Zion: Light of the New Moon, Ch 3.3 Doen
Zion - Light of the New Moon Chapter 3.3
Doen Get to Da'Cho Pah
The group will attempt to fight the brigands off at the road, and then bring the fight back to their camp. Da'Cho Pah is goin' down!
The Org attack came part way through the crags, just as Haldyn said it would. With little maneuverability on either side and no chance to turn around, they would have had us right where they wanted... assuming we hadn't been prepared. Even with the guards in position and ready for the attack we were still forced on the defensive for the first part of the battle. It felt like an hour to me, but I don't think more than a minute or two passed.
As the combat started to die down, Jasper joined Lord Rust and I, who were fighting beside Mr Flynn's wagon, helping Taggart keep it safe. Narissa was atop the carriage ahead of us, firing arrows at a section of Org spear throwers standing on nearby ridge while Jasper and Zeke were standing their ground against some club-wielding Orgs at its base. Although most of the bandits were in retreat, the battle wasn't over.
"Spears!" Jasper shouted up at Narissa, who was focused on the right side of the ridge. The tigress spun around toward the left where three of the remaining spear men had thrown javelins. With a single, smooth motion, Narissa had jumped from the carriage roof to a rocky outcropping, spun around with a foot against the stone cliff, kicked-off, and launched herself back onto the carriage.
I was so busy focused on her that I didn't see the spear hit Jasper. He maintained his balance, the majority of the blow absorbed by his leather armor, but, when he stopped to pull it free, it was obvious that he was bleeding... and it was pretty bad. Zeke came quickly to his aid, helping him fight off the last Org pressing him for combat.
"Watch what you're doing, boy!" Rust warned, straight-arm punching an Org that had planned on taking advantage of my distraction. I lifted my staff and hit the org in the stomach with butt of the pole and Rust followed up with an over-head bash to the brigand. After the fall of that attacker it looked as though Rust and I had some breathing room.
When a few of the Orgs came around to the front of Mr Flynn's wagon, the ferret finally came out, a pair of curved knives in his paws. He descended upon them, waiting until Taggart had their attention before stabbing at their kidneys, spine, back-of-the-knees... whatever was unprotected. The orgs fell quickly before the two of them, plus an added arrow or two from Narissa. I grit my teeth, however, when Mr Flynn took a club to the side of his head. He dropped his daggers immediately, falling to his rump, "Ugh... that's what I get for sticking my neck out." he grunted, rubbing his skull.
The Org stood over him, club raised high, a grin of sadistic victory on his face. The ferret casually reached up at the exposed Org's abdomen and thrust his paw straight in. Dillan stood up, even as the surprised Org took a shaky step back; that was when I saw the bladed cestus attached to the ferret's paw. Mr Flynn's paw was latched around a piece of viscera and, for a moment both the ferret and the Org stared at it. With a quick flip of his paw, and a howl of pain from the Org, the merchant had the extended piece of intestine pulled free.
"Here." he noted, and he threw it back to the brigand. The Org dropped his club and grabbed wildly for the loose hunk of flesh. By then, Dillan had his daggers back and, with a leap, had dug a foot into the opening of the Org's stomach cavity and used that to run straight up the creature and slashed his throat open with one of the blades. The Org dropped the piece of viscera and grabbed uselessly at his open neck, squirming on the ground as he splashed around in a growing pool of his own blood. It was too much to look at, but turning away I could still hear the wet burbling of the Org trying to draw breath.
"ZACH!" Rust growled, pulling my attention away from the dying brigand. My newest distraction wasn't much better: Rust had come to the defense of some of the caravan guards, and was being overpowered by three Orgs. I ran to his aid, but not before one of the Orgs, a wisp-of-a-creature that looked almost skeletal, had struck him in the ribs with a spear. The hit was solid, far more powerful than it seemed possible from such a frail-looking Org. I heard the impact, and it made me shudder.
I ran to help, but one of the other Orgs intercepted me. While Rust was forced to face the other two Orgs alone, I stood my ground, trying to figure out how to get past the wall of muscle in front of me. The Org was intent on me, his blunt face was dripping with acrid sweat and his mouth was oozing a constant stream of saliva. He licked his lips when he saw me, brandishing a broad, curved blade in front of him. I remember his hand... large and swollen, its joints enlarged as if he were suffering from arthritis.
I thought at the time that his nails seemed impossibly twisted, and wondered how he was even able to grip his blade, but the thought was pounded right out of me when I failed to pay attention to his other hand, and a set of bony knuckles caught me on the side of my face, leaving me seeing stars. My face was bleeding, I realized, because where his knuckles should have been there were bone spurs emerging from his flesh. I raised a paw to feel the injury, and the Org lifted a sandaled foot and it collided with my face. I was on my back, world spinning, and, suddenly, the end of a blade filled my vision.
Out of pure reflex I lifted my staff up. It wasn't a good block, but it caught the hand guard on the Org's sword. My arms weren't fully flexed, and the tip of the blade was brushing my robe. The Org had the advantage, able to force his weight down and I couldn't lock my elbows. I will never forget the feeling of helplessness as my staff was slowly pushed closer and closer to my body. I remember screaming out as the blade cut through my robe and, despite how hard I struggled, I could feel every last hair's-width of the weapon slide its way into my stomach.
I wondered at the time how long the pain would last until it went numb. I howled in agony as I felt my arms weaken and the Org pressed the sword deeper... and deeper... until the pressure stopped. Looking up through tear-filled eyes, I was surprised when the blade was pulled free from me and a brown paw filled my vision, "Come on... let me help you." it was Taggart.
"Oh Goddess..." I gasped, accepting the paw. Once I was up, I felt a nausea flow through me, and I barely kept from doubling over. I covered my wound with a paw, and tried hard to avoid vomiting; I couldn't stand up straight without the pain increasing.
"Come on!" I heard Haldyn roar from one side, "They're in retreat!"
Rust, a few feet from me, spoke up, "Zachary... you stay here and have a healer tend to that... we're following the Orgs and putting an end to this."
"No..." I wheezed, "I'm coming with."
"Right now you'll be more of a liability than a help." the echidna challenged.
"And right now, you're wasting time." I responded. I think he smiled, but he didn't object any further.
Taggart followed quickly, supporting me with one arm while holding the sword he was gifted in the other. I remember noticing that it had blood on it... which makes sense, I suppose, seeing as we had been in battle. For some reason though, at the time it seemed out of place. Narissa joined us on our way, moving to assist me as well.
"The fool wants to come along." Lord Rust noted to her.
"It's not a bad idea." she countered, catching the echidna by surprise, but she also elaborated, "He's a rallying point, Rust. He'll inspire."
"Haven't ever considered a bleeding rabbit inspiration before." the echidna noted with a smirk, but he said nothing more as we went quickly after the front-runners. Haldyn was shouting orders to the guards, quickly organizing the fighting force. He broke two lines of Orgs that had stopped to cover the retreat as if they weren't even there. Once we were next to him he quickly grouped up with us.
"Taggart!" Dillan shouted, running to catch up with us, "I need you back at the wagon!"
The dog glanced over his shoulder, "Priest Zachary needs help."
"I'M in need of help." the ferret stamped his foot impatiently, "And I'M the one paying you."
"We need to stop these brigands." Taggart pointed out.
"THEY will stop the brigands... YOU need to come with me." the ferret scowled. His expression deepened when Jasper and Zeke pushed by him to join us, "You're all insane." he rasped, "We've cleared the way... we should just go."
"They need help, Mr Flynn." Taggart stated.
"They have GUARDS, Taggart... that's what GUARDS are for." he put his paws on his hips, "I don't want to say it again. We're heading back to the wagon... now."
"Then I will have to gracefully resign my commission." the dog noted with practiced grace.
"You're quitting?!?!" the ferret ranted, "You can't just--" but the argument was put on hold, "ohshit."
Everyone followed Dillan's gaze to an enormous globe of liquid flame as it arced through the air, and descended right into our midst. Even a dozen yards away the heat was tangible, and I knew that there was nothing I could do to stop it... but I still planned on trying. Shouting out a call to Tah'aveen, I shrugged off Taggart and Narissa. I gripped my staff in both paws and pleaded with the Goddess for protection.
My entire vision was filled with an inferno. All around me the ground exploded, bursting into flame, and then blackened in an instant. Sections of sand turned to ash while closest to the impact site an enormous shelf of glass glistened hotly... yet I was left unharmed. Narissa, right next to me, looked singed, but the grace of Tah'aveen protected her from the worst of it. Taggart, who had run to protect Dillan (despite having given notice), was face-down on the ground, the entire back of his clothing burned away, smoke rising from him as he coughed out steam-- the breath inside him sizzled as it came out.
The ferret, who had been pushed to the very edge of the explosion, had singed whiskers and some nasty burn marks, but appeared otherwise unharmed, "Well, I'm sorry to hear of your resignation..." Mr Flynn announced, barely able to mask his fear with the casual business banter, "But I suppose we all have our priorities." and, with barely an after-thought, he fled. It wasn't a casual departure, or an interest in returning to deal with the wagon... he ran.
I can't blame him, I suppose, considering the sheer power of that blast. I looked around, coughing through the smoke, paw on my stomach again as I felt more blood leak out. Haldyn stood amidst the fireball, a ring on his paw glowing faintly. He was a magnificent sight: golden fur practically gleaming from beneath his leather armor. The plate shoulder-guard on his sword arm and the complete pauldron on his left arm glimmered faintly as he immediately returned to calling the guards together; he seemed entirely unphased by the event and was intent rallying the stunned troops.
To the side Rust groaned. Tah'aveen's divine protection had left him as unharmed by the fire as I was, but it was pretty apparent that he was suffering from his spear wound. As the echidna rose up from his crouched position I saw that he also had Zeke with him; the fox was likewise unharmed. Jasper, who had taken cover behind Rust, had used the divine protection as a lee against the flames; though the left side of his body was missing fur, he still looked to be in fair condition.
"Oh Goddess..." Narissa whispered beside me. I could feel her shaking through her paw that gripped my shoulder.
"They said he was a powerful shaman." I pointed out.
"How are we going to defeat him?" she asked.
"Tah'aveen is stronger." I offered an encouraging smile. I remember wishing that I could have seen my own expression, because, at that moment, looking around at the destruction wrought by the magic, I could have used some encouragement. It must have worked, because she smiled back, but only for a moment.
"That looks bad." she said, gazing to my wounds. All around us I could hear the sounds of our caravan guards engaged in combat.
"It's fine." I argued, hoping that I was right.
"Hold on..." she said, pulling a small phial out of her belt pouch, "This is Hefflys... it's a numbing agent." She wasn't a healer, but I didn't bother asking her why she had some with her-- I already knew. She dumped several pinches onto her fingers and, once I removed my paw from the wound, she slid hers over it. I felt the cooling touch of the Hefflys immediately and, for a second, it made me feel giddy... light-headed... impervious... but I was drawn back to reality as she removed her paw; I was still bleeding-- I just couldn't feel it.
"Zeke!" Jasper called, "Come back!" Narissa and I turned in time to see the fox disappearing around a collection of boulders, "Damn it." the rat cursed. He looked back at the collection of Orgs bearing down on the group and sighed, "Well... if some of ours are starting to flee..." and he lowered his head, whispering to himself.
It was a prayer, a Sickle Moon prayer. At the culmination of his chant, Jasper turned to regard the rapidly approaching Orgs, "Cower." he said, his voice enhanced into a booming rasp, "You have brought the wrath of Tah'aveen upon you, filthy Orgs. If you believe your life was pain before then you are now about to enter an entirely new dimension of agony." The display was enough to cause even some of the faithful to pause... but the effect on the Orgs was dynamic; they began to flee in droves.
Closer to me, Rust's deep voice raised in prayer to Tah'aveen, and I could tell he was calling on the healing power of the Full Moon. My wound was far too serious to be healed in a simple prayer, but the divine energy that flowed from him was amazing: Jasper's injuries disappeared, as did Narissa's. Haldyn, closer to the front, regrew the singed portion of his mane in two seconds, and even Taggart was able to pull himself up off of the ground. Finally, Rust was more at ease as the spear wound in his side all but closed.
"YOU!" a booming voice was heard above the clash of battle, and an enormous, eight foot tall Org came storming his way down an incline. The Org's entire body was rippling with muscles, visible beneath tightly stretched skin that looked far too small to accommodate his bulk; it was even torn in places, revealing seeping wounds beneath. In one twisted, claw-like hand he carried a short sword, looking like a dagger in his grasp. His other hand, a small, spindly, skeletal-looking thing, still had little whisps of flame licking at the fingers.
The Org's attention was focused entirely on Rust, who was still glowing faintly with the favor of Tah'aveen, "You lead this group!" he accused. Although his use of the imperial tongue was imperfect, it was decent enough that he could be understood. The fury with which he pointed his smoldering digit at Rust was enough for me to not bother correcting him.
"You must be Pah." Rust countered, resting a paw on his hip, pointing at the foreboding Org with his hammer-hand.
"I am Da'Cho Pah!" the Org responded, "and you will DIE!" no sooner was it said than the smoke on the Org's fingers were banished by the force of an incredible, arctic blast. A cutting, biting wind struck Rust head-on and, before the echidna could raise any kind of defense, dozens upon dozens of small, razor-sharp ice shards were launched at him through the icy blast. I winced as I watched layer upon layer of flesh get stripped from him... but I couldn't stay focused for long, as other problems were called to my attention.
"Excuse me." Narissa stepped in front of me, calling my attention to a more imminent problem: we had two Orgs rushing us. As she moved around me, the tigress made several gestures with her free paw, and raised her empty bow. Sliding her glowing fingers up into a firing position, she knocked a suddenly present arrow made of pure lightning, and let it loose. The front-running Org was struck in the chest. His entire body convulsed, and he fell flat onto his back; the impact caused his boiled eyeballs to pop.
I took a step back as the other Org bore down on her. He had a dull-looking, aged cleaver, but swung it as if it were a lord's battle-axe. Without missing a beat, Narissa ducked, putting her bow up with both paws to defend the swinging hack. She blocked the cleaver at the base of the blade where it connected with the handle, and delivered a quick kick to the Org's thigh, forcing him back. Jasper quickly closed on the bandit, latching onto his ankle with his tail, and he pulled, yanking the already off-balanced Org off his feet. He delivered a quick double-stab to the fallen humanoid's chest.
Beyond Narissa, Haldyn was leading a group of caravan guards. The ease with which he flowed through the battlefield was mesmerizing. He spun to the right to avoid a sword stab, reaching to his left as another Org came at him with a dagger and, with his gauntleted paw, grabbed hold of that Org's arm. Haldyn pulled him into the sword that had been meant for the lion. Spinning around, the Lordling decapitated the first Org that had killed the second, and then pulled the dagger out of the loose grasp of the impaled Org, and threw it into the face of a third that had been charging him. In the scope of ten seconds, the lion had dispatched three foes.
Directly in front of me, another Org backhanded Narissa into Jasper and came straight at me. I backpedaled and the Org swiped his spiked club at me. Thank the Goddess, he over balanced and, when his foot hit a rock, he stumbled right at me. I brought my Divine Shield up as he came down and when his head connected with the butt of the staff a shower of silver sparks sent him flying backward, a charred hole in his face. I watched as the org's fellow, who had jumped on the off-balanced Jasper was forced back. Jasper had taken a blow on his shoulder guard, which hung, shattered. His arm was weeping blood, but his tail had enough power to bury a knife in the surprised Org's neck.
Rasping and panting, Jasper knelt down next to the Org who was desperately trying to draw breath around the blade. The rat gently rested a paw on either side of the struggling humanoid's head, thumbs forcing the Org's eyelids closed. Jasper murmured and spoke, sending a prayer to Tah'aveen... and then dug his thumb-claws into the Org's eye sockets. Tendrils of muted gray energy shot up Jasper's arms, and I shivered as I watched the Org's body shrivel before my eyes even as Jasper's wounds healed.
Off to my right, I saw Taggart doing battle with another Org. The creature was barely four foot tall, though its torso was sized for a normal humanoid, its tiny, seemingly too-small legs somehow having no trouble keeping up with the movements as they exchanged blows, neither gaining the advantage. Beyond them, Rust and Da'Cho Pa collided. The echidna swung his hammer powerfully but the imposing Org reached up and casually grabbed it out of midair with his skeletal hand. He laughed as Rust tried without luck to pull free, the Da'Cho raised his short sword, ready to stab.
Rust pulled his arm to the side and spun around, presenting a wall of quills to meet the attack, but what happened next caught everyone by surprise. With a wicked grin, the Org stabbed forward, but his arm never moved. The short sword extended outward, the blade held on a long metal pole, turning into a spear before everyone's eyes. Rust was forced to his knees as the glaive cut into his flesh, and he coughed up blood. "Will you die now?" Pah chided, laughing.
"Nobody's dying." I challenged... and immediately berated myself for calling his attention. Unable to take it back, I had no choice but to follow up with my promise, "Tah'aveen protects us, and you cannot stand against her." No sooner was it said than I channeled her power through me. The love of the Full Moon used me as its conduit, and a healing wave flowed across the party. Injuries were washed away and our warriors were left with the glowing embrace of Tah'aveen's protection, "You can't win, Org."
"Your Goddess no have power here." Pah growled, releasing Rust's hammer-hand as he turned to me, "Two priests? I kill you both."
"The Goddess gives gifts to us all." Rust growled from his place on the ground, "and she can take them away." the echidna stood up, "You are not worthy of her gifts, Org... and you will lose them." Rust thrust his hands out to the Org's face, black tendrils lashing out in an attempt to steal his senses from him and render him deaf, dumb, and blind. I felt a chill run up my spine at Da'Cho Pah's laugh as the tendrils recoiled.
"DIE, MONSTER!" Narissa roared, one of her paws covered with flame. She swung her paw overhead as if trying to throw a dagger and the fire lashed out like a whip.
Da'Cho Pah's laugh only grew, "Fire? That is MY magic!" and, with a single wave of his skeletal hand, the fire's lash suddenly changed direction, and the tigress' eyes went wide when she saw her spell target Rust instead.
"No." Rust stated flatly, and his simple prayer took effect: the fire disappeared before it hit him.
Without waiting for the Org to recover, Narissa followed up her spell with an attack. She charged at him, blade in paw. Da'Cho Pah knocked the weapon aside, delivered a quick elbow to her forehead, and grabbed her by the arm. With as much difficulty as someone would have throwing a pillow, the enormous Org picked her up off the ground and tossed her into a stone cliff face. Narissa collided with it and bounced off, landing on the ground with a groan; a red splotch was left on the stone where she had impacted.
"I finish with you..." Da'Cho Pah announced, looking back to Rust. He stabbed down into the echidna's shoulder, the pole arm's blade emerging from his ribs and burying itself a foot into the ground, "...and then..." he turned to face me, "I kill you." his eyes bore into me with as much ferocity as the spear had impaled Rust.
"No!" I challenged, though my word did not carry the weight of the Goddess in the way Lord Rust's had. Taggart was right beside me and we charged the Org together... it was a fruitless endeavor, however, as he dismissed us both with a swipe of his arm; a powerful blast of wind blew us onto our backs and knocked us back several feet.
"Now I kill you." the Org noted, looking back to Rust... but Jasper stood between him and the echidna.
"How about not?" the rat inquired, and stabbed at Da'Cho Pa with both blades. The Org grabbed Jasper by both wrists and squeezed. The rat cried out, dropping both of his weapons and was hoisted up into the air. I stood, watching in surprise and alarm as the Org's weapon's blade somehow materialized suddenly on the butt of his pole-arm, sticking up onto the air. Without a second thought, Da'Cho Pah dropped Jasper right onto it. spinning at the last moment, the rat avoided getting impaled, though his armor was damaged further as a long gash tore into his side.
"So you're the Org that stole the Hundred-fold Blade." Haldyn noted calmly. As Da'Cho Pah turned around, I saw the lion standing almost adjacent to him.
"It is mine." the Org stated, pulling the weapon out of the earth, and Rust at the same time. The echidna groaned, slumping to the ground
"Only if you can keep it." Haldyn argued, and he attacked. The Org stepped back, knocking the strike to the side, and countered, bringing the bladed end of the glaive down on Haldyn's head, but the lion quickly blocked it with his pauldron and spun around, stabbing at Pah's midsection. The Org knocked the attack aside and took another step back... right next to Rust.
"Try fighting with one leg!" the echidna roared, and swung his hammer-hand around. He was not at a good angle to give the attack his all, but it connected solidly with the side of the Org's knee, causing Da'Cho Pah to howl out in pain. His gaze turned to Lord Rust once again.
"Die, bug." he said, and I watched in slow motion as the spear was raised, and brought down. Rust's eyes went wide as the weapon pierced him. I heard the sickening sound of the blade bouncing off of bone within the echidna's body before emerging from the other side, pinning him to the ground. Lord Rust's eye-lids, pulled wide, fluttered slowly before closing.
"NOOOO!" it was a primal scream... and it came from me. I don't know what I thought I could accomplish... I don't even know that I had any idea what I was doing... all I knew was that the Org executed Brother Bronderson... and I couldn't sit and do nothing. I might as well have, for all the good my charge did. The Org batted the staff aside without a thought and grabbed hold of my head in his skeletal hand.
He lifted me off the ground, chuckling, "I kill you later... First, I make you wish to die." and, as if he wasn't going to give me another thought, he dropped me. I escaped with less injury than Narissa. Having risen to her feet, she charged him again, but he caused the ground in front of her to explode and she was sent sailing back into the same stone wall she had previously hit.
Taggart jumped up to attack while the Org was distracted, but it was all for not; Da'Cho Pah knocked the sword's attack to the side and, spinning his spear around, stabbed at Taggart. Fortunately, the dog had already jumped back out of reach. While Pah was focused on Taggart, Haldyn slid in close and low, drawing his blade across the back of the Org's leg that had already been struck by Rust. Da'Cho Pah fell to one knee, howling out in pain.
"I'm not done with you." Jasper announced, holding his bleeding side with one paw, a dagger in the other. Leaping at the Org, Jasper brought the blade down in an overhand-stab.
"You again?" the Da'Cho questioned, grabbing at him. Having learned from his previous mistake, Japser was ready, and quickly lashed out with his tail, encircling the Org's wrist and using the grasp to change his direction in mid-air, sending him flying past instead of into Pah's waiting arms.
"Not that smart." Da'Cho Pah chided, and flame licked at his skeletal hand. The moment Jasper landed on the ground, a huge blast of fire shot up from beneath him.
"Tah'aveen! HELP US!" I cried out, watching as all of my friends pressed to their limits; I remember wondering if she'd do nothing while he killed us. I got to my feet, turning to face him... if she wouldn't do anything, I'd have to.
Da'Cho Pa looked at me and grinned, "She not help out here... sit down." and he launched a ball of wind at me. I'm not exactly sure what happened, but I swung my staff, and the ground erupted in a blast from where the spell had been redirected. He paused at that, "Huh?" Taggart took the opportunity to use the Rakken Sword, swiping at the Org's good leg, separating meat from bone as he hamstrung the Da'Cho.
Before Pah could recover, Haldyn moved in quickly, swiping with all his strength. His sword connected with the surprised Org's forearm, cleaving it cleanly off. The Org's spear returned to its previous short sword shape when it hit the ground, but I wasn't interested in the blade... my eyes were locked on his. His eyes opened wide and I saw my own reflection: wild and frenzied as I pulled my staff back to strike. After it descended, they would remain open forever.
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The Doenian Group has completed Chapter 3.
The battle with the Orgs was horrific, especially as it related to their leader, but it looks like the party pulled through!
Lord Rust has sustained 3 Lethal Wounds and will require the aid of non-contributing readers to keep him alive. One contributing reader will need to elect to save him and, if so, a Luck point will be deducted from the Doenian party.
If he is saved, Brother Zachary will attempt to use a Full Moon prayer to stabalize him at 2 Lethal.
Jasper has 1 Lethal and 5 Severe wounds. He may spend a Willpower point to reduce it to 1 Lethal and 4 Severe. If Lord Rust is not saved, Zachary will be focused on healing Jasper.
Zeke has 2 Severe and 2 Minor wounds, though the Minor wounds disappear since this is the end of the Event Arc. He may spend a Willpower point to reduce his wounds to a single Severe Wound.
Narissa is left with 1 Lethal wound-- since Zachary is the only one capable of healing it, and he is focused elsewhere, it will go unhealed.
Dillan has 2 Severe and 2 Minor wounds, though the Minor wounds disappear since this is the end of the Event Arc. He may spend a Willpower point to reduce his wounds to a single Severe Wound.
Zachary has a Lethal wound but is unable to treat it as he is focused either on Lord Rust or Jasper.
All characters also lose 1 Major Fatigue and all Minor Fatigue. No characters will be left with any Fatigue, except for Zachary, who will gain one to reduce someone's Lethal wound. He may spend a willpower to remove it if he wishes.
Also, contributing readers may now vote as to who may wield the Hundred-Fold Blade: (+2 offense, capable of changing forms into different bladed weapons). The character with the most votes will gain the weapon. Votes must be made by midnight (PST), Thursday, July 28th
Please watch for upcoming contribution opportunities as Chapter 4 will soon begin. Congratulations to the Doen party for surviving Chapter 3!