So, obviously, with Zizi and Fail both AWOL and the need to move things quickly so the new players can join, I'm having to resolve this myself, mostly. There will be posts needed from Shari and Haru sooner though, although not necessary just yet - although you can post if you want I suppose. I'll be posting more tomorrow or the day after. The forums get pissy when you post too much in a single post, so this has to be broken up, anyway.
The group had scarcely entered the central palace before being confronted by a trio of Bakeneko with hostages - each woman holding a dagger, dripping with poison at that, to the neck of some hapless man. With the cat ladies were twice as many of the Jijo, the horrific things sobbing and drooling.
The group was bound in ropes - with the hostages, there was little chance to argue. In their favor, however, the Bakeneko seemed to be grossly underestimating just how strong Shari and Yuanjun were, while also apparently unaware of the fact that Haru was a Druid. Unfortunately for Kai, however, they were far less ignorant of his capabilities and made sure to fit him with a pair of jade manacles as well.
The party - and the hostages - were led into a large courtyard where, judging by the throngs of Bakeneko gathered and the large summoning circle wrought in blood and ash, the revival of Otoyo was to take place.
Hitomi made her way towards the party, looking much as she had in Yamaguchi - stunningly gorgeous, incredibly trashy, and wearing a barely-there kimono that was half-falling off her, while handling her sword more or less like a sharp club. At her side was her beloved husband, the ground thudding as the lumbering thing walked, and about a dozen undead women of the various types unique to Oguchi.
"Ahahaha, you fuckers again? I'm almost insulted!" She laughed spitting in Ryo's face for good measure before making her way towards Yuanjun. "Oh, hey, you're a new face 'least. You some kinda hooker or sumthin'?" Another laugh - the irony was apparently lost on her though.
"You're just in time, shitheads." Hitomi purred before gesturing towards one of the Nekomata - one currently in her anthropomorphic cat form. "Make sure these fucker's don't interrupt anything." Before Haru could shift forms, or Shari or Yuanjun could try and break free, the group found themselves under the affects of a Hold Person spell. "Maybe I'll let you live as a fucktoy for the Oni, cowtits." Hitomi growled in Yuanjun's face before spitting in it and walking over to the ritual circle, being joined a number of other women - presumably Clerics or Wizards.
They had failed.
The party could only watch, helplessly, as the hostages were killed - along with several dozen others - their souls and blood serving as fuel for the ritual. As the ash and air formed first a skeleton, then the muscle and sinew, then the skin, and finally the completed physical form of Otoyo.
They had failed.
Otoyo stood still for a moment, Hitomi grinning like a child. The reborn woman was quite striking, although more than her lovely nude body, or even to an extent the sense of failure and fear, what most likely caught the group's eyes was, well, the look in hers. She looked like someone who had been to the Lower Planes and back because, well, you know. She had. The minority of people who had been revived from the dead, as well as scholars on such matters, said that the memories of the hereafter faded very quickly after revival. If a fleeting half-hazy memory of the Abyss could give Otoyo a look like that...
The Abyss, man. Real horrorshow.
Although, like, wasn't Otoyo kind of banished there, rather than just being dead? Doesn't that means he remembers, like, all of it? Oh my...
She shook her head clear, slowly putting on the loose-fitting robe one of the Bakeneko reverentially offered her. "H-how long has it been?" She said, her voice soft and shakey, but the hints of her arrogance and cruelty slowly creeping into it. "Over three thousand years, mistress." Otoyo took a deep breath before pointing towards the group. "Who are they? They smell like her."
She made her way towards the group, her steps shakey at first, before she found her balance and footing again. "Do you know what I have been through?" she asked, tilting her head, a far-off look in her eyes. "The tortures and the humiliations? Three thousand years of being raped, murdered, tortured, flayed, eaten, spit on, defecated on, pissed on, torn apart, put back together, and more. They don't let you die - you can't. You die and die and die and die a thousand thousand times, over and over, down there but you never get to actually die.
She sent me there. Your whore mistress. Sogi."
Otoyo smiled and gave a small laugh, both without mirth. "You know, some people might, after something like that, go a little crazy. Maybe devote every ounce of their very being towards getting revenge. Towards making the bitch who betrayed them go through what they went through. Some people might do that. Most people, I think."
Otoyo grabbed Ryo by his face. Her grip was about as strong as one might expect from a woman of her build, which given her being something very much not-Human most likely meant she was still quit weak - it should have been much stronger. " I am going to burn down her life, do you hear me, Human?" she growled. "I am going to take everything, everything that traitorous bitch has ever cared about, and I am going to destroy it. I will track down each and every thing ever to crawl out of her festering cunt and I will send their souls straight to the Abyss. I'll hire Daemons - I'll track down the souls of Genno, and all her other fucktoys, and I'll make sure they are dragged, kicking and screaming, to the Abyss. Anything and everything that whore has ever cared for, I will destroy and desecrate." As she ranted and raved, she wasn't really looking at Ryo - or at anything in particularly. Her eyes and her mind were somewhere else. "Everything."