Post by Shikamaru on Oct 2, 2006 16:34:24 GMT -5
Germans In China
Theme Song: Mobilize
Theme Song: Mobilize
A foreigner sat atop his horse, with strange clothes, his chest bare, a 'rice hat' over his head, a face mask covering his mouth, adding to the eerieness of the scene, and a strange Chinese sword, weighing down at his side. But that was because he was a foreigner. His hair was blonde, his skin rather white, attributes that his men, in the little encampment around them, accepted with ease, as they too bore similar attributes. They were barbarians. A barbarian people.. enslaved more then a decade ago, from their their homeland of Germania. For a while, he looked at the group of refugees he was looking, reining up his horse, leading it more towards a small stream. Shang Dang. No, it was not home, not his city of Mogontiacum. "...Aber es ist so lang gewesen... es ist gut genug. Es ist gut genug."
Long ago, he'd already given up hope of seeing his homeland. All of them, slaves, shipped to these new colonies of Rome. Working ricefields, alongside Chinese men.. until that day. That day they banded together, that day when he lost the last thing he held dear, the day.. that day. Everything they had was stolen equipment. It'd been about two years now, already. None of their weapons were their own, save some arrows and bows, but yet, even the sword that he wore at his side, that he knew how to use in the most basic of ways.. But, for all that had happened... he'd seemingly been appointed the unofficial head of them. Him, a barbarian warlod? Not yet, he was too young. A little chuckle could be heard, from under his face mask, as Taun drooped his head down to the stream, taking much time to fill itself. Shika's arms folded amongst themselves, as he sat there...
"Herr! HERR! Eine Nachricht! Wir sind eine Nachricht gegeben worden!"
"Was!?"
Panting, the young swordsmen dashing with as much speed as he could on the dirt ground, puffs of dust in the wake of every single step he launched himself into, finally, skidding to a halt, at his rather bewildered looking leader. "Eine Nachricht? Was bedeuten Sie?"
*"A message? What do you mean?"*
A message? They hadn't been around for that long, to be noticeable, had they? Fear planted itself in his heart, when the young man unfurled the scroll, and held it up to Shika. In wobbly Chinese.. he began to read it out loud, already with more then just a few dozen of his own men coming in, making half a circle around him to hear what it read..
Master Shika,
Greetings. I am Gongsun Shang, brother of Gongsun Ren, Duke of Yan. I have heard that you are a skilled officer from the same distant land as these new barbarian invaders, the Romans. However, it is also my understanding that you are not a Roman yourself. Considering the militaristic nature of the Romans, I would take it that your homeland has been invaded by their kind like ours is today. As such, I would as for your aid in defeating them, as well as the internal corruption and external threats surrounding and infesting the Middle Kingdom. Your expertise would be appreciated and greatly extolled. If you would, please visit my brother in Ye. I can assure you, you will not be dissappointed.
I hope to see you soon,
~Gongsun Haozi
Greetings. I am Gongsun Shang, brother of Gongsun Ren, Duke of Yan. I have heard that you are a skilled officer from the same distant land as these new barbarian invaders, the Romans. However, it is also my understanding that you are not a Roman yourself. Considering the militaristic nature of the Romans, I would take it that your homeland has been invaded by their kind like ours is today. As such, I would as for your aid in defeating them, as well as the internal corruption and external threats surrounding and infesting the Middle Kingdom. Your expertise would be appreciated and greatly extolled. If you would, please visit my brother in Ye. I can assure you, you will not be dissappointed.
I hope to see you soon,
~Gongsun Haozi
Reading it aloud again, this time in German, there was a mixed reaction among his men, as they stared. But for Shika, his eyes had widened.. a chance. A chance to strike back, against the oppressive Romans. In a quiet way, his hand went over his face mask, revealing a rather boyish face, but, it was obvious in his eyes, from the multitude of hardships that they all shared that which was evident. "Zu allen, dass mir folgen wird... Ich suche vengence für unsere Leute, vengence für die Verbrechen, die gegen unsere Leute, und alle Leute eingesetzt werden, die die Römer gemacht haben. Ärger verbrennt in mir, meine Leute so folgen mir, wenn Sie werden, wenn Sie römisches Blut schmecken wollen.. es ertönt köstlich zu mir."
*"To all that will follow me... I seek vengence for our people, vengence for the crimes commited against our people, and all people that the Romans have done. Anger burns in me, my people, so, follow me, if you will, if you want to taste Roman blood.. it sounds delicious to me."*
Not a man deterred, all of them, rallying together, Shika pulling out his sword, waving it, thrusting it into the air, as their chant developed, echoing further and further, as their cries became evident. A chance for honor. A chance for redemption. For their newhomeland. The words were etched back, in a scroll, a messenger sent to Ye, as he unfurled a scroll... with one line in German, and the other, translating it in Chinese...
"TOD NACH ROM!"
*"DEATH TO ROME!"*
*"DEATH TO ROME!"*
OOC: The above is my PM to Gryffin's PM. The bottom is where the rest of Shika's actions begin.
Already, behind the messenger, the trampling of five-hundred four feet could be heard, alongside the refugees behind them, who couldn't hold a weapon, too young, too old, or a woman. At the head of this mass of people, trotted Shika, from his horse, Taun. The message from.. what was his name? Gongsun Shang- right.. that was it. Gongsun Shang had offered them a chance to serve. A chance for redemption. A chance to live life again, as a warrior. For Roman blood. For his new homeland. For THEIR new homeland. Germania was too far away.. and, a decade had passed, since they'd been put into bondage, slavery to the Romans, working the rice fields. 9 years. 9 years it had taken to break from from their slavery, to kill their captors, and run rampant in the lands of China. With no direction. Except to survive.
Some of them had managed to adapt, learning some Chinese. Others, could not. Shika... was one who struggled with it, but knew how to speak, although a bit horribly so. There would be time to change that, soon enough.
Ye awaited.