Black Omega
First Post
Nezu watched the group preparing with a growing sense of dread. Volar pulled out a spy glass from his backpack, even though it was far to long to have really fit inside there. Looking toward the battle ahead the elf said “Eight guards, half armed with bows. One looks like a leader type. And that huge, warped beast. I have a plan that will rescue O-Hisa, but we need to engage as many of the guards as possible.”
“I think I can help.” Mindra said quietly. Nezu watched a the monkey summoned a large wolf, then a black bear. The more targets the better, as far as the rat faced man was concerned. He’d seen that half-orc half-ogre carrying the banner and wanted no part of it.
When the Hordelanders arrived to join the battle, Nezu looked up to Toshiro, ready to call off the dangerous assault right now. Surely it was time to regroup… But Toshiro’s gaze was fixed on the center of battle and his fiancé. A fast wipe of a cloth cleaned blood from Toshiro’s katana then he nodded “Ok, let’s go.”
The group moved closer as stealthily as they could. Mindra directed his animals to sneak around to attack two of the bowmen. Verick assisted Kaz, so that heavy, noisy armor would not give the group away. And despite his many protests that he could not be stealthy if his life depended on it, once again Hiruma Toshiro blended in perfect with the light overgrowth as he moved.
Nezu readied his scimitar and waited for the command to charge. And through it all he kept telling himself “I owe Toshiro for this. I can do this. Rodrigo’s just a man and his children and just mortal. I don’t want to face them again…but I must.” The thin man had only just gathered his courage when the group charged. Bear and wolf charged archers as the samurai and Nezu ran forward to engage the others.
The half-orc guards managed to get one volley of arrows off, then it was hand to hand fighting, with their leader wading in to block the path to O-Hisa while ordering the last couple of unengaged guards to shoot anyone who got past. A chance they never got, since Mir uncharacteristically ran to the front, Naga following and acting as a bodyguard. A few words from the young Aasimar brought a thick fog of white over the battlefield. And the curses from in the mist were not simply half-orcs.
‘Why the hell did she do that!” Verick growled. “I can’t see a thing.”
But Volar could. The crude banner stood twenty feet, so he could just make out the top of the banner. And beside it the curved pole arm the monstrous guard wielded. Soaring higher, Volar took a good look over the mist before diving down into it. A powerful slash of the naginata pierced his magical protection, drawing a thick flow of blood. But Volar focused past it and grabbed for O-Hisa. For a dangerous second he almost lost her in the mist before his hands found the bound Unicorn samurai. The massive orgre-ish monster lifted his naginata for another blow but as it fell Volar and O-Hisa disappeared from view and the blade simply lopped off the top of the wooden pole O-Hisa had been bound to.
In the thick mist, Verick cut down one of the guards, then teamed up with Toshiro to kill another. Just as well, Nezu reasoned they would need someone to guard their backs so no one snuck up on them. So there he waited at the edge of the mist, keeping watch over them. Then a thundering roar came from inside the mists. And the sound of something tearing, the sickening crunch of bones breaking or shifting. Nezu heard Volar yell “I’ve got her!” the voice trailing away, a hint at how quickly the elf was flying away when he yelled it. Then towering out of the mist Nezu saw something, a figure over twenty feet tall and almost as wide, it’s skin a diseased green-black. A massive naginata was held in one hand as if it was a toy. It’s eyes burned with a black fire as it looked over the mist at some target. And all that courage Nezu had been building up melted away in seconds.
[GM Note: I’d been using a fairly generic ogre figure to make the position this creature was using. When the creature changed and emerged from the Obscuring Mist I substituted it for a figure I’d painted for the occasion, an Ogre Mage figure that was almost twice as tall as the other figures on the battle, and three times as broad. The work put into it was well worth the reaction it got.]
Nezu looked to Toshiro, who had drawn back to the edge of the mist as well, to watch. Dreading the order to attack, Nezu held his scimitar ready and prayed. Then to his amazement, Toshiro swore under his breath then yelled “Retreat!”
The rampaging creature stalked out of the mist, smashing one of his own guards as he moved. And brokew into a run, chasing Volar. A roar from the oni engulfed Volar and O-Hisa in a cloud of oily blackness and Volar faltered, nearly crashing to the ground before he righted himself. Unable to take another such attack, Volar paused in his flight to cast a spell, one more stone wall growing up from the ground, blocking the path between himself and the monster.
The rest of the party scattered as quickly as they could, knowing the creatures attention would return to them once it was sure Volar had escaped. Even Verick decided discretion was the better part of valor and used the mist to cover his retreat. As they fled Nezu was impressed by a one thing. Toshiro could really move fast in that heavy armor when he needed to.
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The group assembled back at the stone tower Volar had created while trying to trap the wizard earlier, and Mindra went to work healing O-Hisa. The others climbed to the top of the tower to watch how the battle was going. To their surprise and relief, the Hordelander charge was revealed to be disguised Unicorn cavalry under the personal banner of Lord Shinjo Jyaku. With their Bloodspeaker allies busy, the followers of Cyric and Stavros had already started to break. Attacked from front and disheartened by the loss of their banner, the center started to give way within minutes.
As the battle turned, areas of thick, tangled plants started to grow, blocking the easy escape routes of the retreating bandits and Yabanjin. And the slaughter was on. Only on the right flank did things hold together, Viktor’s fiery great sword striking down any samurai who came near as he and his followers made a orderly withdrawal.
And back in the distance, a thick plume of smoke rose in the air from the direction of Kuzo.
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That evening torches flickered over the battlefield as peasants searched for survivors, samurai guards making sure valuable items of important enemies were collected to be destroyed and no peasants tried hiding away a little something for themselves. The barbarian Inu had disappeared once the battle was finished, leaving no trace.
There was no question that Rodrigo was dead. Lord Jyaku had already decreed the legendary bandit leader’s katana would be broken and melted down to make farm implements. A fitting end for such a notorious weapon. Viktor’s group had fought free and escaped, though it had been costly. Volar was certain Stavros had escaped, knowing quite well how difficult it truly was to trap a wizard. The Bloodspeakers had escaped as well, though with losses. It would be days before all the isolated, wandering zombies were finally tracked down.
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The group was ready to return to Bugaisha to rest and recover. And for the samurai, several days of prayer and purification awaited them as well. But first Toshiro had a meeting to keep.
The day after the battle, as the ruins of Kuzo still burned, Toshiro rode southward to the village where this whole adventure began. Mindra and Verick accompanied him, just to make sure there wasn’t a trap waiting for him there.
Toshiro rode to the center of the village and looked around. He hoped Dmitrios had escaped, but there had been so many dead in the battle… Finally he yelled out “Dmitrios! It’s Mongo!” And then his eye caught movement, a hide clad Yabanjin coming out from hiding. Toshiro’s friend held his axe ready as he walked up to the samurai, suspiciously looking over the fine, red armor of the Crab clan samurai.
“Really, it’s me!” Toshiro said quickly “Mongo! We agreed to meet here after the battle.”
Even then it took a moment for the Yabanjin to recognize his friend, though when he did, he greeted Mongo with a hug “My friend! Why are you in this armor? Did you look it from one of those damned samurai? Well done!”
A little sheepishly, Toshiro shook his head “No, it’s hard to explain. I wasn’t being totally truthful with you. Mongo was just a made up name. I’m really Hiruma Toshiro, a samurai in the service of Lord Jyaku.”
Dmitrios’ face grew red as he listened and his hand tightened on the battleaxe. But Toshiro said quickly “I’m sorry for lying to you. But I had no choice. I had orders I had to obey from my Lord”
With that, Dmitrios’ eyes lit up and he nodded sagely “Ah, my friend. I understand now. That is why you want to see Dmitrios later. Do not worry, my friend. I will help you.”
Toshiro’s worried expression turned to surprise (while Mindra and Verick watched from under cover, trying not to give themselves away by laughing). “You will help me with what?”
“You are compelled to obey the orders of this terrible man. This Jyaku. I will free you of his vile control.” Dmitrios’ hand thumped Toshiro on the shoulder “You do not worry, I will kill him for you and then we go back to my village.”
Toshiro waved his hand quickly “No, no! That’s not it at all! I don’t –have- to obey his orders. Well, really I do, but I want to! It’s like you following one of your chieftains.”
Dmitrios nodded grimly “Ah! And you need support to stand up to this Chieftain Jyaku? Yes, that is wise. I can gather some of my village and we will stand with you when you challenge him. You kill him and then we will rule his village!”
Toshiro signed in frustration “No, I’m not going to fight him! Look, I wanted to speak to you because your people are great hunters. I’m sure you’ve enjoy a challenge. And so the south there is a place where terrible creatures exist in great numbers, you’d never run out of things to hunt.”
Toshiro kept trying to explain to Dmitrios how things would work in the Emerald Empire if he went down to hunt the Shadowlands creatures. But the cultural clash was simply too much. The wild Yabanjin simply wasn’t getting how things worked in the Empire, and everytime he redefined it to his own culture Toshiro could only see more fighting between the Yabanjin and whatever samurai they met. Finally Toshiro was sadly forced to conclude this had been a very bad idea.
Dmitrios seemed to understand his friends feelings a little though. “Look, we lose this battle. But now we return to our villages. And someday there is another battle. Before then, you go straight north of Kuzo for two days. Then east. You will find my village there. You come visit sometime and I show you the hospitality of the Yabanjin!”
After Dmitrios had left, Mindra and Verick rejoined Toshiro, restraining chuckles as the three headed back to link up with the party. The rest of the group would certainly be hearing all the details of this meeting.
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It was a three days march back to Bugaisha for the Unicorn army. Tired from battle and with so many wounded the Shugenja were not able to heal everyone up fully for another couple of days. As they approached Bugaisha it was quickly obvious something was wrong. The wooden palisade that protected the Barbarian sector was broken down and thin trails of smoke still rose for a couple of spots inside.
“I think I can help.” Mindra said quietly. Nezu watched a the monkey summoned a large wolf, then a black bear. The more targets the better, as far as the rat faced man was concerned. He’d seen that half-orc half-ogre carrying the banner and wanted no part of it.
When the Hordelanders arrived to join the battle, Nezu looked up to Toshiro, ready to call off the dangerous assault right now. Surely it was time to regroup… But Toshiro’s gaze was fixed on the center of battle and his fiancé. A fast wipe of a cloth cleaned blood from Toshiro’s katana then he nodded “Ok, let’s go.”
The group moved closer as stealthily as they could. Mindra directed his animals to sneak around to attack two of the bowmen. Verick assisted Kaz, so that heavy, noisy armor would not give the group away. And despite his many protests that he could not be stealthy if his life depended on it, once again Hiruma Toshiro blended in perfect with the light overgrowth as he moved.
Nezu readied his scimitar and waited for the command to charge. And through it all he kept telling himself “I owe Toshiro for this. I can do this. Rodrigo’s just a man and his children and just mortal. I don’t want to face them again…but I must.” The thin man had only just gathered his courage when the group charged. Bear and wolf charged archers as the samurai and Nezu ran forward to engage the others.
The half-orc guards managed to get one volley of arrows off, then it was hand to hand fighting, with their leader wading in to block the path to O-Hisa while ordering the last couple of unengaged guards to shoot anyone who got past. A chance they never got, since Mir uncharacteristically ran to the front, Naga following and acting as a bodyguard. A few words from the young Aasimar brought a thick fog of white over the battlefield. And the curses from in the mist were not simply half-orcs.
‘Why the hell did she do that!” Verick growled. “I can’t see a thing.”
But Volar could. The crude banner stood twenty feet, so he could just make out the top of the banner. And beside it the curved pole arm the monstrous guard wielded. Soaring higher, Volar took a good look over the mist before diving down into it. A powerful slash of the naginata pierced his magical protection, drawing a thick flow of blood. But Volar focused past it and grabbed for O-Hisa. For a dangerous second he almost lost her in the mist before his hands found the bound Unicorn samurai. The massive orgre-ish monster lifted his naginata for another blow but as it fell Volar and O-Hisa disappeared from view and the blade simply lopped off the top of the wooden pole O-Hisa had been bound to.
In the thick mist, Verick cut down one of the guards, then teamed up with Toshiro to kill another. Just as well, Nezu reasoned they would need someone to guard their backs so no one snuck up on them. So there he waited at the edge of the mist, keeping watch over them. Then a thundering roar came from inside the mists. And the sound of something tearing, the sickening crunch of bones breaking or shifting. Nezu heard Volar yell “I’ve got her!” the voice trailing away, a hint at how quickly the elf was flying away when he yelled it. Then towering out of the mist Nezu saw something, a figure over twenty feet tall and almost as wide, it’s skin a diseased green-black. A massive naginata was held in one hand as if it was a toy. It’s eyes burned with a black fire as it looked over the mist at some target. And all that courage Nezu had been building up melted away in seconds.
[GM Note: I’d been using a fairly generic ogre figure to make the position this creature was using. When the creature changed and emerged from the Obscuring Mist I substituted it for a figure I’d painted for the occasion, an Ogre Mage figure that was almost twice as tall as the other figures on the battle, and three times as broad. The work put into it was well worth the reaction it got.]
Nezu looked to Toshiro, who had drawn back to the edge of the mist as well, to watch. Dreading the order to attack, Nezu held his scimitar ready and prayed. Then to his amazement, Toshiro swore under his breath then yelled “Retreat!”
The rampaging creature stalked out of the mist, smashing one of his own guards as he moved. And brokew into a run, chasing Volar. A roar from the oni engulfed Volar and O-Hisa in a cloud of oily blackness and Volar faltered, nearly crashing to the ground before he righted himself. Unable to take another such attack, Volar paused in his flight to cast a spell, one more stone wall growing up from the ground, blocking the path between himself and the monster.
The rest of the party scattered as quickly as they could, knowing the creatures attention would return to them once it was sure Volar had escaped. Even Verick decided discretion was the better part of valor and used the mist to cover his retreat. As they fled Nezu was impressed by a one thing. Toshiro could really move fast in that heavy armor when he needed to.
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The group assembled back at the stone tower Volar had created while trying to trap the wizard earlier, and Mindra went to work healing O-Hisa. The others climbed to the top of the tower to watch how the battle was going. To their surprise and relief, the Hordelander charge was revealed to be disguised Unicorn cavalry under the personal banner of Lord Shinjo Jyaku. With their Bloodspeaker allies busy, the followers of Cyric and Stavros had already started to break. Attacked from front and disheartened by the loss of their banner, the center started to give way within minutes.
As the battle turned, areas of thick, tangled plants started to grow, blocking the easy escape routes of the retreating bandits and Yabanjin. And the slaughter was on. Only on the right flank did things hold together, Viktor’s fiery great sword striking down any samurai who came near as he and his followers made a orderly withdrawal.
And back in the distance, a thick plume of smoke rose in the air from the direction of Kuzo.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
That evening torches flickered over the battlefield as peasants searched for survivors, samurai guards making sure valuable items of important enemies were collected to be destroyed and no peasants tried hiding away a little something for themselves. The barbarian Inu had disappeared once the battle was finished, leaving no trace.
There was no question that Rodrigo was dead. Lord Jyaku had already decreed the legendary bandit leader’s katana would be broken and melted down to make farm implements. A fitting end for such a notorious weapon. Viktor’s group had fought free and escaped, though it had been costly. Volar was certain Stavros had escaped, knowing quite well how difficult it truly was to trap a wizard. The Bloodspeakers had escaped as well, though with losses. It would be days before all the isolated, wandering zombies were finally tracked down.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The group was ready to return to Bugaisha to rest and recover. And for the samurai, several days of prayer and purification awaited them as well. But first Toshiro had a meeting to keep.
The day after the battle, as the ruins of Kuzo still burned, Toshiro rode southward to the village where this whole adventure began. Mindra and Verick accompanied him, just to make sure there wasn’t a trap waiting for him there.
Toshiro rode to the center of the village and looked around. He hoped Dmitrios had escaped, but there had been so many dead in the battle… Finally he yelled out “Dmitrios! It’s Mongo!” And then his eye caught movement, a hide clad Yabanjin coming out from hiding. Toshiro’s friend held his axe ready as he walked up to the samurai, suspiciously looking over the fine, red armor of the Crab clan samurai.
“Really, it’s me!” Toshiro said quickly “Mongo! We agreed to meet here after the battle.”
Even then it took a moment for the Yabanjin to recognize his friend, though when he did, he greeted Mongo with a hug “My friend! Why are you in this armor? Did you look it from one of those damned samurai? Well done!”
A little sheepishly, Toshiro shook his head “No, it’s hard to explain. I wasn’t being totally truthful with you. Mongo was just a made up name. I’m really Hiruma Toshiro, a samurai in the service of Lord Jyaku.”
Dmitrios’ face grew red as he listened and his hand tightened on the battleaxe. But Toshiro said quickly “I’m sorry for lying to you. But I had no choice. I had orders I had to obey from my Lord”
With that, Dmitrios’ eyes lit up and he nodded sagely “Ah, my friend. I understand now. That is why you want to see Dmitrios later. Do not worry, my friend. I will help you.”
Toshiro’s worried expression turned to surprise (while Mindra and Verick watched from under cover, trying not to give themselves away by laughing). “You will help me with what?”
“You are compelled to obey the orders of this terrible man. This Jyaku. I will free you of his vile control.” Dmitrios’ hand thumped Toshiro on the shoulder “You do not worry, I will kill him for you and then we go back to my village.”
Toshiro waved his hand quickly “No, no! That’s not it at all! I don’t –have- to obey his orders. Well, really I do, but I want to! It’s like you following one of your chieftains.”
Dmitrios nodded grimly “Ah! And you need support to stand up to this Chieftain Jyaku? Yes, that is wise. I can gather some of my village and we will stand with you when you challenge him. You kill him and then we will rule his village!”
Toshiro signed in frustration “No, I’m not going to fight him! Look, I wanted to speak to you because your people are great hunters. I’m sure you’ve enjoy a challenge. And so the south there is a place where terrible creatures exist in great numbers, you’d never run out of things to hunt.”
Toshiro kept trying to explain to Dmitrios how things would work in the Emerald Empire if he went down to hunt the Shadowlands creatures. But the cultural clash was simply too much. The wild Yabanjin simply wasn’t getting how things worked in the Empire, and everytime he redefined it to his own culture Toshiro could only see more fighting between the Yabanjin and whatever samurai they met. Finally Toshiro was sadly forced to conclude this had been a very bad idea.
Dmitrios seemed to understand his friends feelings a little though. “Look, we lose this battle. But now we return to our villages. And someday there is another battle. Before then, you go straight north of Kuzo for two days. Then east. You will find my village there. You come visit sometime and I show you the hospitality of the Yabanjin!”
After Dmitrios had left, Mindra and Verick rejoined Toshiro, restraining chuckles as the three headed back to link up with the party. The rest of the group would certainly be hearing all the details of this meeting.
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It was a three days march back to Bugaisha for the Unicorn army. Tired from battle and with so many wounded the Shugenja were not able to heal everyone up fully for another couple of days. As they approached Bugaisha it was quickly obvious something was wrong. The wooden palisade that protected the Barbarian sector was broken down and thin trails of smoke still rose for a couple of spots inside.