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D2LE, If Yet on This Mortal Coil
Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2023 11:21 am
by Otomo Akutou
Provided a wolf has not gotten lucky, Akutou will have cleaned up and sought an early bed. It soon becomes clear, however, that he ought to have done more...
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Sakkaku continues to rebuke Akutou (failed TN 20 at 14),
https://sakkaku.org/r/11310
Re: D2LE, If Yet on This Mortal Coil
Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2023 3:34 pm
by Canary
It wasn't the sort of nightmare with screaming, monsters, or any of the rest of it.
Instead, he found himself sitting on a cushion on top of a single tatami mat. He was holding a cup of what smelled like sub-par tea. Next to him, a middle aged man dressed in a pure white kimono, folded the wrong way like a corpse, also held a cup of tea. It would all be extremely mundane if nit for the endless mists of Meido stretching in all directions beyond. Disturbingly, it immediately brought to mind the perpetual fog of the village, and the mists beyond that were too thick to penatrate.
Were they all already dead?
His thoughts are interrupted by the man next to him, his voice bored. "Let's review your performance, shall we?"
He brought up an image that floated in the air. Akutou, killed by a stray arrow in the eye, just one of many falling in a group of archers.
He waved his hand, and another - maybe a previous incarnation? - appeared. A tribal woman, killed by an age in a raid, her killer not even looking at her.
Another, a nezumi, being bitten in half by a monstrous oni while others run away.
Another, somewhere with endless sand and great sandstone buildings. He was there, somehow he recognized himself, dressed in a white linen kilt, having his own curved sword shoved into him.
So many lives, all grist in the mill of war.
The man next to him sips his tea. "Well... you've made an adequate meat shield. No one can ever take that away from you."
Re: D2LE, If Yet on This Mortal Coil
Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2023 3:46 pm
by Otomo Akutou
Akutou touches his face, finding it intact.
"I ain't doin' an impression o' th' Admiral," he says. "S' this's gotta be one o' them dreams folks've been complainin' 'bout."
He sips at his tea, makes a face at it. Then he looks the middle-aged man in the face, wondering if he recognizes him.
"Can't say's I'm a fan o' this play. Mebbe y' need 'nother audience."
He finishes the tea.
"Evenin'," he says, and makes his accustomed hat-brim gesture.
No sense bein' rude.
And he drifts off into more normal dreams, though he does not forget...
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Second attempt passes at 30,
https://sakkaku.org/r/11328
Sleeping EN, MN, LN