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Post by Dark Narrator on Jun 17, 2008 0:47:11 GMT -5
Your character slowly walks toward the campfire where men are hoping to just sit and relax a bit before going out to fight.
The soldiers are bored, cold, and scared. Their conversation, if any is of how long they will last in the morning. Well, that is the green soldiers. The veterans were sharpening their blades and talking of how many heads they will carry back from the field!
The fire is strong and snaps like the cracking of human bones, becoming a magnet for the rest of the platoon. Conversation drifts from wartime deeds to romance and family. Girlfriends, wives, missed births, and the already born. Do you have a story to tell?
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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 14:52:07 GMT -5
The shadowy figure paused outside the light of the camp fire. His sharp gaze taking in the area, his senses open. The air was heavy with the scent of fear, arrogance, and the raw companionship that comes from those that seek completion.
After a long moment, the figure walks silently to the fire and kneels down before it. His head is tilted forward and his straw hat shields his face from the heat and light. The men around it suddenly stop talking as they take in the new comer. Some are suspicious, and hold sharpened blades ready. Others are afraid and sink in their seat as if to meld with the shadows. Others are just plain unaware while others care not. The long silence is broken by the new comer. His voice is deep and reflective, mixed with fine thread of power and age.
"A moth is drawn to a flame, unable to resist the allure of it's unknown depths. So too are men drawn to the flames of battle. I wonder then, are they any better then the moth?"
The man leaves the statement hanging in the air along with the smoke and smells of the men and their various activities.....
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Post by Mr ~Traptz~ on Jul 2, 2008 20:25:40 GMT -5
Like Light To The Flies
"Indeed we men are much better than the moths. In the case of the moth, it enters the flame and dies. With men, they enter a battle and something is created out of the chaos. Be it for better or worse, the battle is not futile, unlike the moths demise." Ren stepped into the glow of the flame, Liu Pi barely noticeable just outside the lights glow. Ren sat down across the small fire from the other man.
He unhooked his blade from his waist and laid it on the ground beside him. He stared into the fire`s glow. A bit of a warning on how the morning would go.
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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 20:45:37 GMT -5
The Mayhem of the Fat Man
Qin Fang mad his was over to the camp fire, he saw a coupe more generals there, but he ignored them for now and went about five to seven feet away from the camp fire and sat down, gazing at the fire. Qin soon got unconvertible with his position, it was getting hot so he got up and moved back a little further and sat on a broken down tree where he relaxed a bit for a while.
Soon Qin Fang got quite bored and got up and motioned for some of his men to come, he got up and set his horse to graze in a small field as he sat there for a minute he started thinking about how he was going to be rewarded when he got back to Sun Jian, and then thought of his wife, his two children will he ever see them again? Then a man came up to him and began to explain that He Jin's tent was just ahead, he was told he had one other visitor in there but he could go see him at any time.
"I see, well I will relax here for a while."
He explained to the guard and got back to thinking about life, rewards and his history. He thought about how he and Sun Jian met, when bandits attacked Jian Ye he was called to duty along with Sun Jian, that was when he was 38 or so and Jian was 29, their good friends had died in their very army that one day..
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Sun Ce
Private First Class
Little Conqueror[/color]
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Post by Sun Ce on Jul 2, 2008 21:45:04 GMT -5
Approaching the campfire Ce could feel the ominous air around him. Though some men were bragging of how many heads they would skew, most sat and talked empty words meant to cover the fear of death that hung about the place.
Ce found a spot by the fire, where no other officers sat. He wished to sit and have a drink in peace, and if someone would see fit to speak to him, then he would of course oblige them. In fact maybe he longed for the company of an another, but for some reason he did not wish to seek it out in this morose environment.
Sun Ce quietly sat and drank, disgusted by the men longing for the battle, and saddened for those in total fear.
As the fires warmth danced across his face, he sat patiently awaiting a breaking dawn, or the friendly company of someone willing to seek him out.
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Post by Mr Nor on Jul 2, 2008 22:11:54 GMT -5
As Two men on brilliant stallions rode towards the Allied Main Camp, it was obvious they meant business. Followed by 1,500 Troops, ranging from Volunteers to the Cream-of-the-Crop, these two officers of the Wu ranks dismounted their horses, allowing them to enter the stable while their men went to the barracks. The Officer, who was obviously the leader of the two, spoke to his men.
"I will be expecting you all to be awake and ready for combat at a moments notice. Sleep well, but sleep lightly. Until tomorrow, men."
As he turned, his black and red battle-scarred armor still held its shine as the camp fire hit it. His face showed only one single scar, running down his right eye. His blade was at his right side. "Zei Fang, stay here and rest. I will go to the War Council. Come when you are ready." said the older warriors as he walked confidently towards the Main Tent. Zei Fang nodded to his commanding officer, and went to sit near the campfire.
Zei, too, held a confidence about him more mature then his years. It was obvious he thought he was good, and by the looks of him, he could back it up. He was fairly tall, bulk well, and his armor and weapons were excellently crafter. He took a seat in the vicinity of Sun Ce. As he leaned back, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Isn't it just... revolting how they long to end lives? By the sound of it, they seem naive to the sounds of men dieing." He said as he opened his eyes and spoke to Sun Ce while his eyes stayed transfixed upon the camp fire.
"But I've heard tales of you, Sun Ce. MAster Zhou Tai has told me many stories about you. I am honored to fight along side you." He said with a polite and respectful nod. Zei Fang may have an ego problem, but he showed respect when it was due.
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Sun Ce
Private First Class
Little Conqueror[/color]
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Post by Sun Ce on Jul 2, 2008 23:29:36 GMT -5
Sitting staring into the fire Sun Ce had become memorized by the dancing flames. Almost to the point of entirely missing the man next to him. When he became aware of the words being spoken he began to listen.
"Heh, fools is what they are. They seek glory and fame through bloodshed. Half the men here do not know why they fight. The other half do not care. Greetings, I am lord Sun Ce, as you already know, but i have not yet caught your name"[/b]
After he finishes speaking his takes the final swig of his drink and stares back at the tantalizing dance of the flames.
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Post by Mr Nor on Jul 2, 2008 23:32:55 GMT -5
Zei smirked and let out a short hiss of breath. "True, true. Naive is the only word for them..."
He stuck out an hand towards Sun Ce. "My name is Zei Fang, apprentice to Lord Zhou Tai."
His mind was still not completely there, as his thoughts wandered during times like these. So many different thoughts ran across his mind. BAttle plans, possible stratyegies... he was focused to the point of absurdity. But hey... right now he needed to relax. There would be time for battle later. This may be his last chance for relaxation.
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Post by Mr ~Traptz~ on Jul 3, 2008 1:16:01 GMT -5
Ashes To Ashes
After a few minutes of sitting across from the other in silence, Ren finally stood up. He looked down at the other one final time. He bent to pick up his sword and re attached it to his waist. He gave the other a standard military salute and walked away. WIth LIu Pi on his heels they walked off, away from the fire.
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Sun Ce
Private First Class
Little Conqueror[/color]
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Post by Sun Ce on Jul 3, 2008 2:16:00 GMT -5
Lord Ce extends his hand and shakes the hand of the man next to him.
"Nice to meet you then Lord Fang."[/i]
After shaking the mans hand he turns away and looks again at the fire. Its a captivating light for him at this moment. Realizing the pure destructive power held within something so essential to life. The fire itself reminds him of man. For man is essential to the essence of the world, but only man has the power to wholly envelop the world in the destructive flames of war.
"I suggest drinking well tonight my friend, I fear this battle shall not be short or pleasant. Besides, you look like you could use something to help you relax a little."
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Post by Mr Wu Sheng on Jul 3, 2008 9:22:27 GMT -5
The Beginning Chapter One
The time of darkness had approached the central plains, where armies assembled in every corner, and where tyranny and dishonour grew from the ashes of the diseased Han Empire. It was a time of despair, a time that allowed peasants to cower in fear whilst their ruffian counter-parts would scavenge the land of any worth, it was a time where trading, selling and setting up stores of illegal substances took place. It was in every way then, a world designed for the beast, for those who would perish with the disease infested rats that they no longer needed to slaughter for food.
Instead such a rat would be replaced with tables of fine foods, and goblets of wine that were fit for the emperor himself. It was then, a time of complete despair.
But not all was lost as the allied forces assembled against the new evil tyrant Dong Zhuo, for there was still hope of replenishing the lands, of restoring the laws and orders that had existed within the countries history for many hundreds of years, it was all still possible. But by who, and at what costs would it be at?
These were the questions that the Dark Knight pondered over as he glared into the empty space before him, nothing left but the amass of empty space and the remaining parts of wood that had failed to catch aflame. he could smell behind him the coating warmth from the fire a few yards away, but people gathered around, and like his father had always said, 'it is better to have observed and lived, then to have participated and failed'.
He was by no means a dedicated fighter, he questioned peoples motives far to much, and he failed the ability to trust, or to instead be trusted. he was in a strange way a hermit - a figure that rebelled against any forms of authority, he desired many things, but the main one was not a world of peace, nor was it a world of chaos. he wanted only that the world be left within the chaotic state of mankind, for peace only brought chaos, and chaos only brought peace. he wanted to find a settlement in between, a world where authority wasn't around on such large scales, but where tribunal gangs or cults could keep peoples beliefs and responsibilities in check. he wanted bribery to be a common asset, for the strong to perish the weak, for the hunter to slay it's pray.
These were what he wanted, and these were what he'd eventually get...one way or another.
But before then he knew he needed a companion, a man to be the key to the doors he needed opening, and the only way for that was to wait, patiently, for the inquisitive bystander to pardon his space, for the bystander to question the man's motives.... and so .... he waited.
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Post by Lyle on Jul 3, 2008 9:27:24 GMT -5
(Continued from post in arrivals)
Yuan Shao! Look everyone, it is Yuan Shao! The great Han lord, a man who has held some of the highest ranks in the Han! No butcher here! Shao laughed at his joke, eying what looked like a bunch of ruffians. It was He Jin's army after all. They could probably be tolerated, be smart enough to follow orders and understand that it is not they who will win the battle, but the men behind them. Even still, it brought a warm feeling to him, or possibly it was the fires. Yes, fires, there was more than one now. A man unknown to Shao, Zhang Liao, had started a fire just a bit off from the other and larger camp fire. Bold as it was, he would be witness just like the rest.
Witness to what you say?
Shao cleared his voice and spoke loudly, loudly enough for a good bit of the camp to hear him, "Armies of the lands far and wide! You have come to raise your banner in tradition! It is a mighty and just act! And in some time I'm sure you will realize that it will prove to be nothing more than an act of loyalty! You have promised your souls to realize the ultimate goal of the Han empire, to crush evil! Yet they send men who are intolerable to the ways of war to lead you!"
Shao brushed his arms around, clearing the air, bringing in his audienc. He carefully narrated, "Once there was a vile criminal who dare destroy the foundation in which our society was built! And then there was a man who would defend that foundation! BOTH live today. He Jin was one of them, yet he as no proof of his troubles. From war to war he is carried like a toy! The man failed in war with rebel scum. How do you think he will do with an enemy that is far more trained and possesses those like Hua Xiong and Lu Bu?!"
Shao looked again, firmly into the eyes of any who were listening. "I'd rather die knowing that it would mean something, rather than die for nothing. And I regard any man who sees it another way to be a foolish hound of tyranny itself," Shao slowly finished, waiting for someone to speak up. Anyone, his loyal vassal, his followers to be..
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Post by Zhang Liao on Jul 3, 2008 10:02:27 GMT -5
Zhang Liao stood, his halberd in hand and his woolen cloak billowing in the wind. Yelling back from his smaller campfire, the general challenged the spoiled noble.
"Hua Xiong is nothing. If I find him, I will kill him. But that is another matter, Yuan Shao. What makes you think you would be more capable of leading this force than the Commander? I see a lot of similarities between the two of you. Nobility, arrogance, inferior siblings..."
Grinning, the general awaited the noble's response.
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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 3, 2008 10:14:24 GMT -5
The fire crackled slightly, as if giving in to the weight of the arriving men. An Bo took in each and every new comer, eying the generals and would be hero's. Near him another man sat down, and this caught An Bo's gaze.
The new comer spoke, responding to An Bo's ghostly remark.
"Indeed we men are much better than the moths. In the case of the moth, it enters the flame and dies. With men, they enter a battle and something is created out of the chaos. Be it for better or worse, the battle is not futile, unlike the moths demise." Ren stepped into the glow of the flame, Liu Pi barely noticeable just outside the lights glow. Ren sat down across the small fire from the other man." The man unhooked his blade from his waist and laid it on the ground beside him. He stared into the fire`s glow. To this An Bo took note of the man's blade, then his eyes went back to the flame. After a long pause the man stood and left.
"We shall see..." An Bo replied to man as he left, his voice cold and low but not menacing.
For a while An Bo just sat motionless, listening to the banter of various generals. He listened as a man proclaimed his self and intentions, Yaun Shao it was.
"I'd rather die knowing that it would mean something, rather than die for nothing. And I regard any man who sees it another way to be a foolish hound of tyranny itself," Yaun Shao spoke loudly, his eyes searched for someone to answer him.
The statement and his gaze was one of a man that didn't speak to convince others, but rather himself. To this An Bo stood and walked over to the man, his head tilted forward to avoid eye contact. He stopped a full ten paces away from him, his arms concealed in his robes, but his weapons visible and untouched.
"It is easy for a man to die for a cause, and easier still to die for nothing. To be noble one must confront the most difficult task of all: living. Remember that when dawn comes and you seek glory and blood." An Bo spoke in his cold, almost unearthly tone. As he finished his words he tilted his head up, and looked the man in the eye. The soft, deep light of the fire shined brightly on one eye, but oddly enough not the other.
He then turned around and walked away, his pace one of disregard to any an all response his words may or may not create.
An Bo leaves the camp fire.
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Post by Dark Narrator on Jul 3, 2008 13:02:53 GMT -5
Just as He Jin was about to continue further, an attendant made haste toward the Commander's position to inform him of something. Whatever was said made He Jin boil over with anger and he immediately huffed aloud before moving outside the main tent!
As soon as Jin moved past the two guards outside the tent, they started to follow; feeling something was wrong or was about to happen."What is this nonsense that i hear!?" He Jin barked, pointing to Yuan Shao who had been rallying the allied troops. However, he was rallying them either against He Jin, out of hate, possibly jealousy, or Shao was trying to lead a mutiny against him!
Two guards, both with their hands upon their swords, stood flanking their leader awaiting any orders."You would rally the soldiers against me? On the eve of battle?"He Jin was heated, not understanding at first why Yuan Benchu would be assaulting his honor as well as others present.
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