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Sept 21, 2006 16:13:36 GMT -5
Post by Gongsun Ren on Sept 21, 2006 16:13:36 GMT -5
Post here to improve the gate.
300/1000
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Sept 24, 2006 20:15:11 GMT -5
Post by Kong Fa Xu on Sept 24, 2006 20:15:11 GMT -5
I'll begin my tenure in Yan with a little bit o' making gates shiny. +85 = 385/1000
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Sept 25, 2006 10:45:06 GMT -5
Post by Kong Fa Xu on Sept 25, 2006 10:45:06 GMT -5
+85 = 470/1000
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Sept 25, 2006 22:53:53 GMT -5
Post by Kong Fa Xu on Sept 25, 2006 22:53:53 GMT -5
+85 = 555/1000
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Sept 28, 2006 16:05:19 GMT -5
Post by Gongsun Ren on Sept 28, 2006 16:05:19 GMT -5
+200 for Pu Yang
755/1000
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Oct 2, 2006 19:26:47 GMT -5
Post by Shikamaru on Oct 2, 2006 19:26:47 GMT -5
Uncertainty was heavy in the air.
Even as they all marched through the plains, towards Ye, even as the swordsmen made wary with crossbowmen at the head, just behind Shika, their arrangement in a very, very, very loose 'formation' of basically just groups of of men in a large circle, divided up into five circles following one little dot of a horsemen. The sun hadn't been out much that day, pitting against harsh winds, blasting against their worn, rough bodies. But, it was not overly bothersome. They'd been through worse. These weren't preferred conditions, but then, sometimes China could be unbearably hot. Blessings couldn't be taken for granted.
The little 'visit' from the Shaolin monks had put them on edge. But, they knew about this... Gongsun.. Ren? A good leader? Truly? But, if such a man were to be able to deal with such people as those 'monks' and be called a good man, there was more to this as well. Shika gritted his teeth. All for the better. If he that sort of.. 'power', to command respect, to command loyalty, or, at least be a damned good leader.. there was no point in not sticking with him for a while. Just so long as he could get a chance to pay the damned Romans back. That's all he needed. "..Ist Herr, jenes es?" came a crossbowmen's voice, pointing up ahead, as a large gate loomed closer and closer... Shika leaned over Tuan, to get a better look. Red flags furled over, overhead, similar in design to the seal of thte scroll. "Ja, glaube ich so."Trudging onward... for seeming hours, but so as to keep the alert, and keep themselves fresh, should they ever need to charge or flee... finally, the gates were before their masses of people. Shika nodding back at his people, he trotted forward a little, his overburdened Tuan not complaining, despite the fact that it seemed to carry so much weight, as his blue eyes, from underneath his rice hat, pierced through, staring at all the guards, glancing at them all quickly. "..I-I am t-the German, l-leading this group of.... people. ....Lord Gongsun Ren h...has requested us... l..let us pass!"No, his etiquette was lacking, but, he held out the scroll, waving it about, to show that there was some truth, that at least, Gongsun had requested that someone come through. But, security measures would undoubtly take place, search him down, maybe detain his people... he'd do what was needed to be done, if this was the case.
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Oct 2, 2006 21:56:35 GMT -5
Post by Gongsun Ren on Oct 2, 2006 21:56:35 GMT -5
Indeed, Qimang had told the guards that a German would be arriving at the city. The guards had never before seen such a man, and one looked over him wide-eyed while his companion replied.
"Policy dictates that you leave your soldiers and weapons here and meet the Duke alone. Will you comply with this?"
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Oct 2, 2006 22:35:31 GMT -5
Post by Shikamaru on Oct 2, 2006 22:35:31 GMT -5
Leaving Behind Comrades... "Das ist Scheiße. Fein, was auch immer... I-I'll.. comply then." came the shaky response. He had yet a chance to properly improve his Chinese. Much less, it would be the loss of the guards not to notice his struggling, and thus, lose a possible translator. Oh well, good practice for him, Shika thought, somewhat darkly to himself. Dark mutterings were heard behind him but it all came quiet, as he lifted out his sword, sheath and all, and struck it on the ground, staring at the guards, a taste of defiance and viciousness in them."..Wh-When I return.... not... single... manwomanchild.. harmed. Refugees kept safe. Clear?" came the garbled words, as he struggled to say them, smacking his bare chest with his right hand in a balled up fist, as if to spit them out, but the definiteness in his voice was there. Nodding back at his rather cautious people.. he nodded. and held up his hands behind his head, at the base of the back of his neck, below his rice hat, and took a few steps forward, staring at the guard who was staring at him, not in an insultive way, but a more rather.. 'What are you looking at?'. His facial expression, hidden, no one could see the grin that barely etched its way onto his face mask. Waiting to be patted down or something.. he knew how people like them were. It was a time of Chaos after all. And they were all part of it.
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Oct 2, 2006 22:56:50 GMT -5
Post by Gongsun Ren on Oct 2, 2006 22:56:50 GMT -5
"Of course. We understand the relationshp of the guest and the host," replied the guard, "Do you have a translator among you? The Duke's court lacks men versed in...German."
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Oct 2, 2006 23:05:47 GMT -5
Post by Shikamaru on Oct 2, 2006 23:05:47 GMT -5
"Me Lika Sucka Dick"
The Translator "..Uh, yes, actually." came a young boy's voice in rather refined Chinese. Sixteen years old.. a little German boy with blonde hair and blue eyes. Hastily stabbing his sword, though not quite with the same ferocity that Shika had, shrugging to himself, some of the others behind him, gasping at his boldness and initiative, he followed suit after Shika, putting his hands up above his neck, also waiting to be patted down. Closing his eyes, he shuddered at the dark thoughts of what they'd done to him, cringing at the thought of being touched by a man 'that way' again. Damned Romans.Squinting his eyes shut, bracing himself for the pat down, he nodded again.. "My adopted Chinese name is.. Hung Dat!" he chirped. Shika smiled to himself, also closing his eyes. 'Well met, boy.. well met', were his only thoughts upon the matter.
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Oct 2, 2006 23:14:21 GMT -5
Post by Gongsun Ren on Oct 2, 2006 23:14:21 GMT -5
The guards nodded, removed the sword, and allowed the pair through.
(Continue in Palace)
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Oct 15, 2006 17:07:03 GMT -5
Post by Gongsun Ren on Oct 15, 2006 17:07:03 GMT -5
+200 for Xia Pi
955/1000
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