The Most Unfortunate Khatun Part 2 - Naransetseng's decision

The following day, Bo-Jing, Tetsukichi, Salt, and Bangqiu met with the surviving leaders of the Eagle Clan and learned the full measure of the disaster that had befallen their people. During the Master's invasion, a large war band of beastmen, accompanied by giants, had broken away from the main host to ravage the Eagle lands. They stormed the clan's ancestral hall, slew the khan and many of his household, and drove the survivors into exile. Though the stronghold itself held little military value, it had become the center from which the raiders continued to terrorize the surrounding countryside.

The companions concluded that they could not safely continue toward Khanbaliq while such a threat remained at their backs. Together with the Eagle Clan, they devised a plan. The combined horsemen of the Bolad Horde, the Sansar Horde, and the Eagle Clan would protect one another while a small company of trusted warriors infiltrated the occupied hall, struck down its leaders, and freed whatever captives could still be saved. Naransetseng remained with her brother Batzorig under the protection of the allied camp.

Guided by Eagle Clan scouts, the companions reached the occupied stronghold without raising the alarm. They silently dispatched the sentries at the gate before slipping deeper into the hall. Concealed by magic, Bangqiu and Bo-Jing entered the great feast hall, where the giants celebrated amid the plunder of the Eagle lands. There Bo-Jing employed the Coin of the East to sow confusion among their enemies while Bangqiu imprisoned the gathering within a ring of fire. As the giants turned upon one another in panic and rage, Tetsukichi led the remaining warriors in a swift assault that shattered their resistance.

The companions then pressed into the council chamber, where the giant chieftain and his captains were making plans for further raids. Once again, deception, sorcery, and disciplined swordsmanship proved decisive. Before the night had ended, the chieftain lay dead, his household destroyed, and the dungeons beneath the hall had been opened. Several dozen prisoners, long believed lost, were restored to freedom.

Believing the danger past, the companions escorted the rescued captives to safety and made camp a short distance from the ruined hall. At first light they rejoined the Eagle Clan, expecting to celebrate a hard-won victory.

Instead they found tragedy.

Two nights after the companions had departed on their assault, the allied camp had been discovered by one of the Master's sinister flying deer. 

Before dawn, hundreds of beastmen descended upon the camp. Batzorig and the warriors of the Bolad Horde prepared to die defending Naransetseng, but she refused to purchase her own safety with the lives of others. While the fighting raged around her brother's tent, she slipped away unnoticed and surrendered herself to the beastmen.

Batzorig, grievously wounded after holding the attackers at bay, believed only that the enemy had suddenly abandoned the assault. He staggered into his tent and collapsed from exhaustion. Only with the coming of morning did he discover that Naransetseng was gone, and understand the terrible choice she had made.

The Most Unfortunate Khatun Part 1 - A Daring Plan

When Bo-Jing and his war band returned to Banua, the battle had settled into an uneasy stalemate. Dead beastmen and other monsters littered the ground before the walls, but the defenders were nearing exhaustion. The archers had almost spent their last arrows, and the surviving attackers searched for ways to climb the walls and overwhelm the catwalks.

Though weary from their long ride, Bo-Jing and his companions immediately joined the defense. Charging through the gates in tight formation, they relieved the exhausted archers and methodically drove the remaining monsters from the settlement.

Bangqiu and Naransetseng reached Banua later that same day. Having crossed the mountains, they spent one final night at a small stupa outside the settlement before entering the city. Naransetseng was warmly welcomed by Ganbaatar, brother to her late husband and Khan of the Bolad Horde, and by Bo-Jing, who once again returned to her the necklace that had so recently been recovered. She accepted it with joy, grateful for his gesture of quiet heroism.

The celebration proved short-lived. By the following morning, Ganbaatar spoke the truth that everyone already understood. Whatever obligations family might impose, his first duty was to the people of Banua. With the Master's armies pressing ever closer, the Bolad Horde could not risk its survival to protect a woman who no longer belonged to its people. Naransetseng would be granted three days' refuge in Banua and might be required to depart even sooner should the beastmen return.

At the time, neither the companions nor the khans understood why the Master's servants pursued Naransetseng with such determination. They knew only that wherever she fled, the beastmen followed.

Those anxious days were brightened by the arrival of Tetsukichi, a renowned warrior of the Sansar Horde. Faithful allies of the Eagle Clan, sixty Sansar horsemen had answered the Eagle Clan's desperate call for aid. Tetsukichi himself was already a trusted companion of Bo-Jing and Bangqiu, having fought beside them in many adventures, including recent victories against the Master's advancing armies.

Together they reached a bold conclusion. The surest way to defend both the Valley of the Five Fires and the northern khans was to force the Empire itself to confront the Master. If Naransetseng were escorted toward Khanbaliq and the beastmen pursued her into the settled lands, the Emperor could no longer leave the burden of the war to his frontier vassals. And if the Master’s incursions weakened the Emperor, Bo-Jing opined that it would be a punishment not completely undeserved considering the institutions of slavery and concubinage that flourished within the Empire.

Bo-Jing and Tetsukichi therefore departed Banua with their companions at the head of two hundred mounted warriors: one hundred and forty riders of the Bolad Horde joined by sixty horsemen of the Sansar Horde. Their road to Khanbaliq led first through the neighboring lands of the Eagle Clan.

There they found devastation surpassing even that suffered by Banua. Dead men and beasts lay where they had fallen. Scores of bodies had been hung from trees or splayed upon the rocks as grisly warnings. For leagues the forests had been felled, and the scrublands burned bare. On the second evening of their march, bitter winds sweeping down from the mountains forced the company to make camp in the shelter of a shallow valley.

There, for the first time, the companions began to question whether escorting Naransetseng to Khanbaliq remained their foremost duty. If the Eagle Clan had truly been broken, pressing onward might preserve one woman while abandoning an entire people—and perhaps the Valley of the Five Fires itself—to the Master's advance.

Siege of Banua Day 4: Bangqiu rescues Naransetseg

It was easy to follow the fresh tracks of the Nergui refugees. It was also easy to note the fresher tracks of a huge number of beastmen. These tracks stayed with those of the refugees, an ominous confirmation of Bo-Jing’s theory that Naransetseg was still alive and still being pursued.

Seeing no other way to reach the Nergui refugees before the beastmen did, Bangqiu took the form of a falcon and soared into the sky.

Bangqiu quickly pulled away from Bo-Jing, Batzorig, Nar-Nuteng, Ryu, and the rest of the war band. Before long he had reached the horde of beastmen, which had half-encircled the Nergui encampment.

There was no fighting.

Instead, a group of wizened men wearing red caps and wielding long, barbed swords were parlaying with a number of Nergui warriors. Naransetseg was clearly the chief point of negotiation. She stood alone on a small mound, eyes darting and hands twitching, at once terrified and terrifying, like a small animal ready to fight for its life.

The Nergui spearmen surrounding her—at a distance—were guarding her in both senses of the word, protecting her while preventing her escape.

Bangqiu soared higher into the sky until he was directly above Naransetseg. Then he resumed human form, using his enchanted levitation boots to break the impact his free fall. He gave her a secret sign to persuade her that he meant no harm. Then he swept her up, cloaked them both in a thick cloud, and used his boots to carry them back into the gloomy sky.

Enraged, the beastmen attacked the Nergui spearmen and refugees.

That evening and deep into the night, Bangqiu summoned all his natural athleticism simply to hold onto Naransetseg while his boots kept them suspended high in the thin air. Naransetseg clung tightly to him with her arms and legs, her tears mixing with the stinging rain on both their faces.

Below them came the terrible sounds of battle and slaughter.

A steady wind from the east carried them toward the mountains guarding the Valley of the Five Fires. When Bangqiu was certain they were far from the battle and the marauding beastmen, he lowered them toward a grassy mountain slope.

Reaching solid ground, they collapsed into exhausted sleep.

By the time Bo-Jing and the war band reached the remains of the Nergui camp, the few survivors they encountered were too traumatized to explain much of what had happened. The “deaf witch” had disappeared, and the beastmen had taken vengeance by killing everyone they could before scattering to the four winds.

Batzorig searched among the survivors for any word of his sister, but none could tell him what had become of her.

Bo-Jing thanked the survivors and urged them to return with him to Banua. Many had little desire to return to the town they had so recently fled, but Bo-Jing promised them his personal protection and convinced a number of them to come with him.

As Bo-Jing would learn later, one of the four winds brought a group of beastmen, yeti, and fanged flying stags north to Banua.

They attacked in a series of poorly organized, desperate raids.

Ganbaatar invited all noncombatants to take refuge within the inner walls. Archers lined the outer walls and targeted the beastmen as they charged through the broken gate.

The beastmen destroyed property and killed animals, but found few human victims in the outer town. Nor could they reach the inner town.

Although the gates had been destroyed by the giant demon-badger during the siege, the pit it had created was nearly impassable. A line of brave warriors armed with spears waited on the far side, turning the ruined gateway into a death trap for the attacking beastmen and yeti.

Most dangerous to Banua were the flying stags. They simply passed over the ruined defenses and descended from the sky.

Fortunately for Banua, Ganbaatar had one defender he had not counted upon.

From whatever shadows had lately occupied him, the mercurial magician Hyamsam emerged to defend his adopted home.

Magic missiles streaked into the flying monsters.

A ball of fire exploded among them.

Then Hyamsam engulfed another group in a cloud of scalding steam.

Several of the flying beasts fell dead into Banua.

The rest fled.

By the time Bo-Jing had returned to the battered city, Banua had survived yet another assault.

And somewhere in the mountains overlooking the Valley of the Five Fires, Bangqiu and Naransetseg slept exhausted on the wet grass, separated from their companions and unaware of what their escape had set in motion.

Siege of Banua Day 3

Banua After the Siege

As later recounted in the Chronicles of the Northern Frontier

Bo-Jing rose early, his breath misting in the cold air as he stood atop the ramparts of shattered Banua. The fires had been stamped out, the beasts driven off. Victory, of a kind, had been won.

The warriors of the Bolad horde honored him with raised voices and lifted blades. They had seen him stand against horrors not born of nature — war machines vomiting flame, beastmen with the eyes of demons. Under his command, they had not broken. His companions, strangers just weeks ago, had shielded the innocent, destroyed siege weapons, and carved paths through the worst of the enemy.

But even as those cheers echoed in the narrow alleys, another sound rose — bitter, sharp, and raw. Grief.

It came from the Nergui.

They had buried their best beneath the rubble. Fathers, sons, daughters. The elders said they had been lured here, promised protection — and instead corralled into a slaughterhouse. Bo-Jing met their words with reason. You came of your own choice, he reminded them. But truth, in that hour, was no salve. Only salt in the wound.

And so the Nergui answered not with words, but with action.
“If we are to die,” they said, “we will die standing — not as shields for Ganbaatar and the Bolad.”

They did not speak again. They simply packed what was left: battered tools, limping beasts, orphans in tow. They left their dead where they fell, to be buried by the Bolad.
And then, they turned not west — not home. But southeast. Toward the lands of the Eagle Horde.

All save one.

Batzorig, son of Nergui, stood by the gate and watched them go. He did not weep. But he did not hide the tremble in his hands.

When they were gone, he turned to the ruins. His sister, Naransetseng, had been in Banua. She had not walked out with the others. No body had been claimed for burial. Her ger had burned.

He searched the rubble with Bo-Jing beside him, neither speaking much. Salt stood nearby, head bowed. Even Bangqiu — ever aloof — seemed touched by the loss. It was Bo-Jing who found it, beneath the blackened remains of the ger wall: Naransetseng’s necklace, unbroken, untouched by flame.

Batzorig fell to his knees. Clutched it like it might still be warm from her skin.

Bo-Jing looked to the smoke curling toward the eastern sky.

“She was not killed here,” he said. “I think she fled. Cast the necklace as a decoy. The beasts did not attack Banua — they passed it by. They’re still hunting her.”

Batzorig lifted his head, eyes red with dust and hope.
“Then I go after her,” he said. “Alone, if I must. Or with all the brave men who love what is beautiful and good.”

Bo-Jing clasped his arm. “You won’t go alone.”

And by dusk, the host rode out again. One hundred warriors, led by Bo-Jing, Bangqiu, Nar-Nuteng, and a man with hope clenched in his fist like a blade — chasing smoke trails and the memory of a woman who might still be alive.

Siege of Banua Day 2

At dawn, watchers on Banua’s towers saw the enemy encampments stirring. Beastmen began withdrawing, marching westward toward a long ridge. Despite their rout the night before, they still outnumbered the defenders three to one. Strangely quiet and efficient in their movements, they no longer resembled an undisciplined horde. It was as if an alien intelligence had assumed command.

Sensing deception, Bangqiu and Salt cloaked themselves in invisibility and set off to scout. Skirting around yetis scavenging the battlefield, the two magicians crept to the ridge’s crest—where they beheld a disturbing sight: the beastmen were clustered around a deep pit, excavating with inhuman speed. Lines of them marched out carrying dirt. Something was tunneling toward Banua—fast.

Among the monstrous laborers stood a solitary human in black armor. Without hesitation, Bangqiu and Salt unleashed a barrage of magic missiles, driving him into his tent. To compound the chaos, Bangqiu summoned a stone wall and dropped it across the mouth of the tunnel. Then, taking the form of an owl, he flew back to Banua. Salt, cloaked and cautious, made her way back on foot.

That night, few slept. Red flashes lit the sky. The ground trembled. Rumors raced: the well water tasted wrong. People heard screams beyond the ridge.

Before dawn, watchmen saw movement: beastmen advancing again—this time with giants and juggernauts.

Ganbaatar organized the defense. Armed soldiers manned the battlements. Citizens were herded into the inner barracks.

Then, the earth split.

Right beneath the inner gate, a colossal claw burst through the ground, ripping stone and earth apart. The gate crumbled. Up rose a monstrous, red-eyed badger—taller than two men, its snout dripping with hunger. It lunged. A slash of its claws cleaved a soldier in half. Its jaws snapped a horse’s spine.

Soldiers fled. The beast pursued, killing, devouring.

Then came Bo-Jing. With him stood his henchmen, also Nar-Nuteng, and all of the bravest warriors of Banua. Long spears drove into the beast’s flanks. Arrows peppered its back. At first, it seemed unstoppable. But a spear found its underbelly. It halted. Bo-Jing leapt forward, slashing deep into its face. Nar-Nuteng struck beneath its foreleg. Surrounded and bleeding from every side, the beast collapsed—its death shaking the earth again.

But chaos reigned.

Beastmen had scattered into Banua, setting fires, slaying unarmed townsfolk, killing livestock. The juggernauts arrived next—three immense engines of war—rolling toward the outer gate. With the city’s defenders drawn inward, the gates fell. The juggernauts rolled into Banua.

But the magicians were ready.

Bangqiu, Hyamsam, and Salt struck the wheels of the lead juggernaut with fireballs and magic missiles. Flames erupted. The behemoth veered, tumbling into the pit torn open by the badger. The others crashed in behind.

Still, the beastmen pressed toward the marketplace—toward the tents of the Nergui refugees. Arrows rained down from the rooftops, but the monsters moved from tent to tent, slaughtering the defenseless.

Then Bo-Jing and Nar-Nuteng returned.

Rallying Banua’s remaining warriors, they charged. This time, the beastmen broke. Driven into a corner of the marketplace, they were caught, surrounded, and destroyed.

Siege of Banua Day 1

As the sun went down, the people of Banua feared an attack from the besieging horde outside. Beyond the walls, bonfires blazed, and gusts of wind carried the sounds of aggressive chants punctuated by screaming; in certain parts of the city, a deep rumbling in the ground shook the tent poles. The sky flashed red with fire to illuminate the forms of giant flying lizards. When the horde charged, the archers of Banua were ready. Arrows rained down on the onslaught of beastmen, trolls, and yetis. Still the monsters pressed in a crazed fury, many with multiple arrows embedded in their flesh. Pondering behind the hordes of beastmen was an enormous wagon with an iron head. Arrows bounced off it harmlessly. Beastmen who stumbled before it were crushed underneath its thick, spiked wheels. As it reached the gates of Banua, the town’s defenders began to pelt it with stones. These missiles barely damaged the juggernaut, and did nothing to slow its progress. When it reached the entrance to the town, it began to rock back and forth, ramming its iron-shod head against the wooden gates. Bo Jing directed the defenders to direct their fire at the beastmen who were scaling Banua’s walls.

Bo Jing called on the power of the Coin of East to freeze the wheels of the juggernaut. He and his henchmen joined the defenders in killing the attacking beastmen; their bodies began to pile up at the foot of the walls. Once the beastmen’s onslaught was neutralized, the defenders resumed their efforts to destroy the incapacitated juggernaut. The strongest men attacked it from above, casting down huge stones and barrels of flaming oil. At this moment, Bo Jing received word of another attack in another part of the town. Dragons had descended from the clouds into the midst of the crowded mass of yurts behind the Khan’s palace. They were devouring people and setting fire to their homes.

Bo Jing and his men, rallied the most capable of Banua’s defenders and dashed to the rear of the town to confront the dragons. There were two fearsome beasts, surrounded by burning wreckage. Bangqiu and Salt, from the safety of the Khan’s palace, blasted one of the dragons with magic missiles. Enraged, it took wing, flying toward them. Bo Jing and his men to attack the second dragon, striking it from all sides with swords and spears. The dragon thrashed from side to side, desperate to seize and devour a hapless spearman. But Bo Jing, with astounding bravery and quickness, stayed at the dragon’s head, slashing at its eyes and mouth, denying it the opportunity to strike. The dragon weakened and Bo-Jing saw his opportunity. He rushed toward it, feinted to the left and, as the dragon went to the right, dashed past its open maw and slashed its throat with his long sharp sword. Black blood gushed out and the dragon died. The flying dragon, meanwhile, had made itself a target for archers throughout the town. Pierced with many arrows, it floundered and crashed to the ground, never to rise.

Defending the Lands of the Five Fires 05 (First Khazu-Kala and then Banua)

Bo-Jing, Bangqiu, and Salt decided they would go to Khazu Kala. Expecting a difficult battle, Bo-Jing ordered that they make a comfortable camp and rest for a couple days, giving their wounds a chance to heal. 

And so, by the time they reached Khazu Kala, the battle was all but over. A single wizened creature, wielding a rusty wicked sword, stood surrounded by a dozen Nergui warriors—and also dozens of corpses. Bo-Jing, riding on Ses-Hami, arrived by air and Bo-Jing attacked the strange fiend with a flying leap. With his fiery sword, Bo-Jing dispatched his foe and won the admiration of the Nergui. 

Gansukh was dead and his name had the taste of ashes. His duplicity had brought his own death, the deaths of his loyal bodyguards, the deaths of the people who depended on him. With little argument, the survivors of the attack, both the warriors and the people, agreed they would join Bo-Jing. Yes, even in rejoining the Bolad horde in Banua.

It took three days to arrive within sight of Banua and the arrival was not a cause for celebration, but another serving of hardship. For the proud city of the steppe was surrounded by an army of beastmen, dragons, and monsters. Bo-Jing himself cursed bitterly at how the pettiness of Gansukh had brought such horror among the people he had agreed to protect. But Salt would not allow her friend the luxury of despair. She directed his gaze from his foes to the people who now trusted him. With courage and faith, he could bring these people into Banua. Reuniting the people of Bolad and Nergui did not guarantee their survival but preserved their hopes for another day.

Bangqiu became invisible and rose into the air, surveying the enemy camps, and determined the safest route to the city. Bo Jing received the information and led the way. The Nergui warriors formed two files around their families and herds. They raised their swords and shouted as they approached, making themselves appear to be another war-band arriving to join the assault on Banua. The beastmen accepted the deception, cheering as the Nergui passed through their lines. Bangqiu, invisible, flew into the city and alerted the defenders to the ruse. When the gates were opened, Salt and Bangqiu blasted the band of beastmen who tried to join the people of Nergui. The unarmed people passed into the city. Bo-Jing and the warriors stayed to defend their entry, warding off more attacking beastmen. Only when the innocents had entered the city did the warriors follow. Bo-Jing entered last of all and the gates were closed.