Post by link on Oct 22, 2010 14:35:49 GMT
Chang An.
The emperor, the Son of Heaven, had gone through the worst hardships of them all, one might say. Witnessing and experiencing firsthand the numerous hardships and threats, as well as the endless acts of tyranny from Dong Zhuo, he now had to deal with Zhuo's equally evil followers of two, Li Jue and Guo Si. Keeping the Emperor as their puppet within the palaces of Chang An, the newly assigned capital after Luo Yang had been burnt down, they manipulated the court and wreaked havoc in the land, bringing chaos in every street and corner of the Han.
But there were some who were willing to contribute their all to rescue the emperor. Of course, their intentions weren't simply the charitable act of helping the so-called head of the dynasty. No, it was quite obvious that each of them willed for their own turn of taking over power of the land to come, and come quickly at that as well. The majority of the warlords, or even all of them, really wanted this, each striving to rush for and take the emperor from the grasp of Jue and his colleague.
Cao Cao was one such man.
Alongside these men, there were those who were completely oblivious to the purposes of manipulating the land, or even having to rescue some worthless scum lacking the power even to stand up and kill their evil manipulators with a single stroke of his blade. These men, sharing not the same pride and arrogance as the previous group of heroes, yet far surpassing them in the means of truly loyal actions, followed their masters' will at all times, accompanying them through high and low, and through the quest of retrieving the ultimate prize.
Wei Yan was one such man.
And so here he was, crouching behind a cluster of bushes under a dark, moonless sky, peering over the foliage at the tall standing walls of Chang An. A simple nod of his head served well as a signal, as his well-trained soldiers of the night moved with rapid speed as they juggled through the branches before landing lightly behind their individual selection of wells. The numerous water sources of the city, yet they were all located outside the walls, as always. There was the single artificially built stream for usage of backup in case of sieges, but that would be taken care of as well.
Creeping up to the gently flowing river of water, Wei Yan reached into his garments before pulling out a concealed bottle of fatal poison. Uncorking the bottle, he poured the contained substance into the clear water without a hint of hesitation, unwilling to waver at the inevitable outcome of suffering innocents and soldiers alike. His soldiers obliged to do the same, each dumping their poison powders into their respective wells, dissolving them straight clean through the clear liquids as they awaited for the next day to come.
And as soon as they came, he left without a trace of their existence.
The emperor, the Son of Heaven, had gone through the worst hardships of them all, one might say. Witnessing and experiencing firsthand the numerous hardships and threats, as well as the endless acts of tyranny from Dong Zhuo, he now had to deal with Zhuo's equally evil followers of two, Li Jue and Guo Si. Keeping the Emperor as their puppet within the palaces of Chang An, the newly assigned capital after Luo Yang had been burnt down, they manipulated the court and wreaked havoc in the land, bringing chaos in every street and corner of the Han.
But there were some who were willing to contribute their all to rescue the emperor. Of course, their intentions weren't simply the charitable act of helping the so-called head of the dynasty. No, it was quite obvious that each of them willed for their own turn of taking over power of the land to come, and come quickly at that as well. The majority of the warlords, or even all of them, really wanted this, each striving to rush for and take the emperor from the grasp of Jue and his colleague.
Cao Cao was one such man.
Alongside these men, there were those who were completely oblivious to the purposes of manipulating the land, or even having to rescue some worthless scum lacking the power even to stand up and kill their evil manipulators with a single stroke of his blade. These men, sharing not the same pride and arrogance as the previous group of heroes, yet far surpassing them in the means of truly loyal actions, followed their masters' will at all times, accompanying them through high and low, and through the quest of retrieving the ultimate prize.
Wei Yan was one such man.
And so here he was, crouching behind a cluster of bushes under a dark, moonless sky, peering over the foliage at the tall standing walls of Chang An. A simple nod of his head served well as a signal, as his well-trained soldiers of the night moved with rapid speed as they juggled through the branches before landing lightly behind their individual selection of wells. The numerous water sources of the city, yet they were all located outside the walls, as always. There was the single artificially built stream for usage of backup in case of sieges, but that would be taken care of as well.
Creeping up to the gently flowing river of water, Wei Yan reached into his garments before pulling out a concealed bottle of fatal poison. Uncorking the bottle, he poured the contained substance into the clear water without a hint of hesitation, unwilling to waver at the inevitable outcome of suffering innocents and soldiers alike. His soldiers obliged to do the same, each dumping their poison powders into their respective wells, dissolving them straight clean through the clear liquids as they awaited for the next day to come.
And as soon as they came, he left without a trace of their existence.
