Post by Sun Ce on Jul 1, 2006 18:58:08 GMT -5
~The Mouth of the Chang Jiang~
*A red sun lit the morning sky in the absense of heat as the caravan of Wu left for the mouth of the Chang Jiang. It was so cold, even with the rising sun in the distance. It was dawn, many were asleep still. At least, those who wept not for their lord. That number, however, was few. It was clear that well over half of Mo Ling's citizens were with the army, following Sun Ce and Sun Quan to the burial site. They were loyal servants of a common good. When a man such as Sun Jian would fall, they would see to it that his legacy be honored.*
*Sun Ce had his mind on many things. He had prepared the whole burial, with help from his brother, his cousin Liao, and his son Huan. They had spent a rather large sum of money on it. He thought of the West. Thought of Shu, and how reports said that Xuande was ammasing a large fleet on Jian Xia's waters. He thought of his rise to power. He must be careful while ascending the throne. To rise too quickly, without support of the people, would be controversal. People could go as far as to think that Bofu played a part in his father's death simply to gain his power. He would have to wait. And once he had power, he'd have to be careful not to make mistakes. To his west was Liu Bei, and Imperial Uncle of the late Han Dynasty. To the north was Cao Cao, author of the Mengde, reknown as the hero of chaos. Great care would be taken afterwards.*
*The sun hung low in the clouds as the caravan reached the burial site. It was so beautiful, so tranquil. It was on an out cropping of land, rich in soil and lush green grash surrounded by bushes filled with red berries and glorious trees of old age, whos branches extended over the site to cast a mark of shade. Out by the mouth, the waters ran smooth, clean, and villigant. The sound emmited by the running water was relaxing, and the view of the mouth was refreshing. There was an arch on the outcropping, made of pearl, of Roman design. Two pillars with an arch above, a carving of a sword aimed up to the heavens at the top. At the two sides of the coffin sat two carvings of tigers. The father of Wu, Sun Jian, would fall to an eternal slumber in the den of the tigers...*
*Sun Ce walked out in front as the soldiers and peasants alike filed into no certain order, with respect and organization. It was said earlier that all were aloud to come, even the opponents of Wu, to respect what was an honorable man, and perhaps a former ally in the Coalition and the Rebellion. Arms would not be drawn against them, Sun Ce assured, as he was no petty crook that would stoop so low to execute rivals at his own father's burial. If one came with respect, they would be shown respect. The coffin was put over the pit dug a day in advance, as Bofu turned to adress the grand croud that arrived.*
"Gaze upon this view, as it is one to be remembered. Inside that coffin lies Sun Jian, father to four, and relative to countless men baring the name of Sun. Gaze upon it not with a mourning look, but with a proud look. Sun Jian, my father, was one man that could never be replaced, never spoken poorly of. His name shall go down in legend, and it will be said that he died looking into the eyes of his heir and his son, that there was not a moment in his life where he thought of himself before others. His kingdom was built by his selflessness, by his dignity, and by his honor. Let all who pass this monument know: This is the Mouth of the Chang Jiang. Here lies Sun Jian of Jiang Dong."
*Sun Ce no longer let tears fall from his eyes, knowing that his father lived a life of reckoning, and that he gave as great a chance to success as he could for his sons and his daughter. Ce recieved a notice from Zhou Yu in his prefecture of Chai Sang. He wrote that the whole city willingly accepts Sun Ce as the heir to the Tiger Throne. At least this was good news. But this moment was for Sun Jian, and Ce could deal with his rise after the funeral.*
((Anyone can come at any time, don't worry.))
*A red sun lit the morning sky in the absense of heat as the caravan of Wu left for the mouth of the Chang Jiang. It was so cold, even with the rising sun in the distance. It was dawn, many were asleep still. At least, those who wept not for their lord. That number, however, was few. It was clear that well over half of Mo Ling's citizens were with the army, following Sun Ce and Sun Quan to the burial site. They were loyal servants of a common good. When a man such as Sun Jian would fall, they would see to it that his legacy be honored.*
*Sun Ce had his mind on many things. He had prepared the whole burial, with help from his brother, his cousin Liao, and his son Huan. They had spent a rather large sum of money on it. He thought of the West. Thought of Shu, and how reports said that Xuande was ammasing a large fleet on Jian Xia's waters. He thought of his rise to power. He must be careful while ascending the throne. To rise too quickly, without support of the people, would be controversal. People could go as far as to think that Bofu played a part in his father's death simply to gain his power. He would have to wait. And once he had power, he'd have to be careful not to make mistakes. To his west was Liu Bei, and Imperial Uncle of the late Han Dynasty. To the north was Cao Cao, author of the Mengde, reknown as the hero of chaos. Great care would be taken afterwards.*
*The sun hung low in the clouds as the caravan reached the burial site. It was so beautiful, so tranquil. It was on an out cropping of land, rich in soil and lush green grash surrounded by bushes filled with red berries and glorious trees of old age, whos branches extended over the site to cast a mark of shade. Out by the mouth, the waters ran smooth, clean, and villigant. The sound emmited by the running water was relaxing, and the view of the mouth was refreshing. There was an arch on the outcropping, made of pearl, of Roman design. Two pillars with an arch above, a carving of a sword aimed up to the heavens at the top. At the two sides of the coffin sat two carvings of tigers. The father of Wu, Sun Jian, would fall to an eternal slumber in the den of the tigers...*
*Sun Ce walked out in front as the soldiers and peasants alike filed into no certain order, with respect and organization. It was said earlier that all were aloud to come, even the opponents of Wu, to respect what was an honorable man, and perhaps a former ally in the Coalition and the Rebellion. Arms would not be drawn against them, Sun Ce assured, as he was no petty crook that would stoop so low to execute rivals at his own father's burial. If one came with respect, they would be shown respect. The coffin was put over the pit dug a day in advance, as Bofu turned to adress the grand croud that arrived.*
"Gaze upon this view, as it is one to be remembered. Inside that coffin lies Sun Jian, father to four, and relative to countless men baring the name of Sun. Gaze upon it not with a mourning look, but with a proud look. Sun Jian, my father, was one man that could never be replaced, never spoken poorly of. His name shall go down in legend, and it will be said that he died looking into the eyes of his heir and his son, that there was not a moment in his life where he thought of himself before others. His kingdom was built by his selflessness, by his dignity, and by his honor. Let all who pass this monument know: This is the Mouth of the Chang Jiang. Here lies Sun Jian of Jiang Dong."
*Sun Ce no longer let tears fall from his eyes, knowing that his father lived a life of reckoning, and that he gave as great a chance to success as he could for his sons and his daughter. Ce recieved a notice from Zhou Yu in his prefecture of Chai Sang. He wrote that the whole city willingly accepts Sun Ce as the heir to the Tiger Throne. At least this was good news. But this moment was for Sun Jian, and Ce could deal with his rise after the funeral.*
((Anyone can come at any time, don't worry.))