Arco
Peon
One shot, one kill...
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Post by Arco on Jun 18, 2006 12:31:11 GMT -5
*It didn't took long for horse and man to arrive at the village the commotion came from. As he got a full view of the village, Arco ordered his horse to slow down to a medium trot. As they both drew closer to the village, Arco spotted a large crowd of men, all having gathered around one specific person. A few thoughts crossed his mind and a little while later, a gentle smile appeared on his face. Not affected by any form of impatience, he decided to not increase his horse's pace and just enjoyed his surroundings.*
*It was, as he had predicted earlier. Birds were singing there most beautiful song, while now and then, while the sun enlightened everything, not held back by a single cloud. Now and then, a gentle breeze would make the high temperature more bearable. Arco watched the bundles of grass for a while, waving from left to right and then overlooked the entire landscape. The area was so peaceful, in contrast with the oncoming wars and slaughter. For a second, he almost got emotional because of it, but by that time, the sounds coming from the crowd caught his attention again. His face turned to his front again and with mixed feelings, he entered the village.*
*The people in front of him seemed both friend and enemy. At one side, Arco saw a bunch of happy people, hoping for better times, at the other, he saw war-like persons, ready to confirm that hope with hostility to anyone in the way of their cause. Still on his horse, he made his way into the crowd of people, in an attempt to reach the man his eyes had made out to be the leader of this band, even though he knew he probably wouldn't be able to reach him that easy.*
(was meant to be one post, but exams give me few time to type my posts...)
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Zhang Jiao
Peon
"'Tis true that it shan't be easy, but I have strength yet to fight for the Heavens!"
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Post by Zhang Jiao on Jun 19, 2006 19:31:59 GMT -5
Officers of the Yellow Turban
"..And that is why the evil dragon, now defeated by Sun Tzu's wagon. Magic lore and stout heart, can never be destroyed, so long as you push your cart!" Menacingly standing up, he soon succumbed to the playful laughter of the children around him, despite his scary faces. Sitting around, by one of the camps, telling stories.. and old hobby of his. As always, young children made the greatest of listeners... when they felt like it. Their parents too looked warmly, most of them stooped back towards the back of the tent. Outside, still more cheering was heard, the crackling of fat over the bonfires, and the smell of meats and other foods still high in the air. Celebration. It was true that they were small, and fairly unrecognizable... but China had yet to see how much talent they had in their forces.
Musing to himself, he nodded to the children who thanked him for the stories and poems, and went outside, just in time to see a man with flaming red hair, with a similar attire to.. Richard. It had become apparent to Zhang Jiao that he wasn't all too well received, considering the cold shoulder given to him, but Richard pulled the man down from his horse, and introduced the man as Leon, to Zhang Jiao. Clasping his hands together, as if in prayer, he bowed as well to Leon in turn, though his smile was crispy, his eyes more observant then anything. "It's... quite alright. No need to apologize. For 'tis it not the right of a free man to cast his opinion, should he be faced with new ideals? 'Tis what makes us Chinese." All the while, Zhang Jiao kept looking at the man, the smile growing more friendly. There was much talent in this man.. if he would not stay, it would be a pity, but much good could come from this man, should he stay.
It was boring being on watch. The unarmed horsemen was just trotting here and there, not even following the path of the road, just enjoying the breeze, the smell of cooking meat saturating the air. By God, he was going to enjoy himself, when his shift was over?- Huh? A lone travellar came in transversing the road.. composing himself, the man trotted over, quietly accompanying the man, with a big wave. "Greetings sir.. may I help you?"
OOC: Huangfu Yuan, this paragraph is directed at you.
Yet, it was not long, before Zhang Jiao whirled around to see another man addressing him. He had become well known in the first rebellion.. yet, he was suprised that people still knew of him, and indeed were growing in support of him. This new man, came before him, bowing, asking to help him. Shaking his head, he put his hands on the shoulder of this man, and pulled him up. "My child... I accept your help." Reaching inside his robes, he took out a yellow turban, and handed it to him. "Tell me... what is your name, friend?"
Again, however, another man on a horse came riding in. Raising his staff in the air, he waved the man over, the other turbans looking at their leader with interest at this boldness. There was a half-smile on his face, as one of concern, as he nodded to the man. "Greetings, sir... what brings you here? Have you come to observe, to report us, to kill us?" "Father Jiao.. he wouldn't kill us.. would he?" A child came bounding up to Zhang Jiao's knee, hugging the old man. Looking down, Zhang Jiao saw the same child who had asked him to play tag. Bending down, and smiling, his hand still on his staff, he patted the boy on the head, kissing his forehead. "No, child. He shall not harm you. Go, play, play, the Heavens take joy in watching the youth enjoy its prime!" Nodding happily, the boy ran off, back into the crowds, more giggling heard, as well as many of the other villagers out here. Walking to the bonfire, Zhang Jiao picked up two fishes, cooked on a stick, speared as they were, and passed one of them to the newcomer who had just bowed to him, offering help. Still keeping to his regular walk, utelizing his Volcano Staff, he hobbled over to the man on the horse, Zhang Jiao nodded and walked back to the bonfire, his back to it, sitting down.
"If at least you come for reasons of ill-intent.. do so on a full stomach. Much more pleasant." His eyes could not be seen, as shook his head, the hair covering the front of his face.
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Post by Huangfu Yuan on Jun 19, 2006 19:49:42 GMT -5
It was boring being on watch. The unarmed horsemen was just trotting here and there, not even following the path of the road, just enjoying the breeze, the smell of cooking meat saturating the air. By God, he was going to enjoy himself, when his shift was over?- Huh? A lone travellar came in transversing the road.. composing himself, the man trotted over, quietly accompanying the man, with a big wave. [/i] "Greetings sir.. may I help you?"OOC: Huangfu Yuan, this paragraph is directed at you.[/quote] Huangfu looked over, and noticed the yellow scarf around his head. He looked about. No one else in sight. He looked straight down the road and muttered his reply from the corner of his mouth."Take me to your leader. Don't make a big commotion about it."
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Arco
Peon
One shot, one kill...
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Post by Arco on Jun 20, 2006 4:39:12 GMT -5
*As he rode on, through the crowd, a man carrying an odd looking staff waved him over. He was about 6 feet tall and looked rather old. Whispering something in his horses' ear, he dismounted carefully, after which he allowed the horse to gallop away and roam around freely. By this time, a child had come up to the man and as the man asked about Arco's intentions, some fear could be seen in the little one's eyes. The man however, comforted him, allowing the child to regain his youthful enthusiasm and go play with his fellows.*
*Arco was silent for a while, observing the man's actions, making sure he was the one he was looking for. Looking around him, he saw multiple people wearing yellow scarves and seeing that the man in front of him posed as their leader, there was few doubt he was the right person. As he walked to the fire, so did Arco, eventually sitting down in front of him.*
"My name is Arco and I do not intend to cause anyone harm. I take you to be Zhang Jiao, famous leader of the Yellow Turbans. Seeing that your cause is right and heart pure, it would be an honor for me to be under your command."
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Post by Zhuge Flea on Jun 20, 2006 14:58:28 GMT -5
Zhuge Flea's eyes lit up like a child reciving candy as he was handed the sacred Yellow Turban. He placed it on his head and ajusted it so that is would fit perfectly. He turned to address Zhang Jiao and started smiling in the process.
Zhuge Flea: I am Zhuge Flea of Smeg! It is such an honour to be accepted into your service. I promise that i won't let you down!
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Zhang Jiao
Peon
"'Tis true that it shan't be easy, but I have strength yet to fight for the Heavens!"
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Post by Zhang Jiao on Jun 20, 2006 17:21:13 GMT -5
A Stranger on the RoadIt was boring being on watch. The unarmed horsemen was just trotting here and there, not even following the path of the road, just enjoying the breeze, the smell of cooking meat saturating the air. By God, he was going to enjoy himself, when his shift was over?- Huh? A lone travellar came in transversing the road.. composing himself, the man trotted over, quietly accompanying the man, with a big wave. [/i] "Greetings sir.. may I help you?"OOC: Huangfu Yuan, this paragraph is directed at you.[/quote] Huangfu looked over, and noticed the yellow scarf around his head. He looked about. No one else in sight. He looked straight down the road and muttered his reply from the corner of his mouth."Take me to your leader. Don't make a big commotion about it."[/quote] Looking around, the man nodded. He looksed defenseless enough, and if it came to, he could always jump on the man's horse and hijack it. The only problem would be then that he would leave his own horse behind... damn. Did not think that one through. "Okay. Follow me." Shifting up the speed of his horse a little bit, he began travelling a little off-road, close to where the forests beside the village was.Let There be a Passing of Fish Amongst FriendsReaching behind him, he gingerly grabbed for a cooking fish with his left hand, and held it out, waving it in front of himself. He eyed it strangely, almost as if to behold it in its beauty, in spite of the cooked speared fish he had on his right hand, already with a bite taken out of it. "Fish are caught, like my turbans here. They are caught, so that they may feed others. Likewise, I catch my turbans, the fisher of men that I am, so that I may use them to feed the truth and ideals of the Way of Peace to the people of China." He lent out the fish, passing the stick into Arco's hand, and held his own hands together, as he bowed a little. "Bite into it, Arco, and forgive me my accusation. Fed the Ways, you shall spread the ways, my child. Welcome, Turban Arco!" Standing as he spoke, he held got out another Yellow Turban, and beheld it before Arco, letting it fall onto Arco's lap gracefully, a sign of something more... something more...A great cheering erupted around them, as the new brother-in-arms of the turbans sat before them, to where, Zhang Jiao turned his attention back to Zhuge Flea, bowing. "Forgive me. One can never be too careful in these times." He took another step towards Zhuge Flea. Zhuge Flea... He placed his hands again on Zhuge Flea's shoulders. "Child, Zhuge Flea of Smeg, I do not doubt you, and I applaud your enthusiasm... you show much promise... much shall be done out of your own two hands! The Heavens declare it!" Then, he turned around, his hands free of the staff, twirling around, as he saw all his children before him, and then, stopped suddenly, his hands still in the air, but a strength showing in him."Orders must be delievered.. I beg, all those that hold troops under their command, report to me for orders. We have yet to spread our 'Ways' of 'Peace', and we still lack enough men to do so..."Smiling as he said so, he walked back to Arco, and hefted out his staff with one hand, and backed up into his tent by the village, quietly, a strange look in his eyes.
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Post by Huangfu Yuan on Jun 20, 2006 17:23:51 GMT -5
A Stranger on the RoadHuangfu looked over, and noticed the yellow scarf around his head. He looked about. No one else in sight. He looked straight down the road and muttered his reply from the corner of his mouth."Take me to your leader. Don't make a big commotion about it." Looking around, the man nodded. He looksed defenseless enough, and if it came to, he could always jump on the man's horse and hijack it. The only problem would be then that he would leave his own horse behind... damn. Did not think that one through. "Okay. Follow me." Shifting up the speed of his horse a little bit, he began travelling a little off-road, close to where the forests beside the village was. Huangfu followed patiently and wordlessly, but kept looking about nervously. He prayed that no one would see him.
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Post by Zhuge Flea on Jun 25, 2006 12:08:32 GMT -5
Zhuge Flea heard this and an idea quickly arose in his mind. Zhuge Flea: I shall return to my home village and bring back more support. If anyone wishes to join me then they can do so, but the journey is hard.
With that said, Zhuge Flea got up onto his stead and rode out of the village.
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Leon
Soldier
When the devil rides...
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Post by Leon on Jun 26, 2006 15:31:27 GMT -5
Leon grinned fearlesly, this was ths stupidest thing he had ever seen. Most ot theese so called generals haven' even been in battle, all of them were rookies. Why the hell did his partner do this, turning his back on him like this to join long-haired madman? He stunk, had a weary beard and told impeccable lies. Spitting on the ground as if to show his disgust he mounted his horse in one swift jump, pulling its reigns to the left, making it prance before stabilising himself again. He rode over to his bald friend who was lost in the ground he pushed the people aside, reaching Rich quickly. Frowning and opening his mouth he said.
''Yo baldy. I'm leaving this dump, if you want to stick around with this rabble, fine by me. I'll go searching my fame and glory somewhere else. If it comes to a battle, know that you'll be the first I'll hunt for on the battlefield. Farewell.. and good luck.''
With that he rode off, making the peasents and the so-called soldiers jump out of his way as he galloped through the stinking remote village at full speed. He would ride out, find his men, and join a worthy leader, and be brave and bold for fame and gold once again. If he must face Rich in battle, so be it, it was his choice to join this rabble anyway.
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Arco
Peon
One shot, one kill...
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Post by Arco on Jun 27, 2006 3:29:10 GMT -5
*Arco gladly accepted the fish. The hunt that morning had not been that fantastic and his stomach was crying for more food. As he bit into the soft flesh and it reached his tongue, a mixture of marvelous flavours filled his mouth. Trying to still be a little polite, he chewed down the entire fish in a matter of seconds. After that, he slowly stood up, throwing the now empty stick into the fire close to him. He then, at regular pace, walked towards the tent Zhang Jiao had disappeared in and after quietly announcing his entrance, entered the tent, bowing low as he stood before the mighty leader of the Turbans.*
"My troops and I are ready to recieve your orders..."
*He didn't say much, he had never really been one that loved long conversations when there was work to be done and in this situation, there still was a whole lot that needed to be taken care of.*
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Post by Zhuge Flea on Jun 30, 2006 16:12:30 GMT -5
Zhuge Flea returned to the village. He looked tired and very angry. Something had happened during his journey, something that did not bode well. Zhuge Flea set up a small camp in the outskirts of the village and sat there looking towards the feilds in an angry fasion.
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Maximus
Peon
Northern Assassin
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Post by Maximus on Jul 2, 2006 16:16:56 GMT -5
A dark cloud began to approach the village, as a hush fell over the town. A single trotting of a horse was heard, getting louder and louder as the rider approached. He was entrenched in shadow, the air around him grew cold as wispers only filled the haunting steps. As the cloud drifted a little it could be seen that it was not one rider, but an army! moving silently into the village. The men were strange, clad in black cloth and moved with a fearsome silence. On the one horse that dared make a sound sat a rider clothed in fine armor, his eyes reflected the remains of sunlight and his glare intsilled a fear in the boldest of men. At the horses side was a ninja, clad in a red gi, he melded with the dust from the horses steps and was nearly invisible to see. The army stopped as the rider and the ninja grew closer, soon one could make out the riders face, bit by bit. He was wearing a black hakama and his hair fell down onto his back, this was a japanese man. The rider dismounted and began to walk towards Zhang Jiao, his footsteps were soundless, they seemed to move with the wind itself. The footsteps finally stopped and the cloud had drifted away, but the man remained. Sunlight let loose and shown upon the man, he looked into Zhang Jiaos eyes and spoke..
Zhang Jiao.. I am Maximus Decimus Meridius. I have come from across the sea to find you, I know of your cause and I know of your ways and I have come to help you.
The wind picked up and his hair flickered across the waves of the wind, dust swept across their feet as the air became dry.
I am the 9th Soke of the Obaniwashu ninja clan..
He turned to the ninja, and pointed his finger at him lightly
And this is Sabatori Sasekei, he doesnt speak much chinese so I do the talking for him.
Maximus paused to hear the mans reply.
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