Post by link on Jul 20, 2010 18:34:25 GMT
Jin Yang. Winter, 184 AD.
The Yellow Turbans were gone. Finally. It was what Han Dang thought as he slowly rode through the snow, the path unclear and completely covered with the cold white mass. The wind was freezing, yet his somewhat well-padded clothing, or armor, protected him from turning into a block ice right then and there. Just hoping that he was on the right trail, Han Yigong continued on the journey alone, not a long trip by the looks of it but nonetheless harsh and-- did I mention it before? Cold.
It hadn't been too long ago when Han Dang, alongside Sun Jian and Cheng Pu, had crushed a few bandits in the northern region of Jin Yang, of Hebei. And yet, it had only been a small village that they had so easily and successfully suppressed. Bandits were always on the loose in Hebei, of other places, and among them would most likely be remnants of the vile Yellow Turbans. Seeing as he was nearby in Luo Yang anyhow, Han Dang decided to slowly make his way to the region to see a few things...
Dropping from his horse, Han Dang grabbed the animal by the reins as he shuffled his way through the layer of snow and ice, stepping into what he assumed was a white-blanketed village. Swearing under his breath, Yigong looked around at the quiet town; of course, everyone would be huddled inside. Hmm. And seems like things weren't so chaotic here after all. Eh. At least he could go grab a drink to warm himself up.
"Where was the tavern again..."
The Yellow Turbans were gone. Finally. It was what Han Dang thought as he slowly rode through the snow, the path unclear and completely covered with the cold white mass. The wind was freezing, yet his somewhat well-padded clothing, or armor, protected him from turning into a block ice right then and there. Just hoping that he was on the right trail, Han Yigong continued on the journey alone, not a long trip by the looks of it but nonetheless harsh and-- did I mention it before? Cold.
It hadn't been too long ago when Han Dang, alongside Sun Jian and Cheng Pu, had crushed a few bandits in the northern region of Jin Yang, of Hebei. And yet, it had only been a small village that they had so easily and successfully suppressed. Bandits were always on the loose in Hebei, of other places, and among them would most likely be remnants of the vile Yellow Turbans. Seeing as he was nearby in Luo Yang anyhow, Han Dang decided to slowly make his way to the region to see a few things...
Dropping from his horse, Han Dang grabbed the animal by the reins as he shuffled his way through the layer of snow and ice, stepping into what he assumed was a white-blanketed village. Swearing under his breath, Yigong looked around at the quiet town; of course, everyone would be huddled inside. Hmm. And seems like things weren't so chaotic here after all. Eh. At least he could go grab a drink to warm himself up.
"Where was the tavern again..."