Editing Intelligence Debriefing

Scattering sand ground from a drinking glass that had once touched the lips of a being he could neither remember nor name, [[Amilar Vondy]] paced the circuit of a small room in the caves beneath [[Lookshy]].  For an hour, he held the Mudra of Separation and re-invoked the Private Plaza of Downcast Eyes, the spell that warded the secret place.  

When he was finished, he joined the other two Seventh Legion officers at the long table.  “Time for we three to [[Battle of Breaking Iron|meet again]], eh?”  He smiled, but his smile was grim.  

[[Yushoto Albia]] rubbed her gnarled fingers together.  “You’re not in a position to joke, Taimyo.  It was largely from your recommendation that the General Staff threw the Seventh’s lot behind – ”

“I stand by my deci – ” 

“Be crotchety and old on your own time, dammit!”  The third in the trio, [[Karal Linwei]], rose from her seat.  “Whatever happened in the past, right now we’ve barely managed to pull ourselves out of open war, and the question is if we want to jump back in.  I’m in charge of the First Field Force, so it’s my name first on this report.  I need information.”

The two older dragon blooded looked away.  “Yes, Taimyo,” they muttered.  

“Right, then.  Just as when [[An Oathsworn Circle|the Anathema]] first tried to parlay with us,” Linwei began, and she ignored the pointed look that Vondy shot Albia, “the [[The Marukan Alliance|Marukan]] is divided between warring factions.  There are more than two, now, though.  So start with our oldest concern, the [[Mask of Winters]].”

“We’re certain, at this point, that the Mask is spreading into the plains.  He’s made it as far as White Stone, at least.”  Vondy paused to put a token to mark the town’s place on the map.  “What we don’t know is how far he’s going to spread.  The only information the Security Directorate has is coming from Marukani refugees; the Mask’s rebuffed everything else we’ve tried.”

Yushoto Albia shifted uncomfortably in her seat.  When she spoke, her voice was low.  “The Intelligence Directorate hasn’t been able to find out anything more than that, either.”

“Taimyo?”  Karal Linwei raised an eyebrow.

“It’s the policy of the Intelligence Directorate not to comment on our methods.”

“This is hardly the time to hold back!”

Albia sighed.  “I could be court-martialed for this…”

“Taimyo.”

“Ghosts.”

Albia drew a long, shuddering breath.  “We hired three Sijanese necromancers to bind a scale of Seventh Legion ghosts into service as deep-cover operatives.  Twisted their corpus, re-shaped their gear, to let them fit in in [[Thorns]].  They didn’t remember they were ours anymore, but they had a trigger time, to awaken and report back to us with what they’d learned.

“Our ancestors?”  Vondy blinked.

Linwei grew pale.  “A whole scale?”  

“Understand that we were desperate.  Nothing else had worked; no sorcery, no living spies.  With the Mask on the move and no Anathema buffer the stakes had become imaginably high.  We never thought…”

“The Mask found out.”

Albia nodded.  “We’re not sure how.  He’s got them, though.  Worse, they went native.”

“Tien Yu,” Vondy cursed.  “What if this gets out?”

“It can’t.  The necromancers met with… bandits on the way back to Sijan.  Only four officers in the Intelligence Directorate know, and now you.”

“And the Mask,” Vondy said.

“He’ll use this against us; leak it when we’re at our most vulnerable, when morale is lowest.”

Karal Linwei steeled her jaw.  “Then at least we have a little time.  Move on to something more immediate.”

Yushoto Albia jumped at the chance.  “The [[Roseblack]] and her [[Vermillion Legion]].  We have spies in her camp, and they report that she’ll be moving back into our territory soon, under a white banner.”

“Where’s she headed?”

“That’s where things get interesting…”


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