Your Human Personalities in and out of play have +1C.
You may ignore Followers' Honor Requirements.
Death of a Ronin - The Shadow roared from Volturnum's fallen gates, its Darkness growing and white heat rippling through the tortured air. Suddenly, arrows and tremendous breaths of wind tore apart the last of Toturi's faithful. They fought beasts with their own faces, and more than one samurai died, betrayed, on a companion's sword. Dairya plunged through the Shadow-creatures, slashing frantically across the shifting terrain. When he regained his footing, he saw nothing but carnage - and a single, grey-clad figure. "The Crane…," he cursed, throwing down his crystal weapon. Dairya reached for his katana, and the Crane did the same. Around them, the Goju's faceless minions clustered, ready to finish their assault. With a shout, Dairya drew, and his blade struck flesh. Yet he felt no pain. His blow had not been returned. The Crane stood, bleeding, as he watched the Shadow close around the ronin. It swirled and howled, eager to consume Dairya's soul and wipe his face as empty as the sky. With a smile, the old Crane died, and the waiting Darkness swallowed the ronin's shout of betrayal and fury.