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Postby Endem » Mon Aug 12, 2019 8:30 am

Kowani wrote:
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"Yeah, I understand you come from a warlord who has some rivalry with the King of Yunnan, I understand what is politics anyway, you have probably came to tell me something else, so, speak"

The emissary smirked. This wasn’t unusual. Some men had no brains off the battlefield. “Master of Whispers is no warlord. He is better then that. But you don’t care, so won’t talk about that. Let’s talk about business. You have army. Good size, good commander. Supplies are always an issue, but for the Master of Whispers, that’s easy. I tell him, you see carts of bronze in days. No matter. We have things more valuable than bronze. We keep the Xia eyes off you, easy. We wait until you are ready, see?”


"Well, as far as supplies go, we have some farmers in the region who support us, and we have enough weapons right now to supply additional 50 soldiers on our own, but, we could always use some bronze, what is the price, there is obviously a price"
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Studying biology, but otherwise pretty accurate

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Postby Kowani » Mon Aug 12, 2019 8:45 am

Endem wrote:
Kowani wrote:The emissary smirked. This wasn’t unusual. Some men had no brains off the battlefield. “Master of Whispers is no warlord. He is better then that. But you don’t care, so won’t talk about that. Let’s talk about business. You have army. Good size, good commander. Supplies are always an issue, but for the Master of Whispers, that’s easy. I tell him, you see carts of bronze in days. No matter. We have things more valuable than bronze. We keep the Xia eyes off you, easy. We wait until you are ready, see?”


"Well, as far as supplies go, we have some farmers in the region who support us, and we have enough weapons right now to supply additional 50 soldiers on our own, but, we could always use some bronze, what is the price, there is obviously a price"

“Farmers to feed an army? Plan on being besieged? No matter. Your campaign, your rules. But let’s talk price. Simple price, really. When you set this country aflame, don’t burn the spiderwebs.
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As a Canadian? I find Americans and their deep, deep distrust of the government to be fundamentally, critically, laughably flawed. I find some aspects of your country completely absurd. The distrust of anything remotely resembling authority is one. The gun problem that stems from that is another.

Seangoli wrote:You are spouting nonsensical drivel with no coherent thought, little logic, and at the end of it all just angry opining at the clouds based on a truly astonishly low level of knowledge or understanding of the subject matter.

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Origin Story

Postby Aeyariss » Mon Aug 12, 2019 8:49 am

ZHOU ZHANG




"I will kill the demon."

Zhou Zhang said, loud enough for everyone to hear. Everyone in the gathering were starring at the young man, who now stood before the village head and the shaman woman.

"Zhang, I know you are very brave and strong but this isn't like hunting wild hogs that destroyed our plantation. Didn't you heard a word that the Shaman said? She says a demon caused this! So how can a mortal defeat and kill a demon? Don't be foolish! You need to continue your family line, if you die who shall pray for your ancestors and lineage? They'll be cursed in the afterlife! Don't go!" some of the elder protested.

Zhang simply nodded then turned to the Shaman.

"Can it be done?"

"Ohh, hard to say, who knows? Killing a demon isn't an easy thing to do... but I read something different about you from these bones."

"Does it says that I'll succeed?"

"No, but -"

"Does it says that I'll die?"

"No...well, not really."

"Old woman, you're not being helpful all. You are the Oracle!"

"Bone reading isn't an exact science, young man - but it does says you are blessed."

"Then that shall be enough. Everyone, I will rode out and find and kill that foul beast." he said to the gathering, sounding calm, not betraying any hint of emotion.

The mob leader who wanted to make human sacrifice spoke.

"If you lose, you'll be dead, and the demon will only be angered... it might come for everyone here!"

"Well, in that case I will be dead...and it will be your problem." Zhang smiled, glancing at Xi Ci. Their gazes locked with one another for a moment.

"Which in that case, do what ever you want, you can kill her after that." Her eyes went wide in disbelief hearing him.

"Zhang! You - "

"I won't let anything happen to you." He says.

"Well, then, I shall need to borrow good armor and steel. Would anyone willing to loan me their weapons?"

"My son served in the Imperial Army, his old armor is still with us... perhaps you'll do us the honor." the village head says.

"I shall take it, uncle."

"You can borrow my family spears. It's very old. But it's made from good steel."

"Thank you."

"You can have my bows and arrow."

"Thank you, friend. If I don't come back in three days, know that I am defeated and gone. You all should run away to somewhere safe."

Zhang gathered the equipment, and rode out a mare.

Next, he will face the demon. What fate awaits for him?
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Postby Endem » Mon Aug 12, 2019 9:05 am

Kowani wrote:
Endem wrote:
"Well, as far as supplies go, we have some farmers in the region who support us, and we have enough weapons right now to supply additional 50 soldiers on our own, but, we could always use some bronze, what is the price, there is obviously a price"

“Farmers to feed an army? Plan on being besieged? No matter. Your campaign, your rules. But let’s talk price. Simple price, really. When you set this country aflame, don’t burn the spiderwebs.

"Do you think I'm a fool, I of course plan for any potential siege of ours!" Zhin shouted, the emissary was doing a poor job at his work as Zhin was being less likely to accept his offer with every sentence that spewed from the man's mouth "if you plan on insultinggg me, you can already be taken away from this camp by my men, anyway, by spider webs what do you mean, the widespread corruption, some spies, the Xia officials?"
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Wind packed a punch into my chest
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Petrolheadia wrote:Left-leaning 20-year-old Polish asexual and introverted guy. Likes watching comedy shows in his free time. More to the left than he considers himself. Is studying some sort of IT-related subject.

Studying biology, but otherwise pretty accurate

Jeff and John, episode 3: John- Jeff! Jeff- Yes John? John- cactuses, what do you want to do about them, they are all over this house Jeff- I see no cactuses

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Postby Kowani » Mon Aug 12, 2019 9:11 am

Endem wrote:
Kowani wrote:“Farmers to feed an army? Plan on being besieged? No matter. Your campaign, your rules. But let’s talk price. Simple price, really. When you set this country aflame, don’t burn the spiderwebs.

"Do you think I'm a fool, I of course plan for any potential siege of ours!" Zhin shouted, the emissary was doing a poor job at his work as Zhin was being less likely to accept his offer with every sentence that spewed from the man's mouth "if you plan on insultinggg me, you can already be taken away from this camp by my men, anyway, by spider webs what do you mean, the widespread corruption, some spies, the Xia officials?"

“Not what I mean. Of course you plan for it. I come to make sure you don’t have to. Said earlier, Master of Whispers. He whispers in the right ears, we keep the Xia eyes off you, while you prepare, see? Would not want you to get crushed before you even begin.” “Spiderwebs…we have several networks in place. It would be inconvenient if you were to break them.”
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Prydania wrote:
As a Canadian? I find Americans and their deep, deep distrust of the government to be fundamentally, critically, laughably flawed. I find some aspects of your country completely absurd. The distrust of anything remotely resembling authority is one. The gun problem that stems from that is another.

Seangoli wrote:You are spouting nonsensical drivel with no coherent thought, little logic, and at the end of it all just angry opining at the clouds based on a truly astonishly low level of knowledge or understanding of the subject matter.

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Postby Endem » Mon Aug 12, 2019 9:14 am

Kowani wrote:
Endem wrote:"Do you think I'm a fool, I of course plan for any potential siege of ours!" Zhin shouted, the emissary was doing a poor job at his work as Zhin was being less likely to accept his offer with every sentence that spewed from the man's mouth "if you plan on insultinggg me, you can already be taken away from this camp by my men, anyway, by spider webs what do you mean, the widespread corruption, some spies, the Xia officials?"

“Not what I mean. Of course you plan for it. I come to make sure you don’t have to. Said earlier, Master of Whispers. He whispers in the right ears, we keep the Xia eyes off you, while you prepare, see? Would not want you to get crushed before you even begin.” “Spiderwebs…we have several networks in place. It would be inconvenient if you were to break them.”

"Just tell me who not to kill and what buildings not to burn and we should be set" Zhin then added "I can guarantee safety for everyone you now list except those in the capital"
The little bird whistled to my ear
Blow on the wind
I blew into the wind stronger than i could
Wind packed a punch into my chest
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Petrolheadia wrote:Left-leaning 20-year-old Polish asexual and introverted guy. Likes watching comedy shows in his free time. More to the left than he considers himself. Is studying some sort of IT-related subject.

Studying biology, but otherwise pretty accurate

Jeff and John, episode 3: John- Jeff! Jeff- Yes John? John- cactuses, what do you want to do about them, they are all over this house Jeff- I see no cactuses

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Postby Kowani » Mon Aug 12, 2019 9:24 am

Endem wrote:
Kowani wrote:“Not what I mean. Of course you plan for it. I come to make sure you don’t have to. Said earlier, Master of Whispers. He whispers in the right ears, we keep the Xia eyes off you, while you prepare, see? Would not want you to get crushed before you even begin.” “Spiderwebs…we have several networks in place. It would be inconvenient if you were to break them.”

"Just tell me who not to kill and what buildings not to burn and we should be set" Zhin then added "I can guarantee safety for everyone you now list except those in the capital"

“No need. Can’t reveal networks. Bad policy. But there is a way to tell, see? Look for the Spider on the Wall.
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Prydania wrote:
As a Canadian? I find Americans and their deep, deep distrust of the government to be fundamentally, critically, laughably flawed. I find some aspects of your country completely absurd. The distrust of anything remotely resembling authority is one. The gun problem that stems from that is another.

Seangoli wrote:You are spouting nonsensical drivel with no coherent thought, little logic, and at the end of it all just angry opining at the clouds based on a truly astonishly low level of knowledge or understanding of the subject matter.

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Postby Endem » Mon Aug 12, 2019 9:39 am

Kowani wrote:
Endem wrote:"Just tell me who not to kill and what buildings not to burn and we should be set" Zhin then added "I can guarantee safety for everyone you now list except those in the capital"

“No need. Can’t reveal networks. Bad policy. But there is a way to tell, see? Look for the Spider on the Wall.
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"Okay, I belive we have nothing more to discuss, whenever a shipment arrives leave it in an abandoned house marked with 歪再得 on the door frame in Xuantou, south of the place my men found you by a about an gour of walk, it's a abandoned village" he then added "my men will escort you out of the camp"
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Blow on the wind
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Wind packed a punch into my chest
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Petrolheadia wrote:Left-leaning 20-year-old Polish asexual and introverted guy. Likes watching comedy shows in his free time. More to the left than he considers himself. Is studying some sort of IT-related subject.

Studying biology, but otherwise pretty accurate

Jeff and John, episode 3: John- Jeff! Jeff- Yes John? John- cactuses, what do you want to do about them, they are all over this house Jeff- I see no cactuses

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Postby Ralnis » Mon Aug 12, 2019 11:56 am

Drunken Lao, Wang Province

A random town, an insignificant one but one that will be a message to spread across the province. The message was that a demon was coming in their lands and all will be sundered by his axes and his thirst for wine. The town had their own garrison and a militia to supplement them. Word had already spread from the destruction of an outpost. They had their own armaments while the militia came with farming equipment and some spears. It was clear that the blow at their nearby outpost did reduce the numbers a bit but it didn't mean they would just cower in the face of a barbarian like Lao.

This put a smile on Lao's face as his organized horde as his bronze axes gleamed in each of his hands. Archers and former hunters lined up with bows drawn and arrows at the ready. Each bandit had their own personal story, some had second thoughts before this but they let loose the arrows as Lao yelled for the attack.

It was something that the common townsmen haven't seen from bandit gangs. They acted like a semi-organized army, somewhat drilled but Lao just got lucky with the gangs that gather around him. The militia and the Imperials were soften by the first volley of arrows and the second did the most damage but the defenders were not swayed to cowardice.

"Good!" The drunken bandit yelled in joy," they won't back down. This means we have a fight." He stretches his axe out to the town," bring me that town, burn it down and get as much wine, women, and wealth you can get!"

The bandits charged as they yelled, Lao charged in with the bandit spears but not in the front. He knew that it would be the death of him but he also wanted a good time getting stuck in. As the spears clashed into one another, Lao jumps from one of the dead bandits and crashed into the defender's, cutting bodies down with his bronze axes. Lao fights both soldier and peasant militiamen as a one man tornado.

Each hit was nothing more but a mark upon many across his leather armor. Eventually the weight of the horde beared down on the town and crush the defense, much to Lao's chagrin. The town was then preceded to get looted and burned down. Men were slaughtered while children and women were enslaved. Food and coin were looted and passed around along with the slaves.

And the demonic laughter and whooping of the horde as the town burned. It was story that would be told from a sole survivor of the attack and would paint the picture that Lao wanted all to see in the province. Of a drunken bloodlust demon and his horde are here to take the province for their own.
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Postby Eternal Lotharia » Mon Aug 12, 2019 3:58 pm

Danceria wrote:Langye Prison, South Shangdong


"On your feet!" came the guard's demand, and the young prisoner was yanked to his feet before being thrown prostrated before the governor. "This is the miscreant, Milord."
Haiwen, as per his profession, wasn't a bad looking individual. Clean shaven and his hair about the base of his neck, lithe and lean as a knife. It was a shame that such careful physical cultivation currently had a few bottles of alcohol swishing about in it.

"A count of assailing the bartender's daughter, and public indecency." the latter charge, Hai Wen would realize, was why he had prisoner's garb than the flamboyant garb that he and his troupe came in. "Your...Illustrious Governor." Hai Wen beseeched the long haired dignitary. "There must-there must be some form of misunderstanding. M-my troupe can vouch for me-"

The hilt of a sword to a ringing head was an injury indeed, as the guard snarled. "You will speak when spoken to in the presence of Governor Song Jin, prisoner." he spat.

Jin studied the young man intently. His eyes squarely sizing him up, from top to bottom, he chuckled after, smiling pleasantly.
"It's nice to meet you, whoever you are. I understand being inebriated can result in less than stellar judgement. I regret to inform you your troupe hasn't seemed to be involved from the most likely lackluster briefing I've received. Nonetheless..."

He stepped forward and slapped the man on the back, startling the guard.

"There is no reason for you to be concerned, prisoner. I will not punish people for offenses so minor when they are drunk. Now if you had gotten her pregnant, I would have forced you to marry her, as compensation. But no worse punishment, unless you abused her.
Now..."

He turned towards the guard and his expression turned serious.

"I understand that this has been the Xia way of doing things for at least a decade, but this is not how I will rule. I will not let Justice be perverted. Therefore, I ask you to treat prisoners like this man with respect. I also promote you, to teach other guards the lesson as well. Your pay is doubled, and you are the new Vice-Warden. The previous Vice-Warden has a raise of fifty percent and is promoted to Co-Warden. Dismissed."

The guard stood there, shocked, his mouth gaping, before bowing.
"Yes Governor."
As he walked away, Jin turned back to the young man and was quiet, studying him some more.
"Can you fight?"
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Postby Sapientia Et Bellum » Mon Aug 12, 2019 4:27 pm

The natural clock, marked by the rising of the blazing sun and the collapse of the lonely pearl, continued to tick along. The birds would begin to sing songs of joy and life which acted as the old man natural alarm clock. The old man would rise from his simplistic bed before staring directly at the small wooden box that sat before him. He rose and walked to the box which he opened. The box contained a simplistic bag made of various natural fibers along with papers containing chinese characters. The box would also include several writing utensils and basic utensils. The man would fill the bag with these items before leaving the hut. Fishermen had already made their way out into the river to gather food given to them by the heavens. The yellow river itself was considered to flow as a continuation of heaven throughout the empire and beyond. The old man smiled at this scene before picking up a sturdy stick that stood just below his chest. The old man began to walk along the river as he had decided to move on to a new village.
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Postby Kowani » Mon Aug 12, 2019 4:42 pm

Yang’s House, The Capital

Yang had seen quite a few tricks in his life. The monk who had tried to escape by eating his way through the chains, that was particularly memorable. But none of that compared to the sheer mess of bureaucracy and paperwork the Imperial Government used to hide its sheer corruption and incompetence. Of course, he didn’t mind corruption. Wheels had to be greased after all. But in cases like this, where accurate results were needed quickly, it was infuriating. “How hard can it be to find tax returns for each province” He muttered, putting several scrolls into his backpack. Sighing, he turned to his guard, a tall, elegant man. A mute foreigner, nobody knew where he came from. “I don’t suppose we managed to make an appointment with the Emperor?”
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As a Canadian? I find Americans and their deep, deep distrust of the government to be fundamentally, critically, laughably flawed. I find some aspects of your country completely absurd. The distrust of anything remotely resembling authority is one. The gun problem that stems from that is another.

Seangoli wrote:You are spouting nonsensical drivel with no coherent thought, little logic, and at the end of it all just angry opining at the clouds based on a truly astonishly low level of knowledge or understanding of the subject matter.

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Postby Danceria » Mon Aug 12, 2019 5:56 pm

Langye Prison, South Shangdong


"Can I...fight?" Haiwen repeated dumbly. After he gradually processed all that happened between his still throbbing skull, he stammered out a response. "Er, well yes. I am...well, an acrobat by profession, Milord Governor. Knife thrower, hoop jumper and all that." the young man fumbled, still on his knees as was prudent of commoners before nobility. "I'm not terrible at archery, but I wouldn't describe myself as a soldier. As for my past, Milord Governor, I was trained in wrestling by the monks of Mount Tai. That is where I received my martial education, but much of my combat experience, if it can even be called that in comparison to your armies, Governor sir...it's rather lackluster."

With that, Haiwen's stomach loudly submitted its own priorities. "...Perhaps after I break my fast, we may discuss this further, Milord Governor?" the man asked sheepishly.
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Postby Eternal Lotharia » Mon Aug 12, 2019 7:46 pm

Danceria wrote:Langye Prison, South Shangdong


"Can I...fight?" Haiwen repeated dumbly. After he gradually processed all that happened between his still throbbing skull, he stammered out a response. "Er, well yes. I am...well, an acrobat by profession, Milord Governor. Knife thrower, hoop jumper and all that." the young man fumbled, still on his knees as was prudent of commoners before nobility. "I'm not terrible at archery, but I wouldn't describe myself as a soldier. As for my past, Milord Governor, I was trained in wrestling by the monks of Mount Tai. That is where I received my martial education, but much of my combat experience, if it can even be called that in comparison to your armies, Governor sir...it's rather lackluster."

With that, Haiwen's stomach loudly submitted its own priorities. "...Perhaps after I break my fast, we may discuss this further, Milord Governor?" the man asked sheepishly.

Song Jin's mouth spread into a wide smile.
"Of course. Come. I want you to be my grand experiment of what rehabilitated people can achieve."
One week later...

The orange flag whipped in the wind. The crowd were all arrayed before a brand new building in the center of the town, solemn. Soldiers stood at attention, hundreds, aligned across the central plaza. Women and Children were praying to Gongsun Xuanyun, as the religious ceremony had just ended. If a new state were to be declared, it would be done so properly.

The prayer ended. The people looked up, at their new leader. Song Jin was dressed in elaborate courtly attire-made by villagers not known for their skill, but passion. On his clothes were a Green Dragon, with a square hat with beads on the front hanging from the hat. Jin had been leading the prayer, sacrificing animals to the Gods and Ancestors. Now, he stood up, and faced the crowd. He raised his right hand, outstretching it towards the sky and the people.

"My people! Long have we suffered at the hands of the Xia. We have fought for them, gave them our wives and children, to be concubines...And in return, what do they give us?" He slammed his hand on the table.
"Nothing! We are taxed for everything we are worth to fuel the King's eccentric appetite, sexual debauchery, and corrupt officials, and for what? So we can be taxed some more! Barbarians are raiding our kingdom and our King would rather impregnate his concubine than do something about it! Enough is enough!"

He was deeply invested in his speech now, speaking as if it was as easy as breathing. The people were silent in awe, as was tradition.

"As King I will not wait for the barbarians to attack us, we will conquer and civilize them so we can all live in peace and harmony! Our kingdom crumbles from lack of oversight, neglected agriculture and infrastructure, and decentralization! It's time for a Dynasty that is simple, centralized, efficient, and punishes corruption with execution, while making use of remorseful criminals! The Emperor should be the model for the Empire, and his Heavenly authority will lead us into prosperity and peace!"

The people were cheering now, his populist message catching on.
"That ends now! Today, in our medium town, I declare the Ju Dynasty! May we last as long as we are Just!"
The flags were unraveled, and the Palace doors were opened.

The people cheered, the soldiers began to march inside, and Jin was formally crowned.
His uprising had begun. It was now time to utterly destroy the Xia.

And, he swore, there would be blood. Heads would roll.
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Postby Kowani » Mon Aug 12, 2019 8:49 pm

Yang was now in full on panic mode. Somehow, the man who prided himself on knowing everything had missed the preparation for a rebellion. He had been completely blindsided. This “Ju Dynasty” had been a nothing, and then, a wildfire. His information networks were ablaze, and trade with that region disrupted. This was a catastrophe m. One he could turn to his advantage, if he played his cards right, but to do that, he would have to go in person. An envoy was too risky. “Bakhman. Prepare a trip. It would appear that we have to pay this Song Jin a visit.” “Perhaps he can be reasoned with.”
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ZHAO ZHANG


It was a cold windy night when Zhou Zhang finished his preparations for battle. The shaman beats the war drum, supposedly to draw blessing and good fortune. The storm seemed to have calmed down a little bit, but little did they know this lull was simply because they were at the center of the eye and the worst is yet to come.

A monstrous otherworldly roar was heard from the distant. Then the earth shook. The rest of the village scoured for whatever safety they could find. But Zhou Zhang and his mare stood still.

"Good luck, young Zhang." the shaman took off as well.

Sighing, Zhang noticed that he was all but alone, and began to think that it was after all not a bright idea after all, but it was too late to backed out.

He decided he might as well die trying.

Hyah! He beat the mare and began to charge toward the the direction where the roar was heard from, spears at the ready. He reaches a forest treelines and decided not to continue. Heavy thud in the distant shook the earth as something headed closer toward him. What he sees made his heart raced.

The demon had taken the shape and form of a boar. I big giant boar that must have been as a tall as the trees in the forest. It had a glowing fiery eyes, and it seemed to be breathing out a thick black fog everytime it snorted. Nevertheless our hero remained undeterred.

"You fool of a human, you dare stand against me!" The demon spoke and roared mightily before charging toward Zhang.

Zhang drew his bow high, pulled the string and began calculating the distance. He aimed for the eyes and began releasing arrows as rapid as he can, lowering his aim after each shot so each arrows will hit the same target at the same time. By the time the demonic boar closed in to half their distant, three arrows found its mark, and the boar - half blinded - lost its balance and crashed onto the ground almost crushing Zhang before the casually took a step sideways and avoided it and the beast passed him.

Zhou Zhang took his spear and lunged it into the other eyes; piercing right through its brain.

The demonic beast died immediately.
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Tongrao Xuegang

In the week before the Ju Dynasty's revolt, the warlord was busy. Noting the absence of his prey, he committed himself to subsuming various villages and towns near his realm's northernmost fringes, forcing them to accept the protection of the Tongrao and become part of it. Of course, when revolt came from these villages, he made sure to crush them as fast as possible, round up the instigators, and publicly execute them to send a message. On the day the rebellion took place, Tongrao Xuegang had taken exactly 146 villages and towns for his kingdom, all of their population combined was 3,263. News of this magnitude was fast travelling, and the warlord heard of it just two days after it was declared. Just a day later, word of him marching northward with the full host of 3,000 men was public.

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Postby Aeyariss » Tue Aug 13, 2019 5:56 am

ZHAO ZHANG


With the demon killed, balance was restored in the nature. The flooding, the storm and the rain finally stopped. It was a new dawn when Zhang return to the village, and received a hero's welcome. Xi Ci, the village head, and the shaman were already gathered.

"You know there's giant boar enough for the whole province back there, do you reckon there's a way we could harvest it and feed on it?" Zhang said to the Shaman.

"Not a good idea, it used to be a Mountain Gods then it got possessed by a dark spirit, but if its dead there's good chance that evil had poison the meat. It would not be wise to consume such meat."

"Shame. Well, we shall have to burn it after we look after the village." Zhang said. The damages were repaired, the deads buried, and life slowly returned to what it was. But the tales of Zhang killing the demon spread through the neighboring villages, and people began to flock to see Zhang and the foul beast he had killed.

The villagers mounted a giant pyre to burn the giant carcass and then hold a celebration in honor of Zhang.

When it was over, the village head approached him. "Zhang! You saved this village! You save my daughter! How can I ever make repay you?"

"Well..." Zhang face turns red, as he turn to Xi Ci, and she blushes too.

They we married soon after, and had a son who was born in the year of the Horse.

Zhang named him after his father; Liang.




Years then passed.

When his father in law passed away due to old age the village named him head, and imperial enforcer from the province officiate his appointment. As head of village, Zhang saw to it that the rice paddies provided more yield. Thus when the land was bountiful the society grew larger, and now the village turn into a small flourishing town.

More people passed through it, bringing in merchants and commoner alike. Scholars who came to study the scriptures came to the town to study. One of them He Jian became Zhang's friend, tutor and assistant. Zhang learned to read and write through He Jian.

One day, a group of brigand was roaming the countryside robbing and stealing from approaching merchant caravan. So Zhang and the strongest men in the town rode out in force to chase after them. The bandits numbered about 50 people strong, and outnumbered Zhang's forces by half. Yet, Zhang's charges took them by surprised when they were in the open. He cut down the number in half. Zhang saw the chief of the brigand troupe and charge at him, yet the opponent was unlike his men. A spear felled down Zhang's horse, and he was forced to fight on the ground.

Both men exchanged blows after blow but none were able to kill off one another. But the rest his guard had defeated the brigands, and the rest had surrendered leaving only the leader. Several of his men tried to tackle the leader but got themselves knocked off. Impressed, Zhang called on him to surrender.

"You fought well, but this fight is over, why not surrender and I shall spare your life." He said, sword still pointed at the leader.

"Gyah! This fight is not over until I die."

"My name is Zhou Zhang, I am the head of the town where you men are attacking. What is your name?"

"I was called Hong Jin."

"Ah, I shall remember your name." Zhang charged again, deflected a swing of his opponent sword before disarming him. A strong knock against Hong Jin head knocked him to the ground.

When Hong Jin looked up, he sees Zhang towering over him and his sword pressing against his neck.

"This fight is over. And you have lost."
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Postby Danceria » Tue Aug 13, 2019 2:33 pm

Langye Assembly Grounds, South Shangdong


Bold promises were made by the Lord Governor, now King of the Ju State. Of course Haiwen was only half partial. As a travelling troupe of troubadours, they knew more than anyone else the depravity of not only the Imperial Court, but the courts of various governors beneath them, as well as the roving tribes of barbarians. On the other hand, he wasn't terribly certain on the wisdom of fighting someone with vastly superior numbers and generals.

Nevertheless, Haiwen was welcomed in the court of Song Jin Ju. He trained, and got acquainted with the various courtiers of both high and low birth. Lord Ju was rather...benevolent. Which immediately meant that he was either going to die, or the rebellion would go up in flames and Haiwen would have to flee to the other side of China in order to not be caught. While leisurely waiting for Lord Ju's requests, Haiwen wondered if any of those "unwashed tribes" would appreciate a good acrobat...
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Yang’s Traveling Train
A small procession, really. He didn’t want to attract too much attention. Thus, they had not brought much. Yang himself, of course, and his bodyguard Bakhman. They had hired a few “local porters” (Employed by Yang as his eyes on the road) of course, but for the most part, the party appeared normal. Thankfully, Heaven had blessed them with good weather, and thus, they traveled quickly. Time was of the essence. And up ahead, the orange flag waved in the wind, showing their destination. Yang stopped, turning to a porter. “Hand me that box. I believe this disguise is no longer of use. If I am to learn anything, I should at least appear to be of note, if not overly important.” Thus, the journeyman’s clothes were changed for his formal attire, and the march towards the Ju continued.
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Postby Eternal Lotharia » Tue Aug 13, 2019 3:34 pm

Danceria wrote:Langye Assembly Grounds, South Shangdong


Bold promises were made by the Lord Governor, now King of the Ju State. Of course Haiwen was only half partial. As a travelling troupe of troubadours, they knew more than anyone else the depravity of not only the Imperial Court, but the courts of various governors beneath them, as well as the roving tribes of barbarians. On the other hand, he wasn't terribly certain on the wisdom of fighting someone with vastly superior numbers and generals.

Nevertheless, Haiwen was welcomed in the court of Song Jin Ju. He trained, and got acquainted with the various courtiers of both high and low birth. Lord Ju was rather...benevolent. Which immediately meant that he was either going to die, or the rebellion would go up in flames and Haiwen would have to flee to the other side of China in order to not be caught. While leisurely waiting for Lord Ju's requests, Haiwen wondered if any of those "unwashed tribes" would appreciate a good acrobat...

Kowani wrote:Yang’s Traveling Train
A small procession, really. He didn’t want to attract too much attention. Thus, they had not brought much. Yang himself, of course, and his bodyguard Bakhman. They had hired a few “local porters” (Employed by Yang as his eyes on the road) of course, but for the most part, the party appeared normal. Thankfully, Heaven had blessed them with good weather, and thus, they traveled quickly. Time was of the essence. And up ahead, the orange flag waved in the wind, showing their destination. Yang stopped, turning to a porter. “Hand me that box. I believe this disguise is no longer of use. If I am to learn anything, I should at least appear to be of note, if not overly important.” Thus, the journeyman’s clothes were changed for his formal attire, and the march towards the Ju continued.


The wind breezed across his face, his fresh stubble moving in the wind. He hadn't initially had a beard, but decided it would be best to appear authoritative to convince other soldiers and generals to defect. His clothes seemed as if they were dancing around him, his Royal Attire flapping through the wind. His Crown moved gently, when he turned his head the beads would shift from side to side.

For how long had he dreamt of power? As long as he could imagine it. How long had he desired to serve the people? Since before he could walk. Indeed, recent events had been dramatically in his favor, his ambition burning brightly, as well as his moral code. Reward the unfortunate and minor offenders, punish the corrupted and tyrants. That was his vision. a land of agriculture, and a centralized structure. His land was so close...

He shook his head. Yet it was still so far. He only had a town, and not a huge one at that. He ended the morning prayer, and disrobed, taking a hot bath. It allowed his mind to rest, and him to for a moment, not feel as if he had as much power as he did-this reduced the stress and burden he felt. He was well-equipped to deal with it, but knew that even the greatest man would snap if he did not allow himself to rest.

After the Bath, he put back on his attire. He walked down to the courtyard. There, a messenger was waiting for him, as well as Haiwen. This was quite odd-the messenger, not Haiwen. It was quite early in the morning for normal town messages to be being sent to him.

"What is it?" He demanded, in a stern voice, but not a hostile one.
The Messenger bowed and kowtowed.
"My lord, a man claiming to be of importance has been sighted near the gates. We have told him to wait, we fear he may be a spy."

How odd. The thought raced through Jin's mind, and he quickly came to a conclusion: This was no spy. The man was too bold, too calm. Yet not arrogant. In the week that had past, it could not have been such a spy. The Imperial Forces would try to engage him in battle first. Thus, it had to be someone of possible use.

"And you left him there?" Jin inquired, his voice turning cold. "Without any proper treatment for a guest? How shameful it must be, treating foreign dignitaries with such disrespect and poor hospitality. I hope I don't hear of such an offense again. Tell the guards to let him in. Give him Water and Food, and a room to rest for his stay, as well as a small gift of perhaps 100 Coins, and a Jade Ball."

The Messenger's voice turned red, and he stammered out a response.
"Y-yes milord!"
Then he began running towards the gate.

Jin pointed at Haiwen.
"You, please escort the visitor with the greatest courtesy. Protect him at all costs. And do not let him out of your sight, lest he be assassinated. I suspect that he has attempted to avoid notice, but he may have been followed. I refuse to let an assassination occur in my court and nation so early. I trust you with this. I will be waiting in the negotiation room."

Jin walked off, too busy deciding how to welcome his guest to have a conversation with Haiwen, but he was not emotional at all, and he had hoped it shined through. He was, however, curious at what this visitor had to offer...
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Postby Danceria » Tue Aug 13, 2019 5:23 pm

Langye Palace, South Shangdong


There was very little Haiwen could do to oppose Lord Ju. Well, he could ignore him, but that would mean turning aside a very profitable venture. Speaking of profit, apparently he needed to keep an eye on this merchant...envoy. Orange flag, was he an emissary from the imperial palace? No, only a couple of weeks went by. They would have sent an army...

"It shall be done, milord." Haiwen bowed, before following the messenger to the man himself. Addressing the man and his train, Haiwen asked. "Are you here to speak with Lord Ju of Langye? Follow us then, he awaits you as a guest under the rights of hospitality. Do nothing to change that, dignitary."

It was the simple change in words that made the difference, as a performer Haiwen knew it well. This man was dressed in finery, and bore similar marks to the occasional treasurers who worked to pay (or dismiss the pay) of his troupe whenever they were around the capital. While never formally having the honour of performing before the Emperor, this of course didn't mean that Haiwen was ignorant to the man's profession, nor his evident stature.
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Postby Kowani » Tue Aug 13, 2019 7:20 pm

Danceria wrote:Langye Palace, South Shangdong


There was very little Haiwen could do to oppose Lord Ju. Well, he could ignore him, but that would mean turning aside a very profitable venture. Speaking of profit, apparently he needed to keep an eye on this merchant...envoy. Orange flag, was he an emissary from the imperial palace? No, only a couple of weeks went by. They would have sent an army...

"It shall be done, milord." Haiwen bowed, before following the messenger to the man himself. Addressing the man and his train, Haiwen asked. "Are you here to speak with Lord Ju of Langye? Follow us then, he awaits you as a guest under the rights of hospitality. Do nothing to change that, dignitary."

It was the simple change in words that made the difference, as a performer Haiwen knew it well. This man was dressed in finery, and bore similar marks to the occasional treasurers who worked to pay (or dismiss the pay) of his troupe whenever they were around the capital. While never formally having the honour of performing before the Emperor, this of course didn't mean that Haiwen was ignorant to the man's profession, nor his evident stature.

Yang smiled, a soft smile that did not quite reach his eyes. He flicked a finger at Bakhman, who preceded to stride off, his feet never quite seeming to touch the ground. Turning back to the man who had greeted them, Yang took him in. His clothes, musculature, manner of speech…An athlete of some sort? “Thank you for the hospitality. I extend my thanks, both to Heaven for watching over us along the way, and your Lord for his kindness. On our way to meet him, would you mind telling me about yourself? I will confess, it is a habit of mine to like to know the local people anywhere I am.”
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Streets of Langye, South Shangdong


"I am a man with two legs, two arms, and two eyes." Haiwen answered neutrally. "No doubt of little concern to a bureaucrat such as yourself. By your robes, the nature of what little cargo you carry with you, and the fact that you could've asked any of those porters you came with-" he gestured to the few that straggled the train when entering the city. "You are either a wealthy merchant, or someone on the Emperor's treasury by my deduction."

Haiwen knew that this man had political say and wealth leagues above his own. As such, he would remain courteous, but detached from any offers that he may have, or directly giving him intelligence on who he may be. Just because he aligned himself with a rebel ruler doesn't mean he was going to allow assassins to attack him.
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