Session Report: 9 April 2021

”Am I being punished? Haunted? Was Ōtsu haunted?"

General Summary

In this session of Tsuwamono, the following events transpired:

1559年11月16日 0:00 (Night)

Old Ōuchi Manor

Historical Entry: Five Thousand Gold Bars

Carefully, making sure not to overcompensate and drop off into the pit below, Maxim traversed the series of catwalks beneath Old Ōuchi Manor. In defiance of his size, the Knight Commander's sabatons moved lightly on the swaying catwalks. At no point did he risk losing his balance. Soon he was across, and Nagasone Kotetsu was looking up at him with an expression of surprise. It was late, she suggested, almost midnight, in a location that was supposed to be secret. She hadn't really expected to meet Maxim again at such a time and place. In response, the knight offered that somebody of her skills probably wouldn't be asleep at this time. Kotetsu just huffed. She couldn't do that thing some did, thriving on their ki energy to the point of not really needing to sleep. The only reason she happened to be up now is because this was an important project, and she didn't want to leave it half-done. In that sense, he was lucky that she wasn't in bed. Still, regardless of the reasons, the two had met. Maxim produced the letter of recommendation and, with a sense of satisfaction, finally presented it to Nagasone Kotetsu. The smith accepted and opened it immediately. Peering at the parchment in her hands, she squinted and furrowed her brow. According to her, this was an archaic script that anyone would have trouble reading. The only reason Kotetsu could is because she'd worked with the scribes at the Imperial Archives to look up some ancient designs in the past. Just who had written it? When Maxim said, with a straight face, that it was Empress Genmei's penmanship, Kotetsu obviously had trouble holding back a laugh. Empress Genmei? Did he know how ridiculous he sounded? Maxim insisted, but the smith found the notion too difficult to believe. Someone, she said, was probably having a joke at his expense. Genmei herself had warned Maxim of this. After so many centuries, there were scant few who knew that she was still alive and active. Indeed, only Hashinara Yoshitakatomo, her* closest allies, and now Maxim himself could be counted among that number. Rather than attempting to convince Kotetsu, he decided on a different approach. He stated it simply: he needed her in order to aid The Wolfpack in their future plans. Maxim's declaration was so earnest and so forthright that Kotetsu couldn't help but find it a bit endearing. She relented. The Wolfpack would have its smith, but first, they needed to talk payment. Her rate was simple: five thousand koku, plus a portion of his daily provincial income. Maxim blinked. Five thousand koku? Sure, he still wasn't completely used to the economic system in Japan, but by his estimation, a koku must be about the same as a gold bar. This woman wanted five thousand gold bars to come work for him? That was a king's ransom! There was no way Maxim could pay that amount with his current resources, so he did what any good Hashinara general would in the situation. He called for help. Fortunately Harukor was still up despite the late hour and happy to hear from his new lord. The mercantile bear was able to put Maxim's doubts to rest. Five thousand koku would be a fortune for a peasant. Enough to keep them fed for five thousand years. But for a provincial lord... Well, Maxim might not even notice such a sum was gone. His fears allayed, Maxim was about to give his consent to Kotetsu's price. But, he wanted to make sure first. Was that cost for all of her work, or would she charge by the item as well. Kotetsu laughed. It would be the latter. Five thousand was only the price for her to move to Ago and set up shop there. That wouldn't be nearly enough to cover her work itself, even with the portion of income thrown in. Maxim mulled it over, but accepted all the same. So it was settled. Of course, Kotetsu couldn't truly join him until this job was done. The reforging of Asteria Talos was high-priority and high-paying. So, Maxim offered, they should meet after his tournament match the following morning. Then they could hash out any details. The good knight even offered to send a runner to pick her up when his match was about to begin, for which Kotetsu was grateful. That meant that she could keep working right up until. They promised to speak more later and bid each other farewell. Even if Aphrodite Ourania was busy, it seemed Maxim would get a date the next day after all. When he crossed back over the catwalks, Maxim took his time and didn't attempt anything fancy. It cost him a few more minutes, but soon he was back on solid ground and rejoining his party. That is, his two companions, Shishikura Makiko and Kitsuno, along with their guide, Arges. Indeed, it was with Arges that Maxim wanted a few more words before he left the manor. First, he warned her that he'd be sending a runner the next day to pick up Kotetsu for his match. For that, he asked Makiko and she agreed. That would make it easier on the keeper of the manor, as she'd know who to expect. Arges suggested that such an arrangement would be no problem. Then, Maxim delved a bit more into the nature of their uncommon guide. She'd created this entire chasm by magic, right? Kotetsu had said that they wouldn't need anything so extravagant unless he planned on making giant metal women of his own, but... Just in case, did Arges have the designs? The tanned cyclops had to admit that she did not. Designs, blueprints, these things were after her time. She knew all of her projects by memorization and through work with her sisters. That made sense, in its own way. Maxim nodded. Would she too, like Aphrodite, be leaving tomorrow then? This time, Arges answered in the negative. She'd only be returning to Alexandria and her sisters after this project was finished. At the moment, they weren't sure when that would be. It was certainly, Maxim admitted, an impressive job. Perhaps if they'd met under other circumstances, he and Arges could have worked together quite well. To this, the cyclops only smiled. He was, with no offense meant, far below her usual caliber of client. No offense was taken. Still, Maxim suggested, if and when Arges came back to Japan, perhaps she'd find Maxim in a more favorable situation. Then, he was off, back onto the moonlit bluff outside the manor. The heavy door slid closed and locked behind him, leaving Maxim alone with his two companions. High overhead, the moon was at its zenith. Midnight had arrived.

Yoshitakatomo Does (Not) Return

1559年11月16日 0:00 (Night)

Wakigami Castle

Historical Entry: Yoshitakatomo Does (Not) Return

Within a discreet meeting room at Wakigami Castle, Ryūzaki Sanosuke waited. Beside him, seated in awkward silence, was the man who still possessed Shōta's body. Rather, Dōhan was well and truly trapped within the lanky youth's form. This was a situation which Sanosuke felt his lord, Hashinara Yoshitakatomo could easily take advantage of, so he had brought the possessed boy here. And yet Yoshitakatomo had still not arrived. It was nearing midnight now, and she* was still on her* journey in the Dreamlands, despite many an assurance that she* would return soon. Fortunately, Sanosuke had some other matters to keep him busy. Mentally, at least. Shōta-Narinaga was resigned to simply sitting there uncomfortably until their host finally arrived. At long last, the door opened. The diminutive form revealed on the other side was not, however, Hashinara Yoshitakatomo. Instead, the Princess-Daimyō's sheele, Hashinara Kiyowara was attending in her* stead. To Sanosuke, this signified that Yoshitakatomo would not be returning. At least, not yet. Kiyowara confirmed this. The lord of the Hashinara would be remaining on the Isle of Oriab, where she* had recently encountered an Archdemon and an "Entity Beyond God". The Dreamlands truly seemed like a place where anything could happen, so Sanosuke took this news in stride. More importantly, he was here to deliver Hayashi Narinaga: the man who had possessed Shōta as well as Shigeaki Fujino and Tōdaisen Nobuhara in the recent past. A force who had been an elusive thorn in their side was now a pariah from his own clan. With his powers, it was an opportunity not to be passed up. Kiyowara agreed. Or, more precisely, Yoshitakatomo did. The intensity of connection between sheele and master varied with each individual. In Yoshitakatomo's case, the two could be said to be one and the same. The Princess-Daimyō spoke with Kiyowara's mouth and saw through her eyes. In a very real way, the connection allowed her* to be in two places at once. At this moment, she* was making use of it to tease information out of Shōta-Narinaga. It seemed that the ancient-wizard-turned-snotty-kid was indeed in a dire predicament. He had taken Shōta's body under the assumption that, as a member of the Hashinara Clan's envied tournament team, he was an important member of the clan. This could not have been further from the truth. And now, for some reason, he was trapped, unable to return his soul to its true home. Unknown to Dōhan, this was because that original body was currently rendered in only two dimensions as a tattoo on Yoshitakatomo's own back. Kiyowara did not reveal this information, and her placid expression gave away no clue that she or her master had indeed been involved in the situation. Still, Dōhan could not turn to the Mōri Clan. He had cut ties with the Hannya Sūhai, from whom he implied that he could have otherwise received mystical aid. Mōri Motonari, too, was a dead end. Dōhan was one of the few oni of enough power, practical and political, to be seen as her rival. Although they had a tenuously good relationship, Shōta-Narinaga expected that she would not hesitate to take advantage of his situation should it become known. It seemed then, that he was at the Hashinara Clan's mercy; the same organization which he'd been tasked to infiltrate. It was a cruel and ironic fate, but Yoshitakatomo did not immediately leap to exploit the poor Karō. Instead, in her* boundless wisdom, the Princess-Daimyō suggested a course of action which would benefit them both. In the southeastern reaches of Japan, the Shimazu Clan was currently operating largely unchecked. Unaffected by many of the greater conflicts taking place thanks to their easily-defendable geographic location, they had been slowly creeping northward from their territorial lands. This path, if it continued, would surely lead to conflict with the Mōri Clan. While the Shimazu and Hashinara were nominally allies, they were not close. Indeed, they had run their share of conflicts together in the past. What's more, the Shimazu Clan's continued peddling of narcotics and their flippant attitude toward the political stage were both of concern to Yoshitakatomo. With all of that taken into consideration, both the Mōri and Hashinara stood to benefit by gathering more information about the Shimazu. As it happened, a member of the Shimazu's tournament team, one Yamada Arinaga had recently fallen in battle and been taken to the Mōri Clan's infirmary beneath the arena. That was the same place where Dōhan had stolen Shōta's body. He saw the wisdom in the other's suggestion and agreed to make the same switch, escorted by Sanosuke. Then, he would deliver information about the Shimazu Clan back to the Hashinara. In exchange, Yoshitakatomo would offer her* considerable power in dealing with his missing body and the political status it represented. Then it was agreed. Through the combined cunning of Sanosuke and Yoshitakatomo, the Hashinara Clan had gained a powerful and unlikely ally. At least, for so long as he remained within their power. There were other matters yet for the Silver General to handle that night, and so he excused himself from the meeting room. First, however, they had another matter to touch on: that of Ashiya Dōman. Not a few moments prior, Aotsuki Tsukamoto had reached out about the infamous onmyōji. His own adviser, Abe no Seimei, was none too pleased about his continued activity in Japan. She'd wanted to take the fight straight to Wakigami Castle, but Aotsuki had managed to convince her of a compromise. Instead, Seimei would settle for Dōman being removed from the same plane. Fortunately, Yoshitakatomo's plans to bring Dōman with her* to the Dreamlands fit nicely within the current situation. Apart from that, Sanosuke had some matters to speak to the onmyōji about as well. With his lord's blessing, he reached out and contacted Dōman directly. While ordinarily he would speak through his many wraiths, Dōman seemed capable of direct mental communication. He was respectful, having heard Sanosuke's reputation and his deeds in Genmei's Sanctum earlier that day. The Silver General, too, maintained an air of professional respect as he asked a few questions about sheele. Could Dōman, like Seimei, summon them? A clandestine discussion followed, to which only Sanosuke, Dōman, and Fujino were party. Finally, Kiyowara set about preparing Shōta-Narinaga for his new task, while Sanosuke took his leave of Wakigami. Fujino dropped him off at his home in Nijō Castle but, before he could do anything further, a strange sound arrested his attention. It sounded like a bell being rung several times in succession. There was a strange rhythm to it. When Sanosuke counted the chimes and came up with eight, his suspicions were confirmed. He exited to the nearby castle gardens and found Umbriel there in her usual spot. The Daughter of Avatea was standing in the moonlight, ringing an ancient bell with one hand while she gazed at the Seven-Branched Sword in the other. Once aware of Sanosuke's presence, she explained her rationale in several sentences matching that same eight-tone rhythm. Apparently, Umbriel had been successful in discovering another of the Seven-Branched Sword's resonant sounds. It was the chime of a temple bell. Other bells simply wouldn't do, but she'd retrieved this one from a ruin whose ancient denizens surely wouldn't miss it. The sword had resonated with it earlier that day. In that Lunarian spirit of experimentation, Umbriel was now attempting the same to see at what point the blade's "daily" empowerments reset. As the moon reached its highest point and midnight passed, the Seven-Branched Sword vibrated once again. It was midnight, as Umbriel had expected. Suitably impressed, Sanosuke asked if she was enjoying the pursuit and whether she'd like to continue. Umbriel's answer was vague, but positive. Seeking out these tones was fun. A challenge. So long as Sanosuke was patient while she discerned the remaining three sounds, she would continue. The Silver General agreed. There was something else he may use the sword for once its last secrets had come to light as well.

Aotsuki Tsukamoto Hates This

1559年11月16日 0:00 (Night)

Ōtsu Castle

Historical Entry: Aotsuki Tsukamoto Hates This

The revelation that Hashinara Yoshitakatomo would be staying in the Dreamlands was a sobering one, but not entirely unexpected. Hosokawa Gracia and the dangerous newcomer, Carmilla, would remain with her* on Oriab. That left Aotsuki Tsukamoto and Matsumoto Ooawagaeri to guide the other members of their crew back to Earth safely. There wasn't anything but fifty feet of open coast between them and the portal now. And yet... Every time they'd drawn close to returning so far, something had happened to delay them. Aotsuki felt a dark foreboding about what tiny slice remained of their journey. Perhaps Fubuki felt it too, for she* wove the water under her* command into a swirling tunnel, connecting the bow of the Black Galleon directly to the portal. Together with their companions, the Black Blade and Golden Arm proceeded homeward... They reached the halfway point, then passed it. The portal was close now. Not but a few feet away. It seemed they'd truly manage to return home without anything happening. Then, something did. It remains a bit unclear what exactly occurred there, in that roiling tunnel of water. But something stopped them short. Fleeing impressions gripped their minds; something about a race, and a great pixelated beast. Dancing men and a horse sprinting on two legs... No, it couldn't have been anything but a strange coalescence of pure dream-energy lashing out as they drew closer to Earth. There could be no other explanation for what they saw. Still, the two were unaltered, unharmed, and their companions were fine as well. They passed through the portal and returned, finally, to Ise Grand Shrine. Yagokoro Tokuyo was waiting for them on the other side. It must have been almost midnight by that point, but the priestess was uncharacteristically chipper, as though she'd just come out of a restful sleep. The news that Yoshitakatomo would not be returning didn't seem to faze Tokuyo much. After all, the portal was right here. Their Daimyō was, in many ways, just the blink of an eye away. Now there was only the matter of taking everyone back to where they needed to be before the hour grew any later. Shigeaki Fujino appeared and took away Oyama Hikari, who had apparently made her own arrangements. Kravann was still with them as well. She needed help in making it to Ago with her Wamp corpses. Anyone who stepped up would, of course, be compensated by the Tanahase Clan. That wouldn't be much trouble for Fubuki. The Black Blade offered Kravann board on her* Earthside ship, currently docked in Ago Harbor. She'd* handle moving the Wamps there as well. Meanwhile, Aotsuki was curious about something Tokuyo had mentioned. His people were here waiting outside? He sneaked over to the temple door and, angling himself to make certain his new, golden arm was still hidden within. Without, standing as though waiting for him, was none other than Abe no Seimei. He almost missed the magical circle at her feet. Subtly drawn into the dust, it seemed to suggest a plan for Forneus that Aotsuki had explicitly promised against. Still keeping his arm hidden, Aotsuki called out mentally to Seimei. She dodged his question about the circle, instead vaguely stating that she understood he'd made a promise. Instead, the onmyōji tried to get him outside with his companions. With Forneus. It wasn't hard to guess why. Aotsuki considered the situation, then decided to sidestep it entirely. Calling upon Fujino, he asked her to pick himself and Forneus up and deliver them to Enryaku-ji without delay. Seimei could find her own way there. Despite the late hour, Fujino was still keeping busy. She delivered Kravann and the Wamps to Ago, Aotsuki and Forneus to Mount Hiei, and Fubuki to Ōtsu Castle, before returning to sort out the others. Arriving in the temple's sanctum, Aotsuki could sense the slight energy in the air from Imamura Naiku's perpetual spell of peace. The priestess was there herself, looking slightly ruffled in her ceremonial robes and with a bit of sleep still around her eyes. She made no complaint, however. Instead, Naiku expressed amazement at Aotsuki's glowing arm and the demon he'd temporarily made his companion. Forneus, meanwhile, was gazing around her with a sense of perverse delight. That wasn't a good sign. Aotsuki hoped he wouldn't regret bringing her to the temple. Aotsuki almost immediately regretted bringing Forneus to the temple. With demonic insight, the tentacled maiden seemed to immediately see into Naiku's secrets. She was having a bit of marital trouble, perhaps. Forneus could make that go away, make her husband fall for her all over again, make him totally devoted and faithful... The demoness' hand extended, two metal rings glinting in the heart of her palm. At that point, Aotsuki felt he had to step in. This, he claimed, was very dangerously close to a breach of their agreement. As is a demon's wont, Forneus contested the precise wording. Still, she must have realized she was still under Aotsuki's power, because she didn't push back too hard. There would be plenty of time for that after she was free, free to travel Japan and spread the black gospel of True Love. With another flash of light, Seimei appeared in the sanctum. She made no mention of Aotsuki's previous flight, but from the tense line of her jaw, he could tell that the onmyōji was not happy. She had only a few short questions of her own for Forneus. Their demonic guest proved to be, however, quite unhelpful. For being an Archdemon of Sheol, Forneus was shockingly unskilled in magic or the occult. Soon it became clear that Seimei wouldn't extract anything of use from her. While they spoke, Aotsuki had been thinking. He mentally shot over his conclusion to Seimei once they were finished. They'd agreed not to control or bind Forneus in any way, but banishment didn't really fall under either category, did it? Seimei didn't need any encouragement. Without even so much as a shikigami, she completed a banishment ritual on the spot and dragged Forneus into the black pits of Gehenna once again. They were rid of that nuisance for the immediate future. Somehow, Aotsuki got the impression it wasn't the last he'd see of Forneus, however. With that done, it seemed that Aotsuki owed Seimei an explanation on his shimmering golden arm. He gave it, as well as a brief rundown of what else had happened in the Dreamlands and the gift that he'd prepared for her as a souvenir. Seimei unwrapped it there and held up the smooth, horned Night-gaunt skull to the sanctum's torchlight. Her expression was, as always, difficult to read as she thanked him. Then, Seimei smiled, and Aotsuki's heart lit up. They thanked Naiku for her hospitality and then made back for Ōtsu Castle. The priestess likely needed her sleep, and it wouldn't do for both Aotsuki and Seimei to be away from their home for too long. Not with all the strange events which had plagued it lately. Meanwhle, Fubuki was unearthing the latest of those sinister events. Upon arriving in the darkened halls of Ōtsu Castle, Fubuki had encountered little more than a startled guard. They were apparently growing used to Fujino's arbitrary transport in and out of the castle, however, and soon returned back to a dull attentiveness without any challenge to the newcomer. Fubuki wandered the shadowy corridors for a time, perhaps drawn in by some slight taste of chaos on the air. Eventually, she* found it. In the close distance, just on the other side of the nearest wall, a shuffling, moaning sound. Someone was dragging their feet, groaning and complaining, in a hallway just beyond. It sounded like the ragged voice of a woman. She lamented over her ungrateful children, lurching forward all the while. A quick check on the ki spectrum confirmed Fubuki's suspicions. This was no human. Where an aura should have been was instead a dark pit, like a hole in the air. That usually meant something undead. This seemed like a good opportunity for mischief, so Fubuki phased her* way magically through the wall. There, she* encountered the very image of a vengeful Japanese ghost. A long curtain of black hair completely covered the woman's face. From the sleeve of her white kimono, a pale hand grasped at the hilt of a rusty, beaten katana, while her bare feet dragged across Ōtsu's polished floors. Fubuki didn't so much as blink. After all, the Black Blade was much more terrible than some vengeful ghost. This one's katana looked to be in terrible shape anyway. She wouldn't get too much done with that. Would she like it cleaned? In response, the specter just wailed again about her ungrateful children, her son who had left her to die, and the vengeful ass-whooping she intended to visit upon him now. The cry was so loud that Aotsuki and Seimei, having just arrived on the castle's second floor, heard it clearly. They exchanged a worried glance before rushing downstairs to join the scene. At the same time, Fubuki was asking about that son the ghost seemed to bear such a grudge against. Was it Shōta, the boy who was here the other night? She'd* seem him in Shimonoseki most recently, if so. This didn't seem to placate the spirit, who demanded to know how Fubuki dared to ask about her deadbeat son. The creature's thin hand tightened around her weapon's hilt, and she might have attacked Fubuki there, if Aotsuki and Seimei hadn't crashed onto the scene. Immediately, the spirit's attention shifted to the Castle Lord. Aotsuki "smelled of her son," a statement that he surely would have taken as quite the insult if he'd had any idea what was going on. The ghost drew her weapon... Or, rather, she drew nothing. Fubuki had stealthily magicked the other's katana out of its sheath and was now examining the battered blade with an expression of grave disappointment. This didn't stop the spirit, however. She made a series of cutting motions at Aotsuki, a fierce flurry of attacks. As she was holding literally nothing in her hand, however, that didn't accomplish much. With his characteristic calmness in the face of absurd chaos, Aotsuki managed to tease out a bit more of what had brought the specter here. Her "worthless son and conniving daughter" had left her sick and dying in their home village. Now she'd come back as a ghost to wreak her revenge. That sounded like Shōta and Shōjō... Aotsuki began to feel a twinge of pity for the strange woman. Had they really abandoned their dying mother like that? It seemed such a tragedy. Meanwhile, Fubuki attempted to untangle the ghost's hair. Her* conjured comb immediately got stuck in that convoluted black mass. All attempts to dislodge the thing failed, so Fubuki just left it. She* could always just cancel the spell later. Before Aotsuki could offer his sympathies, the nearest door slid forcefully open. Shōjō stood there. Of course it was Shōjō. The ratty girl, now back to her scummy usual self, decried all of Okājo's ramblings. Their mother was always like this, and anything about her dying because of their neglect was just lies. She'd been this way ever since their father had been locked up. That was the true tragedy. Shōjō apologized and apologized again that she and Okājo had brought such misfortune upon his house. If he could find it in himself to donate a small fund for their traveling expenses, she'd take her mother home and make sure that Okājo received the care she deserved. She was sick after all. Once again, Fubuki spoke up: Okājo didn't seem that sick. An awkward silence followed for a moment. Then, the "ghost" let out an unconvincing cough. Aotsuki squeezed his eyes shut to dull the oncoming headache. To think that he'd almost felt sorry for these charlatans. Was he cursed? Haunted? Was Ōtsu Castle haunted? Was that why the Oda Clan had given it up so easily? He didn't know, but he was currently seriously debating just paying these two off so that they'd leave. First, though, he had to try. He could just take them home. Immediately. Now. To their village, wherever the heck that might be. With a dramatic wave of her arm, Shōjō refused his offer. Their home was far, far away, she claimed. Further than even his great power could reach. Therefore, they needed a huge amount of wealth to make the journey on their own. Fifty thousand koku, at least. Aotsuki goggled. That was a literal fortune. Enough to pay a year's salary to his greatest retainer, five times over. There was no way he would be shelling out that kind of koku. In desperation, he called out to Naiku again. Aotsuki knew that he'd probably be waking her, but the situation was dire. As a last-ditch effort, he asked the priestess to cast a spell of location on whatever passed as "home" for Shōjō and her mother. Naiku didn't immediately answer. She was hesitant to do so even when he asked. The spell had indicated Ōtsu itself, she said. It was coming from inside the castle. That brought a scowl to Aotsuki's face. What the yomi did that mean? It wasn't of any use to him right now, regardless. Instead, Aotsuki took the plunge. He reached out and brushed Okājo's sooty robes with his glowing fingers, invoking the light of Amaterasu to heal whatever might plague the woman. For a moment, nothing happened. Then, from the point where Aotsuki had touched her, a glowing golden sheen began to spread across Okājo's skin. It continued, engulfing the ghostly woman until she was glowing like a living, golden statue. Aotsuki blinked. That had never happened before. Okājo herself seemed rapturous, but Shōjō was incensed. He'd just turned her mother into a freak! Obviously he had to pay reparations. He was up to seventy-thousand koku now. At around that point, Fubuki grew a tail. It was large, vulpine, and black. The thing wrapped around Okājo's golden form and lifted her into the sky. Fubuki floated toward the ceiling, drifting slowly, and wailing ghostily about how she* was fading away. Immediately, Okājo took up the chant as well. Now Aotsuki had done it. He'd gone and lost Shōjō's mother. When the young lord tried to point out that Okājo was literally still right there, his protests fell on deaf ears. He'd have to take responsibility and help Shōjō find the missing woman. Fortunately, she had just the thing. For an extra five thousand koku, Shōjō would throw in these magical dowsing stones that would show them the clearest path to Okājo. To Aotsuki, they just looked like crummy rocks with white-paint arrows on them. He was speechless. Then, Fubuki took matters into hand. Or tail. Growing another of the things, she* this time wrapped it around Shōjō. The girl continued babbling, demanding seventy-five thousand koku even as Fubuki slowly floated away out of the corridor. Eventually, Shōjō's ranting became quieter with distance, and then vanished. At no point did she seem to struggle. Finally, Aotsuki, Seimei, and his sheele were alone in the corridor. Throughout, the onmyōji hadn't said anything, hadn't let herself be drawn into this nonsense. Perhaps that was her legendary wisdom at work. Aotsuki truly didn't know how to react and just stood there for a time, looking at the "dowsing stones" dropped haphazardly on the floor where Shōjō had stood. They were pointing exactly in the opposite direction of where Okājo had gone.

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+6 Total Kuma Commendations

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New map: Isle of Oriab
New character: Okājo

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09 Apr 2021

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Ōtsu Castle

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Wakigami Castle

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Session Report: 9 April 2021

”Am I being punished? Haunted? Was Ōtsu haunted?"

General Summary

In this session of Tsuwamono, the following events transpired:

1559年11月16日 0:00 (Night)

Old Ōuchi Manor

Historical Entry: Five Thousand Gold Bars

1559年11月16日 0:00 (Night)

Wakigami Castle

Historical Entry: Yoshitakatomo Does (Not) Return

1559年11月16日 0:00 (Night)

Ōtsu Castle

Historical Entry: Aotsuki Tsukamoto Hates This

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