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Episode 35: Secrets and Lies

RPGNow - Sat, 10/01/2011 - 10:47
 Secrets and LiesPublisher: Idle Red Hands

In this episode, we talk about how to best use lying and secrecy in your games.

The secrets of this episode:

Wayne’s d100 joke was originally Lyal’s. It was also originally funny.

Wayne has never seen Goodfellas, and Lyal has never seen Family Guy. This actually won’t seem like much of a secret after you listen to the episode.

Chris initially had a joke where he said the episode was about fantasy. Get it? It was a lie. It’s no secret why this “joke” never made it in.

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Episode 34: Pantheon Pandemonium: Norse Play

RPGNow - Sat, 10/01/2011 - 10:18
 Norse PlayPublisher: Idle Red Hands

Praise not the day until evening has come; praise not a woman until she is burnt; praise not a sword until it is tried; praise not a maiden until she is married; praise not ice until it is crossed; praise not beer until it is drunk; praise a podcast any time. -Norse proverb (well, most of it)

In this episode, we discuss the Norse pantheon. We also uncover startling parallels between the Aesir and a certain American subculture.

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Fantastic Maps: Over The Rooftops

RPGNow - Sat, 10/01/2011 - 09:52
 Over The RooftopsPublisher: Rite Publishing

Fantastic Maps: 

Over The Rooftops

Jonathan Roberts cartographer for Kobold Quarterly, The Breaking of Forstor Nagar, and Adventures in the Hyborian Age, presents another Fantastic Map: "Over The Rooftops".

This multi-page PDF allows you to print out the battlemap at a 1 square=1 inch scale as a letter-format or A4 map and is also available in a printer-friendly light grayscale version. High-Resolution JPEGs of the maps with and without grids, along with individual images for the barricades, ladders, lightning ballista, target areas, and wagons. The file also contains a MapTool file set up for quick use in a 4E, PFRPG, or any OGL game. The MapTool file requires MapTool 1.3b86 or newer to work.

You can find more of Jonathan Roberts' work at his blog HERE

Created as part of The Breaking of Forstor Nagar (PFRPG).Price: $2.99
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The Crazy GM Presents: Lost Kingdoms Setting

RPGNow - Sat, 10/01/2011 - 09:24
 Lost Kingdoms SettingPublisher: The Crazy GM
Once upon a time, adventurers would embark out to explore new places and make a name for them. But this doesn’t seem to be the case anymore. It seems that recently all adventures are written the assumption that epic world changing events are required to have a good time. This is NOT one of those settings. This is my attempt to bring back the good old days of adventuring for the sake of adventuring. No plot hooks requiring intricate weaves of politics and social economics. This is about having fun and fun shouldn’t require hours of preparation.Price: $0.00
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RPGNow - Sat, 10/01/2011 - 05:13
QuadPublisher: Avalon Game Company


They say chess takes a day to learn and a lifetime to master.  On the other hand, children have mastered the idea of playing make believe, but it takes a lifetime to learn the rules of TRPGs.


QUAD strives for two goals:  to be fairly simple and simply fair.  The game is designed to be short and simple to learn, with enough possibilities to keep veteran players interested.


The character creation system is designed so you can create a detailed character quickly.  It also strives to create balanced characters: there should be no ways to 'max out' the rules to make a character more powerful than she should be.


One inherent downsiide of simplicity is that realism suffers.  QUAD doesn't claim to recreate real life; it is a game designed to allow action and adventure.  QUAD does make some attempts to maintain realism as a means of game balance. 


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101 New Skill Uses (PFRPG)

RPGNow - Sat, 10/01/2011 - 05:02
101 New Skill Uses (PFRPG)Publisher: Rite Publishing
Got skills?

101 New Skill Uses gives you – yes, you guessed it – 101 New Skill Uses, that will help you roll the dice on a new way of doing things.  

From leaping charges into battle, to intricate seductions that leave you with a willing informant, to skill uses that suppress cursed magic items, along with a way to get magic items to activate faster, and using the heal skill to harm, 101 New Skill Uses brings a host of new options and risks to your character’s actions. 

Wholly compatible with the Pathfinder RolePlaying Game, 101 New Skill Uses is designed so that almost every new use has a penalty for failure, with DCs that scale based on the opponent or subject you attempt to use it against; avoiding fixed DCs when possible, and/or DCs based on intentional attempts at an amazing success with a skill. 

Get yours now and see if you have the skill it takes. Price: $5.99
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The Arcane Armory

RPGNow - Sat, 10/01/2011 - 05:02
The Arcane ArmoryPublisher: Creation's Edge Games
The Arcane Armory for 4th Edition Dungeons & Dragons® contains over 130 new magic items for magic users. From the back cover: How much magic is too much? Do you really have to ask? Can you ever have too much magic? The little gnomes here at Creation's Edge Games don't think so. That's why they created this supplement; a book of magic items for magic users. That's right; we don't even think that characters with magic flowing through their veins have enough magic. This Dungeons & Dragons® game supplement contains dozens of new magic items designed with warlocks and wizards in mind. Featuring extraordinary artwork from rising fantasy illustrator Carlos "Celurian" Torreblanca and stunning stock art provided by Sade, The Arcane Armory presents dozens of unique new armor, masks, rods, staffs, tomes, and wands you won't find anywhere else.Price: $6.00
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September 19, 2011: Talk Like A Pirate Day

Steve Jackson Games - Sat, 10/01/2011 - 05:00

Aye, it be that day again! We be flyin' our Jolly Roger an' generally bein' swashbucklerrific.Jolly Roger, arrrr!

An' we might be playin' some Munchkin Booty. T' my everlastimatin' regret, we will not be clearin' th' decks for a session of Evil Stevie's Pirate Game. But I will definitously be logifyin' inta Puzzle Pirates. Because this be our day. Arrrrrr!

-- Steve Jackson


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GAMERS Newspaper - Sept 2011

RPGNow - Sat, 10/01/2011 - 02:47
GAMERS Newspaper - Sept 2011Publisher: OGO Publications, Inc

Free Publication from the creators of the D20 Girls Magazine.

Gaming Articles Monthly Editorials and Remarkable Stories.

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Savage Insider Issue 2

RPGNow - Fri, 09/30/2011 - 19:00
Savage Insider Issue 2Publisher: Mystical Throne Entertainment

Savage Insider Issue 2: How the Dice Roll is all about what the community does with their gaming. The pillar article, Savage Worlds as an Educational Tool, takes a look how to turn role-playing games into a tool for homeschooling.

How the Dice Roll is a cross-genre issue with content covering fantasy, sci-fi, and horror along with supporting general interest articles.

Issue 2 includes the following:

  • 3 fleshed out adversaries
  • 9 new weapons
  • A Savage Insider exclusive add-on for Beasts & Barbarians
  • Part 2 of the Crypt of the Crystal Lich fiction series
  • The first in the Echoes of Rome fiction series
  • Part 2 of the Deadlands comics series The Kid
  • A sci-fi adventure
  • And much more!
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Space Cases!

RPGNow - Fri, 09/30/2011 - 18:43
Space Cases!Publisher: Skortched Urf' Studios

In the Galaxy Command rulebook, I mentioned that in the spirit of 70s sci-fi, players can re-skin baseline humans as human-like aliens. These re-skinned humans keep the human racial traits, but have the kind of minor physical alterations that a low budget TV show might use to create its aliens. These ‘aliens’ might just be human actors with elf ears glued to them, painted skin or fake pair of antennas added.

Spacecases takes this reskinning concept a few steps farther. You’re not just building a one shot alien race for your campaign, you’re building the bumbling kind of extraterrestrial comic relief that 70s and early 80s TV was known for. Spacecases makes use of tons of random trait charts. The goal of this sourcebook isn’t a freeform humanoid alien creation systemrather you’re building a fun to play sidekick from an alien culture you make up as you go along, and that is played mostly for laughs. The feats, racial abilities and cultural quirks are designed with screw-ball space comedy in mind.

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Episode 79 - Grand Masquerade Roundtable

RPGNow - Fri, 09/30/2011 - 17:06
Episode 79 - Grand Masquerade RoundtablePublisher: White Wolf

Episode 79 - Grand Masquerade Roundtable

* Eddy, Rich, and Justin talk about the Grand Masquerade, as well as the V20 conversation during and after the show. They talk about their porn names, and Justin bitches about not getting his own copy of the book.


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Pathfinder Battles Preview: Goblins on the March!

Paizo - Fri, 09/30/2011 - 17:00

Pathfinder Battles Preview: Goblins on the March!

Friday, September 30, 2011

When we put together the set list for our first major Pathfinder Battles set, Heroes & Monsters, we knew it needed to contain several goblins. Ever since James Jacobs and Wayne Reynolds reimagined these classic monsters in the very first Pathfinder Adventure Path volume, “Burnt Offerings,” these little green-skinned bastards have been sort of unofficial mascots for the Pathfinder brand. They just had to be represented in the set.

The behind-the-scenes images below show the unpainted master sculpts of two of the goblins included in the Heroes & Monsters set. As WizKids’ sculptors pretty much translated our critters directly into three dimensions, we did not require any changes to their look.

The image below shows the goblins in their full-color glory. We asked WizKids to darken the greens a bit on these little guys, so the final production models will come off a little less day-glo than they appear here, but you can get a good sense of how nasty the goblins will look when they come chomping into your life in December!

They be plasticrack, you be food!

Next Week: I have no idea which images we’ll preview next week, but I am confident they will look awesome. Let me know what minis or Pathfinder Battles information you’d like to see, and I’ll do my best to reveal it here in seven days!

Erik Mona

Tags: Goblins, Miniatures, Pathfinder Battles

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Ten Dollars for Ten Days: Seismic, Recess & Grand Tribunal Promotion!

Atlas Games - Fri, 09/30/2011 - 16:29
We need some space in the warehouse, and these three games need more exposure! For the next ten days, Atlas Games is offering an amazing bargain: You can have three of our board games -- Seismic, Recess, and Grand Tribunal -- for only $10 plus shipping/handling. That's $10 total for all three, a $79.85 retail value!

The shipping/handling charge is $11 to US destinations, $28 to Canada or Mexico, and $46 anywhere else that we can ship to via the Postal Service.  (For our international fans, remember that Seismic and Recess both include rules in English, Spanish, French and German.)

Why the crazy deal? Like I said, we need to free up warehouse space, and it seems like the best way to get it would be to move a bunch of these games directly from our warehouse into some gamer hands. We also hope that some folks trying these games and liking them will lead to more sales (at full price) from more customers in the future.

You can use this button to order and pay through PayPal:

Shipping DestinationShip to USA $21.00Ship to Canada/Mexico $38.00Ship Elsewhere $56.00
Hurry!  This offer ends Monday, October 10th.
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Sneak Peek at Cradle & Crescent

Atlas Games - Fri, 09/30/2011 - 16:20
Get a glimpse of the goodness by downloading the Table of Contents for our next Ars Magica release all about the Mythic Middle East, The Cradle & The Crescent. It's so packed full, that we had to give it an extra 48 pages! The book will be going to press next week, in plenty of time for its November release date.
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The Blacksmith's Burden

RPGNow - Fri, 09/30/2011 - 15:45
The Blacksmith's BurdenPublisher: John Ross Rossomangno
The Blacksmith's Burden
A Dungeons & Dragons 4th Edition Sidetrek


When the party arrives in the small village of Goldendale they find a shortage of metal goods and a community upset with the lack of production. Despite their admiration for the village blacksmith, folks are growing concerned about his inability to complete the simplest jobs even though they hear the ring of his hammer throughout the night...

This short sidetrek is intended for a party of 5 characters (levels 1 - 3) and can be incorporated into any setting. It is well suited for those times when adventurers go "looking for excitement" while stopping off in a backwater town on the way to their next quest.

With three combat encounters in addition to details regarding the various NPC's and features in the village of Goldendale, this quick adventure features hooks at the start and finish to draw the characters in as well as spur on further adventures. The encounters feature tactical maps and stat blocks for all creatures involved.

Price: $1.99
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Never Ask Directions

RPGNow - Fri, 09/30/2011 - 14:43
Never Ask DirectionsPublisher: John Ross Rossomangno
Never Ask Directions A Dungeons & Dragons 4th Edition Sidetrek


When the party finds themselves lost and unable to locate their next adventure, this sidetrek introduces the halfling Carum Half-hand who is all too eager to point them in the right direction. And that direction follows an agenda of his own...

This short sidetrek is intended for a party of 5 characters (levels 1 - 3) and can be incorporated into any setting. It is best used when the party has either strayed to far from their initial quest or to fill in the "blank spaces" on the map when the party goes right when they should have headed left.

With two combat encounters in addition to the encounter (or possible combat) with Carum Half-hand, this quick adventure features hooks at the start and finish to draw the characters in as well as spur on further adventures. The encounters feature tactical maps and stat blocks for all creatures involved.

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Extreme Edge Volume Two, Issue Eight

RPGNow - Fri, 09/30/2011 - 14:35
Extreme Edge Volume Two, Issue EightPublisher: Dakkar Unlimited
More of The Bleeding Edge!

Is it a magazine for showing Hot Chicks doing Extreme Sports? Or is it a secret communication to the warriors in the battle for the future and destiny of mankind?

Kale Fleigh, the enigmatic editor of Extreme Edge Magazine, isn't telling. But with any luck, the information in these pages will save the lives of some adventurers, or at least give them the chance to go down fighting!

In this issue...

  • Cover Girls Mist and Smoke Salari!
  • We Review the Gunderson AR-15 Pistol!
  • Fifi Reviews the Ishitawa Servomech 2!
  • Editorial: "Friggin' Robots"

When you live on the Extreme Edge, you're always a razor blade's width away from catastrophe... and you need a magazine that understands you. Welcome to the Extreme Edge!

(This is a supplement for Hot Chicks: The Roleplaying Game. You will need the Core Rulebook to play.)

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Image Portfolio Platinum Edition 8: Storn Cook

RPGNow - Fri, 09/30/2011 - 13:19
 Storn CookPublisher: LPJ Design
Image Portfolio Platinum Edition is the premier line of online PDF art resource that gaming companies can use. All the art pieces in this art resource can be used in any of their upcoming RPG ideas or projects. When a person acquires Image Portfolio, any of the art in the PDF can be used in any of their own products as if they owned it them. This is due to the limited licensing agreement of Image Portfolio. This specific Image Portfolio contains 5 full color images of superhero character design images. Price: $9.99
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The Life of a Warrior

AEG - Fri, 09/30/2011 - 12:44

The saga of a brave Hida warrior and his life of duty on behalf of the Crab Clan.

The Life of the Warrior

By Brian Yoon

Edited by Fred Wan


Part One

Month of the Tiger, 1173


Hida Demopen knew his life would end here.

The last few moments slowed to a crawl. His grip on the tetsubo tightened as the weapon sped faster and faster toward its target. Its target was an ugly face of grey and brown, peppered with ivory bone protrusions that erupted out from random spots. The jade studs of his tetsubo sizzled into the skin on contact and the monster screamed in indignant pain. The weapon splintered and shattered into a thousand pieces even as it crushed its target.

The monster struck out at the same time. Its impossibly long arm raked out with its dozen claws. Demopen felt the creature swipe across his stomach as if the armor plates weren’t there. The pain didn’t stop as the claws continued down his body and ripped through his right leg from joint to toe.

Monster and samurai crumpled to the ground together.

Life sped up again, and he could feel his ragged breath catching in his throat. The pain tore through him with every breath, drowning out nearly everything in his mind. He could feel his insides beginning to seep out of his armor.

After years of fighting hardened, elite Destroyers, it would be a normal oni that would spell his demise.

“Don’t worry,” a young voice suddenly interrupted his morbid thoughts. “I will slice your head when you die. You won’t threaten your comrades.”

He opened his eyes. They focused on a young boy of seven, kneeling beside his head. The baby-faced boy did not pay any mind to the demon’s fallen body beside him. His surprisingly kind eyes were focused on the fallen warrior. He held a sharp wakizashi in one hand, and cradled Demopen’s head with the other.

“I’ve done it before,” the boy continued. “I don’t like it, but it’s better than… what would happen otherwise.”

Demopen struggled to speak, but nothing came out.

“I don’t know why you are here by yourself,” the boy said. “It’s hell beyond our castle walls, and it’s not much better inside. I’m sorry if you came to help us.”

“He is not alone,” Kuni Shikehime said.

The boy looked up calmly and simply stepped aside when the shugenja approached.

“He is a foolish commander who travels forward with the scouts, when all of his advisors tell him to stay with the command group,” Shikehime said. Demopen tried to tell her of his burning desire to save the Hiruma, but once again his voice failed him.

“There is a bright side,” she continued. “If it were a year earlier, there would be no point in trying to save you from the corruption.” Her hands placed firmly on his chest as she checked on his wounds. She frowned.

“Help me, boy,” she said. The boy approached and obediently pulled out charms and items to sacrifice to the kami. Demopen slipped in and out of consciousness as the Kuni shugenja worked feverishly to keep him alive. More and more Kuni shugenja joined the efforts.

Demopen opened his eyes and saw the boy’s face inches from his own. “What’s your name?” he murmured.

“Hiruma Ichiro,” the boy answered promptly. “I’m going to take the name of Tensin if I survive to my gempukku.”

“Keep silent, Demopen-sama,” Shikehime said.

He ignored her. “Are the Hiruma alive?”

The boy nodded. “They ignored us for a long time. They simply moved past us. Father said they were looking for something north of us. Iwata-san kept us alive, because he never abandoned us. A few months ago, though, the monster started to go crazy. They threw themselves against each other, and against us. Father says we won’t have enough food in two weeks, then we’ll make a run for the northern Crab lands. I don’t think we’ll make it through, though—”

The boy kept talking. It was dire news, but Demopen felt relief wash over him. He had arrived in time.


* * * * *


Month of the Tiger, 1175


He could see the shape of two samurai in the middle of the tent. He made slow progress toward the meeting. The shugenja’s blessing had healed the worst of the wounds he suffered during that march towardHirumaCastle, but he feared he would keep the limp with him for the rest of his days. He entered the tent, and the servants effortlessly melted from his path. He bowed deeply and froze when he raised his head.

“Welcome, Hida Demopen,” Kaiu Iemasa said. He turned to gesture to the other warrior in the tent, but she needed no introduction. Bayushi Miyako nodded in acknowledgement and turned back to the maps spread out before her.

“Iemasa-sama, Bayushi-sama, I apologize for my tardiness,” Demopen said. He gestured to his leg, but Iemasa waved the apology away.

“Tell me of your progress in the Lion lands,” the Kaiu daimyo ordered. The Scorpion Clan Champion’s head rose and her undivided attention fell upon the newcomer.

Demopen stared directly forward and dared not sneak a glance at the Scorpion Champion. “The Crab and Scorpion forces under my command met withMatsuFumiyo-san in the southern Lion lands several months ago. Our combined might scoured the Lion lands and destroyed every last remnant of the undead creatures within the northern lands. On our return, both Crab and Scorpion units have taken station around the pit.”

“Did you destroy the leader of the hordes?” Iemasa asked.

Demopen shook his head and noticed that Miyako seemed unsurprised at the news. Perhaps he had not been the first to return from the Lion lands, after all.

“We found no trace of the Disgrace, as it is known,” Demopen said. He knew it was imprudent to mention the name in front of Bayushi Miyako, but he was too tired to mince words. She did not seem to react.

“Your accomplishments have reached Reiha-sama herself,” Iemasa said casually, as if he were speaking of the weather. “She has decided to keep you in these lands, since you are already accustomed to fighting in this terrain.”

“I understand,” Demopen answered on reflex. “What are my duties?”

Bayushi Miyako entered the conversation for the first time. “Protect my lands, Demopen, so Iemasa-san can finish construction of the Scorpion Wall.”


Part Two

Month of the Hare, 1176


He knew he didn’t belong here, in the greatest of the restored Scorpion courts.  He tugged on one of the pleats in his hakama and lightly rubbed his fingers on the soft fabric. How long had it been since he had last worn such delicate clothing? It all seemed hazy. It had been his cousin’s wedding to… someone. What was her name?

He frowned. What was his cousin’s name? Perhaps the fatigue was catching up to him in his time of reprieve, he mused. And the best cure for that would be…

“Demopen-san! How fortunate you were able to make it.”

He had not expected a courtier’s voice to sound so gruff, but Yasuki Tenzo was a Crab forged from their toughest stock. Demopen turned to face his host. Tenzo was built like a warrior, but that was not uncommon among the courtiers of the Crab. He had served as an ambassador and liaison for a decade, bringing fame and respect to his Clan.

Few outside the Clan knew about his dark heritage. His father, Yasuki Nokatsu, had been a powerful warrior and dedicated taskmaster before his transformation into the Dark Oracle of Earth. Nokatsu had terrorized the Empire for decades before he was finally destroyed by thePhoenix. The Crab had tested the boy for months before they realized that the son shared none of his father’s connection to the evil realm. Tenzo had proven his worth many times over since the start of his career.

“Fortune has nothing to do with it,” Demopen said defensively. “Benjiro-sama threatened to reassign me permanently to Shiro Doji if I continued to ignore your letters.”

“Good,” Tenzo replied promptly. “Now you know there are worse alternatives should you continue to be stubborn.”

Demopen ignored the banter and looked down at himself. “I feel like a fop.”

“You should feel like a fop clad in the latest fashions. You fit right in here with the best of the representatives of the Great Clans,” the courtier replied.

“Am I supposed to feel comforted by that thought?” Demopen said, shaking his head. Tenzo laughed, and Demopen thought unkindly that the sound resembled an asthmatic dog’s bark. The courtier turned and began to walk away without a second glance in his direction. Demopen hurried to match the man’s pace. They entered the well maintained gardens and made their ways through the route, their sandals softly scuffing the stone pathway.

“Tell me, have you given thought to your life away from the battlefield?” Tenzo asked without turning to face him.

“No. How could I think of anything but the battlefield, when the Empire is so clearly suffering?” Demopen elaborated.

Tenzo bowed and threw a roguish grin at a pair of Crane as they scooted out of their way. They giggled and hid their faces behind fluttering fans. He turned back to his companion after they passed by. They were now standing alone in a secluded corner of the gardens. The Scorpion had crafted the garden well. The pair could stare out at the winding path and see those approaching, but could not be overheard by anyone except those standing closest to them.

“I applaud you for your noble sentiment,” he said, “but you are no longer a young bushi with everything to prove. You no longer have the luxury of such simple ideals.”

Demopen bristled. “Are you suggesting that I’m just posturing? I mean everything I said.”

Tenzo stopped and turned to face him, a frown pasted across his face. He raised a palm to the younger man’s chest. “Let down your guard, Demopen. I am not your enemy and I am not trying to engineer your doom.”

A moment passed between the pair as they stared at each other. The Yasuki’s steely gaze did not relent, and it was the commander who finally backed down. He turned away and looked at the immaculately kept trees. The cherry trees held no blossoms yet at the turn of the year, but their hosts had managed to make them look attractive and welcoming.

“I apologize,” Demopen finally said. “I’m not comfortable here. I guess I am just overcompensating.”

Tenzo shrugged. “You are doing better than most. Many young bushi seem to take the dangers of court for granted, and it is better to be wary than reckless when diving into courtly affairs. Still, you don’t need to take that stance with me. I am here to help you.”

“If you truly want to help me, let me know what I can do to wrap this meeting up. I want to help you and go back to my camp,” the Hida said.

Tenzo laughed, and the comparison to a dog only strengthened in Demopen’s mind. His amusement immediately disappeared at Tenzo’s next words. “As you please. I want to offer you a bride. You will see her today.”

The commander’s face fell. “I’ve had this discussion several times before with the Yasuki matchmakers back home. I’m needed on the battlefield. I don’t have the time right now.”

The Yasuki raised an eyebrow and tilted his head to the side. “I apologize if I somehow gave you the impression that you have a choice in the matter.”

Demopen’s hands clenched into fists by reflex, and he slowly flexed them loose. “Thank you for your offer, but there must be better candidates for your… help. I am very comfortable with my life.”

Tenzo barked again. “You want to avoid change because you are comfortable? Your reputation made me believe you were a brave warrior. I didn’t expect to meet a coward.”

Demopen ignored the insult for the weak goading it was. “Why are we meeting here, then, instead of returning to the Crab lands?”

There was no answer, and the truth slowly dawned on him. His jaw dropped. “You want me to marry a Scorpion?”

“You’ve championed them before to Benjiro-sama,” Tenzo answered. “You called them brave warriors and noble comrades. Was it all just an affectation?”

“There is a difference between fighting alongside their bushi on the battlefield and accepting the serpent into my own home,” Demopen said morosely.

“Don’t be absurd,” the Yasuki snapped. “You are well aware of the situation. Jigoku is strengthening its grip in the center of the empire. They have little experience and even less expertise in defending their lands against this threat, but they will not accept help from outsiders. They must accept our help if Rokugan is to survive, and the only way they will do that is if they consider the source to be family.”

“Then you should arrange the marriage of someone important to their Clan,” the bushi protested.

“You are important, fool!” Tenzo said. “You are the celebrated commander who led men on the front lines of the Destroyer War for nearly the entire war. You fought your way toHirumaCastle and rescued our beleaguered companions before they starved to death in their fortress. You are defending the heart of the Empire from the reach of corruption.”

A smile rose to the courtier’s face. “I suppose it helps that I have been singing your praises in court for months to prepare for this event.”

The Hida remained silent for several moments as the thoughts tumbled together. His companion simply waited and watched intently. Finally he admitted defeat. “Who is she?”

“Bayushi Naruhi, daughter of Bayushi Nanu and Bayushi Oruko,” Tenzo replied promptly. “Her father was a famous swordsman and sensei in his day. Her younger brother Toshimo just entered the Bitter Lies Swordsman school. More importantly, she is distantly related to the royal Bayushi bloodline. There she is now.”

Demopen looked across the garden and spotted the group. She was surrounded by several servants as she made her way slowly down the path. She stopped at one of the cherry trees and admired its natural beauty. She turned to her companion and said something. When the servant replied, she laughed. The sound floated across the garden and a memory came to him unbidden. He was a young man out of gempukku traveling through theTwilightMountains. He remembered the purity of the waterfall and the way his breath fogged in the pristine mountain morning.

“You’ve arranged this well,” Demopen murmured.

“This is what I do, after all,” the Yasuki replied. “What do you think of her? I hear she’s very beautiful. You will not be disappointed.”

“Hard to tell with her mask,” Demopen muttered.

She looked up. Their eyes met. “Naruhi,” he said, testing the shape of the word in his mouth.

Tenzo smiled.

* * * * *


Month of the Horse, 1176


It was a small affair. His parents had long since passed and his sisters had all perished in the numerous wars of recent years. Only Yasuki Tenzo represented his connections to the Crab Clan. Bayushi Naruhi’s party was only slightly larger. Her parents waited in the wings, and her smiling brother knelt beside them.

He approached the shrine toward the waiting shugenja. He could feel her warmth beside him, but he did not dare turn his head. Every few steps, he could see the white of her kimono out of the corner of his eye. His gait was only slightly marred by the limp that had never left him, but she matched his pace perfectly.

In a flash, they were standing in front of the Soshi. He knelt slowly and bowed his head as the shugenja chanted prayers of purification to the kami. The words flowed past him. He was trembling slightly. It was soon his turn. He stood and recited the words he had memorized, all the while staring forward at the shrine.

“I will be your husband,” he said clumsily, almost tripping over the words. “I will provide for you and our family. I will honor you and accept you into my home.” His words continued, then he knelt again.

He was offered a small cup of sake and he welcomed the slight burning in his throat. A larger cup was placed in his hand, and he took three more sips of the purified sake. He took the final cup, the largest yet, and placed it to his lips. He could not help but sneak a glance at Naruhi. She looked composed, delicate – perfect. He took three more sips and his part was done.

The Soshi placed a branch of a cherry blossom tree on the ground and began to whisper to the kami once more. It slowly burnt as an offering to the kami. Demopen watched the embers until they finally disappeared.

The couple stood and separated, walking toward their respective parties. Yasuki Tenzo stepped forward and bowed to the young man.

“Congratulations,” Tenzo said. “Your family would have been overjoyed.”

Demopen bowed back. “Thank you, Tenzo-san.”

The two men turned back without a further word to face the bride’s family as the final portion of the ceremony began. Naruhi stood in front of her husband in her wedding kimono as the shrine maidens approached her. The maidens helped unfasten the outermost layer of her clothes and took the pieces away, folded carefully in their hands. The dress of white slowly unraveled to reveal the red kimono beneath. Her former life with her parents and her family was over, and she would begin anew by his side.

Cherry blossoms slowly drifted to the ground around her, framing her for his memory. Everyone watched as he walked forward and stopped inches from her. There was only one more thing to do. She was wearing red now, except for her mask. The elaborate visor covered the top of her face down to her nose. It was a white Scorpion, beautifully crafted with tiny dark blue gems dotted along the side. She tilted her face upwards in implicit approval.

His fingers trembled as they grasped the sides of her mask. It unfastened easily in his hands, and he lifted the mask away from her face. It would be the last time she would wear a mask.

Her eyes shined brightly with hope.

She was beautiful.

“Demopen-sama,” Naruhi said softly. It was the first thing she had ever said to him.

He could not help but smile.


Part Three

Month of the Serpent, 1189


He woke up in the dead of night and his hands immediately reached for the katana by his bedside. He pushed himself upright and scanned the room for what it was that had roused him from his slumber. He felt his wife stir awake beside him but he ignored the movement and focused.

Perhaps in his youth, he might have heard the signs of distress a few seconds earlier. He finally heard it after another beat. The sound of a distant scream reached him, then the sounds of chanting.

He bolted to his feet and ran out of the bedroom without bothering to dress. His feet slipped into his sandals on reflex and he rushed as fast as he could in the direction of the sounds. His estate was one of the closest to the Scorpion Wall, and he would be one of the first to arrive from the outside should the unthinkable happen. Devastation ran through his mind and he only quickened his pace, ignoring the shooting pain that rose from his leg. He knew it wasn’t the brightest idea to rush forward towards demons without armor, but it was his Wall.

He turned the corner and met mayhem.

The Haruno no Oni dropped the bisected remains of a Hida warrior to the ground. It was easily ten feet tall, covered head to toe with large red plates of impenetrable armor. The giant lowered to its haunches and began to devour the remains of the bodies piled around him. It dug into the stomach of some Shiba warrior lying beside it with gusto. The rest of thePhoenixassociates were strewn around the meal. They never had a chance.

Demopen drew his katana and let the sheath fall to the ground. “Monster!” he bellowed at the top of his lungs. He was an older man, but fire still burned within him. “Come feast on feistier prey!”

The oni looked up and grinned, showing all of its teeth in its extended mouth. It crouched lower on its legs and leapt forward, impossibly fast for its huge size. Demopen gritted his teeth and readied to dodge at the last moment. He could not win in a direct fight, but the Haruno no Oni was known for its brute strength rather than its finesse. He could dodge its telegraphed attacks until help arrived.

The Haruno no Oni had not finished its leap before a dozen arrows of red and blue peppered the unarmored joints between its shoulders. It crashed to the ground at Demopen’s feet. He did not hesitate. He placed one sandal on the creature’s armored head and made a quick slice at the thing’s neck. Scorching blood splattered on his naked legs. He stepped back from the corpse and lowered to the ground. He spread dirt over the affected leg to wipe it away. The skin underneath was already begin to blister from the heat.

He looked up to see the sentries gathering at the point of intrusion.

“Demopen-sama, are you unharmed?” Hida Fujita asked. He sheathed his blade and motioned the others forward. Twenty warriors, Crab and Scorpion, rushed forward to tend to the broken section of the Wall.

The warning bells began to toll into the night.

* * * * *


“You are certain you wish to take this path?” Fujita asked. The large commander leaned against the entrance with his arms crossed. He watched without helping as Demopen limped to and fro in the room.

“Yes. My superiors have already granted me permission,” Demopen answered. He picked up a scroll and turned it from side to side until he found his signature scrawl. He gestured a servant closer and placed the parchment in the boy’s hands.

“Take this to Hiruma Tensin’s residence and let the guards know to expect his arrival later tonight,” he ordered. The servant bowed quickly and rushed to fulfill his master’s final demands. Fujita did not move from his domineering position in the entrance, and the servant deftly squeezed past the warrior with a deep bow and a swift turn.

“Are you going back to the Crab lands or staying here?” Fujita asked without giving the boy any notice.

“Neither,” Demopen answered. “There is a shrine to Fukurokujin in the Dragon Clan provinces.”

Fujita laughed, though there was no trace of amusement in the sound. “That is a peculiar destination for a Crab. You’ve devoted your life to fighting.”

“All the easier for me to leave my samurai life behind,” Demopen answered. “I will devote my new life to knowledge.”

“You stubborn old fool,” Fujita said. “Does this have anything to do with the attack that happened last week?”

Demopen stopped and pursed his lips. He considered holding back, but after a lifetime of speaking his mind why should he start now?

“I managed that section of the Scorpion Wall,” he said slowly. “I made sure the defenses were perfect. How did they fall so easily? How did the Haruno make it past the defenses, traps, and the moving sentries without any alarms triggering? It isn’t a very devious demon.”

Fujita frowned. “What are you implying, Demopen?”

“I live to serve,” Demopen said. “I will serve as long as my superiors and I hold the same ideals and goals. If there was something else that occurred that night, no one informed me of the operations.”

“But—” Fujita started to say.

“Do not bother telling me it was all just a lapse in our defenses,” Demopen interrupted. “I cannot believe it.”

“You did not do anything wrong,” Fujita said. “You are one of the best commanders we have on the Scorpion Wall. We will need your strength in the days to come.”

“No Fujita, you are wrong,” he answered. “The death of the Inquisitor is on my hands. With my retirement, the blemish our Clan might gather for the negligent deaths of our visitors will disappear. I have not lived these many years in the Scorpion lands without learning the rules of the game. With this, I will serve one more purpose to the Crab.”


* * * * *


Month of the Tiger, 1192


Tsubaru finished sweeping the grounds of the monastery and made his way back to the main building. The limp had never left him, but he was in no particular hurry. He enjoyed the smell of the mountain air and the feel of the breeze on his face. It reminded him of his childhood, and the purity of that memory still brought him pleasure.

He placed his broom in the corner of the room for the next acolyte to use and made his way through the library. He had gotten lost more than once in the expansive room, but the maze of scrolls and shelves were second nature to him now. He found her exactly where he expected. She knelt in a secluded corner of the room, with dozens of scrolls laid open around her.

“Rin,” Tsubaru said with a tinge of fondness his voice. He settled onto a cross legged position beside her and looked at the clutter around his former wife. “You can only read one at a time. You should pace yourself.”

For once, Rin did not smile at Tsubaru’s gentle admonitions. She gestured to the writings placed directly in front of her. “I was cleaning the storehouses below the secondary shrine and found these. They were bound and hidden under some pilgrim’s ugly statue of an ox creature. At least, I think it was an ox. It was hard to tell.”

“And you couldn’t let secret remain secrets. Once a Scorpion…” Tsubaru teased.

Rin raised her chin defiantly. “We are devoted to Wisdom and pray for his guidance. We can’t possibly do that and ignore some text because they were banned by fallible men.”

Tsubaru smiled. His once demure wife had shed her shyness once she had entered the monastery. He thought he preferred her this way. “What are they?” he asked instead. He leaned over and grabbed the scroll. The snippet of the text seemed to promote a creed of philosophy.

“I’ve never heard of it before,” Rin admitted. “From what I gather, it is an interpretation of the Tao that was never accepted by the rest of the Brotherhood or the Empire.”

Tsubaru continued to scan the text for a few more moments before he placed the scroll back down.

“Perhaps these texts were banned because they were insufferably boring,” Tsubaru said.

Rin did not bother answering. She turned back to her texts.

Tsubaru rose. “I will leave you to your curiosity, Rin,” he said lightly, “but I doubt the philosophy of Fudoism will ever amount to anything.”


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