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[dragonoflife]

The session opens with idiocy! Or owls! Either way, the transcriber hates everyone, including himself, for being themselves, especially himself. The group discusses whether or not Hanzo’s actual name is in Eastern or Western order, to the annoyance of Hanzo, who just wants to stick to the name Hanzo. For some reason, someone has the Touch.

DM: For a moment, let us go slightly back in time. When we last left you all, you were in the morning, discovering that your colleague has left. Now let’s go back to the witching hour, midnight. Midnight at the college. Hanzo’s watching a football game.
Aiden: (as a random sound effect goes off) Transformers are outside.
DM: Hanzo, you arise at midnight, planning to act on the note you received earlier. You’ve decided this is where you need to part ways with your friends, at least temporarily.
Hanzo: And I need to make sure they can’t scry me later. Where does the psion sleep? Hopefully she has a bad Fort save.
Aliarra: Temporal paradox!
Hanzo: D&D of future past!

Hanzo cheerfully continues to attempt to slay the psion just hypothetically, which leads into a spirited debate over just how much ungol dust Hanzo actually possesses (answer: significantly more than he believed). Casting aside his name, except as noted he doesn’t really, Hanzo heads down to the teleportation chamber!

Hanzo: “Wait, how do I use this?”
Aliarra: Hanzo’s new theme song. (cueing up the Ninja Rap)
DM: Go ninja go ninja go! You go up to the hallways that leads to the teleportation room, and you see the doorway. In front of it you see two robed guards. You take a glance, then do a double-take.
Hanzo: Are they oily Pringles men?
DM: No, one is a regular guard with robes and a cowl over his head, you can’t quite see his face. The other one, also robes and a cowl… and a bowler hat mostly stuffed over the top.
Aliarra: He has a negative to his Disguise checks, doesn’t he.

Electing not to hide from Mr. Bowler, Hanzo approaches openly, smirking as he does.

Hanzo: “That bowler will get you killed someday.”
DM: “Oh no, I plan to do all the killin’ with it.”
Aliarra: Sleight of Hand, replace it with an ordinary bowler.
Hanzo: “Got this from the haberdasher’s… “

Mr. Bowler bribes the other guard, then sends him away. Cissy, meanwhile, is very confused.

Cissy: A ninja with an Irish accent.
DM: He’s not a ninja…
Hanzo: He could take a level in it.

The resolutely poorly-disguised thieves in the teleportation chamber teleport out, sending Hanzo to meet Mr. Bouvier. The DM angrily curses draenei crafting animations. Hanzo finds himself in a square gardening shed, with a large tunnel and a Mr. Bouvier present! The group notes that Pan has wandered off.

Hanzo: Pan. Pan. Pan.
Mrrshala: Ponies.
Aliarra: All right, we’ll play a pony RPG but it needs to be a unanimous vote. (silence) Everybody’s in favor but Pan, apparently! Welp…
Hlnzo: Since Pan says no…
Aliarra: He abstained, so no ponies.
Pan: I’ll play a pony!
Aliarra: Too late, voting’s closed.
Aiden: I didn’t fucking vote! If there was a vote I think we’d agree we don’t play! Let’s look up the pony RPG. I’m gonna look up classes..
DM: “Right on time, Mr. Beirut.”
Hanzo: “M.B.”
DM: “As always.”
Aliarra: …I thought that name stood for “Mr. Bowler”! I’ve had a revelation here!
DM: Milton Bradley. “I’m the Monopoly guy!”

Mr. Bouvier and Hanzo talk strategy, as the former indicates his guild will assist the rebels of Hanzo’s clan to overthrow his uncle. Hanzo is skeptical.

Hanzo: “You have no… reservations about assisting me in this?”
DM: “I expect compensation in some form.”
Aliarra: Ungol dust!

Mr. Bouvier explains that Hanzo will be a valuable source of information for the guild, once he has replaced his uncle on the throne.

Aliarra: What is it with party members replacing evil uncles around here?
Hanzo: Totally unplanned.
Aliarra: Cissy, is this something we should anticipate in the future here? Do you have an evil halfing uncle?
Cissy: I did get exiled from my people…
Aliarra: Aiden was sort of like the creepy uncle type, but then he replaced himself.
Aiden: I wasn’t OLD when I was doing that crap, I was like 18! I can’t be 18 and a creepy uncle at the same time!
Aliarra: Uncles can be young…
Hanzo: You were banished because you were clumsy.
Cissy: No, I was banished because I blew shit up.
Aiden: Aiden served his time, you fuckers…

Hanzo insists he isn’t worth, as the other party members shout encouragement from across time and space. Breaking the fourth wall, Hanzo detects scrying and obnoxious players both. Aliarra’s candle-purchasing tastes are justifiably called into question. Hanzo heads off to bed down for a few hours’ sleep before the coup.

DM: The scent of earth fades, and is replaced with a typical garden shed. But there’s something else there.
Aliarra: Manure.
Hanzo: I hate manure!
DM: Almost as soon as you question it does the answer come. The sakura trees outside, from the enchanted grove your uncle placed all those years ago. You are truly very close to home.

Mr. Bouvier explains the plan, and the backup plan which involves explosives. Hanzo attempts to toss a piece of paper to someone.

Hanzo: Aww, into the bowl of candles.
Aiden: Things Hanzo doesn’t have the ability to do: throw paper. Just like all other people.
Hanzo: (tries again)
Aiden: See, halfway again.
Aliarra: (hurls papers at Aiden)
Aiden: Okay. Wow. You almost killed me.

Time jumps back to its proper flow, and the other PCs ponder how to get to Hanzo. Dean Dean realizes that someone has defied his ban on teleportation, and angrily huffs off!

Hanzo: There’s probably something on the teleportation console that’s like ‘redial last number’.
Aiden: This is not the Stargate! This is not the Stargate, sir, it doesn’t work that way!

After a moment of complaining about relative Stargate dial speeds, Cissy eagerly breaks the fourth wall in her hurry to join the fray. Aiden is troubled.

Aiden: I guarantee we are going to ruin this! I just know it! We’re going to ruin everything!
Aliarra: Probably.
Cissy: But we’re gonna do it anyway.
Aiden: God damn it.

A mage bursts out in front of the Dean, flailing and claiming an emergency has happened in the magic lab! The Dean immediately hustles-off, leaving Mr. Bowler to greet the PCs with jaunty anticipation.

DM: “You’re probably wondering where your friend is.”
Aliarra: “We know where he is, but we don’t know where that is.”
Aiden: WHAT THE F--(collapsing)
Aliarra: (bursting into laughter)
Hanzo: That’s like Engrish from an 8-bit console game! “Since they once knew who he is…”
Aiden: That was an Aiden-ism if I ever heard it. I didn’t even have to say it!
Hanzo: I’m used to hearing puns from that end of the table, and what do I get?
Aiden: We know where he is—
Hanzo and Aiden: But we don’t know where THAT is.

Bowler explains that Mr. Bouvier had expected their interference, and had therefore made preparations to bring them along. He does ask them to keep the name of the wizard who aided them secret in exchange. Before the Dean can catch up with them, they are whisked off to the garden shed by magic!

DM: A moment later, your friends apparate in front of you, with Bowler. “They wanted to come along.”
Hanzo: “I told you not to admit them!”
Aiden: “This was surprisingly easier to do than I imagined… I didn’t expect someone to just go, ‘Hey, you want to come along for the journey?’ I somehow am disappointed by all this.”
Aliarra: “Let’s be grateful that they saw the wisdom of not keeping us separate from our comrade, and speaking of, hello…” (pausing, then searching for the note)

The game gets distracted by determining whether Hanzo wrote his true name in Eastern or Western order. Aliarra questions if Knowledge(History) would apply.

Aiden: Knowledge(History) of the secret society of ninja, yeah, I’m sure you do.
Aliarra: I have Diplomacy. Oh, natural 1. “Hello, assface.”
Hanzo: “You shouldn’t have come here.”
Mrrshala: “We couldn’t talk her out of it… not that we really tried.”
Aiden: “I wasn’t trying very hard.”
Aliarra: “Why shouldn’t we have come here?”
Hanzo: “I expect to walk into a den of death.”
Mrrshala: “Oh, we’ve never done that.”
Aliarra: “We also got the impression that that was what you were expecting, why did you think that would keep us away?”
Hanzo: “Ugh. What’s done and done.”
Aiden: “Maybe if you had told us everything was fine and happy… oh no, we would’ve assumed you were lying and would have come. I don’t think there’s anything you could have put in that note that wouldn’t have brought us here. Unless you said all our weaknesses…”
DM: “I am going off to a farm. Far far away where I will live out the rest of my days.”
Aiden: No, the letter is a mixture of exacts, like, “I am going to where there’s a lot of female Banglasharans that know about you, Aiden.” “Oh shit, we better not go!” All these very specific qualities…
Hanzo: And trip-immune creatures…
Aliarra: Who respect Justicars more than anything. Also there’s nothing to fireball there.

The group begins voting on whether or not they want to hear Hanzo’s story for some reason, which causes Ignir to abruptly appear solely for the purpose of casting the deciding vote. He immediately begins beating ninjas with Aiden for some reason.

Hanzo: “I was trying to latch on to your group to obtain the pieces, and then to acquire them from your custody when they were assembled.”
Aliarra: “That betrays a remarkable lack of understanding of what was involved in this whole thing, since you wouldn’t have been able to get the heart from us in any case.”
Hanzo: “Not all the pieces.”
Aliarra: “Just enough?”
Aiden: Sense motive! You’ll get caught up in the – aww, a 4, I continue not to care.

Their target is the daimyo and not the shogun, which the PCs kind of shrug about because in-character, they don’t know all these terms anyway. Cissy hints at a desire to see her brother again as Mr. Bouvier dangles a carrot of reward in front of her. Aiden insists he served his time!

Aiden: Besides, I have my Greywolf Mask from Oblivion, I can just put that on. Now I’m someone else. I go from Aiden, Defiler of Banglasharans, to Other Aiden, Defiler of Human Females. They’re both horrible.

Bouvier fires off a signal arrow that explodes in fireworks and racism. Aliarra vows to go all Dynasty Warriors on the gathered soldiers, but Aiden cautions that the DM will counter with Lu Bu.

Hanzo: So now we sneak through the edge.
DM: First you go into the sakura grove.
Aliarra: Be careful. She’s still in love with Sasuke.
Aiden: Fuck you. You had to bring it up. You coulda brought up anything, though. There are so many Sakuras. You got Sakura Magic Card Captors fucking girl. You got Sakura a female from every anime.
DM: You guys go through the CHERRY TREE grove.
Aiden: That works too.
DM: Pink blossoms fluttering down. It’s a moment of beauty.
Aliarra: As a full-plate armored warrior woman I feel completely out of place in these descending cherry petals, I really do.
DM: Your inner female is crying out.
Aliarra: “Must… wear… fuku!” I put on my armor too soon!
DM: Nothing happens while you’re in the sakura—uh, cherry tree grove.
Aliarra: How many get stuck on the spikes of my armor? I’ve lost my dignity for this entire scenario.
Cissy: You’re now camouflaged.
DM: All right, 1d100 – wow, ninety petals on you.

They shuffle on forward through what has become a waist-high pile of petals, Cissy holding her breath the entire time, then at last reach the hedge through which they must go.

Aliarra: “Do we send Beirut first to observe quietly, or do we send me first—“
Hanzo: (vanishing noise)
DM: Beirut surges ahead.
Aliarra: And gets stuck in the hedge.

Hanzo takes off, trying to climb over the hedge furiously – then remembers there’s a hole in the hedge and he’s still on the stone terrace. He scrambles through that instead, prompting Amigura Fault references (of all things--!) Hanzo finds himself passing by numerous bodies as he approaches the entrance to the pagoda.

DM: On the far end, right by the entrance to the pagoda, sitting cross-legged, with a long slender blade across his legs, sits an armored figure. You recognize the samurai.
Hanzo: (sighing) One of the shogun’s elite. (sighing) Well, there’ll be no sneaking here.
Aiden: What gave that away? The 17 ninja in front of him?
DM: As soon as you say that, he gives a small nod.

Hanzo attempts to call the others through the mindlink. Aliarra points out that not only do they not have one, but that she didn’t even take the power for her psion. The group is baffled.

Aiden: Wow. That’s almost like… dumb level.
Hanzo: (sputtering)
DM: I like how flabbergasted he is.
Aiden: I’m kind of flabbergasted too!
Hanzo: Why not break this game like you broke every other game?!
Aliarra: Because I broke it with a scryer, not a telepath!
Hanzo: Well have her scry what’s going on with me then!

The rest of the group catches up, and Hanzo quietly requests that they spare the samurai’s life when they defeat him. The group wonders what he is.

Hanzo: Hopefully he’s not accounting for a ridiculous swordsage trip-master reach-master… psionic-sidekick-master…
DM: No, this one’s got some fun.
Aliarra: The actual samurai class. (making feeble swings with a wilting sword, with appropriate pathetic sound effects)
Hanzo: (laughing) Fuck you!
DM: No no, I looked up some better ones…

Battle is engaged with initiative beginning! It immediately gets weird!

Cissy: Who’s going to mess up the fat little halfling girl?!
DM: I’m pretty sure you can tell that’s plate armor underneath the cloak…

Aliarra is the first to reach him with a charge, and the moment she attacks, the samurai flips out his own weapon to knock the weapon out of her hand. Cissy hurls an Orb of Lightning at him, with the hope of entangling him with the secondary.

DM: This time, his eyes glimmer. And he goes, “Hooeeeyah!” And the orb gets split in half.
Cissy: What the f— Oh god, I like this guy…
Aiden: And this is only the miniboss!

Pan launches a lightning bolt at the samurai, who actually takes damage from it. Aiden, now completely unwilling to get near the samurai, casts Mass Aid. It’s the psion’s turn!

Aliarra: She will cast Entangling Ectoplasm at him.
Hanzo: Is that like Babau Slime?
Aliarra: Yes, it’s exactly like Babau Slime.

The samurai is entangled! He moves towards Hanzo, taunting Aliarra’s inability to AOO him by implication, then attacks!

Aiden: He crit you, by the way. Go ahead and start rolling a new character. I’m surprised you haven’t already started!
Aliarra: Because you’ve got your stupid resurrection spell, dumbass!
Aiden: Oh! Right. Oh wow, she remembers that and knows that she doesn’t need to roll a new character.
Hanzo: Reincarnate, that’s the spell you should take. “You bastards!”

The samurai deals 53 points of damage to Aliarra, who mostly shrugs it off. Ignir is up!

Hanzo: Ignir is guarding our rear.
DM: As usual.
Hanzo: He turns around, we’re all laying there, blood fountaining from our bodies. “Oh no.”
Aliarra: He walks over, they shake hands, exchange a small pouch of money, Ignir walks off…
Damn it, DM!
DM: “Money talks.”
Aliarra: Money talks, Ignir walks. That’s okay, if this guy keeps causing trouble I’ve still got one ultimate trick in my backpack… “Behold the head!”
DM: “Everybody close your eyes!”
Mrrshala: Am I close enough to hit him yet? I gotta charge?
Aiden: You can’t charge—
Hanzo: Not through the pond.
Cissy: There’s a pond in front of you that’s 30 feet long.
DM: Ah, koi pond, you helped me out.
Aiden: Unless you were Jesus.
Aliarra: Unless you run across the fish. Sadly this is not Exalted. Although that would be awesome.

Aliarra returns her weapon to her hand and gets to trippin’. This of course fails, but she hits Mrrshala with White Raven Tactics so she can act. She whips out a Sapphire Nightmare Blade, although as near as I can tell it fails to hit, while Cissy gears up a Scorching Ray and launches it off. It doesn’t hit very hard either, as is developing into a consistent pattern. Hanzo closes and makes with the sudden striking!

DM: As your kamas enter him a word escapes his lips. “Traitor!”
Aliarra: Up till now I respected him.
Hanzo: Does that mean I did nothing?
DM: Well, let’s see how you roll.
Aliarra: The word deflected your kamas.
Pan: I cast Dimension Door to get the hell out.
Aiden: Smart move!

Not much happens as the players continue to discuss ways to get damage onto this guy without dying… and range far afield, as it their wont. The samurai’s turn comes up – but he holds his action!

Cissy: All of a sudden he teleports past everybody into the clothies…
Aiden: More than likely he’s going to kill me, because our entire group’s under the plan that I live.

Aliarra deploys Elder Mountain Hammer and Covering Strike! She rolls terribly against his counterattack ability, but just barely ties and thus succeeds. She almost loses her weapon in the process, but slays him thanks to the accumulated damage on him.

Cissy: Damn it. I wanted to throw my sling at him. 1d3!
DM: Your guisarme pierces through his chest.
Hanzo: Ippon!
DM: He kneels down…
Cissy: He even dies well, I love this guy.
Aliarra: You want to give him a Cure Minor, or is he actually dead?
DM: Oh he’s well-past his hit points.
Aliarra: (whispering) Search him!
DM: He was a worthy foe and we showed much honor that we would also like to show, let’s loot the bastard.
Aiden: Prop his head up, take a picture.
DM: You take time out in the middle of a coup to loot a brave warrior.
Mrrshala: Selfies!
Aliarra: Let’s put it this way. Cissy, search him. Then later on when you’re all, “Look at all this loot I got!” we can take a disapproving tone and split it up, okay?
DM: So fucking meta.

He has a breastplate, a ring, and his sword is puzzlingly nonmagical. They dissolve into squabbling over the ring as they hurry up to the pagoda door!

Aiden: You see TWO samurai at the end of the door!
Aliarra: 23 to kick open the door!
DM: KABOOM!
Aliarra: God that felt good!
Cissy: It’s one of those Japanese paper-mache sliding doors, man…

Bodies are strewn about, and they despair at the lack of time to loot the +7 weapons all of them are carrying for some reason.

Aliarra: “Where is the shogun’s room?”
DM: “That would be in the other county…”
Aliarra: He was dead and he answered me anyway.
DM: (making a dying noise) I was wrong, he was holding on to life.
Aliarra: It’s a good thing he expended his action and his life correcting me on a nitpicky point.
DM: He is going to die in peace.

They scramble up stairs like crazy, while the psion pops clairvoyance to see a floor up to anticipate their doom. She describes the two arguing men to Hanzo – it’s the shogun and his uncle the daimyo!

Aliarra: Hold on! (running back down the stairs) “THE SHOGUN WAS UP THERE AFTER ALL YOU FUCKER!” (kicking the corpse, then running back up the stairs)
Aiden: Worst yet. “Aiden! Resurrect him!” “What, that’s a waste—“ “DO IT!” “All right.” “HE WAS UP THERE!” Dead. “Why’d you make me waste that spell?”
Aliarra. “PRIDE.”

They scramble up the stairs at top speed, smashing through the door at the top!

Hanzo: Just in time to see…?
DM: Both men. “Huh?”
Aliarra: You were so expecting his sword to be through the shogun, weren’t you.
Hanzo: Well—
DM: But your uncle, quicker to act! (mimes stabbing the shogun)
Hanzo: Aww, shit.
Aiden: I could take my first turn to resurrect him.
Aliarra: Is he DEAD?
DM: He’s on the ground.
Aliarra: Sure, but he didn’t get cinematically one-shotted? What a shitty shogun.

Hanzo and the DM quickly begin working out how to resolve a ninja-jump-one-shot duel, though Cissy vows to just cast Phantasmal Killer on him. Strangely, Pan is up first!

Pan: I’m thinking about a Wall of Force here.
Aliarra: No.
Aiden: That’s a little overkill.
DM: That is a little overkill.
Aliarra: We want to kill him, not prevent us from fighting the entire time.
DM: While he makes his escape.

Pan hits him with a Ray of Enfeeblement for 9 Strength and Cissy is up next.

Cissy: We’re trying to kill this guy, right?
Hanzo: Do not destroy the upper floor.
Cissy: Well, too bad.
DM: This is Hanzo’s house.
Aliarra: Don’t AOE with the shogun right there, dude.
Aiden: Don’t AOE with US right there!
Cissy: All right, fine.

Cissy promptly botches a Scorching Ray roll or two and puts holes in the wall, but the two that hit drop the daimyo like an extra in a Western.

DM: He goes over to his chair and leans heavily on it. “You know nothing…”
Aliarra: “We’ll be alive to learn.”
DM: “You know nothing of the POWER! Remember me fondly as I USED to be…for there will be no afterlife for me.”
Aliarra: “I’m soooo sorry!”
DM: From behind the daimyo, a door opens. A big old hand, made of ethereal ess – essence, no? Hold on. Dark essence, grabs him. Hauls him up. And then a figure walks out. Fully swathed in plate mail from head to toe to the point where you can’t see anything.
Cissy: I shouldn’t have blown all that shit on the daimyo…
DM: His eyes glow through his helmet, and one of his arms is missing but what is attached is that dark essence arm. He holds your uncle high. “Rraaaaawgh!” And you can see the essence drains into him. In a voice that is almost as hollow as the grave, you hear, “So you are the ones who gave Moresh trouble! And now you disrupt things here. I will succeed where he failed!”
Aliarra: (incredulous, mocking laughter)
Hanzo: Why is Aliarra cackling?
Aliarra: “’Cuz he’s an IDIOT.”

Their foe produces not only an ethereal scythe, but an ethereal double of himself, and prepares to engage them!

Aliarra: He’s still an idiot.
Aiden: Why?
Aliarra: He thinks he’ll succeed.
Aiden: Ten minutes later… “Well, that was a great campaign, DM.”
Aliarra: That’s the great part about laughing. If I’m right, I look like I was properly confident. If I’m wrong, it doesn’t matter ‘cuz I ain’t there to deal with it any more.
Aiden: “Kill the healer first.” Aww, shit.

While the DM draws the battlefield, Aliarra points out to others the transgender-inclusion paragraph in the 5E handbook. The discussion quickly gets awkward, but fortunately is finally derailed over a discussion about whether the ethereal duplicate is in fact ethereal, which it is not. Mrrshala whacks away at one, but Hanzo misses!

DM: Mrrshala, I need you to make a Fortitude roll save, and you also take 14 points of damage as the scythe of dark energy seemed to pass right through your armor.
Aiden: He just cut off your soul! You took soul damage!
Mrrshala: Good think I don’t have a soul.
Aiden: But your soul still burns!

Mrrshala passes her Fort save, and Aliarra Radiant-Charges in! She deals damage to the ethereal one, and its essence seems to bleed over into the corporeal one somehow. Everyone gets distracted trying to figure out the mechanics of this effect.

DM: When Aliarra attacked the creature, you could hear it whisper, “Beirut, forgive me…”
Hanzo: Oh. Damn.
Aliarra: “I’m soooo sorry!”
DM: No, this one is a little more eloquent with his sorries.
Aliarra: Oh my god, it’s my uncle, and his butler!
Aiden: It’s my mother. “Why are you so bad with the ladies?”
Aliarra: It’s the Uncle-Thief. It’s the evil demon from the abyss who steals uncles’ souls.

Cissy revs up a Prismatic Ray, and promptly rolls a 2 on the attack roll. The group just gives thanks that she didn’t roll a natural 1 and nuke an ally off the face of the planet. Pan fires off a Hideous Laughter, but the demon saves – probably for the best, for the dignity of the fight. The psion casts Time Hop on the physical demon, but it saves. Aliarra deploys Thicket of Blades as it moves through her threatened area, promptly tripping the demon.

Aliarra: Finally something fell from Thicket of Blades.
DM: Damn, I forgot all about that…

Mrrshala steps up and prepares to roll, though now she’s questioning what her to-hit bonus is.

Cissy: He’s laying on the ground right in front of you.
Aliarra: You got the +4 from prone, the +2 from flanking, and the +1 from Mass Aid.
Hanzo: So even if you don’t roll a 20, you probably still hit.
Mrrshala: Oh, I rolled a 20, though…

Aiden ponders actually attacking for a weird, rare change. Not much interesting happens for a while, as the group banters about movies… Cissy scrambles up to fire a Prismatic Ray into the prone being, and rolls up the instant-death Poison result. It saves, but takes 6 Con damage, which is pretty cool.

Hanzo: When he stands up, he’s got 4 AOOs coming on him, we got this. Unless he’s got a Staff of the Magi he can snap over his knee.
Aiden: I think this domain would be perfect for Aiden!
Aliarra: Pleasure. Hee hee hee hee.
DM: Sadly, not part of the pantheon.
Aiden: I just like the thought of it being, like, a reward for him…

The creature keeps making saves against stuff, but Hanzo delivers a blow that seems to slay it!

DM: His armor shatters and falls to the ground.
Hanzo: What’s in it?
Aliarra: Loot!
DM: It disappears.
Aiden: Does [the ethereal one] disappear too?
DM: No, it actually starts solidifying. The armor – tink tink tink tink! Scythe back out.
Aiden: Round two!

They start pounding on the second incarnation, being all in all in very good shape. Aiden casts Tree Stride and flees the battle, but then decides against that. Cissy hurls an Orb of Lightning into the fray, slaying the demon, while Aiden heals the shogun – possibly at the last second, we’re not certain. The battle is over! And with that, so is the game!