The Most Unlikely Friends(Quest)

[yelena]

OOC: Name: The Most Unlikely of Friends
Mod:No
Difficulty:Hard
Description: A sage of unmatched knowledge, a warrior of cemented strength and a brave, noble and glorious commander. Alone you are strong, together you are undefeatable.

Hiro and Shigure Burai

IC:

Staring into the warm tea, she watched as steam slowly rose from it. Just like problems. They floated away sometimes. She smiled softly, her golden eyes gentle. She inhaled the smell of tea, and brought it to her mouth, taking a nice swallow. It was warm and sweet. Not too sweet, but just right. She looked around the bar. Everything seemed at peace.

Which gave her time to think. War was raging with the yellow Turbans. Many called them peasants. But were they really? They were people with beliefs. Maybe some, were just a little bit too controlled by the beliefs. But was it really a good enough reason to go to war? She frowned. She didn't like war at all. Nor did she like fighting. But sometimes, even though she disliked it greatly, she had to push it aside.

Many were suffering from the war. Innocents mostly. Many looked up to the officers. And then there she was. She was too gentle, too kind, too merciful, most said about her to make a difference. Yet she was finding ti hard to just do nothing and watch the war go on.

Da Qiao took another sip of tea, and then heard a scream. She forced herself to swallow the tea, and curiosity took over. "Run," a voice screamed loudly. "they're here." Well.... It seemed some were panicking, she thought grimly to herself. She left the tavern, paying for her drink and went outside. Oh dear. The Yellow Turbans had arrived. a torch was thrown and she watched in horror as fire slowly took over one building and the next.

[Yen Wang (Burai)]

“How troublesome…” Burai a vetern of war; a man who accomplish deeds only to be heard of in legends. Was now on a ship, times had changes, like all great legends, his feats were all but forgot. Only the warriors of the old knew of them. He found himself in the tavern, drinking away his stress. “How can I take care of that, girl and chase after forgotten feelings.” He slowly grabbed his chest with his right hand. Placed his left hand on his forhead.

“I just wanted to die on those seas…Sink to the darkest depths of the sea.” His heart throbbed painfully. “I had enough of you, if I had my way I would ripe you out of my chest and crush you!” His heart began to shimmer down. He was tired of fighting himself. He wanted to lead an army, one that would serve him and die for him. That would end this chaos. Burai prowess as a warrior was unmatched, but as a leader he was an equal to others. He actually found joy in this. He could easily crush any of his opponents but to do so with an army of people, who would pick up spear and sword for his own ambition. This was a goal he wanted to achieve.

Burai removed his left hand from his face and looked over to see a woman. She looked Familiar; Burai would never forget a woman’s face, especially not one from Wu. HE slowly picked up his trident from off the wall, and grabbed it firmly. “This time, I will have my revenge…” He was getting ready to thrust his trident forward. When a sudden scream erupted from outside. “D*** it, I was so close…”

Burai hurried outside in hot pursuit of his target, when he stepped outside anger filled his heart with what was taking place. “I’ll have to deal with her later..Right now I must protect these people." Burai saw a man on horseback galloping after a a young woman; the young woman suddenly tripped. She let out one last cry of help. Burai threw Nanki at the horse with all of his might. The trident flew of course; it lay on top of the horses back in front of the Yellow turban. Burai yanked the chain downward, which caused Nanki to fly up and hit the man in the throat. Knocking him off his horse, Burai pulled the chain up and then slammed it back down.

Nanki quickly flew up then crashed back down on the man chest; once it was at its peak it came plummeting downward. Crushing the man’s chest and ribs. Burai summoned his weapon. “I will not let you harm theses people.”

[Hiro]

The dreams of an unwhimsical warrior filled the mind of the very eccentric warrior, Hiroshi. The dreams fill him with anger, hate, fear, happiness, pride, and pain all at once. As scenes of his life flew on by from all the accomplishments in his life, to his failures, to the people he has met and their meaning to him and the death of his one true lover. Never could he forgive himself for not being able to protect her and never could she forgive him for not letting go of her and hurting many woman.

"I promise I will always defend you. I promised to alway love you and only you, my one and only princess." He said dreaming of one of their talks. He could see her gorgeous face smile and glimmer and shine, she wore her pink dress that emphasized her looks, the robes that made her, to him enchanting. He could hear her cute little giggle she gave him whenever he spoke to her in such a manner. He could feel her soft touch when she placed her hand on his cheek and the warmth he could feel inside his heart. From the overwhelming feels whenever she leaned in slowly on her tip toes just to kiss him. "My love I only wish to be with you. But I have something to ask you?" She asked him in her normal loving voice. "What is it?" He quickly responded.

Before he could hear her question, horrific laughter began to spiral into his mind. She began to drift away and get chained to dark, her face dripping from face and her robes covered in blood, the silence of darkness broke by her screams. "Why couldn't you keep your promise? Why couldn't you protect me?" She asked in her normal toned voice, but it was filled with pain and agony. His eyes widened, with anger, fear and sorrow. Again she scream harshly enough for him to awaken. He face cringed in pain as he, at first, slept in peace breaking into a cold sweat. He rose from his sleep fast after hearing an actual scream, panting a bit. He realizes that he is sweating and wipes himself off gathering his thoughts. He cooled down and calmed himself. Thinking he heard a scream from his mind, until he heard more screams.

Without a word he picks up his swords and unwraps his blades. 'Calm your self, there are people in danger, got to keep calm and cut them down swiftly that way no one else is hurt.' He thought to himself. He took a deep breathe in then out. He spotted two men ready to strike down a young child. Quickly he charged at them his hook swords spread out at his sides. 'Ihave about five seconds to make this. They are evenly spread to make a jump between them and safely over the child making a swift decapitation, their reaction....Never see it coming. GO!' He pushed himself to run fast and jumping hook swords out as he jumped passed the crying child, the blades hooked around their necks, with the momentum the cut was clean and fast, their deaths fast. He quickly placed both swords in one hand and picked the boy up in the other and began to run to the nearest inn.

As he ran he quick flicked the blood from the blades and place the boy gently into the inn. "Stay here, you'll be safe here." He looked at the inn owner and nodded his head. The inn owner nodded in return knowing what to do. He had to keep the save short, this would be pointless if the place burnt down. He moved from roof to roof looking for more, until he heard a familiar voice. "Brother?" He stopped at the sound of his voice and looked down from the building. A warrior charged at him with sloppy haste. And in return he jumped onto the man and used the spiked end of his weapon to impale the man. "This looks fun don't it nii-sama?" He said soundly. He looks at the man dead alongside his horse, the damage was defiantly from his brother. "Oh....My..."

[yelena]

Da Qiao reached under her skirt near her outter thighs, where the skirt flared and removed her fans. They were hidden because she hadn't thought she would need them. Truth is... She never thought a situation would be called for to need them. But it seems like she was wrong. She glanced down at her outfit, and let out a small breath. she wasn't in the best attire to fight either. Her regular outfit. Light purple skirt, Matching top. Then a gold vest over that, with gold stockings and purple shoes.

She "unclicked" her fans, spreading them out. They caught the glint of light and shined, also giving a reflection of the fire that was spreading. Da Qiao watched as an enemy moved toward two young children. a piece of burning wood fell down, blocking their exit. she thought if over for a mere second before throwing one of her fans at an angle so it would make a circle, knocking the weapon out of the man's hand. She reached up and caught her fan as it came back to her. The man pulled a knife from his belt and Da swallowed the lump in her throat.

as the man charged toward her, leaving the children free to run, she responded by going toward the man, sliding on the ground and criss-crossing her fans. They cut the insides of the man's legs as she slipped through them. she watched as the man fell to the ground, profanities spilling out of his mouth. Da felt guilt hit her, but pushed it away. She at the man and removed the knife from his hand. After that, she tore a strip of cloth from his outfit and used it to tie his hands together. She didn't have the heart to kill him, even as he spat on her.

Da wiped it off and watched as most of the village fled. those who tried to fight, were no match to the Yellow Turbans. These were more than peasants. These were fighters. she blew a strand of hair that had came lose from her two braids and the mini bun. She pushed the small veil that came with her hair piece back and looked to see a man. He had a weapon and seemed to be a half decent fighter. but protecting the innocents... Oh it would take more than brute strength. She scanned him and heard his words. She wasn't alone. And for that, she was thankful.

A shout came and she turned immediately to look at where it had came from. the innkeeper pointed to a man on the roofs. She blinked in awe. "Is he a simpleton..?" she asked loudly. Surely he would be burned. The feat was... Well impossible

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