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Post by Dark Narrator on Jul 21, 2008 1:09:17 GMT -5
The large gates to Luo Yang are open wide to welcome the many wounded soldiers and victorious officers of the Battle at Luo Yang. Dong Zhuo's tyranical reign was finally destroyed, undone by the elite allied forces who had put him in his rightful place; face down in horse shit!
Allied soldiers stretched for as far as the eye could see. They formed a large snake, trailing down toward the beach where the epic final confrontation had happened. It was interesting to think that just a few months prior, He Jin had been lured out and deceived by the Fat Man. The true Emperor was slain and Zhang Jiao almost assassinated, after being used to trick Jin into attacking him.
Cheering civilians, from atop the walls, yelled out to their heroes! A few younger maidens, supple and delicious, i mean wonderful ladies, waved to the allied officers in hopes of maybe winning them over. Hell, what women did not want to get with Lu Meng? They would swoon as soon as the brave veteran warrior walked near. Yes, he was that awe inspiring and sex-e!
The palace was where the Banquet was being held and the huge amount of stairs ahead would make the honored guests hungry as well as thirty. Once to the top of the stairs, they would be able to get a glimpse of the interior because the two palace doors were open. Two guards were flanking the entrance and inside was a massive tabel with food and drink!
Once inside, the decorations would make one feel like royalty. Sure, Zhang He might point out some fashion disasters here or there but all in all it was magnificent.
In the center of the large hall there sat the throne of the emperor. It was raised from the floor with several stairs leading to it so that all would know who was the great leader of all China.
Would someone dare sit in the empty throne? Word had it that He Jin was away seeking medical treatment for his wound sustained in combat. He would possibly make a late arrival, but attendants are scattered about the entire room waiting for any orders from their guests. They were told to provide only the best service for the allied officers.
Relax and enjoy. Speak to other officers. Recruit to your cause.
**All members of the site can come to meet others, drink, sing, eat, whatever. The only real In Game parts allowed would be some recruiting to a kingdom. Other than that, people can actually be at their own city to RP there as well. Though, for realism purposes you could just have an NPC handle things while away.**
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Post by Wei Yan on Jul 21, 2008 1:28:51 GMT -5
Wei Yan and Lu Rai both made their way through the city of Luo Yang waving, smiling, and nodding to the citizens. They were fresh out of battle, having only started leaving for Chang An when they heard the generals were to be honored in Luo Yang. The two warriors were still dirty, sweaty, bloodied, and carrying their weapons.
So as any good guest would do for their host, the two warriors stopped and a fountain and cleaned themselves off briskly. Lu Rai, took a bit more time due to his need to be politically correct all the time. Then came the stairs.
"You've got to be--" but Wei Yan was cut off by Lu Rai.
"Just think Yan, there is good food and a cool drink up those stairs. Don't run too fast." he joked as he patted his friend on the shoulder and the two began their ascent to the top. About half-way up, they had to stop and again do their polite thing of speaking with citizens. The two didn't mind the break to be honest.
After a few more minutes they were finally at the top. Honestly, Wei Yan walked a bit quicker, a bit taller, and quite a bit hungrier as he made his way into the dining hall. Once there, Lu Rai and he grabbed two chairs side by side and began eating. They weren't men to think of the common courtesies of waiting on others or even being given the right to eat. Food and drink were there before them, and they were fresh out of battle. Needless to say the climb alone up those stairs would drive a man to cannibalism, thank the heaven's they had diner waiting.
Wei Yan himself looked at a cup sitting beside a jug of win, he picked up the cup, and politely tossed it down the table grabbing the jug and taking a big swig, win rolling down his jaws and onto his chest. Afterwards he handed it to Lu Rai who promptly copied his friend's action, drip for drip.
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Post by Lyle on Jul 21, 2008 1:38:36 GMT -5
Yuan Shao stood firmly as he finally made his way up the mountain of stairs. It had been a long journey- and as if in spite He Jin had put before them one long road that was as flat as the sun was cold. Benchu burned, for he had little rest since his capture of Zhuo, yet all told him to stand tall and appear at home up on this plateau. He could already smell the party beginning and could hear men asking for wine in the distance. His eyes shimmered as he looked above and spoke softly a charm. Tonight, wine would not be his woman.
Shao noticed many faces upon entering the main hall, but sadly there was one misplaced.. the Emperor's. His chair was there, yes. He thought it over again as he noticed his reflection in a mirror; unlike in the battle he was dressed finely now. His armour was still missing, surely scattered across a field somewhere, but he had fresh robes on and his long hair appeared well kept. The blade that had helped the allies, the blade that symbolized Yuan was at his side resting firmly. Again he looked to the empty chair at the center of the room and toiled over the situation. Zhuo would take a seat if he was here.. but Shao, he was ambitious too. The Han needed him, some could say, for he was far more noble and just than that of He Jin.
With a fast and deliberate pace Yuan Shao walked over to the chair and then knelt before it, presenting his sword to the imaginary Emperor. The sheathed blade shimmered as its golden home drew in the light of the room, and surely a few eyes. A second later it rested against the front of the chair. There it would rest, hopefully until an man who could be Emperor appeared and draw it up. Surely only good could come after such pain, and thus a worthy Emperor. Shao chuckled, as that blade had been in his family for generations, and with Dong Zhuo's blood having just been cleaned from its silvery blade, it would rest peaceful once again at the Han's side.
With that, Benchu placed a hand on his knee and slowly stood up; a moment later he was sitting and talking with someone from the court. His eyes gazing over the crowd quietly as he lightly discussed..
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Post by Zhang Fei on Jul 21, 2008 3:01:24 GMT -5
"Yeah! This is what i'm talking 'bout!"
Yide shouted as he marched up to the dinner table.Fei immediatly grabbed a jug of wine and drank it down without taking a breath.He released a mighty 'Ah' as he sat down in the seat right next to the far end.
Fei quickly gathered a large plate with mostly chicken and grabbed a few wine jugs.He immediatly began to dig in with little manners.
As time passed Fei's Face become red and his eyesight blurred.Now came the fun part....
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Post by Liu Shan on Jul 21, 2008 4:38:18 GMT -5
The victory was won, Dong Zhuo was finally captive and no longer raping the land of everything she had to offer. But was the truely over? No, it wasn't.. Who would be the next Emperor? He Jin would claim the right for his sister gained much power whilst alive; but by the Heavens it was the next blood relative, which could mean the naive Liu Bei would be placed on the throne. So many could be contenders to hold the Dragon Throne and there was one now, paying his respects to what the Han court had suffered, Yuan Shao. Though he has no blood within the Imperial family he would still claim his prize, people never change. It would not be strange for people to again conspire against Zhang Jiao, of course he would be the new threat to the throne? No. For there was something he knew that others would not think of; he did not want to be Emperor and knew it was not him to bring the people under a Heavenly banner...
The great hall of the Imperial Palace was of fine architecture, so many years had gone since the Great teacher had been in these walls; it was a strange feeling that the last time he was here, that Jiao had to fight for his life to escape... Bao.. Liang. The two brothers who gave their lives for him. Letting out a saddened sigh Zhang Jiao made his way into the hall, along side him was the loyal bodyguard, Gong Ce. Looking over the wines and foods spread on one table, Jiao looked to the throne room; so many would now fight for an Emperor. Jiao did not look at Gong but spoke lowly so that only Gong Ce could hear. "This shall end sour, perhaps I should leave before intoxication points fingers of who wants the throne." Finally looking at Ce, the bodyguard could see within Jiao's eyes the fear that history would repeat itself and once again, people would turn on him. "With the Emperor dead... So many will claim their rites to the throne; though only blood can be in such a place... I fear that the Liu Bei is not the man the land needs to hold the foundations, he is too weak.. too naive.. Many will come to him, but he can not give what they need.." Jiao stopped before he spoke of anymore, concerned Ce gently patted his Msater on the back; it was pitiful but it was all he felt he could do. Smiling the Great Teacher moved further into the Hall to see so many soldiers of elite ranks starting to drink. Joining them there was He Jin, Yuan Shao, Wei Yan and now Zhang Fei; the very man who turned upon Jiao when he only wished to help. This was the attitude that Zhang Jiao was worried about, many turning on him even though it was him who saved the Allied forces.. Without him, they would all be rotting in their own filth through order of Dong Zhuo.
A small maid brought Jiao a warm cup of water, looking into it the Sage saw his reflection; he was aging, more than the others.. Though Yuan Shao would soon catch up. "Age shall soon take my body, to leave my path to someone else; for I shall not see the day the people bow to a new throne. Though my form may die, the spirit within me shall not halt until the people are given what they deserve..." Quickly Jiao sipped all the liquid in the cup, placing it on the grand table the Great Teacher gave another elongated sigh, now was the time to leave; he had shown his face. Why stay? For the wine would only cause people like Zhang Fei to betray him again. However, there was one man unlike them, a surprising turn was of Gongsun Zan; of all, similar to Yuan Shao in mind, would turn to be quite a friendly man. An other sigh, looking to Gong Ce the Sage lightly shook his head. "I can not be a part of this, while some starve here lies food that they gave us; we have no right to this... Ce, we leave for Yun Nan; our home, the people are too important to me to stand here and watch people waste the food that the people need." But no one could see this, Zhang Fei already indulging himself, Wei Yan doing the same and no doubt Yuan Shao claiming his worth... Turning round Zhang Jiao went to take his leave, making his way down the great steps; any who wished to speak with the Great Teacher would be welcomed.. If not, he would leave for Yun Nan.
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Xifeng Yue
Second Lieutenant
The Beautiful Devil
Turn the lights off in this place//And she shines just like a star...
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Post by Xifeng Yue on Jul 21, 2008 9:32:12 GMT -5
"Come on, Milady!" "It'll be fun!"
Xifeng crossed her arms, looking down at the general mass of men before her. "You really want to do this?" She asked suspiciously, a frown reaching her face. General responses of acknowledgment reached her, but had yet to swat the woman until her second leaned in. "And why not? What other times have we run off in the middle of the night to go fight a battle farther east then we've ever gone before?" The man paused for a moment, then added. "And it's not like we're going to get a very warm welcome from home. Everyone's going to be in the doghouse for up and leaving during harvesting season."
The woman allowed her imagination to wander a tad and saw he was right, finally conceding to the point with a sigh and dismissive words. Why did she have a bad feeling about this? Oh right, because there was going to be a bunch of tipsy warlords and Generals all in one palace together. "None of you better make me regret this." She half-threatened, though any lack of enthusiasm was lost in the excited cheers of her soldiers. "Start cleaning yourselves up then, and have it done quick."
Undaunted, the woman climbed the stairs with relative ease, despite their large number. Like most other officers, she had cleaned up and decked out slightly; The white of her leggings was pristine and the greens of her clothing shone. She had skipped out on the arm guards and any other armor she usually wore, but both her weapons were strapped securely to their usual places, unnoticed and out-of-the-way. They better not of been expecting a kiminmo... she hated those things with a secret passion.
"Remember what I said." She warned, though it was lost as the men scattered about to go do various things-mostly go eat. Her second loyally remained by her side, knowing that if Xifeng got bored or frustrated, their time here would be cut short. So it was up to him to keep her placated! The woman allowed her golden eyes to scan the palace while one hand reached back and pushed her hair ornaments back in place. She'd never been to Luo Yang before...
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Post by Mr. Zhang He on Jul 21, 2008 12:23:04 GMT -5
“You look underwhelmed, m’lady” crooned Zhang He as he glided into the palace, followed by Qu Yi, “I can’t say I blame you. Honestly, is gold on brown the best color scheme they could come up with? So bland. For a festive occasion like this, they should have used pastels.” He sniffed disdainfully and quickly scanned the crowd. Junyi was dressed in his usual purple silks, yet despite the casual nature of his dress (by his standards, anyway), he still regarded himself as better-dressed than half the other attendees. Ah well, they can’t all be beautiful. Junyi’s gaze caught a familiar face in the form of his own lord, Yuan Shao. With a smile, Junyi turned back to Qu Yi. His lieutenant was adorn in a plain yellow tunic; certainly a fashion faux pas, but the man had been adamant in his refusal to dress up. He was leaning against the door way, making flirtatious glances at the women outside the palace. Junyi grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him over to Xifeng.
“M’lady, I must introduce you to my master. He is a most noble and beautiful individual, and I’m certain he will absolutely love you, almost as much as I love what you did with your hair. Very tasteful. Now, please follow me.” Before Xifeng had a chance to respond, Junyi was off, darting through the crowd, Qu Yi in tow. He didn’t even bother to check to see if she followed. Soon he had arrived where Yuan Shao was talking, and made a low bow.
“My lord, if I may introduce the lady…um…” he faltered for a moment, once again forgetting that she had never revealed her name, “…who aided me most beautifully during our fight. Oh, and Qu Yi. He helps too. Somewhat.” Qu Yi, who had up until this point looked merely uncomfortable amid the formality and pomp of the feast, now looked indignant, and he made to interrupt, but was cut off by Zhang He, who thrust his palm before Qu’s mouth while still bowed low.
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Post by Xiahou Dun on Jul 21, 2008 12:30:52 GMT -5
'A grand feast eh? Not my favriote nitetime activity but I guess it'll help some one like me relax a tad. Even if only for a night.' No longer dressed for war, Xiahou Dun began to take the steps leading up to the feast. He had a more simple cloth on and no real armor, not even his helamt or cape which revealed his smooth stright jet black hair. He even had to change the cloth for his eye patch as the other had some few blood stains on it.
Once his eye got a hold of the banquest himself the first thing he was drawn to was the throne. He woundered if perhaps he could get Zhang Fei drunk enough to sit atop it and do a mock performance of Dong Zhou attempting to be emporer. Perhaps now Cao Cao would show face though, his cousin would probably love to socialize around this thing, but mainly just to see who among these great officers was truely a competent commander of men.
At his side was a young man, acutally one of Cao Cao's sons Cao Zhang, whom had dressed as a soilder under Xiahou Dun and fought eariler today, brefily saving his uncles life and get caught in the process. Needles to say when next he saw his father he had some words to face down.
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Post by Sun Yuan Ci on Jul 21, 2008 12:42:58 GMT -5
((Note to all, myself and Alencon will resume our duel. While that goes on, it being to the fist as it has become, I am assuming greatly that neither of us will be beaten to death. So we'll just keep that going as a thing of the past, this now being the present.))
*Sun Yuan Ci rode at the front of his pack. Behind him, the loyal and mighty Sun Liao, who brandished his spear as valiant as his cousin in the preceding events, and even led in the capture of the enemy general Guo Ci. The two departed as soon as they entered the battle, Sun Liao focusing his malice of justice on Guo Ci while Sun Yuan Ci maneuvered across the scape of the battle, aiding any who needed a spear at hand. The Sun Cousins were responsible for conquering the western flank and shifting the tide of the battle with their timely arrival. As the battle waged on, Sun Yuan Ci found himself in a trance, far behind enemy lines, waving his spear like a madman while hacking down countless enemy soldiers, even finding the vicious enemy general Lu Bu calling out a challenge. Zhiyun, with all his might and prowess, dueled and matched Lu Bu. However, he was disarmed in the bout, but with a quick approach, he held his sword at Fengxian's neck. After exchanging a few words, the two fought on, taking it down to their fists, exchanging blows as if they were two drunkards at a bar. But instead, they were truly fierce warriors, neither who could live the fact down that the greatest duel of their lives would... eventually... end.*
*And here he found himself. Stripped of his armor, detached from his spear. Zhiyun found himself cleaned. His armor, once shining of silver, was a dark crimson from the hundreds of soldiers fell to the warrior it protected. Zhiyun had wrapped his armor in cloth, and would deal with the cleaning of it later. For now, he would honor himself with the fine presence of the heroes of the age, the fine generals who fought on to realize the same dream he had.*
*Luo Yang... it was the warrior's return. The imperial city. While Zhiyun left the city a renegade, beaten by patrolling guards because of his lack of support toward the tyrant Dong Zhuo, he rode beneath the gates to be surprised by a flurry of applause. He looked to Sun Liao, who also experienced a homecoming, as he was a guard here only days prior to his exchange to Pu Yang, which is when the cousins finally met. Fate had an odd way of toying with emotions, and pulling the string of irony and destiny, to intertwine the two. Zhiyun knew there was a higher power at work here, ensuring that he live the life he envisioned; of peace, and that he could not only help bring it upon the land, but also be treated with a life under such terms. Luo Yang was always a beautiful and vast city, but with Dong Zhuo gone, and with a promise now of peace within these walls, a new light shone down from the heavens, unmasking at each corner a new sight to behold. With Dong Zhuo gone, with the simple presence of peace now in the land, the world seemed brighter. The world seemed more secure, and in every way more beautiful.*
*Zhiyun, with his cousin at his side, departed form horseback, giving his steed to a stable hand while he ascended the stairs toward the palace. His mind had been free from such darkness, but with Dong Zhuo's reign destroyed, he wondered what had become of his father, who once lived beneath the same ceiling he was now taking cover under. Upon thought of seeing him, he had felt as though a knife ripped into his chest, tearing his heart asunder. However, despite the fact that his father may very well be at this location, he opened the door to the palace, shining light from the outside upon the hall where mighty generals stood.*
*The cousins entered slowly, scanning the celebration from end to end. Zhiyun couldn't help but find himself unworthy to be here. Yuan Shao, the unmatched military general, and his greatest officer Zhang He, the one-eyed general Xiahou Dun... Fine generals stalked these halls, and here Sun Zhiyun entered, his face still stained partially with blood he could not cleanse. He felt... out of place. Nevertheless, he placed his hands behind his back, each hand wrapping around the opposite arm's wrist, and strolled toward the now empty throne. It was so disheartening, even in a victory celebration, to see such a striking symbol as a throne... empty. It was better empty, however, then with the lumps of fat from Dong Zhuo's colossal being drooping over each edge. Zhiyun lowered his head, bowing his head to the throne, and the symbol of peace and organization of his country, and to the new era of the Han Dynasty.*
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Post by Lyle on Jul 21, 2008 12:49:14 GMT -5
Yuan Shao smiled as Zhang He appeared, even though he was carrying with him what looked like Qu Yi. Qu Yi, the bastard, Shao frowned at that sight and then scoweled at by the mention of the mans name for he wanted more to meet the fiery woman who made what he did yesterday with such elegance so possible. Yet he piped up quickly before whoever Zhang He was talking about appeared, "Qu Yi helped eh? Amazing, truly amazing, your letting the special people take care of more than just the horses now? Wonderful, we will lead by example with such actions," finished the lord curtly and silently, so as not to drag too many ears to his message. With a smile he gazed at the boiling Qu Yi.
Someone was to appear, right? Yuan Shao had been at the edge of a table and had been toying with the large sum of gold that had been given out to him. It rested firmly on the table in a large sac. Many were eying it..
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Post by Wei Yan on Jul 21, 2008 13:04:10 GMT -5
"There he is, Yan." whispered Lu Rai into his friend's ear as Sun Yuan Ci walked into the hall. "The man they say even Lu Bu feared."
Wei Yan lifted his faze from the beef on his plate to the general entering the hall. It was true, Sun Yuan Ci had made his way into the hall and was walking towards the thrown. So, being the blunt man that Yan was, he got up and strode right over to the warrior. He wasn't sure how to start a conversation, most days Lu Rai did all the talking, but it didn't really matter right now. He would be talking to a fellow warrior, what courtesies did this one need? None he hoped...
"Sun Yuan Ci, glad to see you have come." stated Wei Yan in his normal, broad, bold voice. Once he had the generals attention, he put out his arm to the man and nodded a bit. "I am Wei Yan, I was there with your cousin Sun Liao on the western flank. He is quite a warrior, and they say you outshine any of those in China. The man who Lu Bu feared, they say. So what of this man now? What shall he do with no tyrants to de-throne and a false peace reinstilled upon the land?"
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Xifeng Yue
Second Lieutenant
The Beautiful Devil
Turn the lights off in this place//And she shines just like a star...
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Post by Xifeng Yue on Jul 21, 2008 13:27:39 GMT -5
The Beautiful Devil turned her attention to the approaching man and smiled slightly. her battlefield comrade. she acknowledged his words with a slight nod, until he got to the part about meeting his master. Did she really want to get involved with this? "I don't think-" She started, but by then he was gone. Xifeng threw a look over at her 2ed, who merely smiled at her and motioned for them to follow after the purple-clad man.
Who knew? Maybe then he'd get a chance to sneak off and enjoy himself.
The Female Officer trailed after Zhang He, reaching the three men soon after she had been introduced, approaching silently and taking a moment to examine the man before her that was Zhang He's Lord before speaking, not bowing. She had a problem with things like that. "Xifeng, My Lord; A pleasure to meet you." She said, offering him little to go on other than her last name. Parties weren't her thing at all, and in most circumstances, she wouldn't be here.
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Post by Sun Yuan Ci on Jul 21, 2008 13:29:23 GMT -5
*Sun Yuan Ci concluded his bow, raising his head to the throne, nearly losing a tear drop from his right eye. He stood tall now, allowing a smile to grasp itself on his face as he turned around, now, facing the large crowd. As he made his way toward a table, he was approached by a man. Obviously a warrior, as Zhiyun could tell from the man's appearance and the simple aura around him. The two were similar, as neither knew the meaning of fear. He blushed a little as the man talked, praising Sun Yuan Ci as the 'man that even Lu Bu feared.' The man was kind, and made Zhiyun feel welcomed despite he being one of the few men here absent of true royalty. He had his chance at royalty, but turned away from it to maintain his honor. It was the right choice as well, for if he had followed his father's footsteps, he wouldn't be celebrating victory, but contemplating his defeat.*
"Wei Yan... I know of you. I have heard your name prior to my endeavor in the battlefield preceding this ceremony. I have heard your name from my cousin, who spoke highly of you. I have heard your name through murmurs in these halls. I am afraid you may have the wrong person, however. I am a soldier who fights for what he believes in. A mercenary, who is paid not in gold but in the solitude of his vision being realized. Mine appearance in the battle was naught but mine duty to the Han. What of me? I shall roam the countryside, allowing assistance to any who require it. It is always darkest just before dawn, and the darkness of chaos has just been eclipsed by the dawn of peace. In this changing of the era, there will be much need for help across the land. However, if all goes well and these heroes are indeed just, then our dear country shall see peace. However, if another like Dong Zhuo arises, then I shall do to him what I did to Dong. I shall raise arms. War is the dirtiest of things, but I can see honor through it, if the reason for fighting it is virtuous. Lu Bu... he had nothing but the wrong reasons to fight. Myself... I can see no other reasons to take life other then to reinstate the peace. What of you, Master Wei Yan? Where will you go?"
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Post by Zhang Fei on Jul 21, 2008 14:51:57 GMT -5
Zhang Fei quickly finished off his plate and had a few more bottles/glasses/jugs of wine.He breifly noticed Zhang Jiao and breifly thought of going over to the old treacher.Fei figured that he would see Jiao soon enough so he left it at that.
Yide quickly got up from his chair and went over to see the great warlord Yuan Shao.He walked up behind Shao's chair and placed a hand on his armored shoulder.
"Well,if it isn't the Famous Yuan Shao! Ya know i heard that you got as drunk as i did during the battle! Ha ha ha!"
Fei spoke to the high ranking general like a personal friend of Fei's.Fei breifly glanced to Zhang He and Xifeng.He nodded to Junyi in a friendly aknowledgment.Zhang He's rescue was still fresh in Fei's Mind,which reminded him to offer the feminine officer a drink later.
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Post by Lyle on Jul 21, 2008 14:53:08 GMT -5
(uh, buzzed and malnourished, so here we goes the ol 1-2!)
Yuan Shao was taken back by the woman's beauty, she looked like some kind of angel, despite the way she carried herself. Polite yet not like those that had come before her. The middle aged Yuan had remembered her power on the battlefield and noted now that she was before him that she was as deadly as beautiful. Flattery she might never hear; Yuan stood tall and bowed, despite her clear rebellion against such formalities. His eyes met her face and then he looked down again at her, still amazed women could be built such a way. 'Oh ye..' he thought, and to the many women who'd found their way into his cabins in the mornings. He'd shewed them all off many times, knowing that he could not find true love in such a city.. but lou yang?
He cleared his throat and then spoke to the woman, "The pleasure is certainly mine, I am Yuan Shao, and you do not need to call me lord or any such things." He smiled firmly, he didn't like the word lord.. and she said my lord, as though she were in his forces already. That gave Yuan an idea, however, and he carried on, "My talents are but an epithet to yours and Zhang He's.. without either of you my body would be resting in the clutches of Zhuo, surely..." Shao paused, but started up yet again while looking at the cup of water in his hand, thinking it over. His sword still shimmered over by the Emperor's chair, waiting for a brave soul.
"Forgive me if I ramble, such a lovely lady as yourself I am not use to, especially when I first saw you upon the field of battle." Shao waited for He to speak, knowing the fairy, I mean General would have something to say.
(posted with mr fei up there. gonna reply to his comment later, sorry bud)
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