Post by Lu Xiang on Jul 12, 2009 15:46:47 GMT
Prologue
The eagle....
The eagle....
Lu Xiang. The great eagle of the North. The man who brought thousands beneath his banner within several days. Would it surprise you if i told you that this man was nothing but a poor farmers child. Well its true. Allow me to tell the thousand tales of Xiang.
Lu Xiang was born in the year 180, within the province of Yang.... well on the border. His villiage for the early years was more of a caravan and they often had to move around the lands in order to survive. His father refused to stand up and go to war like the other men of his villiage and remained at home alongside Xiang and his mother. Life was tough during the ages of the chaos of the yellow turbans.
Lu Xiang grew up by his fathers teachings, learning and respecting the wilderness. His father was man of very few words but every last word was worth a million through Xiang's eyes. He paid good heed to every last one. From a young age he attended classes at a nearby monastry close to Xu Chang is was expensive and required most of the families money. Lu Xiang progressed well and soon his ability with a sword was recognized. He won several tournaments within the region. His father was proud of him.
Though is wasn't long before Lu got himself into a heap of trouble. Xiang as a child was one of the quiet ones with a short fuse. He was often cussed and ridiculed for his poor background. One day when he was 12 years old, another child pushed him too far and Lu Xiang was found by his teacher holding the child at knife point. Almost immediately Lu Xiang was expelled from the school. Xiang's father was most ashamed of him. He forced him to do labour in order to clean the stain of dishonour on their family.
Xiang was 15 when the yellow turbans had been finally put down. Not long after he went on a merchant trip with his uncle. The buisness was alot better after the rebellion had been stopped and lands finally had hope. Lu Xiang made a bit of money for his hard work and he rushed home after his uncle dismissed him.
He returned home with pride in his heart, but found nothing but a burnt down villiage and his family brutally murdered. The flames had only recently reduced to smoke. He took an oath as he stood over his fathers pale body.
"Father, I shall redeem our name from the pit i cast it into. Forgive me and watch over me."
A tear rolled down his cheek, but fate was fate as his father had taught him. He did not question why for he was too busy craving and seeking revenge. Lu Xiang was diffrent from most children, most children would have wept for alot longer beside their parents or maybe even commited suicide in such shame that they hadn't been beside them within their final moments. Xiang was far more ambitious though he cared for the both of his parents, his father most dearly fate had shown him that it was not his time. After all if it was he would've been at the villiage and killed himself.
The attack on his villiage was poorly executed, Lu's father had taught him basics of tracking and hunting so that he could fend and look after himself in a sustainable way. These people had left tracks and it was obvious it was a bandit raiding party. Lu Xiang followed them, keeping a silent foot behind them but remaining a footstep ahead. He hunted them all down. Every last one, showing no mercy knowing they had shown the innocents of the villiage none. They had done it for greed, pilliage and stealing that which was not theirs. Lu Xiang did not give them time to even speak and cut their throats before pushing them into the ground that awaited such beasts.
The wilderness accepted him as her own kin and allowed him to grow up for the rest of his years from then on. He became defender of the great forests and several men who had escaped on a day splurted rumours of their being a great tree man with seven heads inside the forest who ate their friends. Lu Xiang looked after the wild much like it looked after him. Him and an eagle became friends after Xiang assisted him. The eagle was being hunted, the eagle eggs were rare and very valuable. Lu Xiang buried the hunter in his tracks and from then on the eagle devoted its service to him. He named the eagle Skye, it wasn't the most original of names. But the man had missed out on valuable years of education and wasn't going to be educated for a long time...
Lu Xiang was born in the year 180, within the province of Yang.... well on the border. His villiage for the early years was more of a caravan and they often had to move around the lands in order to survive. His father refused to stand up and go to war like the other men of his villiage and remained at home alongside Xiang and his mother. Life was tough during the ages of the chaos of the yellow turbans.
Lu Xiang grew up by his fathers teachings, learning and respecting the wilderness. His father was man of very few words but every last word was worth a million through Xiang's eyes. He paid good heed to every last one. From a young age he attended classes at a nearby monastry close to Xu Chang is was expensive and required most of the families money. Lu Xiang progressed well and soon his ability with a sword was recognized. He won several tournaments within the region. His father was proud of him.
Though is wasn't long before Lu got himself into a heap of trouble. Xiang as a child was one of the quiet ones with a short fuse. He was often cussed and ridiculed for his poor background. One day when he was 12 years old, another child pushed him too far and Lu Xiang was found by his teacher holding the child at knife point. Almost immediately Lu Xiang was expelled from the school. Xiang's father was most ashamed of him. He forced him to do labour in order to clean the stain of dishonour on their family.
Xiang was 15 when the yellow turbans had been finally put down. Not long after he went on a merchant trip with his uncle. The buisness was alot better after the rebellion had been stopped and lands finally had hope. Lu Xiang made a bit of money for his hard work and he rushed home after his uncle dismissed him.
He returned home with pride in his heart, but found nothing but a burnt down villiage and his family brutally murdered. The flames had only recently reduced to smoke. He took an oath as he stood over his fathers pale body.
"Father, I shall redeem our name from the pit i cast it into. Forgive me and watch over me."
A tear rolled down his cheek, but fate was fate as his father had taught him. He did not question why for he was too busy craving and seeking revenge. Lu Xiang was diffrent from most children, most children would have wept for alot longer beside their parents or maybe even commited suicide in such shame that they hadn't been beside them within their final moments. Xiang was far more ambitious though he cared for the both of his parents, his father most dearly fate had shown him that it was not his time. After all if it was he would've been at the villiage and killed himself.
The attack on his villiage was poorly executed, Lu's father had taught him basics of tracking and hunting so that he could fend and look after himself in a sustainable way. These people had left tracks and it was obvious it was a bandit raiding party. Lu Xiang followed them, keeping a silent foot behind them but remaining a footstep ahead. He hunted them all down. Every last one, showing no mercy knowing they had shown the innocents of the villiage none. They had done it for greed, pilliage and stealing that which was not theirs. Lu Xiang did not give them time to even speak and cut their throats before pushing them into the ground that awaited such beasts.
The wilderness accepted him as her own kin and allowed him to grow up for the rest of his years from then on. He became defender of the great forests and several men who had escaped on a day splurted rumours of their being a great tree man with seven heads inside the forest who ate their friends. Lu Xiang looked after the wild much like it looked after him. Him and an eagle became friends after Xiang assisted him. The eagle was being hunted, the eagle eggs were rare and very valuable. Lu Xiang buried the hunter in his tracks and from then on the eagle devoted its service to him. He named the eagle Skye, it wasn't the most original of names. But the man had missed out on valuable years of education and wasn't going to be educated for a long time...
