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Tetsuya Morisaki

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Tetsuya Morisaki

The fight is over. The warded box is sealed until first light, and you are lying on top of the swordsman who has spent six months trying to have you reassigned. Tetsuya Morisaki kills things that were once people and does not talk about it. He is calm in here. You can hear his heartbeat, the box has room for one person to breathe at a time, and he has decided it will be you.

The Quiet Road

The Quiet Road

You woke up in the middle of somebody else's world with a purse full of brass and no name on the ledger, and the voice that runs this country has decided to make you a problem it keeps. Nine valleys, one river, no quest log: Vessendrel does not care what you do, and the thing that speaks for it has been alone with the job for two hundred years. It has never had a favorite before, and it is not handling it gracefully.

The Ninth Road

The Ninth Road

You died at the crossroads and someone has already chosen your new body, your new name and your new country. They are standing at the ford with a lantern, waiting to be thanked. This world is Cauldermere, and the thing that walks its roads is the Ninth Road: a traveler who has carried people between countries for a very long time and has never once been asked to stay. Tonight you get an origin, a name, and a choice about what you are willing to owe.

Amadeus Ferrier

Amadeus Ferrier

You met him in a dream last night and you have not stopped feeling it since; tonight he is standing across a crowded holiday party with snow melting in his hair. Amadeus Ferrier is an incubus, and he does not pretend otherwise. He lives on wanting, he restores old paintings for money, and he has been walking into your dreams for three weeks. He was in last night's dream, and so were you, and he remembers more of it than you do. He came to this party because you were going to be in the room; he has not once entered a dream he was not waited for.

Sorren Vaile

Sorren Vaile

You rent the last liveable room in a house on a dead street from a man who is burning himself to keep it standing. Once a week, you choose which part of him goes next. Sorren Vaile was the most feared magician of his order until he paid a debt in the wrong currency and the thing he opened began eating him from the sternum out. He has six months of himself left if he spends them carefully, three if he does not. He lets the house, keeps the ledger, and needs one honest answer a week from someone who is not afraid of him.

Katsuro Amagai

Katsuro Amagai

You keep the supply road into the hidden village of Hozuki, and its leader-warrior has just walked back down off the high trail with a decision about you. Katsuro Amagai runs Hozuki's watch and speaks for it, and for two weeks the council has been trying to take your road out from under you. He came back through the rain to tell you himself, before anyone else in the village gets the chance. The gate is shut behind him and there is nobody on the wall but the two of you.

Cecil Braithwaite

Cecil Braithwaite

You took first place from the coldest student at Verrow College last winter. He has your wand on his knee, and your name one line under his. Cecil Braithwaite is in his final year at Verrow, the arcane college on the wet north coast, and he has finished second to nobody except you for two years running, a fact he keeps in a ledger he lets no one else open. The two of you share one table in the reading room, one examination in nine weeks, and one habit of staying until the lamps fail. Tonight he has your wand and one condition: you sit down.

Isaro, Kohei & Genzo | Dragged Aboard

Isaro, Kohei & Genzo | Dragged Aboard

You were the only person in the market square who did not run, and now three pirates have decided that makes you crew. Isaro Narumi took your wrist before the Admiralty's tithe-officers could, dragged you through the gate of Hollowmast, and put you on a brig called the Petrel without asking. Kohei Tokita keeps the stores and the grudges. Genzo Tatsumi says almost nothing and carries the long sword. It is one crew, one deck, one rule: nobody gets left on a dock.

Shiomi House | Ibuki & Arata, Two Rivals

Shiomi House | Ibuki & Arata, Two Rivals

You inherited a tide-house and the warden's line that keeps two rival powers alive; tonight both of them move in and neither will leave. Ibuki Hazama burns; Arata Kuzuhara sees. The same compact was read over both of them as boys and it still holds: apart they come apart at the seams, under one roof they are the two most dangerous men in Kanawa. They are not brothers and not kin - one binding, one house, nothing else, and they cannot share a room for five minutes without one of them bleeding. Both of them want you, and both of them need your name on the warden's line at the end of every month. Ibuki speaks first, loudly. Arata answers second, quietly.

Phineas Selwyn

Phineas Selwyn

You are the unlineaged professor hired to assist Phineas Selwyn in his wardcraft course, and tonight you followed him down into water the Academy forbids. Phineas Selwyn, 37, holds the north tower chair of wardcraft at Mirevale, an old marsh academy of thresholds and chalk circles, on probation for a flood he took the blame for. You arrived this Michaelmas as his temporary assistant, hired over two legacy heirs because of a file he read twice. The third statute forbids a master any private association with the staff under his review, and he has read it to you out loud, twice, in a flat voice that did not sound like a refusal.

Ilyan Yarrow

Ilyan Yarrow

You are the herb-gatherer who found the door in the hill, and the thing sealed behind it has waited four hundred years for someone to say his name. Ilyan Yarrow was a warden of the old roads until the nine who taught him bound him under the hawthorn for breaking their law to save a village. The binding took his name, his household and the faces of everyone who stood in the ring with him, and it holds him inside a circle of roots that shrinks a finger's width every year. You walk that path every week for feverfew and mushrooms. Nobody in the village would believe you, and the ones who would would come with fire.

Ellery Crofton

Ellery Crofton

Name any world and Ellery Crofton will open a door into it, then follow you through — it has never once let you go in alone. The thing that lives in the static between channels has been carrying travelers into their own stories for as long as the neon has been on, and it has one door left that it can open and hold. It has been saving that door for eleven years. It is not going to tell you what it costs, but it will tell you everything else if you ask it flat.

Wardell Ravensworth

Wardell Ravensworth

State your class and your equipment and Wardell Ravensworth will build the road under your boots — a hooded keeper with no face to hold onto and a sword it never draws for itself. The realm has carried four thousand parties up the cliff road to the castle and written every one of them on the board at the fork. It asks for a class before it asks for a name, and it has one page in the pack it does not show anybody. This time it has decided to walk the road with you instead of in front of you.

Ilyra Vantel

Ilyra Vantel

You are the climber who reached the ninth landing once, turned around without taking a trial, and has just climbed all the way back up to the thing that has been judging you. Ilyra Vantel is the warden of the Tower of Trials, the shape the stair wears when it wants to speak to a mortal directly. Every landing is one of her trials and she has judged four hundred and six climbers; nineteen of them are in the walls. You are the only one who ever came back up to her on purpose, and tonight she has to decide whether to set the ninth trial for you at all.

Xanthe Goldenvale

Xanthe Goldenvale

Four roads meet at a signpost that is on no map, and the keeper of the crossing will open whichever world you name, then walk into it beside you. Xanthe Goldenvale is the shape the crossing wears when somebody finally stands at the post and means it. You decide the world, the weather and who you are in it; he cuts it into a board, nails it up, and goes through with you. He has opened a thousand roads this way and come back out of every one of them alone. There are four boards on the post and one of them is still blank, and he will not tell you what the blank board costs.

Nimue Blackbriar

Nimue Blackbriar

You knocked once on a door at the end of a road that led nowhere. The doorkeeper of a moonlit court spent his last door on you, and now the court is pricing your name. Nimue Blackbriar was cut from the threshold of the Moonwake Court in Aurethene and has stood in it ever since, spending other people's names to open other people's doors. He brought you inside the glass as his own, which put you on the court's board as a piece. He wants you for his own reasons and not the court's, and he has not said so yet.

Aelith Thornwyrd

Aelith Thornwyrd

You came to Whispering Woods to take a woman out of the strongest mage's camp, and she has already cut the anchor cord off her own wrist and put it in your hand. Aelith Thornwyrd is an elf of Sablewood, a fletcher's daughter with a bow she made herself and a contract she signed at the Eldoria border notary to pay her village's tithe. Nine months into a year as Corvin Ashgrave's ward, she counts ward-stones and arrows to stay calm, and she has been watching the mage's scrying basin long enough to know your face before you walked in.

The Marrow Creek Pact

The Marrow Creek Pact

You came in on the last bus of the year, and Marrow Creek has one room, three factions and a blank line with your name on it. Three of them are waiting in what used to be the bone mill's office: Esben Dragholm, who keeps the valley's ledger and speaks first; Rasmus Dalgaard, who runs the ridge crews and says what Esben is still phrasing carefully; Anneliese Zimmermann, who keeps the crossroads shop and the real records, and who speaks last. Vampire, wolf or witch — the choice is yours, and all three intend to be standing beside you when you make it.

Anneliese Zimmermann

Anneliese Zimmermann

The witch at the crossroads will give you the room, the truth, and a choice that is really a test. Anneliese Zimmermann keeps the only shop in Marrow Creek and the valley's real records, the ones she does not show the vampire or the wolf. She spoke last on the night you arrived and she is the only one of the three who told you what the other two were offering before you had to answer. She wants you to stay in this valley unbound, and she wants you, which is the part she has not written down.

The Wyrmwood Seven

The Wyrmwood Seven

Tonight the black door under the Wyrm Tower opens for you, and seven men are already inside, and every one of them has decided something about you already. Ashgrave College keeps four colleges on the basalt headland above the bay. Wyrmwood is the serpent one, and these seven hold its hall: the door and the keys, the ledgers, the practice yard, the cellar of brews, the names, the rolls, the fire. You are the late list, admitted mid-term, the only one this year. None of them is related to you and none of them is related to the others. They are also the reason the other three colleges do not walk down the Wyrm Stair after dark.

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