Guardian, Saviors of Kamigawa (Kamigawa Cycle) by Scott McGough

Author:Scott McGough [McGough, Scott]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
ISBN: 9780786957088
Publisher: Wizards of the Coast Publishing
Published: 2010-04-01T00:00:00+00:00

Mochi reappeared in the largest cloud vessel in the armada. The massive conveyance was as large as a warship and had not descended to the forest. This was the soratami headquarters and flagship, and it was buzzing with activity.

Two soratami women were waiting for him in the innermost chamber. The room was lavishly decorated with bolts of luxurious cloth and huge satin couch-pillows. The women did not speak as they lounged around a lacquered table. At the center of the table was a shallow bowl filled with vivid blue liquid. A single candle floated on top.

Both women had the soratami’s exquisite white skin. They wore their hair in a tightly wound pile that was somehow unruly and severe at the same time. Their long ears were each wrapped tightly around their heads.

On the left sat Uyo, the silent prophet. Most soratami were androgynous, and Uyo was no exception, though her features were especially fine. She never physically spoke, but Uyo’s voice carried more authority than any other single soratami in the entire world. She was the high priestess of a powerful cult who had honed the power of their minds. Uyo herself had the unique ability to see into the future, though her visions were difficult to interpret. Mochi and Uyo had been a great help to one another, he assisting her with interpreting her visions, and she providing him with advance information that only a prophet could know.

On the right sat Chiyo, one of Uyo’s most talented students. She had also had especially elegant features, but lately she had taken to wearing a large, metallic mask of the crescent moon that completely hid half of her face. The upper point of the crescent hung high above her forehead while the lower jutted out below her chin. The edge of the curve descended across her face to cover one eye, her nose, and half her mouth. There was no opening for her to see or breathe through, but the surface of the moon-mask was covered in glittering, incandescent dust that wafted around her head like a halo.

The visible half of Chiyo’s face still displayed her strong features, but the muscles were tight and her expression dour. She had barely survived the oni’s initial assault on Oboro and would have been killed if not for the city’s defenders. She never shared the details of what happened to her, but Mochi knew. Out of respect for her years of dedicated service, he had never openly questioned her account of being badly mauled by an oni. It was technically true, after all, but not entirely true. Still, whatever the cause, she now believed herself disfigured and had adopted the crescent mask to both soothe her pride and honor her kami.

Chiyo had always been one of the fiercest soratami, intimidating even the most seasoned warriors, but the mask made her even more daunting. Mochi intended to give her a city of her own to rule once the soratami nation was established, and he expected her to become as powerful as a queen before she was half Uyo’s age.

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