Fightest's note: I'm baaaaa-aaaack.
> The first hour starts, and you dive into your work. Your practiced hand lays down a rough outline of the story you try to tell, and, almost subconsciously, you immediately call to surface from the vast depths of your memory turns and passages that, centuries ago, had humbled emperors and brought tears to the eyes of hardened soldiers.
> Yuugi sits, sweat pouring off her creased brow as though she were carrying the Youkai Mountain itself on her back. The pebble on the table in front of her, featureless and dull to anyone else, tells her stories of ancient times, when men were gods, and the world was far, far greater than it is now. While memory may weaken and falter, the earth does not forget.
> You do not notice the passing of the second hour, your work defining your very being. The subtleties and undertones in your tale grow deeper and deeper, utterly obfuscated by the central theme. You will certainly need a trigger to allow them to surface.
> Yuugi remains motionless, her entire body tense with strain. Tales and legends flow into her from the pebble, intertwining, rising, falling, forming a microcosm of an entire world, a world lost to decay, slow and terrible.
> As the third hour draws to a close, you review your work. The core theme of your work resounds strongly, powerful brush strokes accentuating an implacable rhythm, while elegant serif hints at the fragile undercurrent of memory and emotion.
> After nearly three hours of inaction, Yuugi carefully picks up the pebble and, forming a fist around it, starts to squeeze.
> A short crack comes from Yuugi's closed fist. She gently opens up her hand, palm upwards.
> Where the pebble was is now something else entirely: balancing on a delicate stalk of stone, like an opened flower, sits a flat, four-cornered land, a tall mountain at its centre flattening out into a circular continent. More land extends away to three corners, separated from the central island by a yawning gulf that surrounds the central island and continues to the remaining corner. Looking closer, one can see rivers and forests and, perhaps, with a little imagination, one can even start to make out empires and cities.
> You know with no uncertainty that the nature of Yuugi's creation is your trigger. The subtexts and meandering threads of your writing, written and adorned with an almost random thoughtlessness, now suddenly become clear. Where once you spoke of the fragility of memory now runs the deep river of bitterness at a glory lost and an unwinnable struggle. Where once you spoke of the ephemereality of emotion now stands a monument to supreme virtue, and the inevitable ruin that comes to heroes and kings.
> Resultant dice pool:
> Akyu: 7d10 (3 success) + 1d10 (1 success)
> Yuugi: 24d10 (1 success) + 1d10 (3 success)
> Note: Dice that come up 7 or higher are successful.
> Note: Dice that come up 10 receive one extra success.
> Note: Victory is determined best 2 out of 3.
> Rolling:
> Round 1:
> Akyu: 1 3 4 5 5 8 10 + 2 = 7 successes
> Yuugi: 1 2 3 3 3 3 3 4 4 5 5 5 5 6 6 6 6 7 7 8 8 9 9 10 + 3 = 8 successes.
> Round 2:
> Akyu: 6 7 7 8 8 8 10 + 3 = 19 successes
> Yuugi: 1 1 1 1 1 1 2 3 4 4 5 5 6 7 7 7 7 8 8 10 10 10 10 10 + 10 = 20 successes. Heavenly Guardian Defense reduces to 16 successes.
> Round 3: 3 6 7 9 9 10 10 + 6 = 17 successes
> Yuugi: 1 2 2 2 3 3 3 3 4 4 5 6 6 7 7 7 7 8 8 8 8 9 10 10 + 1 = 13 successes
> Yuugi bows her head to you with a solemnity entirely uncharacteristic to her.
> "Between two Oni, I know ye, and ye know me. Yer arm is stronger and yer horn is sharper. I bow down afore ye, and yer thought is mine."
Fightest's note: What's up with the baby-blue colour theme? Can I make it look how it used to?
