The Wandering Isles - Session 47

The search for Eldrin took the group into the depths beneath Saigo no Toshi, chasing faint traces that led to the city’s forgotten underbelly. The sewers were foul and stubborn, hiding their secrets behind hidden mechanisms and strange doors. It was Amaedrianna who spotted the clue that unlocked their path forward.

What waited beyond was grim. A figure, crucified against the stone, surrounded by haunting images painted in blood. In a quiet, solemn moment, Eos stepped forward to give the soul rest, and something in the air shifted—an otherworldly glow hinting at mysteries not yet understood.

After cleaning themselves off, the group found Remington waiting for them in the temple district. A conversation unfolded, laced with revelations and old myths—tales of bloodlines touched by the divine, and hints that Eldrin might carry a legacy far heavier than any of them expected. Connections were drawn. Pieces began falling into place.

Tensions didn’t stop there. Dash confessed to a grim act earlier in the day—one taken with Amaedrianna in the twisting alleys of the city. The consequences of that choice still hung heavily between them, casting long shadows over what was to come.

As midday approached, the Zenith Bell rang out, signalling the start of the Kensai Trials of Reflection. Strange signs stirred the city—sakura petals floating upwards, defying gravity, and strange lights flickering in the distance. Hatsu noticed them first, but others soon felt the shift. Amaedrianna searched for signs of Eldrin amid the growing oddities, but found no trail. Meanwhile, Dash sent up a quiet hope in the form of a New Year’s lantern—only to watch it climb too fast and burn out in a flash, leaving a heavy silence in its place.

The group made their way to the graveyard next, gathering with Ayame and Lysa for the solemn tradition of whispering names for the dead. Each name spoken carried its own weight—some full of grief, others of rage, some names of the living not yet forgiven.

As the final names fell into the wind, the sakura leaves above turned a deep crimson, falling like soft rain.

A few landed on Dash. A few on Amaedrianna. Some on Hatsu. More on Eos.

But Slate... Slate was covered in them.

The graveyard fell silent as everyone turned to watch, the scarlet leaves cloaking him under the twilight sky.

And with that chilling image, the night drew to a close.