Exalted: The Sun Also Rises

Session 29: Mother Bog (part 2)
In which our Heroes fight the ravages of nature... of a sort

Session 29: Mother Bog

After coming face-to-face (so to speak) with a talking swamp, the circle’s negotiations revealed that the creature called Mother Bog was some sort of behemoth from the First Age, a genius loci capable of slow but implacable movement. Her goal was to keep moving, absorbing new people to serve her as “swamp children,” and she wasn’t about to let to the whining of such short-lived creatures stop her. Moreover, upon learning that there were Exalted within her boundaries, she was quite livid—the Solars of the First Age had hurt her once, and she remembered it all too well.

A battle between the swamp creatures and the circle ensued, a pitched fight that gave no quarter and asked none. While they were able to recover Alazne’s body, they quickly found themselves overwhelmed until Prism of Truth discovered that his anima power could incinerate the host-bodies of the swamp beasts. They were not undead, after all—merely corpses acting as structural elements for the animating plants. Everything turned around in moments as Prism flared his anima banner to full and began turning the monsters into ash.

Though her “children” were defeated, Mother Bog herself was still prideful. She could not be killed, she boasted, and the circle had to concur. Blazer’s knowledge of First Age behemoth-fighting tactics showed that the usual method was to contain rather than kill, since killing such enormous beasts was often either impossible or had terrible consequences (such as the creation of a new hekatonchire).

Blazer and Ven worked quickly to cobble together a sealing plinth, modeled after the jade obelisks of the First Age that were used to hold back the Wyld. This one would lock Mother Bog in one place, effectively pinning her down like a butterfly on a tack board. The villagers were evacuated out of Mother Bog’s grasp to a nearby location, their village rebuilt and fortified with Blazer’s magic.

Once the villagers were safe from any immediate retribution on Mother Bog’s part, Blazer and Ven placed the mystic plinth, weathering the genius loci’s rage until it was settled into place. After confirming that the terrible behemoth had been imprisoned—at least for the time being—they said their goodbyes to the villagers and got back on the road to Marita. The last they saw of the place was Alazne’s spirit waving goodbye as she faded into Lethe…

Session 28: Swamp Things (part 1)
In which our Heroes attempt to save a village from a sinister swamp

Session 28: Swamp Things

The circle chased down the sounds of combat, finding a small horde of Arczeckhi warriors descending on a helpless human village. One of the hideous wolf-like mutants rode a tyrant lizard, while the others ravaged and slew as they saw fit. The circle entered the battle without a second thought, driving the Arczeckhi before them like grains of wheat before a cyclone.

As the battle turned in the circle’s favor, Ven requested that one of the mutants be captured alive so that she could test her brand-new invention: the mutation suppressor. Gideon made no promises, blasting away at the feral mutants with his Twin Dragons, and Snapdragon could only concur, reaving amidst them with her Grieving Blade. These monsters were hardly even human, and destroying them felt righteous. Still, Red Lion was able to help, knocking out the tyrant lizard with a punch to the jaw and trapping the hordemaster beneath its fallen bulk. He then punched out the mutant and tied him up, so that Ven could test the device on him once they recovered the Lion’s Roar.

The villagers expressed their deepest gratitude to the circle, confessing that lately it seemed as though the world itself had turned against them. Blazer noted that their homes were all partially flooded from the swamp and asked why they hadn’t built their homes on stilts like most swamp folk. The headwoman, Glass Whisperer, informed them that the swamp was new—until a few weeks ago, their village had been on the shore of a sandy-banked stream. In the course of a night, the swamp seemed to just appear around the village. Glass Whisperer’s niece, Alazne, had gone missing in the swamp a few days later.

Blazer was disturbed by this. More than just the sudden appearance of a new swamp, he thought he had seen a girl by Alazne’s description as they entered the village. But that was impossible, given what the headwoman was saying. On the other hand she might be a ghost, hoping to reveal what had killed her. In the meantime, Ven and Red Lion were doing their best to keep the villagers from killing the Arczeckhi prisoner they had taken, a hordemaster called Kervassi.

An investigation by the circle eventually led them to explore the interior of the swamp, leaving Kervassi tied up and locked inside a hut on the edge of the village. Ven warded the building to keep him from getting out—and the villagers from getting in—while they were gone. While exploring the swamp, they found that the vegetation kept acting in highly unnatural ways. Finally, they were attacked by shambling corpses covered in moss and vines—but which did not seem like the undead to Blazer’s sorcerous sight.

A more thorough review of the creatures revealed that they were plant-like monsters using preserved human corpses as structural support—like ivy growing on a pillar. Alazne appeared to them again and pleaded for release; she was indeed a ghost, and she could not rest until her body was given a proper funeral. While out exploring the new swamp, she had been attacked by the creatures that had ambushed the party; now her body was being used by them as a host for such a creature.

The circle asserted that such a thing could not be allowed to pass. They assured the poor dead girl that they would lay her to rest and set off in search of the center of the swamp. Upon arriving there, they found themselves face-to-face with more of the swamp creatures, as well as a number of beautiful women with vines in their hair, all of whom spoke in unison with a single voice.

“Who dares disturb Mother Bog?”

Session 27: Calibration's End
In which our Heroes return to Creation with bittersweet parting

Session 27: Calibration’s End

After their separate adventures in Yu-Shan, the circle gathered together again to plan their raid on the Bureau of Nature, an action that would have to be both subtle and low-impact if they were going to avoid further censure from the heavenly authorities. Naturally, they decided that the best thing to do was to walk through the front doors and harass bureaucrats until they got what they wanted.

A quick consultation with their pet pattern spider revealed that the offices of the Bureau of Nature were hundreds of miles away, too far for a trip on a simple scooter-cloud. The literal-minded spirit also informed them that the fastest way to get there was by hitching a ride on the Golden Barque, the floating sky-fortress of the Ministry of Journeys.

The circle didn’t realize that the mighty airship was a haven for Sidereal Exalted when they jumped aboard the ferry that would then dock with the Barque. However, a fortunate turn of events led them to encountering a Sidereal with golden eyes and dark skin who was quite friendly to them, even aiding them on their way. Only after the fact did they realize that they had been aided by Ayesha Ura, the leader of the Ministry of Journeys and the de facto head of the Gold Faction of Sidereals.

The quick travel time allowed them to reach the Bureau within an hour or so, leaving them plenty of time to approach the local gods about their requests. A minor cat god, Ohai of the North, was able to give them a guided tour of the once-impressive but now-less-so grounds of the bureau. Ohai told them that the bureau was divided into two separate (but theoretically equal) ministries: the Hierarchy of Function, which divides up creatures by their abstract biological qualities of similarity; and the Hierarchy of Type, which divides up creatures by their similarity of appearance.

The highest-ranking bureaucrat who would meet with the circle was Nan-Chal, Eminence of Mammals. Taking the form of a vaguely humanoid wombat, Nan-Chal was quite pleasant with the circle, even complimenting Ven on her efforts to increase the number of creatures in Creation through her experiments. He also implied that platypi used to be Wyld creatures who eventually bred true in Creation, and even introduced the circle to the God of Platypi, a minor but quickly ascending deity in the Department of Mammals that had recently accepted a promotion to division chief over the Division of Monotremes.

After listening to their request for an official Seal of Divinity to help set right the problems on Creation, Nan-Chal was saddened to inform them that he had no such seal to offer them—officially. If they could aid him in a small project, he would be happy to “lose” a seal for them to “find.” He had heard rumors that there was a cache of Elsewhere-preserved creatures kept in stasis in an ancient, lost First Age city, but that none of his spirits could get anywhere close to it because of various dangers. If they were willing to find the lost laboratory and recover the specimens, he would happily promote Ven to adjunct membership in the Bureau on the sly and pass a seal off to her. He was also able to inform them that at least one greater seal had gone missing in Creation as well, and that if they could find it, he could instruct them on its use.

With both of these options in mind, they thanked Nan-Chal profusely. Red Lion asked if they minded taking a side trip to the Bureau of Seasons since they still had a little time, and the circle agreed. The trip there was quick as well, and they asked to be shown to the presence of the Court of Calendars. After arguing with an obstinate secretary, one of the calendar-deities agreed to see the circle anyway.

The circle was escorted into the grand and opulent offices of Jetazuro, Daimyo of the Season of Wood and Daimyo of Clouds. Red Lion commented to the goddess that her two titles didn’t seem to go together, and she pleasantly replied that it was just a matter of bureaucratic crossover. She was the official head of the Department of the Season of Wood, and was acting minister of clouds. Both departments had undergone significant changes over the last few centuries, and had gained her position after replacing the original Daimyo of Wood when he was arrested for departmental corruption.

Red Lion was conflicted. On the one hand, this wasn’t one of the gods who had actually snubbed Five Days Darkness. On the other, he had his oath to his sifu to fulfill. The goddess passed a time with them, enjoying some tea and discussing politics. When the topic turned to the matter of the Exalted, she revealed two important facts that helped Red Lion make up his mind. First, she was a Bronze Faction supporter and genuinely believed that the Solar Exalted represented a threat to all of Creation. Second, she had poisoned their tea.

Snapdragon collapsed from the poison, apparently no longer breathing, and Ven found herself paralyzed completely from the noxious brew. Most of the circle was weakened to some extent or other, but Red Lion pushed through the pain and stood his ground as Jetazuro summoned her panoply and assailed the remaining Solars. Blazer focused his efforts on saving Snapdragon’s life, leaving Red Lion, Prism, and Gideon to fight the martial deity. Even at three on one, the fight was less than in their favor. Jetazuro was a powerful goddess, possessed of potent artifacts and many divine powers.

None of it saved her. The Solars were agreed in only defeating her, not destroying her, so when the tide of battle turned against her it was only a matter of hard knocks and not lethal force. Red Lion got the final blow in, telling her that it was from Five Days Darkness. Then, Red Lion’s potent Heaven Thunder Hammer technique knocked her through a wall and into the distance.

Once the battle was done, they consulted with Sankara Holtz, their Sidereal legal advisor. She told them that since Jetazuro had made the first hostile move it was unlikely she would try to bring charges, but it was probably best that they leave Yu-Shan right away—especially considering the fact that Calibration was nearly over. She also warned them that the reach of the Bronze Faction was long, and now that the Gold Faction had come out to openly support them, it was going to become ugly. Blazer immediately understood that the Sidereals openly working against one another had a significant chance to turn from a bureaucratic nightmare (as it currently stood) into a total clusterfuck.

Sankara advised them to travel to Nexus when they got a chance, since there was a Gold Faction presence in the city. They wondered if Lady Redfeather was a member of the Gold Faction as well, since she had advised them to seek her out there. If so, why had she been working to destroy the peace of Mishaka? And why had she nearly ruined Delsinar? Had she been working with Oberen, or against him? So many questions remained unanswered when it came to the Sidereals and their motives.

Finally, they went back to the Celestial Gates and made their way to the portal home. Red Lion signed a few autographs while they waited for their turn to use a gate. As they made their way into the portal, they chanced to see Oberen standing on the other side of the terminal. He told them that he would see them back in Creation—and the next time, the gloves would be off. Snapdragon sneered that she looked forward to it.

And the portal closed, returning them to Creation.

Once the light faded, the circle realized that the gate through which they emerged was not the one through which they had traveled to Yu-Shan. Blazer ran some calculations based on the position of the sun and his own internal compass, only to discover that they were hundreds of miles south of where they had been only a few days before. The conference at Marita would be beginning today, and they were weeks away by foot. Red Lion commented that it would be no problem at all to summon the Lion’s Roar and Blazer to mock up a new flight module for them… but the Lion’s Roar did not come at Red Lion’s call.

Blazer’s sorcerous sight revealed that the dragon lines of their area were horribly twisted, as though something were distorting the local geomancy. Before they could examine the nature of the distortion any further, they could hear the distant cries of battle. People were in trouble! Without a second thought, the circle raced toward the sounds of danger…

Session 26: The Tower of Souls
In which Venomous Spur uncovers a conspiracy and must choose between love and truth

Session 26: The Tower of Souls

After the end of the epic trial, Red Lion opined that he would like to spend his last couple of days in Yu-Shan sightseeing, particularly the Jade Pleasure Dome, which had been recommended to them by the Green Lady. Ven agreed that he should enjoy himself, but she had some things to do and would catch up to the others when she was done. With that, she slipped off and commandeered a personal cloud transport to take her to Taru-Han’s Tower of Souls.

The rest of the circle chose to go on without her to the Jade Pleasure Dome, an immense structure at the very center of Heaven surrounded by literally miles of lesser entertainments. It was like approaching an endless carnival, one where the divinities themselves were revelers. The circle was awed by the sight of the mile-high walls of jade, orichalcum, and moonsilver, and the hundreds of celestial lions standing perpetual honor guard at the enormous gates.

As the circle approached the Dome, celestial lions stopped them at the gates and tried to turn them back. After pulling rank as Celestial Exalted, the lions finally agreed to let them in, but only if they would wear special jade goggles. Red Lion asked what would happen if they took them off. Upon hearing that his mortal frame would be devoured by holy fire if he looked upon the Games of Divinity with naked eyes, he agreed to not take the goggles off.

In the meantime, Ven was having the worst time in the world getting her cloud scooter into the Tower’s airspace. Giant eagles kept attacking her, as did strange aerial glows that seemed something like luminous jellyfish. Finally, she was forced to abandon the cloud entirely and make a dive for the parapets of the Tower of Souls. Never before did she so completely regret not picking up any flying creatures in her shapechanging portfolio…

Within the Jade Pleasure Dome, the circle was watching the movement of the Games of Divinity with rapt attention. At a mighty table stood none other than the Incarnae themselves—Sol Invictus and the Maidens, with Luna standing to one side with an amused look on her face. The game seemed to have some deeper, sublime meaning in their eyes, and even Snapdragon’s Dark Passenger was quieted for a time in the glow of their glories. Prism was nearly insane with divine ecstasy from being in the presence of his One True God, while Blazer was still trying to analyze the situation through the fog of unnatural joy.

Venomous Spur stalked through the halls of the Tower of Souls looking for something resembling a records hall or an office. Instead, she found her way to a massive central chamber filled with a blinding blue glow, like a solid shaft of light several miles tall and hundreds of feet thick. Millions of motes of light swirled within the beam, being drawn from some unfathomable source to some unknown destination. Ven was able to glean that she was looking into the very cycle of reincarnation—the River of Souls.

As she wandered the platforms overlooking the mighty conflagration, she happened across a blue-glowing form in the shape of a man. As the form coalesced and took on a more lifelike coloration, she was shocked to recognize the face of her long-dead husband, Cattails-by-the-River. She reached out and spoke to him, and discovered that he remembered their life together clearly—but that he had no recollection of the moment of his death or anything since. They had a touching moment before the arrival of the mistress of the Tower of Souls, Taru-Han herself.

Back in the Jade Pleasure Dome, Blazer had finally managed to piece together enough of his mental capacity to realize that the Games of Divinity were acting as some sort of psychic dampener on them. They were simply too powerful for mortal—or even semi-mortal—minds to process properly. Their Exaltation shards were capable of understanding the rules of the game, and even appreciating the multi-layered maneuver by which Sol Invictus took control of the board once more, but their human minds were rapidly schisming under the weight of unadulterated joy.

Taru-Han spoke to Ven directly, asking her about what brought her to the Tower. Ven honestly responded that Ryzala had asked her to look in on Taru-Han’s doings. The goddess seemed amused by the answer and made Ven a counter-offer. In exchange for telling Ryzala nothing of what she had seen and swearing to preserve the secrets she had learned, Taru-Han would allow Ven to visit her husband once a year.

When Ven expressed curiosity about the reasons behind keeping people from the cycle of reincarnation, Taru-Han told her that collecting the souls of mortal heroes was her hobby. Such people would not be considered heroic by the standards of an Exaltation, perhaps, but Taru-Han found their subdued and gentle heroics much more to her taste than the gaudy violence preferred by Autochthon’s greatest weapons. Ven struck a bargain with Taru-Han, including an offering of worship to the goddess to give her increased visitation rights with Cattails. Privately, Ven began to scheme about turning Cattails himself into an object of worship in order to remove him permanently from Taru-Han’s purview. With the aid of the goddess, Ven found herself launched to the Jade Pleasure Dome in mere moments.

She arrived just in time for Red Lion to overcome his fugue and reveal the real reason he had wanted to come to the Dome: to call upon Sol Invictus personally for an audience. Red Lion was insistent about gaining the attention of the Unconquered Sun, until finally the circle found themselves transported into a mini-realm of beautiful sunlight and burnished gold. There, waiting for them, was the mightiest of the Incarnae himself, Sol Invictus! As he walked toward them, thousands of golden-furred mice swarmed about his feet, but he stepped on none of them in his passing. In each of his four mighty hands he bore an implement of his office and distant music heralded his presence.

They were struck by his beauty, by his power—and by his terrible sadness. Despite his willingness to gift them with an audience, they could sense that he longed to be elsewhere. Red Lion implored that their progenitor would return his gaze to Creation now, in its darkest hour. Sol replied only that he could not—his heart was too heavy with the burdens he had borne for so long, and he had been disappointed in his children one time too many. Red Lion almost wept at the idea of a being as boundlessly compassionate as the one to whom they now spoke being pushed beyond the bounds of tolerance.

Red Lion looked deep into his own heart and found a well of conviction he hadn’t know before. Before his circle and the Unconquered Sun, he swore that he would find a way to redeem Sol’s faith in them. The god smiled a wan smile and offered in return only that he would be watching them closely from now on, to see if Red Lion could make good on his word. Before he departed, he shared a few words of wisdom with each member of the circle, and even kissed Snapdragon on the forehead. Prism nearly fainted from joy.

As the first among the Incarnae departed, they found themselves outside the Jade Pleasure Dome once more. While there was still much work to be done, they now knew that the gods were listening to them. That went a long way to restoring weary spirits and giving them hope for their future endeavors. They had only one day remaining to them in Heaven before the end of Calibration, and Red Lion and Venomous Spur knew exactly how they wanted to use it: raiding the Bureau of Nature!

Session 25: The Trial of Red Lion
In which Red Lion faces charges most severe

Session 25: The Trial of Red Lion

A night in captivity went by far too quickly—though not unpleasantly for Red Lion. Thanks to Ven turning his trial into a media circus, gods were lining up to visit him in prison and attach their names to his fame. Whether that fame would end with an execution or not, it was an opportunity for politically-minded gods to stop by and show their support… as well as wrangle the possibility of future favors.

Among the visitors was at least one who wasn’t there for political gain: Three-Tined Geshiva, the god of noodles. His corporeal form manifested as an eight-foot-tall praying mantis wearing a chef’s hat and apron, pushing a gold-trimmed noodle cart. He had heard that Red Lion was in jail and just wanted to stop by to make him a warm meal as a way of saying thanks for all the prayers. Red Lion was curious; he didn’t remember actually praying much. Geshiva explained that noodle carts were his altars, and Red Lion’s deep-seated and genuine gratitude every time he sat down for a meal qualified as a prayer. Moreover, Red Lion had consistently prostrated himself for the money to buy noodles, forgoing shelter, company, and decent clothing to enjoy a good meal. In Geshiva’s book, that made him a devout follower.

Red Lion couldn’t argue with the logic. Nor could he argue that the noodles were the best he had ever eaten. Manly tears were shed.

As the night came to a close, they had a visit from a less pleasant individual. Oberen stopped by to serve Red Lion with papers. In addition to the criminal case against him, Red Lion was now involved in a civil suit for assaulting Oberen—and he was asking for the Lion’s Roar in recompense! Ven made a snide comment about being surprised Oberen could sign papers to serve them, what with his current “disability.” Oberen smiled an ugly smile and pulled out his new hand: a cruel-looking blade welded to the end of his stump. Ven’s eyes widened in horror as he “signed” their meeting table, causing it to fall into pieces. He told her that he looked forward to shaking hands with both of them after their suit was done and departed.

By the end of the night, the venue and cast for the coming drama had been decided. The trial itself would happen in the judiciary halls of the Bureau of Heaven, while the presiding judge would be Implacable Shining Barrator, the chief of the celestial lions, known for his virtue and adherence to the old ways. While Prism approved of such a choice, Gideon thought that someone who was a little more pliable might be better in the judge’s seat. The more disturbing choice was the prosecution: Wayang, the Black Puppet Mask, the head of the Violet Bier of Sorrows. The circle was immediately convinced that his appointment was an indirect attack from the Sidereals, and pumped their friendly contacts for as much information about him as possible. Blazer would be standing for the defense, with Sankara Holtz on the sidelines to provide prompting when necessary.

The next morning, the trial was convened. The circle was somewhat intimidated by the sight of Wayang—a mummy-wrapped figure of darkness with a disturbing wooden mask as his only visible feature. He also apparently could not speak, but his gesticulations were immediately understood by all of the gods present. Blazer was sure that this was a tactic meant to put him off his game. The prosecution made the stunning revelation that they were going to drop all of the charges save one: the most severe one, consorting with the Wyld. Wayang was going for the gold his with case.

Witnesses of all stripes and colors were called. Gods ranging from Rolling Ocho to Itzcalimon, spirits of all manner, and even their old enemy, Oberen. Wayang made a prominent case against Red Lion, but Blazer’s defense was inspired. When Oberen took the stand, he was even able to get the Sidereal so worked up that he had to be physically dragged from the courtroom, screaming about how the Solars were going to be the death of everyone.

The courtroom drama was protracted and passionate, a microcosm of the continuing struggle between Heaven and Earth. Both sides had strong, compelling arguments, and both sides were committed to the righteousness of their cause. In the end, the prosecution offered a compromise: they would reduce the charge from treason against Heaven to accidental destruction of property, and Red Lion would plead guilty to the lesser charge. Red Lion agreed and submitted himself to the will of Heaven for judgment. Shining Barrator considered all to have gone well, and commended the case to his superior, Ryzala, for final dispensation.

With Oberen still in a bad way, the civil case was quietly dropped. A few gods stopped by to congratulate Red Lion on his success, but he wasn’t politically savvy enough to realize that they were mostly Bronze Faction supporters stopping by to threaten him. Sometimes ignorance is bliss.

The circle’s visit to Ryzala, the goddess of bureaucracy and paperwork—as well as one of the most powerful beings in Heaven after the Incarnae—inspired an unexpected level of terror among them. Ryzala’s corporeal form was that of an extremely tall, thin woman with a long neck and a dozen many-jointed arms. Something about her inspired primal fear in most of the circle, particularly in Red Lion and Gideon, both of whom had trouble keeping their lunch down in her presence. Despite this revulsion, they were able to put on a smiling demeanor as Ryzala handed out her judgment: Red Lion would be banished from Yu-Shan for a year, starting with the end of Calibration and lasting until the beginning of the next one. His accounts would be frozen during that time, and no god would answer his prayers on pain of punishment.

Ryzala also slipped a piece of information to Venomous Spur without the rest of the party grasping its significance. She mentioned that her rival, Taru-Han, kept meticulous records of every mortal soul’s final dispensation, up to and including records of reincarnations. Ven suspected that Ryzala had hidden motives for putting her on the path to finding her husband’s soul but kept those suspicions to herself. They thanked Ryzala profusely for her mercy and wisdom, promised fervently to never let it happen again, and got out of her office as fast as they could.

They were met soon by Lytek, who wanted to congratulate them. In the course of their happy conversation, an ominous note was brought up. They revealed to Lytek that the so-called “Abyssal Exalted” were corrupted Solars, which he had long suspected but never had enough evidence to prove. They mentioned that their friendly contacts in the Underworld had indicated that there were only one hundred or so Abyssals… which got Lytek even more worried, since as far as he knew, almost half of the Solar Exaltations were unaccounted for. That meant that something like fifty Exaltations were still missing in action…

Despite the worry, the Solars managed to relax a little. Red Lion’s fate was no longer hanging in the balance, and they still had a couple of days to enjoy the sights of Heaven. Ven slipped off alone—she had something to take care of…

Session 25a: The Not-So-Simple Art of Murder
In which Snapdragon asks the God of Murder for a boon

Session 25a: The Not-So-Simple Art of Murder

Snapdragon was furious. Red Lion letting Oberen get away alive had been bad enough, but now the Sidereal had the temerity to come back to drown them in paperwork where he couldn’t defeat them in combat. She had finally had enough. Gathering a few basic supplies—knives, tarps, and rope the most important ones—she set out from Prism’s manse to find the celestial god of murder and ask him for a boon.

The Solar made her way to the Bureau of Humanity to track down the specific deity she needed information on. She had met minor gods of murder before—several, in fact, and was on a first-name basis with at least one of them—but she had never thought much about the true god of murder. She could only imagine the level of power and fear inspired by such an august and terrible being. Still, she needed an ally if she was to run her prey to the ground. She was unfamiliar with the workings of Heaven, and she could only believe that the god of murder would look on her favorably.

After hours of speaking to lesser gods—including a somewhat humiliating run-in with the goddess of snapdragon flowers and the goddess of hyacinths—she managed to find out that the previous god of murder had been removed from his position relatively recently. Until the bureaucracy managed to get around to appointing a new deity in his place, the position was being filled by the head of the department of human death—Hran-Tsu, God of Decay and King of Ravens.

Snapdragon made her way to the palace of the Raven King, a mighty but crumbling edifice surrounded by gardens of mushrooms and fungus. There, she was escorted into his presence quickly; while he was very busy, he could always deign to make time for one of the Solar Exalted. Hran-Tzu was quietly impressive, a being made of empty funeral cerements surrounded by flapping and cawing ravens, whose croaks and screeches formed his voice.

Drawing on what little knowledge of formal ceremony she possessed, Snapdragon made her politest overtures before revealing the purpose behind her journey. Hran-Tzu ventured that he could indeed help her kill Oberen—but had she considered the consequences fully? The Raven King pointed out that Oberen was just a functionary, and that the true source of her circle’s woes was the Bureau of Destiny itself. Would she kill all hundred Sidereals and every god in their service? Listening to his wisdom, Snapdragon began to calm down.

She and Hran-Tzu spoke for some time yet, with the Raven King noting that death was a very final solution—which was its own worst quality. Killing a human was an irrevocable action, something that you couldn’t take back. Every man must die, he agreed, but ending a life before its time was a terrible burden. Killing a man meant accepting responsibility for all the choices he might have made someday, and now never would. Snapdragon held instead that not killing a man when you could made you responsible for all the evil he did thereafter.

While they disagreed on some philosophical points, Snapdragon and Hran-Tzu parted ways amicably, with the Solar choosing to spare Oberen’s life. She vowed that if he ever interfered with them on Creation again, though, her mercy would reach its already tenuous limits.

Session 24: Outstanding Warrant
In which our Heroes face the knife-edge politics of Yu-Shan

Session 24: Outstanding Warrant

As dawn came in Creation, Red Lion bowed to his sifu and bade him goodbye. A night of training with Five Days Darkness had refined his brawling into a true martial art—Solar Hero Style. Now, he had only to pass through the Calibration Gate, catch up to his friends, and see the wonders of Yu-Shan. It all sounded so simple.

Meanwhile, at the mansion belonging to one of Prism’s prior incarnations, the rest of the circle was doing their best to relax. They had #1130 looking out for Red Lion’s arrival in the city, Sankara keeping an eye on official channels, and Gideon listening to the sounds of their mystical brothers’ bond since he needed no sleep. Prism meditated in the main hall, unused to such opulence and wondering what sort of man his previous self—this person called “the Hierophant”—might have been.

Red Lion’s meeting with celestial lions went no more smoothly than his companions’ had, though he was eventually able to negotiate his way past them with a combination of raw charisma and genuine fanboyishness. Outside, a strange metal spider was waiting for him, and he hired a barque to take him to his friends. Once he realized that he still had to pay for such luxuries in Heaven—and that he was just as broke as on Creation—he had to persuade the driver to wait outside the mansion for him while he ran in and begged money from Ven.

The circle was pleased to see that their exuberant Dawn Caste had arrived safe and sound, and quickly explained to him the problems they had encountered. On hearing that he was wanted for a crime, and apparently a quite serious one, Red Lion has shocked. He hadn’t meant to do any harm; he was just trying to win. Blazer bitterly pointed out to him that the cost of winning wasn’t just the destruction of a manse and the wrecking of a relationship with other Solars, it was also being tried for high crimes in Heaven. Red Lion fell into a more pensive mood than his usual outgoing nature.

Before they could begin to make plans, a knock came on the front door. Prism opened it to find a huge shark-like deity standing there, backed up by a small horde of clockwork men with golden wings. He produced a writ of search for the premises, as well as a new summons. It seemed that Red Lion was now also wanted in conjunction with a civil suit; a Sidereal named Oberen was suing him for personal damages and humiliation, with the upshot being that if Red Lion lost the case Oberen would take the Lion’s Roar!

Prism asked for a minute to consult with his circle mates and examine the writ of search. The deity politely acknowledged the request, and while he waited outside the circle scrambled to hide Red Lion as best as they could. The next several hours were an exercise in desperation as the clockwork soldiers became ever more resourceful at seeking out hiding places. Though they never found him and went away frustrated, the search convinced Red Lion more than ever that he had to do something to stop this.

He told the others: he was going to turn himself in.

The protest was immense. If he went to trial, the odds weren’t just stacked against him—they were utterly impossible. The entire court system was set up by their enemies, staffed by their enemies, and manipulated by their enemies. Going to trial was a death sentence. Gideon pointed out that, in a very real sense, Red Lion was guilty; going to trial to prove himself innocent was relying on the system to fail rather than succeed. Perhaps the most vicious and vehement of the decriers was Snapdragon.

“There are no heroes,” she lamented bitterly, “only dead fools.” What was the point in him throwing his life away in some foolhardy gesture with no chance of success? Was he really so desperate to die? Red Lion looked at her and saw the desperation in her eyes. Snapdragon was genuinely scared for his life, and it touched him deeply enough that he almost embraced her—almost. He was still a little afraid of her, even at her most vulnerable. Naturally, Venomous Spur backed up her mate, while Prism was in favor of any tactic that brought the fight directly to the hated Sidereals.

In the end, Red Lion’s adamant stance on the matter decided it. He would turn himself in on three conditions: first, the trial had to happen within 24 hours of his arrest; second, he must be tried by a single judge, and that judge must be of the highest rank of gods; and third, he would have his circle as his legal team. Their friendly neighborhood pattern spider was dispatched to the appropriate authorities with these conditions, and the circle settled in to wait. Sankara nervously informed them that due to various problems in her office, she would not be permitted to act as legal counsel—officially. She would still be in the stands during the trial and pass as much information to Blazer and Gideon as she could manage.

Within the hour, the authorities and the press were at the gates of Prism’s mansion. Red Lion exited calmly, more the arrival of a war hero than a criminal. He answered questions pleasantly but noncommittally, and turned himself in to the celestial lions. Gideon and Snapdragon sensed impending danger however, and they quickly zipped to the top of a nearby pagoda with Blazer to stop a Sidereal sniper from ending Red Lion’s life before he could come to trial. The assassin escaped, however; they were getting quite sick of Sidereals and their ability to end a conflict without resolution.

Red Lion and Ven were transported to a facility that was more guest quarters than prison, but the guards outside the doors left little doubt about their true purpose. Ven rapidly started spreading around her wealth to make friends and influence people, and by the end of the first hour there, the guards were calling Red Lion “sir” and Ven “ma’am.” No one knew what tomorrow might bring, but tonight was the time to gather their strength, muster their forces, and start turning the tide of public opinion in their favor.

With the next day would come the trial…

Session 23: The Celestial City
In which our Heroes travel to Heaven itself in their continuing quest for truth

Session 23: The Celestial City

Passing through the gate along a white-lit path, the circle (less Red Lion) found themselves emerging in a grand terminal decorated in gold, silver, and adamant. Within were a trio of enormous golden lion statues blocking the exit, an adamant gate through which bright light trickled. Before they could do much more than assess their surroundings, the golden “statues” came to life and challenged them. When they explained that they had come through the Calibration Gate with visitors’ passes issued by Five Days Darkness, the lions just sighed and tried to turn them back anyway. Yu-Shan was no place for mortal tourists, even those favored by “the outcast.”

Finally, Gideon flared his anima banner and declared that the Solar Exalted had returned to Heaven—and suddenly, the celestial lions were much more helpful. The circle was escorted from the terminal station onto a great platform that looked out onto Yu-Shan, the Celestial City. Filled with golden pagodas, silver towers, crystal spires, and all manner of strange beings, the city was like nothing on Creation. None of them had ever seen anything so majestic. The lion suggested that they find a guide, and they were quickly able to engage the services of a pattern spider called #1130 to help them find their way around.

After discovering that hiring a flying vessel would cost them money, a few inquiries to #1130 led them to a small shrine to the banking gods where they were told that they could withdraw funds if they still had any remaining in Yu-Shan’s many prayer banks. A quick check revealed that all of them had some degree of funds—and that Venomous Spur was downright wealthy, since she had an active cult back in Creation. Their confusion was abated when they were told that money in Heaven was made of condensed prayers. When they withdrew the funds, they found that the “money” was actually gold foil wrapped around an edible substance; a quick bite revealed that it was delicious on its own, regardless of any worth. Another quick check revealed that Red Lion’s account was actually overdrawn slightly; it was all too easy for Ven to imagine him withdrawing everything from his account and eating it all.

While they withdrew their funds, they were harassed by an elephant-headed god and some of his compatriots. They insisted that they were local street deities and that passing through “their turf” warranted a little prayer. Prism and Gideon saw through their dialogue immediately to what was really going on: a shakedown. Prism snarled that they were attempting to meddle in the affairs of the Solar Exalted, and unfurled the wrappings from his daiklave—the God-Slicing Shard of Radiance. Unimpressed by the blade, they were somewhat more cowed by Snapdragon name-dropping her sifu: Sunder Redhood, the Nexus god of murder. Now knowing what they faced, the thug-gods were less focused on continuing their scam and quickly withdrew.

Armed now with a ready supply of money and a guide, the circle was more prepared to face the challenges of Yu-Shan—or so they thought. They rented a barque for the day, but eschewed a pilot since Ven had experience working with magitech devices. Flying through the skies of Heaven was a beautiful and peaceful experience. As they took in the scenery, they debated their next course of action.

Ven was looking forward to investigating the Bureau of Nature in the hopes of finding the legendary leak that sometimes aided Lunars; she was also secretly hoping to investigate the records of mortal reincarnations to find what had become of her husband’s soul, though she did not mention this. Prism of Truth was insistent on “rooting out the corruption in Heaven,” starting with the Sidereals, though the rest of the circle viewed that more as a long-term goal than a statement of intent. Snapdragon had little interest in a place like this, though she was inwardly hoping for another chance at Oberen. Gideon himself was fascinated by how things might have gotten so bad in Heaven that gods were reduced to little more than thugs, extorting worship from travelers.

While they were flying, they asked #1130 quite a few questions before stumbling onto restricted information and receiving a warning that they should land and wait for the authorities. Rather than doing so, Ven panicked and ran; she was convinced that speaking to the authorities would be tantamount to turning themselves over to the Sidereals. As the barque flew, it was rapidly joined in the sky by pursuing clouds, winged creatures, and various other flying vehicles. Ven grew more desperate, even throwing poor #1130 out of the barque, as she realized that she couldn’t outrun their pursuers. Finally, their barque was forced down.

Before the circle could be arrested for anything, a blue-robed woman with glasses stepped off a nearby flying cloud and approached the pursuit force’s chief. She was quickly able to work out an arrangement for him to back off and allow the circle to go about their business. After a few deft legal maneuvers, the heroes were once again in the clear. When they asked who she was, she replied that her name was Sankara Holtz—and that she was their self-appointed lawyer! Ven started to say that they didn’t need a lawyer, her natural distrust of the Sidereals coming through, but the rest of the circle pointed out that they might have just gotten in serious trouble without her help, so she deserved to be heard out. She had also brought back #1130, who didn’t appear to carry a grudge for Ven tossing her out of a flying vehicle.

Sankara first asked if Red Lion was with them. When they answered in the negative, she was relieved; as it turned out, Red Lion had a warrant out for his arrest. She explained that when he discharged the Dawn’s First Light cannon into the Dome of the Sky during the destruction of the Zarrith Manse, it had caused major damage that took weeks to repair. While “vandalism” didn’t sound like a serious charge, it was apparently worthy of a death sentence if Red Lion were found guilty. There were a slew of lesser charges as well, including impeding a servant of Heaven in his official duties. Sankara recommended that they seek out allies while she prepared a defense. The fact that Red Lion was technically guilty would make it harder, but not necessarily impossible. After gathering a little more information about the situation, they decided that their best chance of finding a friendly face in Yu-Shan was to approach Lytek, the God of Exaltation.

The offices of the Bureau of Heaven were vast, expansive, and almost mind-boggling in size and complexity. This was clearly the center of a vital, thriving bureaucracy and a seat of divine power and authority. In contrast, the offices of Lytek, God of Exaltation, were run-down, shabby, and ill-kept. The only staff present seemed to be Lytek’s secretary, an officious-looking deity who looked something like a humanoid meerkat wearing glasses and a robe. After discussing the nature of their visit, they were ushered into Lytek’s inner sanctum, where they found the one they sought—passed out on his desk, an empty bottle of celestial wine next to his hand.

Though it took a little time and effort to wake him up, in the end he greeted them warmly, and not with a small number of tears. He examined each of them in turn, seeming to see beneath their skin to their very souls, and commented on how well they were doing… except for Snapdragon and Blazer, who seemed to disturb him. He admitted that at least some of Snapdragon’s personality problems might be his fault, since he was responsible for pruning the memories off of Exaltations between incarnations, and often chose to not remove all of them. Blazer was intrigued by the idea, but Lytek told him that he was only doing his best to help them all remember things that he thought would be important. It didn’t always work out, since it was more art than science…

Lytek lamented the disappearance of Autochthon, who would have known far more about all of it than he did. The circle managed to realize that Lytek was essentially a mechanic who had been promoted into a position of authority, and pledged to repay his friendship with as much aid as they could offer. Even Snapdragon and Blazer agreed that he was just doing his best, which was more than they could say for most of the gods they had met. They stayed with Lytek well into the night, chatting about the history of the First Age and catching up on many things that they had not previously known about their origins and powers.

They decided to settle in at Lytek’s and wait for their wayward Dawn Caste to catch up to them. By now, it must be morning in Creation, and Five Days Darkness would be gone with the rising sun. When he caught up to them, all hell would surely break loose, so it was time to get some rest while they could. Lytek informed them that Prism’s previous incarnations owned a mansion in the central district of Yu-Shan. A quick barque ride brought them to Prism’s “humble” home—an enormous mansion inlaid with precious metals and filled with essence-forged servants. Prism wondered what sort of person his previous incarnation must have been to revel in such decadence… but it was a place to sleep for the night.

Session 22: Negotiations
In which our Heroes work overtime for a front-row seat to the political process

Session 22: Negotiations

After their resounding victory at the Battle of Ocho-Rin Hill, the circle set to making the new city-state of Ochorin into a viable place to live and work. With the aid of two ex-Guildsmen—the somewhat reluctant Mistress Shun and the somewhat more enthusiastic Cho Pang—the circle quickly negotiated supplies of food and other necessities for the freedmen. Cho Pang’s defection from the Guild to the side of the freedmen struck a suspicious chord with Gideon, who suspected that the merchant’s scribe, Woodmouse, might well be the one really pulling the strings in their relationship. Still, they couldn’t really refuse the help under the circumstances.

With Ochorin momentarily self-sufficient, they returned to Delsinar to meet with King Voshun. The boy-king was more self-assured then the last time they had seen him, more confident in his rule, though still a stammering teenager in the presence of Snapdragon. From Voshun, they learned that Fiori had been as good as his word and returned the Delsinarian hostages to their homes in exchange for some vague territorial concessions that would appease the Mishakans without costing Delsinar much at all. They were working on a formal treaty, including a way to share the profits from the formerly contested jade mine, but it was slow going due to the interference of their respective councilors.

The season of Fire was rapidly drawing to a close, and Calibration was approaching. The circle had previously agreed to travel to Marita ahead of the Mishakan-Delsinarian contingent and acquire housing for their delegation, in order to better their position with the Confederation Council. Without a formal embassy, the small nations wouldn’t be able to remain in Marita for the duration of the month-long conference, making it difficult to gain allies or importance. The circle sought to rectify that as part of their long-term plan to unite the Scavenger Lands under a single government.

Traveling speedily to Marita in the Lion’s Roar, the circle encountered little in the way of threat or resistance. Venomous Spur sent messengers and coin ahead to prepare the way, so that by the time they got there, the arrival of their warstrider was met with a formal parade through the city. Negotiations for the last blocs of housing were under way already, so the circle had to use every ounce of their cunning, savvy, and manipulation to jockey for position in the highly politicized climate. Red Lion spent a lot of time at noodle stands. Finally, after a couple of days of backroom deals and heavy bribes, the circle had managed to negotiate a large, expansive embassy for the joint nation delegation.

Not long after Fiori and Voshun arrived, the embassy had its first formal visitor: the ambassador from Thorns! Calling himself Typhon, Wink of the Storm’s Eye, the handsome young man acted little like the deathknights the circle had previously met, though his clothing was still festooned with the signs of Abyssal allegiance. He was gracious and charming, and obviously knew each of the circle by name and appearance. He bantered with the group for a while; the Solars were clearly expecting a fight or trick of some kind, while Ven was all too aware of what was really going on. The Abyssal before them had come to negotiate—a far more dangerous prospect than a fight in some ways.

Typhon opened up with assertions of the non-murderous intent of his homeland. Thorns, he insisted, was no more evil than any other nation that warred with its neighbors; indeed, most of the hostilities that had gone on over the last five years were born more out of misconceptions and misunderstandings than genuine malice. The Mask of Winters had liberated Thorns from the grip of the Realm—which they could only agree was a good thing. In turn, he was now looking to legitimize his rule in the eyes of his neighbors. Thus, Typhon had been appointed to be his voice at Marita, representing Thorns as a member of the Confederation of Rivers.

The circle was shocked. Thorns had been accepted into the Confederation? Typhon pointed out that nothing in the charter of the Confederation forbade its member states from warring on one another; it only set rules and boundaries for those conflicts and outlined mutual defense policies against outside aggression. It also offered the opportunity to meet with other sovereign powers under equal terms, either at Marita or through diplomatic channels that might otherwise not be open. It was Typhon’s intention to start reaching out to other nations through the Council to show them that Thorns wasn’t the terrible boogeyman it had been made out to be. To that end, his homeland was going to start admitting small numbers of visitors for the purpose of diplomatic negotiations.

Before that could happen, however, he had wanted to meet with the circle personally. Though the Council hadn’t yet met, he was hoping that they could go ahead and began hashing out a mutual non-aggression pact between Thorns and the power bloc represented by the circle. Though Gideon demurred that they had no authority to make any sort of agreements, Fiori and Voshun insisted that the circle’s opinions were vital to their nations’ decisions. With that in mind, Typhon outlined the basics of his proposal: Thorns would publicly acknowledge the sovereignty of the Lo Mountains tri-state region—including Delsinar, Mishaka, and Ochorin—and honor its borders in exchange for total non-interference. Thorns would make no war on any nation that was part of their treaty—but in return, the treaty nations could offer no aid or alliance to any nation that Thorns chose to fight. There was also some stuff about preferential economic treatment that would be vital to the region’s growth, but the crux of the matter was the non-aggression pact.

Though Fiori and Voshun were clearly tempted, Gideon and Blazer were immediately suspicious. Blazer’s advanced intellect grasped the implications of the treaty right away: Thorns wasn’t afraid of Mishaka or Delsinar or Ochorin—it was afraid of the Solars, and this treaty was a sop to shut them up and keep them away. The reverse implication was also quite clear to Gideon: “Leave us alone, and we’ll leave you alone—but get in our way, and your friends get moved to the top of our conquest list.” Fortunately, Red Lion wasn’t present to object to even hearing Typhon out, but the rest of the circle was deeply disturbed by the offer. On the one hand, it would give Thorns free reign to move about without interference on their part; on the other, the price of defiance would be a war that would cost innocent people their lives, even if they won.

Without any way to navigate the morass of conflicting loyalties at present, the circle could only ask for some time to think about Typhon’s proposal. He agreed that it was a fair request, but insisted that they not take too long. He was a mere diplomat, and his master would surely make a decision on his own before too much longer if he didn’t receive a firm answer…

That night, on patrol, Snapdragon chanced to encounter Typhon again. The two of them discussed many things, and eventually the topic turned to Snapdragon’s sister, the Maiden of the Mirthless Smile. Typhon mentioned that he had worked with her a few times and that she seemed to respect his opinion. If Snapdragon would be his advocate to her allies, he would happily be hers to her sister. Snapdragon was moved by his offer and couldn’t help but accept it. If there was even a chance that she and Dahlia could be sisters again, she had to take the risk.

Red Lion was starting to get antsy. After days of politics and diplomacy, he had used up all the money that Ven had given him on noodle stands and cheap trinkets. His mind had begun to wander toward improving his martial prowess and to the challenges on the road to proving himself the strongest fighter in the world. His mind turned toward the Green Lady’s words, that Five Days Darkness could give him a decent run for his money. Ven too was interested in the god of Calibration; supposedly, during the five days of his name, he could show supplicants the way to the gates of Yu-Shan.

After everything was settled for the time being in Marita, the circle made their way to the forests outside the city and let Red Lion issue the challenge. As the sun set, plunging the sky into perfect blackness on the first night of Calibration, the deity made his appearance. He arrived in the shape of a four-armed man made of blackness, looking remarkably like a negative image of Red Lion with extra limbs. Though they were prepared for a fight, Five Days Darkness instead greeted them warmly and with great praise. It seemed that he loved Solars; he would happily spar with Red Lion if he wanted, but he preferred to hang out and shoot the breeze.

The circle managed to uncover some things about the dark god’s origin, namely that he was the shadow of the Unconquered Sun, unable to bear the light of day—but that he held no ire toward the Incarnae. He had fought on the side of the gods during the Primordial War, and he had even kept a long-distance correspondence going with Sol Invictus before he got too busy to respond. Five Days Darkness seemed only wrathful against the calendar gods, the deities who embodied the seasons, months, and days. Red Lion made a mental note to do the god a solid when they got to heaven by punking out some calendar deity.

A few hours of banter and explanations later, the circle was ready to travel to Yu-Shan, the Celestial City. Red Lion asked to stay behind for the night to learn from Five Days Darkness, who agreed to become Red Lion’s sifu. The rest were taken to the Calibration Gate and advised that they should return to Creation before the end of Calibration; otherwise, they would be on their own. Taking his advice to heart, the circle bade their new ally farewell and stepped through the shimmering portal…


The next four months could hardly have been more different than the four that had preceded them. On the surface, they were mostly the same: Blazer went from town to settlement to village, helping with local matters however he could for a few days before moving along. Of course, now he had his Lunar, he had confidence, and somehow, he had his stability back. He still started off as Blazer the scholar and doctor, but if the troubles facing a community were serious, he no longer shied away from introducing people to Blazer Orpheus the Twilight Solar, either. At times – even occasionally when he wore the brilliant setting sun openly on his forehead – he actually felt like his old self again.
And even though reality had been different, at times he felt as if Ardent Huntress had always been right there by his side, even when he had been living at the Librarium; in fact, with fewer and fewer intrusions from past life memories, those days felt even crisper in his mind. She just so naturally fit into every aspect of his life that he was starting to find it difficult to imagine life without her. Further proof of their Lunar-Solar bond he would never need, whatever his memories – or lack thereof – said to the contrary.

Their gradual trek across the North eventually led them east, to the town of Bright Vista. Though not nearly so large as Whitewall or one of the states of the League, Bright Vista was considerably bigger than any of the settlements they had visited so far, and sat nestled in a crook in a mountain range that gave it a long, majestic view of one of the white plains. Blazer usually preferred to hit smaller places that might normally go without doctors, but Huntress wanted to relax a little, and since it was not too far out of their way, it seemed a sensible enough detour. Built primarily out of solid pine Northern timber, the homes were surprisingly cozy and welcoming; it was a sign that they were outside the reach of icewalker tribes.

“Ahh…finally, a bed in a proper inn, and not somewhere in Elsewhere, for a change.” Huntress tapped a finger to her chin and looked up in thought. “’Somewhere in Elsewhere’…that doesn’t quite sound right, does it?”

“What are you talking about?” Blazer asked with a raised eyebrow as they walked together down the main road in the town. “We’ve stayed in inns before. And besides, since when have you been finicky about where we sleep? Weren’t you the one who made fun of me for complaining that one time we slept on the ground after Falun?”

Giving a slightly peeved frown, Huntress made a quiet growl at him and tossed her head. “Hmph. Yes, I did, because you were being a baby.”

“I wasn’t being a baby. That patch of ground made the cots from my trainee days feel like cushions fit for a king.”

“But that shouldn’t have mattered,” she said with big sympathetic eyes. “After all, you were sleeping next to your lioness, right?”

“Sorry, but my back says it doesn’t work that way, dear. You’re the fantastically-built one between us.”

Huntress rolled her eyes. “Compliments, eh? I suppose I can let you slide, for now. In all honesty, I just really want the chance to look around some actual shops.”

“Huh. I never pictured you to be the type.”

“You still have much to learn about me, Blazer Orpheus.” As she finished those words, Huntress suddenly stopped in her tracks, and her head turned to look off towards a spot in the distance.

Blazer noticed, and tilted his head as he looked over at her. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I’ve just got some things I need to take care of. I’ll meet you on the south side of town when I’m finished, okay?”

“Um…okay, but what-” He didn’t get to finish his question, as Huntress loped off with her impossibly-long strides, and then was out of sight within mere moments. Letting his shoulders droop, Blazer just shook his head, and took a long look around. Since he had the time, he decided that he might as well make use of it….

The white wolf, a dark shock of fur forming a streak from his neck and down his back, dashed across the frozen plains, his strides tossing up sprays of snow, and a bright light shining from his forehead. As he traveled, he eventually was met by a lioness with fur the color of the setting sun, whose form shifted and wavered indistinctly. The two of them ran alongside each other, changing from a straight path to a circuitous, roundabout one, and as they traveled, the lioness gradually absorbed bits of the light streaming from the wolf, dimming it slightly but still noticeably. Eventually they wound up at the edge of a mountain range, where they slowed to a halt at a sheer drop-off overlooking miles of frozen plains.

Seated on a bench in one of the town’s parks, the tall, stoic stranger opened his eyes. He had had that same vision nearly since he had entered the North, but in the past few weeks the vision had repeated more frequently. He needed no further sign that the Unconquered Sun had a significant task for him, and so he had traveled to this location, this town of Bright Vista, as the vision had become clearer. And now, as he thought back on the feeling of finality that settled into his mind as the wolf and lion ended their journey, he was even more convinced that he had come to the right place. There was another Solar in Bright Vista, and he was in some sort of trouble.

Sipping a cup of hot tea outside, Blazer sat back in his chair and watched as people passed on their daily business. Bright Vista was quiet, peaceful, and relaxed. There had been a couple of minor illnesses, but nothing requiring any of his powers. Considering the sort of schedule that Huntress had been keeping them to, scouting out places where they were needed and guiding him along, he had expected at least a little something more troublesome. But he couldn’t really argue with the serenity – and the local tea was incredible. It was nice to have a big shot of ordinary for a change.

But the normalcy of his afternoon was broken a moment later, as a man the size of a mountain walked down the street towards the family restaurant he was occupying. Blazer had of course seen his share of strange people while traveling around, but this guy was more than just strange. Taller than Brisk Mountain Gale, he was dressed like no Northerner Blazer had ever seen, in a strange one-shouldered robe, and carried a huge cleaver of a weapon over one shoulder. The people of Bright Vista steered clear of the man, but they didn’t seem afraid of him so much as respectfully wary. For his part, the bald fellow took little-to-no notice of the townsfolk; rather, as he approached, he turned his severe glance on Blazer, and gave him an appraising look before stopping a few paces away.

“Can I…help you with something?” Blazer said as he toned down his wide-eyed surprise.

“Yes. Would you be the Twilight Solar known as Blazer Orpheus?” The man’s voice was deep and resounding, and commanded respect.

Glancing around out of habit, Blazer blinked a few times, and studied him carefully. Was this another Dragonblood? That sort of bold approach certainly fit them. “Indeed, you’ve found the right man.” The other patrons of the restaurant had made it a point to be elsewhere as they had seen the man draw near, and the street around them was empty. That was good; if it came to a fight, he could hopefully lead this guy out of town before something bad happened.

“Do not worry, I did not come here to attack you, Blazer.” As the man spoke, his forehead lit up in a golden sun, and a bright light followed by a spectrum of color flashed behind him. “We have much to discuss, for the Unconquered Sun has plans for us. I am called Prism of Truth.”

If his curiosity had not already been piqued, that would have sealed the deal. Blazer had learned that this far North, ideas of the Anathema and their patron deity were less likely to cause a panic, but even so, not even a fool invoked the name of Sol Invictus lightly. In that moment, a vision claimed Blazer’s senses. Instead of sitting at a restaurant before a giant stranger, he was standing on a balcony overlooking a vast square filled with thousands of people. A man in a high-collared blue coat with wild red hair longer than his own stood on a hill on one side of the square, making an impassioned speech while a golden sun blazed on his forehead. Every person below stood in rapt attention, and when he finished speaking, they erupted into a thunderous cheer. Something told him that he knew that man casually, but he couldn’t come up with a name before he flashed back to the present.

“Zenith Caste…” Blazer murmured without thinking. “Yes, I suppose we do have some things to discuss. It’s nice to meet you, Prism of Truth. Please, have a seat.”

Crouching over a set of large tracks, Ardent Huntress traced the dirt with two fingers, studying the footprints carefully and reading their owner through them. Yes, he had traveled this way, just as she had anticipated. It was too early to tell if everything would be falling into place, but for now she had what she was looking for.

Now to find Blazer again, she told herself as she stood back up and took off in the direction of the footprints. We’ll see how things go from there….

“Are you sure I can’t get some tea for you, Prism?” Blazer offered once more. The serving girl had finally come out of hiding a few moments earlier, when it became obvious that the newcomer did not intend any confrontation, but she was still eying the much larger man with a cautious eye, staying much farther away from the small table than she had been when it was only Blazer. And Prism did little to help matters with his grave, serious expression – though Blazer was starting to think that was less of an “expression,” and more just the natural cast of the man’s features.

“No thank you, more water will do just fine,” the taller man said. He sat across from Blazer, his daiklave resting on the ground and against the table, looking a bit uncomfortable in the chair, though the only giveaway was a slight twitch of his eye that most people probably wouldn’t have picked up on.

“So…you said that you had something important to say a moment ago.”

“I do, in fact. I believe it very likely that you are in danger, Blazer.” Turning his head to look down the street, Prism eventually let his eyes trail back over again. “Did you come here with a companion?”

“I did,” Blazer said slowly. “My Lunar, Ardent Huntress.”

Prism was quiet for a moment, those eyes studying Blazer carefully once more. “Then I would like to speak with her as soon as possible. I believe that may allow me to get to the bottom of this matter immediately.”

Furrowing his eyebrows, Blazer thought over that. It didn’t have a reassuring sound. “Can you tell me why you need to speak to her?”

“Blaaaazer, I’m back!” Huntress’s voice called out down the street. When Blazer turned to look, he saw the fair-haired lioness waving animatedly as she jogged up to the table, clasped her hands, and bent over towards him with a bright smile. “Did you miss me? And who’s your big friend?”

“Ardent Huntress, this is Prism of Truth.” Blazer said with a slight gesture towards the other man. “He’s a…well…he’s a Zenith Caste Solar.”

Her expression suddenly growing measured and even a bit suspicious, Huntress stood back up to her full height, and gave a slight nod of greeting. “I see. I assume you’ve just met?”

“Why, yes,” Blazer responded with no small amount of confusion. “Is something wrong?”

Prism stood up slowly, and regarded Huntress with a skeptical look in his eyes. When she not only refused to back down from his stare, but returned it with a frosty look of her own, the two just stood there for a long while, sizing each other up, not moving a muscle. Blazer looked back and forth between them a few times, but before he could speak, Huntress preempted him.

“I think it would be wise if we left, Blazer.”

“What? Why?”

“I’ve finished with my business here in town, and I see little reason to stay any longer.” Whatever her words, the look in Huntress’s eyes spoke volumes about her decision.

“Then I must insist that I accompany you,” Prism said without so much as a delay. “For I have concluded my own purposes as well.”

Looking back and forth between them again, Blazer tried to form words, but all he could find was stunned silence. Finally, when the two once again engaged in a staring match, he raised both hands in resignation. “Okay, okay. So we all leave. We can do that. Let’s just…everyone calm down, and we’ll be good, alright?” Once it seemed like the two wouldn’t raise any objections, he continued. “I just need to get a few things in town first.”

Huntress looked at him in consternation. “Are you serious?”

“Yes, Huntress,” he said with an exasperated glance. “Now, please, can you chill out?”

Giving him another sharp look, one that bordered on a glare, Huntress finally huffed and turned away, her tail twitching in palpable annoyance. “Fine. Just don’t take too long. And stop looking at me like that!”

Blazer got the rest of the time he needed to run errands in Bright Vista. There were a few homes he had been referred to by local officials where sick needed tending to, and it was a large enough town that the few materials he required were easily attained. However, the whole time he worked, he felt a storm brewing behind him. Whatever had gotten into Huntress refused to fade, and once or twice he thought he could actually see the hostile sparks flying between her and Prism of Truth. It made little sense to him – true, Prism’s clearly ascetic and somber nature was a considerable contrast to her own lighthearted attitude, but Blazer found him pleasant enough, and besides that, the man hadn’t done anything untoward. He didn’t understand, but all Huntress would do whenever he asked her about it was frown disapprovingly, say “I just don’t think he can be trusted,” and dart off like an angry cat, so he let it be after the first hour or two.

For his part, Prism seemed equally put off by Huntress. Not so much by overt action – the man rarely spoke more than two words to Huntress after that first exchange, but there was plenty enough subtext in the way his eyes practically slid past her, as if not even deigning to recognize her presence. Blazer winced when he noticed that; Huntress was nothing if not extremely proud, and a slight like that should have ended in heated words, if not a brawl, from his experiences with her. Remarkably, though, even when it seemed as if she wouldn’t take being outright ignored, Huntress showed unheard-of self-control, and settled for a derisive sniff or muttered curse without resorting to more confrontational measures. It was far from ideal, especially if Prism was going to be traveling with them for a while, but for the time being it was at least tolerable.

Except Huntress didn’t seem to feel the same way.

“We have to get rid of that man, Blazer.” As the two of them sat inside a covered noodle stand while Prism fetched simpler food elsewhere, Huntress sidled up next to him and spoke quietly but urgently into his ear. “He can’t be trusted.”

Glancing towards the owner of the stand, who made a very good show of being completely uninterested in their conversation, Blazer leaned over towards her and frowned. “You keep saying that, Huntress, but I don’t know why. Can’t you be a little more forthcoming?”

“I just don’t like him.”

“Why not?”


“’Because’ isn’t an excuse, Huntress. We aren’t six years old, and you know that I won’t simply let it remain at that.”

“…” Giving her own look towards the noodle chef, who looked suddenly even less interested, Huntress turned back to Blazer. “Look, I don’t like Zenith Castes, alright? I never have trusted them, and I never will.”

“That doesn’t sound like a very solid justification to me. How many of them have you met?”

“More than enough to know how they are, and how they think. This one’s no different; ‘Unconquered Sun’ this and ‘Sol Invictus says’ that. No brain beyond religious doctrine, and that rubs me the wrong way.”

Blazer sighed. “I’ll grant that Prism seems a little…intense. But you’ve not even known him a single day! Try and give him a chance, alright?”


“For me? You know how much meeting another Solar means to me. And if he can teach me about my Exaltation, then he’s even more valuable an acquaintance.”

“…” Huntress looked as if she had just bitten into a rotten haunch of meat, but she finally nodded reluctantly. “Fine. I’ll give him a chance, for you. But if he does anything suspicious – anything – I’ll be on him, claws out.”

Blazer frowned, and stared at her intently for a long while. He had never had much luck browbeating her before, so he had no idea what made him try it this time.

Miraculously, though, her cheeks colored faintly, and she got a look of embarrassment on her face before turning away in a huff. “Alright, alright. I’ll behave. Don’t look at me like you’re going to tie me up over it.”

He eyed her flatly. “You would put it that way.”

Night fell in Bright Vista, but the small town didn’t follow the sun’s lead as it might have most other places. In fact, if anything, the residents seemed to get livelier as the last rays of sunset spread across the sky; there was a feeling of anticipation that was almost palpable in the air. When the first stars began to appear in the night sky, Blazer learned what was going on. At first, there was just the appearance of a single lit paper lantern atop the town’s only inn, but within moments the gourd-shaped beacon, easily as large as a man and thrice as broad, was joined by dozens, and then hundreds more like it, until every building in the town seemed aglow with the radiance of its own personal lanterns, in a myriad of colors. The effect was such that the town itself made the mountain nook it nestled within glow with a soft, welcoming light; this must have been what the name “Bright Vista” actually referred to.

“So that’s why everyone seemed to be taking it easy through the middle of the day,” Blazer murmured to himself as he walked under the lights with Huntress. Where most of the townsfolk had seemed to vanish off of the streets after the height of the day, now whole families, including young children, began to bustle around, filling small eateries, heading to the several parks that dotted the landscape with some of the largest and most fancifully-shaped lanterns, and generally just being as energetic as most towns at noon. Though he had read about similar habits in other locales, it was an experience that was new to Blazer, and he couldn’t contain his curiosity.

Unfortunately, he also hadn’t taken much of a break since arriving earlier in the day, and what with trying to get so much done – and dealing with the headache caused by Huntress and Prism of Truth’s friction – he was feeling the fatigue. Not for the first time, he wished for some of Huntress’s stamina; she, of course, looked as fresh-faced and alert as ever as she took in their surroundings with her golden eyes.

As if on cue, those eyes suddenly turned to regard him, and a smirk spread its way onto her face. “What’s wrong, cub? Your eyes look a little heavy.”

“You might say that. I do feel a little tired. But I want to check out this night life, it looks quite intr-” Blazer’s response was interrupted by a big yawn, making him blush a bit in embarrassment. “Er, intriguing.”

“Had I thought about it, I would have suggested you take a nap earlier. Come to think of it….” Trailing off as she looked towards one of the park paths that was more softly lit, she reached over and clasped his hand, then tugged him in that direction. “C’mon. We can go sit down in there, and you can doze off for a few minutes.”

“In a park? Why not go back and get, you know, a bed?”

“Do you really want to bother with that at the moment? And besides, if you get that comfortable, you might not wake up until the morning. Wouldn’t you rather nap with me, under the sky?”

Blazer rubbed the side of his nose as he looked down. “Yeah…that does sound pretty nice….”

“Well then let’s go! I want some time to check out all of those lanterns myself later, you know.”

Following along as she led him into the park, Blazer felt Huntress squeezing his hand a little more warmly than was necessary, and smiled to himself as he returned the squeeze. He just watched her as she scanned the nearby area, and then finally settled on a small patch of clear grass with a good view of several of the larger lanterns, but which was still mostly obscured by pine trees from anyone else.

“This’ll do nicely.” Letting go of his hand finally, Huntress knelt down to smooth out a sitting spot for the two of them, and then looked back up to him, her eyes inviting.

Settling down next to her, Blazer lay back and rested his head in her lap. The familiar warmth of her abdomen instantly soothed away some of his fatigue, and he sighed pleasantly as she interlaced her fingers in his hair. He opened his eyes to see her looking down at him affectionately, and she leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead as she spoke just above a whisper.

“Sweet dreams, Blazer.”

“I’ll see you soon, Huntress.”

Blazer nodded off nearly the moment his head hit Huntress’s lap. That was about as she had expected; he had looked tired enough to fall asleep at any moment for some time. He often pushed himself far beyond the limits of his own endurance, even when there was no need. But that was a flaw she had come to cherish, as she had most of his little quirks. Part of her had been apprehensive upon finally locating him; would he remember her? Would he truly embrace her as he should? There was no real way of knowing – Solars were mutable, unpredictable, even across incarnations, often. As she soothingly brushed some of his long ultramarine locks away from his closed eyes, she wondered just how many faces he had worn over time. He had been a passionate philosopher, a dutiful acolyte, a coldly-efficient strategist, and so many other things in the millenia since their first meeting. And yet, his heart had taken her in as readily as if they had known each other their entire lives, surprising her in the quiet intensity of his emotions. As it had turned out, she had underestimated even her own level of affection for the young Twilight who now rested under her watchful eye, secure in the knowledge that she would protect him. Everything was going according to plan.

In fact, it had all gone so well that she had to take a moment to congratulate herself. Since she had found him, about to throw his life away to a pack of wolves, she had carefully nurtured the hero’s soul that had called out to his Exaltation in the first place, guiding him along a path crafted to restore the greatness he had known so long ago. It hadn’t been easy; even discounting immortal threats, the North was not a forgiving land. When one threw Dragon-blooded, meddling Sidereals, other Solars, and even the possibility of a certain Lunar showing up into the mix, it became a constant game of wits and skill, figuring out how to divert her Copper Spider from some threats, eliminate others, and cultivate challenges that would test him, push him, without breaking him, all while keeping him from discovering what she was doing when he wasn’t around. It was a dance that, really, she found infuriating and invigorating, all at the same time. The appearance of Prism of Truth couldn’t have been more fortuitous, as it not only triggered the last phase of her plan, but gave her the perfect piece with which to make her most important move.

Blazer shifted a bit in his sleep, and Huntress smiled to herself. She could tell by that look on his face that he was having another of his vivid dreams. Probably of the time before. Letting her hand still on his forehead, she quieted her own thoughts, and let herself peek in on his dreams. It was always far easier with him than it should have been – few people dreamed as powerfully as Exalted, and from what she had seen, his were stronger than even most of his peers. Usually, those delicious dreams of his were so tantalizingly close while he slept that it took real restraint on her part not to over-indulge, which really made it better for her goals to try and sleep whenever he did, to avoid the temptation to snack. But this time, she let herself peruse readily, sifting through the jumble of emotions she could feel in him at her leisure.

He stood on top of a tall tower, looking much as he had the first time she had met him. He was taller then, and was as regal and dignified as he was striking, but he still had the same long hair and pale eyes. The pristine white shenyi he wore hung loose over his frame, and the long tail of his belt blew in a wind that scarcely seemed to touch his features. There was a thought behind those eyes, something of great significance, but before she could pick up on it, his dreams shifted again. This time there was a man who looked different – his face was more angular than smooth, he wore somber dark clothing, and his air was decidedly military, but it was still Blazer. He flipped through a desk full of documents with one hand, his other operating a crystalline device that projected various esoteric symbols into the air, and then suddenly the scene shifted again. Every time a new vision came to the surface, she examined it, turned it over in her own mind, and then very tenderly consumed it. Given the power of his Exaltation, she had often pondered what might happen if she really let loose on his dreams. And now, perhaps it was time to find out.

Prism of Truth walked through the streets of Bright Vista, somehow managing to ignore the hubbub going on around him. Apparently, once or twice a week the people of the town took a few hours off of working during the day in order to stay up half the night looking at pretty lights. It seemed a bit lazy and decadent, but one expected such things in towns that had such cozy surroundings. No, the only concern he had was locating Blazer and his attendant. Keeping an eye on them had not been easy, and not because of Ardent Huntress’s glares. The real problem was that it was difficult to convince Blazer that he was in danger. The visions had been clear enough; Ardent Huntress was somehow going to bring harm to the young Solar. But he hardly seemed convinced, despite Prism’s thorough explanations. Which left Prism with a predicament, but not one he couldn’t solve. It was always possible that he might have been misinterpreting things; after all, if Blazer was really so certain that Huntress was harmless, maybe there was something else to the situation that he was missing. The only solution, then, was to give Blazer his room until the two left the town. Though that didn’t mean he couldn’t check in on them from time-to-time.

Asking around, he was able to locate them in one of the parks, off to themselves. At first, he decided to just wait for them to emerge, but just as he was settling into a seated position, another vision hit him. He once again saw the wolf and lioness enter the mountains, but this time it went on longer after that. The two creature cavorted for a while among the cozy valley, but then the light streaming from the wolf’s forehead suddenly lost its intensity, dimming to a weak glow before disappearing entirely. The wolf himself never seemed to notice, and once the light was gone, he simply evaporated into motes of light, then vanished completely. The lioness, suddenly looking very much the sated predator, then stalked towards the frozen plains and disappeared into the snow.

When Prism’s eyes snapped back into focus, he knew that the time to act was at hand. It was all so obvious now: Blazer hadn’t understood the danger because he was being misled by his own Lunar. Prism had no quarrel with Lunars – they served Solars, which meant they were doing something right, at least – but he could not stand by and allow one to harm her bonded Solar.

Striding forward into the park, he could make out their image ahead after a few moments of walking. At first, he could just see Blazer lying on the ground with Huntress cradling his head with her hands. But then…he noticed Huntress’s form shift very slightly. It was only the subtlest of changes, but in the moment following, he could see a dim, ethereal light being drawn from Blazer’s forehead, forming a wispy trail straight to Huntress’s lips. He couldn’t be sure what exactly that was, but he could tell that Blazer was growing pale beneath her. And that was when he drew his God-Slicing Shard of Radiance.

“Ardent Huntress!” he called out as his anima banner flared to life, surrounding him with the pure light of the Unconquered Sun, “unhand Blazer, and explain yourself!”

At first, Huntress made no indication that she acknowledged his presence. But a second later, her eyes slowly opened, and lifted to glance towards him. He had thought the woman nothing short of impudent when they first met, but now there was a different look in her eyes. The passion he had witnessed before was replaced by a stark chill; the color of her pupils suddenly looked less like gold, and more like bile. “And what, exactly, do you plan on doing if I refuse, Prism of Truth?”

She had clearly intended for her voice to sound low and dangerous, but Prism was undeterred by her overconfidence. “You seek to harm a Solar. Futile though your wish may be, I cannot simply stand by and allow you the attempt.” He gripped his daiklave resolutely, and leveled it in her direction. “I will not warn you a third time.”

Letting go of Blazer – and letting him collapse into the grass – Huntress got to her feet quickly but unhurriedly, and flickered once, for a brief moment. Then, the image of the full moon began to appear on her forehead, but it promptly vanished once more. She made an annoyed sound through her teeth, and shook her head. “Zenith Castes really are the worst. But it makes no difference; there’s only one of you. I have nothing to fear, even if I can’t hide from your eyes.” As she spoke, the colors of her eyes began to twist and warp. The golden hue of her irises became sharp and threatening, while the remainder of each eye went dead black. The silver crescent high on her cheek pulsed once, like a heartbeat, and a black miasma started to flow from it, creeping down along her body like a living shadow. Holding her arm out to one side, a fell radiance began to form at the end of her hand, and as she started to walk forward, the miasma was drawn towards it, coalescing into a glowing, serrated violet blade. “All the same, I’ll at least honor you by using my full strength. I won’t waste my time with teeth and claws, not against you.”

Prism’s Celestial Armor formed just as other people started noticing the commotion, but they were in the far periphery of his awareness. Which was a good thing, as one moment Huntress was a dozen paces away, and the next she was literally in his face with her sword tip, as if she hadn’t had to cross the intervening space. He swung his blade in time to parry, and the force of her blow was undeniable, but it didn’t shake his stance in the slightest. “Who, and what, are you, in truth?” he asked as he forced her back.

“My name is Ardent Huntress, just as I said before.” She reacted quickly, bracing her footing and crouching low, one hand on the grass as the other held her blade almost to the ground while she studied him for her next angle of attack. “And I hail from a little place called the Wyld.”

“The Wyld?” Prism’s frown deepened. “A fae creature? Here?”

“Yes, here. Guiding a young hero to his bright future.” Charging forward, Huntress darted in a zig-zag pattern towards him, hoping to throw him off with an erratic rush. Her skill with a blade was obvious, but she had a tough time getting a solid hit against his armor. The force he could detect through the intervening essence was a strong suggestion that she was quickly learning to compensate for it, though. “Up until a certain meddling Solar had to show up. You threw my time table off considerably, but I just have to end you to correct that.”

Something in her words and manner caught his attention, but he made sure not to hesitate when an opening presented itself. Though she was fast enough to avoid most of his swings, he still managed to clip her a few times through the black radiance that formed a protective field around her body after a few moments. After a wide swing caught her with her guard down, flinging her away to give him some breathing room, he spoke up once more. “You’re still hiding something. Best to be out with it now, while you still have the tongue to speak.”

Huntress laughed mockingly as her blade crashed into his once more, heat radiating from the jagged edge of her weapon as she tried to overcome his guard. “Ha! Do you really think I have any intention of telling you anything?” She brought one hand away from the hilt of her sword, and began forming a second blade in it.

But before she could complete it, Prism pulled one hand back, and channeled a bright bolt of sunlight, aiming to take her right between the eyes. The lancing light narrowly missed her, as she rapidly broke off her attack and dodged away, but she growled in frustration and kept her distance for a few moments, focusing until her second weapon coalesced. Prism stayed in place for a moment, then began a grim approach towards her, “Speak, or don’t. Either way, you’re running out of time.”

Brandishing both blades in a crossed pattern in front of her, Huntress let her head hang, her hair falling around her face. But then she began tapping her weapons together, the action producing a discordant sound that was vaguely unsettling. When she raised her head again a few second later, her eyes once again held the killing intent of a natural-born hunter. “Then let’s be on with it, Zenith.”

Blazer was cold, for the first time in a long time. So very, very cold. It wasn’t simply that his surroundings lacked heat; it was as if his own internal fire had been somehow lessened or diminished. He opened his eyes, but all he could see was a vast expanse of gray void, as if he were in Elsewhere. Somehow, though he couldn’t explain how or why, he knew he was inside his own mind, but things were not as they should have been. It was so…empty. As if something had been here very recently, and had just suddenly been snatched away by unseen hands. And on top of that, his thoughts were jumbled and confused, and he could barely make anything coherent out of them. It scared him to think of what might have happened to put him in such a state.

First things first, he forced himself to think. Anchor on something solid, and expand from there. Calm yourself. Taking a deep breath, he called to mind images of the Librarium, standing majestically in the midst of the evergreens before the invasion. As he saw the dim outline of his old home in the distance of the expanse, and his consciousness started to stabilize, he shifted to his own much smaller collection of books passed down from Yukiri Tavon. It was slow going, but he managed to calm his thoughts enough that the feeling of emptiness began to fade. He continued focusing, moving on to the warmth that was his Exaltation, tucked carefully into the back of his awareness, and then shifted his thoughts to Huntress. But then, as if in violent rejection to an internal attack, his very consciousness lurched like a ship that had run aground, and he was suddenly inundated with images of a different sort. Huntress loomed over him, her eyes aglow and ephemeral tendrils extending from her fingertips to pierce his skull. He screamed, and tried to shut the images out, but they continued on. A stream of light began to trail from the version of him in the image, as if siphoned off.

No…it’s not…it can’t be….

The Full Moon caste mark that had once blazed so brightly on Ardent Huntress’s forehead began to flicker, as if merely an illusion, and a sinuous shadow began to spread across her form, as her features grew hungry and sinister.

No…it’s not true…stop it!

As Huntress’s image grew more and more imposing, the other Blazer faded continually, until he was little more than an indistinct shade. Then, at the last, there was a bright flash, as something impossibly brilliant shot out of the center of his chest, and he crumpled into a heap on the ground, his eyes glazing over.


When Blazer awoke, he was weak and drained, as if he had slept all of his vitality away. His eyes nearly refused to open themselves, but when they did, they caught sight of two figures locked in a vicious battle a short distance away. His ears picked up on the shrieks of frightened townsfolk, and a moment later his vision made out the forms of Ardent Huntress and Prism of Truth fighting against one another, anima banners blazing intensely. Prism looked the same as he had before, but Huntress’s caste mark and anima banner were overlaid with violet and black shadow, as if not really there. Every time one of Huntress’s blades missed, a trio of glowing claw marks was embedded into the ground, a tree, or a rock near her target, and Prism’s daiklave sliced through nearly everything it touched like a cleaver made of liquid fire. It was a disaster, but the worst part was that he couldn’t banish that horrifying image every time his eyes ran over Huntress.

It was just a nightmare. He knew it wasn’t. I’m awake now, and everything’s going to be fine. His mind wouldn’t ignore what he had experienced. I have to stop them!

Shakily getting to his feet, Blazer steadied himself, then called on Swooping Shrike. The bow was slow to respond to his summons, but he couldn’t afford to wait. He forced one step, and then another, and then another, willing himself to approach as the two continued to battle one another in the distance. He neared them just as Prism knocked one of Huntress’s swords out of her hand, and then blasted her at point-blank with a concentrated beam of sunlight. She howled in agony, and stumbled back several paces, dropping to a knee as she clutched at her face with her free hand.

“STOP IT!” Swooping Shrike suddenly formed itself as Blazer shouted at the top of his lungs, and he drew back an energy arrow as he aimed in their direction. “That’s enough, both of you!”

Prism glanced towards Blazer, but maintained his guard. “Are you alright? Your ‘companion’ here isn’t what she claims to be, Blazer. She-” He cut off as an energy arrow slammed into the ground at his feet, and his face became smooth and unreadable.

“I…just…stop….” Blazer said above the wild, uncontrolled beating of his own heart. “Huntress, are you…are you alright?”

Letting her other sword fall to the grass, Ardent Huntress let her hand drop from her face, and turned to look his direction. The skin around her eyes was scorched badly, but he could make out her golden irises, dimmed somewhat but still seeming to register his location. “For various values of ‘alright.’ Blazer, I-” She stopped speaking as he turned to aim at her, and drew herself up a bit, her caste mark flickering in and out of sight again. “What is this? Are you taking his side, this stranger?

“I need the truth from you. Right now.” Blazer’s voice was cold and harsh to his own ears, and even as he spoke, he felt something go numb in his chest. “Who. Are. You?”

Brushing her hair out of her face with a casual flip of her hand, she stood to her full height, and in the blink of an eye, her anima banner, caste mark, and moonsilver crescent vanished. “Observe for yourself.” Obsidian-black eyes with gold rings for irises. Creeping black tattoos covered her face, neck, arms, and chest. Her hair, always long and unruly, practically writhed of its own volition. And yet, she was still breathtakingly beautiful, even in her terror. “Ardent Huntress, first representative of the Fair Folk to Blazer Orpheus, at your service.”

Blazer’s heart nearly stopped. The Fair Folk were monstrosities from beyond human perception and reason, who could devour a person’s souls, according to legend, rumor, and just about everything he had ever read. One of these creatures had passed herself off as his companion, his guardian, his lover. He should have been terrified beyond understanding. Yet that was not the largest part of his growing knot of emotions. “Why, then? Why me?”

Ardent Huntress stared at him grimly for a long moment, but then she burst into laughter, holding her own sides and finally settling down after a few seconds. “Okay, I can’t keep that serious attitude up for very long.” Giving her head a shake, she stretched, and settled her weight on one foot, both hands going to her hips. “Why you, Blazer? Because the dreams of Solars are tantalizing. Because I knew you owed me from a previous life. Because I was bored. What does the ‘why’ matter?”

Prism of Truth seemed unamused, his daiklave still held at the ready. “Don’t trouble yourself too much with the details, Blazer. I have heard that these Fair Folk are not exactly…sane…as we consider it.”

“I don’t care about any of that.” Blazer felt his eyes watering, but couldn’t bring himself to lower his bow. “I trusted you, Huntress! I really believed that we were a bonded pair, that I was meant to walk with you!”

“And wasn’t it wonderful?” she spoke without even the slightest bit of sarcasm. “During all of the time we spent together, all of the journeys we made, the people we helped, the feelings we shared, did you ever have any reason to doubt me?” When she looked at him, he could see the woman he had thought he knew, and she looked…sincere. “We were happy together, you and I. It’s true that I’ve been feeding off of you, but only enough to keep myself going, and not enough to harm you in any lasting fashion. Just a few long-forgotten memories here and there, with a dash of a First Age dream in a real bind.”

“What you just did to me was far from ‘not enough to harm me.’ I was losing myself, memory by memory, and if Prism hadn’t shown up, I’d likely be dead right now!” When she didn’t respond, he felt a torrent of feelings threatening to choke the breath out of him. Why did he want to believe her so? Why did he find himself not caring whether she was telling the truth or not?

“What shall we do with her, Blazer?” Prism said, bringing him out of his own thoughts. “She tried to destroy you.”

“I wanted no such thing,” Huntress responded evenly. “I simply wanted to be with you. I can’t help what I am, and what I have to do to survive. But at least with you, a being more than a simple human, I can feed without harming you.” Bringing a hand to her chest, she looked down at it, and then held it out towards Blazer, stepping forward a bit as her tail swished around behind her playfully. “What do you say, Blazer? Why don’t we go back to being Solar and Lunar, and forget all of this? You can come with me, we can leave this beast of a man behind, and go back to being happy.”

Blazer closed his eyes, and didn’t say anything for a long moment. So many things he wanted to say…so many things he had left unsaid. None of it mattered, now. Not anymore. “I’m sorry, Huntress,” he said over the howl of his own heart. “I can’t do that. I’m a Solar, and I…I have a purpose. I can’t run with a raksha anymore.” He opened his eyes, and looked over to her once more. He still felt that chill, somewhere in his mind, but he couldn’t help but see the Lunar he had so completely fallen for, even through the logic-defying being in front of him.

Slowly letting her hand fall, Huntress’s face smoothed over, and she looked down at the ground. “I see.” Her hair stopped writhing, and fell around her face, obscuring her eyes. A moment later, she looked back up at him, over at Prism, and then back to him. “Very well. I admit defeat. Farewell, Blazer Orpheus.” Spinning on her heels, she didn’t give either of them a chance to chase her, as she dashed off in the opposite direction, a cloud of dust and snow being thrown up in her wake that obscured her from vision. The last glimpse he caught of her was of her hair swishing across her back like a golden cape, and then she was gone.

Prism didn’t give chase, and as Blazer dropped to his knees on the ground, the much taller man lowered his sword and looked down at him. “Well spoken, Blazer.”


“Are you injured?”

“…I’m fine.” Swooping Shrike faded from Blazer’s right hand, but he barely noticed it go. The absence of its light was barely anything compared to the other, greater void he now felt.

“Was there any truth to her? Was your Lunar actually a lioness?”

Had any of it been real? “I don’t know. My Exaltation hasn’t spoken to me on the matter. But I don’t think so; Ardent Huntress would have loathed being a copy of anyone. Regardless, I…I don’t know what I’m going to do without her.”

“Nonsense. You’re a chosen of the Unconquered Sun, and she’s just some creature from outside Creation."

“She…she saved my life, Prism. I was ready to die, and she saved me. She held me in her arms, and told me that everything would be alright.”

“Do you truly believe she wouldn’t have harmed you?”

Blazer was silent for a long while. He just stared at the trail Huntress had left, tears forming long trails down both cheeks. “…If I come with you, will I learn what it means to be a Solar?”

“If that is what you wish, then yes. The path I walk is the path that Sol Invictus lays out before me. I have no doubt that you, too, will also find your way.”

Wiping his eyes with the back of his hands, Blazer drew in a deep breath, and pushed himself up off of the ground. He took one last, long look towards where Huntress had vanished, then turned away from it. “Then let’s go. I don’t want to stay here any longer.”