THUNDER! LIGHTNING!

RAIN! MORE RAAAAAAAAIN!

A vicious rain storm rattled all of Mutiny Inn, kicking open the doors right off their hinges. A mighty gust swept the dining halls, kicking up rain water, food and plate, as well as paper.

Strips of paper were torn from their plaster across the walls. They funnels and spirals around to reflect a ghostly tornado has cometh. The papers were scattered, falling on top of soup, food, wine, and onto the faces of Martial Blue Sister and Martial Red Sister.

Talismans of evil warding.

Ancient religious scriptures written in protective red ink on blessed yellow paper, the ones Taoists use to exorcist evil demons and repel ghosts.

Ominous. Most ominous.

If the rain, thunder, storm, and broken doors didn’t bother the travelers and tenants, those talismans did the job. Just as they complained of leaving and braving the storm to get the full out, the staff at Mutiny Inn ran around like chickens with their heads cut off to quell the chaos.

Especially for the fallen doors. They tried to pick them back up to repair the gap in the inn’s defenses against the storm, but the cold bitter winds mad it impossible...that or ‘something’ shoved them aside.

“G-GHOST! IT’S A GHOST” a patron screamed out!

Bloody footsteps appeared.

They moved from the porch outside in the rain, over the wooden threshold, and continued to march it’s way INSIDE Mutiny Inn. The ghost weaved through the dining hall of Mutiny Inn, avoiding the lines of water falling from the hole in the tiled rooftops.

Every time the ghost swerved towards groups of people, they jump off their feet to hide on top of chairs, tables, even dangle from the wooden chandeliers above them!

This ghost seem to have a purpose. It went straight for Martial Blue Sister and Martial Red Sister.

Rather, it was heading towards the bathchamber!

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Was it really a ghost? Or an invisible foe? There was one way to find out, and Moon Tavern will prove it – by choosing VIOLENCE!

Martial Blue Sister used her [Azure Dragon’s Flowing Water] power to launch a trail of rain water from the leaking roof with a swinging slap. This move was called <>, a technique to launch water particles at high speed with the power and precision of an arrow.

The spray of water she lashed out had enough kinetic force to cut through steel plate armour and tear open a soldier’s chest like a blooming spider-lily.

Unfortunately the attack ‘phased’ through the intruder and ended up pelting holes in the inn walls.

Martial Red Sister shoved her companion aside. Time for the seasoned veteran to take over! She was a cultivator of a magical ability known as [32 Morphing Skills]. She specialized in <>, where she can use her inner mana to shapeshift her body into a variety of fierce animals!

She started off lunging as a red sawfish, hacking through the target! Then she somersaulted into a red hawk to slash from behind with its salmon splitting talons. To finish off, she drop down to morph into a great red ape and slugged at the intruder with a flurry of blows!

Much to her chagrin, none of her attacks landed. Even if every blow she dealt was charged with enough magical energy to bypass basic mystical barriers and defenses.

Was this intruder that powerful? Or an actual ghost!?

The blood footsteps continued to the bathchamber, unhindered.

Desperate, Moon Tavern would kick and throw furniture around to try and stop the blood steps from moving forward. That didn’t work either!

Just when they can’t think of any other ways to stop such a powerful ghost, they decided to...oh. They stopped!

The bloody footsteps came to an abrupt halt about 5 paces from the door of the bathchamber. Moon Tavern waited, poised to strike, in case this silence was a feint to throw them off.

Several flashing lightning and roaring thunderbolts later...the two quickly rush to the door.

“Lady Peony! We need to leave, right now! Please dress up and...” Martial Blue Sister trailed off when she heard nothing but silence. She pounded at the door, calling out Lady Peony’s name.

Impatient, Martial Red Sister just turned her one arm into a large crab claw and smash a hole through the door to speed things up. “Naked or not you’re coming with....Lady Peony?”

Empty.

The bathchamber was empty.

Lady Peony was no where to be seen. Even any evidence of dirty clothing or discarded shoes, gone.

The bathtub was full, near the brim. Maybe Lady Peony is hiding inside!

But...Martial Blue Sister had trouble accepting the fact – the bath tub was red as the bloody footsteps.