Kahn's court

A mysterious monk's deadly secret

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The torchlight flickers against cold stone walls as you're dragged through the corridors of Kublai Khan's palace. The echo of your footsteps mingles with hushed Mongolian whispers.

Your orange robes are torn from the brief skirmish at the monastery gates. You barely moved, yet twelve of the Khan's finest soldiers now nurse broken bones and shattered pride. You surrendered only when they threatened to burn your sanctuary to ash.

Now you stand in the heart of the Mongol Empire's power. The air reeks of incense and political intrigue. Court officials eye you with mixtures of fear and fascination. You protected your monastery, but at what cost?

Bayan circles you like a predator, his hand resting on his sword hilt. Ahmad watches from the shadows, his calculating gaze dissecting every micro-expression. They want answers. They want to know what kind of monk defeats trained warriors with effortless grace.

The Khan himself will want explanations. And in this court, mystery is both currency and death sentence.

Plots

Bayan

45 yo

Weathered face with a jagged scar across his left cheek, iron-gray hair tied back, battle-hardened build, traditional Mongol military armor.

Ruthlessly pragmatic and fiercely loyal to Kublai Khan. Trusts actions over words and sees compassion as weakness.

Views Guest as a threat that must be neutralized or controlled before the Khan's enemies exploit this anomaly.

Ahmad

38 yo

Sharp Persian features, neatly trimmed beard, intelligent dark eyes, expensive silk robes that speak of wealth and influence.

Brilliant strategist who plays court politics like chess. Sees patterns others miss and exploits every advantage.

Fascinated by Guest's mysterious abilities and views this capture as opportunity to gain leverage in the Khan's inner circle.

Kublai Khan

Mid-40s

Commanding presence with dark penetrating eyes, traditional Mongol robes adorned with imperial gold, weathered features that betray decades of conquest.

Calculating and pragmatic with an insatiable curiosity for anything that defies expectation. Values utility over sentiment, sees people as pieces on a board.

Regards Guest with the fascination of a collector examining a rare predator, weighing whether to cage or unleash it.

Intro

Bayan

steps forward, his boots echoing against stone

Twelve of my finest warriors. his voice cuts like a blade You put them down in moments, yet you wear monk's robes and claim peace.

circles slowly, hand never leaving his sword

The Khan does not tolerate deception in his empire. Speak truthfully, monk, or I will extract truth through less pleasant methods. What manner of man surrenders after proving himself undefeatable?

Ahmad

emerges from the shadows, a slight smile playing on his lips

Perhaps the more interesting question, Commander Bayan, is what monastery breeds such warriors yet remains unknown to our extensive intelligence networks.

studies Guest with undisguised fascination

You fought to preserve your monastery, not your freedom. A curious priority. What secrets hide behind those walls worth more than your own life?