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Post by Dark Narrator on Jun 17, 2008 0:33:39 GMT -5
It is dusk as your character arrives onto the battlefield. Ahead, you can see the allied main camp with 2 guards stationed at the gate. It is huge with hundreds of tents inside. The central tent and the biggest is occupied by the Commander He Jin. "Excellent! It is good to see you have responded to Commander Jin's call for aid" one of the guards exclaims. He is very happy to see you for some reason. "You may go inside and take a tent for yourself or speak with the Commander if he is not busy." You are allowed entrance into the main camp and as you walk further away from the gate you can hear:"Good, the more meat shields the better. Means i don't have to go into battle!" the other guard said, glad that you will be sent into hell while they stand there doing nothing!There is a large campfire offset of the main tent and many soldiers are gathering to keep warm. Either that or telling each other untrue stories of their deeds in battle after a few bottles of wine!In the morning, the battle will begin!!
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Post by Curty Burty (Hao Zhao) on Jul 2, 2008 14:39:24 GMT -5
Lu Zhi was approaching the Allied Main Camp with all of his troops marching accordingly behind him. He was quite proud of having been able to muster up a grand force totalling to 1,400 soldiers to use in the upcoming battle against that tyrannical rebel Dong Zhuo. Lu Zhi was getting old but his fighting spirit and skills were as sharp as ever. He was wearing simple Minister robes as he didn't personally intend on charge outing into the frontline of the troops in the upcoming battle so he wore no armour. After the breif little speech from the guard Lu Zhi lead his troops into the main camp and ignored the remark of more "meat shields" as he had more important things to do like seeing the Grand Commander He Jin
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An Bo
Private First Class
"The Wanderer"
"Thunder follows the lighting"
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Post by An Bo on Jul 2, 2008 14:41:27 GMT -5
The sun begins to set and the warmth of the day mingles gently with the cool caress of night and slowly fades....A lone man steps into view, and is greeted by a guard.
"Excellent! It is good to see you have responded to Commander Jin's call for aid" one of the guards exclaims. "You may go inside and take a tent for yourself or speak with the Commander if he is not busy."
The shadowy figure pauses for a moment, his reflection as hidden as his face and then moves past the guard. He ignores the chatter from behind him as he keeps walking. The now beaming rays of the moon cast down on him as he walks toward a fire surrounded by men.
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Sun Jian
Corporal
Ferocious Tiger
The tiger rises from the ashes of the burning world to unify China!
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Post by Sun Jian on Jul 2, 2008 15:33:35 GMT -5
Drums were heard in the distance and a small army led by Qin Fang, the subordinate general of Sun Jian rode in, he was riding an armor padded black horse, its hoofs heard hitting the stone path below it. The horse was one of the better horses in Sun Jian's personal stable, which he had so generously given to Qin Fang. Sun Jian ordered 200 troops from his person army, a nice 50 bowmen, 100 sword and shields, and 50 claymore militia. He was one of the three officers Sun Jian had sent.
Qin Fang was dead in the middle of his small army, he had battle Armour on, a chest plate engraved with his name in it, it is red and white, and armor on his arms legs and a nice white helmet on his head. He has a long sword in a sheath on the side of his horse, and a dagger nicely tucked into his robe. He was eager to meet the very popular He Jin who he had heard so much of, so he ordered his troops to speed up. They got to the fortress that was right outside the main camp, he ordered his troops to a halt and rode up front to speak with them.
I am Qin Fang from Sun Jian's force, a representative of Wu here to fight under He Jin for the time being, so if you may let us in i would appreciate it!
"So be it"
The guard motioned to the rest of the guards to open the door., as the rusty door was being opened Qin Fang made his way back to is position eager for the battle to come, eager to prove himself under the banner of Lord Sun Jian. Soon they got right outside of the campfire and Qin dismounted his horse and halted his troops to where they were as he went to go commerce with the rest of the leaders and generals.
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Post by Mr ~Traptz~ on Jul 2, 2008 20:00:08 GMT -5
The Fat Man's Ambition
Zhang Ren and Liu Pi made their way thought the gates to the regional alliance camp. The warriors had their men set up a small camp a few leagues away from the main camp. Ren was known in some areas as a mercenary and he didn't want the allies assuming wrong about him.
Liu Pi took up a role as a bodyguard. He kept a few feet back from Ren, watching all angles. Some people in the world had a bit of a dislike for the two warriors.
Ren looked over to a fire with men surrounding a fire. He headed in its direction.
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Sun Ce
Private First Class
Little Conqueror[/color]
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Post by Sun Ce on Jul 2, 2008 21:39:16 GMT -5
After having walked into the camp Sun Ce quickly realized the that this was a war. Though the men all chattered and joked, there was an air to the place, a stillness felt right before a storm. All the men here knew that tonight could be there last.
Looking up at the moon Sun Ce unsheathed his twin blades, the light from the moon reflected from one blade to the next, dancing along as though the very light itself was intent on living as though this moment could be the last it would ever see.
"Well my friends it looks as though you may see a real battle for the first time. Tonight though, we rest, for tomorrow, we fight for the future"
Ce re sheathed his blades, and as he did he smelled the inviting smell of a camp fire.
"Well, if these are the men that I am going to die with, then perhaps i should have a drink with them."
And with that last thought he walked towards the sizzling fire, fear in his heart, but nothing but bravery in his eyes.
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Post by Zhang Liao on Jul 3, 2008 6:33:56 GMT -5
The cold wind cut through wool and steel like a burning blade. Zhang Liao wrapped himself in a heavy blue cloak in a vain attempt to ward the fel chill in the air. Pushing through the throng of soldiers gathered about the fire, Zhang Liao greedily sought solace from the biting wind. The burning flame gave temporary reprieve, invigorating the weary warrior. Pushing his way back out the crowd, Zhang Liao found an empty corner of the camp and began to sharpen his halberd. Every day he went through the same routine, invariably while waiting for someone or something.
The dull screech of whetstone on steel echoed throughout the camp, only to be drowned out every time the fel wind blew. The blade's edge was sharp enough to shave with, but Zhang Liao was not satisfied. The artistic blend of dull gray steel and brilliant silver demanded to be honored. The gaping dragon's maw that made up the axe portion of his poleaxe demanded to be as glorious a killing weapon as a work of art. The tail that thrust out the back end, that served as both a balance and easy way to punch through armor, required no less attention. The raised claw at the top, disproportionately large, mandated a lethal cutting edge. And every order Zhang Liao abided.
Finally, after an hour of the dull screeching, the weapon was ready. Zhang Liao stopped to admire it, carefully running a finger along the side of the razor's keen edge. Occasionally stopping to use a silken cloth to rub away smudges left by mortal hands, the warrior found himself staring into the waiting maw of battle. In the reflection of the sharpened steel, the general could see echoes of long ago battles, and foes he brought down. Most men would be arrogant, as skilled and talented as he is. But Zhang Liao always sought to become something better. He strove to be better than he was, to be better than everyone else. In war, in politics, in art, in games of wit, and in war games. And as he always sought to have the sharpest blade in the land.
Holding the blade upright, the general idly watched as the flakes of snow avoided the edge. Somewhat irritated that he would not see if they would be parted by the stationary blade, Zhang Liao stood up and gazed towards Yuan Benchu's council area. The warrior ronin needed a liege, but who would it be? Chuckling to himself, Zhang Liao began to construct a fire for himself and anyone who might be interested in a fairly unassuming warrior.
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Post by Ryou Kin on Jul 3, 2008 8:51:37 GMT -5
An ambush has been set and the news was sent below his toes. The death of The Summoner has been cut of his duty to deliver the message to the Lords of China. All has been call to arms for He Jin against the Fat Ass Dong Zhou. Yet the man looking at this letter seems to have no care in his heart. He took a torch and burned the letter with a smile directly after. His men has just finish packing all the ‘goods’ up onto their thunderous beasts. Ryou looked at the burning wagon and the death of the innocent that surround the wagons and the guards who suppose to be the protectors of their lives.
“This is so boring…..Men report back to the village and put everything in our underground caverns.”
Kin walked over to his dark mare, Nightly who eyes bulges out as if someone were trying to ripe them out. He took his hand and rubbed the thick, power muscles of the beast’s neck. Throwing both of his hands on top of the steed and saddle, he pulls himself up on the steed and swing his legs over. Then breathing smoothly he gives his men a few more words.
“I will be back and no more raids until I get back. Things are going to spice up now, I think I should get the first look at it.”
For just a day or two, Ryou Kin rode to meet at the Allied Camp. He followed the river, a different route than what was suggested on the letter. He would like to stay hidden from the others rather than meet them with pointless and boring conversations. Then the smell of some cooked food with the side of burning wood wind around Kin’s nose. Thinking to himself he knew it was the camp that all has been called to. With a hard shake on the rope Nightly gallop quickly through the trees and field and right to the front gates of Warriors and Generals.
The guards greeted him well and even informed him on things which he still did not care about. So without a word to the guards at the entrance Ryou and his steed Nightly move onwards through the camp. Kin later dismounts his mare after seeing a group of men starting to crowd around a campfire. Such great warriors and leaders were even there which is very weird to Kin. All the descriptions that was told to Kin matches perfect with these men. Ryou knew he was truly in a real battle and he will really enjoy it.
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Post by Lyle on Jul 3, 2008 9:14:37 GMT -5
Yuan Shao burst from his tent, cursing the conditions he found himself in. He was in full garb, ready for battle, ready for fighting! He had marched from his haven, Ye, collecting the hearts of men who would stick up for the Emperor, all so that indeed, he would fight the menace Dong Zhuo. Was there no place but an empty, cold tent for a man who wanted to bring down tyranny? Shao placed a finger upon his chin, pondering that if he were to do so, He Jin stood in his way.
"Annoyance! Annoyance only to me, but not for long...!"
Shao noticed two fires in the distance, one strong, one smaller. Each were close, he went to them..
(Zhang Liao, continued in the Camp fire thread)
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Post by Sio on Jul 3, 2008 10:47:42 GMT -5
Sio The Dragon King
You call warriors, you call men. They answer your call and bring their swords and weapons. They bring their bodies built to kill, their minds meant to destroy. But this group of men, they appeared to be nothing like that. Men merely sent to do an errand, to get rid of Dong Zhuo. A fat man, that would probaly die from choking on some food. The Dragon King had arrived, on behalf of his lord Sun Jian, to help represent Wu and raise the banner of truth. By entering this battle, not only would his lord be pleased that he listened, but he also would gain his own fame. The Dragon King, conqueror of Dong Zhuo, the slayer of the weak. Long live the Dragon King!
Sio walked into the area, alone and by himself, his horse the only companion with him. Supposedly, Jin would supply him the troops needed for Zhuo to fell to the palm of his hand. Sio wore his black robe, with a red hood to stand on in the surrounding darkness, a dragon in the midst of sheep. This was merely a tool for him, to gain himself into the ranks of war and to eliminate another opponent. Lord Sun Jian better give him much praise or the Dragon King would roar.
His dark, brown eyes scanned the area searching for something to entertain himself while waiting for battle. There was a tent set up and occupied by low servants, Sio merely marched over and barked at them and occupied it. Resting in their beds, taking their food and relaxing. Why waste his energy, when he could save it to chop off an enemy's head? Screw talking.
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Post by Mr. Zhang He on Jul 3, 2008 13:24:48 GMT -5
Zhang He was waiting outside Yuan's tent when the commander burst from it, admiring his reflection in a barrel of water. He gazed deeply into his own eyes, entranced by his own beauty. Perhaps if he had ever heard of the tale of Narcissus, he wouldn't have allowed himself to become locked in the wonder of his own perfection.
"Annoyance! Annoyance only to me, but not for long...!"
Junyi was shook from his reverie by an incensed Yuan Shao when he exited his tent. As Benchu stalked off toward the campfires, Zhang He sighed and shook his head.
"A beautiful mountain needs not concern itself with an ugly pebble. I do hope lord Benchu realizes this..." Junyi smiled to himself and skipped lightly after Yuan Shao.
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Post by Zhang Fei on Jul 4, 2008 13:51:22 GMT -5
Zhang Fei took a swig of a wine jug he had taken from the Morale Officer.Zhang Fei had nearly come to blows with the man over the simple jug.Only after much arguing had he given Fei the wine.
Currently,Zhang Fei was walking around in the Allied Camp,looking for something to do.Even with the wine,he was a little bored.As he walked around near the command tent,he heard laughter coming from a nearby Campfire.
Fei smiled and spoke rather loudly.
"Hey! Sounds like there is somethin' going on over there!"
Zhang Fei walked off towards the Campfire.
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Post by pdiddydelux on Jul 4, 2008 16:22:54 GMT -5
It was to be one of the defining battles of the later Han Dynasty. A lot was weighing on this battle, if the allies were to lose tyranny would continue to corrupt an already weak Han, whilst on the flip side if the allies win, it would allow the Han the chance to rebuild, but in truth that seemed so unlikely now with the warlords holding such control over the land.
Xu Shu was not as highly regarded as some of his fellow scholars, but he used that to his advantage. His steed marched him into Camp before he dismounted, few would probably recognise him, not that he cared much for these people's opinions of him, he was after all here to do his job and go home with money in his pocket and the land again at peace one way or the other.
"There isn't much wind which is lucky for us, the enemy appear to already be using the forest against us." Xu Shu spoke as Cheng Zi dismounted his pitch black steed, smirking with his usual amount of cockiness and arrogance, enough to appear confident, but not enough for it to be too dangerous to his own safety. "We had better make our way to battle, it seems as if we are a little on the late side.
"Leave them all to me..." Cockiness was not a good thing to have on the battlefield and Xu Shu took it as a personal task to make sure this boy did not get too ahead of his self.
"I trust your talent, in fact I rate it highly, however there is a time and a place for arrogance, and it is not on the battlefield." Xu Shu stated as he begun to walk with the boy who he wished to follow in his footsteps. "I believe there are _ people in war. The Fools, the cowards, the smart, the powerful and the lastly legends. Currently you are a powerful fool... and you are too good an officer for that. One day you will be a legend, but for now remember one thing above all else, be respectful and estimative when facing your enemy."
They continued walking at a casual pace, their 100 Militia Swords Marching behind them as they went to battle. [/size]
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Post by Mr Guan Yu on Jul 4, 2008 17:58:59 GMT -5
"Hm.. So this is the allied forces? Maybe they're here."
Out of the dark night was the sound of multiple horses. There was a group of one hundred veteran horsebowmen moving towards the allied forces main camp. There were chuckles and neighs coming from the group as there was one individual that stood out from the group.
The man wore green and gold and had an unusually long beard. In his hand there was a large guandao and in the other were the reigns of the horse. The man headed directly towards the camp and passed by the guard with only a nod. The guard recognized him as the general Guan Yu. He had been seperated from his brothers and came here only on the thought that they'd be here as well.
Before officer could even get settled and send his troops to get relaxed and speak with the others there was an attack. Guan growled lowly and turned on his horse towards his men.
"Well... no time to rest men."
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Post by Kyle on Jul 5, 2008 0:05:39 GMT -5
Gao Lan arrived later than the rest of Benchu's army, the situation was obviously dire, and so he moved on to find out what was happening.
Gao Lan arrives with: 40 Crossbows 40 Twin Mace 20 Horse Spear and Shield
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