#irori

Because apparently they got married or something.

<< Irori >>

Recently our friends over at Paizo sent us a little sneak peek of their upcoming "Pathfinder 2e Lost Omens: Tian Xia World Guide" and we made a video!

We've hit the halfway point of the cleric builds, so it's only fitting that the cleric of Irori stands in the balance. Check out this build that the Master of Masters would approve of:

The cleric of Irori seeks peak perfection, both mentally and physically. They have a base speed of 40ft, powerful fists with Gorilla Stance, can augment their offence with harm once they get into the thick of things, and are absolute monsters at tripping, grappling and disarming, especially with Athletic Rush. While a little more fragile than some of the other frontline clerics we've seen so far, they're still a powerful skirmishing debuffer.

Sunken Hearth at Teahouse (Hakone, Kanagawa Prefecture, Japan)

The Amazake-chaya Teahouse has retained its charm dating back to the early 1600s. The entrance still has the hard earthen floor where wooden tables and chairs are made available for guests.

Farther back are the more traditional woven straw tatami mats where guests sit on the mats and enjoy their drinks and food on knee-high tables.

The centerpiece of the interior is the irori (open sunken hearth), which has a unique figure-8 shape (typical irori are square or rectangular) surrounded by beautiful hardwood flooring.

In this shot, you can also see the jizaikagi—a contraption that includes a pothook attached to a rope that runs through a bamboo pole and extends up to the ceiling timber directly over the irori. The height of the pothook can be changed to adjust the temperature of the food or liquid in the pot.

Irori were common in the main living room of traditional Japanese homes where wood, charcoal, or even coal was burned. Upper-class homes would have had an additional irori in the tea ceremony room where smokeless charcoal was used.

Irori also provided homes with some lighting at night, heat for the main room, and could be used to dry wet laundry, cook food, boil water, and to dry fish and fruit.

Smoke from the irori, specifically the tar in the smoke, was also an essential component for preserving the structural integrity of thatched-roof buildings. While the heat from the irori drew moisture from the building’s timbers and thatched roof to prevent rot and mold, the tar from the smoke would coat and permeate the wooden beams and underside of the thatched roof helping to further prevent mold and rot, and was especially effective at repelling pests, and added an extra layer of waterproofing against rain and snow.

Around her fifth month or so, Akiko started babbling. “You’re right,” Sukuna would tell her while she made her funny sounds, comfortable and cozy in Moriko’s arms or in his own. “Well said, dear daughter.” Sometimes he would say instead: “Perhaps. Let me think about it.” Or: “Are you sure? I see. I shall tell your mother, then.” And also: “No, not boiled. Roasted.” “Beloved,” Moriko laughed that day, “what are you telling her?” “How I would eat her, of course.” He held her high, admiring her, while the little one giggled. “Yes, fat and round enough. We shall have a feast tonight, Moriko!” But when he moved her close to his face, his smile was soft, his eyes even more so, and Akiko touched his deformation and tattoos without fear, still laughing merrily.

Another gorgeous comic commission made by @seihar, based on my fic Irori! This time, the focus is on parenthood, Sukuna's early views on it, tinted by secret fear, then the realization he truly wants it with Moriko, and finally being blessed with his daughter 😌❤️