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[Yolen Grath]

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It was another pleasant day in Moonglow. Yolen yet again found himself amiably wandering the streets when he came upon Dragon's Shadow. He'd seen him around the island from time to time and decided to greet him. After exchanging pleasantries, Dragon's Shadow began to describe the nature of his business in Moonglow. He was tracking a criminal of Nu'jelm and lost his trail at the moongate. The criminal was described as having a long beard and acting blind, and the criminal's name being Po.

Yolen informed the militia Captain and a patrol was soon put together. But they would not have to go far. As the men were being assembled, a stranger walked into the city matching the criminal's description. The patrol questioned the stranger and learned it was in fact Po. He was apprehended and taken to the armory where a cell awaited him.

At the armory, Po admitted his crimes against Nu'jelm and began to speak of crimes against Moonglow as well. After the cell was properly secured, Yolen spoke with Vargus on how to proceed next. They decided they would set up an investigation on the criminal's admittance to murders in Moonglow, and to send a contact to Nu'jelm to be rid of the criminal as soon as possible.
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"Millions long for immortality who don't know what to do on rainy sunday afternoon." - Susan Ertz

[Tai Kwan Leap]

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Journal Entry:

From the dawn of time we came; moving silently down through the centuries, living many secret lives, struggling to reach the time of the Gathering; when the few who remain will battle to the last. No one has ever known we were among you... until now.

As I was guarding the Emperor who sat meditating in front of the raging bonfire that was the Nujel’m-jima Watchtower, Corporal Carrot scurried up in much distress.

“Dook Dook!” the masked ferret stated with most urgency.

The Emperor opened his eyes, the scarred right one opening somewhat slower.

“Good soldier, Corporal Carrot. Come Shadow we have work to do” and in one fluid movement the Emperor went from dezai kneeling position to his feet and spun his quarterstaff from the sling across his back.

I checked my utility belt to make sure it was still as stocked as it was when I had arrived for guard duty that morning. Routine is what makes one.

The Emperor was running north from the plaza. I pursued and I was forced to adopt the form of a wolf to catch him. He turned west and ran to the city gate. As I arrived just behind him I could see the orphanage just outside the gate in flames.

“Dook!” Corporal Carrot chittered.

“Shadow, carry me to the roof there” Tai Kwan simply pointed at a two story building engulfed in flames. The screams of the children there were like a keening song that cut me to my core.

I fired bolts into the walls staggered dexter and sinister leaving a pattern up the eastern wall of the orphanage. Turning my back to the Emperor, I then felt his lightweight across my hips as he held himself to my back with his left hand and two feet.

As we neared the top, the last seven feet of the northern wall I climbed collapsed from the heat of the fire.

“Toss me in” the Emperor said simply.

I balanced myself on the last two bolts and hoisted him and summoned my chi and threw him upwards.

The air burned as he chanted the mantra for summoning his dragon fist. I could feel the heat of that fist over the flames. He landed, his left knee on the burning roof, his left hand balancing him. Reaching back to whatever reserves he holds I saw his right fist burn an arc across the night sky as it roared like a leviathan crashing into the roof.

A chain reaction of structural failure exploded outward from that strike like ripples in a pond.

As he dove into the opening he had made he said, “Be waiting below.”

Then the wall I was holding to began to collapse under my weight and I flipped off the bolts and backwards.

“Step back Shadow-san. Must stay focused,” the Emperor shouted and then a ten-foot section of the eastern second floor wall opened. Tai Kwan’s flaming dragon fist being the first thing to be seen.

Then the sky seemed to rain children.

Corporal Carrot scampered up my back and leaped from my shoulders into the opening.

I was catching the children tossed down by the Emperor.

He was chanting something and the screams and cries died down.

“Dook, dook!” then I heard Corporal Carrot cry out in pain. If you have never heard a ferret in mortal pain, it is a sound you will carry with you the rest of your life.

“Right you are soldier” then a child and Corporal Carrot came out the hole in the wall.

I barely was able to cradle Corporal Carrot in the crook of my left arm before the Emperor leapt from the building holding three infants. I took the force of his fall on my back and felt him roll to the south.

“This is all of them” he slowly standing cooing to the infants.

I stand cradling Corporal Carrot vainly attempting to bandage his wounds.

“Collateral damage report, Shadow” Tai Kwan says as the infants drift to sleep.

I adjust my ceremonial robes with one hand trying to get a response from Corporal Carrot with the other.

“Of the 15 residents in the orphanage, we lost 3, and …” Corporal Carrot coughed up a dark black ball of blood, mucus, and fur.

“And none of the City Watch” I stood taller.

“Let’s move these children to the Palace” Tai Kwan said and managed to pat Corporal Carrot on the head.

We have settled them for the night. The youngest are in the Emperor’s massive bed. We managed to fit the twelve into his room.

I sit staring at this man who went into a burning building and saved twelve who would not have been here otherwise. Humility burns through me as I think I would have been able to save perhaps six.

“And now, Emperor” I speak not sure what to say.

“Go to Moonglow, You will find the trail of Po there. Find King Sid and tell him Po is in Moonglow,” he methodically sips his tea.
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"He's been fired from the Shrimp Boat?" -- Charlaine Harris "Living Dead In Dallas."

[Sid]

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Lord Sid recieves a message
come to the garden and recive more information
entering the Garden he notices two people standing in the back with thier backs to the wall and is told that Po has been found and is being held in Moonglow and he has been given directions to pick him up and "remove " him from Moonglow from the Elder and with a wicked grins he sets forth the plan and travels to Moonglow with "the ring" and he grips tightly in his hand.

[Mai Ling]

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Mai found herself intrigued by the gentlemen with whom she was conversing. Their life paths were so very different, yet here they sat together. Mai looked around the table at the gentlemen: a mighty leader of soldiers, the wise king of a foreign land, and a rather mysterious dark figure of a man. She enjoyed listening to them speak of their homelands with pride. Developing trade in these lands would not only prove profitable, but interesting.

The conversation turned somber as the men began to speak of a criminal. Listening, Mai gleaned that they held an interest in a criminal who had been captured in another land. Her curiosity peaked; she made plans to travel to learn more.
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Mai Ling
Empress of Isamu

[Yolen Grath]

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The time had come. Vargus gathered the citizens of Moonglow and a vote was taken. The punishment for Po was to be the taking of his hands for the brutal murder of a Moonglow baker. He was then magically bound and awaits transport to Nu'jelm.



Yolen spoke with the Dragon's Shadow at the tavern later that evening. He was informed that King Sid would be by to take possession of the criminal.
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"Millions long for immortality who don't know what to do on rainy sunday afternoon." - Susan Ertz

[Miss Rhiannon]

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After much deliberation and planning, the Moonglow Town Council had decided on the punishment for the murderer, Po. They would not execute him, as he was to be extradicted to Nu'jelm to answer for murders committed there. The Council had decided to take his hands. Po's crimes were directed mainly towards women (women bakers that is...). They decided to enhance the severity of his punishment by allowing a woman to take his hands. He would suffer at the hands of a woman as women had suffered at his hands. Rhiannon would do the honors.

Po asked to speak with her, before the punishment. Guarded by three of Moonglow's finest militiamen, Rhiannon listened to him as he spoke from his cell. He boasted of killing women and children. He found pleasure in the killing, both in the act and the result. Rhiannon left the cell with hatred brewing in her heart. Three of the children had burned to death, and he had stuffed the Moonglow woman under a boat.


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After Po was forced to the ground and the binding spell was cast - the time came for her to bring down the axe. It was easy to do. She hit her target perfectly, slicing off both hands at the wrists, simultaneously.

“My blood is on your hands,” he told her, and he claimed to curse her. The militiamen wrestled the bleeding man back to his cell. Rhiannon was calm at first. Then, the thought of her actions hit her, and her hands trembled causing her to drop the axe. She gripped her hands with one another, trying to hide the shaking. She did not want to be seen as weak. She managed to get herself together, only to tremble again when she saw the blood on her shirt. She ripped it off and threw it on the ground.

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This morning, on her daily jog around the island of Moonglow, she grappled with her feelings. Before doing the deed, she had had no reservations. Now, that it was over, she realized the severity of her actions. She did not deny that he was a monster, nor did she regret doing the deed. She even believed he had gotten much less than he deserved. However, for the first time in her life, she realized the truth of law and order. It was necessary to maintain, but those charged with doing so carried great responsibility. This responsibility, while admirable to accept, could be a heavy burden on the heart.

Whispers and fear of possible attacks on the island had buzzed around Moonglow for months. Was she ready to do what necessary to defend her home? Could she do more than simply take a man’s hands? Could she take life? She stopped running and looked around the island - the island she had grown to love. After a few moments, she nodded with resolution to the empty air around her, "Yes. Whatever necessary."
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aka - Brittany Tyven

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