T'se Lord's Return - A Cry for Peace Everlasting

[zhugeliang]

As it had there was most likely no more future for Liu Bei his fate sealed by Yuan Ci, the stealth men came from behind all exits where blocked off, there was nothing else that could be done. His last thought were off his brothers and Xiaoli.

Then the guards came in one at a time which was a little odd, but nevertheless it would make the battle somewhat winnable the first guard came swung at a distance, he ducked as the guards swung around he punched him in the gut, and for no reason started to headbutt him multiple times, his forehead bleeding aswell.

Another guards came from the side and impaled Liu Bei in the gut, he turned around slowly as another came and was a bit unco and slashed his arm, not enough to cut it off and he punched the guard who had his hands still on the sword in his gut forcing him back.

Removing the swords from arm, he swiped the guards head off, and did a quick slash down the middle of the other guard leaving with only one left. He kicked him in the gut and then sliced his head off.

Losing strength…his vision fading…he could only think of the ones he cared about his brothers, Shu, his son Chan, finally the one person that made his life worthy of living Xiaoli, who was still there it seems that she still cared for him it may have taken some tiem but it was a good last thought.

Struggling to stay up he looked over at the T’se lord who had his death ordered to him ‘’May you meet a fate worse than mine, to my brothers I am sorry to break our oath, Xiaoli……’’ He slowly walked towards her his face still bloodied he wiped it away and put his forehead on hers ‘’Thank you, and im sorry for anything that I have done that made you feel uncomfortable, as lasting words I love you.’’
With that he passed out from his injuries and fell backwards and closed his eyes…

[Ayden (Retired)]

(Post mostly directed towards Wei Yan)

Guards soon began making motions towards the fiery pirate of Wu. The man scratched the back of his head, knowing he was in the shizzle now. Keeping his sword at his waist, he nodded in a bowing fashion towards his leader Sun Jian. As much of a chaotic and somewhat fiery man he was, Gan Ning still respected each command of his lord. Wu came first for him. The guards began to roughly direct him in the direction of the exit.

"Alright! I'm going!" The only reason Gan Ning was truly leaving however, was the fact that Wei Yan had walked out silently. This Beast interested the Pirate. Why would such a proud and angry man leave such a clearly chaotic and important dining event. Gan Ning cared nothing for the attempted assassination attempt on Liu Bei of Shu. What he was interested in was the mentality of the former raging beast.

"Hey, Wei Yan!" Gan Ning had accelerated his pace to catch up to the man. He was weary of any hostility from the Beast of Chang An. he knew the man could explode and attempt to impale the face of the Wu Pirate. In almost scary daring behaviour, Gan Ning appeared behind the Proud Beast of Chang An, placing his left hand upon his right shoulder. "Now! Before you impale me in the face, I've got something to ask!" Stopping, he steadily removed his left hand from the right shoulder of the Beast of Chang An. He was eager for a reaction, but at the same time, it was not his objective. Strangely enough, this man did have a objective, and it revolved around the stability and spirit of the Wild Warrior. Steadily moving his body in front of Wei Yan, another daring move, the Pirate continued. "Can you spare ten seconds of your time? After all, I'm sure you don't have anything important to do." With a laugh, he expected a ferocious attempt on his own life from Wei Yan, yet half of him was ready to believe the Beast would in fact listen.

[Wei Yan]

(((I'm gonna say this happens before his "Unwelcomed Guest" business, huh? That way people know I'm not blowing off that thread. Haha!)))

There was a chill wind blowing in and the Beast shook a bit, his bare chest taking the beating from the wind. His heart quickened a bit at the touch of the cold. That was the one thing he hated more then anything was the cold. The night time brought cold no matter the season, and he just snarled a bit, almost challenging the cold wind to blow harder, blow colder. Am I never satisfied with the fight? Must I always treat everything like war? I am the noose, thought the Beast, just nodding before he heard the doors behind him opening.

He half expected the cocky guard from the gate and the banquet coming out to attempt to scold him for walking out on his lord. The other half expected it to be Liu Shan, his prideful tank running empty and needing another re-fill. The boy seemed to feed off the Beast, and he doubted either man enjoyed it, but he was wrong on both his expectations. Damn it all... It's the pirate, thought the Beast as he turned to meet eyes with the officer of Wu. The touch on the shoulder had done nothing more then make the Beast snarl a bit under his breath.

"You need something?" came the nearly instant reply. His voice was rough, blunt, fearsome. You know, his normal tone? The Beast just shook his head as he looked the pirate over. The man who had done nothing but blurt out what now seemed like drunken statements to a council of leaders. Had he even been invited? Sun Jian was entitled to one vassal and that had been Zhou Tai, but this pirate had came anyway. A bit of a snarl crept over the mouth of the beast, but he just stood his ground, staring at the pirate. The wind caught his hair a bit, giving him a nice strong look as his hair swayed but he stood unmoving.

[Xiaoli Qing]

Standing there Qing attempted to catch her breath as she watched everything happen before her eyes, she felt frozen. Qing had to remind herself to breath, she knew that if she did not then she feared she would stop all together. Watching her eyes were gray but something in them had changed, for once she was scared or at least the first time she showed it. This was not like when you were a child and your worst fear was your nightmares, this was real…there was no waking up from this. Wanting nothing but to at least try to help some how, do something but now there was nothing she could do, plus her feet would not let her move.

Not a single part of her would let herself move; all that she could do was stand and watch in pure horror. The son or whatever he was had taken a sword right to Liu Bei’s throat and as he cut him she watched the blood and then he started to laugh. There was something more in his mind…something that was not right and she guessed that she would get to see more of him. After all he would probably take over the throne in Shu now but Qing could not help but wonder…would she stay to help the people or leave and let this man have his way with the city. Confusion took over her mind; these were choices that she was going to have to make with in a few minutes Qing was guessing, or in a few days.

The man that protected Qing was dealing with more then saving her and as she watched him start to talk to the other man, blinking slightly all that she could whisper was “thank you”. At the time though Qing did not exactly know what to say to anyone for that matter there was not a lot that she could say. Of course going back to Shu and telling everyone what had happened was going to be a tough enough task. Plus she would have to talk to his oath brothers…and tell them that there brother had died, Qing was not use to doing this sort of thing. At least she knew that she might have killed brothers before but this was the first time she actually had to tell someone and attempt to keep her composure.

Then Liu Bei had managed to say some sort of last words and her eyes merely looked at the ground as he spoke to the lord and about his brothers, Qing would end up telling everyone. Then he apologized for making her feel uncomfortable “you don’t have to apologize…your dying” Qing said some how not wanting to accept the fact. After all she was not going to be able to for a while bluntly say that she had watched him die. “There is nothing to thank me for…I’ve done nothing to deserve it” Qing said merely looking at the ground as she stood there. Then he just had to say the three words that Qing never heard from anyone and never expected.

“Good bye Liu Bei” was all that Qing could seem to let come out of her mouth as she stood there not wanting to move for the moment. Leaning down she felt his pulse and there was not one…it was too late to attempt to save him. All that she had wanted was to see this world at peace and now there was only one less person that believed that was possible. Looking down Qing of course was not just about to leave him here, his body here he would have wanted to be buried in the place that he loved, Shu. Walking out Qing attempted to think of what she could do and then she felt a tap on her shoulder and turned around to see her bodyguard standing there.

“What are you doing here?” Qing looked at him a bit surprised as he hugged her, a little taken back by the hug. “What are you doing?” she said slightly muffled because her face went right into his armor which it was protection for him but it did not feel good getting her face shoved against it. “I know what happen” he said releasing her from the hug “you know you can cry right?” Liu said standing there. “I know I can” Qing said looking to the side “there is just a difference of wanting to or not” her voice was in a whisper. “I’m sorry I didn’t get here soon enough” by Qing’s guessed he probably already knew what had happened inside.

“No one could of done anything, but there is something we can do” Qing said looking up at him with a hopeful look as if she hoped that he already guessed what she was thinking. Smiling at her he nodded back to a cart “I have mine and…his horse connected to it, so we can get him back, just tell me where to get him and I will do the last thing we can for him…take him home”. Qing gave a light smile that told him that she was thankful to have him around; even if it was never spoken there were just small things that she showed to him. So that he knew he was not a waste of space to her, walking back in she nodded over to Liu Bei and he picked up the body with ease. Putting him in the cart with a slightly gentle way that he would never do with anyone he looked over at her “you can ride your horse Qing…I’ll handle the cart”, and with that they left for Shu.

[Sun Shang Xiang]

There was a sudden air of anticipation within the room as events turned darker and deeper than ever before. Within the room death was upon one man - Liu Bei of Shu, a person many looked up to and admired, yet now he was fated to rise to the heavens, a spirit of good for all to remember. Perhaps it was merely the knowledge she had of the man, or something deeper, but she felt sorrow as she heard the bloodied scream of pain erupt from the room she was being stopped from entering.

She was supposed to be in that room, she was supposed to be apart of the banquet. Yet she was stuck in the next room, a hand over her mouth as she struggled to gain some kind of advantage over her familiar captor. A frown formed, a fearless glare, unseen by the man in red who held her, but one her brother should know all to well she had on right now.

Finally the hand was taken from her mouth and she managed to stop herself from shouting, knowing doing so would probably alarm the guards inside and cause unecessesary, additional drama. She was let go soon afterwards, allowing her to turn and see her brother for the first time in several months.

"What do you want, Ce?"

Unknowingly she was being prevented from one simple thing; walking into her father. She would have never expected to see her father so far from Jian Ye at such a meeting, even if T'se and Wu were now allies. She would expect him to send an officer, Sun Ce at the most, but not his self. What would have happened if she did bump into Sun Jian? She dared not think such thoughts as Ce told her, all she knew was that she would be considered a traitor before a daughter.

"I was ordered by my Lord to attend this meeting..." She gradually spoke, his head lowering ever so slightly at the serious look of her brother. For some reason she found her self fearing him, as if some Demon was inside of him. "I shall deal with father when I see him, no please let me past."

She moved forward, attempting to barge past her brother and enter the audience hall, with or without his approval.

[Sun Bofu]

Sun Ce did not care for these trivial meetings. Vanity was far from his favourite passtime, now if this meeting was about women or fighting, then maybe he would find interest. It was for this reason alone he remained outside the of the meeting as it begun, that and the fact he knew of one very special person arriving any moment. If he could stop his sister from arriving and potentially starting some kind of argument with either Zhou Tai or their father, then it would prove far easier to pry his dear sister from Wei.

The question is, does Sun Ce have the persuasive and cunning abilities to take on the master Cao Cao? Was he capable of turning his sister from the darkside of Wei to Wu? He knew the dangers of being with someone like Cao Cao, and he did not want his sister to be thrown out on the streets like some unwanted whore. She was after all the Princess of Wu, not someone to use and throw away when bored.

Bofu was simply going to speak with Xiang when he overheard the guards upstairs. The large doors to the banquet were closed shut, giving enough silence in the hallway for an alert Wu Prince to overhear the rowdy soldiers. It was at that moment he had to make a decisive action. Either he could go out and speak with Xiang but miss the sounds of Liu Bei's death, something he so wanted to hear, on the other hand he could stop Xiang at the very last second and be able to kill two birds with one stone. He chose the latter.

The daughter of Sun Jian entered the hallway, greeted by Sun Ce, who gave a slightly sarcastic bow, one which resulted in a smile from his siter. "I would like to speak to my sister in private." Bofu respectfully told the guards, who looked less than 100% on the safety of such freedom. "Come on boys, Master Li Dian is next door, and this room leads only two ways, inside the meeting hall, or back in this hallway. She is my sister, I am hardly going to strangle her to death."

Perhaps it was a mixture of charisma and light hearted joking that brought about a nod from the guards, or maybe it was the knowledge of what incurring the wrath of Sun Ce might do to them later on in the evening. Sun Ce held no allegiences, and wasn't binded by the laws of alliances. Regardless he brought his sister into the room, moving towards the door leading to the meeting, for a better hearing and there he held his sister from behind, his hand over her mouth, because the words he would speak would startle her, and he wanted not to hear her scream or attempt to stop proceedings.

"We can't enter yet, T'se are about to assassinate Lord Liu Bei of Shu." A smile rose on Ce's face as he felt Xiang tense up and attempt to move. "Sis, why bother? The man is hypocrite, do you truly think he can save this land? I'll tell you who can save this land..."

With a wry grin he spoke once more, still whispering in Sun Shang Xiang's ear. "No one."

Why would he say such a thing? His father was just next door, the person he was supposed to help unite the land and bring about peace. Yet there he was showing his lack of faith in any of the current leaders of this land. Had he gone insane? Possibly. Or perhaps he was merely seeing the world in a new light, a clear light, one no one else could see. Perhaps it was he who was perfectly sane, perhaps it was he of pure thought.

"Cao Cao?" He scoffed after hearing himself say the name. "The man delves into brains, he twists things, drives a wedge between your sanity..." He moved his head to the other ear, whispering quieter. "...and your insanity. He'll manipulate anybody he comes across, much like you dear sister."

"So who? Our father!? Come on, the man is a fool, even I can see that."

He let his sister go then, knowing he had said enough to worry her deeply, about her and own and her brother's well being. In fact he had possibly given her more to worry about. Sun Ce was clearly insane, and what did that entail? Would he kill their father? It seemed all so possible with the way he was just talking.

She was surely speechless, and he paid no heed to it and instead walked around her opening the door to the meeting. He would not go back to the Wei guards, he had no respect for them. He'd leave his sister there, having the contemplate on what he had said. He had no plans, no real reason to care what she did, she was a trator to Wu in most people's eyes, why would they believe her over Sun Ce, trusted, valiant and noble Prince of Wu?

"The Little Conqueror has arrived!"

It was amusing, for the door he picked was one of the only ones where the guard had not attacked yet. Ce merely continued on, pushing the guard with some degree of force, whether the guard would take it as a threat was for him to work out, if he did, perhaps he'd be met with a blow from the shining Wu weapon perched upon the belt of Sun Bofu, perhaps he'd breath his last breath this day. Or maybe he would do the smart thing and let it pass, move out of the Wu Prince's way who wished to become a part of the whole event and make sure his father and Zhou Tai had a clear option for escape if they needed it, their brave and fearless Prince at one of the several exits.

"Long may filth like Xuande find their justice!" He pronounced a final statement loud for all to hear. The mighty Sun Ce was a figure few would ignore, and those who did may just become an enemy of the Wu Grand General.

[Ayden (Retired)]

Sept 23, 2008 9:22:00 GMT -5 Wei Yan said:

(((I'm gonna say this happens before his "Unwelcomed Guest" business, huh? That way people know I'm not blowing off that thread. Haha!)))

There was a chill wind blowing in and the Beast shook a bit, his bare chest taking the beating from the wind. His heart quickened a bit at the touch of the cold. That was the one thing he hated more then anything was the cold. The night time brought cold no matter the season, and he just snarled a bit, almost challenging the cold wind to blow harder, blow colder. Am I never satisfied with the fight? Must I always treat everything like war? I am the noose, thought the Beast, just nodding before he heard the doors behind him opening.

He half expected the cocky guard from the gate and the banquet coming out to attempt to scold him for walking out on his lord. The other half expected it to be Liu Shan, his prideful tank running empty and needing another re-fill. The boy seemed to feed off the Beast, and he doubted either man enjoyed it, but he was wrong on both his expectations. Damn it all... It's the pirate, thought the Beast as he turned to meet eyes with the officer of Wu. The touch on the shoulder had done nothing more then make the Beast snarl a bit under his breath.

"You need something?" came the nearly instant reply. His voice was rough, blunt, fearsome. You know, his normal tone? The Beast just shook his head as he looked the pirate over. The man who had done nothing but blurt out what now seemed like drunken statements to a council of leaders. Had he even been invited? Sun Jian was entitled to one vassal and that had been Zhou Tai, but this pirate had came anyway. A bit of a snarl crept over the mouth of the beast, but he just stood his ground, staring at the pirate. The wind caught his hair a bit, giving him a nice strong look as his hair swayed but he stood unmoving.

"Now that's what I like to see!" The Pirate was indicating the strong beast-like atmosphere emanating from the man of Chang An. "I want to know what happened to the Wei Yan of Glory." Curling his hand into a fist, he smacked the chest of the proud beast of Chang An. "What happened, your balls drop off?" Another taunt, launched at the ferocious man. Gan Ning knew exactly where this would get him, mostly a spear to the face, but at the same time he wanted that reaction from the man. Stepping right up in front of his face, he breathed onto his nose. Wei Yan would be able to smell the alcohol. "Yeah, so you lost your companion. Doesn't mean you lose your spirit. See, this world has no time for fairness. You gotta play it by chance. The old Wei Yan, the one of Glory, I remember him. You charged into battalion's with no worry! He only saw victory, nothing more. You see..." Placing his arm around the neck of Wei Yan, almost in a headlock fashion. "...you gotta show abit of backbone, but at the same time, you gotta show some madness. You know what I'm saying?"

(OOC, Apologies for crapness here mate.)

[Mr Nor]

Sun Jian slowly stood as Sun Ce arrived. Now, two generals from Wu had arrived... unannounced. this was beginning to get a little hectic, which Sun Jian did not like. He had planned on being very orderly, very proper. Now, a Lord lay bleeding on the floor, killed by the man who had proclimed peace for China, and his own son had arrived.

"Sun Yuan Ci, I believe that this banquet has resulted in an epic failure. Lords cannot discuss peace in a room filled with such chaos. Do you wish to try and continue this discussion? Perhaps we should convene, and continue this attempt at peace at a later time. With people arriving unannounced and with dead lords laying before us, it truly is hard to concentrate on peace..." he said as Zhou Tai removed his hand from his lords shoulder.

"However, I will not shy away from the fact that you truly caught everyone by suprise with your actions. I believe a slight ovation for your sly actions is in order." he said, clapping a few times. He had thought this man to be someone who preferred words to actions, although he had enough action to scare Lu Bu away. And now... his idea changed. Truth be told, he respected Sun Yuan Ci now that he showed he would do anything for peace. Because in order to create a fine steak, one must first trim away the unnecessary fat and gristle...

Zhou Tai was still flabbergasted. He had thought Sun Yuan Ci to be someone of peaceful intentions, who would never even consider something as devious and dark as assassination. An honorable dual, maybe, but...

...he did not know what to think about Sun Yuan Ci anymore.

[Sun Yuan Ci]

"For that... King of Han Zhong... I kill you."

*These words rung eternally, cross plain and over mountain, transversing seas and erecting over clouds. They tailed comets, reach to stars, seemingly blocking the bright rays of the sun and allowing the demons beneath the floors of the ground to rise. Indeed it was, this stroke fell from the blade of the black-clothed assassin was as pivotal a change in power across the land as the company of lord's had seen. And it happened infront of them all, as close to them as a cool breeze in spring, as real and vivid as a rolling field of roses. Lord and official alike, all in presence, soon found it all but impossible to bring their eyelids closed to blink. Before their very eyes splashed the crimson blood of Xuande's wound as he was struck by his killer. He fell back after a strong fight, and found yet the will to speak. If his life was to be taken with such a bane, it was only within the fairness of the heavens to allow him to spew his romantic words to the lady in his company. This brought tears into even Zhiyun's eyes.*

*It was widely known that T'se and Shu were the two powers that were destined to collide, both lords having grudges against eachother most likely due to their similarities and differences, as Zhiyun had felt. T'se and Shu were to engage in war soon, this was known. What just occurred, none could expect this. Sun Yuan Ci, the Face of Inspiration, he who was the essence of honor and held no ill aura in his presence, had struck Xuande down in an assassination during a treaty for peace. What had happened? A man who rebuilt a city in days, who hunted rogue armies and set them ablaze... a man who fought tyranny and corruption with all of his heart and strength... now slaying a rival lord in cold blood through a deceitful approach. As expected, there was a large outrage from such move. Zhou Tai drew his sword as the crimson tears of Liu Bei fell, standing tall over his lord in defense. Xiaoli Qing assured Liu Bei in his death, and Sun Liao called for the assassins to withdrawal. Zhiyun, with a stern look across his face, put his fist to the oak of the table infront of him.*

"Zhou Tai, my honorable friend, put aside your blade, for the duty to the country is done. This was no mass assassination, all in this room are safe. Liu Bei has been tried and struck guilty, and for these crimes he now rests in a world much more tranquil then the one we still reside amungst. Know this... should we fight through the coming years even after Xuande's sacrifice, then his death should be in vain, and I shall call myself a villain. Until that day breaks, however, I do not doubt my motives. If we do not unite, then it matters not who dies, this war shall be ever-present. However, if we do unite, then together we can build an empire free from chaos. Lady Qing, I give you the body of Liu Bei, and supply you with two of my finest horses fora swift return to Yizhou. Inform the mighty Guan Yu of what has transpired here... his response shall determine the future of our country. If there is any remedy I possess to repair your broken heart, I shall present it."

*A loud clang rung down the hall, where the main gate into the palace was now being swung open. A guard ran in, blade drawn, screaming of an attack. Liang Xun rushed to the guard's side, his face lighting up with rage.*

"Black banners fly outside Ye, my lord. Unknown invaders attack!"

"You are the Captain of the Guard tonight. Master Xun, it is your duty to hold off our foe. I shall don my armor, take my Crescent Spear into battle. Until then, hold the main gate reinforced. Through my actions, through my motives, through my might, I am the Knight of this Dark Midnight. I shall show these rogue brigands that my spear is ever-flowing, and deadly all the same."

*Thus, the banquet had ended. A calling for peace turned into a living hell. Lords throwing insults at eachother, an assassination, and a battle. This was all just reassuring Sun Yuan Ci's idea that peace was impossible to obtain, just a principle to look toward. This night, however chaotic and corrupted as one may call it, was Zhiyun's first step toward ultimate peace. Even with the death of Liu Bei, and even with the fall from grace of the Face of Inspiration. Liang Xun pulled out of the banquet hall, calling for all of T'se's ranks to defend the city, while Zhiyun retired to his private chambers to be equipped for war at his own capital.*

[Mr Nor]

Sun Jian was about to speak, but Zhou Tai interjected before Sun Jian could utter a word.

"Sun Yuan Ci... how can you consider an assassination a trial? You speak of peace, and yet you are a warrior of havoc. You've brought Chaos upon an entire nation by killing their leader dishonorably in cold blood. His death was hardly a sacrifice... His death was the catalyst of the conflict to come. I highly doubt Shu will sit back idly as you kill their King. By killing Liu Bei, you have condemned the lives of Shu, and most likely your own, to death on the battlefield, because you have decided to sacrifice their leader for Peace. Peace..." he said, spitting the word, "If you are the harbinger of peace, then I am the Queen of the Han."

As the guard spoke to Sun Yuan Ci Zhou Tai looked at two nearby guards. One held a spear, and the other held a sword. He looked at them, and coldy stated, "Give me those."

The guards, without hesitation, handed them over, knowing that if they did not hand them over, they would be taken by force. Zhou Tai handed Sun Jian the spear, and kept the sword for himself. "Sun Yuan Ci," Zhou Tai said with authority, "Sun Jian, Gan Ning, Sun Ce, and myself will all ride to Jian An. If Wu is feeling generous, there is a chance you will find reinforcements on your doorstep." he said as he walked towards Sun Ce, to leave Ye.

((I'll make a post in unwelcomed guest that will detail their escape from Ye once it's open.))

[Mr Wu Sheng]

The Prime Minister of Wu felt cold. The winds gushing in from the northern estates as he watched in cold silence the events of the new world. He had seen parts of the chaos, concealed by a simple brown and blue robe that had held aside his position of authority. For here, in the isle of change, he was nothing more than a watching spectator for the new dawn soon to rise. When troops would fill each side of the battlefield in its upper domain, when finally – he would watch the heroes of today pass away as quickly and as feverishly as they had thrown themselves into this chaos.

So he stood now looking over the room where guards moaned and generals shouted. In the distance, he heard the fading words of Sun Yuan Ci as he passed on his verdict of peace.

Behind him stood Khasar, wearing only a bright brown robe with no inner tunic, so as to reveal his pumped muscles. More crying and shouting followed the commotion, and then for but a few moments the Prime Minister had sworn to hear the rough accent of Zhou Tai speak, before the words cascaded and the guards approached them again.

“Who are you?” The guard said, as uneasily as he had before.

“We are but peaceful spectators, far to the south.”

The guard hadn’t replied or continued further, for up ahead Sun Ce was roaring his voice, and the two warriors swiftly proceeded to the inner chambers, where he noticed Zhou Tai and Sun Jian prepare for departure. Beside them was Sun Yuan Ci.

And it was then that The Prime Minister of Wu removed his robe, revealing beneath his red and black armour the visual scars of his battles. He stood gazing at the three men and then bowed.

“No good will come from today, I ask that you bid farewell to our host and leave immediately.” His voice was sharp, yet it was his eyes that had portrayed the difference. For they remained glued on the warrior known as Sun Yuan Ci, a man who had both rivalled Lu Bu and now assassinated Liu Bei.

“I never did pay my respect lord Sun Yuan Ci. After the battle against the Qiang I left in a state, and was reborn to my birth right among horses, with a bow and a shield. But by failing the rights of leadership I have cursed my own beliefs and gods. So I vow now that, when the time comes – if it is in my power to do so, I will repay you my debt ... in full.”

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Kind of just threw it in, i haven’t read ANYTHING and I pretty much just felt like crashing the party...SO...if I have missed vital information, sue me. Ohhh, you may also completely ignore my post if you want as well, i never read how people get in and out, so I kind of...added random things, my bad. I just felt bored, and somewhat LONELY.

[Liu Shan]

"Good boy, none are in your way for the throne.." The young boy was now outisde, guards and attendants rushing in every direction expression horror for what occured within the banquet hall, while others tried to leave Ye with as much haste as the winds. However, none seemed to take much notice of the deluded frame of Liu Shan who meandered down the steps, who would twitch every so often as the being within spoke of a greater plan; Yan Yu fully forgotten, the total submission had erased any memory in which Chao Cuo felt was not needed. "..B-But what of Lord S-Sun?.. L-Lord Cao C-Cao, he has power over L-Luoyang" Only one now took care of the everymore insanety ridden boy, Sun Liao of T'se, sending a personal guard to keep watch of him.. However, what he would see would be very unsavory for a man by the title of 'Imperial Nephew'. The young Liu had left his senses within the hall, now muttering to himself as he could only hear the words of the spirit and with regular twitches of the neck, Ping would have much to report to both Sun Liao and Sun Yuan Ci...

"Do not think of those curs, they shall cower in the might in which I have created; now young vassal... We have some plans to put forward.." The manner in which Shan now held himself was very melancholy, his eyes fixated upon the skies while his feet seemed to know where they were heading; the voice becoming loud, causing the twitches to become more profound..more obvious. Soon if would spread that insanity had taken the Imperial Nephew, some may sought to 'relieve' this boy from the struggle, while others would attempt to use this boy as a key to the men that followed him. "Wh-what plans??.. I-I'm scared.." Continuing to journey down the steps a bout of laughter came from the lips of the young Liu, many looks came his way as the boy travelled in no particular fashion; after proclaiming himself fearful of something, but now laughing in quite an unusal manner...how odd.

The snake had rushed from the scene in which brought Liu Bei's end, such a day! The Imperial Uncle, dead! To all surprised even Shan drew blood from the 'King of Hanzhong' slicing the throat to make sure death was inevitable. However, such a celebrations would have to wait as Liu Shan's very form changed before Yu, this was unbelievable; were the Heavens punishing the work he had created? Talking to the walls and now walking without purpose, even talking to himself?! This was not good for the former Han's 'glory', if this carried on the Imperial Nephew would have no chance in gaining the throne's credentials...meaning the snake would not gain a high rank?! Something had to be done, if only that stupid boy Li Dian left him in Luoyang, he could be living a usual life but no...Now he had this boy who had deteriorated mentally so fast; Li Dian would pay for the annoyances today.

"Get your men.. We head south, no.. We head north, gain Luoyang..the home of the Han Empire.. Raid the tombs of those who placed me to this, destroy the Temples and Graves of the Han!..Destroy the bones of Emperor Jing, such pleasure..teach him for betraying the only true friend he had!" Such a voice traumatised the young boy, forcing the resistance to fail with each syllable, Shan wished to thrust a knife within his chest to halt the voice of Chao Cuo; only days ago this boy was reading about the doings in which began to twist the Han Empire forming it into one of rebellions and corruption. Now? His frame was being ruled by him. Wei Yan, Sun Yuan Ci, Sun Liao, Yan Yu, Huang Hao, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei....all forgotten, placed within an abyss that made Liu Shan far stronger than these men could ever place upon him. The memories in which Bei Hai were taken in thanks for the Sun's kindness, gone. The fear in which Zhang Fei placed upon Liu Shan that caused his illness, eradicated. The strength Shan fed off from Wei Yan, no longer needed. Huang Hao and Yan Yu's work to manipulate the Imperial Nephew, destroyed by the will and corrupt desires of Chao Cuo.

The laugh's continued to escape the young Liu's lips as the meandaring refused to stop, down the steps he went not looking at anyone apart from the grey clouds forming over Ye. Not even the threat of dark coloured banners forming outside the gates of the T'se Capitol. "B-But what of L-Lord Sun Yuan C-Ci? Lord S-Sun Liao?.. I-I am there o-officer now." A futile attempt to plead for the spirit to leave the domain of his mind, however, even in the realms of hell the spirits knew that Liu Shan would yield to any amount of pressure placed upon his shoulders. "They mean nothing! You are the Imperial Nephew and you shall claim the throne, watch them die as they try to take the dragon within their own hands! They shall die! All of them!!" Shan was not aware of the personal guard Sun Liao had sent to watch over him, the report would be clear of insanity; though whether if the two Sun's wished to act upon it was another matter. Sun Yuan Ci had far larger problems, the unknown army approaching Ye and the army of Shu who would soon wish to take revenge for the loss placed upon them. Sun Liao? Such a possibility, however, one who wishes to claim himself hero will only be wrapped within matters that improve his image...associating himself with one of mental struggles? Pah! However, Wei Yan was the one who could come looking for the young Liu, Chao Cuo understanding such as a negative - for Wei Yan moved in a different path, he did not care for anyone now that his precious boyfriend had died pretending to be death incarnate; the insult! Had he not learnt of Chao Cuo?!

"I-I don't w-want to return to the C-Captial.. I-I want to st-stay here.." Twitches, shouting from the voices that were angered at the very questioning of it's intelligence; however, what Chao Cuo had planned would bring the name of Liu Shan to the courts of Hell...including the entire Liu clan's name - the punishment for what Emperor Jing bestowed upon Chao Cuo.. However, the ears now had one clue to where the young Liu headed.. The Capitol? For what reason did such a boy have in the Imperial Capitol?...

[Fu Xi]

Flames of the torches just outside the banquet for peace burned ever so bright, the death of the leader Liu Bei and the people confused by actions taken by various officers. Yet the one known as Fu Xi awaits with his back leaning of the might pole holding up the ceiling, his sword attached to his back. His eyes closed trying to predict an outcome he was doing, Yuan Ci, the conspired for Liu Bei death, Liu Shan and other stealth operatives saw his death, yet Xi didnt move sadden yes but not one to get his emotions in the way he stood tall and powerful before a new enemy.

Opening an eye as Yuan Ci, walked out of the banquet halls and to don his armor to take the fight up against the man he thought he killed, Fu Xi pushed himself of he wall and walked a different way towards the ruckus being carried out, he thought only of the death of Liu Bei ''Why must one so gifted die, he was the one supposed to bring peace he was the most qualified.'' Muttering to himself as he turned into a alleyway as many Wu officials and officers ran past to see out the remainder of the banquet of so called peace.

Pulling one arm out and with the other on his shoulder he began to rotate it to stretch for the coming battle he was walking into, It seems as if Lu Bu and his henchmen are enjoying this banquet a little too much. Fu Xi scalled a ladder going up the Ye walls and he looked himself seeing the hordes of men ready to make this city their own. A T'se captain rushed up to Fu Xi, ''please sir help, there are to many.'' He only looked at him and looked back out towards this black armored army that had approached.

[Sun Liao]

Things begin to get more hectic, and the young boy Liu Shan continue to rant to himself. Pang De watches, questioning his actions. Should he do something? Is this boy really crazy? Why does he keep talking about Luo Yang. Pang De ponders his actions wisely, not wanting to hurt the boy or to let his name become slandered from his insanity. The boy begins to speak about Sun Yuan Ci and Sun Liao, and Pang De inches closer now listening intently. It seems that Liu Shan was conflicting with himself, but about what? What about Luo Yang, what was the young boy hearing?

There seems to be only one solution in Pang De's mind. He makes his way through the crowd in the hall until at last no one is between him and the young boy. Pang De puts his hand on the boys shoulder, and turns his head towards him with his other hand.

"Come with me Lord Liu Shan, we will go find Sun Liao and Wei Yan, they will know how to treat you. But careful to hold your tongue, lest the other lords see your insanity as I have."

Pang De stands up letting go of the boy and reaches out his hand for Liu Shan to grab onto.

"Do not fear, I know you are not insane, yet, you are young and you have a troubled past, and you have seen far too much and experienced far too much of these 'politics' that anyone your age can handle. Come with me, you'll be okay."

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Meanwhile, Sun Liao has at last caught up with Wei Yan to find him speaking to a pirate from Wu. Sun runs in gasping from pursuing Wei Yan, only to here the pirates last words,

"...you gotta show abit of backbone, but at the same time, you gotta show some madness. You know what I'm saying?"

Sun Liao stops and turns to the pirate,

"What do you know of Wei Yan? The Wei Yan I know does not flaunt madness like a weapon. Better yet he controls it, and uses it to defeat his enemies, not to cause more chaos then there already is. Don't act like you know what you are talking about pirate, I know your kind all too well, and I'd rather you didn't strut around this place like you are in charge, or in control, because you are not, and that I can guarantee."

Sun turns to Wei Yan,

"My friend, I have followed you to speak to you about my cousin and this situation. Do you have the time to oblige? I understand all has not gone well, and talks for peace have crumbled, but you cannot leave now."

[Liu Shan]

"Such a fool! Ignore that man and carry on forward, time is now to gain power while all is in disarry; the quicker the better.. With that Imperial Uncle fool dead, Shu will be easily destroyed." As Pang De's hand touched the young Liu's shoulder, the entire frame came to a halt and as the banshee began to protest against the words of Sun Liao's guard. However, something melancholy was occuring, for the first time when this spirit appeared Liu Shan was trying to fight back, bringing symptoms of a fit throughout the body which took it's hold and had every limb frantically shudder; the sight quite foul, but for those understanding of Shan's situation, would sympathise greatly...another internal struggle, far worse than ever before; the strength of the demon within had more strength than Zhang Fei multiplied; it's twisted manner caused by the cause of his death..however, the spirit could not understand it was to blame, that it's own corruption lead him to be murdered when alive; he caused the rebellion from within the Liu clan and now, such had happened again.

"N-NO!" As Pang extended his hand to Liu Shan, the sudden fit would have knocked it away; it was not a sign for him to leave.. Shan had no control over the body, barely over his mind and wanted any form of help with the struggle he was now going through..Fighting an invisible foe, one that people did not believe existed and ones that would never think of. "Your pathetic frame is mine, vassal! Try to fight, but you shall not succeed, too vulnerable! Too frightened! Without friends you can not go forward, all this men, they merely want the loyalty you inspire in men...not caring of your true stat!" The frame was hurled to the floor, not by the great battle of the mind, but Liu Shan and his attempt to regain the whole; if only Pang De could heal this, or even experience the suffering and truely understand..Perhaps death would be a blessing?.. No! Sun Liao truely did care for him, after all he sent Pang De and Wei Yan, why would he travel all the way to Luoyang if he showed no sense of kindness? As Shan hit the floor, a thud was heard; the head had been accidently placed further than the body...causing the innosence to fade into unconciousness; the fight? No victor, but no loser. Merely a victom, spralled upon the bottom steps of Ye palace, the vibrant green robes in a heap and as if mother nature was growing a tree within the stone.

Silence, as if in mourning, blood began to gently pour from Shan's frail head, trickling in the cracks of the stone; symbolising that the spirit had left.. believing this vassal was a lost cause, perhaps it would return to haunt the frame of the Imperial Nephew later; but for now, all was left was a lifeless Liu Shan. It would be obvious to Pang De that the young boy was not dead, injured under the wieght of the insanity that tried to take hold, rest is what was needed; being surrounded by people who cared, giving him the strength that would conquer Shu and every fear this boy had...