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Lost In The Void
The Void is all that I see, now.

Seppuku awaits.

After finding the nearest village, we slept through the night and awoke early to see the village headman to inform him, and have him pass along, the terrible news about the water god. We were going to retrun to Gokyu Tenjo, but the headman suggested we visit the nearby temple of air, to warn them of the water god's fate, and perhaps give the air god time to prepare in case the mysterious stranger chose to visit him.
We decided that that was best, and set on our way, picking up with us a woman who was on her way to do some research at the temple. She seemed very haughty for her apparent station, but I paid her little mind. Nor did I get the opportunity to pay much heed to the rather pale fellow we picked up in the village we spent the night in.
As we were making our way, we ran into a rather odd looking bunch, most of whom looked as though they had the plague. The man in black was another matter, however. He summoned up a scorpion, and we moved to stop him.
The last thing I saw was his pet plague victim before he somehow made my eyes rupture and burst from their sockets.
I continued fighting, as best I was able to in my crippled state. Once the fight was over, I was fully prepared to end my life honorably, by way of seppuku. The others convinced me, however, to at least wait until we arrived at the temple of the air god.
It seemed, however, that our tribulations were not yet over. We were awakened in the middle of the night to the screams of our large companion, and the braying of wolves all around us. I got up to defend myself and my traveling companions. Somehow, my skills continued to serve me well, despite my lack of eyes. Strange to say, it almost felt....right. I could only hear the howliing of the wolves and the grunting of the man (I assume), amidst the cacophony of battle, but I knew where to go to hit them. Very odd.
The fact remains, however, that I am without my sight, and more of a burden than a help on this critical mission.

From the journal of Kakita Yoshitsune

Contributor: Chris Schuettpelz