Legends of Rokugan
Legend of the Five Rings, 4E
Rank 5, Insight 229, Experience Points:
|Hands||10k6||6k4||+1k1 atk/dmg from school; +1k1 Atk from Jiujutsu; +0k1 Hands of Stone|
Armor TN Bonus: +0
TN to Be Hit (REF x 5 + Armor + Modifiers): 15+5+X=20
Reduction: 11 (Rank + Void + Tomashi)
Initiative (Insight Rank + REF/ keep REF): 8k3
Wounds (Earth x 2 per level, Earth x 5 for Healthy)
|Down||+40||68||Must spend Void to act|
|Skill||Trait||Rank||Roll||Emphases/Mastery Abilities||School Skill?|
|Meditation||Void||4||8k4||Restores 2 Void Points/Roll||Yes|
|Investigation||PER||4||8k4||Nazodo(Puzzles/First Look), Notice, Search|
|Athletics||AG||5||9k4||Movement no longer hindered by terrain in any way||Yes|
|Defense||REF||3||6k3||May keep previous Def Roll every round|
|Jiujitsu||AG||7||10k6 (13k5 – School/Mastery)||Atemi ; Martial Arts ; Unarmed +1k0 Attack, Free Raise on Grapple||Yes|
|Stealth||AG||3||7k4||Simple Move Actions equal Water x5||Yes|
School Techniques (Togashi Ise Zumi)
|Rank 1||Blood of the Kami||Two Tattoos: Wind and Scorpion|
|Rank 2||Body of Stone||+1k1 to all unarmed attack and damage rolls|
|Rank 3||Togashi Defender (Alternate Path)||One Tattoo: Spider/Reduction = Rank + Void + Tamashii (11)|
|Rank 4||Will of Stone||Unarmed attacks are simple actions|
|Rank 5||Touch of the Kami||Gain two tattoos: Phoenix and Vine|
|Hands of Stone||+0k1 unarmed damage||+5 pts|
|Friend of the Brotherhood||Kihos cost normal amount||+4 pts|
|Tamashii||Any Trait, Ring, or Rank based effect of Tattoos/Kihos takes effect as if your Trait, Ring, or Rank were one higher. Whenever you spend a Void Point to increase a roll you gain +2 bonus to the roll. You are a satisfactory host for the Soul of Togashi and other powerful spirits||+10 pts|
|Kufoki’s Blessing||No negative effects of earthquakes other than damage|
|Enlightened Madness||Triggered off of Scorpion Tattoo for additional Stealth dice (Influence of Shuten Doji/Desire; Willpower TN 20 or become creature of pure desire for 8 hours||-4 pts|
|Ascetic||Gain one half glory on all gains||-3 pts|
|Disturbing Countenance||Crystal right hand/Scorpion Tattoo on face)||-3 pts|
|Cursed by the Realms (Yume-do)||Requires 10 hours of Sleep to regain Void Points||-4 pts|
|Dark Secret||Contains the essence of the Shuten Doji of Desire||-4|
|True Love||Must spend a Void to act in anything that does not place True Love first||-3 pts|
|Missing Limb||Arm||-6 pts|
|Scorpion Tattoo||When active, add rolled dice equal to rank on Stealth. Also, any time unarmed strikes damage dice explode you automatically Daze opponent||Page 116|
|Wind Tattoo||No maximum movement in a round; additional Simple Action/Round which may not be used to make an attack||Page 116|
|Spider Tattoo||When active, movement is allowed along vertical and inverted surfaces||Page 116|
|Phoenix Tattoo||Must have one unspent Void point to activate. When reduced to Down wound rank or lower, all unspent Void points are lost ande immediately heal 50 Wounds. This tattoo can be used once per week.||Page 118|
|Vine Tattoo||Heal 1 wound per minute. 24 hours of meditation will regrow lost limbs, and for one week thereafter the limb will be sore and ineffective granting the Permanent Injury Disadvantage during this period.||Secrets of the Dragon Page 80.|
|As the Breakers||Mastery 5 (Water); [Kharmic/Atemi]; successful Atemi strike causes target to lose 1 Simple Action this round – may not be affected more than once per skirmish||Page 265|
|Way of the Willow||Mastery 5 (Air); [Internal]; allows interrupt Move Action or Attack for a Void Point – may make Move Action away from person or attack them||Page 263|
|Falling Star Strike||Mastery 7 (Fire); [Martial/Atemi]; Spend Void + 2 raises on Attack to activate, 10k8 damage, contested Fire roll w/ success = blind for 4 hours||Page 264|
|Embrace the Stone||Mastery 5 (Earth); [Mystical]; Gain reduction equal to 2 x Earth (10) for 5 rounds.||Page 265|
Black Lion Tsuba (attached to obi)
“Have your men hold him steady…”
Falling in darkness…
“I do not believe you have learned your lesson…”
“…will not be complete…”
Voices like crow’s wings…
“Take him someplace desolate…”
Cold winds in the night…
“…will never see me again…”
Togashi Hirokazi’s meditation was disturbed by the faint mewling sounds of something shuffling up the deserted mountain trail he had chosen for his introspection. Standing from the lotus position he had maintained for nearly three days, he flexed and stretched. He had come to this place for it’s lack of occupation, but it was not unheard of for bandits to use the area for fleeing pursuit. Hirokazi reached into himself and felt Togashi’s blood stir in the markings on his body, an almost audible growl coming from the tiger etched into his flesh.
Instead of bandits, Hirokazi was witness to a shambling wreckage of a man. He moved in somnambulistic staggers, naked and unmarked by any signs of violence except for his right hand. The appendage appeared to have had two of it’s fingers hacked off, only the thumb, index, and middle fingers remained. The flesh over the wound was healed, but still freshly pink. Drool dribbled from parched lips and the rattling frame of the stranger’s body was lean and suffering from exposure. Only the most primitive noises issued from cracked lips.
Although a somewhat disturbing visage, Hirokazi sensed no menace in the individual. The Ise Zumi approached the man and gently stopped his movement.
“Who are you? What has happened to you”?
The man screwed his head to the sound of Hirokazi’s voice and the monk beheld eyes that were as vacant as the Void except for one thing…madness.
“You are a puzzle my friend, and fortunately for you I cannot resist a puzzle. The fortunes have brought you to me for a reason. Let us learn that reason.”
Gently Hirokazi picked up the emmaciated form in his powerful arms. Concentrating for a moment, the form tattooed around his waist…a centipede…began to writhe and the tattooed man ran with his burden far and fast back to his masters in Kyuden Togashi.
Wisps of steam curled up from the delicate tea cup Ikoma Illya had set upon the low table before her into the cool air of the morning. The year was growing pregnant with the threat of winter, and soon Toturi the Black lion would seek shelter for his army of cast off samurai and other allies. “Perhaps Toturi will call them back…perhaps…he will return to my arms…”
Feeling her face flush with evidence of visible emotion, the historian picked up her courtier’s fan from the stand it occupied next to her and used it to indicate her cup for the attendant kneeling in the corner to fill. The servant quickly moved forward averting her eyes discreetly so as not to suggest attention to her mistress’ indiscretion. Illya quickly brought the fragile vessel to her lips and let it linger momentarily, the fresh warm vapors of the oolong tea providing a cover for her cherry blossomed cheeks.
Recovering her composure as the attendant returned submissively to her corner of the tent, the influence of her longing brought Illya’s gaze to…the box.
Tajiri had left it for her as he departed with the rest of the Shiroi Hayabusa-The Black Falcons-on a mission he could not, or would not, speak of. Immobile in the grasp of the memory of that morning, the swirls of vapor from the cup still held to her mouth drifted up and into her eyes, surely forcing the waters that began to fill them…
“I leave this for you, my love.” Tajiri whispered into her ear as he lay beside her, and rolled to one side.
She raised herself upon one elbow, peering over his muscled shoulder inked with the blood of a dragon into an image of swirling clouds. Following the gaze of his eyes peering from between the claws of the scorpion tattooed upon his face, Illya saw a lacquered box resting on the ground next to their bed. Its surface was intricately carved on all sides as well as the lid with images…a Scorpion bushi, swirling shadowy tendrils, a falcon and several others. Five symbols…each one of the sacred elements…stood out however, in baas relief. The symbol of the Void held the position on the lid, while Fire, Earth, Air and Water each claimed one of the sides.
Gently grazing her lover’s shoulder with her lips, the Lion bard cascaded her discerning gaze across the object, noting the conspicuous absence of hinges, hasp, or even seams.
Tajiri reached up to his elbow where her delicate fingers rested and pulled her arm around him. Illya’s lips escaped the monk’s clouds and she rested her chin upon them instead, her bright eyes still fixed upon the box as her dark black hair chased strands of itself across his chest and neck as it fell.
“I see no way to open it, my wise and canny lord…”Illya said, a warm and happy smile upon her lips as she mischievously traced the tattooed swirls of air currents from one clouded shoulder to the other with her now-free hand.
Tajiri’s fingers found their way from her hand to wind through the tousled ebon locks upon him
“Solve the puzzles, the riddles of the elements, and you will find inside a gift I have made for you. When the time is right, you will know what to do with it.”
With that statement, the ise zumi rose abruptly from their tatami mat bed, the covers falling from his lean but strong frame. He stood with his back to Illya, a large tattoo of a spider between his shoulder blades, two legs extending up the sides of his neck, two across his ribs, and two each across the backs of his arms and legs. The monk’s departure from their bed left Illya’s own body exposed…small perfect breasts now hidden by long black hair that hung down to a narrow waist attached to shapely hips only partially hidden by the scattered blankets. Startled by this strange move, Illya stared, almost hurt inwardly by the abandonment, as she slowly pulled the edge of the blanket up over her bosom…her eyes fixed on Tajiri’s rigid form.
Illya’s question was silenced by the rush of wind in the room as Tajiri suddenly acted. The clouds on his shoulders swirled, and the lines of wind between them roiled. With movements as precise as they were swift, the monk dressed himself and had gathered his satchel across his bear chest. Before her hair had settled, Tajiri stood before his love’s startled face.
“Your name is Illya Ikoma, and I love you.”
With that, Tajiri cupped her face with his hands and kissed her long and deeply. As he pulled his lips away, a chill from Tajiri’s right hand…the one transformed into purest crystal…invaded her blood and carried that coldness straight to her heart. Closing her eyes, she knew that he was gone as the air recoiled from his movements, the sounds of papers fluttering to the floor from her records…
A long moment passed before she opened her eyes, and in that interim the chill in her heart had not faded.
Confused and saddened, she could only punctuate Tajiri’s absence by whispering to nothing…
Illya’s reverie was broken by the movements of her attendant. She still held the steaming cup to her lips in both hands.Kneeling, head down, the young girl offered a clean linen raised above her head to Illya. At first confused, the historian then realized her face had grown wet.
“The dew from my lady’s cup has gathered upon her face.” The attendant said.
A weak smile came to Illya’s round face. Her servant’s discretion would be rewarded.
“You may take leave to pursue your personal affairs for the hour.” Illya said as she took the silken linen and began to dab her face.
“Hai! My lady!” the attendant said as she touched her forehead to the ground and quickly rose and moved out the door of the tent.
Setting her cup down and clutching linen and fan in one hand, Illya moved before the box and kneeled before it. Each morning she devoted one hour to its mysteries. Most mornings met with frustration and disappointment. Even if one symbol was unlocked, a mistake made in the solving of the next would reset the previous symbols and all would have to begin again. On this morning, Illya began with four victories…Earth, Air, Fire, and Water. Only Void remained unchallenged. Illya sat and merely stared at the raised symbol for nearly the entire hour. Finally it occurred to her…This was the symbol of Void. The solution to solving it simply required…
As the last minute of the hour passed into forever ago, Illya had done…nothing.
Ikoma Illya smiled as the soft sound of a click came to her ears…