A lawman, A warrior and a Wanderer, Thousands of miles apart, each of different nation and even era, yet all adrift in the rivers of fate, rivers about merge as they claim their death right.
They could not seem more different, but they are part of one whole. Three points of fate, Strength from the south, spirit from west and fluidity from the centre. Bound as they are each is a reflection of the other.
In a metropolis\forest\roadside inn they each sit with their mentors. The words are spoken are in different languages, but moulded by harmony of a common destiny.
"It is time to join\claim\submit to your duty to the Great Principle. Put your affairs in order, and present yourself to the court."
And so the differences reflect the unity of purpose. The lawman seeks justice, the warrior seeks peace, and the wanderer wanders.
In an alley in Bangkok the lawman waits for his prey, only to learn he is but a child in the night He is eventually victorious and emerges with a trophy, and only minor wounds. By the time his trophy arrived at its destination the ash was only identifiable by the gold teeth caps. The dark shade following the lawman may finally know some peace.
On Tanegashima the warrior is disturbed from his routine by the return of the village kami Amatsu. The two exchange a distrustful introduction. The peace is not disturbed but the warriors instincts cry treachery.
Two more nights pass, and in unison...
The lawman arrives at the Golden Court. With its Matriarchal Pangellan Shintai Masters
The warrior reports to House Bishamon as if stepping back into the Samurai era.
The wonderer arrives at the steps of the Ancient Bone Court of Chongqing.
The trials where designed to brake them. Test there limits and see how they conduct themselves.
The Song of shadow fell to wave soul, when faced with the suffering of the dark kingdom of jade.
The Devil tiger was taunted and tortured till his endurance was surpassed.
And The tempest of the inward focus was broken in almost every way. But she endured the humiliation of the court with as much dignity as anyone could expect under the circumstances, and eased fears of the wild dharma's.
Once the disciples had recovered they were each welcomed back into the court as equals amongst their own kind, to perform in front of their peers. Displays of Disciplines\martial prowess and acrobatics. Each performance one part of a single three way dance. An echo of a future battle.
Each world stretched across vast millennia of time. Each played host to a race whose civilizations rose to supremacy but eventually died or scattered, disappeared or transcended. During the time each world flourished, those that ruled it spoke to the stars, reengineered their physical bodies, and mastered form and essence, all in their own unique ways.
Each left behind remnants.The people of the new world—the Ninth World—sometimes call these remnants magic, and who are we to say they’re wrong? But most give a unique name to the legacies of the nigh-unimaginable past. Numenera.
Exhibit 4c - Notebook: taken from the body of Pongrit Meesang - Royal Thai Police.
6th of March 1963
Spoke with Doctor Aromdee. Not my case anymore so he didn't want to give me anything, but when I turned the screws he confirmed my opinion, the girl's wounds bear all the hallmarks of Pim's killing. This I suspect is why I am off the case.
Attempted to talk with Juntasa about the case, cloaked it in talk of handover. He said nothing, and smiled in his infuriating way. And so I know this case is going nowhere, just like Pim. I'm going to have to look into this off the books, without tipping off Juntasa or the captain that I'm disobeying orders.
8th of March 1963
Pulled some strings with Thesoo and got into the wearhouse next to the Rod Fai night market, opposite the Santika club. As far as the captain is concerned I'm up country chasing contraband so I'm clear to watch the place.
Just saw Juntasa coming out of the club, laughing and joking with Mr Intusu. Then one of Intusu's gorillas shouts and points. Two of them head into the alleyway and emerge with a girl in rags kicking and screaming for help.
I saw her and my mind jumped to the case-file, comparing her to the missing girls.. But her face does not match.
My instinct was to run in guns blazing, but seeing the gorilla's hefting their lethal G3 rifles and looking down at my poor little handgun my sense kicked in. My eyes jumped back to Juntasa and he's pointedly not looking at the girl, turning instead to make a fresh joke with Intusu.
This one scene confirms it all to me. Intusu is guilty, and Juntasa is crooked and I have to do something to save more of those girls going the way of my poor Pim.
My firepower might not be up to the task, but at least my Nikon is. The shots I have taken might not be enough to put Intusu behind bars but should at least be enough to get the captain to take Juntasa off the case and order a raid on the club.
9th of March 1963
Got the photos from the lab and met with the captain. He says he's investigating my allegations.
(page shows drops of blood)
Juntasa and one of Intusu's heavies just came after me! I only just got out with my life!
After they'd pummelled me a bit by way of introduction the big man held me while Juntsa gave me a long gloating speech about not interfering in things that don't concern me. Finally he raised his gun to finish the job and I pushed down hard into the big guys knees toppling him down to my former position. Juntsa's bullet took him right in the skull.
Rolling with the big guy I knew the next clear shot would be the last.. Thank Krishna I was able top grab the big guys rifle in the tumble. We both fired about the same second..
I felt a sea of pain, he nicked my arm, but the G3 sent a hail of bullets into Juntsa and I could tell he wasn't getting up.
I must conclude that even the captain is in Intusu's pocket. Still fate has brought me a decent gun at least. I'm going to stop playing this one by the book. I'm going to get justice for Pim the old fashioned way.
Photograph shows entrance to the Santika club. The sign is full of bullet holes. Two large security guards lie dead in a pool of blood.
Photograph shows the interior of the Santika club. Furniture is in disarray.
Photograph shows the broken door to the private area of the Santika club
Photograph shows the bullet ridden body of officer Meesang slumped on a decorative marble fountain stained red with blood, and surrounded by the bodies of several of his victims.
exhibit 6 - Captain Atitarn - Provisional report on the attack on the Santika club
Pongrit Meesang is known to have been becoming unstable. I had already began procedures to suspend him from duty when he took it upon himself to attack the premises of respected local businessman Chakrii Intusu.
In the attack Meesang brutally murdered five of Mr Intusu's security staff and greviously wounded Mr Intusu himself, latest medical reports show that he will probably never regain use of his legs and will consequently be in a wheelchair for the rest of his life.
I conclude that we must provide Mr Intusu with the maximum allowed compensation, and under section 5B of the Royal Thai police charter I move that we attempt to recoup as much of this expense from the estate of Pongrit Meesang and that he receive a posthumous dishonourable discharge.
What an amazing time to be one of the chosen people of Deanna, My redistrubution of Kittys wealth is funding new stable and breeding pasture, maybe even a race track if enough is left over. In a few years our horses will be be the best in London.
Since the hunt im feeling much more able to deal with Tinels betrayal, but that can wait im sure I can get some use from the idiot befor the clan is done with him.
I Have asked Mileena to keep a close on the Italian, she had a visit from that Samedi at the poppy last night and she did not ook happy at all. I want to know why, it must be something to do with Marcello.
Franz has been exploring HIghgate on clan bussiness.
Turns out mr. Haversham creepy nosferatu was possibly the last person to see bellamy in the tunnels under london - he took franz on the same route - and then eventually after figuring out when he had gone they smelled old death as well as ancient death on the air. Eventually they found an incredibly well hidden cave along with some decayed wrappings and a very finally dead Antony bellamy. Franz mused whether this was the actual haven of a very old vampire.
A Justicar has also arrived intown to investigate breaches of the masquerade and the rumours of mithras's return. I think it may be best i lie low regarding the camarilla.