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[monasteryofsaintatraft]

Name: Gouvle.

Species: Human

Gender and Pronouns: cis men (he/him)

Color Identity: White

Height: 4´10´

Age: More than 70 seasons.

Plane of Residence: Innistrad, Province of Stenssia, Breathhold

Plane of Origin: Innistrad

Affiliations: Order of Saint Traft, and other offshot of the Church of Avancyn

Titles/Ranks/Position: Monk of Breathold, Geistmage, Uncle Go, the wandering monk of Somberwald

Allied Organizations: The Legion of Dusk.

Companions/Associates: Krusher ( Fellow Cathar she/her), Kresick (Brother in the Church he/him), Bodyguard (guardian geist they/he), Master (Cleric Geist he/him)

Likes: Nature, Books, children's, performing/assisting marriages, giving guidance, Geists, give advice

Dislikes: Mimics/changelings, unnecessary violence, amoral science, abuse of spirits.

Signature Spells/Abilitis/Skills: Geist invocations, Seeing all form of spirits, Healing magic, Shield magic, Blinding Light

Bio: Once an exiled monk from the Church of Avancyn, due to his communion with Geist and radical beliefs about their roles in the world. He joined the Order of Saint Traft after it was formed, offering guidance about the types of Geist and how to treat them. The flows of chances had drove him to get involved in the multiplanar chaos of the multiverse

[voldarens-bane]

[From the digital travel log of Cecurro Ayere]

I can hear her again.

[monasteryofsaintatraft]

Hello? Are you well?

[monasteryofsaintatraft]

A sturdy-looking metal container arrives at Gouvle's doorstep. It's emblazoned with Broker insignia and held with a simple latch.

Inside is a note as well as some Capennan nonperishables. "To Dad (still not used to that)," it reads. "Miss you a lot. Hope to see you again soon. The food should last a while as long as you aren't throwing any parties. With love, Gesserith."

How much have changed Breathold?

It`s been months since the first Harvestide with interplanar visitors. The Omenpath at the center of the city, have become quite busy. More daring merchants from Kamigawa have taken the chance of selling cheap trinkets and exotic food to the locals, the bad memories of the enforcers from Clan Hayashi gone with the wind.

Look up, to the highest Catherdral, and you will witness an living Herons statue, the kami Tsurutsuki, alongside an wide halo of silvermoon. Be not afraid, as long as the townfolks don`t fear you, she will not impale you with the lances.

Look around the shadows of the streets, under the broken`s oil lamps, or the cementery, and you will witness the shadowy skeletons of Karahaka, kami of the Empty Garves. Whether be watching over the life of the townfolks or joining with the daily life of the geists.

As, for the lonely shack, resting above an hill, outside the town`s walls? An elderly monk, inspect the mental container, as he read the letter. An smile, hidden under his beard.

[azzie-beastbinder]

Rustle

Cunning crept through the dense – far too dense – undergrowth of the Ulvenwald. A thick mist obscured the air between the aspen, birch, and maple trees. Not animals made any noise. No dryads nor werewolves nor spirits of any sort attacked. Everything was unnaturally silent.

After searching the entirety of the continent of Ixalan and coming up empty, Innistrad was the next best choice for tracking down where Azzie had disappeared to and where the distressed messages from their communicator were coming from.

They had noticed several signs that they were on the right track from the moment their prosthetic feet crossed the threshold. Their Dokuchi Reckoner tattoos had instantly dulled as though they had been away from the rest of the gang for a week. Their connection to the telepathy network of the gang had been blocked. Their spark was suppressed. Even their magic wavered for a moment, as did the magic of their various weapons and tools. They considered it a very good thing that they did not need their magic.

But this was not the work of the Ulvenwald itself. Cunning was used to forests that moved on their own and imposed their will upon visitors. But in the silence, the Ulvenwald was trying to convey that this was not normal even by its own standards.

They kept creeping forward, ever-deeper into the forest.

Their head hurt. How long had they been here? At least they weren’t alone.

Cunning tightened the bandana over the lower half of their face. They had smelled something strange and didn’t want to take their chances with what it could be. The magic kicked in and filtered the air immediately around Cunning so that they could breathe easily.

They finally found a clearing. Instead of entering it, they ducked low to the ground to peer underneath the brush in front of them. Their horns would get caught in the foliage if they tried to move forward. They laid low and squinted to look forward past the dirt and roots. Everything in the clearing was stagnant. Moss grew over stone, fallen trees, and...were those people?

It was hard to tell beneath the moss, vines, and wooden roots that had overtaken the clearing, but there were figures of varying heights and potentially species standing perfectly still. Frozen in place but not encased in ice, petrified but not turned to stone.

Cunning’s gaze swept across the clearing, trying to see if they recognized anyone or if they could see Azzie from here. The people were posed like Innistradi statues with outstretched hands and downturned faces, supplicants seeking angelic aid that would not come. Each was turned either towards the far end of the clearing or mirroring each other. Despite their state, Cunning did not smell death and decay. It was as though someone had just pushed a pause button on one of Yuriko’s movies.

They slowly moved back so that their horns didn’t hit the greenery they were hiding under. Briefly, they wondered if they should have asked Yuriko to borrow her Thousand Faces Mask. They dismissed that thought immediately; she needed it for on-plane operations. They kept low to the ground, prowling like an animal rather than walking like a person, and clung to the shadows rather than the shrubbery while they worked their way around the clearing to reach the far end. Since most of the frozen people were pointed in that particular direction, it made sense to Cunning that whoever was responsible would be there.

Everything ached. Something familiar was nearby. They couldn’t tell what.

At first, Cunning couldn’t tell if there was a person sitting on the stump-carved chair or not. There were certainly plants growing in a humanoid shape, but Cunning couldn’t tell if there was flesh and blood beneath it. They remembered part of the message that an unknown person had sent using Azzie’s blog – strange man made of plants – and what Azzie themself had said about strange magic from one plane now being on another. This, Cunning determined, was probably the person responsible for this strange clearing and the weird non-activity in the Ulvenwald, regardless of if they were just plants or if there was more than that.

Their gaze drifted around the throne until it landed on two rats that were set up on the throne’s back like the komainu outside of Jinja Dokuchi. They recognized Azzie. And the other rat looked a lot like Azzie. A parent? A sibling? Some other family member? They needed to get both rats out of there, everyone else be damned.

This was dangerous. This plant person clearly had more pull over the Ulvenwald than Cunning did. Cunning had no access to their Dokuchi-derived magic, they couldn’t call for backup easily, and it was dangerous to try to sneak away at the moment because there was no way the plant person didn’t know they were there.

As if to confirm just that, the plant person’s head turned in Cunning’s direction.

Cunning was trained to act quickly on their feet. With a flick of their wrist, smoke filled the clearing, choking out the already-limited light and cutting down on visibility. They vaulted over the brush and made it to the throne as the plant person stood up. They felt the grass beneath their boots stir and try to reach for them, so they choked it out with more smoke. Their hands wrapped gently around Azzie and the other rat. To their relief, both were easily removed from the strange throne without harm.

Cunning pulled the two to their chest and kept moving. The smoke was growing thicker. Flames began to lick from their boots. Plants writhed away from the smoke and the flames. The plant person fell back, alarmed by what they were doing. They vaulted back over the brush and through the forest, leaving chaos behind them.

Everyone else be damned, they were getting Azzie out.

Azzie let out a soft sigh as they were gently placed in the small Thunder Junction stream again. It had been a long several hours of Cunning searching for a water source and then carefully submerging and scrubbing both them and Dhana to remove the paralyzing moss safely. At least, Azzie would describe it as paralyzing. How else would they describe it?

They found their voice. “We should warn people.”

“Already told Tony to get information to Vasro, let them handle that,” Cunning replied, gently scrubbing Azzie’s back to dislodge the last bit of moss from their armor. “How are you feeling?”

“Like my brain is made of sludge.” They looked over at their sister, who was handling the scrubbing of her own clothing to dislodge the last of the plant matter. They opted to use the telepathy network instead of speaking aloud. I shouldn’t have gone alone, but I needed to help Dhana. After Remington gave me the warning...

We’ll make sure this is handled. With fire, if need be, Cunning promised, responding in kind. Dokuchi to Dokuchi, let us handle it.

Azzie swallowed. Is Boss Hayashi...?

He’s been worried about you. And getting prepared to head out on a ship, I believe. I’ll be taking both of you directly to him once you’re scrubbed down.

They let out a sigh of relief. Thank you, Cunning.

They just hoped they could feel safe far, far away from the Ulvenwald.

[obscura-omenseeker]

Lost in Thought

The one who knows too much is lost. He doesn’t remember getting lost. He does not know where he is. That is one of the few things he really should know right now. He was walking home. Now he’s here. In this alleyway. He does not see the end of it, even though he should. He does not know where here is. He wishes he could remember how he got here. He is walking with a tense anxiety that tells him he should really be running, especially now. Why isn’t he? And why can’t he remember that? He needs to remember. There is a woman.

They are speeding up. Walking quicker. Only adrenaline lets him leap over a pile of bricks without knowing one hint about why he needs to. The alleyway is tightening. Colors are fading to tones of brown and grey. He is still jogging. Not sprinting yet. Not until he knows. He thinks to himself. He should know why he’s here. Knowing is half the battle. What battle? He needs to remember.

There is a woman, finger held to Her lips.

He is sprinting through twisting bends, metal structures grasping the backs of unknown buildings as though trees swallowing signposts, obscuring the way out of the maze of pillars and paths. There is something they need to remember. He can’t. He hears nothing. Why does he hear nothing? He needs to remember.

There is a woman. Skin colored with the mixture of a flower and an almost healed bruise, finger to lips in secrecy.

The cephalid is searching. Abandoned streets are rare in the city. Where could this one be? It’s too dark here, yet still too bright. No contrast. No information. He has to find a way back to the starkly split lights and shadows. He can’t. He tries to remember. Why?

There is a woman, Veil covering Her eyes, skin a sickly lavender, singular finger beckoning nothing but Utter Silence.

He is hiding against a corner. The dumpster against his back is cold as ice and the wall to his left is rough without any features of note. How did he get here? Where does he need to run to not be trapped? They try to remember. He can’t.

There is a woman. She is telling him to be quiet. She is forcing him to be quiet. A Veil covers Her eyes. Her skin is the tinge of a lost memory. She knows this. She holds a finger to Her lips, trapping a promise no one gave.

The victim is scrambling through the alley. His shoes catch on the exposed metal and loose concrete, ground long ruined with disuse. He needs to remember. How did he get here? He is slowing. He can’t run anymore. He just needs to remember. How? There is a woman. Her eyes are as empty as the slot this impression filled in his mind. A Veil covers them. Looking past it was a failure of will. Her skin makes sense now. There is no flesh to show life. She holds Her fingers to Her lips in the semi-universal sign for silence. Her lips likely open to nothing, the same void Her eyes lead to. 

He stops. Darkness expands. He stops. … …. …..

……

Vasro.

…

Yes. That’s right. Vasro. Vasro sits up. He still can’t remember. Why can’t they remember? He should be able to. He reaches into his mind, pushing with greater force than he could have used while rushing…. Deeper… into wherever he is. All he sees is an unfamiliar face he knows very well. He stops. He doesn’t want to see that face anymore. He can’t. He can’t. He can’t stop seeing it. He looks with his real eyes to try to drown it out. It helps, but not enough. A lattice of dark strings stretch out from him. A familiar horror is much more comforting. They fill the alleyway. It no longer reaches on forever. He sees darkness in his patron, and sees light at the end of the tunnel. He sits, and it doesn’t work. Until he remembers, until he remembers how he got here, until he remembers how to get back, until Her face is OUT OF HIS MIND, he can’t think for more than a few seconds. Who can help? He needs help. If he doesn’t get it, He’ll be stuck here. He’s not going to risk moving if it means getting lost again. And He can’t move, He can’t eat. Swift. Swift might be able to get this. He reaches out to his uncle in every way he knows right now. “I don’t know where I am other than that I’m on Capenna. I need help. Please help me.” (Thank you to @jasper-graphics for the dividers!)

[gesserith-the-broker]

Spaghetti Night

Divider (singular) by @jasper-graphics

Gesserith, age 16.

The clanking of plates against the table meant only one thing: dinner. A bowl of spaghetti was set in the center of the table. A plate of garlic bread passed through Gesserith’s hands to his mother, which passed to his father. “So Dad,” Gesserith started, grabbing a few meatballs, “long day? You seem a little rough.”

“Boy, was it ever. Lots of repos today. Lots of idiots not understanding rates when they sign. Be better than them, Gesserith. Read what you sign for.” Eric poked at the garlic bread. “A little burnt.”

“It happens sometimes,” Serana replied. “You know how the oven acts up.”

Eric grunted. “Of course. So, Gess, you had that test recently, right? You get a grade back?”

Gesserith spun his pasta on his fork. “Yeah…”

“And so you got…?” Eric turned to face him. Gesserith just took another bite, barely glancing back. “Answer me, Gesserith. What did you get?”

He swallowed hard. “C plus.”

Eric put his fork down. “A C plus? With all that studying? Surely you must’ve just missed something? Another page?”

“No, I did it all. History just isn’t my strong suit. I tried my best.”

Eric’s face hardened. “Your best? Then why wasn’t there an A on your paper? Why did you get a C+? Hmm?”

Gesserith stabbed his plate. “I told you. I’m not good at history. I got an A on my math exam last week. My writing class’s group project is coming along. I am doing FINE.”

Eric tapped the table with the end of his fork. “Well clearly, you’re not. You should be doing better than that.” He took another crunchy bite of the garlic bread. “When I was your age-”

“-you had all As and your teachers loved you and you were top of the class and everyone fell to their knees when you walked by, I know.”

Eric stared at him. “Watch your tone, Gesserith.”

“Gesserith, that was rude, apologize.” Serana finally piped in.

“Sorry,” he whimpered.

“What did you say?” Eric taunted.

“I said sorry. Listen closer next time.”

“Boy-”

Serana cut them off. “That’s enough, you two. Now eat.” They both simmered down and all that followed for a few minutes was the clattering of silverware. “So. Gesserith. What about that band you went to go see, the… what was the name… The Violet Vanishers? That sounded fun!”

Gess smiled. “Yeah, it was a good time. We all got some soda and sat down and just enjoyed the music. Gwin even got called onstage to sing one of their hits. You should’ve seen the look on his face.” He snickered. “Oh, I wish I got a video of it.”

“So THAT’S why you got a C+! You were out with your friends again, that’s right. I knew they were dragging you down. See, I always told you, you have to look out for yourself-“

“I wasn’t their fault,” he interrupted. “It’s like I said. I’m just not good at history.”

“Bullshit.” Eric hit the table with a fist. “You’re grounded until your history grade improves. And if I hear you talking about any of your friends, let alone that little Irina you always hang around with-”

“She is just a friend, dammit! Why won’t you understand that?! I’ve known her for years and she is JUST A FRIEND!”

“DON’T YOU LIE TO ME!” Eric was shouting now.

Gesserith accelerated with him. “Have I been lying to you about her for the past ten years? Have my grades really changed that much? No, you just have your head so far up your own ass that you refuse to see it!”

“Eric, Gesserith, both of you, just sit-”

“NO!” Eric turned and stared her down with a fury in his eyes. “He hasn’t learned his lesson yet. So I’ve got to do something about it since you keep babying him.”

Gesserith rolled his eyes as he stood up. He whispered a little too loudly, “Great, can’t even finish dinner this time…”

Eric undid his belt, whipping around. “The fuck did you say? You talking back to me again?”

Gesserith sighed. “You gonna do the same thing again? Maybe go for the leg this time, that’ll spice it up.”

Eric wound up. “Why you little—” Gesserith saw the arm raise before he felt the sharp pain to his eye. “You need to learn­­—” the right arm “—to make yourself—” the torso “—better than—” the same eye “—all of them!” the same eye. Gesserith fell back, clutching the now swollen part of his face. “Am I getting through to you? You worthless excuse for a son?” He curled the belt around his hand.

Serana dashed in. “ERIC! What have I told you?! You need to stop! Put down the belt!”

“Don’t you tell me what I need to do to make sure he succeeds! Or else you’re next!” He pointed right at her chest.

Gesserith stood up. “Don’t you talk to her like that. Don’t you talk to Mom like that.”

A strike to the stomach came before any verbal response, followed by one to the shoulder. “Fine. The hard way it is.” He wound up before bringing the metal buckle down on Gesserith’s head.

Gesserith grabbed it, and ripped it down to his side. He still cradled his eye. “Gonna… have to try harder… than that…” He threw the belt away.

Eric rolled his shoulders. “I’ll show you harder, you worthless little- hurgh!” He staggered back as Gesserith threw a punch right to his stomach. “So that’s how it’s gonna be. Alright then.” Eric jabbed at Gesserith, finding a hit before being parried. Gesserith responded with a jab and a cross, both getting blocked by a Brokers shield. “Can’t even fight like a Broker. After ALL THE TIME I put into you.”

Gesserith finally put his arms up in a combat stance. “I’ve had enough of you. Get out. Get out! Right now!” A right hook, two jabs, uppercut. All of them hitting, though barely. “Get the fuck out of our home!”

Serana stood in between them. “That’s enough! Both of you! Please just stop fighting like this!” A quick backhand put her down on her back.

“SHUT IT, BITCH! I AM TRYING TO TEACH OUR SON A LESSO- WOA!” Eric went down to the ground as Gesserith tackled him with full force. Before he was able to cry out again, his face was met with a flurry of punches, one after another without mercy. Gesserith straddled him, refusing to get off. He laid into him, blood starting to come from his eye. As he took a moment to breath, he was shoved back off as both of them came back up. “It’s time. It’s about time. I finally got rid of you. Got your ass on the streets. Get out of my sight!” He wiped the blood from his face before charging Gesserith.

Gesserith brought his foot back. He prepared his arms. And as Eric’s fist flew by Gesserith’s torso, his arm was grabbed. Gesserith placed another hand right under Eric’s armpit. And, using the momentum, he flung his father over his body, and right into the floor beneath them. The air was knocked out of him. Gesserith didn’t show mercy. He dropped down again. And this time, Gesserith landed a blow right to Eric’s throat. Eric responded by rolling over, coughing and hacking up blood. But in a turn of pure instinct, Eric pushed himself up and off the wall, flinging himself back for a final strike. Gesserith, eyes wide open, conjured a shield of his own, perfectly parrying the flying strike. He dashed forward off of the opening, finally putting Eric down with a flurry of blows.

Eric’s body hit the ground, looking up at his son. Gesserith looked back with one eye, no mercy showing. And then, a slow grin creeped across Eric’s face. “Heh. Heh. Heh. There’s that shield. I knew I did something right. Maybe you’re good for something after all.” He slowly pushed himself up, turning around and walking out the door.

The moment the door closed, Gesserith ran over to his mom, carefully checking her for any injuries. Before he got very far, Serana grazed her hand across his face. She pulled him close. “Gesserith…” They both stayed there and cried together for a long time.

Gesserith was eating a sandwich, and Serana was sitting on the couch watching the news. A bandage now covered his slightly-less-swollen black eye. A knock came from the door. “Mom, go get it, I’m eating.”

“Yeah, and I’m watching TV, I’m not getting up.”

He shook his head as he put his sandwich down. “Fine.” He stretched as he got up and walked over to the door. He opened it. “…get out. Go hom- go anywhere else but here. I never want to see you again.”

“Gesserith, please, I’m sorry. I know I went a little overboard, but please, just let me in.”

“I will beat you again. Do not fucking test me, GET AWAY!”

Eric peeked his head in. “Serana, tell him that it’ll get better. Please, honey, you know this isn’t what I’m like, please, just-”

Gess slammed the door shut. Fervent knocking followed. Gesserith, face unmoving, opened the door, and with a single fluid motion, struck Eric clean in the nose, kicked him back on the ground, and closed the door behind him, locking it. “If I see him again,” he warned his mother, “by the Five, I will kill him. I will not hesitate.”

Serana turned off the TV and went over to him. “Gesserith, no, do not. He is your father. You don’t need to kill anyone. Do anything but that. I know him, he wasn’t like this before-”

“Before what? Before me? Before you two got married? He’s been like this my whole damn life. I don’t care what he was like. He’s never changed. People like him never do.”

Serana grabbed her son’s shoulder. “Gesserith, I fucking mean it, you will not kill him. He has done horrible things but he doesn’t deserve death. If I ever hear you do something like that… I don’t know what I’ll do. But you will feel it. So I’m gonna say it again. Eric. Lives.” She stared right through his eyes, into his soul.

Gesserith stood tall, heaving under his breath. Then he started shaking, then crying. “Okay. Okay. He lives. I promise. I promise.” He hugged his mother, both of them barely making it over to the couch before he fell over, emotions overcoming him.

[broken-halo-archive]

If you are keeping something sacred, please make sure to take good care of it.

I would hate to have to intervene.

With respect A

[monasteryofsaintatraft]

Welcome to the wide world.

. . . Xerexian. Interest in rituals. Are you perchance an angel?

[azzie-beastbinder]

Koda,

I can be found within the village of Agrivia. It is east of Austello. One of my family estates is here, but most of the family will be in the city. I will be here for the next month. The family is on leave for a proper grieving period. I shall prepare a room for you, we have several guest chambers.

Yours faithfully, Cipriano

Cipriano,

I will be traveling in that direction within two days of you receiving this letter. I look forward to our meeting.

Koda

[monasteryofsaintatraft]

Are we supposed to know that?

Isnt this an private matter? Its there an buttom to privatize messages?

[monasteryofsaintatraft]

Bugs domestication

Question to all the planes.

How hard is it to domesticate a bug, specifically ants the size of dogs?

The local herders dared to ask me this question.

[gesserith-the-broker]

I... that's a... hmm. From what I know, you just have to be careful when working with a group of them. They communicate silently.

Also, it depends on if they still have ant brains or are smarter than that.

[monasteryofsaintatraft]

Gess, kind friend.

In the name of Sigarda, please explain what you mean by "silent" communication?

Ah, telepats. Of course, the ants are telepats

[monasteryofsaintatraft]

Bugs domestication

Question to all the planes.

How hard is it to domesticate a bug, specifically ants the size of dogs?

The local herders dared to ask me this question.

[gesserith-the-broker]

Forge and Shatter

They took her from me.

CLANK

She's gone. Leta's gone.

CLANK

Aclazotz. Will. Pay.

CLANK

No. No, I... I can't. I can't join.

clank

I can't fight. I can't leave her. Not like this.

clank

I set the hammer down. A delicate blade lay in front of me. A perfect size for a dagger, forged by hand, with love. A birthday gift. I picked up the handle and carefully integrated my new and improved shield generator.

Some waste of effort. She won't even be here to take it. Or use it.

I picked up the adhesive. I took the newly forged blade and set it into the handle, making sure it was properly set before letting go. Letting go.

Let go. I can't. Why did she have to go?

The adhesive set. I held up a dagger, carefully engraved with my traditional Brokers emblazoning. The blade, an acid etch with Leta's name and my initials. The last we'd ever be together.

She was just her age. A little older. She died with no one to save her.

I wasn't there to save her. I failed. Again.

I took the dagger and stabbed it into the table. And I wept. I didn't know what else to do. She was gone. I looked at my handiwork. I gazed over at the pressure chamber nearby, the work-in-progress that it was. And I felt so worthless. Alone.

I felt a tap on my shoulder. Shadowstep. "Hey, Dad. It's been a while. You've barely eaten." I looked into her eyes. She stared right back, full of concern. A look I hadn't seen in years. It had always been pity and contempt. Anger. Resentment. Rightfully so at times. But for so long, no one really cared like she did.

I held her tight again, only letting go when I had found my center again. "I'll. I'll be right up, Shadowstep. Just finishing this up for Leta." I showed her the dagger. "...I think I'll... hmm." I picked up a carefully woven leather sheathe, dropping the dagger into it. "Here." I handed it to my daughter. "No point in letting it go to waste. Take it."

"Dad, it's okay, I know what it means-"

"No. Take it. Please." I pressed it into her chest. "It would mean a lot. I don't want to have it sit there, worthless and collecting dust. Please, Shadowstep. Please."

She took it, looking back at me with so many emotions. So much I couldn't read right now. She signed back, "Thank you. I'll take good care of it. Love you, Dad."

"I love you too. I'll take you to dinner again. Be right there." I stood up. Scared. Unsure. Loved.

[xerex-reshaper]

Smash the Source

Viridian was seeking the remains of Glasswing's house. The tree had shattered two months ago, when a demon of Inner Xerex shattered it, it's body writhing and spasming through the tangling strands of glass and droplets, the branches coming down and leaving nought but the stump. "Hey Glasswing, you wanted to talk?" She lept from behind a technicolour house, beaming as she usually did. "You know what this is about." "You're awful miserable Glassy! Cmon, what's up?" Glasswing stared blankly at her, sitting on one of the huge chunks of glass that were left from it's house. "The war? The conflict of Far and Inner Xerex? Why did that start, tell me." "Because... the demons were evil, and so was everyone else I think. Why?" Viridian tilted her head, her neck clicking as she looked around. "I found out the truth. Do you know where Zenith is?" "Glassy, you're-" "Stop! Just stop!" Glasswing stood suddenly, it's spear appearing in it's palm. "He's dead. You told him that the demons were gonna start a war. About how that Wall needed to come down for our safety. But you could've- you could've kept it up. Kept everyone safe. But y'know what you did? You went on a revenge fantasy. You started acting like, someTHING not someONE, you became some feral monster."

The air slowed. The scent of hot-pots perished under steely lids. External conversations lulled. "You don't know that, I did what I had to! I didn't know that we could actually die, okay? We lost, but we're gaining land, there's some leverage and now their leader is gone, we-" "Oh really? The angels that our actual leaders are talking to? The peace deals the Originals were establishing? You just lead us into the jaws of hell for what, your own sick hero ideas? You, you killed him." Tears spilled down it's face, pearls bubbling beneath their lenses and clattering on the earth. Viridian's palms were suddenly around it's neck, fingers coiling. "I could break you. Every inch of your fragile body, I could contract my fingers and turn you into DUST! You're, you're just shards in my hands, you can't ruin me over this. Who the hell are you? You're not my friend, you cannot be." Glasswing struggled beneath the atonal cacophony of her voice, it's wings twitching. A string of pearls fell around her wrists, a surge of red mana through her teeth. She dropped it on it's knees, it's feet crashing on the hard floor as she stepped away. "I'm leaving, I know where a real friend is. Real friends, real friends." Viridian did not see Glasswing anymore. She was back in the temple of Vespera again, crumbled stone around that which she did not want to think about. He was bloodied, a storm of ginger coils and flared white jacket, face scribbled out like a children's drawing. His heart spilling fury into the world. Viridian did not think, but acted as a pure reponse, lunging at them. Her arms burst from her face, from her torso, from every segment of her body as talons shredded her skin apart, reaving it's host as she clawed into what looked like the heart of evil. Nameless gaggles of Raqsai passerby's grasped for her, keeping her back. Glasswing stared in horror at the pile of limbs coiling, clawing, begging for bloodshed. It snarled, asynchronous chimes and buzzing synths without rhythm. Glasswing held it's spear out where her chest was, as it prayed. ' You bring ruin from your fears. You bring horror from your hatred. You bring meaninglessness from your art. Leave.' What once was before it turned back to simple geometry. Falling triangles as she faded from view. She'd be back, once her mind had come back.

The sea breeze met Viridian as she landed, her spark had burst outward as she was reformed. The sand burned beneath her, but in a different way. The sea-salt kept her somewhat awake, her thoughts oozing between eachother. And still, she smiled. It's so much freer alone, wherever she was. No, not alone. Not alone at all. There's a lot of sparks here. Friends, real friends. (Thanks to @jasper-graphics for the borders!)

[monasteryofsaintatraft]

Welcome to Harvestide.

Ever since the opening of Omenpaths, the town of Breathold have experienced many changes. First off, the omenpaths to the Sokezan Mountains, found in the center of the town square, naturally would allow the visit of foreigners. Tourists from the urbans and rurals villages could come forwards, curious at the event of this exotic plane: Harvesstide.

The doors and walls quickly were invaded by glowing pumpkins with candles. Tables and cauldrons were disposed at the borders of the forest, as the cooks brought the delight of the festivities: Pies, cookies of honey, lamchops bathed salt, cidar for the childrens, soft drinks for the adults. The locals of Innistrads, with the coming festivals, quickly wore their cloaks and masks, mimicking the usual fauna of the forest. Tought, a few innovators weavers and tailors, have found upon their curious hands, a few "luminious dyes", coming from exotic insect and mushrooms found in the caves. Soon, people dressed as geists joined the tumult, mixing among the locals geists and new kamis. An strange scene indeed, was for the old monk, perched on his lonely cabin.

Gouvle clenched his mask: Of rough carpenter work, it was supposed to look like an ram, yet the snout was too plain, while the horn was too thick, while the other too thin.

"Looking with intense sorrow, won`t transform it Gouvle" An old witch interrupted his toughts, Katarine, wearing an canine skulls of bones as her mask.

"I couln`t accept the generosity of the carpenter this year, Katarine. I desired to do this work on my own." Excused Gouvle, as he accomodated the mask alongside his priestly hat.

The witch laughed in endearment, as her curious eyes fell in the strange visitors. "Mmh. You managued to contract the services of an witch Gouvle?" She asked, as the monk observed the scene at the east of the town. Floating candles akin to the Coven Dawnhart, decorated the road, leading to an collection of crimson tents.

"Biilziebub" Whispered the monk in annoyance.

"One of your many new friends?" Asked Katarine nonchalantly.

The monk waved his head, diffuminating his angry tought.

"Bah. I made an truce with the demon prince for this day. I doubt that he will break it, specially with the visit that will arrrive soon." Gouvle grabbed his staff, descending to the town alongside Katarine and his geists.

"Mmh, such as the goats that you lost?" Asked Katarine.

"Goats? Wich go--" Gouvle interrupted himself, once he regconized an goat. It was the animals that they sacrificed to the boggarts, the one filled with cheese. Looking pristine and alive.

But, Gouvle tought, if the goat came back? Did the devils too?

An rambuctious laughs was proliferated over the goat`s back, from a family of five goblins, as the ran toward the banquet.

The monk sighed, as the witch laughed. This wold be an interesting night.

[gesserith-the-broker]

It had taken some time for Gesserith to get himself and Shadowstep together, but time well spent. The two emerged from the Omenpath. Gesserith was in full Brokers attire, something he found himself quite comfortable in. He was wearing a wooden mask, adorned with carvings that reminded him of what to never become.

Shadowstep wore some casual Capennan attire, a nice coat and some pants to keep her warm. She was not wearing a mask, which accentuated her eyes, bright and ready for the festival and night of fun on her home plane. Looking at Gesserith, she signed, "You know, Dad, those masks are usually for children."

"So they are," he replied. "Doesn't mean I can't partake in some fun. I figured since I was visiting, I might try for the full experience." He patted her on the back, taking in the lights and stands dotting the area. Buying a nice cut of meat, he tore off a part to share, and embarked to find Gouvle.

[monasteryofsaintatraft]

He would find the monk welcoming the dokuchis, with the latter parting away to join the rest of the festival. Gouvle was wearing an ram`s mask of wood, tought he was still regconisable due to his long beard and hat. No matter under wich cincunstances Gesserith have met Gouvle, whether after an travle from the mountains or after prison, he never got rid of his hat.

Alongside him, was a second figure. Only one meter taller than Gouvle, tought crounching her back, wearing an mantle wich covered her body, aside from her arms, wrinkled due to age, and her mask of canine.

The canines masked, soon turned to fathe and daughter, her jade eyes, glimpsing behind the mask. It was like, if the canine was smelling for the essence of the father and the daughter. She quickly pulled Gouvles arm, eager to notice their arrival.

"Mister Edmud, young Shadostep. Welcome to Breathold, welcome to Harvesttide!!" Gouvle announce with happyness, as he opened his arm to the fairy-daughter and friend. While the masked figure stood quiet, waiting for the priest of be an gentleman.

"Ah, Edmunds, meet madam Katerine, an expert herbolary of Somberwald." Gouvle introduced the woman, as she revealed her face. An wrinkled face, with eyes filled with compassion and curiosity.

"Oh, they arent from Innistrad my friend. Thus you dont have to hide my nature. I am Katerine, the old witch of Somberwald."

[gesserith-the-broker]

"Gouvle!" Gesserith came up, hugging the old monk. "Am I glad to see you. It's been a long day, I'll fill you in later. But where are my manners?" He turned to Katerine. "Hello. I am Gesserith Edmund, from New Capenna. This here is Shadowstep, my adopted daughter. She is from Innistrad, but she ran away after... well, a cult and some Omenpath stuff. She wound up on Kamigawa, and now here we are."

Shadowstep shyly waved, still taking in everything from her home plane. Her eyes slowly moved around, seeing all the candles and masks around her. Gesserith kept her close. "I'm shocked at the amount of effort from everywhere, Gouvle. It's impressive. I hope you didn't have much trouble. But I have noticed that there are a lot of spirits around here. Isn't that your job to keep them all... content? Is that something I could help with?" He continued to gnaw on the meat, occasionally stopping to admire the new tastes and smells he was experiencing.

[monasteryofsaintatraft]

"And gentleman and good mannered." Katerine bowed to the broker, to then pay attention to Shadostep. "Yes, Gouvle fill me up about all your turmoils wolfling." She crunched in front of Shadostep. "You fairy-father came to my hut, pleading my help regarding your condition." She hand to Shadowstep, an simple collar of rope, with an bag hanging, the size of an seed. Delicious smell were expellied from the bag, akin to the teas of Kamigawa. "Our products, of night in the cauldrons. These herbes, will calm the wolf, for three days, child." The crone face`s was exposed, showing her smile.

"All thanks to cousins, brothers, sisters and familiars from Kessig and Stesia, Gesserith. Woods, meats, vegetables and games brought from far away to lift everyone hope." The monk smiled warmly, as he regconized even Nephalian`s humans, arriving at the town.

"Regarding the geist?" The monk munched. "Yes, but it isnt necessary with the geist of the town. Everyone were beloved both in life and dead. They would never dare to harm their loved ones and their families. We lived like this ever since the Travails. You dont have to wrry about helping with calming thems Gess, you came to relax, not to work."

Tougth Gesserith, obsrved an trio of strange "living clothes" of cathars, herding boggarts away from the stalls of food, alongside an cat-like spirit, resting among an lamp, giving light to the square. An as cherry of top, an inmense living statue of heron, obseving with hostile intent, towards the Biilzie Cirque, above the Church.

"Well . . . . I can`t said the same for the kamis." Admitted the monk, with an nervous laugh.

[gesserith-the-broker]

Shadowstep took the bag, signing thanks to the witch. She took a long sniff, immediately seeming far calmer. She tucked the gift away in a small bag, making sure it stayed shut and safe.

Gesserith smiled, seeing his daughter as relaxed as she was. "Thank you, Katerine. I'll make sure it's put to good use." He looked up to the kami above him, giving a small chuckle. "I see they are both on guard tonight. It'll be alright, Gouvle. Don't worry."

Pulling out a small pouch, he began to munch on some fruit he had picked up. "You know. I just had an idea. If you had the time, could you teach me about geists? Maybe not tonight, I know you're very busy. But, well..." He trailed off for a moment. "...it would mean a lot to me, is all." Shadowstep looked up at her dad, with a hint of curiosity, but shrugged it off.

[obscura-omenseeker]

As always, Vasro suddenly appears. “Wise Choice, old man. Geists and spirits and ghosts are cool. I don’t know what Gouvle can help with, but after he’s done, I can teach you some of the rituals I use. Keeps my eyes clear of the veil and lets my hands reach through. Upkept them yesterday, actually. Also, Gouvle! Hi!”

Vasro hugs the old monk, hands Shadowstep a sugary treat, and turns to the last person he hasn’t talked to.

“Your name is… Katerine, right? I either overheard it or got it in a prophecy. Can’t remember which.”

Fukuhimitsu is hugging Gouvle as well, and handing Shadowstep a written secret. Something fun that she’s excited to share with a friend. Likely overheard during the festival.

[monasteryofsaintatraft]

The monk accepted gandly the affections, hugging back. "Welcome to my home, Vasro and Fukuhimitsu, Kami of Delightull Secrets"

Katerine put her mask on, eyeing with curiosity an fellow stranger. "An prophecy for this old solitary crone? Whoever was the prophet, have greatly overstimated my importance to the world." She lied humblenly.

"To seek to perch the world of the geists, Edmund?" She wondered.

"An strange request. I would have tought that the Dokuchis teached you to perch the world of the spirits, Gesserith." Spoke Gouvle, who now observing Gesserith more clearly. He looked more tired, with certain trace of shivering. Alongside the remains of an "black" aura. Gouvle wrinkled. Those symtoms were normally seeing in unconsented possesions.

Gouvle couldn`t dweel deeper, no with Shadostep present.

[obscura-omenseeker]

“Ah, don’t worry about it. It’s not too likely of a possibility. My boss gets hundreds of prophecies a day now, so it doesn’t have THAT much importance. Anyways, Nice to meet you. I’m Vasro Hayashi. Dokuchi Reckoner, High ranking Obscura, and Acolyte of the blinking sky.”

[gesserith-the-broker]

Gesserith looks over at Vasro and his kami, shutting his pockets. "If you can believe it, no, I would prefer the spirits remain as they are. Maybe helping them find peace, but certainly not to purge them. I would simply like to be able to contact them and learn from them." His face clearly shows that he knows more than he's letting on, but he's not lying. "I'm just opening the avenue. Doesn't have to be now."

[monasteryofsaintatraft]

The ram monk clapped excited. "Amazing, fantastic. I know that you were selfelss Edmud. To seek the geist to gran them peace, is an harbour wich I will always support." An clear tone of happiness was transmited. After all, any elder monk is happy to spread his teaching to future protectors.

Katerine dared to interrup. "Mmh. Yes yes. Tell me Gouvle, that gargoyle of yours, look awfully shivering" she poited to the lonely heron kami, resting bove the church.

The monk exaled "Well, another matter to attend. Care to meet Tsurutsuki, madam Katerine?" Suggested Gouvle.

"Me? I am afraid that I must refuse my friend. Rather, I decides to spend the festival alongside the Edmund, if it won't be am inconvenient" The witch inclined her madk towards the child and father.

[monasteryofsaintatraft]

Welcome to Harvestide.

Ever since the opening of Omenpaths, the town of Breathold have experienced many changes. First off, the omenpaths to the Sokezan Mountains, found in the center of the town square, naturally would allow the visit of foreigners. Tourists from the urbans and rurals villages could come forwards, curious at the event of this exotic plane: Harvesstide.

The doors and walls quickly were invaded by glowing pumpkins with candles. Tables and cauldrons were disposed at the borders of the forest, as the cooks brought the delight of the festivities: Pies, cookies of honey, lamchops bathed salt, cidar for the childrens, soft drinks for the adults. The locals of Innistrads, with the coming festivals, quickly wore their cloaks and masks, mimicking the usual fauna of the forest. Tought, a few innovators weavers and tailors, have found upon their curious hands, a few "luminious dyes", coming from exotic insect and mushrooms found in the caves. Soon, people dressed as geists joined the tumult, mixing among the locals geists and new kamis. An strange scene indeed, was for the old monk, perched on his lonely cabin.

Gouvle clenched his mask: Of rough carpenter work, it was supposed to look like an ram, yet the snout was too plain, while the horn was too thick, while the other too thin.

"Looking with intense sorrow, won`t transform it Gouvle" An old witch interrupted his toughts, Katarine, wearing an canine skulls of bones as her mask.

"I couln`t accept the generosity of the carpenter this year, Katarine. I desired to do this work on my own." Excused Gouvle, as he accomodated the mask alongside his priestly hat.

The witch laughed in endearment, as her curious eyes fell in the strange visitors. "Mmh. You managued to contract the services of an witch Gouvle?" She asked, as the monk observed the scene at the east of the town. Floating candles akin to the Coven Dawnhart, decorated the road, leading to an collection of crimson tents.

"Biilziebub" Whispered the monk in annoyance.

"One of your many new friends?" Asked Katarine nonchalantly.

The monk waved his head, diffuminating his angry tought.

"Bah. I made an truce with the demon prince for this day. I doubt that he will break it, specially with the visit that will arrrive soon." Gouvle grabbed his staff, descending to the town alongside Katarine and his geists.

"Mmh, such as the goats that you lost?" Asked Katarine.

"Goats? Wich go--" Gouvle interrupted himself, once he regconized an goat. It was the animals that they sacrificed to the boggarts, the one filled with cheese. Looking pristine and alive.

But, Gouvle tought, if the goat came back? Did the devils too?

An rambuctious laughs was proliferated over the goat`s back, from a family of five goblins, as the ran toward the banquet.

The monk sighed, as the witch laughed. This wold be an interesting night.

[azzie-beastbinder]

As the night went on, one of the Dokuchi Reckoners, Kimi Oda - formerly a youngling under Sora Tsukimi, now a youngling under Goldenscar - was staying at the edge of things and watching. She was eating an apple and sticking to the shadows as she watched people celebrate. Being a shrine maiden in training, she had gotten pretty used to the kami who now made Innistrad their home, but she was still getting used to the geists. Part of her just wanted to head back, but she knew that Boss Hayashi would round up everyone before too long anyway. For now, she was just...waiting.

[monasteryofsaintatraft]

An shadowy kami, was crounched by her side. Small and thin, looked at her with scorn. One of the minor kamis of Karahaka. Who know who they were in life. Maybe one of the many rekconers rivals of the Dokuchis.

Little could they do now, now bound to people that they never dreamed to die with.

Their attention swifted, towards an taller skeleton kami. Even tought shadowed, his bones gave the sensation to be brittle. Even tought dead, he carefully avoided the geist and livings. It`s hard to kill habits for this soul. The soul of Fumihito Oda, her grandfather.

He stop in front of her. She could only heard an curious humming, from him.

[azzie-beastbinder]

Kimi had been spending a few weeks learning how to work in a shrine and, thus, knew what to do when a kami approached her. She straightened up, clapped twice, and bowed. "Greetings, honored kami," she said. She couldn't identify who any particular kami was just yet - her training hadn't gotten there yet - but she could hear and understand them when they spoke.

[monasteryofsaintatraft]

The kami bowed in return. "We are Karahaka, Kami of the Empty Graves. I am Fujimoto Oda, dokuchi rekconer in life." The kami revealed his identity. He waited for the reaction of her priest. He was ignorant, about wich were the emotions, associated to his name, within his family. Ever since his imprisonment under the Hayazhi`s dungeon, his family have become an nebulous question for him.

[azzie-beastbinder]

Kimi's attention snapped up immediately upon hearing that name. Fumihito Oda. She knew that name. "...Grandfather?" she finally asked, brow furrowing. "I... Huh. I heard that you were...captured before I was born..."

[monasteryofsaintatraft]

The crounched kami laughed.

"The hayashis. Wish that we were gifted with the gift of technomancy, to repeat their execution once again." Fumihito laughed. His laugh, was cackling as his teeths hit each others.

It stopped. Kami could heard, an tinge of shame, from his grandfather.

" . . . . I learned from hearsay and prayers, about what happened to my son, Benkei, alongside his students. . . ." The kami sat in the grass.

"So little did I accomplish with my dead, to prevent you father and uncles , from inheriting my duties." He exhaled.

". . . Haruko told me about your presence." Fuhimito sighed. "If you came to curse me, ask questions, or send an final goodbye. I am here."

[azzie-beastbinder]

Kimi smiled sadly. "I...heard the story, of what happened to you, and to Uncle Benkei. But...well. Regarding technomancy..." She held up a gadget from her pocket. With a small surge of power, it turned on and lit up on its own. "I do have it. It's why I was assigned to train under Sora Tsukimi in the gang. Now, uh... Well. She and Dad got together. I've got a little sibling on the way. I think Dad's going to name them after you."

[monasteryofsaintatraft]

"Oh. . . " The ex-dokuchi last tought regarding his family. He predicted that they would resent him due to his failure, of toppling down the Hayashis. Witnessing the cells filling up with more and more desfortunates.

"I am proud of you father. . . I witnessed it all. How he managued to break out the prisoners from within. And finish my task." The kami nodded, aimleslly towards the town.

"He triumphed in what I failed, yet he honour me even in dead." He sighed. "What deeds have I performed in my life, to desrve such honourble son."

The kami skull turned to Kimi. "Tell me Kimi, about yourself. Will you keep working for the Dokuchis? How is Towashi, after the fall of the Hayashi?

[azzie-beastbinder]

Kimi grinned. "Well... Yeah, I'm part of the gang, just like the rest of our family. But! I've recently started training at Jinja Dokuchi, to help out with the shrine. Goldenscar says I'm learning quickly, so it won't be long until I get an official shrine maiden title. My other training has gone well too. Besides that, I'm getting along with my new stepsister, Riku, and...uh... Well, in slightly less good news, my...mother..." The word "mother" was said with slight distaste, which wasn't that much of a surprise to Fumihito, considering he never liked Kimi's mother when she and Renji first started dating. "She...shoved me through one of those moth doors and got me caught in Duskmourn. Boss Hayashi had to come rescue me. We also found an old man in there, Rolf, from Innistrad, and he helped me a lot before Boss Hayashi found us. We got him out too."

[monasteryofsaintatraft]

Fujimoto was nodding in approval with each news, untill the mentions of Renji`s "girlfriend".

"Shoving you into Duskmourn? " He spat, massaging the non-existant skin of his skull. " I cant believe that my hopes of her trying to stab your father, were too bening for her." He didn`t waste words in asking for his fate. Any rekconers knew what happen to traitors.

Tought when she mentioned Rolf. "Another Innistradi helping the Oda. Jeje. One bendition I shall own to Rolf, if I ever meet him during his life. It as if this plane veiled for our life, while threathening their inhitants daily. " He cackled, at his own joke.

[azzie-beastbinder]

"She...she did also notably try to stab Dad, apparently. Just before Boss Hayashi went in after me," Kimi muttered. She rubbed the back of her neck. "I... Boss Hayashi said it was up to me and Dad to decide what to do, since she's my mother. I...I don't know if I made the right call. But she's not going to hurt us or anyone else now. Boss Haruko made sure of it."

Regarding the comments on Rolf, she managed to smile again. "Does kinda seem that way, huh? I don't think Innistrad is all that bad, just from what I've seen. I'm not really making any leeway with interacting with the geists, but... I dunno, it just feels like an equally-dangerous yet more open version of Towashi. Except 'bloodsucking bastard nobility' is more literal."

[monasteryofsaintatraft]

"It was a permanent solution, grandaughter." Commented Fujimoto. " I do not desire to ever dwell what was the logic of that woman for what she done, and neither should you" He felt the palm of his hand over his knee.

"Innistrad. . . Thus far, the townfolks seem more imprisoned during these night, in fear of what roam under the veil of darkness. Tought, it`s true, is more spacios and freeing that the nausating skypiercers of Towashi. And the nobles, are easy to pop, as swating flies of the swamp." He side-eye an group of tourist, in awe at an firshow of an human and geist wizards.

"Indeed, you should be carefull around the geist. The ones wich remain in Breathold, are people who refuse to abandone their homes or families, towards that "Blessed Sleep."" An momentary air of sadness, took away the life of Fujimoto. " I been playing, with the idea to reach such sleep, sometimes. . . . Many of the reckoners have tought and reflected about it."

[monasteryofsaintatraft]

Welcome to Harvestide.

Ever since the opening of Omenpaths, the town of Breathold have experienced many changes. First off, the omenpaths to the Sokezan Mountains, found in the center of the town square, naturally would allow the visit of foreigners. Tourists from the urbans and rurals villages could come forwards, curious at the event of this exotic plane: Harvesstide.

The doors and walls quickly were invaded by glowing pumpkins with candles. Tables and cauldrons were disposed at the borders of the forest, as the cooks brought the delight of the festivities: Pies, cookies of honey, lamchops bathed salt, cidar for the childrens, soft drinks for the adults. The locals of Innistrads, with the coming festivals, quickly wore their cloaks and masks, mimicking the usual fauna of the forest. Tought, a few innovators weavers and tailors, have found upon their curious hands, a few "luminious dyes", coming from exotic insect and mushrooms found in the caves. Soon, people dressed as geists joined the tumult, mixing among the locals geists and new kamis. An strange scene indeed, was for the old monk, perched on his lonely cabin.

Gouvle clenched his mask: Of rough carpenter work, it was supposed to look like an ram, yet the snout was too plain, while the horn was too thick, while the other too thin.

"Looking with intense sorrow, won`t transform it Gouvle" An old witch interrupted his toughts, Katarine, wearing an canine skulls of bones as her mask.

"I couln`t accept the generosity of the carpenter this year, Katarine. I desired to do this work on my own." Excused Gouvle, as he accomodated the mask alongside his priestly hat.

The witch laughed in endearment, as her curious eyes fell in the strange visitors. "Mmh. You managued to contract the services of an witch Gouvle?" She asked, as the monk observed the scene at the east of the town. Floating candles akin to the Coven Dawnhart, decorated the road, leading to an collection of crimson tents.

"Biilziebub" Whispered the monk in annoyance.

"One of your many new friends?" Asked Katarine nonchalantly.

The monk waved his head, diffuminating his angry tought.

"Bah. I made an truce with the demon prince for this day. I doubt that he will break it, specially with the visit that will arrrive soon." Gouvle grabbed his staff, descending to the town alongside Katarine and his geists.

"Mmh, such as the goats that you lost?" Asked Katarine.

"Goats? Wich go--" Gouvle interrupted himself, once he regconized an goat. It was the animals that they sacrificed to the boggarts, the one filled with cheese. Looking pristine and alive.

But, Gouvle tought, if the goat came back? Did the devils too?

An rambuctious laughs was proliferated over the goat`s back, from a family of five goblins, as the ran toward the banquet.

The monk sighed, as the witch laughed. This wold be an interesting night.

[azzie-beastbinder]

As the night went on, one of the Dokuchi Reckoners, Kimi Oda - formerly a youngling under Sora Tsukimi, now a youngling under Goldenscar - was staying at the edge of things and watching. She was eating an apple and sticking to the shadows as she watched people celebrate. Being a shrine maiden in training, she had gotten pretty used to the kami who now made Innistrad their home, but she was still getting used to the geists. Part of her just wanted to head back, but she knew that Boss Hayashi would round up everyone before too long anyway. For now, she was just...waiting.

[monasteryofsaintatraft]

An shadowy kami, was crounched by her side. Small and thin, looked at her with scorn. One of the minor kamis of Karahaka. Who know who they were in life. Maybe one of the many rekconers rivals of the Dokuchis.

Little could they do now, now bound to people that they never dreamed to die with.

Their attention swifted, towards an taller skeleton kami. Even tought shadowed, his bones gave the sensation to be brittle. Even tought dead, he carefully avoided the geist and livings. It`s hard to kill habits for this soul. The soul of Fumihito Oda, her grandfather.

He stop in front of her. She could only heard an curious humming, from him.

[azzie-beastbinder]

Kimi had been spending a few weeks learning how to work in a shrine and, thus, knew what to do when a kami approached her. She straightened up, clapped twice, and bowed. "Greetings, honored kami," she said. She couldn't identify who any particular kami was just yet - her training hadn't gotten there yet - but she could hear and understand them when they spoke.

[monasteryofsaintatraft]

The kami bowed in return. "We are Karahaka, Kami of the Empty Graves. I am Fujimoto Oda, dokuchi rekconer in life." The kami revealed his identity. He waited for the reaction of her priest. He was ignorant, about wich were the emotions, associated to his name, within his family. Ever since his imprisonment under the Hayazhi`s dungeon, his family have become an nebulous question for him.

[azzie-beastbinder]

Kimi's attention snapped up immediately upon hearing that name. Fumihito Oda. She knew that name. "...Grandfather?" she finally asked, brow furrowing. "I... Huh. I heard that you were...captured before I was born..."

[monasteryofsaintatraft]

The crounched kami laughed.

"The hayashis. Wish that we were gifted with the gift of technomancy, to repeat their execution once again." Fumihito laughed. His laugh, was cackling as his teeths hit each others.

It stopped. Kami could heard, an tinge of shame, from his grandfather.

" . . . . I learned from hearsay and prayers, about what happened to my son, Benkei, alongside his students. . . ." The kami sat in the grass.

"So little did I accomplish with my dead, to prevent you father and uncles , from inheriting my duties." He exhaled.

". . . Haruko told me about your presence." Fuhimito sighed. "If you came to curse me, ask questions, or send an final goodbye. I am here."

[azzie-beastbinder]

Kimi smiled sadly. "I...heard the story, of what happened to you, and to Uncle Benkei. But...well. Regarding technomancy..." She held up a gadget from her pocket. With a small surge of power, it turned on and lit up on its own. "I do have it. It's why I was assigned to train under Sora Tsukimi in the gang. Now, uh... Well. She and Dad got together. I've got a little sibling on the way. I think Dad's going to name them after you."

[monasteryofsaintatraft]

"Oh. . . " The ex-dokuchi last tought regarding his family. He predicted that they would resent him due to his failure, of toppling down the Hayashis. Witnessing the cells filling up with more and more desfortunates.

"I am proud of you father. . . I witnessed it all. How he managued to break out the prisoners from within. And finish my task." The kami nodded, aimleslly towards the town.

"He triumphed in what I failed, yet he honour me even in dead." He sighed. "What deeds have I performed in my life, to desrve such honourble son."

The kami skull turned to Kimi. "Tell me Kimi, about yourself. Will you keep working for the Dokuchis? How is Towashi, after the fall of the Hayashi?

[azzie-beastbinder]

Kimi grinned. "Well... Yeah, I'm part of the gang, just like the rest of our family. But! I've recently started training at Jinja Dokuchi, to help out with the shrine. Goldenscar says I'm learning quickly, so it won't be long until I get an official shrine maiden title. My other training has gone well too. Besides that, I'm getting along with my new stepsister, Riku, and...uh... Well, in slightly less good news, my...mother..." The word "mother" was said with slight distaste, which wasn't that much of a surprise to Fumihito, considering he never liked Kimi's mother when she and Renji first started dating. "She...shoved me through one of those moth doors and got me caught in Duskmourn. Boss Hayashi had to come rescue me. We also found an old man in there, Rolf, from Innistrad, and he helped me a lot before Boss Hayashi found us. We got him out too."

[monasteryofsaintatraft]

Fujimoto was nodding in approval with each news, untill the mentions of Renji`s "girlfriend".

"Shoving you into Duskmourn? " He spat, massaging the non-existant skin of his skull. " I cant believe that my hopes of her trying to stab your father, were too bening for her." He didn`t waste words in asking for his fate. Any rekconers knew what happen to traitors.

Tought when she mentioned Rolf. "Another Innistradi helping the Oda. Jeje. One bendition I shall own to Rolf, if I ever meet him during his life. It as if this plane veiled for our life, while threathening their inhitants daily. " He cackled, at his own joke.

[monasteryofsaintatraft]

Welcome to Harvestide.

Ever since the opening of Omenpaths, the town of Breathold have experienced many changes. First off, the omenpaths to the Sokezan Mountains, found in the center of the town square, naturally would allow the visit of foreigners. Tourists from the urbans and rurals villages could come forwards, curious at the event of this exotic plane: Harvesstide.

The doors and walls quickly were invaded by glowing pumpkins with candles. Tables and cauldrons were disposed at the borders of the forest, as the cooks brought the delight of the festivities: Pies, cookies of honey, lamchops bathed salt, cidar for the childrens, soft drinks for the adults. The locals of Innistrads, with the coming festivals, quickly wore their cloaks and masks, mimicking the usual fauna of the forest. Tought, a few innovators weavers and tailors, have found upon their curious hands, a few "luminious dyes", coming from exotic insect and mushrooms found in the caves. Soon, people dressed as geists joined the tumult, mixing among the locals geists and new kamis. An strange scene indeed, was for the old monk, perched on his lonely cabin.

Gouvle clenched his mask: Of rough carpenter work, it was supposed to look like an ram, yet the snout was too plain, while the horn was too thick, while the other too thin.

"Looking with intense sorrow, won`t transform it Gouvle" An old witch interrupted his toughts, Katarine, wearing an canine skulls of bones as her mask.

"I couln`t accept the generosity of the carpenter this year, Katarine. I desired to do this work on my own." Excused Gouvle, as he accomodated the mask alongside his priestly hat.

The witch laughed in endearment, as her curious eyes fell in the strange visitors. "Mmh. You managued to contract the services of an witch Gouvle?" She asked, as the monk observed the scene at the east of the town. Floating candles akin to the Coven Dawnhart, decorated the road, leading to an collection of crimson tents.

"Biilziebub" Whispered the monk in annoyance.

"One of your many new friends?" Asked Katarine nonchalantly.

The monk waved his head, diffuminating his angry tought.

"Bah. I made an truce with the demon prince for this day. I doubt that he will break it, specially with the visit that will arrrive soon." Gouvle grabbed his staff, descending to the town alongside Katarine and his geists.

"Mmh, such as the goats that you lost?" Asked Katarine.

"Goats? Wich go--" Gouvle interrupted himself, once he regconized an goat. It was the animals that they sacrificed to the boggarts, the one filled with cheese. Looking pristine and alive.

But, Gouvle tought, if the goat came back? Did the devils too?

An rambuctious laughs was proliferated over the goat`s back, from a family of five goblins, as the ran toward the banquet.

The monk sighed, as the witch laughed. This wold be an interesting night.

[azzie-beastbinder]

As the night went on, one of the Dokuchi Reckoners, Kimi Oda - formerly a youngling under Sora Tsukimi, now a youngling under Goldenscar - was staying at the edge of things and watching. She was eating an apple and sticking to the shadows as she watched people celebrate. Being a shrine maiden in training, she had gotten pretty used to the kami who now made Innistrad their home, but she was still getting used to the geists. Part of her just wanted to head back, but she knew that Boss Hayashi would round up everyone before too long anyway. For now, she was just...waiting.

[monasteryofsaintatraft]

An shadowy kami, was crounched by her side. Small and thin, looked at her with scorn. One of the minor kamis of Karahaka. Who know who they were in life. Maybe one of the many rekconers rivals of the Dokuchis.

Little could they do now, now bound to people that they never dreamed to die with.

Their attention swifted, towards an taller skeleton kami. Even tought shadowed, his bones gave the sensation to be brittle. Even tought dead, he carefully avoided the geist and livings. It`s hard to kill habits for this soul. The soul of Fumihito Oda, her grandfather.

He stop in front of her. She could only heard an curious humming, from him.

[azzie-beastbinder]

Kimi had been spending a few weeks learning how to work in a shrine and, thus, knew what to do when a kami approached her. She straightened up, clapped twice, and bowed. "Greetings, honored kami," she said. She couldn't identify who any particular kami was just yet - her training hadn't gotten there yet - but she could hear and understand them when they spoke.

[monasteryofsaintatraft]

The kami bowed in return. "We are Karahaka, Kami of the Empty Graves. I am Fujimoto Oda, dokuchi rekconer in life." The kami revealed his identity. He waited for the reaction of her priest. He was ignorant, about wich were the emotions, associated to his name, within his family. Ever since his imprisonment under the Hayazhi`s dungeon, his family have become an nebulous question for him.

[azzie-beastbinder]

Kimi's attention snapped up immediately upon hearing that name. Fumihito Oda. She knew that name. "...Grandfather?" she finally asked, brow furrowing. "I... Huh. I heard that you were...captured before I was born..."

[monasteryofsaintatraft]

The crounched kami laughed.

"The hayashis. Wish that we were gifted with the gift of technomancy, to repeat their execution once again." Fumihito laughed. His laugh, was cackling as his teeths hit each others.

It stopped. Kami could heard, an tinge of shame, from his grandfather.

" . . . . I learned from hearsay and prayers, about what happened to my son, Benkei, alongside his students. . . ." The kami sat in the grass.

"So little did I accomplish with my dead, to prevent you father and uncles , from inheriting my duties." He exhaled.

". . . Haruko told me about your presence." Fuhimito sighed. "If you came to curse me, ask questions, or send an final goodbye. I am here."

[azzie-beastbinder]

Kimi smiled sadly. "I...heard the story, of what happened to you, and to Uncle Benkei. But...well. Regarding technomancy..." She held up a gadget from her pocket. With a small surge of power, it turned on and lit up on its own. "I do have it. It's why I was assigned to train under Sora Tsukimi in the gang. Now, uh... Well. She and Dad got together. I've got a little sibling on the way. I think Dad's going to name them after you."

[monasteryofsaintatraft]

"Oh. . . " The ex-dokuchi last tought regarding his family. He predicted that they would resent him due to his failure, of toppling down the Hayashis. Witnessing the cells filling up with more and more desfortunates.

"I am proud of you father. . . I witnessed it all. How he managued to break out the prisoners from within. And finish my task." The kami nodded, aimleslly towards the town.

"He triumphed in what I failed, yet he honour me even in dead." He sighed. "What deeds have I performed in my life, to desrve such honourble son."

The kami skull turned to Kimi. "Tell me Kimi, about yourself. Will you keep working for the Dokuchis? How is Towashi, after the fall of the Hayashi?

[monasteryofsaintatraft]

Welcome to Harvestide.

Ever since the opening of Omenpaths, the town of Breathold have experienced many changes. First off, the omenpaths to the Sokezan Mountains, found in the center of the town square, naturally would allow the visit of foreigners. Tourists from the urbans and rurals villages could come forwards, curious at the event of this exotic plane: Harvesstide.

The doors and walls quickly were invaded by glowing pumpkins with candles. Tables and cauldrons were disposed at the borders of the forest, as the cooks brought the delight of the festivities: Pies, cookies of honey, lamchops bathed salt, cidar for the childrens, soft drinks for the adults. The locals of Innistrads, with the coming festivals, quickly wore their cloaks and masks, mimicking the usual fauna of the forest. Tought, a few innovators weavers and tailors, have found upon their curious hands, a few "luminious dyes", coming from exotic insect and mushrooms found in the caves. Soon, people dressed as geists joined the tumult, mixing among the locals geists and new kamis. An strange scene indeed, was for the old monk, perched on his lonely cabin.

Gouvle clenched his mask: Of rough carpenter work, it was supposed to look like an ram, yet the snout was too plain, while the horn was too thick, while the other too thin.

"Looking with intense sorrow, won`t transform it Gouvle" An old witch interrupted his toughts, Katarine, wearing an canine skulls of bones as her mask.

"I couln`t accept the generosity of the carpenter this year, Katarine. I desired to do this work on my own." Excused Gouvle, as he accomodated the mask alongside his priestly hat.

The witch laughed in endearment, as her curious eyes fell in the strange visitors. "Mmh. You managued to contract the services of an witch Gouvle?" She asked, as the monk observed the scene at the east of the town. Floating candles akin to the Coven Dawnhart, decorated the road, leading to an collection of crimson tents.

"Biilziebub" Whispered the monk in annoyance.

"One of your many new friends?" Asked Katarine nonchalantly.

The monk waved his head, diffuminating his angry tought.

"Bah. I made an truce with the demon prince for this day. I doubt that he will break it, specially with the visit that will arrrive soon." Gouvle grabbed his staff, descending to the town alongside Katarine and his geists.

"Mmh, such as the goats that you lost?" Asked Katarine.

"Goats? Wich go--" Gouvle interrupted himself, once he regconized an goat. It was the animals that they sacrificed to the boggarts, the one filled with cheese. Looking pristine and alive.

But, Gouvle tought, if the goat came back? Did the devils too?

An rambuctious laughs was proliferated over the goat`s back, from a family of five goblins, as the ran toward the banquet.

The monk sighed, as the witch laughed. This wold be an interesting night.

[azzie-beastbinder]

As the night went on, one of the Dokuchi Reckoners, Kimi Oda - formerly a youngling under Sora Tsukimi, now a youngling under Goldenscar - was staying at the edge of things and watching. She was eating an apple and sticking to the shadows as she watched people celebrate. Being a shrine maiden in training, she had gotten pretty used to the kami who now made Innistrad their home, but she was still getting used to the geists. Part of her just wanted to head back, but she knew that Boss Hayashi would round up everyone before too long anyway. For now, she was just...waiting.

[monasteryofsaintatraft]

An shadowy kami, was crounched by her side. Small and thin, looked at her with scorn. One of the minor kamis of Karahaka. Who know who they were in life. Maybe one of the many rekconers rivals of the Dokuchis.

Little could they do now, now bound to people that they never dreamed to die with.

Their attention swifted, towards an taller skeleton kami. Even tought shadowed, his bones gave the sensation to be brittle. Even tought dead, he carefully avoided the geist and livings. It`s hard to kill habits for this soul. The soul of Fumihito Oda, her grandfather.

He stop in front of her. She could only heard an curious humming, from him.

[azzie-beastbinder]

Kimi had been spending a few weeks learning how to work in a shrine and, thus, knew what to do when a kami approached her. She straightened up, clapped twice, and bowed. "Greetings, honored kami," she said. She couldn't identify who any particular kami was just yet - her training hadn't gotten there yet - but she could hear and understand them when they spoke.

[monasteryofsaintatraft]

The kami bowed in return. "We are Karahaka, Kami of the Empty Graves. I am Fujimoto Oda, dokuchi rekconer in life." The kami revealed his identity. He waited for the reaction of her priest. He was ignorant, about wich were the emotions, associated to his name, within his family. Ever since his imprisonment under the Hayazhi`s dungeon, his family have become an nebulous question for him.

[azzie-beastbinder]

Kimi's attention snapped up immediately upon hearing that name. Fumihito Oda. She knew that name. "...Grandfather?" she finally asked, brow furrowing. "I... Huh. I heard that you were...captured before I was born..."

[monasteryofsaintatraft]

The crounched kami laughed.

"The hayashis. Wish that we were gifted with the gift of technomancy, to repeat their execution once again." Fumihito laughed. His laugh, was cackling as his teeths hit each others.

It stopped. Kami could heard, an tinge of shame, from his grandfather.

" . . . . I learned from hearsay and prayers, about what happened to my son, Benkei, alongside his students. . . ." The kami sat in the grass.

"So little did I accomplish with my dead, to prevent you father and uncles , from inheriting my duties." He exhaled.

". . . Haruko told me about your presence." Fuhimito sighed. "If you came to curse me, ask questions, or send an final goodbye. I am here."