Zhen Luo
Queen of Wei
Empress of China
Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.
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Post by Zhen Luo on Jun 23, 2009 10:02:03 GMT -5
In all of China, there wasn't anything with more grandeur than the palace of Luo Yang. It was as if all the riches in the world had gone into creating the magnificent buildng. The architecture was unparalleled, and every detail had been well planned. The view from the gate was breathtaking. The heavy, yet intricate golden doors were guarded by two large stone tigers. The statues were a gift from Princess Himiko of Japan. The uniting of China under Wei provided Japan with a more stable trading environment and they wanted to extend a gesture of peace between the two nations.
The Palace of Luo Yang was known for its obsidian. It was the only place in all of China to have the black glass like stone. The Wei Kingdom imported the material from all over the world just for this building. The black stone covered the entire floor of the throne room, and formed all of the pillars. Silver was inscribed into the obsidian in elaborate designs, accenting the already beautiful room.
At the head of the room sat two thrones. The larger being for the Emperor of the kingdom, Cao Pi, and the smaller, for the Empress, Zhen Luo. Each chair was made of pure gold, and lined with a royal blue fabric adorned with silver threading. Blue diamonds were set into the gold frames making the thrones absolutely unique from any other.
Royal blue, black and silver drapes hung throughout the throne room so that all eyes were directed upon the heads of the empire. The drapes also hid guards from the view of visitors. Not only did the palace have human guards, but the Empress Zhen Luo had two pet tigers that sat on either side of the royals.
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Cao Pi
King of Wei
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Post by Cao Pi on Jun 23, 2009 13:48:49 GMT -5
Cao Pi strode past the first gate leading into the city, the streets dwarfed by the great imperial palace as it blocked the early light of the day’s sunrise. It seemed odd at first glance; that the emperor himself would have moved alone through the early streets of Luo Yang, gazing in what would be best described as admiration for the people that arose to do the chores of the day.
Beyond the gate, he could see the beginnings of the stables, large hay stacks gathered around the base so that the riders could move them into the storages for later use. To the left was the barracks, a single statue in the front with large double pillared buildings by each side. It was a tall building, nearly the same size as the entrance of the palace, which was probably the largest palace in the entire world.
Ahead of that he saw the early morning children, their hands and feet already dirty having played in the damp mud. It was a sweet sight, a sight filled with meaning, with peace.
His horse came to a stop by the last pen of the stables, a large male coming close to admire and then receive the horse. Its reins were of fine material, golden platter weaved in the thick cloth to show off his wealth and position. The Palace seemed calm that morning, as the first platoon of soldiers came and welcomed their emperor.
“Anything to report?” He muttered, turning past the first few guards and gazing straight at the captain.
“Nothing out of the ordinary, although we have received word from General Hisi, the old governor of Jiang Ling.”
“You mean the useless governor of Jiang Ling.”
The guard offered a smile, one that Cao Pi dismissed as he continued further into the palace’s arched entrance, “So what word has he brought his emperor.” He spoke sternly.
“He said that it was the doing of Lu Meng, from what He has told the scholars inside, Lu Bu, Zhao Yun and Zhou Tai all played key roles in disturbing the station, yet we still haven’t heard how he lost six thousand soldiers to a mere 5 generals.”
Cao Pi nodded as he walked through the main hall, pushing ajar the large golden doors that led him into the throne room. Zhen Luo, or empress Luo was there, as usual – giving attendance to the early mistresses and scholars that followed her stead. He on the other hand dealt more with the political or military affairs of the nation, for all he was concerned, luxury could wait until after Lu Meng’s head was flying on a pike beyond his cities walls.
General Hisi was standing before Empress Luo, his head ducked as the great tigers of Luo Yang stood before him; their teeth greeting in sheer enjoyment at the fear this man showered them with.
“So, what excuse do you bring me?”
The general turned, his face bright red with a fresh set of tears welling beneath his eye-lids. “It wasn’t my fault emperor, I woke up to sudden yelling and shouting, before I could grasp the situation-“
“SILENCE!” Cao Pi snapped, darting his face to the tigers that backed away, cautious of their master’s wrath. “Have you no better excuse, have you no dignity, you come to your emperor in sheer defeat with no real explanation how you lose six thousand of my soldiers!”
He gazed at his wife, his anger still visible even to her, “What would you say is the punishment of a man who betrays his emperor and empress, who allows the enemies of the state to threaten his masters and then to come and grovel like a coward, tell me, my lovely wife – what punishment does this act deserve?”
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Zhen Luo
Queen of Wei
Empress of China
Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.
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Post by Zhen Luo on Jun 23, 2009 15:02:10 GMT -5
General Hisi had been begging for his life from Zhen Luo before Cao Pi stormed into the palace full of rage. She had given him the same answer that the Emperor would. Any man who betrays the kingdom and loses six thousand men to rebels would need to sacrifice his life. Governors were in place for a reason; to keep the city safe and to keep rebels out. General Hisi had faild his duty, and begging and crying would not save him now. There was no way that five rebels could overtake six thousand trained Wei soldiers, not without inside help. General Hisi had to die.
The Empress stood up before the cowering man and pulled a sword from its sheath. She held the end of the blade up to General Hisi's throat.
"Traitors of the empire must die a painful death."
Zhen Luo answered her husbands question without taking her eyes off of the general. The pitiful man could no longer hold in his tears and they began to flow down his cheeks.
"But my family..."
"They will be disposed of as well. Now, remove your armor."
The man dropped to his knees, and Zhen Luo's blade pierced through his skin. Blood began to spill on the floor, and at the scent, Raleigh, the male tiger growled quietly and Rajah, the female licked her lips in anticipation. Both tigers knew what was to come.
"Please....kind Empress....spare me...."
Zhen Luo was finished with the coward in front of her, and she wiped her blade clean of the blood before sheathing it. She knelt in front of the man, placed her hand on his chin and allowed her fingers to touch his blood. Her eyes held his for a moment before she spoke.
"Your armor general. It would be a shame to keep my pets from what they desire most."
With that, the Empress stood back up and walked towards her tigers. She held her hand out to each one in turn, allowing them to lick the blood from her hands. Once their master fed them blood, they were to hunt the owner of it, and kill him.
The two powerful beasts glared hungrily at the piece of meat in front of them. The soft body was cowering on the floor, while non-prey ripped the metal from their food. The metal didn't taste good, and although it did not stop them from killing, it was annoying, so the two tigers were grateful that it was coming off.
Their master had scarcely moved out of their way, before the two animals leapt. The non-prey guards jumped out of the way in time for the tigers to strike. A terrified scream was the last to be heard before the two tigers devoured their meal. Raleighs jaws clamped down on the mans throat, ripping it out, and Rajahs teeth dug into the soft stomach flesh. The two beasts feasted until there was nothing but clothing and bones left of the general that betrayed the Wei Empire.
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Sun Ce
Ruler of Wu
The Blazing Spear that is Wu shall never fade from history, rather diminish into it
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Post by Sun Ce on Jun 23, 2009 16:37:00 GMT -5
~A Take on Betrayal~[/b]
It was a cold brisk morning. Luo Yang’s walls stood tall, Luo Yang’s palace stood magnificent. For the time, all was as it should be. The guards patrolled the streets, stopping only to rest in the barracks while another shift took to the safety of the city. The morning air had a piercing chill sustained within, and thus the people of Luo Yang stayed indoors. As the morning progressed to the rising of the sun, commerce within the city began. Shop keeps started to arrive at the market, farms began to activate, and the palace of Luo Yang lit up. Royal guards were now at every turn, and they multiplied the closer you moved to the palace.
With the arrival of the sun, the morning chill had disappeared, and the city awoke. The market was a thrilling environment where you could lose sight of your very shoulders in the most crowded of spaces. Theaters were presenting a variety of shows, namely the Rise and Fall of Zen, and the Conquest of Wei. It was one of the most mundane days one could expect to see from the capital city. From the outside, all appeared to be at place. From the inside, however, within the palace and within the ranks of Wei, all was not as it should be. Cao Pi, the reigning lord of Wei, had received threats from three warrior-assassins of much talent. They aimed to end the revolving acts of betrayal that had come to be known as normalcy, and they would do so by striking Weidu where it would hurt them the most, and disassemble their pride and their hope. To prevent this strike against the grand glory of Wei, Cao Pi and his officials sent word out that whoever struck the warrior-assassins before they struck him would be rewarded.
Not a week after that claim was made, the great spearman Liao Xian was struck dead by a lone swordsman named Tian Li. His spear, a great oak Qiang, was taken as proof of his fall. As proof of his conquest. Tian Li was a name that then disappeared. Shortly after Liao Xian had died, a man named Po Ang arrived on the doorstep of the other two warrior-assassins. Using a tactic of deceit and betrayal, he carefully and gradually tricked the two lovers into believing the other was claimed in battle. In the classic tragedy of the death of a lover, Po Ang indirectly took the lives of both remaining assassins. Upon his victory, he disappeared, taking with him the two hook swords the lovers shared, Lucresenth and Avyentheo.
Neither Tian Li nor Po Ang had been heard from since. Yet, as odd as it was that they heroically aided the kingdom of Wei, it was even stranger that a man rode into Luo Yang this day with both hook swords and the Qiang Spear.
He was a young man, that was obvious even though he covered half his face with a scarf that stood over his mouth and nose. An olive green headband with the character of ‘sword’ wrapped around his head, and his hair was tied up behind that. He wore black robes that were tied tight by a belt around his waist, keeping them from flying too free.
His left hand reached up to the saddle as he took hold of his sheathed blade, lowering it to his side. His blade was a broadsword, a long dual-bladed sword with a slit in the middle. Tied to the belt at his waist were the hook swords of the assassin lovers, the Black-Hilt Blade and Avyentheo. Strapped to his back was the Qiang spear of Liao Xian. He ascended the stairway leading to the palace, receiving a mixed assortment of signals from the guards. As he entered the palace, he made his way to the throne while allowing the guards to take his broadsword, but refusing to surrender the hook swords or the spear due to the fact that they were ‘gifts for his majesty.’
Upon entering the throne room, he came to a halt, awaiting the guards to escort him to speak to Cao Pi. After he was presented as an unknown swordsman to Cao Pi, he announced himself proper.
“Your highness, Lord Cao Pi. I thank thee for thy welcoming. I have come so that I can see thy head rest upon thy pillow with no fear of whom might strike.”
The young man bowed his head, waiting for the escort.
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Cao Pi
King of Wei
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Post by Cao Pi on Jun 23, 2009 17:17:45 GMT -5
Cao Pi turned to the speaker, only to see a handful of men scattering around, positioning themselves as to protect their emperor. The man who had once betrayed him was now a mixture of torn flesh and exposed bone, his features long gone in a final expression of pain and misery.
Zhen Luo stood beyond him, sitting back in the throne, wearing nothing but a smug expression as she’d enjoyed watching the event. She was sweet, regardless of her barbaric tastes.
“Maids, please be-rid the stench that fills our halls.”
Cao Pi’s composure had returned back to normal, during the time between watching the attack and hearing this newcomers praise, he spoke well, almost too well in fact – considering he’d never even seen this man before.
“As for you good sir, please come forth.”
He gazed at the weapons, noticing the fine brands and crests that resided upon each hilt and each surface, they were indeed fine weapons, used mainly by assassins, it arose a series of questions, some of which were rather personal to the inner founding’s of his Kingdom.
He waited, patiently as the maids removed the corpse, behind each throne were the resting tigers, conveniently hidden from sight.
“Come no closer than 200 paces and present your business, stranger - perhaps the first question you may answer is who you are and why you come baring weapons.”
He did not speak sternly, nor was there a trace of hesitation or concern in his voice; he was calm – safe in the knowledge of his own blade that sat beside him at all times.
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Sun Ce
Ruler of Wu
The Blazing Spear that is Wu shall never fade from history, rather diminish into it
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Post by Sun Ce on Jun 23, 2009 17:52:13 GMT -5
“Maids, please be-rid the stench that fills our halls.”
Cao Pi had heard the announcements both of his court official and of the young man himself. The young man entered the palace unsure of what was happening, and his mind was occupied far too much to notice what was occuring here only minutes before he arrived. As Cao Pi ordered his servants to rid the hall of the foul stench, he was able to put the pieces together. A man had been killed in the most grotesque of ways for offending Wei's reigning king and queen. Such would be enough to throw any man off his mission, but not the one in the presence of Cao Pi this day. His heart skipped not a beat, as he progressed.
“As for you good sir, please come forth.”
The young man began to stride toward the throne.
“Come no closer than 200 paces and present your business, stranger - perhaps the first question you may answer is who you are and why you come baring weapons.”
The man slowed his steps. At 200 paces, he stopped. He surveyed his surroundings. The palace was grand, being in its presence was as overwhelming a feeling as one could come to expect. The guards continued to survey the palace, yet the throne room itself was surprisingly hollowed from their watchful eyes. The King of Wei spoke calmly. Much calmer then the young weapons-bearer had expected him to. After all, how often did a king greet a man who had two swords and a spear in plain sight of him?
But the King had inquired him as to why he carried weapons in the palace, and the young man would not keep him waiting. There was, of course, a reason he was here as well.
He kneeled at two hundred paces. That was very far away. The King did not trust him, and he needed to erase that distrust. It was so far, he had to speak in a calm shout so that his words would not fall on unsure ears.
On his knees, he reached to his back and grasped the Qiang Spear that rest there. Bowing to Cao Pi, he stretched his arms out long and placed the spear a few feet infront of himself.
"This spear is a tool of an warrior. This spear is the tool of an assassin. This spear is the tool of Liao Xian, and Liao Xian is a man who wanted thou dead. And Liao Xian is a man thou wanted dead.
"He was a powerful foe. When I found him, I learned I was too late. A group of bandits who wished to fill their pockets with reward found him first, and I strolled up to a surrounded man. I stayed out of the fight, as I knew that a few thugs with cheap swords would be no match for a powerful warrior. As they came, he sent them down even faster then I had expected. That is when I stepped forth.
"Liao Xian was a holy man, and I saw him drop to his knees to guide those men he killed to the heavens before he fought with me. I waited for him, and as he rose to his feet, we looked eachother in the eye. I cleared my mind, as did he. The two of us focused on the present, we blacked out our surroundings and saw only our blades and our opponent. That is when the fight ensued.
"Never had I fought so powerful a man. With each thrust I could feel the air part ways to escape the fury of his blade. With each swipe I could hear the roar of the tigers that propelled his might. With each block, my knees buckled. With such an active and mighty warrior on such an active offense, I knew that all I could do is take the form of the Crane.
"The Crane is one of the wisest of animals. While most cry and roar to scare their prey, the crane sits motionless. The Crane does not alert them, rather he becomes one with the enviornent. When his prey gets close, only then does he strike. At the most opportune time, he lunges and claims his prey. I will not insult thy wisdom, King of Wei, by speaking more of this tale. Thou surely know how Liao Xian fell to my blade.
"I bring this spear as prrof. Liao Xian, one of three warrior-assassins that claimed thy life as endangered, is no more."
The young swordsman again lowered his head, bowing to Cao Pi. As his head sunk to the floor, he noticed the sword at Cao Pi's side. That was of no matter for now, he waited to see what the fair King would say.
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Zhang He
Warrior of Wei
Fight To Protect The Ones You Love
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Post by Zhang He on Jun 23, 2009 18:07:11 GMT -5
As Zhang begun to move down one of the smaller roads that would lead him to the palace, he would happen to come across a small dwelling that from the outside looks like it was attacked, after a few moments Zhang decided to dismount and have a look as Zhang was walking into the dwelling he comes to the main room which has been overturned, it looks like a fight had happened here.
As Zhang was looking around the main room a member of his personnel guard came running in and begins to address Zhang saying “Lord Zhang. We have found someone you may wish to see, we caught him a few moments ago I think he is the one who coursed this mess.
With that Zhang begins to move around to the back of the house towards the stables, as Zhang Draws closer the first view that comes to his eyes is a young man standing over a body with a bloody sword in his hand, any one could see that this man killed this girl but for what reason and why.
Zhang then walks up to the young man and begins to say to him,”So tell me why did you kill this girl what did she ever do to you to warrant her death, Zhang was holding in his rage encase he killed the young man, “You are coming with me to see the emperor I bet he would love to hear how you killed this girl.
After a long ride up the road Zhang and is party arrive at the doors to the palace, Zhang then walks up to the emperor and said’s to him. “Im sorry to trouble you my lord but this man murdered a young girl,
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Cao Pi
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Post by Cao Pi on Jun 23, 2009 20:18:13 GMT -5
Cao Pi gazed at the young swordsman, his words mingled between the word ‘Liao Xian’ and the following story that had taken place. It seemed, if anything, as surreal, as if there was a lot more hidden between the loose chapters that were being said.
He tried not to over rationalise the story however and took a moment to release the clasping hand that had somehow found its way to his chin. He lowered it, pushing his body up a little to fix the slumped stature he had been holding.
“Advance 50 paces and lower the weapon.”
He spoke as calmly as he had before, almost dismissing the story, until he turned to Zhen Luo.
“Liao Xian ey.” He turned back to the young swordsman, his brow raised. “He is indeed a wanted man, a man who had threatened the empire and its people. It feels me with joy to see his weapon before me, however, Liao Xian was a man of great talent, stories had proclaimed him as the best, to think that the crane would have defeated him so quickly is somewhat astonishing, maybe the rumours were a bit of an exaggeration, no?”
He smiled a little, waving a hand, “Now that you’re a little closer, why don’t you finish this story of yours, you still have two weapons to explain.”
His eyes turned to a small metal chest that had been situated in the far corner by the guards, within the chest was gold, a total of 10,000, his eyes gazed at its lock before returning to meet the man who had slain one of his many enemies.
Then, out of nowhere, the door to the throne opened and Zhang He walked in, he bowed before the empress and emperor as was custom and stated his business. It was another murder case, one that he had already heard reports about from the early watch, a woman had gone missing, which he know knew where too.
“Well.” He started, his mood suddenly changing, “Inform the family of the girl and arrange for the man to be publically executed for murder, speak with the man’s family too, and if you suspect anything about them – you have my permission to have them hung in front of the criminal on the day of the execution.”
He turned back to the young swordsman, before slipping out the last word.
“And well done, that’s the third criminal you’ve found this week, keep up the good work General Zhang.”
He smiled, yet his eyes never left the young swordsman’s for too long.
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Gao Lan
Warrior of Wei
The whole world is a stage
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Post by Gao Lan on Jun 23, 2009 20:40:28 GMT -5
*The palace doors burst open with a thunderous enthusiasm halting for a moment the monotonous ramblings of the palace entourage. A whistle is blown and several armed guards burst through brandishing their spears as if on parade. They line themselves up either side of the double doors and begin beating their breasts in tandem. Between them a lowly herald slowly but confidently marches toward the high rulers with a cocky smile plastered across his smug face. He elaborately bows to the Wei elite and clears his throat theatrically as if addressing an uneducated mob entertained by show business before speaking*
"esteemed nobility! it is with the utmost pleasure and privilege I introduce to you the peoples champion! His strength and bravery is only equalled by his magnificence and splendour! A god amongst men, mine and your hero! The one and the only Gao Lan!"
*The toybox soldiers cheer as if quite literally they had been trained in the art of cheering. At that very moment through the golden archway exotic barbarian dancers twirling silk about their tanned luscious bodies as if they were possessed by some erotic fantasy wove their sexual appeal upon the court. They were shameless and offended greatly the conservative element, but all eyes could not help but be enticed by their sensuality. This was a mere prelude to the 'main attraction' though, the ever decadent Gao Lan reclining on a sedan chair carried by some very large and very shiny dark men, completely naked except for a tiny loin cloth that did not hide their enormous genitalia in the slightest. They marched onwards stopping dead at the head of the troop line slowly lowering the 'heroic' Gao Lan whom hopped off his lordly privilege and raising his arms to the air twirled and absorbed the false adulation from his men and retinue. Finally he bowed as an actor would to thank his appreciative audience before addressing her majesty and her majesty alone*
"Your royal highness, merely being in your presence is a gift from the heavens, My God your beauty is painful, My Queen, my life, my world, you are the crucifix of Venus and I am your humble servant ready to unleash your wrath upon these treacherous dogs!"
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Sun Ce
Ruler of Wu
The Blazing Spear that is Wu shall never fade from history, rather diminish into it
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Post by Sun Ce on Jun 23, 2009 21:19:26 GMT -5
As he spoke, the young swordsman knew he had the attention of his host. At 200 paces he had to speak loudly to reach his audience. At 200 paces, he was an untrusted guest and nothing more. By the end of the day, the young man hoped he'd become something much, much more. He looked up to the emperor, who seemed to be dissecting the story he had just heard. Clearly, a man so wise to become an emperor did not do so by being a fool. The young man in his presence did not underestimate him in the least.
“Advance 50 paces and lower the weapon.”
Cao Pi invited his guest closer. The Qiang Spear was a mighty weapon, and surely had caught the eye of the emperor himself. But clearly, the weapon did not draw his attention as much as the name of he who wielded it. Liao Xian.
“He is indeed a wanted man, a man who had threatened the empire and its people. It feels me with joy to see his weapon before me," Cao Pi said, "However, Liao Xian was a man of great talent, stories had proclaimed him as the best, to think that the crane would have defeated him so quickly is somewhat astonishing, maybe the rumors were a bit of an exaggeration, no?”
The guest looked up to Cao Pi, smiling while presenting his case.
"When a man of might and logic gains a name, he can be a greater weapon then any sword, and even a greater weapon then the human mind. Perhaps it was his name that had been so mighty, or perhaps it was a lucky strike that tore him down. Unfortunately, thy majesty was not in the presence of the battle and could not witness it first hand. Perhaps, if anything at all, thou could rest easy knowing he was my greatest foe."
The young man advanced fifty paces as he spoke, and once he arrived he dropped once more to a knee.
“Now that you’re a little closer," Cao Pi said, "Why don’t you finish this story of yours, you still have two weapons to explain.”
Given his order, the man reached to his waist, and unfastened a knot that tied two weapons to his belt. Taking hold of one, he presented it to the emperor.
"This blade is one that I have taken quite a fascination of. It was smithed by a man of great talent, and it is with great care that its holders have taken. The blade, under sunlight, can be a piercing light. The hilt, wrapped in black leather, has given it the characteristic name of the 'Black-Hilt Blade.' It is a Tian hook sword, but the blade continues through the hook itself, allowing a thrust to be as deadly as with any other sword."
Holding the blade in hand, he executed a thrust into air, showing the emperor just what he was talking about.
"But Black-Hilt Black is just a name it has been given by the naked tongue. It's true name is the Lucresenth. It belonged once to a mighty monk swordsman. This monk was one of the men who wished to see thy dead. This monk is now in the same state thy ordered him to be. This monk is now dead.
"But it is not by my hand that his life escaped him. With this very sword, he stole his very own life. "
The young man could easily have kept going. But instead, he chose to stop and allow the emperor to question him. Perhaps, he thought, the emperor himself has a theory as to why the assassin took his own life.
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Lu Meng
Rebel Warrior
General of something amazing!
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Post by Lu Meng on Jun 24, 2009 2:31:56 GMT -5
The guards posted upon the walls of Luo Yang went about their daily duties of scanning the city perimeter. Peering over the walls they could see farmers in the fields and even some children playing nearby. When they looked toward the city interior, where the grand palace was located, they could see the bustling streets and smoke rising from shops as well as houses. Truly, they felt a bit of peace and safety that had not been enjoyed by many for quite some time. Unfortunately, that feeling would be shattered in an instant. The walls of Luo Yang started to tremble as if an earthquake had struck the area and in the distance a massive dust cloud was rising to the heavens. It meant only one thing......... "Quickly, sound the alarm!" Near the gate was a large bell and a guard moved quickly to smash it, signalling that the city was under attack. The peasants outside the city were already running for their lives, heading toward the city for shelter as a horde of blue banners spread across the landscape. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ "Zhang, we should talk about this." At the head of an army 50,000 strong was Cao Zhang, third son of Cao Cao and therefore brother of the new Emperor. Also present was his relative, Cao Chun, who was the younger cousin to his father and a strategist named Fu Mao. Cao Chun was trying to talk sense into Zhang the entire way from Chang An, but the young general would not hear it. Fu Mao, who had been sent to aid Zhang at Chang An, had voiced his opinion on the matter many times. He thought that Cao Zhang should take the opportunity and attack to seize the land for himself while possessing the large northwestern force of Wei. It seemed Zhang thought the same thing. "Do not bother, uncle" he said, pulling the reins of his war horse. "I told you why we are here."Both Chun and Zhang wore elaborate armor with long red capes. Their helmets had gold crests as well as long red plumes and both rode magnificent steeds. Fu Mao wore a blue strategist robe and rode a few paces behind the two leaders. "Indeed, it is time that you realized your destiny" Mao stated, riding up closer to the others. "Imagine how proud your father would be." Behind the three officers was a large group of elite cavalry followed by an endless ocean of infantry. The dragon insignia upon the cavalry banners meant that Cao Cao's elite unit had arrived at the capital. He had placed Cao Chun in command of the famed Dragon Cavalry which had gained many past victories for Wei. Now, they were facing down the son of their creator. "Please, do not do this" Chun begged, one more time, hoping to sway Zhang. However, again it would not work. Cao Zhang raised a fist to the sky and the entire army began to slow to a halt. Upon the walls, they could see guards running to inform others. Below, they could see the remaining workers moving through Luo Yang's gates to safety. "Come with me."Fu Mao looked toward Cao Chun before they both began to follow Cao Zhang toward the gates. Standing there, as the three approached on horses, were two guards who may or may not have sh*t themselves at this point. Their fear was almost replaced by confusion as Cao Pi's own brother rode closer. One of the guards looked to his comrade. He did not know what to do. There seemed to be a threat by an enormous army, yet a high ranking officer and Cao family member was seeking entrance. The guards did not even speak, they simply signalled for the gates to open and the three men moved into the city. "I have missed this place" Chun said, looking around. Cao Zhang was also thinking of his past in the city, but quickly pushed it out of his mind as they moved closer to the palace. He would have to face his brother and he could not have any emotional memories clouding his decision. The riders reached the bottom of the palace stairs and dismounted. Zhang grabbed the double headed spear from his horse and started up the stairs before the others which did not sit well with Cao Chun. He was not sure of Zhang's true intentions yet. The young warrior stated they were there to mourn the loss of his father, but the presence of such an overwhelming army said otherwise. All three men ascended the stairs and when they reached the top two guards stood in front of the door. It seemed the Emperor's security was not on alert because they immediately opened the doors. Did Cao Pi not fear for the loss of his new empire? Did he put it past his younger brother who possessed an army that could end him and the city? No, it was almost as if he was awaiting his arrival. The grand doors to the palace swung open and Cao Zhang entered within, weapon in hand. He noticed that his brother had some company as there were multiple warriors present, but he paid them no mind. His focus was on the man straight ahead of him and he moved forward undaunted by the now influx of guards into the room. Both of Zhen Luo's tigers got to their feet, becoming concerned at the approaching figure with a weapon. Cao Chun and Fu Mao followed behind Zhang, passing by the guests, but they halted a good distance from the animals which were fear inspiring. Cao Zhang showed no fear of the tigers as he approached ever closer to his sibling. He was now a mere 10 yards or so from Cao Pi and he raised his spear, pointing toward the Emperor. "Brother......."
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Zhen Luo
Queen of Wei
Empress of China
Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.
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Post by Zhen Luo on Jun 24, 2009 9:22:08 GMT -5
The big cats devoured the hunk of flesh while the eyes of everyone in the palace were drawn to the scene. It was human instinct to watch, no matter how horrible or bloody things got. Death by being eaten alive was one of the worst a person could have, and everyone hoped that it never had to happen to them.
Rajah finished first, and she jumped up the few steps to where her master sat patiently. She rubbed her head against Zhen Luo’s leg, and a soft purr began in her throat when she felt a hand upon her head. Raleigh wouldn’t leave a meal until every bit of meat was licked clean from the bones. He made sure his prey was good and dead before leaving the remains for the maids to clean up. Once he was finished, Raleigh chose a large bone and carried it in his teeth to where Cao Pi stood. He dropped the bone at his feet and rubbed his entire body against the male master, purposely knocking Cao Pi off balance before returning to Zhen Luo and Rajah.
Not long after the ‘feast’ had ended, the large golden doors began to open to allow a stranger to enter. The Empress signaled for both tigers to move behind the large thrones so that they would be hidden from whoever came to call.
Cao Pi received the man and the two exchanged words. Zhen Luo sat back in her throne listening to the stories the man spoke of. She was grateful that a few of their enemies were dead, but it wasn’t something to rejoice about. These so called assassins would never have gotten far within the capital city.
She smiled when one of her Wei Generals, Zhang He, brought in a peasant man who had murdered a young girl. The city of Luo Yang should be a safe place for all, and murderers were not welcome.
It was the entrance of another man that caught her eye; his entourage provided the royal palace with a bit of entertainment. Exotic dancers, and men in loin cloths were a sight all women loved to see at some point in their lives; but it was somewhat strange that the show was being put on in the throne room of a royal palace.
The man whom the show was centered around, stepped down from his caravan and addressed Zhen Luo, virtually ignoring the Emperor.
“Good sir, your compliments are most appreciated, and I am honored that you wish to serve the great kingdom of Wei.”
Zhen Luo folded her hands together in her lap and closed her eyes.
“Forgive me for asking, but, how are we to know your intentions are true? There have been many a warrior who have declared loyalty to the throne, yet try to assassinate us. How am I to know where you stand?
The Empress had scarcely finished addressing Gao Lan when her jealous brother-in-law burst into the throne room. Cao Zhang had his spear pointed at Cao Pi, and the look on his face was anything but friendly. Within seconds, Zhen Luo was on her feet with her sword drawn, and both Raleigh and Rajah sprung from behind the thrones, growling dangerously. The large animals placed themselves between the intruder and Cao Pi, not letting Zhang get within 5 spear lengths of their master.
Zhen Luo moved up and stood between her two pets. She pointed her sword at the Cao family member and narrowed her eyes.
“How dare you…
She spoke so low that only Cao Zhang could hear and took a step towards him. Raleigh and Rajah moved with her; and their angry growls still came from their throats.
“How dare you come into my home and threaten the Emperor of China. That is an offense punishable by death – family or not, I don’t care who you are.”
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Cao Pi
King of Wei
Emperor of China
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Post by Cao Pi on Jun 24, 2009 9:34:12 GMT -5
Cao Pi sat with a smile, his face contorted like some strange wax model that could be seen in the gloomy shows played within the palaces chambers at night. He had gazed at the young swordsman for a long time now, listening to his poetic tale, or rather – his heroic tale, never once parting his eyes or diverting his attentions for too long a time.
There was something...terribly wrong with this swordsman, whether it was just the story he spoke of or just the strange way he approached him he could not yet tell, but he was steadily becoming weary of this general, as if something within the back of his mind was telling him to watch out.
Then, as if the new saga of this tale was revealed, the man bowed, revealing the next sword. It was a hook sword, with a fine blade and a hilt covered in black leather. It was in fact a more central blade, used mainly within tactical formations or to sweep at the legs of horses during advanced combat. The blades were a little shorter then what was given to soldiers, used for personal use within a tightened grip. It was more suited for an assassin and that was when he had heard the other words that startled his mind ‘wise monk’.
He gazed a little longer, trying so hard to put every piece of this puzzle together, then – as quickly as the swordsman could, he thrashed forth the hook blade, explaining his point by showing off its deadly thrust.
“It is.” He started, pausing only to catch a glimpse at the man’s eyes, “A masterpiece.”
He smiled, although he had wondered why exactly? Was it not the beginnings of fear that had sparked in his chest, or were these feelings merely those of great anticipation? He could not tell.
“So let me guess.” He rose a little from his throne, almost edging forward as if to stand, then he moved back, as if he had merely moved by mistake. “The monk swordsman had found himself in a predicament, one that even he couldn’t withstand, an assassin, or even a great swordsman have weaknesses, am I to assume that you defeated this man, or was it that the death of Liao Xian brought an end to his plans, so that the only alternative way to exist in the ways he had set, was to commit suicide, as an offering to the heavens for failing in his duty?”
He smiled, almost hoping his theory was correct, “But then you have a second sword yet to present, so maybe there is more to this story of yours.” He started smiling manically, as if enthused by these tales, he had remembered listening to familiar stories by his father, way before Wei had marched south into Wu or Shu. Back then, the days seemed to last forever, he’d play out with his brothers, looking for girls or sparring in the quarters, it was a shame he never won many of the duels. He was, as his father said, a political strategist, a man with cunning, with intelligence and pride.
It was his father’s death that had changed the Emperor so much, it seemed almost sad to think of how he would once march the streets, filled with pride and joy. Those days seemed non-existent now, as if something dark was always hanging onto his shoulders, weighing his bones down.
He turned when the door slapped open, a parade of men marching in, singing their woeful songs and celebrating in the way that only the rich could. It almost felt sickening; to listen to those cursed words and tunes. But it had been Gao Lan’s idea, and he, who had been the initiator, stood before empress Luo and offered compliments on her beauty.
He smiled. “I do wish you’d train your slave as you would your pets, my dear.”
He laughed aloud, but then turned back suddenly at the swordsman; he could hear the walls and palace shake, as if a gentle earthquake had began to sprout near his kingdoms walls, it lasted for a few minutes and then stopped, as if it was abruptly put on hold.
He looked past the young swordsman and the doors suddenly edged open, three men barged within the castles throne room, their weapons drawn. He was happy to notice that one of them was to be his dear brother, Cao Zhang, a general who had been left out of the succession of heir. No doubt he had come seeking revenge for losing what he probably assumed was his by right.
It mattered not that he had been admitted, after all – Cao Zhang had stayed low after Cao Cao’s death, it was no wonder that the guards had allowed him entrance, after all, he is a member of the Cao family – and all outside of the palace walls know the dangers of upsetting one of their kind, especially those closely related to Cao Pi himself.
He turned back to Zhen Luo, listening intently to what was being said around him, the tigers had approached his brother, their teeth chattering with an intent matching their queens ferocity. He on the other hand, merely smiled at this display of arms.
“Please be seated Empress.”
He spoke firmly, but without hesitation, his eyes had not once met his wife, who protected him as best she could when together. It was a romantic gesture, but he didn’t require protecting, not from this man anyway.
“As for you...my dearest brother.” He smiled, although his composure and the tone of his voice were far from friendly, it resembled one of those cynical smirks an emperor gives before dashing head first with an extended blade. Sadly, that part never followed suit, the emperor merely took a few steps forward, the tigers now only inches away.
“Why do you stand before me with an extended blade, how is it that I must be received with such....HOSTILITY.” His voice fared suddenly, his hand slipping to the hilt of his blade.
“Father made you a commander, a great one at that, but he made be Emperor....what reason are you tod enounce his verdict and spoil popular decision – who are you, my dear brother, to threaten me in my own palace.”
He drew the blade, but stepped forward again, he was at the point where if Cao Zhang had lunged his body far enough, he may have impaled the emperor’s throat, but that achievement wouldn’t be so easily granted, especially with the tigers still between the two.
“If you wish to kill me, then try. If you will accept the fate the heavens bestowed upon us, then drop your spear and remove that army you have crawling outside my city walls.”
He smiled again, but this time his eyes glanced a little towards the young swordsman.
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Lu Meng
Rebel Warrior
General of something amazing!
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Post by Lu Meng on Jun 24, 2009 12:02:49 GMT -5
Within the palace, tension in the air was so thick it could have been cut with a knife. As soon as Zhen Luo approached, with blade drawn, Cao Chun and Fu Mao instinctively moved their hands toward the pommels of their swords. It would be foolish to even draw them, as doing so would certainly be a death sentence. Even if they could cut Cao Pi down, or Zhen Luo, there were another 50 men to contest with.
Cao Zhang never flinched, even with the hot, blood tainted, breath of Luo's tigers reaching him.......they were that close. He still continued to stare at Pi with evil intent in his eyes, weapon ready.
As was so typical of his brother, Pi showed no fear and even smirked at Zhang. Oh, he was so cocky.
Zhen Luo was gently urged away from Zhang, with a few words from the Emperor. She moved away, reluctantly, leaving her beloved exposed to what could be the enemy. Still, the tigers were present to protect him if necessary.
Pi descended the remaining stairs and drew his own weapon. The two stood face to face with neither seeming to back down and that meant an inevitable clash.
Cao Chun was so close to speaking out, hoping to sway one of the two as he was also family. However, he knew better than to interrupt.
"Ziwen, it is time! Strike him down and claim the throne for yourself!"
The speaker was Fu Mao, who had been telling Zhang to attack Luo Yang for months. Silence again gripped the palace as what had just been said sank in.
Cao Zhang's gaze was finally snapped by Fu Mao's words. His eyes slid slowly to the left and his ears honed in on the location.
In one quick movement, Zhang spun to the right bringing his spear around to strike. Cao Chun's eyes shot open, seeing his life flash before his own eyes as the spear raced toward him. However, it was not meant for his throat.
The blade sliced right through Fu Mao's neck and sent blood splatters toward the palace curtains. Zhen Luo was mad at Cao Zhang for his entrance and audacity, but now she would really be p*ssed.
Zhang watched the body of his former strategist fall to the obsidian floor below. Crimson liquid flowed from Mao's neck and slowly created a puddle around him. It seemed the two tigers would be eating well today.
Ziwen turned to Cao Pi and stared at him one more time, never saying a single word until now.
"My brother......my Emperor" he said, lowering his spear and placing it upon the floor.
He got to his feet and removed his helmet, revealing long black hair.
"I had no intention of challenging you or father's wishes. My army is now under your command, as am I."
Cao Chun could finally breath again. Still, he hoped that his presence could be forgotten. Neither he nor Zhang were safe just yet as Cao Pi was known to be unpredictable and often cruel.
Zhang would let the events play out and then he would inform his brother of the recent raids surrounding Tian Shui.
~Fu Mao has been slain by Cao Zhang!!
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Sun Ce
Ruler of Wu
The Blazing Spear that is Wu shall never fade from history, rather diminish into it
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Post by Sun Ce on Jun 24, 2009 14:23:13 GMT -5
The situation had shifted. Rather then the guest of the hall presenting his story, Cao Pi now held the reigns.
“So let me guess.” Cao Pi said, leaning back while attempting to assume what had become of the swordsman that once held the Black-Hilt Blade, “The monk swordsman had found himself in a predicament, one that even he couldn’t withstand, an assassin, or even a great swordsman have weaknesses, am I to assume that you defeated this man, or was it that the death of Liao Xian brought an end to his plans, so that the only alternative way to exist in the ways he had set, was to commit suicide, as an offering to the heavens for failing in his duty?”
The young swordsman lifted his head, nodding in a rewarding way. For hearing nothing more then the introduction and closing, the emperor was not that far off from how the two came to be connected.
“But then you have a second sword yet to present," Cao Pi said, a crooked smile crossing his face, "So maybe there is more to this story of yours.”
The young man, now 150 paces away from the emperor, did not need to shout, but rather address himself in an audible tone. Indeed, with each word of each story he told, he'd gain a little bit more of the emperor's trust. The empress herself also came in to give her share of kind words to the otherwise unknown warrior who tread their halls this day. He bowed his head while placing Lucresenth on the ground a foot infront of him while reaching at his side to the final weapon he had come with.
"This blade," Said the swordsman, holding out a second hooks sword of much similarity to the first, "Is the second of a set of two, a fine compliment to the Black-Hilt Blade. This blade belonged to the daughter of a great Wei general. A good friend of thy majesty, if I can recall. She was the mistress of the monk warrior, Shi Yu Chen. She also fell to a blade by her own hand, which I steered not by force, but by deceit. To get both warrior-assassins to fall prey to their own demise, it took much careful planning, and much time.
"Their village was not far from here. Northwest of Hu Lao Gate, high in the mountainous planes, they resided within a monastery where they practiced the art of the sword and its teachings. I went there a year ago to set my plan into action. At first, I was to seduce Mistress Ji to destroy the trust between the two, but their love was absolute. That was the spur to prick the sides of my next ploy.
"I had become a prized student of Shi Yu Chen, who I could nearly call my equal. I masked much of my talent, as there would be a proper time to unmask such. A few men loyal to me from my province dressed as men of Wei, and I leaked information into the village that Wei's armies themselves were marching toward them. The mighty masters of the monastery would not be able to fight side-by-side, rather they were split at opposite sides of the village. The night before the raid, I challenged my master to gain Lucresenth, as the spiritual man believed a sword was bound through body and soul, and the only way to gain it would be to tear it from his soul itself.
"I gained the blade by defeating Shi Yu Chen, yet neither of us were harmed in the duel. The attack led both masters to be highly occupied, so I left the attention of my master and rode to Mistress Ji with the Black-Hilt Blade. As I showed it to her, I told her that Chen's path had been intertwined with that of an arrow, and that he sent me to return Lucresenth with it's parter blade. She used the swords to return her soul to her partner's.
"But Shi Yu Chen was not dead yet, and Mistress Ji was fooled. She was none the wiser to the fact that her lover was bested in the art of swordplay, and she believed that to lose Lucresenth truly meant he had fell to the evils of war. Returning the blade that now rests in my hands to Master Chen, he drove the blades into his chest as well.
"I left the mountain village with both Lucresenth and it's partner blade, Avyentheo, leaving the village in a sea of the plume of black arrows."
The young swordsman held one of the hook swords in each hand, lifting his head with his shoulders to bring his gaze up to Cao Pi while still kneeling.
"Thy majesty would be pleased to see thy enemies fall in such a foolish manner."
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