The March To Ye

[Shikamaru]

Germans In China
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

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!"*

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OOC: The above is my PM to Gryffin's PM. The bottom is where the rest of Shika's actions begin.

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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.

[Ge Hong]

As the German man stood around preparing his camp, a group of men came out of the shadows. Carrying funny looking pole-based weapons, they came out of the shadows around the camp, en-masse. There were roughly 100 men, all of them carrying one of the pole weapons, known as a Shaolin Spade, and wearing battle armor, robes, reinforced with metal plates, meant for mobility and defense, some of the best overall armor available.

These men, however, barely needed it.

They moved in a circle to surround the small encampment where the giant german man was. At the forefront, however, stood a single man, who was carrying a different array of weapons. He had an Easterner Sword, a Katana, at his side, with a Naginta, or a pole-blade, in his right hand. Its blade was greenish, jade, gleaming in the final moment of sunlight.

His head was wrapped in cloth, allowing only his eyes to be shone. His brow was furrowed, and he looked at the foreigner. In chinese, he spoke.

You. You are a barbarian. What reasons have you for moving towards Ye, capital of the Lord Gongsun Ren? Speak now, do not hold your tongue.

(kekeke, Shik, i'll make your life hell XD)

[Shikamaru]

Visitors of Friend or Foe..?
Theme Song: Intro Barbarian

"Wer fickt das sind diese Bastarde?" Burst out one of the older swordsmen, as everyone hastily broke into a mass of men, flurrying into their camps, breaking out their swords, spears, crossbows, and bows, nocking arrows..

"Genug.Keine Bewegung."

Immediatly, the encampment became eerily quiet. As for Shika... his horse trotted up to the strangely clad man, with cloth covering his face, save his eyes. The weapon of this man concerned him. It was strange.. yes, even though he'd been in China for over a decade.. he could say something was not... 'fitting' to the Chinese standard weapons. But, he couldn't swear that. He was too young, and never really got too close of a chance to check out Chinese weaponry, seeing as how they were a very mobile group.

As did the robed man furrow his eyes, so did Shika, his blonde hair obviously noticeable, as they looked straight back into his eyes, almost as if trying to read something beyond what this man was telling him. Why would he hold his tongue in the first place, if he wanted to speak? It was impossible to speak like that. ..For certain, this group of Chinese men were not only a huge possible threat... but, they were very strange in customs. His face not affected much to the insult of being called a 'barbarian', he shrugged his shoulders.

"Einfach. Er hat erbeten, dass mich dort komme. Das soll offensichtlich sein... Simpla.. Hre 'equested he tuo c-come there. Das-That sol-should b-be ob-vious." came the words out, first, with ease, and then, with sudden difficulty.

"Simple. He requested me to come there. That should be obvious..."

OOC: He first spoke it in German, and then, realizing he did, tried to speak it in Chinese, but, it came out garbled. The font in blue is what he's trying to say.

With, sudden ease.. his words came out.. "Aber was ich wissen möchte, ist, wie Sie das herausgefunden haben. Haben Sie uns nachspioniert?" A pause. "Ock.. my C-Chinese is bad.. er... Bwat whut Idt l-loke ta kna, i' ho' ya' foun' tha' ou'.

*"But, what I'd like to know, is how you found that out. Have you been spying on us?"*

His left hand kept at his hilt, as Tuan neighed a little. The difference in skill was obvious. There was an aura about this man. He couldn't take him, not in a fair duel, if it came down to that huge of a threat. But.. honor compelled him. Uncertainty and a stiffness filling the air... he kept staring the man, almost lividly, with some sort of animalistic feelings in his eyes, as if to bare his fangs. There was over five-hundred of them. Plus refugees. If they dared harmed the innocent, they were no better then Roman scum. Some of the warriors behind Shika came out, as the leader, with a sense of boldness to him, for what he had at his young age was.

Some of his men had begun to get into position behind him, two swordsmen standing by his horse, a fierceness in their eyes, swords drawn. But, they made no move to threaten the newcomer.

Pending on what this man did next... he would determine exactly how MUCH honor he had.

[Ge Hong]

The man with the clothed head continued to stare into the man's eyes, a growing ferocity in his own, matched only by the curiousity of the others. He broke contact and looked at the men coming from the large man's behind.

Immediately, the Shaolin Monks were begining to close in on the circle, herding the men, their training superior in every way, the Monks able to kill at a rate of 6:1 with men of this caliber. They inched closer, but stopped when Bapuzi smashed the hilt of the Naginta into the ground, giving a startling thud.

He began to turn from the gigantic man, but stopped about 5 paces away.

Lord Ren is a good leader. We are of the Shaolin Monks, second temple, Pu Yang Province. The original is in Chang'an, a place where you will never visit.

Have a good day, Westerner. Ach Tung Biatch

The Monks faded away, back into the surrounding fauna, dissappearing soon after.

Shika: +2 Wisdom, +1 Leadership.

[Shikamaru]

OOC: XD You bastard...

Ungefähr was Das Fickt, War Dass Alle?
Theme Song: Red Impulse

"Ungefähr was Das Fickt, War Dass Alle?" came his voice, as all the evidentally named 'Shaolin Monks' left the scene, strange as they were in their behavior, almost threatening to kill them all, yet not, the tension only just barely beginning to leave the air. But, it was a good lesson in humility, Shika nodding this to himself. Shaolin Monks...

"..A-And w-we are of the... Germania Tribes of... the North!" came his voice, echoing through the trees, a bit shaky, but loud. They'd introduced themselves. The shock of their presence had made him forget his manners... but, it was only right, even if they didn't hear it. He'd at least attempted it. Amongst themselves, the Germans looked somewhat lost in thought, confused as well, only just beginning to drop their weapons to a non-threating point, towards the Earth. "Gut auf was warten Sie? Ist eingepackt! Wir bewegen aus zu Ye!"

Obliging to this... with wary checks, towards the woods, they began packing up again, as Shika dropped down the side from Tuan, his feet planting themselves on the ground, as he headed over to his little tent, gathering what he could, packing it up, hauling it over to his farm horse. Tuan was... experianced in lifting heavy things. Remounting him, they set up, finishing up their packing...

..Right, interrupted. But still, to Ye. Newfound confidence was instilled into Shika.... a good Lord to serve? Sounded promising.

..Hopefully.