Post by Zhuge Flea on Jul 6, 2006 17:04:18 GMT -5
It was a calm and quiet day. Very peacefull. It was the kind of day you could sit out and let the breeze flow through your hair without making you cold.
Zhuge Flea had recently been in another village near Shang Dang. He was there to join the yellow turbans. After reciving acceptance into their ranks he was given the task of trying to draft troops from the village of Quan.
Zhuge Flea rode into the village on his steed while his hair would move slightly in the breeze. Few people bothered to turn around and look at him as they where the kind of people who didn't care much for outsiders in their village. As he rode in he stopped and got off his horse in what seemed to be a town square which had the only well in the village.
From what he saw, Zhuge Flea could tell that people where not going to be easy to convince. It seemed that everybody in the village knew each other. It was a tight comunity that would be hard to break.
As Zhuge Flea stood there looking around the village, an old looking man came over to him.
Man: We don't care much for warriors in this village so don't bother trying to get us to listen to what you have to say.
Zhuge Flea: I don't care much for warriors either. In fact they killed my uncle all because he wouldn't serve them. Thats why I chose to join the Yellow Turbans! Their very cause is to bring down all those who think that they are an empire or wish to restore the Han. We all know the true glory of the Han is dead and if this land is to fall into just one kingdom then it could lead to chaos. We ask of all our followers to be their own boss. Any orders we give is to help the cause in a whole like travel to a town and collect supplies. We would never ask you to do something bad. We only ask for you to join us in our cause to bring down the tyrany of these four kingdoms and help the land live in peace without having to fear about another attack from an opposing kingdom. We are here for the people. Not to oppose them.
Man: If you say you are here to help the people then you can start by helping us. I am the leader of this village and the people will listen to me. Now, for me to spread good word about your little rebelion you will have to do something for me.
Zhuge Flea: As I said we are here to help the people...
Very well then. There are some bandits that keep coming into this village that keep stealing our possesions. We would fight them off but we do not have any skilled warriors and do not want to loose any more villagers. I am asking you to get rid of these bandits by any means possible.
Very well, I shall wait here till these bandits show up. They should be an easy task for me.
On this, Zhuge Flea then looked at his swords. One for his big brother and one for his little brother. Flea clenched his fist and a tear was almost drew from his eye.
Zhuge Flea had recently been in another village near Shang Dang. He was there to join the yellow turbans. After reciving acceptance into their ranks he was given the task of trying to draft troops from the village of Quan.
Zhuge Flea rode into the village on his steed while his hair would move slightly in the breeze. Few people bothered to turn around and look at him as they where the kind of people who didn't care much for outsiders in their village. As he rode in he stopped and got off his horse in what seemed to be a town square which had the only well in the village.
From what he saw, Zhuge Flea could tell that people where not going to be easy to convince. It seemed that everybody in the village knew each other. It was a tight comunity that would be hard to break.
As Zhuge Flea stood there looking around the village, an old looking man came over to him.
Man: We don't care much for warriors in this village so don't bother trying to get us to listen to what you have to say.
Zhuge Flea: I don't care much for warriors either. In fact they killed my uncle all because he wouldn't serve them. Thats why I chose to join the Yellow Turbans! Their very cause is to bring down all those who think that they are an empire or wish to restore the Han. We all know the true glory of the Han is dead and if this land is to fall into just one kingdom then it could lead to chaos. We ask of all our followers to be their own boss. Any orders we give is to help the cause in a whole like travel to a town and collect supplies. We would never ask you to do something bad. We only ask for you to join us in our cause to bring down the tyrany of these four kingdoms and help the land live in peace without having to fear about another attack from an opposing kingdom. We are here for the people. Not to oppose them.
Man: If you say you are here to help the people then you can start by helping us. I am the leader of this village and the people will listen to me. Now, for me to spread good word about your little rebelion you will have to do something for me.
Zhuge Flea: As I said we are here to help the people...
Very well then. There are some bandits that keep coming into this village that keep stealing our possesions. We would fight them off but we do not have any skilled warriors and do not want to loose any more villagers. I am asking you to get rid of these bandits by any means possible.
Very well, I shall wait here till these bandits show up. They should be an easy task for me.
On this, Zhuge Flea then looked at his swords. One for his big brother and one for his little brother. Flea clenched his fist and a tear was almost drew from his eye.