lmao, sounds fun, were those your first spins or second spins?

and you know for 'genre' you are allowed three spins?

All but meeting friends was my first spins, and I did three spins for the genre, but I got romance and political. Pus, I think I only need slasher for this one XD I have a great idea for it.

ohh...oh dear lmao

What I drew...

Main Character: Your Choice (chose dragon) (second spin)
What you are doing: Seeking Revenge (second spin, first was another "your choice")
Time period: 1861-1865 American Civil War (first spin)
Starting point: Forest/Riverside (6th? Kept getting these two over and over)
Themes: Adventure, suspense, drama

Okay, time for the story. *begins writing*

My claws curl around the topmost rocks on my mountain peak, sleek with a sharp shine shimmering in the shadows of the storm clouds above. My long body wraps around a large boulder, snakelike and swift. My powerful wings sit atop my shoulder blades, one folded, one extended and draped over the large boulder. My back legs tuck under my coiled tail, with the fin at the end of it all spread out. Splayed to show off the piercing cobra eyes on their webbing.
I let my long muzzle rest in the crook of two big rocks, and flick my slit tongue. Blazing orange eyes scanning the scene below, oblivious to my presence. They are destroying my land. Ever since they settled here I have been cooped up in my mountain. I admired their love for each other and hard work, but now they were fighting. I let the low rumble in my long throat grow, I would have my revenge.

I want to reclaim my land, show these humans what they get when they littler my yard with bloodied bodies and hate. The men were shouting, their weapons clashed. Their guns and cannons rang out in loud bangs. After all these years of hiding, I lift myself from my perch with one mighty beat of my wings. Bellowing a raspy roar as I blow icy fire into the darkened sky.
The heat from my flames summons lightning to my breath. The cold clouds melt and thunderous rain soaks the battlefield. I flick my ears at the sound of fearful screams, the men take cover as I dive toward them. Heavily experienced in aerial acrobatics, I twist my long, slender, flexible body in a corkscrew motion, blowing a swirl of fire around myself as I sweep the sea of shrieking men.
"THIS IS YOUR PAYMENT FOR THE BLOOD YOU HAVE SHED, THE BLOOD OF YOUR BROTHERS AND SONS!" I let my voice pound over the land, bouncing off the hills and mountains in the valley. Blinding the warriors in fear and remorse. I take another dive over the front, spreading my wings just before crashing into the ground. Rocketing forward as a streak of flames. The river beside the front glows golden, reflecting my ever-living fire. I see men fleeing to it.
"YOU CANNOT ESCAPE YOUR FATE!' I bellow, setting the neighboring woods ablaze. Scorched bodies fall and with one sweep of my powerful tail, I send them floating down the river. I lit a ring of thick, lapping flames around the armies, closing it in as I swoop lightning fast in rings. Belching fire as I do so. I did not stop till nothing remained. Perching on my mountain, I roared in a furious victory. My black body shone red and orange from the flames I wore.
I spread my wings for the lightning to strike, re-charging my heat and energy. My eyes flashed blue with every shock against the murky sky of rain and smoke. The ground sizzled black as it was melting, yet soggy from the storm. The aromas of burning, blood, death, and rain opened my nostrils. The river was full of soaking corpses, floating to spread the news to their Southern survivors and non-witnesses. They were hardly bodies anymore, more or less charred flesh strapped with bits of steel.
I used to be patient, forgiving, and thoughtful. But at the taste of war my heart caught fire. I dropped from my perch to swallow the bodies cooked alive. Belly full of victory, I slithered on my swift feet to the northern side who would otherwise fail to know the contents that attack held. I slithered with my wings spread, held low to the ground. I breathed sparks, spotted my path with ash and coals.
The grim smirk that sat upon my rows of gleaming fangs met the first towns in the North.
"YOU! YOU STARTED THIS WAR DID YOU NOT? I DON'T CARE WHAT THE CAUSE WAS, YOU SHALL BURN! YOU LITERED MY HOME WITH BLOOD, SO I SHALL DO THE SAME TO YOU!" I took off into the whistling winds and twisted my body in flight, lighting on fire house after house, building after building. I lifted loose objects into the air with heavy wing beats, creating chaos.

Nothing lived, nothing went unburned, the sky was smoky for many years to come. Soot and ash carpeted earth. Soot and ash spotted with my footprints. As my wise mind cooled, I came to a conclusion. Fighting is never the answer, no matter what. It feels good to win, but to much strength in the anger of one's hands leads to the most sullen victory. Alone this victor will walk, endlessly, in a charred world. And he will have to live this way knowing the cause was none other than himself.

(sorry it is short, I hope it is okay)

edit: all are first spins unless noted

1. Main Character: angel
2. What is happening: your choice (being chased, preferably by a necromancer, I kinda assumed "your choice" included the 2nd character in that kinda plot)
3. Era: your choice (most likely 19th century, more like 20th century, assuming the world's a peace rofl)
4. Location: catacombs
5. Theme: thriller, paranoid, or horror (will probably go with horror, might sound like thriller, I don't have experience with either)
5b. Theme, second spin set: religious, adventure, or satire (it sounds religious but only because I'm approaching it from that vantage point)

Yay for leeway? lol.

Only input for the wheels is that it took a bit of time for me to load the page, maybe it's my internet.

Anyways, I'll come up with something sometime. Kinda undecided with themes, will have to mull over what to write for a bit.

notes:
-might be a relatively recent time period.
-The main character will be a tour guide for the catacombs. I'm not sure when they started the tour guide business either lol, but I got the idea from people touring the catacombs both legally (I've been through one when I was young, catacomb tourist traps aren't that amazing) and illegally (the super creep ones).
-currently up to ~1200 words

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^{evil
__________don't go in THERE
Sinner______________
_____forbidden
trespasser
____________Forgive him
nEvER}

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"Argh!"

Mikail found himself in a cold sweat when he woke up. Startled from the voices from his dreams, he sat up, wiping the sweat with his arm. "Ah...ergh..."

He looked at his simple room from his plain cotton sheets. It was relatively empty, hardly any furniture to call it home. On the table was just a bowl of fruit. He could look to the cupboards next to a sink, and know that there's only a few plates for himself. The walls weren't even wallpapered. His life was rather lonesome, and he didn't expect it to get any better.

But it was alright.

His bed was next to the window. His room was on a second story of a simple complex, but it had a nice view of the nearby basilica. The morning light gleamed past the stone-white dome roof of the basilica, crossing into his room and across his bed, warming the sheets. Mikail sighed, almost relieved that he lived close by. As if he were protected by the basilica and the rays of light every day, so long as he lived in his run-down room.

"...If only I could pray for good dreams for the rest of my life," he muttered quietly.

The bells of the basilica started to ring. Nine loud bell tones reverberated through the town to come to mass. Mikail slid to the edge of his bed and got up. He woke up a little later than usual, but it wouldn't stop him from going to church. It was Sunday, after all.

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"Mass has ended, let us go in peace."

Large groups of people exited the basilica after the nine o'clock mass, both townsfolk and tourists. Mikail waited in his pew as the large group exited.

"Hey, Mikail! You were late today!" A young man called over to Mikail, walking over to his pew from the other side of the row of pews. "Don't think I didn't notice, haha."

"Gabe, half the people that came today were tourists, they don't care, nor do I, if I'm late," Mikail chuckled. "Good morning, by the way."

"Good morning," Gabe replied amicably. He took a seat next to Mikail. "How are things with you? Making enough business?"

"If by business you mean tours, sure." Mikail yawned. "So long as the catacombs and the basilica are open, we'll have tourists, and so long as the town has tourists, there will be a job for you and I. Are you worried or something?"

Gabe stretched his arms out on the back of the pew and leaned his head back, looking up at the arches and high ceiling of the basilica. "Yeah...I guess." He tilted his head towards the entrance, watching the hoards of people leave. "It's just that...more tourists recently aren't satisfied with the same old route. Saying that it's not as "spooky" or whatever as they thought," Gabe groaned, flicking his hands up slightly to make quotation marks with his fingers. "They keep asking me to take them "deeper" or to do night tours...or both."

"Well, that's tough for them," Mikail said with a slight smile. "The tourists get what they ask, no?" He leaned his head back on the pew, admiring the architecture of the basilica's columns and roof. "If we dare take them any farther...if WE even dared to go into the other parts of the catacombs, that's just asking to get hurt."

"Asking for what, did you say?"

"WOAH!" Gabe shot his head forward, sitting straight up and folding his hands back into his lap. "H-hello, Father Luke! You scared us," Gabe laughed nervously.

Mikail also sat up and looked over. At the end of the pew was Father Luke, the priest who conducted the mass for the morning. "Good morning, Father Luke," Mikail greeted with a smile.

Father Luke smiled warmly, with no intent to reprimand Gabe or Mikail for seeming to be lazy within the basilica. He always looked like a model for priests, someone kind and polite and approachable. "I trust that you two are doing well, both in work and in health?"

"Yep," both Gabe and Mikail replied. "Well," Gabe continued, "the tourists want to go into the darker places of the catacombs, Father, and you know how that goes."

"Ah..." The priest folded his arms and nodded. "That is quite a predicament, isn't it?"

"Yeah..." While Gabe rested his head back over the pew, Mikail looked over at Father Luke. Appearance-wise, Mikail and Gabe looked rather youthful and fit as anyone in their late twenties did...but Father Luke looked just as young as they were. Father Luke looked that way for the longest time, from the day he came to the town as a young priest in Mikail and Gabe's childhood until when the two became adults. It wasn't uncommon for the priest to attract women's attention, both tourists and townsfolk, when he greeted everyone after mass and on his own time. That was probably one of the town's mysteries, how Father Luke managed to look so young...

"Mikail? What are you looking at?"

"Huh?" Mikail looked over at Gabe, who frowned back at Mikail.

"Geez, don't space out. It's rude to stare," Gabe snickered. Father Luke only smiled his typical smile, but probably was aware that Mikail was staring right at him. "Anyways," Gabe said, "if business goes bad, we might have to cave in and start some backdoor tours..."

"Maybe you," Mikail said with a glare. "I don't think I'd want to do that. Have you been in there before??"

"Well, my friends," Father Luke interjected, "I will have to go outside now and greet everyone. Be safe, I'll pray for you both."

"Geez, Father, it's not like we're gonna die when we go there," Gabe laughed.

"Yeah, don't say it like that, Father, we'll be alright," Mikail said, laughing softly. "Thank you though."

"Have a blessed week, Gabriel, Mikail." Father Luke gave a nod to the two and walked to the exit to meet and greet the others.

"Well, Mikail, I gotta get going too." Gabe stood up from the pew and stretched. "Good luck with the tours, okay? I'll let you know if anything comes up...I'll probably do some backdoor route searching later, so at least I know where it's safe."

"Don't get hurt out there, get back in one piece," Mikail laughed. "May God protect you while you're on your trips."

"Will do." Gabe walked out of the pew, but turned his head back for a bit. "Oh, hey, one of the tourists in one of my groups said she heard that God can't protect anyone in the catacombs because he can't enter them. Something about it not being holy in there."

"That's just some superstition, Gabe," Mikail said, arching a brow. "You know better. Don't get so spooked so easily."

"Yeah...spooked, heh." Gabe scratched his head, looking at the altar in the basilica, then out the doors. "Alright, have a good week, Mikail."

"You too, have a good one." Mikail watched Gabe walk outside, then got up to go to the altar for himself. He knelt down, said a little prayer, praying for both him and Gabe.

"Please, keep everything the same as it is. Look after us while we go out into the catacombs this week."

After a minute or so of praying, Mikail got up and slowly made his way out the basilica, looking back at the altar for a bit before leaving.

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(Warning, past this point, apparently almost all grammatical marks were omitted because I copied from Microsoft Word to here lol. I rather not go back and add them all at this point.)

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Okay, watch your heads everyone! And watch where youre walking too, dont want to scrape yourself on the walls or rocks!

It was Monday morning, another dull morning in the town. Yet somehow, tourists from the cities afar and overseas pay money to come see the towns ancient sights. The townsfolk offered the usual flavors of antiquated European flair, from the simple looking buildings, to the small shops selling wooden wares and baubles that look like they have some homemade charm to them, to tours of the ancient basilica that soaked the daylight and the catacombs underneath.

In Mikails younger years, children used to sneak into the catacombs in groups, with rumors of treasure or challenges of sticking hands into the burial mounds. Now that Mikail was older, he became part of the towns tourist trade. In the back of his mind, he found it ironic that he roamed the catacombs as a kid with kids, and now he roams them as an adult with other adults, all with some curiosity or some complacent wish to go into an underground tunnel that played some role in history centuries ago.

Mikail walked through a decently sized tunnel carved from the dirt and rocks. The gap between the walls allowed people to walk in a single-file line with relative ease, and there were oil lamps on the walls that lit the tunnel well. These catacombs were arranged to have cavities lengthwise along the walls, where royalty could be buried with one another, Mikail rattled off, motioning to the walls with body-sized holes in them. The holes were dark, not specifically lit to show the contents inside. Ropes were also tied along the walls and across the holes to keep tourists from climbing into the burial cavities.

Are there any dead bodies in here? a tourist chirped.

Of course not, Mikail said with a laugh. Sadly, all the grave robbers rustled through each mound, and took everything, even the bones, with them! Sorry guys, nothing to see here!

The group was quiet. Mikail tried to devise jokes for his groups, but they never really worked out, since they usually werent funny.

Just kidding Mikail coughed. Anyways, most of the skeletons would have decomposed. For the ones that were left, the royal family lines that still live today excavated the remains and buried them elsewhere for safekeeping. But all in all, these catacombs are relatively empty.

It was a quiet trip through the tunnel. Tourists peeked into the holes as far as they could without climbing in as they went along, or tried to take pictures of the mounds with old fashioned cameras as Mikail reminded them of no flash photography. The group seemed to have somber faces, uninterested in the tunnel, grumbling about when lunch would be, or wishing they went to a different tour.

Mikail didnt have much to say at the end of his tour. Once they got back to the surface, he pointed them to a nearby souvenir shop. He took a break at a nearby caf, sighing in a worn-out manner. He probably was having a bad dayor a subpar group. Mikail thought to call it quits for the week, maybe to take a vacation himself.

Hey, Mr. Tour Guide. A couple of tourists from the previous group approached Mikail.

Oh, yes? Mikail snapped out of his brief daze as he noticed the tourists. They happened to be two men of a lean, athletic build.

Are thereother catacombs besides that one? one of the tourists asked.

Uhyeah, I suppose. Mikail remembered back in his childhood the different routes people could take into the catacombs. Some were narrower than others, darker than others, some with stairs to go even lower, and some that definitely had more interesting things than a plain tunnel with holes in the wall. Why?

Well The tourist scratched his head and laughed casually. We came to this town because we were looking for a sort of thrill. Like something scary. You know, like the stuff of horror films.

Mikail arched a brow. There was a reason why tourists were limited to the plain-Jane catacombs. We only have access to the catacombs that are safe to navigate. All the tours to the catacombs in the city wont be any different from mine, since the layout of the other stable catacombs are the same.

We heard that the locals might know their way around the real catacombs. You live here in town, right?

What was the tourist insinuating, thinking that the catacombs they just toured werent real? Ermyeah, but the locals arent liable for what may happen if they go into those places.

Well, we have some extra money left over. We wont give you any hassle, but can you guide us to one of those more interesting catacombs? The tourists reached into their bags for an envelope of money. We just wanted to get some inspiration for some horror films were doing back in our country.

Mikail wanted to decline, but when he peeked over, the envelope seemed to have enough for him to take his own private trip out of town. Fine. But youll have to pay upfront. He wasnt the type to do suspicious business like this, but the catacombs werent all that.

Fair enough. Also, we want to go at night. Tonight. The tourists counted out several bills of cash out of their envelopes and slid them on the table to Mikail. Tonights doable, right?

Its fine, Mikail replied, taking the money and counting it. It was definitely more than the standard fare for his regular tours.

Tonight it is! The two tourists grinned to each other. Well meet you at the entrance of the basilica. Well also have to bring cameras and some journals though, if you dont mind.

Mikail rolled his eyes. Tourists want to take pictures of the most mundane things. Alright, Ill meet you then, at 8 o clock at the basilica.

Mikail watched as the two tourists left, probably walking back to their hotel. While he knew the catacombs fairly well, maybe even more than Gabe, he still didnt like the idea of doing backdoor tours as a business. It bordered on trespassing, depending on who in the town notices, and there were still some old superstitions regarding the towns ancient history that Mikail didnt outgrow.

In theory, Mikail thought, any worries about the supernatural would just be in his head, and not real at all. All hed worry about would be physical liability, but in the years that Mikail has lived, there were no accidents in the deeper parts of the catacombs as of yet. These were all very good chances for extra money, Mikail thought to himself. He tried not to mull over it any further, since he already made the deal with the tourists, but little hints of worry stirred inside him.

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It was quite awhile after the sun set upon the towns horizon. As the basilicas bells rung with their ancient belltones eight times, Mikael waited next to one of the columns. He had with him a sack, filled with necessities for the night excursion.

Lamp...oilextra oilsome bread and water Mikael whispered to himself, tapping his fingers as he listed off his supplies.

A flash of light flickered nearby. Mikael jumped, a bit startled, but saw that it was the two tourists from before, with some sort of stick-shaped device that shot out light.

These are electric lamps, one of the tourists explained with a grin. Quite nifty, the things cityfolk come up with.

Nifty indeed, Mikael commented, eyeing the device with hesitation. It didnt seem to do harm, but it definitely seemed convenient, since it didnt seem to be as heavy or cumbersome as handling an oil lamp. Follow me. And please be quiet, I dont want to get caught.

Mikael immediately left the basilica with the two tourists and made way through the alleys towards the edge of town where the cobblestone met the dirt and an edge of a forest. Ambient cricket noises chirped from the forest as the trio walked along the cobblestone, until they came to a shed. The shed seemed suspicious and worn down, but Mikael opened the door, which had no locks. He lit his oil lamp and walked into the shed, and inside, the cobblestone floor continued into a set of steps that lead downward into a dark hole.

Wow, quite obscure, commented a tourist. Wouldnt they have done better to lock the entrance, though?

Mikael shrugged. Its not like theres anything in the catacombs left to steal. Everything that youll see is pretty much either stationary or already empty.

Stationary? a tourist asked.

Youll see. Mikael pressed further into the dark entrance.

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exceeded character limit woops lol
Will leave this unfinished.

1.) Kitsune (2nd roll)

2.) Made an alliance (2nd roll)

3.) 1347 - Black Death Europe (1st roll)

4.) In the Mountains (1st roll)

5.) Adventure, Suspense, Your Choice - Tragedy (1st roll set)

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The Kitsune and The Rat: How the Year of the Rat came to Be

It wasn't just a full moon. It was a Blood moon. A moon that hung low in the sky, a deep red that tinged the world in its malevolent hues.

This was a night of bad omens, and the trees themselves trembled at the slighest breath of a breeze. The desperate sounds of war raged on a night like tonight, as village folk and Imperial forces rose up against each other, a rebellion in full swing. The Hojo empire would soon fall.

Unseen by the mortals below, a great shadowed figure stood upon a cliff and watched with ember-lit eyes, the dusky glow dark in comparison to the shine of the moon overhead. A slow smile spread across the dreadful kabuki-faced figure, and he turned to deal with the wisp of flame that shot towards his back.

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The woman lowered her hand slightly, peering over her nails to grimly face the oni, who had easily deflected her magic with a mere wave of his claws. In the language of the immortals, he hissed at her, whispering her demise, how her duty as guardian to these people was finished. How he would bathe in their blood, savor their entrails, and drink deep of her tears.

With each whisper, her heart shook, much like the ground as the oni paced towards her, like a tiger on the hunt. Yet she would not falter, and as he lashed out at her with his claws, she moved with the blinding speed of a fox - indeed, any who might have witnessed her movements would swear that she was a fox at times, with eight tails fanning out behind her majestically.

Their fight might have lasted an eternity, but for the mortals, it would have only seemed seconds. Blows were dealt, and in the end the oni stood over her, laughing.

"Inari, you surprise me. Fighting for these mortals when they do so little for you! How I love to watch them suffer, almost as much as I enjoy watching you suffer. Your desire to protect them only fuels my desire to destroy them," the oni spoke in Japanese, taunting her with the language of the people she'd sworn to protect, long ago.

The battered kitsune, now left bleeding on the forest floor in her fox form, struggled to support her own weight as she snarled, speaking softly.

"I have kept them safe from your kind this long, and I shall do so until the end of time. I will die before you take this land!" she swore, leaping against her own pain to strike the oni with her teeth.

He flung her aside easily, tossing her small body against a tree, smirking as her limp form 'thudded' dully to the earth and her tails floated to the ground around her.

"I shall keep you alive tonight. I shall keep you alive so that you may watch how I ravage them. A plague shall sweep this nation, devestate it, make it so barren that not even the barbarians will return to claim the ashes left behind! My curse shall be known as the Black Death, and it shall be infamous throughout history!" the oni promised, sweeping around the fallen kitsune to vanish into the night.

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It was some hours before the kitsune named Inari had healed enough to stand steady again, and it was dawn before she had come down out of the mountains and could see what the war had done to the people.

Unspeakable horrors lay before her, and the heavy smell of blood, death, and fire filled the air as she made her way past a ruined village. The mortals barely gave her a moment's glance, for what interest could a fox hold for any of them during a time like this.

She passed by fleeing refugees, and armed rebels steeling themselves for the next battle. She heard the prayers of children and widows as they called to the gods, the guardians, and even herself for help.

She walked until she came to the heart of the empire, and then lay in wait, watching with keen ears, wide eyes, and a heightened sense of smell. It was not long until her query came scampering into sight, sniffing at refuse for any small nibble of food. She tensed as the small creature came closer, and then pounced upon it, much like a cat.

But she was not a cat, and the tiny mouse squeaked its surprise at having been caught by a fox! But once the mouse had calmed down, it saw that she was no fox, and instead grew frantic, for no immortal being would ever take notice of a mouse.

"Please, mistress kitsune, put Niburu down, Niburu has done nothing wrong, Niburu is only hungry, please do not eat Niburu!"

"Please, be still! I shall not eat you, nor shall I harm you. My name is Inari, and I need your help, Niburu."

"But Inari-kitsune is kitsune, and kitsune are magic, and kitsune are guardians, and kitsune are immortal, all of which Niburu is not! Niburu worthless next to Inari-kitsune! How can Niburu help Inari-kitsune?"

"You must take me to your ruler, Emperor Nezumi."

The little mouse perked up at this and considered quietly for a time, his whiskers twitching while he thought, before giving a jerky nod.

"Niburu help Inari-kitsune! Niburu show Inari-kitsune the way to Nezumi-emperor. Niburu make immortal Inari-kitsune happy."

Satisfied, Inari released Niburu and followed him into the city, past the guards, past the commoners, and through to the Imperial palace. For the mortals looking, they only saw a small mouse scampering towards the Imperial kitchens, for Inari knew how to hide herself when she did not wish to be seen.

Into the busy kitchens, past the working cooks and patrolling guards, and through a ****** in the wall, the little mouse led the kitsune to the heart of the mouse and rat empire, where the great father rat, Emperor Nezumi, ruled over all, and his squeak was law.

Yet even a mighty emperor like Emperor Nezumi knew when to bow before immortal greatness, and the sight of Inari filled the rat with both awe and wonder as he humbly scurried to her feet and bowed his snuffling head, before looking up and looking around.

"Kitsune-immortal grace Nezumi with her presence. What does Kitsune-immortal want of humble Nezumi-emperor?"

"Most noble of rats and mice, my name is Inari, and as you know, I am a guardian of this land and its peoples. And I have come from a fight with a dreadful oni, the oni named Pesuto. He means to destroy our land with a Black Death, but I know how to protect us and save us from his curse."

The rats and mice in attendance all gave a great series of squeaks as panic set into an already-jittery room, many scurrying in tight panicked circles and sniffing the air for immediate danger, as rats and mice are wont to do. But Emperor Nezumi raised his regal paw and with a single loud squeak brought the room to silence, before he nodded to Inari.

"Please, Inari-kitsune, finish your plan. How can we help?"

"Your people, Emperor Nezumi, are immune to disease and plague, which the oni Pesuto is known for. If you will allow me, I can 'bless' your people to absorb Pesuto's Black Death and carry it within you, away from my people."

A series of hushed squeaks once again murmured around the room, and the Emperor Nezumi was thoughtful before squeaking in his most regal of tones.

"Nezumi-emperor would be most willing to help Inari-kitsune...if Inari-kitsune can tell Nezumi-emperor how his people will be rewarded for their bravery."

Inari thought for a long time, and then she nodded slowly.

"I cannot promise your people will not be hunted. I cannot promise your offspring will always find shelter, or food. But I can promise your people a place in the Zodiac, and a year to their name. The people of Japan will honor your kind every twelve years, if you can make this sacrifice. I would need the eldest rat and mouse of each household to take on the Black Death, and then take to the barbarian trade ships and leave Japan. Forever."

"Inari-kitsune makes a very large promise, but the sacrifice is very large to my people. Nezumi-emperor must think on this proposal. Inari-kitsune come back tomorrow, and Nezumi-emperor will have an answer, yes?"

Inari was dissatisfied with the idea of waiting, but she could not force the emperor of the rats and mice to agree to anything. Thus she left, her eight tails twitching in anxiety. If the rats and the mice could not take the plague, then she would indeed fail.

~~~

The next day came, and Inari was escorted into the presence of Emperor Nezumi once again. He greeted her with an air of excitement, and he spoke in accented squeaks, his anticipation barely contained.

"Inari-kitsune has come back, and Nezumi-emperor is most pleased to see Inari-kitsune! Nezumi-emperor has had a dream, a dream of greatness, and food, and shelter, and Nezumi-emperor cannot wait! Inari-kitsune must bless his people and send them out, the people of Nezumi-emperor would be most honored to save Japan!"

A series of excited squeaks followed Emperor Nezumi's decree, for it seemed that all of the rats and mice in attendance had had the same dream of greatness, food, and shelter. Inari's tails twitched as she bowed her head deeply in gratitude, knowing her cunning trickery and skill with magic would never be discovered by the mousekin. While a part of her wondered if she would come to regret her trickery, she knew deep in her heart the answer would always be no.

~~~

And so, the kitsune Inari used her most powerful magic yet, and helped the eldest mice and rats to absorb the oni Pesuto's Black Death. They bade their families farewell, and boarded the last of the trade ships headed towards the west, and the south.

Thus the people of Japan were spared of the Black Death that ravaged the rest of the world.

The kitsune heard of the plague's reaching consequences from the whispering tides of the sea, and mourned the heavy losses she had brought to the rest of the world. But she had held true to her vow and saved her people from the oni, who was never heard from again. Inari suspected he had slaked his thirst for death and agony throughout the rest of the world.

Her cunning plan to save Japan earned her her last tail, and in honor of those who fell, she wrote a haiku, which lasted throughout history to become a children's nursery rhyme to this day:

A Ring of Roses.
Pockets of posies and ash.
We stand, while they fall.

Well, I think that the wheel tests everyone's honesty - were those really their first spins or is it a bluff? That sort of question. It's interesting, but risky as well. But it does help with outlining the basis of a story, so it's good too.That's my opinion, anyway, and lol, look what I spun (i'm working on round 2's story, will add it in with a 'Not Part of Contest' in bold)

Kitsune/Demon
Seeking Help/Betraying Someone
My Choice/1773 Boston Tea Party
City/Town/Dungeon
Suspense/Mystery/Romance/Slasher/Thriller/Horror

Bold's the first spin (lol the Your Choice bit puts me in either Sengoku or Three Kingdoms era for Kitsune dearest). But anyway I'm Not Participating!!!! I'm just writing

*hpff* I missed the first round, and I had a story idea for the vampire, where they all die in the end and everything...

Lmao nice rolls XD

But okay, after you have decided, you will edit with what choices you've settled with for the themes, right? :3