually make a fucking character instead of a stupid edgy psychopathic cardboard cut-out. Or at the very least you write the words 'attempts to throw the dagger at the armor.' Instead of saying it hits automatically, that's not fun, you instantly describe the effect as if I can't try and resist it, nope it happens automatically, boom your dead. Well fuck you, your dead. That is unless you change that and your fucking character, or at the very least stop fucking god-modding.)
(Yes after he just god-modded me, or are we talking before than where I said that mundane stuff doesn't work on Cordis and he needed something magical to hit her? Well he did get something magical and he decides to autohit and autoeffect me. This whole sha-bang didn't even need to start if he actually played the character interesting instead of forcing me to leave or fight him.)
(That whole previous part wasn't god-modding I made it very clear that normal stuff wasn't working, but nope, he doesn't comment on it and just keeps on whailing on nothing. This part? This is god-modding because he decided to god-mod, I am willing to edit all of this if he actually plays something interesting or at the very least writes 'attempt' instead of just autohitting me.)
(it isn't hard to hit stationary target , armor didn't seem to move when fayard was hitting her before, so maybe he used the element of suprise. If landing one good hit with something that work is god-modding , then you need to teach me your new definitionof it.)
(And definition of interesting character. Wow mamomo who know order is bad and gives moral speeches about justice and all, hever heard of that one before. What about that nekomata, she seems to not bring anything to the story for now)
(He stated that it was planted in the back of the armor, not letting me react to it or anything, only after he said it automatically hit. He could throw the dagger, say where it was intending to go, hell, he could even describe what would happen if it 'did' hit. The armor is moving now, if you read Nureta is leading the armor towards the village, it is moving at a fast pace, via floating and stomping its hammerlegs forward it is not stationary,)
(The armor was unaware, and I probably would have given him that as well since for the most part, she thought the guy was just stupid and didn't have any magic weapons when in-fact he did. He could say he 'attempted to pierce the back of the torso.' Or so instead of just stating that it 'planted in the back of the latter.' You know what happen if I just let 'that' happen, Cordis would be dead because for some-reason all of her strength's just suddenly gone with a quick 'fuck you.' But I still would have, if he actually respected the fucking fact of not autohitting, but no he doesn't get that.)
(I want to change that, and I apologize for probably going beyond my prerogatives, but I remind you that you left with your back turned. That you said you have already left without giving me the time to try to block the passage or anything.
You do not give me a choice either. Not to mention that you took control of the game as a master of the game to make meet Fayard and your character, also forcing my hand. Because of course, I was hidden and you immediately spotted me. Once again, I did not scream for the master of the game to sanction you. So where do you want to go back in the event, if that is still possible?)
(Well it looked like you were heading in Cordis's direction, or else you probably wouldn't have hid in the bushes if the shockwave was so far away from you. I described it as if he was going in the direction of the shockwave, you could have just stated 'but he would not move in the direction of the shockwave, standing very still in the bushes with his men' or something like that. I was planning it more as if it was an invitation to see the events of Cordis standing up and what-not. She did not sense him directly only a general sense of people around there. I'm sorry if it feels like I forced your hand when I only planned for it to be something Fayard and his men may or may not walk into it if he wished.)
(I mean, it feels like I'm forced into two options of either leave and never return, giving up Cordis instantly and leaving me with Nureta, or fight you, win, get the entire Order on my ass, or lose and have you kill Cordis which is basically the same as me leaving instantly with her. Its not fun to say the least. I tried to be clever and have her just simply follow him and his men back to the village because your character said he'd have no pity for her if she attacked him, but she didn't and so I thought he'd go 'ah fuck, morals' or something, but no, it just ended staight back to the 'fight me' scenario, which led all the way to this.)
(Sir Fayard is a veteran of the order with many guerillas, and served at Lescatie. Do you serioulsy believe he would let you get close? How do you think Fayard, who is not a total ashole, could capture you just to have you executed five minutes later... in fact he was telling you to leave for your own good and his men who are recruit without experiences. And he have orders to protect the missionaries
and to answer your previous problem, pretending to leave, to get around the obstacle and enter the city was a solution no?)
(How the hell would I know any of that? Nope, I can't use that against you, cause you don't know stuff about Cordis either, whatever.)
(Sure let's just go back to when they first met and he told her to leave, she says she doesn't know where she is and has to give up and go. Being hoity-toity 'I'm better than you' for her just doesn't fit anyways.)
The armor tenses up, the gauntlets shift and flip over in mid-air. A trait that Fayard realizes that she does a lot, well, he's seen her do it more than once, so it possibly might be common.
"Very well Sir Fayard." And the armor swivels behind her, the helmet giving off one last final glance before turning as well and stomping off and floating in-synch away into the brush.
Well this appeared to be a waste of time if she was going to be forced to leave, perhaps a better time? That curious soul was still following her and when they were just out of sight from Fayard and his men, she appeared, dropping down from the trees much like a monkey with her face with eyebrows raised.
"I've never seen a Living Armor like you before?" She questioned, twin-tails dancing in stress that was unrelated to meeting this massive floating armor.
Her monotone never strayed in direction. "That is because I am not a Living Armor, I am a Guard Armor." Nureta flicked her wrist with a 'of course' face.
"A subspecies of Living Armor, whatever." Cordis paused at the red-head cat's words, "sure, a subspecies, yes. I am Cordis, you are?" The nekomata quickly perked up.
"Nureta, a well, I would say a pleasure, but I'm kinda of in a bit of trouble." The smirk Nureta was wearing was false, inside she wasn't all that good feeling.
"Does it have to do with those Order-men I presume?" Cordis's helmet looked off to the side, where she had come from and where Fayard was presumably at this point.
Nureta nodded quickly, "Tell me, what's happening?" Cordis's helmet turned back to look down at her.
(K’eth, from th beginning, you’ve been controlling your part of the story, like what your Nekomata finds and what she does that affects the ambience of the RP. My job is to tell the RPers what they find, what happens when they do something, and the effects that happen after what is caused. I let Fayard control the Orderites who were following them specifically to equalize how you were making your armor do things that the Nekomata doesn’t. You could’ve just asked me on my wall if I could control the armor a certain way to fit your character, and I woud’ve done that without any problems. I don’t usually allow RPers to have more than one character while RPing for this very reason, but I acquiesced because I knew that Tikkit had two characters and it wouldn’t have been fair if I said no to you. Jerome is trying to equalize the amount of power e has BECAUSE he is fighting you, and you’Ve given yourself so much power that he has to make himself just as powerful to RP at the same level. I’m not going to control what you say or do, but if this becomes a constant thing, I’m going to void your actions.)
(This goes for everyone who is currently roleplaying as well. There is a fine line when it comes to common sense, and breaking it in my RPs won’t be tolerated. Please use “attempts to” or “tries to” so that there is a possibility of failure and not a godmodding success.)
"No, the contents of this chest cost a fortune, and I don't trust you anywhere near them, which is why I'm removing it." He says, finally removing the chest from the room after great effort. "I assume you haven't traded with any Mist Continent merchants?"
"Yes, she will, though that's beside the point, for I have had the great fortune to have met one of their merchants in my life, and now have the single greatest thing to originate from that strange and savage land." He pauses, thinking.
"I am Vez'nan, and this cute little Kobold here is Beatrice. It's a pleasure to have you with us." He says. "Since I am letting you stay in my quarters I'm going into town to find myself a temporary homestead." He said, leaving the two, Beatrice following behind.
Cordis and Nureta were traveling for a while, Nureta was hoping to be able to find other villages or perhaps a city to warn of the Order's intrusion. Though, no-such luck yet.
"How peculiar." Cordis muttered within her helm, and the nekomata looked up to her. "What, the Order?" The helmet nodded. "One would think that they worry about their lands getting attacked rather than start encroaching on peaceful territory."
Nureta sighed, "must be gettin' real desperate or somethin'... or they have some plan that we cannot possibly fathom at this moment." Nureta gestured wildly with her furred-paws. A frown on her otherwise smug face formed. "I've a lot of friends down there, back in the village... well, I like to think so anyways. It doesn't matter."
The dread within her heart was almost palpable, noted Cordis, she seemed to be the sarcastic one, one to joke with everything till it became serious and then she didn't know how.
"But, it's not like Zipangu will just suddenly fall because a butch of stupid ships rolls up and the guys on it start demanding stuff. Its weird though... no-one fought back." That was curious, and the helmet turned to look down at Nureta.
"I mean, sure, husbands ushered their wives inside, Leader-Spider got all defensive, some of the fishermen took up their spears... but... nobody fought back. Like I dunno, they were expectin' a Ryu to just come down and save them?" Nureta looked rather frustrated with everything, who wouldn't be, in this situation?
"This land is Zipangu?" Cordis had heard of the land a couple time, her 'sisters' had talked about it once, along with others similar to kind.
"Mhmm." Nureta nodded and than let out a small 'oh.' "Right, your not from around here." The helmet nodded again, and Nureta was sure if she could see the Guard Armor's face there would be amusement on it.
"This land is peaceful correct? Hasn't fought many battles due to living in-harmony with most monsters even before the Demon Lord?" Cordis knew this from hear-say, but it was good to get a confirmation from a local.
The nekomata nodded, swatting away a branch and ducking over as it swung back and harmlessly twanged off of the torso of the armor. "Yeah, of course, people worship the kitsunes, Ryus, all that, what does that gotta..." realization began to dawn on her face.
"They haven't fought many battles." Reiterated Cordis with a raised gauntlet. "Perhaps they are so unused to fighting that they don't know what to do when suddenly beset upon by an enemy."
Nureta sighed and shook her head. "Its stupid, but I guess that makes sense. No-one really trained up a militia in the village, I know some magic and combat skills... but that's only because I personally trained myself and paid for a couple teachings when I got the money..." She held a paw to her face and groaned.
"That and no-one really thought this was going to happen, this is all so sudden I can tell you that much." Nureta blearily looked at the torso of Cordis, specifically at the emblem.
"What's that symbol mean?" She gestured her head towards it and the helmet didn't even look down as she spoke. "It is a Emblem of my kind and that we were made."
Mysterious, but all right, Nureta wouldn't question it as she waved it away. They didn't speak much after that for the rest of their walk... to somewhere else other than this forest and the village behind it.
As he left his ship in the rowboat, Vez’nan could see something in the distance, far out at sea. Was it a straggling Order ship? Maybe a whale, or a giant Mamono? It was too far to see with the naked eye.
It was a ship, but it wasn’t the Order’s. Unusually-shaped sails with red and green masts caught the wind as its dark wood kept it afloat. what was most noticeable were the large iron cylinders dotting port and starboard sides. Cannons.
Once he got close enough, he could see a few crew members looking down at him from their large ship. One of them, a Hinezumi, was pointing a sword down at him. “You! What is your business here? Are you wit hthe Order?”
In the quarters were many scrolls in a corner, sitting along next to a large map of the known world on one wall and a map of Zipangu and the Mist Continent oceans on the other. At the back was a large table, and sitting at it was a strikingly beautiful Jinko, her fur having a very rare coat of white instead of the common orange. Out of all the Mamono he had seen, this might have been one of the most attractive.
“Ah, the diplomat. Bold of you to come here alone, indeed. I am Commander Mei Rin of the Mist Navy. Who might you be?”
Indeed, he might have considered her attractive, however the ever present fact that she was a cat diminished that greatly. "I'm not alone, my dear Beatrice is outside, and my name is Vez'nan, Arch-Magus of Linirea and Lord of Pagras. I normally would be warning my Order Comrades of the presence of your ship, though I feared that would cause unneeded conflict."
“It would indeed, Vez’nan. As you may or may not know, the region of Zipangu and the Mist Continent have a treaty that allows us to come to the aid of our ally when they are under attack. If this ship had not been here an hour early to its patrol, your invasion of Zipangu would’ve been successful in keeping the Mist Continent out of it. Because of this, the Mist Navy will be sending more ships to aid Zipangu, and I do ask kindly that you and your men surrender before real damage is done.”
"You know that we won't surrender, especially because with little effort I can report the success of our landfall, which will bring forth a even greater tide of orderites. And I'd prefer not to rid the world of what must be a great beauty amongst her kind."
“You already have, Vez’nan. According to our reports, the Order has killed at least twenty civilians, and almost a hundred are now in chains. By ‘conforming’ all of Zipnagu, the Ryu that create rains all across the region will no longer have husbands, and droughts will destroy the lush and beautiful Zipangu that we know.” She’d lean in, talking almost in a whisper now. “Don’t you understand? This may be what you do in the Western regions, but in the East, our way of life depends on love between Mamono and humans. Our very survival depends on it. You will kill off millions, just to accomplish an already failed task. Don’t do this. I... I beg you.”
“Pffft, what are you, some sort of poet? Whatever, they’re over there to the left.”
"Before I got on the ship i knew this venture would fail, however if I don't play along then heads will roll back home. I'll continue this futile venture until any illusion of us being capable of prevailing is gone." He pauses, before continuing. "I'll at least try to convince them that it'll be beneficial to keep Ryu married, as we want crops to grow."
He stands up. "Now may i depart? I have some things to sort out."
She’d sigh, standing up and walking out with him. “I hope that this crusade of yours doesn’t linger for so long. But, ‘tis fate I suppose. Tell your soldiers that the Mist Navy is coming, and that if they want Zipangu, they’ll be fighting on two fronts.”
"I won't tell them, means I might get to go home sooner..." He mutters. He gestures for Beatrice to follow him before he begins climbing down the rope his boat was tied to. He then begins to row to the village.
Vez’nan and Beatrice arrived back to the village. The area seemed cleared out now, with the laborers grouped up in chains and a few more families being led into the forest.
The Orderite saw a young woman with manacles around her wrists and a gag around her mouth. She looked docile and didn’t show many features of being a Mamono. Her stormy-gray eyes glanced up at him with a pleading look as he approached.
The quartermaster from Fayayrd’s original ship approached him. “Ah, Fayard, how goes the perimeter?”
(Huh. Well, you could be a stowaway on one of the Order ships, or you could be a deceased Zipangu human who became a Banshee. If you have any other ideas, I’ll hear them out.)
"Someone being me to the finest house in this village! But not the Leader's house, as I have other plans for it!" Vez'nan can ordered. He then looked at Beatrice. "I need you to go to where we are executing people on my behalf, make sure everyone able to work is spared."
At this Beatrice salutes her master and rushes off to where they are executing people. Vez'nan meanwhile looks for a high ranking soldier or priest.
Menagerie' was currently hiding upon an Order ship, which was just now pulling into port. 'Is it safe to leave yet?' she asked herself, poking her head out of her hiding spot which was between to large upright crates. Noticing that there was nobody around her, Menagerie quickly made her way down the hall to the upper deck.
"I must report that we encountered a giant and very disturbing living armor, we managed to force her to flee but I'm afraid she's still close to us." Fayard took the opportunity to look around him and especially the village. "Is everything ok?"
Vez’Annan is escorted to a relatively large house, at least two stories and having a great view of the ocean, but scenery would really just be good for keeping an eye out for any more Mist Navy ships. A soldier would hand him a key. “This is the key to the house, sir. We’re supposed to leave the village and move on to the nearby city in a few days, so whether you’ll be staying here or not will be you and your superiors’ decision.”
Meanwhile, Beatrice found the area where the executions were taking place, and a few of the soldiers almost instinctively put her in line until they saw the Order’s emblem on her collar. The guards allowed her to watch as th next person, a man who looked to be in his thirties, was shoved forward. The overseer of the executions walked over to Beatrice. “Ah, you’re the Arch Magus’s mutt, yes?”
Menagerie saw a few crewmen working on the sails and swabbing the deck, but no one else was present. It would be easy to sneak off and float over to the mainland.
“Never better. These families have now all been conformed, enslaved, or killed off. I would’ve personally liked to see them all hang, but that isn’t our mission this time. THis Living Armor, which way did she flee?”
Menagerie had carefully made her way to the side of the ship and floated over to the dock. 'Glad nobody saw me' she thought to herself as she walked down the wooden dock, looking at all of the different ships pulling into port, 'What's with all the ships?' Menagerie wondered as she continued to walk. Finally, she came from the docks and was now in the main square of the village she was now in.
The Banshee saw that the village was almost empty, and saw a line of over a hundred families being split up. human husbands were separated from their wives and children, all of them crying and hugging each other. Some of them were given bibles and sent back home. Others were put in manacles and led in another direction. And a few were being shoved deeper into the nearby forest in a third way.
The overseer laughed at the Kobold. “Like hell! They’ve all been sentenced to death for blasphemy, an order directed by the head priest. You already have plenty of slaves in chains, why would you need several more filthy heretics to live?”
The soldier would salute the mage before rushing off to find the officials.
"Because, Vez'nan has spotted a Mist Continent fleet prepared to attack, and we need all the manpower we can get to build fortifications and prepare." Most of this was assumption, and the usage of the word fleet was rather inaccurate, but he didn't know either of these facts.
'What the hell?!' Menagerie thought to herself, surprised at what was going on. She approached a woman, who was crying with her son in her arms, "Umm... Excuse me, ma'am. What's going on here?" Menagerie asked, watching a few men receiving bibles walking away.
The man’s eyebrows would raise. “Well then, I suppose we’ll need to spare a few infidels to slaughter even more of those Mamono whores.” He’d pat the Kobold’s head patronizingly, thoug hit felt more like a slam. “You hear that, lads? We’ve got enemies at our tail. Let’s chai these vermin up and put ‘em to work!”
It looked a lot like the village elder’s house, but much more frayed. The place had been ransacked and the food and sake were all taken, along with any decorations that may have been valuable. The dining room had a long table with many chairs, a perfect place to hold his meeting. More was to be discovered if he took a look at the second floor.
She’d see the Banshee, shocked that she wasn’t in chains. “The Order. They’ve taken all the Mamono families away. They’re either being slaughtered, enslaved, or converted to the Order’s ways. You must leave now, before they find you!”
Fayard pointed to the general direction of the armor. "On this side, but I do not guarantee that she will not get around us." Fayard frowned, however. He did not like executing coldly. But yet he was disarmed against corruption ...
(I don't remember if someone answered my question, but is it before of after the fall of lescatie? It's for my background and interactions, for my level of radicality if you catch my meaning)
(Lets go with after, as Zipangu wasn’t really explored in detail until then)
Beatrice would meet back up with Vez’nan while he inspected the second floor. This story seemed much nicer than downstairs, though it mostly consisted of bedrooms, as well as a nursery for at least two children. The master bedroom was huge, the bed taking up at least a fourth of room’s space. The sheets were probably made from Arachne silk and Weresheep wool, by th looks of it.
Fayard and the quartermaster were interrupted by a soldier running up and saluting them. “Sirs, the Arch Magus Vez’nan has requested all high-ranking officials and priests to attend a meeting at his new establishment.”
Th woman with the rag in her mouth would be unchained and ungagged, coughing quite a lot. She’d walk over to him and bow. “T-Thank you, sir. My name is Myuu.” She was shaking as she talked, still fearful of what he might do.
After a while, some of the missionaries arrived at Vez’nan’s new house, including the head priest. A few quartermasters and captains also arrived, as well as a paladin with a Chochin-Obake he held by a small chain, probably his new servant. (I’ll let Fayard arrive on his own)
Menagerie heeded the woman's warning and turned for the closest exit out of the village. However, before Menageries even got an inch closer to the exit, she was met with two Order guards, both of which were holding halberds. "Excuse us, ma'am. Could you please come with us?" they tried to politely ask, to which, Menagerie walked past them as if they weren't even there. One of the guards attempted to grab Menagerie by her shoulder, but his hand simply fazed through her and became decrepit, though it quickly returned to normal.
K'eth, Undercover Agent wrote: Cordis's helmet floated to look down at Nureta, the nekomata looked back up at the armor with a non-plussed look and waved at the merchant. The helmet of Cordis floated back to its rightful place.
"Hail! I wouldn't go down this path, there's a Order force occupying the village down there. You'll probably either get sent back or taken as prisoner."
Cordis thought it helpful to speak up to the mysterious driver. "Or be threatened with death, they did so with me."
"Welcome, welcome! Come in, there is much as have to discuss." Vez'nan says, holding the door open for his guests .
“W-What? The Order? Here?!” The Danuki merchant quickly swung around the cart to face the other way. “Do you two need a ride to Karujo City? It would probably be faster than walking, and who knows what enemies might be chasing you now.”
“Hey! Stop her!” The two soldiers would call over more men to deal with the Banshee attempting to evade them.
The high-ranking officials would enter Vez’nan’s abode. (Should we wait for Fayard to arrive?)
As the arrow flew through the air, it pierced right through Menagerie's left thigh, causing her to disrupt her own flying and crash into a few trees nearby. As she crashed and fell to the ground, Menagerie whimpered and cried a bit at the pain from the arrow. "Oww! One, that was extremely rude, and two, this hurts so much! There's no way I could walk, run, or fly. I'm now helpless", she said, wiping her tears away and gripping the arrow, 'OK. This'll only hurt for a minute Menagerie, just hum something before you pull it out,' Menagerie thought, singing a lullaby to herself, before yanking the arcane arrow out of her thigh completely, letting out an extremely loud wail which gave away her position.
Heaving, Menagerie struggled to her feet but managed to get up, leaning against the tree's trunk, she immediately headed deeper into the trees so that she could rest and recover.
Vez'nan blinked in surprise. He had actually hit the Banshee... He stands dumbfounded for a few more moments before deciding on a course of action. "Well, I ought to finish what I started..." He says to the air before he begins his trek to the source of the wail.
Menagerie finally reached a grandfather oak tree, its thick trunk would keep her from being seen. She circled around it, and sat down, already going to work on her wound. Menagerie had chanted some 'dead language,' (pun intended) to heal herself. Once Menagerie's wound had been healed, she stood up once again and took flight.
“O-Okay...” Myuu would follow nervously, wondering where they might be going.
Menagerie, once high enough in the sky, could see the land of Zipangu stretch on for miles, many mountains and forests coating the earth, and the slight curvature of a tall building far away. Behind her was the ocean which the Oder arrived by, the village on the shoreline, and a very faint figure of a ship out in the distance.
“Sir, should I inform the others that the meeting will be delayed?” The messenger soldier asked.
“Well, hop on then.” The Danuki would help the Werecat up as she pulled the reigns of the cart to drive onward towards the city.