rottk @ 2005-08-15T18:04:00

2005-08-15T22:05:12Z

Temporary place holder :P

rottk @ 2005-03-24T14:45:00

2005-03-24T19:46:05Z

The rain falls in sheets as a man clutching a dying woman runs down a dark alley out into an empty street. Kneeling down unable to continue he rests her down gently on the street holding her close as she utters her final farewells before slipping into the after life. The spreading blood mixes with the pools of water accumulating around them. From the darkness four men surround them advancing slowly their blades covered in his lover’s blood. Sobbing the man carefully lays down the limp woman stands upright shaking from the cold and his rising grief. His sword previously sheathed naked in his hand.
If only he had unsheathed it earlier…

Standing above the body, the rain running in rivulets down his body his long hair stuck down around his face. His breathing coming hard as his temper rises at the notion of his wife’s passing dances through his mind. His anger almost visible seems to cackle around him stopping the four men in their tracks as they stare into the inferno of his eyes. Running straight for the nearest murderer his rage seethes forward with him. Unable to move the first victim can do nothing but stare at the tumbling scenery as his head bounces repeatedly on the ground several feet away, his body toppling after it. The three remaining men seeing their comrade fall so quickly each turn tail and run in each direction praying to each their own god that their pursuer chooses one of the others. Stumbling back towards the motionless woman his sword clanking as it hits the ground. He falls forwards on his knees hoisting her up into an embrace as he screams his pain into the night.

The kneeling man shuddered rhythmically as he mourned his beloved. The distinct smell of morning dew permeated the air covering everything coupled with the scent of freshly turned earth from the grave. Removing his scabbard he made a crevice in the earth and placed his sword now wrapped in linen inside the hole covering it with the dirt he had removed. Placing a water lily on the grave he leaned down and kissed the flower vowing to bring death to anyone who wished anyone else her fate. Thus marking him as the one who’s fate was written in the stars.

When the dragon meets the snake he will lose his heart and forsake his fangs.

On the day the monkey makes peace with the sheep the tiger will stalk the snake.

once the tigers sir comes into play

the snake must then bear again his fangs

or the sheep will burn.

These are his dreams. Memories of a night he wishes he would forget. In a small hut, the orange glow of the forge the only source of light. Dao Hun beats steadily on the weapon that from then on will in body his new life. Beads of sweat from the heat roll down his face, the stench of drink, signs of another futile attempt at one night of peace, still strong on his breath.

“Go away.”
And these are his ghosts.
“You know I won’t…”

The sharp sound of metal hitting metal continues on like that of a two man battle locked in a struggle that sees no end. Followed by sparks that dance wildly singeing his arms and chest in places uncovered. The smell of coal which fuels the fire mixes with that of his breath and singed flesh.

“…Wei, please don’t do this.”

The two combatants come together for a single moment, allowing both a much needed breath before resuming more ferociously than before.

“Don’t call me that. I am Dao Hun.” Replies the wielder of the weapon being used to carve another.

“Dao Hun? Heh…You know you can’t fight prophecy.” Says a voice from a spectre only Dao can see.

A billowing cloud raises as Dao thrusts the finished weapon into a chilled barrel of water. The hissing blade is then pulled free steam trailing along the arc in which it was brought out. The black steal glinting in the light of the forge he submerges it once more and pulls it out pointing it towards his ethereal ancestor.

“That may be true. But that wont stop me from trying.” He retorts, a burning flame returning to his eyes.

rottk @ 2005-03-24T12:21:00

2005-03-24T17:29:51Z

衛盜魂
STATS

F				Given Name: Wei 4(wee)衛
I	...	Strength	2	Style: Dao 4 盜
R	...	Perception.........	3	Name: hun 2(ha-win)魂
E				................................................................................

W Birth Date: 177ad (27)

O ... Stamina......... ...2 Sign: Fire Snake

O ... Willpower ...2

D ................................................................................

W Height: Height: 5'6

A ... Agility............ ...3 Weight: 156

T ... Intelligence ...2 Eyes: brown

E Hair: Black

R ................................................................................

E

A ... Reflexes........... ...2

R ... Awareness ...2

T

H

M

E ... Yang............... ...3

T ... Yin ...3

A

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rottk @ 2005-03-24T11:20:00

2005-03-24T16:20:26Z

SKILLS

Sword	5
Daoism	3
Defense	3
Etiquette	2
Hand to Hand	2
Medicine	2
Wrestling	1
Intimidation	2
Hunting	2
Stealth	1
Investigation	2
History	2
Knife	1
Atheletics	1

TECHNIQUES

Tang	(Parry Weapon)
Po Huang	(Break Weapon)
Zhan	(Chop Limb)
Mo Mu	(Demon Eyes)

ADVANTAGES

Great Destiny	...	4
Inheretence	...	4
Death Trance	...	2

DISADVANTAGES

Haunted	...	3
Lost Love	...	2
Chemical dependency	...	3

WEAPONS

Weapon	Skill	Damage	Stats
Dao (sabre)	Sword	2K3+str	two hand
Dao (saber) "Dian Cuoze" 電齰	Sword	3K4+str	two hand, perfect balance +4 initiative, perfect edge +1K1, +1 yang pool

W				Birth Date: 177ad (27)
O	...	Stamina.........	...2	Sign: Fire Snake
O	...	Willpower	...2
D				................................................................................

W				Height: Height: 5'6
A	...	Agility............	...3	Weight: 156
T	...	Intelligence	...2	Eyes: brown
E				Hair: Black
R				................................................................................