I was caught the other day; bandits. Eldritch strength and numbers, green suns for caste marks. I was able to simply be taken by mantaining my vissage. No doubt I would not have been able to make it alive had I revieled I am an Abyssal for My Lord.
I escaped. Stole back my things, luckly Carrion’s Decay was useless to them. They didn’t even know what it was. I have the feeling that My Lord is guiding my toward his will.
After finding a spear I have run into a small circle of people. People around this area are more hesitent to trust the Anathama. Shortly I found that they have also exalted, however more caution is needed: they are the champions of the unconqured sun. It seems that the spear belongs to that of the Mortal they travel with. A brief time with them has shown that the largest one is also the largest tool: Basu-Maru. He is like a great storm in that he will wreck anything he is pointed at, however, his over inflated sence of justice might also come in handy.
As it turns out they are also looking for the group of people that held me prisoner. I was able to lead them to the camp under the cover of darkness. I was glad for the first chance in a while to actually say my prayers. We quickly dispatched them camp and made chase to the temple where they were, I assume, sacraficing some of the prisoners.
A quick jaunt to follow led us to the temple that, we assumed, the two of them had to cleanse. All I know is that My Lord wants me to be with them for now, I will do his will. At the least the three of them have proven to be an interesting distraction and new breath to my normal mundane routine of death and destruction.
Upon our entry into the temple, I could smell those above us and below us. Basu and I quickly took care of the Infernalists above and made our way to the Spider Queen below. (While we rescued the prisoners as well. I must admit it was fun talking to the ignorant and stupid spider demons here. They simply believed almost anything I had to say…Though, the Artifact with their symbol on it did help.) Having killed anything of note in here there was something that Taki had been talking to…a Mantis Headed program that kept this place running. I left before it could identify my essence. Paranoia, as my charm prevents anything from perceiving my true nature…still. We rested again, I played the Neverborn’s Advocate in that the people here are malnurished and exhausted. A good nights rest will do them good. In truth, I simply needed to say my prayers before I feel the touch of creation in everything I do. I also needed to refresh my essence, as I can not here… Either way, my motives were pure, I can not defend myself if I am out of essence, I can not do My Lord’s will should he ask me to. Speaking of which, I was required to do two things for him today. The first, was to find the cause of the flooding. Easy enough. While we made camp, there was a little girl who seemed to have suffered at the hands of the Demonists. She was obviously raped. It struck a chord with me. To see the touch it had done to her…I needed to help, not make it better, but to see if she would at least be all right: I saw myself in her for a moment. Alive, and yet dead. Qorin, her name was. Taki tried to get me to leave, thinking a Male presence here would make things worse. Indeed it would, but I am also no man. I told her of her two options, the same that were presented to me by The 14th Lord so many years ago…She chose to fight back. I felt…pride in her, oddly. That she would rise up and use this anger and hate and pain to make her better. To strike back at those that had hurt her.
She had her first chance to prove her dedication to her new path, to cement it in her soul. She was to scout ahead, and get the guard to guide the refugees back to the town. While Taki, Basu, the Priestess and I made our way to the house of their Water God. At our arrival we heard the sounds of crying. Fearing an ambush with the lure of that sound I was forced to remain outside his domicile as I was not invited. While true nothing barred my entry and I could have entered as easily as I wished; I couldn’t bring myself to enter his home without permission from a priest or the god himself—being a priest myself I still respect the gods of others.
A Long road short, we were able to save the god, while I simply tried to fix the house up a little. It was Taki who was the one to help him, Basu and I simply where there. The God knew what I was…he warned me of what path I walk. I responded that I have no interest in harming them…yet.
Once more on the road it seemed that Sorrel had disappeared. I noted that this seemed to upset Taki. He/She seemed almost…longing for his return. (As it turns out, Taki is a man, as shown by Basu’s attempted groping). Having followed the trail it turned out that he was captured by a woman and was having rituals done to him that I was unable to recognize. Something about preparing the body. I was mistaken at first into thinking that this was the preparation for his Last Breath. Something in green ink…my mind flickered back to the worshipers of the Green Sun that were housed in the temple. Basu made quick work of her and noticed something shoot out of her mouth. Nothing is easy. Basu and I were to make our way to the town again and see what had happened. Taki was to see to Sorrel. I didn’t like it. Leaving the two of them alone, in a undefendable position. It smelled like an ambush.I was wrong, but still. My fighting companion seemed to be at odds with himself for letting an innocent die. Having no time to deal with it now, I warned him that no matter what he see, or what I do: I am still the Ash he has been traveling with. A weak premise of no-combat should the truth be revealed for sure.
As luck would have it there was a play going on in the center of town, a performance troupe that Taki and Basu-moru were traveling with. The eerie song that this demon was singing had entranced the entire crowd. Obviously we would need to make this look like it was a part of the performance or risk revealing that
we Basu is an Exalted. We didn’t need panic making it easy for the thing to escape. So, Basu and I were to act as Road Bandits here to tempt the young innocent. Of course Basu, who came up with the plan, immediately broke from it. Instead playing the role of the wandering hero. It was almost too funny.
Once backstage we were quickly surrounded, I knew he was trying to pull his punches and having difficulty with it. Warriors are trained to kill, not subdue. City guards are trained for that, not champions. Unable to hide it anymore, I simply bit into one—the elder—and tasted his essence, restoring my own motes as well. It was foul, inhuman, and acrid. Once I told Basu that they were no longer human, he let go with all his furry—destroying them all quickly. Once the bloodshed was over we needed to finish the play—to break the enchantment. I needed to drop my visage, revealing the woman I am. He was unabashedly distracted as I did so.
Between Him, Taki and Sorrel: it was Basu that took it the best. Taki feels that I have lied to him: though I may have stretched the truth, I have not lied to them once. Sorrel was out of it completely, so maybe it was the concussion that allowed him to deal with it. Basu…he simply didn’t care. I am still Ash, or Ashly, in his eyes. He has this innocence he just never lost. Maybe it is because he is an idiot, but he just sees things differently and has faith in it. Like me, I guess. I find it hard to imagine someone so…pure.
It is obvious to me now that Taki has feelings for Sorrel, and I am guessing that he feels the same. Though Taki seems to be unable to process this. It is strange. As far as I can tell, Sorrel is like an indentured servant to them, yet he seems to have feelings for…well, the scariest of the bunch. Sorrel is a human—I can dispatch with him as though he were a gnat. Basu is a force, but he is also a bit blind, so long as I prove—by his measure—that I am “good” (that is a broad term for him though) then I am OK. As well, a raging bull can be sidestepped. Taki though. I know he does something with a scarf, and can mend wounds. However, I know he is no coward—he willingly goes with us into battle—yet I have not seen him so much as lift a weapon. It is hard to judge the danger of someone without information. He also seems quick to judge. Calling me evil, and asking why I haven’t exploded. Either he bought into all the stories, or he simply doesn’t understand. All I know is that he is from the realm and a Solar. From this I can guess several things—That he is being hunted: An Anathama of the realm would surely be bad press. He has had some run ins with some Abyssals who did not get along. My guess is that we all have our share of enemies hunting us down.