Post by Sima Mao on May 6, 2008 23:50:18 GMT -5
It was a cold day, the wind blowing back and forth, with many of the peasents themselves running to hold down tarps and shielding their eyes from the hail of dirt. There was no drought, to be sure, but Tiger Trap Pass was not what someone might call a city, more of a military base with people living there. Many of these people were servents of generals, or their families, with children running amongst the crowds. Many also used the water ways to move to and fro from here. On the ramparts, the banner of Wu flow, with a smaller banner beside that, one of Pirates and vigilanties. Wu was know for it's river ways, and Tiger Trap Pass sat just on one, and Wu herself had hired many of these men to help in running her, at least, military wise.
One particular Pirate General, Sima Mao, was not an average looking man. One could tell he came from royal linage, or at least, should have. With a strong jaw, and eyes that seemed to take in all that was around, many were rightfully worried when talking to the man. One could easily gather that he saw more than he was letting on, and indeed, he was.
He sat in his chair, running a stone across the front of the Cursed Phoenix, his axe. The black half moon shaped headed weapon had it's own dark history to it, and the countless slayings of soldiers were only parts of it's call. Of course, many Wu soldiers had died on the end of it as well. But that part of his life was over, no more need to be killing them when they pay him to kill others, such was things. He ran his thumb against the silver skull on the weapon, it had once been dark red, bloodied by those who stood against him.
Mao heard a noise, then, footsteps of a messenger he believed. And when one did indeed show up and bow, he presented him with a paper. Mao raised an eyebrow and grabbed it from the man's hands. The messenger bowed once again before standing straight and walking out towards the road. Mao unfolded the parchment as the other man left. As he read, a small smile grew on his face, it seemed his knew leaders had decided it was time for a little attack on the Wei held city of Xuchang. Mao rolled up the paper and head towards the barracks. Undoubtedly other officers had been given this as well and would meet there, to plan and cordinate of course. As Mao left his chair, he noticed one of his soldiers walking by. Grabbing the man's arm, he informed him to prepare the boats for departure. The man saluted and headed off to the docks.
As Mao entered the streets, a groom and Mao's horse, Majestic, a pure white stallion, with it's tail pulled together, and tied with blue ribbon. Mao swung up on to the saddle, taking the reigns from the groom, who bowed and left. The one-eyed general's own Bodyguards flowed around him, creating a sort of shield against all incomers. One particular strange thing was that all the bodyguards were female, and they all were dressed in strange clothing. Mao himself brought them from the far south Nanman, where he won them in a gamble of his life, he shook his head, though, pushing it out of his mind, it didn't matter. The peasents and soldiers alike moved out of their paths. The women knew how to use the axes at their waists, and many in the pubs learned just how unfriendly they could be.
The barracks itself loomed closer after the short ride through the streets. It was only build a few months back, a sort of reminder to both Wei and pirates that Wu had taken up residency here, and one would be best to be cautious. Of course when it came to Wu hunting you down, that is a different matter as they now soon find out. As Mao dismounted, another groom came to take the horse. He smiled again as he entered the building, it appeared that no one else had arrived yet, he just hoped non was foolish enough to head out and attack Wei alone. He knew some would do that just so they could get a little shut eye and all. Zhongran took a seat against the wall, with his bodyguards taking up positions at the doorways, they did so like fierce when the scowled, which they normally did, except when it came to harrasing him. Luckily for him, that was only done in private. He swung his axe absentmindedly, twirling it in his hands, the fun would soon start, he could feel it.
"And so, we shall go to war." He muttered.
One particular Pirate General, Sima Mao, was not an average looking man. One could tell he came from royal linage, or at least, should have. With a strong jaw, and eyes that seemed to take in all that was around, many were rightfully worried when talking to the man. One could easily gather that he saw more than he was letting on, and indeed, he was.
He sat in his chair, running a stone across the front of the Cursed Phoenix, his axe. The black half moon shaped headed weapon had it's own dark history to it, and the countless slayings of soldiers were only parts of it's call. Of course, many Wu soldiers had died on the end of it as well. But that part of his life was over, no more need to be killing them when they pay him to kill others, such was things. He ran his thumb against the silver skull on the weapon, it had once been dark red, bloodied by those who stood against him.
Mao heard a noise, then, footsteps of a messenger he believed. And when one did indeed show up and bow, he presented him with a paper. Mao raised an eyebrow and grabbed it from the man's hands. The messenger bowed once again before standing straight and walking out towards the road. Mao unfolded the parchment as the other man left. As he read, a small smile grew on his face, it seemed his knew leaders had decided it was time for a little attack on the Wei held city of Xuchang. Mao rolled up the paper and head towards the barracks. Undoubtedly other officers had been given this as well and would meet there, to plan and cordinate of course. As Mao left his chair, he noticed one of his soldiers walking by. Grabbing the man's arm, he informed him to prepare the boats for departure. The man saluted and headed off to the docks.
As Mao entered the streets, a groom and Mao's horse, Majestic, a pure white stallion, with it's tail pulled together, and tied with blue ribbon. Mao swung up on to the saddle, taking the reigns from the groom, who bowed and left. The one-eyed general's own Bodyguards flowed around him, creating a sort of shield against all incomers. One particular strange thing was that all the bodyguards were female, and they all were dressed in strange clothing. Mao himself brought them from the far south Nanman, where he won them in a gamble of his life, he shook his head, though, pushing it out of his mind, it didn't matter. The peasents and soldiers alike moved out of their paths. The women knew how to use the axes at their waists, and many in the pubs learned just how unfriendly they could be.
The barracks itself loomed closer after the short ride through the streets. It was only build a few months back, a sort of reminder to both Wei and pirates that Wu had taken up residency here, and one would be best to be cautious. Of course when it came to Wu hunting you down, that is a different matter as they now soon find out. As Mao dismounted, another groom came to take the horse. He smiled again as he entered the building, it appeared that no one else had arrived yet, he just hoped non was foolish enough to head out and attack Wei alone. He knew some would do that just so they could get a little shut eye and all. Zhongran took a seat against the wall, with his bodyguards taking up positions at the doorways, they did so like fierce when the scowled, which they normally did, except when it came to harrasing him. Luckily for him, that was only done in private. He swung his axe absentmindedly, twirling it in his hands, the fun would soon start, he could feel it.
"And so, we shall go to war." He muttered.
