The Book (Quest)

[Lu Xiang]

A book?

It was more then a simple paged book - it possessed something of worth to beings of knowledge. Zhang Jiao desired it for himself and had dispatched Sima Hui, a being of knowledge. How troublesome. Sima Hui had no intentions of retrieving it for Jiao; more over to take it for himself.

Stretched in cloaks, he approached the gates tapping gently upon the gates with his staff. A fierce cobbled road laid ahead of him, both physically and psychologically.

"Who is it?"

"Water Mirror."

He spoke his taoist clan name - a name given to him by his elder. Within seconds the gate opened, he was well known by his name. But little else. Legends spoke of the being - but who was the being. A man of huge mystery.

"You don't look much."

Said a guard at the gate raising an eyebrow at him. His weapon lowered and his guard lowered more.

FUCK!

A strike of thunder pelted through Sima Hui - he had never been a controlled man physically. He smashed the guard upon the head with his staff, a huge force upon impact sending him to the ground.

"I'm sure your bruise upon your head tommorow will remind you to keep your tongue inside your head."

He laughed, gently kicking dirt over the body on the floor like a wild animal before plodding through the estates of the Taoist sector. It had been a while - infact seven years. He trained here as a child for a few years before his father moved him around; escaping his wild murderous mother.

An exciting life from a young age. He coughed, then coughed lounder. Making his presence known the monks around. They looked at him - opening their eyes from meditation.

"Can we help you?"

"Yeah, I was wondering If you knew where I could find this book."

He explained, presenting a small drawing with several words scattered around. Nothing of major detail but the monks eyes quickly lit up.

"May I ask who are you?"

"Sima Hui, But you can call me Decao."

"Your reputation proceeds you, I shall speak to the Master of this sanctuary - hopefully he will allow you to look at the book. Please give me one moment."

And with that Decao gently bows his head before taking a seat. Plotting his next move. He wasn't leaving without the book.

[Lu Xiang]

The man gently rubs his tongue across the bottom of his lips, moistening them. Glaring at the previous man talking to the "Master". An ancient man, sat upon a cushion. Dying of age. How tragic.

"Just kill all these mother-fuckers and take the book already."

"And have the blood on my hands, rather then yours.. what a great idea."

"Well I don't see you suggesting anything better, bird-brain."

The Master walks over, looking rather puzzled behaviour - talking to himself but fortuantly unable to hear what he is discussing.

"Ah, Water Mirror. I'm glad to final meet you in person."

"Sit down old man and shut the fuck up, or I will... I have a blade concealed within this right hood of mine and if you attempt to bring attention to our conversation, I will not frail from killing you and your clan of bald albinos - Understand?"

The old mans face turns pale, edging towards the other side of the table and sitting down. The eyes of the other monks keeping an eye on their master - burning at Sima Hui's skin. As a matter of fact, he was going to kill the bastard anyways.

"I want to know where this book is, It has some value to me. A little more then your poor pathetic draining life. Have someone fetch it for me, or I will rip you apart like your home village."

He said so bluntly, the old man hesistated. Probably thinking about his family - his life - his memories. Before bowing his head and whistling before the monk ran to him.

"Fetch the book."

"But my lord..."

"FETCH IT!"

He shouted, agitated by the mans lack of understanding upon the situaton. The young monk ran along, leaving the two in silence for a few seconds.

"What a beautiful day it is, do you like the sun?"

"..I...I....I.. do yes."

"Ah excellent, your slave is back!"

Sima Hui exclaimed gently running his blade along the leg of the master before the book wrapped up in the purple cloth was presented upon the table. The slave quickly runs off - most probably to fetch the guards.. no understanding an upset in the system.

"Please don't kill me..I... I..."

The old man, begs for his life. Only to find himself run through. The blade beneath the table running him through whilst Sima Hui lifts him up and holds him in the air - pushing his blade all the way through.

"I never really liked the colour of your pale white robes - but with your blood upon them; I must say. It will surely catch on. Ha. Ha. Ha."

He laughs like a maniac before removing the cloth and checking the book is the correct one - it is. Understanding the monks will soon pick up on the unhealthy aura of the situation. He flees, back the way him came. The book concealed inside of his robes.

[Lu Xiang]

It wasn't long before he got intercepted. The road seemed to extend infront of his eyes as his wretched heart bled. There was no escape now. The ripple tore across him.. what had he done?

"STOP!"

Shouted the guards from behind, a streak of sweat ran down his pale face. His blade wasn't equipped well enough for him to take on prepared guards. He spun around on his food, looking innocent.. hiding the blood inside the cloak. What have I done?

"..Yes?"

"You left your staff behind, sir!"

The guard said presenting the thing back to Sima Hui. Sima Hui looked at him, The bastard. Scarying him lifeless to only present him a poor worthless walking stick. He rolled his eyes inside his head before bowing his head graciously.

"I thank you, you wouldn't be able to escort an old man to the gates now would you?"

He suggested to the young guard, trying to promote some cover. The guard lead him to the gates before seeing him farewell - allowing him to escape with the book. What have I created?

[Zhou Yu]

Quest reward
+ 20 Ambition
+ 8 Intelligence
+ 5 Cunning
+ reading from book + 1 new attribute of your choice