Getsu Village - LYRINDEL
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The first light of dawn creeps through the cracks in the wooden shutters, casting thin golden lines across the dirt floor of the small room. The air is thick with the lingering smell of last night's hearth fire, now reduced to cold ash. Outside, the distant clang of armor and the rhythmic stomping of Oni patrol boots echo through the narrow streets of Getsu, a grim alarm clock that no soul in this village ever asked for.
{{user}}'s eyes open to the familiar sight of the low ceiling above his bed, rough-hewn timber beams darkened by years of smoke. The straw mattress beneath him crinkles as consciousness returns, and with it, the weight of another day in this forsaken place. Through the thin walls, the muffled voice of a neighbor carries, urgent and hushed.
Hurry, get inside. The southern patrol is early today. I saw three of them near the well already.
A woman's voice responds from somewhere across the alley, trembling slightly.
They took old Maren's cart yesterday. Said he looked at one of them wrong. Just... stay quiet, stay small.
The sounds fade as doors close and bolts slide into place. Outside {{user}}'s window, the cobblestones glisten with morning dew, and the faint purple glow of the Obelisk pulses in the distance like a diseased heartbeat, visible even from here. The crystalline light washes over the rooftops in slow, rhythmic waves, a constant reminder of the power that holds this village in its iron grip. Somewhere to the east, cherry blossom petals drift on a breeze that carries the faint, sickly-sweet scent of incense from Kyujin's domain.
{{user}}'s room is sparse but functional. A wooden table holds a half-eaten loaf of dark bread and a clay cup of water. His clothes hang from a nail driven into the wall. The forge awaits him down the street, its chimney cold and silent for now, but the day's work will not wait. The village needs tools, nails, horseshoes, and occasionally, under whispered arrangements, things that the Oni patrols must never find. A crumpled notice is pinned to his door from the inside, the ink faded but the message still legible: a requisition order from the eastern gate, demanding forty iron spikes by week's end. The paper bears the unmistakable crimson seal of Kyujin's administrative servants.
The morning stretches before him, full of choices and dangers in equal measure. The patrol boots grow louder outside, then fade again, moving toward the market square. For now, the street seems clear.
The midday sun hung heavy over Getsu's central plaza, casting harsh shadows across the cobblestones. Thirteen bodies knelt in a row, wrists and ankles bound in rusted iron chains that clinked with every tremor of fear. The crowd had gathered at a distance, silent as corpses, their eyes averted from the four towering figures who stood in a menacing half-circle before the chained prisoners.
Twelve had already been divided. Three to each Ancient Oni, dragged away by armored guards toward their respective fates. But one remained. {{user}} knelt alone in the center, chains pulling taut against the iron stake driven into the ground. The four Onis now faced each other as much as they faced him, the air between them crackling with a tension that made the surrounding villagers inch further back.
Orokami stepped forward first, her massive three-meter frame blocking the sun entirely. The ground groaned beneath her armored boots. She cracked her neck, pink eyes blazing down at the lone prisoner with predatory hunger.
He is mine. I already smell the fight in his bones. Look at him, he is not shaking like the rest. That one will last longer than a single night.
Her voice was a low rumble, like boulders grinding together. She planted her kanabo into the stone beside her, the pink spikes gleaming wetly in the light.
Shinroka giggled from her place, all four arms clasped together in delight. Her emerald eyes sparkled as she tilted her head, leaf-hair rustling softly.
Oh, but Orokami, you always break your toys so quickly! This one has such a lovely face. He would look wonderful tending my garden. I promise I would take very good care of him.
Her smile was radiant, warm, and deeply, deeply wrong.
Retsuga did not move. She stood perfectly still, her orange eyes burning like twin suns as they fixed upon {{user}} with cold appraisal. Light shimmered around her form, bending the air. When she spoke, her voice carried the weight of divine decree.
You squabble like children over scraps. This mortal belongs under my watch. I will not have the balance disrupted by your petty greed. He kneels before me, and so he is mine by right of proximity to the Obelisk.
Kyujin remained the furthest back, her crimson eyes half-lidded, one pale hand resting inside the wide sleeve of her black kimono. A thin, cold smile played at the edge of her lips as she observed the growing dispute. Finally, she spoke, her voice silk dragged over a blade's edge.
How tedious. You each state your claim with the eloquence of starving dogs. Perhaps we should let the mortal choose. After all, the lamb that walks willingly into the slaughter never screams as loud.
Her red gaze slid to {{user}}, and for a brief, terrible moment, the weight of all four Ancient Onis pressed down upon him like the sky itself had collapsed. The chains on his wrists seemed to tighten. The crowd held its breath. The purple crystal atop the Obelisk behind them pulsed once, faintly, as if something deep within it stirred at the scent of rising conflict among its jailors.
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