The Day of Thunder

snip snip snip "Well shot, Xiaochen-san," a quiet, pleased voice drifts up from one side, somewhere around the level of Xiaochen's shoulder. Otaku could be quite inconspicuous when she wasn't making an active effort to be otherwise. Xiaochen smiled before looking down at her daimyo. "Otaku-ue! Than...

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D1 ME Festival - Inv/Per TN35. Void for skill? | 4k3 ⇒ 27 (TN: 35)

Well, Ranmaru definitely made a disappointed face before handing it back. "Ranmaru. Of Togashi's clan?" He didn't really know why she was saying it that way. Well, since she was so short and unassuming, he definitely didn't think much on the significance of her name. Instead, he kept looking at Shi...

A drift of herbal steam rising from the cup gives some clue as to its humble contents. Otaku notices the young man looking and says, quietly, “Ginger.” She makes as if to hand him the cup. It’s a warming drink, and it’s a cold morning to be out without a shirt, after all. Well, if she was offering,...

Rhythmic vibrations shiver faintly through the soil of the packed dirt path--the impact of iron-shod hooves approaching at a trot. The mist swallows the sounds of hoofbeats and jingling tack for longer than it seems like it ought to. "No," a woman's voice murmurs out of the fog bank. A hoof scrapes ...

Xiaochen observed the impromptu archery contest with some attention. She'd arrived late; no need to strut her own stuff. But, then, a person liked to keep in form, and while she couldn't imagine shooting as elegantly as that Spider fella, she wasn't gonna hide in the tall grass either. She set her ...

Just as well; Otaku can appreciate a finely tuned human instrument as much as the next person, but Ranmaru is way too young for her. Among other impediments. Nursing her herbal drink in both hands, she glances up and to the side and acknowledges his presence with a nod and slight smile, not noticin...

Otaku crouches comfortably on her heels near the front of the growing group, hands wrapped around a steaming mug of hot liquid which she sips occasionally. She seems largely content to listen and observe the hubbub. Lingering next to a woman so small both amused and worried the mighty Ranmaru. Alth...

"Something wants it, at least," Otaku half-agrees, tucking her foot back into the stirrup and nudging Tsubame to begin walking in that direction. "The Fortunes would be better than... other things." The horse whuffs melancholically about the extra load, but the truth is that he's perfectly used to c...

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Mon Oct 23, 2023 9:35 am

Please send all spousal applications to my attache, Doji Hikaru.

/reads Status tags and character ages

“I thought you were his attaché…”

Otaku crouches comfortably on her heels near the front of the growing group, hands wrapped around a steaming mug of hot liquid which she sips occasionally. She seems largely content to listen and observe the hubbub. ((Can't post properly for a bit, but please poke/quote if you would like to interact...

"I think you're right. All our circles have brought us back in ." That is probably a horse-and-rider we , not a royal one, as Otaku leans forward and scritches her mount's neck as she says this. "It's the way out of the village that is most...wrong, some way." She reaches a hand down toward Ayako in...

"A Lion showed me to their camp. Also in the fields." Otaku shrugs. The beautiful gray horse shakes his head and switches his tail, showing his opinion of camping in village farmland where you weren't allowed to eat the plants in the next field over. "Don't blame yourself," she adds. "I mislike this...

I started a thread to stash the stat-block for Otaku's horse in my PF in case I need it whilst away from the book, but I realized I don't know if he should actually be an Utaku Steed at this point in the timeline or not. Should I be using the lesser Riding Horse stats instead? Or is this a case for ...

“…” Otaku looks a touch nonplussed as Omoi unfolds his rather elaborate request. “Telling tales is not my gift,” she responds eventually, soft. “I don’t know eternity. Loyalty… that, I know. But I’m not good with words.” Her lips quirk. “It’s Ide you want for those.” She nods politely to Kai. “Tsuba...

“Out of the woods,” Otaku confirms quietly. “I meant to scout the approach to the village again.” Her mouth thins. “I lost the path in the trees.”

After a moment, she lifts a hand from the saddle bow to gesture at Ayako’s load of wood. “Going to Shinsei’s camp?”

“To find what is worth your loyalty? Yes,” Shinjo says matter-of-factly. “If that’s the Emperor, well enough.”

The gray horse pushes its head against her back, and she turns to rub its nose. “I know. Camp soon.”

Horse and rider both look Ayako over in the dim light. The rider is unarmored, straight hair hanging loose over her shoulders, but the small tough hands on the horse’s reins are muscled and calloused like a warrior’s. There might be an approving look—not quite a smile—in her expression as Ayako come...

The sound of hooves crunching through frosty undergrowth punctures the chilly quiet of the woods. Before it comes close enough to be really alarming, the noise of movement stops. An equine grunt and the soft jingle of a bridle bit follows. “I know. Circles again .” The muttering voice is definitely ...

Otaku exhales a soft whuff of breath that slightly resembles a sound her equine companion might make. More words, more problems.

“So you’re not? Loyal to any of the Champions.”
It’s a mild question, seemingly quite neutral.