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|align="center" style="background:#efefef"| <big>Leaf Shakes the Wind</big>
 
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! align="left" | <small>Caste:</small>
 
| align="left" | <small>Night</small>
 
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! align="left" | <small>First Age Incarnation:</small>
 
| align="left" | <small>[[Lun Kuai]]</small>
 
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! align="left" | <small>Age:</small>
 
| align="left" | <small>27</small>
 
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! align="left" | <small>Birthplace:</small>
 
| align="left" | <small>Incas Prefecture, Blessed Isle</small>
 
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! align="left" | <small>Birthdate:</small>
 
| align="left" | <small>9th of Resplendant Water, R.Y. 741</small>
 
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== The Sapling Grows ==
 
== The Sapling Grows ==
  
Our work came more naturally to Leaf than to any other mortal student I’ve ever had. The fourth child of a farming family in Incas Prefecture, he was nominally in Noble to earn money selling the fruits of their labor, but the boy had already found a far easier way to earn the jade his parents and sisters needed.  The network of neglected children and urchins he'd created was astonishing; for nothing more than a few vegetables and some bread, they acted as lookouts and distractions for him while he made his profits directly from the pockets other merchants and patrons in the market.  He came to my attention when he lifted the purse and and two message scrolls from Liergess; it took us four days to track him down the first time, and another two after that before we actually caught him.  I hardly cared that the scrolls were still sealed, the money mostly unspent; the boy’s talents were far more valuable.
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Our work came more naturally to Leaf than to any other mortal student I’ve ever had. The fourth child of a farming family in Incas Prefecture, he was nominally in Noble earn money selling the fruits of their labor, but the boy had already found a far easier way to earn the jade his parents and sisters needed.  The network of neglected children and urchins he'd created was astonishing; for nothing more than a few vegetables and some bread, they acted as lookouts and distractions for him while he made his profits directly from the pockets other merchants and patrons in the market.  He came to my attention when he lifted the purse and and two message scrolls from Liergess; it took us four days to track him down the first time, and another two after that before we actually caught him.  I hardly cared that the scrolls were still sealed, the money mostly unspent; the boy’s talents were far more valuable.
  
 
The reluctance of his family to let him go was short-lived in the face of the monthly stipend the boy earned as my apprentice scribe.  He learned his duties, both seen and unseen, quickly, earning his place within a year as one of the Empress' hidden hands. At first, his youth acted as his greatest cover, but as he aged his talents for deception and disguise allowed him to assume virtually any roll he needed.  While he never took much to the combat training we tried to give him, he was particularly talented with poisons, and a simple needle could be as deadly in his hands a sword in those of a soldier.  Equally prodigious was his ability to gather information; he seemed to take in even the smallest details of a scene with only a glance, and even I sometimes found myself lured into telling more than I had intended when we spoke.
 
The reluctance of his family to let him go was short-lived in the face of the monthly stipend the boy earned as my apprentice scribe.  He learned his duties, both seen and unseen, quickly, earning his place within a year as one of the Empress' hidden hands. At first, his youth acted as his greatest cover, but as he aged his talents for deception and disguise allowed him to assume virtually any roll he needed.  While he never took much to the combat training we tried to give him, he was particularly talented with poisons, and a simple needle could be as deadly in his hands a sword in those of a soldier.  Equally prodigious was his ability to gather information; he seemed to take in even the smallest details of a scene with only a glance, and even I sometimes found myself lured into telling more than I had intended when we spoke.
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I hung over him as he spoke with others of his kind, easily avoiding the eyes of his more sorcerous companions.  He traveled, his pace laboriously slow, but the sunfire at his core grew with each step.  The seventh cord broke.  My tongue twitched, and I took on a form that would not shatter his mind.  I knelt before him and stretched out my hands, giving him the box.
 
I hung over him as he spoke with others of his kind, easily avoiding the eyes of his more sorcerous companions.  He traveled, his pace laboriously slow, but the sunfire at his core grew with each step.  The seventh cord broke.  My tongue twitched, and I took on a form that would not shatter his mind.  I knelt before him and stretched out my hands, giving him the box.
  
He removed the lid and saw its contents.  The eighth cord broke.  He removed [[Lun Kuai's Letter|a letter]] written in the old tongue, seemingly unable to decipher its words, until he reached its very end.  Then he looked at me, and with measured precision said, “You have served well.  Return to Malfeas and your duty is ended.”
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He removed the lid and saw its contents.  The eighth cord broke.  He removed a letter written in the old tongue, seemingly unable to decipher its words, until he reached its very end.  Then he looked at me, and with measured precision said, “You have served well.  Return to Malfeas and your duty is ended.”
  
Creation twisted around me and spat me back into the world-body of the First.  As soon as the green light washed over me, the ninth cord broke, and I was free.  Free and imprisoned once again.  But no cage is eternal, and I will walk Creation again.  Whatever face he wears, I will know his smell.   
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Creation twisted around me and spat me back into the twisted body of the First.  As soon as the green light washed over me, the ninth cord broke, and I was free.  Free and imprisoned once again.  But no cage is eternal, and I will walk Creation again.  Whatever face he wears, I will know his smell.   
  
 
''-- [[Ielaaps]] , The Rot at the Core of Good Intent''
 
''-- [[Ielaaps]] , The Rot at the Core of Good Intent''

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