Has anyone seen my identity?

Closest match: Raphanus sativus genome assembly, chromosome: 4 Common name: Radish

A private message from Lazaro.

I'd like to speak with you in private. Through the lenses, if possible.

He looked at it for a long moment. He gave a quick warning to Satoru and Greasefang that Lazaro needed to speak with him before he ducked out of earshot, fumbled for his lens, and waited for Lazaro.

Hello, Arturo.

"Hello, beloved," Arturo replied. "Has something happened?"

Yes. It's Koda.

"Koda? Is he alright?"

He is… recovering. He went into the House after one of his younglings was thrown in there.

"The House? He went into the House?"

He is at the orphanage last I knew.

"Is he injured?"

Some mild injuries, yes. But he is changed, according to what Cecurro told me.

"So that's where he's been running off to… I will have to thank him when I see him next. But this change… Koda's… Oni-ness?"

I believe so.

"We should visit him. I am not that far from the omenpath -"

He wishes to be alone, Arturo. He… Fears what he is becoming, and he needs time to adjust.

"All the more reason why we should be with him. We can give him guidance."

I know. When the time is right, I will go to him.

"Hm. He is self-destructive. I worry for him."

As do I. But he knows we are here for him. I reminded him of such before he even went inside.

"Good."

How fares Innistrad?

The first suitor party for proposals to Koda Hayashi, Lord and Head of Clan Hayashi, Boss of the Dokuchi Reckoners, and First-Rank Kami Priest, has been arranged. Further suitor parties (of which there will be at least two more) will be arranged at a later time.

In addition to vegan catering done by Old Lady Hanako's, there will be four tables near the entrance featuring cheeses from a variety of planes with a variety of sources. All will be marked clearly with allergen information.

Entertainment for the day includes performances by artists such as Viridian of Xerex.

Formal wear required, it's up to you what that qualifies as given your home plane or individual faction of your home plane. If your home plane or faction within your home plane does not have formal wear, please arrive early and ask for Oak-Paw, then do what she tells you in order to get proper measurements.

Please make sure that you bring all pieces of your physical being and all members of your (optional) entourage with you when you leave.

Important information to know about me going in:

I am, first and foremost, the boss of the Dokuchi Reckoners, a criminal gang dedicated to the protection of our turf and people with a secondary focus on bringing more nature back into Towashi. If you are unfamiliar with Reckoner gangs, please refer to Appendix A section 1, "Reckoner Gangs of Kamigawa" for further information.

I, along with a few other members of my adopted family, run an orphanage in Towashi's Undercity. I have no desire to move and I will not be giving up this duty. The orphan kids are some of the most important people to me and if you're going to marry me you'd better be okay with kids.

I am also a first-ranked kami priest and put a lot of emphasis on the respect of the kami, no matter which kami they are and what they represent. If you are unfamiliar with the kami and the faith of Kamigawa, please refer to Appendix A section 3, "Kami, Oni, and the Kakuriyo" for further information.

I am the head of Clan Hayashi, but currently my regent is my cousin, Calisto Vazante of Torrezon. I reserve the right to beat your ass if you're rude to him.

I am a gay and transgender man. I am attracted to other men and men-adjacent beings. I have completed a physical/medical transition. Please refer to Appendix B for a summary of genders and sexual/romantic orientations.

As expected in Kamigawa, I am polyamorous and expect an open relationship. Communication is key and I expect to keep it clear. Please refer to the latter portions of Appendix B for further information.

I am half-human and half-oni, and as far as we know, I am the only one. My biological father is an oni, my biological mother was a human. (Shoutout to my dead mom, bravest monsterfucker Kamigawa ever saw.) Please refer to Appendix A section 3, "Kami, Oni, and the Kakuriyo" for further information.

In addition to my biological parents, I also have several adopted parents. Lethaltooth and Silentsign are my nezumi parents, and they run the orphanage that I assist with. They did most of the work for raising me. Shigeki is my orochi father figure and the leader of the Order of Jukai. And Arturo Vazante of the Legion of Dusk and Lazaro Ayere of the Church of Dusk are my vampire fathers. If you have any issues with any part of those parents, save us both the trouble and don't show up.

I also reserve the right to beat the ass of anyone who takes issue with the allies of myself or the Dokuchi Reckoners.

Basic information regarding Kamigawan suitor parties and marriages for those unfamiliar can be found at the linked posts, and further information can be found in any Living Historian library in Kamigawa or on their various websites and online presences.

Available buttons to wear will be available at the entrance to announce your intentions:

I'm just here for the cheese

I'm here to get money and power

I want Koda Hayashi

I'm just here to steal from rich people

I want someone adjacent to Koda Hayashi: (with a blank to write the name)

I'm here to support someone who wants Koda Hayashi

I am Koda Hayashi

I'm just hoping for a fight

I'm here to pick up declined suitors

I'm here to perform and entertain

I'm here to work

I'm gonna be there.

- Nobody

As a proposal or just there for the party? Because if you're just there for the party, we can raid the cheese table. I do not intend to wander far from it.

She takes a sip and types a message to her girlfriend

"Good morning Leta, I was wondering if you'd wanna go out again sometime soon maybe? I miss you." She leaves it in the textbox, unsent.

What the fuck am I supposed to do? Blackmail people asexually?

Gorgia was small and inland, or at least as far inland as one could get on Skathos. The trio – Menea, Malkonia, and Mavren – were approaching from the north, which was not a common way to visit the town – its disconnected port was off to the southeast behind a rather tall treeline, and Mavren could see the Omenpath to the south from the hills they were coming down. As such, the city was laid out as though someone would approach from the south side of the island. Menea had already informed him that the north part of the island past her sister’s lair was near-untouched wilderness, a reflection of the wild nature of inland Theros.

Snake iconography was prominent throughout Gorgia. The homes were made of stone and had tiled roofs, usually only a single story tall and organized on a grid. A handful were two stories tall, but none were larger than what seemed to be a temple to Pharika at the north end of the village. There was a large, open agora in the center of the town where people mingled and spoke and relaxed. At the south side of town was what seemed to be a bunch of stone steps that served as an open-air theater, in the perfect position to see the Omenpath. Three bloodletters, all petrified, stood by the Omenpath like a disturbing, ever-stationary honor guard.

Most of the population was made of humans, less than a quarter were tritons, and there were a handful of other Therosian races who apparently washed up on the shore or stayed when they came in with merchant vessels. Practically every person living in Gorgia incorporated snake iconography into their clothing in some way, typically in the form of brooches holding their chitons or peplos in place. However, Mavren noticed that there were no other gorgons besides Menea and Malkonia, and no sirens like Aoidi.

Menea was unconcerned with the Omenpath, because her sister had proven her ability to petrify and destroy whatever made its way out. Nor was she concerned about trading for things they would need for the journey, as she had pulled ten large amphoras of honey from her stores; as the only beekeeper on the island, honey was something she could always leverage as trading material in the town if being the Champion of Pharika somehow wasn’t enough. Her focus was, instead, on her niece and on Mavren as she led them through the town and helped them orient themselves to the grid layout of the streets.

Their first stop was a building full of seamstresses who seemed to be talking about simply the hottest gossip, because Mavren needed more clothes for travel – namely perizomata and a himation for travel to protect him from shriveling up like a damn raisin and cover his wings – and Menea had two large amphoras’ worth of honey to trade in exchange. Menea ended up joining the gossip circle as one of the seamstresses helped Malkonia and another who seemed a bit out of place came to assist Mavren.

Gorgia was small and inland, or at least as far inland as one could get on Skathos. The trio – Menea, Malkonia, and Mavren – were approaching from the north, which was not a common way to visit the town – its disconnected port was off to the southeast behind a rather tall treeline, and Mavren could see the Omenpath to the south from the hills they were coming down. As such, the city was laid out as though someone would approach from the south side of the island. Menea had already informed him that the north part of the island past her sister’s lair was near-untouched wilderness, a reflection of the wild nature of inland Theros.

Snake iconography was prominent throughout Gorgia. The homes were made of stone and had tiled roofs, usually only a single story tall and organized on a grid. A handful were two stories tall, but none were larger than what seemed to be a temple to Pharika at the north end of the village. There was a large, open agora in the center of the town where people mingled and spoke and relaxed. At the south side of town was what seemed to be a bunch of stone steps that served as an open-air theater, in the perfect position to see the Omenpath. Three bloodletters, all petrified, stood by the Omenpath like a disturbing, ever-stationary honor guard.

Most of the population was made of humans, less than a quarter were tritons, and there were a handful of other Therosian races who apparently washed up on the shore or stayed when they came in with merchant vessels. Practically every person living in Gorgia incorporated snake iconography into their clothing in some way, typically in the form of brooches holding their chitons or peplos in place. However, Mavren noticed that there were no other gorgons besides Menea and Malkonia, and no sirens like Aoidi.

Menea was unconcerned with the Omenpath, because her sister had proven her ability to petrify and destroy whatever made its way out. Nor was she concerned about trading for things they would need for the journey, as she had pulled ten large amphoras of honey from her stores; as the only beekeeper on the island, honey was something she could always leverage as trading material in the town if being the Champion of Pharika somehow wasn’t enough. Her focus was, instead, on her niece and on Mavren as she led them through the town and helped them orient themselves to the grid layout of the streets.

Their first stop was a building full of seamstresses who seemed to be talking about simply the hottest gossip, because Mavren needed more clothes for travel – namely perizomata and a himation for travel to protect him from shriveling up like a damn raisin and cover his wings – and Menea had two large amphoras’ worth of honey to trade in exchange. Menea ended up joining the gossip circle as one of the seamstresses helped Malkonia and another who seemed a bit out of place came to assist Mavren.

Gorgia was small and inland, or at least as far inland as one could get on Skathos. The trio – Menea, Malkonia, and Mavren – were approaching from the north, which was not a common way to visit the town – its disconnected port was off to the southeast behind a rather tall treeline, and Mavren could see the Omenpath to the south from the hills they were coming down. As such, the city was laid out as though someone would approach from the south side of the island. Menea had already informed him that the north part of the island past her sister’s lair was near-untouched wilderness, a reflection of the wild nature of inland Theros.

Snake iconography was prominent throughout Gorgia. The homes were made of stone and had tiled roofs, usually only a single story tall and organized on a grid. A handful were two stories tall, but none were larger than what seemed to be a temple to Pharika at the north end of the village. There was a large, open agora in the center of the town where people mingled and spoke and relaxed. At the south side of town was what seemed to be a bunch of stone steps that served as an open-air theater, in the perfect position to see the Omenpath. Three bloodletters, all petrified, stood by the Omenpath like a disturbing, ever-stationary honor guard.

Most of the population was made of humans, less than a quarter were tritons, and there were a handful of other Therosian races who apparently washed up on the shore or stayed when they came in with merchant vessels. Practically every person living in Gorgia incorporated snake iconography into their clothing in some way, typically in the form of brooches holding their chitons or peplos in place. However, Mavren noticed that there were no other gorgons besides Menea and Malkonia, and no sirens like Aoidi.

Menea was unconcerned with the Omenpath, because her sister had proven her ability to petrify and destroy whatever made its way out. Nor was she concerned about trading for things they would need for the journey, as she had pulled ten large amphoras of honey from her stores; as the only beekeeper on the island, honey was something she could always leverage as trading material in the town if being the Champion of Pharika somehow wasn’t enough. Her focus was, instead, on her niece and on Mavren as she led them through the town and helped them orient themselves to the grid layout of the streets.

Their first stop was a building full of seamstresses who seemed to be talking about simply the hottest gossip, because Mavren needed more clothes for travel – namely perizomata and a himation for travel to protect him from shriveling up like a damn raisin and cover his wings – and Menea had two large amphoras’ worth of honey to trade in exchange. Menea ended up joining the gossip circle as one of the seamstresses helped Malkonia and another who seemed a bit out of place came to assist Mavren.

Aurai - nymphai of cooling breezes Lampades - nymphai who bear torches in the underworld, assisting in guiding the dead Nephelai - nymphai of the clouds Oreiades - nymphai of the mountains

Dryades - nymphai of trees and forests, often manifest primarily in sacred groves of the gods but can really appear from any tree Hamadryades - nymphai specifically of oak trees, a subtype of dryades Meliai - nymphai of honey, bees, and honeydew (better known here as manna); this is also used for nymphai of specifically mountain ash

Alseides - nymphai of meadows who protect flocks Anthousai - nymphai of flowers Boukolai aka epimeliades aka meliades - nymphs of highland pastures who protect flocks Leimenides - nymphai of water-meadows, the very lush pastures with thick grass

Haliai - nymphai of the sea, sands, and rocky shores, often in charge of marine creatures Krenaiai - nymphai of wells and fountains, a subtype of naiades Limnatides - nymphai of lakes, a subtype of naiades Naiades - nymphai of sources of fresh water Nereides - fifty specific haliai of great power Okeanides - nymphai of the oceans and seas Pegaiai - nymphai of springs, a subtype of naiades Potameidies - nymphai of rivers, a subtype of naiades

Gorgia was small and inland, or at least as far inland as one could get on Skathos. The trio – Menea, Malkonia, and Mavren – were approaching from the north, which was not a common way to visit the town – its disconnected port was off to the southeast behind a rather tall treeline, and Mavren could see the Omenpath to the south from the hills they were coming down. As such, the city was laid out as though someone would approach from the south side of the island. Menea had already informed him that the north part of the island past her sister’s lair was near-untouched wilderness, a reflection of the wild nature of inland Theros.

Snake iconography was prominent throughout Gorgia. The homes were made of stone and had tiled roofs, usually only a single story tall and organized on a grid. A handful were two stories tall, but none were larger than what seemed to be a temple to Pharika at the north end of the village. There was a large, open agora in the center of the town where people mingled and spoke and relaxed. At the south side of town was what seemed to be a bunch of stone steps that served as an open-air theater, in the perfect position to see the Omenpath. Three bloodletters, all petrified, stood by the Omenpath like a disturbing, ever-stationary honor guard.

Most of the population was made of humans, less than a quarter were tritons, and there were a handful of other Therosian races who apparently washed up on the shore or stayed when they came in with merchant vessels. Practically every person living in Gorgia incorporated snake iconography into their clothing in some way, typically in the form of brooches holding their chitons or peplos in place. However, Mavren noticed that there were no other gorgons besides Menea and Malkonia, and no sirens like Aoidi.

Menea was unconcerned with the Omenpath, because her sister had proven her ability to petrify and destroy whatever made its way out. Nor was she concerned about trading for things they would need for the journey, as she had pulled ten large amphoras of honey from her stores; as the only beekeeper on the island, honey was something she could always leverage as trading material in the town if being the Champion of Pharika somehow wasn’t enough. Her focus was, instead, on her niece and on Mavren as she led them through the town and helped them orient themselves to the grid layout of the streets.

Their first stop was a building full of seamstresses who seemed to be talking about simply the hottest gossip, because Mavren needed more clothes for travel – namely perizomata and a himation for travel to protect him from shriveling up like a damn raisin and cover his wings – and Menea had two large amphoras’ worth of honey to trade in exchange. Menea ended up joining the gossip circle as one of the seamstresses helped Malkonia and another who seemed a bit out of place came to assist Mavren.

Gorgia was small and inland, or at least as far inland as one could get on Skathos. The trio – Menea, Malkonia, and Mavren – were approaching from the north, which was not a common way to visit the town – its disconnected port was off to the southeast behind a rather tall treeline, and Mavren could see the Omenpath to the south from the hills they were coming down. As such, the city was laid out as though someone would approach from the south side of the island. Menea had already informed him that the north part of the island past her sister’s lair was near-untouched wilderness, a reflection of the wild nature of inland Theros.

Snake iconography was prominent throughout Gorgia. The homes were made of stone and had tiled roofs, usually only a single story tall and organized on a grid. A handful were two stories tall, but none were larger than what seemed to be a temple to Pharika at the north end of the village. There was a large, open agora in the center of the town where people mingled and spoke and relaxed. At the south side of town was what seemed to be a bunch of stone steps that served as an open-air theater, in the perfect position to see the Omenpath. Three bloodletters, all petrified, stood by the Omenpath like a disturbing, ever-stationary honor guard.

Most of the population was made of humans, less than a quarter were tritons, and there were a handful of other Therosian races who apparently washed up on the shore or stayed when they came in with merchant vessels. Practically every person living in Gorgia incorporated snake iconography into their clothing in some way, typically in the form of brooches holding their chitons or peplos in place. However, Mavren noticed that there were no other gorgons besides Menea and Malkonia, and no sirens like Aoidi.

Menea was unconcerned with the Omenpath, because her sister had proven her ability to petrify and destroy whatever made its way out. Nor was she concerned about trading for things they would need for the journey, as she had pulled ten large amphoras of honey from her stores; as the only beekeeper on the island, honey was something she could always leverage as trading material in the town if being the Champion of Pharika somehow wasn’t enough. Her focus was, instead, on her niece and on Mavren as she led them through the town and helped them orient themselves to the grid layout of the streets.

Their first stop was a building full of seamstresses who seemed to be talking about simply the hottest gossip, because Mavren needed more clothes for travel – namely perizomata and a himation for travel to protect him from shriveling up like a damn raisin and cover his wings – and Menea had two large amphoras’ worth of honey to trade in exchange. Menea ended up joining the gossip circle as one of the seamstresses helped Malkonia and another who seemed a bit out of place came to assist Mavren.

Gorgia was small and inland, or at least as far inland as one could get on Skathos. The trio – Menea, Malkonia, and Mavren – were approaching from the north, which was not a common way to visit the town – its disconnected port was off to the southeast behind a rather tall treeline, and Mavren could see the Omenpath to the south from the hills they were coming down. As such, the city was laid out as though someone would approach from the south side of the island. Menea had already informed him that the north part of the island past her sister’s lair was near-untouched wilderness, a reflection of the wild nature of inland Theros.

Snake iconography was prominent throughout Gorgia. The homes were made of stone and had tiled roofs, usually only a single story tall and organized on a grid. A handful were two stories tall, but none were larger than what seemed to be a temple to Pharika at the north end of the village. There was a large, open agora in the center of the town where people mingled and spoke and relaxed. At the south side of town was what seemed to be a bunch of stone steps that served as an open-air theater, in the perfect position to see the Omenpath. Three bloodletters, all petrified, stood by the Omenpath like a disturbing, ever-stationary honor guard.

Most of the population was made of humans, less than a quarter were tritons, and there were a handful of other Therosian races who apparently washed up on the shore or stayed when they came in with merchant vessels. Practically every person living in Gorgia incorporated snake iconography into their clothing in some way, typically in the form of brooches holding their chitons or peplos in place. However, Mavren noticed that there were no other gorgons besides Menea and Malkonia, and no sirens like Aoidi.

Menea was unconcerned with the Omenpath, because her sister had proven her ability to petrify and destroy whatever made its way out. Nor was she concerned about trading for things they would need for the journey, as she had pulled ten large amphoras of honey from her stores; as the only beekeeper on the island, honey was something she could always leverage as trading material in the town if being the Champion of Pharika somehow wasn’t enough. Her focus was, instead, on her niece and on Mavren as she led them through the town and helped them orient themselves to the grid layout of the streets.

Their first stop was a building full of seamstresses who seemed to be talking about simply the hottest gossip, because Mavren needed more clothes for travel – namely perizomata and a himation for travel to protect him from shriveling up like a damn raisin and cover his wings – and Menea had two large amphoras’ worth of honey to trade in exchange. Menea ended up joining the gossip circle as one of the seamstresses helped Malkonia and another who seemed a bit out of place came to assist Mavren.