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Session 49 – Ganan (125XP 100DX, 123XP/98DX spent; 2WhP 22GP 5SP), Melody (125XP 100DX, 123/95 spent), Jinabar (125XP 100DX, 75/60 Spent), and Reya (125XP 100DX, 119/87 spent; 9GP 11SP) – Home is Where the Hearth Is *Smut*

The Dragon-Blooded find their way free into Harborhead’s dock, coming out with the stream just above the waterline.

“We need to inform the Satrap, then get the hell out of here.” Cynis Falen Jinabar says.

“But I wanted...” Cynis Ganan trails off as Melody and Jinabar give him a hard-stare, “Fine. Who is the Satrap of Harborhead anyway?”

“Cathak Voper.” Jinabar says, “You’d like him, he’s very devout.”

“A male Satrap?” Melody shakes her head, “No wonder the city is infested with demonic cultists.”

Ganan lets the comment slide, knowing that he’s not cut out to be a Satrap himself, “Do you know him?” He asks Jin.

Jinabar shakes her head, “Not personally. Going to have to rely on the Magistracy for this one.”

Ganan summons his demons, and Jinabar pulls Melody aside.

“Don’t mention House Mnemon.” She whispers.

Melody looks perplexed: House Mnemon is on good terms with House Cathak, and devoted to the Immaculate Order to boot. But she nods cautiously.

The Satrap’s palace is atop the King’s Mountain in the heart of the Imperial Garrison. “If we try to fly straight to the Satrap’s balcony, we’re liable to be shot from the sky.” Jinabar warns, “There’s a security checkpoint in the garrison, follow me.”

The Satrap’s guards are unfazed by three strange Dragon-Blooded arriving in the middle of the night. Despite their wounds, and wading through the sewers, the trio is kept immaculately groomed by their magics.

“I am Cynis Falen Jinabar, Imperial Magistrate. I am here with my brother, Cynis Falen Ganan and my Outcaste attache, Gracious Pealing Melody. I am here on official Magistracy business and need to speak with the Satrap immediately.”

The Dragon-Blooded’s animas are still glowing, and Jinabar’s tone leaves no room for dissent. Still the soldiers insist on keeping the Dragon’s at the check-point whilst they send a runner to the palace. Eventually word is given to allow them to pass, and they make their way to the main audience chamber of the Satrap.

Cathak Voper, a tall, strong man with deep blue hair, immaculately groomed greets them coolly, “We don’t get many Magistrates this far from the Blessed Isle, Cynis Falen Jinabar. Welcome to Kirighast.”

“Actually, we were just leaving.” Cynis Jinabar smiles, slyly, “Pressing concerns.”

The corners of Voper’s mouth twitch just a little, as if sharing a private joke. Melody catches the expression but says nothing. “Then please don’t let me stop you cousin.” Voper spreads his hands and gestures to the door.

“I came here tracking an unbound Demon of the Second Circle, Sondok.” Jinabar says, watching the Satrap’s reaction. He seems deeply troubled by the news of a demon loose in his domain, “The good news is we’ve slain the demon and returned her to Malfeas.”

Voper takes stock of the Dynast’s wounds, “I believe you.” He nods graciously, “And House Cathak thanks you.”

Melody and Ganan both note that it’s ‘House Cathak’ and not ‘Harborhead’. But they still hold their tongues.

“The bad news is, that there’s still a significant presence of demonic cultists in the city.”

“The Salmalin. I am aware. The Leopard sends patrols – the finest Brides of Ahlat – to root the assassins out. Once they are found, I will dispatch the my soldiers and end the threat once and for all.” The Satrap folds his arms over his chest, smugly.

“Well boy do we have good news for you!” Melody chimes in, smiling broadly. She gives the Satrap directions to both entrances to the hidden Salmalin base.

The Satrap is obviously pleased with this information, but Melody picks up that he feels somewhat conflicted. “Will House Cynis join us in glory?” Voper asks hopefully.

“Alas, we must depart immediately. To prepare.” Cynis Jinabar says firmly.

Voper grits his teeth in irritation, “Yes, of course. Well if that is all, I won’t keep you.”

“There is… one more thing. A new intoxicant. Bliss. The Salmalin seem to be providing it for their sinister purposes.” Cynis Jinabar again carefully studies the Satrap for any sign of complicity.

“I have heard of this drug. It comes from the south. Chiaroscuro, I believe. Very rare, very potent. It is outlawed in Harborhead, but I will inform the Leopard of its connections to the demonic. The last thing we need right now is a demon-addled population.”

Jinabar bows respectfully. “Thank you Cathak Voper. We will take our leave now.”

Ganan and Melody also bow and leave.

****

The trio fly back to Bent Creek to retrieve Clapper and Mott. The authorities at the jade mine are glad to see the back of them. Ganan’s, not inconsiderable purse, is significantly lighter after paying for Mott and Clapper’s board. But it warms his heart to hear the opera house in use. Ganan also buys a large hunk of wood.

“Gan,” Jinabar says, “We should fly north. Together. Now.”

Ganan scoffs, “Clapper will do. Mnemon Nanals isn’t going anywhere.”

“No, brother.” Jinabar lowers her voice, “Home. Back to the Palace of Dragon’s Repose. Forget about Nanals. Forget about Dovak. Come with me.”

Ganan sneers, “The Palace is not, and has never been, my home. Besides, don’t you have some great imperial duty to arrest Nanals.”

Jinabar looks at Ganan desperately, her eyes shining with tears, “Fine. Give me an agata. Join me when you work out what’s going on, baka.”

Ganan, dense as he is, realizes something is wrong. He nods, “Take Tisi. Just tell her to hurry back to me once you arrive.”

Jinabar nods back and mounts up as Melody leads Clapper out to the open road, “Jinabar leaving us?” Melody asks.

“Yes. Family business.” Ganan says, his brow furrowed as he looks hard at his sister.

Cynis Jinabar and Mott mount the agata and kick off into the sky, “I love you brother. Don’t forget that.”

Cynis Ganan’s brow furrows even more, “I love you too, sister.” And the agata shoots off.

“Ha! You love someone!” Melody teases, watching Ganan watch Jinabar ride off.

Ganan stares intently after his sister as she disappears into the distance.

“Come on you big lug. The Satrap needs her closest advisors back. Also, Nanals is free and I’m sure Reya needs help dealing with that.”

Ganan shakes himself out of his reverie, and mounts up beside Melody. He pulls out his firewand and resumes his tinkering – taking off the stock and replacing it with a skeletonized block made from the new wood, making the weapon both lighter and easier to brace (7SP earned).

Melody steer’s Clapper back to Dovak. When they reach the sea, the Wanderer is nowhere to be seen, but Melody simply smiles and says “Watch, this!” Clapper leaps into the air… and doesn’t come down, crossing over the water by galloping over thin air.

Ganan gives a low whistle, clearly impressed.

The rest of the ride home is essentially uneventful. They make camp by night, move on during the day, and the local spirits stay out of their way. Melody sings bawdy ballads from her time in the legions as they travel, and their wounds heal swiftly. When they’re only a day’s ride from Dovak, they build camp as normal.

Ganan speaks with his dematerialized demons, clearly worried.

“What’s up bubble-butt?” Melody teases.

“Cresta says she saw Princess Tinkara and some outriders. Not heading towards us, but a considerable force riding quite a distance from the palace.” Ganan says, clearly concerned.

“Don’t go racing to ‘revolution’.” Melody cautions. “We know she was training a new Royal Guard. Could just be a drill.”

“Could be.” Ganan says, clearly still worried, “Look, we’re not far out now… could Cresta steer Clapper home? If we set out on Ndiza now we can be back within an hour. If nothing is wrong we get to sleep in a proper bed, come back for Clapper in the morning?”

“And if something is wrong...” Melody wrestles with the decision, but the woodland is familiar to Clapper, and she’s confident he can find his way even without a rider. “Fine. I miss Ferad. We’ll surprise them.”

Ganan orders the demons to materialize, and they race into the city.

****

Meanwhile, Mnemon Alinos Danireya, Satrap of Dovak, sits in the Satrap’s quarters in The Wall of Stone (the fortified garrison which envelope's the royal family’s palace, the Tower of Air). She thumbs a Collar of Dutiful Submission as Princess Tinkara Dovak, lays out her proposal.

“I loved you, once.” Tinkara begins, “But I can’t trust you. You know why.” Tinkara stares hard at Danireya, who is somewhat surprised that even this oblique reference doesn’t lead to Tinkara vomiting a spray of maggots. “Even now, I’ve come into your room to see you with… that. I know what it is. What it does. You want to try and force it on me.”

“I don’t!” Danireya protests, but even to her ears it sounds hollow.

Tinkara laughs mirthlessly. The laugh reminds Danireya of… something… someone. “Yes, you do. You want me back, and you think that Collar is the way to do it. Well… you might be right.”

Danireya swallows, “I do want you back, Tinkara. I love you.”

Tinkara bangs the Satrap’s desk, “Without trust there can be no love!” She points a warning finger in Danireya’s face. Her bear ears twitch in frustration. “Do you trust me?”

Danireya looks down at the collar, “What are you asking?”

“I can think of a way that I can trust you. So I can know that you’re not going to betray me. So the only question is, do you trust me enough to put yourself in my power? Do you?”

Danireya considers it, the idea is madness… but if got her Tinkara back… would it be worth it. She fiddles with her Collar of Dawn’s Cleansing Light and removes it, setting it down on the desk in front of her.

Tinkara watches her intently, willing her to put on the slave collar.

Danireya stops, and screws up her face in confusion, “How did you know I’d have the collar with me when you came to see me Tink?”

“What?” Tinkara says, taken back by the sudden question.

“How did you even know I found a Collar of Dutiful Submission in Mishra’s things? And wouldn’t you have to touch it first to attune to it?” Reya’s eyes fall on ‘Tinkara’s’ warclub as she remembers all the time they spent in her bedroom, “And can’t you only attune to a single artifact at a time?”

‘Tinkara’s’ large brown bear ears twitch again, “Don’t you love me?” She asks, sounding genuinely hurt.

Danireya takes up her shield, “No, Mishra Urza Arcus, I don’t love you!” She accuses, rising into a fighting pose.

“Clever girl.” Mishra condescends, “I’d hoped to have you by my side when your husband and sister returned tomorrow. But I suppose I’ll just have to be you instead.”

“Tomorrow?” Reya says, almost incredulously, “There’s no way they’re that close.”

“They’re camped thirty miles from the city. Forces my hand somewhat, I’d hoped Sondok would have detained them longer, but they’re too far away to help you.” Mishra brags.

Danireya sets her voice on the wind, “Ganan, Mishra is alive. She’s taken Tinkara’s form and is about to kill me. Satrap’s office.”

Mishra snarls, “There’s no way you’re powerful enough to send a message that far. And even if you could, they’re too far away to reach you.”

Ganan kicks the Satrap’s door off its hinges, splintering the wood as it explodes inwards. Melody rushes into the room, bow drawn.

“Bet your life?” Melody says with the widest, shit-eating grin that Mishra has ever seen in her life.

Mishra sighs, chuckles softly to herself and spins in blur, hurling a throwing knife at each of the Dynasts: Melody dodges, and the knife impacts the wall behind her; Ganan deflects the blade with his tetsubo; Reya tries to bring her shield to bear, but is too close and the knife cuts into her arm, just below the protection offered by her ironwood chain shirt.

Ganan takes aim at Mishra, his anima glowing. The fact that she’s wearing Tinkara’s form does not dampen his blood-lust in the slightest. The power in his tetsubo grows.

Melody launches an arrow at the Anathema. Mishra moves with inhuman grace, avoiding the blow. She sends a throwing knife spiraling right back at at Melody. It glances harmlessly off her enchanted armor.

Reya grabs the slave collar and runs at Mishra. The Anathema spins round to fend her off, only to see Reya smiling at her.

Melody fires another arrow at Mishra, but she dodges without taking her eyes off of Reya.

Mishra turns, a fraction of a second too late, as Ganan takes advantage of the distraction, smashing into Mishra with a bone-crunching strike. Ganan’s anima flares totemic as the blow lands, driving Mishra to the ground. No sooner as she’s fallen, Mishra surges back to her feet with Cat-Footed Grace.

Reya smashes her shield into Mishra’s body, staggering the Anathema badly.

Mishra batters into Ganan, who is left over extended by his full body strike. Ganan shifts through the kata of Earth Dragon Form, but the blow still sends him reeling.

Melody aims carefully, slowing her breath as she watches for a gap in the Anathema’s defenses.

Mishra presses her advantage, kicking Ganan with a Mighty Ram Smash. Her own anima swirls totemic. The blow would send any lesser foe hurling through the air, but Ganan adopts the Unmoving Mountain Stance, standing firm against the mighty blow.

Reya speaks the Burning Name, sending a blast of flame at the Anathema. Again, Mishra dodges, and sends a throwing knife, seemingly plucked from no-where right back at her attacker. Reya blocks the knife with her shield.

Wounded, and badly shaken, Ganan swings his tetsubo at Mishra. She blocks the blow with her forearm, avoiding serious harm, but it buys Ganan enough reprieve to find his footing again.

Melody looses as Mishra blocks Ganan’s blow. The wound only grazes her, as Mishra twists aside at the last moment, but it’s enough to set the Anathema off-balance again, and put her in Melody’s sights for a kill-shot.

Reya speaks the Burning Name again, and another gout of flame spurts towards Mishra, forcing her back another step.

Ganan steps up and smashes into Mishra with a Colossal Whirling Strike, spinning in place to strike her twice and send her sailing past Reya to smash bodily into the wall. The mighty stone of the wall shakes at the Anathema impacts solid stone and leaves a crater in the wall.

Mishra picks herself off the ground. Her swirling silver bear curls round her and snarls defensively. Three Dragon-Blooded stand between her and the only door out of the room. Between her and life. She bursts forward, leaping over the Satrap’s desk, barreling bodily into Reya, sending the Satrap sprawling.

Melody looses, the arrow tears into Mishra’s shoulder, spurting blood, and drawing out the howl of a wounded animal.

At point blank, Reya speaks the Burning Name, but Mishra turns her aside, and the flames go wide.

Ganan steps up and smashes Mishra into the ground. Once more, as soon as she touches the ground, she springs back up again with impossible grace.

Feeling the battle wearing her down, Mishra bolts for the door, past the Dragon-Blooded. Ganan’s bone-breaking, opening strike slows her significantly but thanks to her vast toughness and deep spiritual reserves, she manages to outpace the all-but-spent Dragon-Blooded, bolting not only past Melody, but clear into the halls of the Wall, still wearing Tinkara’s form.

Reya races after her, not quick enough to catch her, but quick enough to hurl another gout of flame at her. Mishra dodges, throwing herself hard to one side as the flames hurl past her.

Ganan runs out into the corridor after them, and he rushes after Mishra.

Melody pulls out into the corridor and looses on the fly, winging Mishra as she flees.

Mishra sends a throwing knife hurtling at Ganan, as she bolts. Ganan keeps pace, moving with her as she flees, leaving Melody and Reya behind.

Reya keeps sprinting, only moments behind. Once more she sends a burst of flame at Mishra. The flames lick her back and cause her to stumble.

In an instant, Ganan is upon her. He smashes her to the ground with an overhead strike, and this time she doesn’t leap up.

Melody rounds the corner and rushes at the prone Mishra.

Mishra rolls, arches her back and flips up from the ground.

Ganan puts all of his might into a two-handed body blow, smashing Mishra against the Wall, causing yet more structural damage, and knocking the Lunar down again. Mishra coughs up blood – bright red, and vibrant.

Reya flicks fire at the downed Lunar, burning her with everything she has.

Melody takes careful aim, taking a deep breath to steady herself.

Mishra lashes out at Ganan from the ground, but Ganan dances over her sweeping attacks.

Ganan’s anima tears at Mishra, his totemic avatar seeming to kick at the downed Anathema.

Melody exhales, and looses the moment her lungs are empty and her shot is clear. Once more the arrow takes her enemy by the throat, and the thorns rip her life away.

Reya approaches the body, kneels and sets it on fire, as Ganan reaches out with his senses looking for any creature, no matter how small that might be escaping the pyre. He senses nothing.

Melody breathes hard, “Tell me. We got her. That time.”

Ganan takes a moment, “I can’t sense anything else. I think… we did it.”

Reya stamps in the ashes, searching for a mouse or smaller creature waiting within. She finds nothing. She vents a scream of rage and pain and collapses to her knees beating at the wall.

Melody rushes to comfort her, but Ganan blocks her path. “The Satrap requires a moment of privacy.” His voice cold and hard as flint, “Please ensure we are not disturbed. Then you might wish to check on the others.”

Melody throws her arms up in frustration, “She’s wounded.”

“The Satrap will send for a healer in good time.” Ganan physically turns Melody so she’s facing the other way.

Melody storms off. Ganan lifts Reya as she beats her fists against his chest and carries her back to her office. He seats her behind her desk, reattaches her Collar of Dawn’s Cleansing Light, and starts to repair the door he kicked in (3SP). Reya continues to wail and beat her hands on the desk in front of her.

****

Ganan spends 8XP to train Flawless Facet Realization, and 3DX to train Craft: Weapons. Ganan then starts a Major Project (-10SP) to repair the damage to the Wall (gaining 3GP from Basic Awards, and an additional 1GP, 1SP from Flawless Facet Realization). Mnemon Danireya raises her Intimacy towards Ganan one step as a result of his return and dedication to repair the Wall.

Reya spends 8XP to train Ten Thousand Dragons Fight As One and 8XP to train Ascendant Ideal Inspiration.

Melody spends 8XP to train Quarry Revelation Technique and 3DX on a Medicine Specialty in Satchel of Resplendent Healing and 3 DX to train War 3.

Cynis Jinabar is retired as a Player Character… for now.

****

Bonus Scene: *Smut*

As Ganan puts the last finishing touches on the door, sealing cracks in the frame by buffing them out with his thumb, Reya finally stops sobbing. Her eyes are red, and her face is puffy. Her hair, however, remains perfectly immaculate, signifying that she’s still attuned to her collar.

Ganan drops his arms to his side, and pointedly remains facing the wall, giving the Satrap a moment to compose herself.

“Lock the door.” Reya says, her voice just a whisper.

Ganan doesn’t have to be told twice. He slides the bolt into place, pleased at how smooth it glides and how good his repair was. He turns, slowly, round.

“Thank you for coming and fixing my mess.” Reya says, her voice still low, seductive.

“It’s what I’m for.” Ganan says, and he inclines his head slightly. He slowly and deliberately starts walking towards her.

“Well before there’s any coming,” Reya smiles, “There is a duty that you need to perform.”

Ganan cocks an eyebrow as Reya slowly walks around her desk, and leans over it presenting her rear to him.

“You told me to destroy the collar and give up my obsession. But I was a bad girl: I didn’t do it and now I need to be taught a lesson.” She grins mischievously, and toys with the line of her skirt.

Ganan crosses the room in two strides, with one hand he flips her skirt up and with the other he pulls down her leggings and undergarments, revealing her pale behind to the air. He lays a bronzed hand gently over her pale white flesh.

Reya sighs and pushes her bottom up against him, “Punish me.” She breathes.

Ganan begins to spank her, slapping the broad, round, swell of her behind again and again. He puts one hand on her back, keeping her pinned to the desk as he starts to turn her pale cheeks red.

“Ah!” Danireya moans in mixed pleasure and pain, she bites her lip, “Harder.”

Ganan is all too happy to oblige. He slaps her twice, hard, once of each cheek. It smarts, the sting radiating with the memory of the hand-print. Reya coos as he begins to massage her butt-cheeks. Ganan works his hand between her thighs and finds her soaked. “Bad girl.” He admonishes.

“Naughty Satrap.” Reya corrects, playfully.

“Bratty Satrap!” Ganan reproves, punctuating his words with another two hard slaps.

Reya’s knife wound is jarred and she lets out a yelp of genuine pain. In a blur Ganan has her upright, held by the waist. His mouth finds hers and their tongues intertwine, and suddenly the wounds suffered fighting one of the most deadly beings in Creation are forgotten. Dovak is forgotten. Creation is forgotten. For this fleeting moment, they are just Reya and Gan, bodies entwined.

Reya’s hands fly deftly over Ganan’s clothes, removing them as he fondles her warm behind. As Ganan stands nude before her, his member pointing proudly to the ceiling she gently guides his hands as he effortlessly strips her out of her clothing and armor. Ganan carefully lays the chain to one side, meticulously fastidious, even in the heat of passion and Reya watches as his body moves and bends as he does so.

“Lay down on the desk.” Ganan commands.

Reya lays back and spreads her legs, she reaches between them to touch herself-

“Hands off.” Ganan barks, his voice low and firm, “You are being punished, remember?”

Reya’s eyes light up and she obediently raises her arms above her head.

Ganan stands between her legs and lines his cock up with her dripping cunt. Slowly, he teases and pushes his way inside of her, burying himself to the hilt with a low moan of pleasure.

Reya squeals and bucks against him, but he places a hand on her stomach, pinning her to the desk.

“Punished.” Ganan says firmly.

Reya breathes hard, desperately willing her body to stay still. When she finally settles, Ganan begins to pump inside of her. In and out he drives into her, filling her completely. Reya’s pale skin seems paler, her anima still burning brightly, causing her to shine with the blue light of the Air. Ganan’s body feels like a furnace, pressed against her. Every thrust causes her ample bosom to jiggle obscenely. She reaches down to grab her breasts to keep them still.

“Punished!” Ganan slaps her hands away, and Reya obediently raises them above her head again as Ganan drives into her. She smiles up at him, love drunk.

Ganan looks down at his beautiful wife: their time apart, the adrenaline of the kill, the satisfaction of a job well done… and the life growing stronger inside her, all fill him with an overwhelming feeling of bliss. He smiles stupidly back and her. Then he grabs her legs and lifts them up, leveraging himself deeper inside.

Despite ostensibly being a punishment fuck, or perhaps ‘because’, Danireya feels herself getting closer and closer to orgasm as Ganan grinds against her. His hands find her breasts, a sure sign that he too is getting close. She wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him as the climax together, shuddering as the powerful sensation overwhelms them.

Ganan pulls out, and the couple exchange a lusty glance, before Ganan pulls his trousers back up and makes a start fixing the damaged wall.

Reya chuckles and begins to dress herself, noticing the new firewand in Ganan’s possession with it’s stone bayonet. “What in the name of Hesiesh is that?” She giggles.

“It’s my firewand.” Ganan says, a little hurt, “I made it.”

Reya pulls on her clothes and tosses Ganan his shirt, “Leave the wall. Come on, I’m going to teach you how to forge a proper bayonet out of steel.”

****

Reya spends 10SP to create a steel bayonet (9GP 3SP), which she sells to the Wall’s smithy who is impressed by her forging and teaching skills. Ganan’s Intimacy for Reya is raised to Defining.
Ganan spends 10SP to create a steel bayonet (4GP 2SP), which he uses to replace his stone bayonet.
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