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Discussion in 'Choose Your Own Adventure Land' started by treave, Aug 29, 2013.

  1. Kipeci Arcane

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    The silk isn't metal, but it is certainly flammable and we don't have vast supplies of it, so it's still not a great idea.
     
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  2. Elfberserker Liturgist

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    A.

    Let's hope for best and fear the worst. I can't crank my brains enought to add anything to discussion.
     
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  3. Rex Feral Liturgist

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    I think you're refering to karma.
     
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  4. treave Arcane Patron

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    Kipeci - A
    Nevill - A
    Baltika9 - A
    profreshinal - A
    Zero Credibility - B
    Tribute - B
    Rex Feral - B
    Anabanana - B
    Fangshi - A > B
    asxetos - A
    XenomorphII - A
    Absinthe - A
    Azira - A
    Tigranes - B > A
    ERYFKRAD - A
    Grimgravy - B
    Jester - A
    Kashmir Slippers - B
    Random Word - A
    Smashing Axe - A
    Lambchop19 - A > C
    ScubaV - A
    Elfberserker - A
    Esquilax - A

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    Current tally:
    A - 17
    B - 7

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    Not particularly relevant, since as I said we aren't going much into gods and devils.

    Speaking of mythology, it does remind me, I meant to post this for Valentine's Day.

    ***

    Through the sandy fields you trudge, carrying her in your arms, through lands once verdant green. The hut is just ahead; your place of memories, the only enduring rock you possess in the eternal river of time. You whisper through parched lips, “We are almost there.” She does not respond.

    The hut is just how you left it, in disarray. It does not matter, though. You will not be here for much longer. Pulling the sheets back, you lay her on the bed, gently touching her forehead. The rumbling thunder in a clear sky devoid of a single cloud tells you that they will soon be here. “I’m heading out,” you say. At the sound of your voice, she stirs… for just a moment you see the corners of her soft lips lift in a brief smile, and her delicate chin dips slightly in a nod. Your heart leaps, but soon she is still as the grave again. You can do nothing but chuckle to yourself, a pathetic, broken noise that rings hollow to your own ears.

    You wrap your crimson red cloak tightly around yourself, taking a deep breath. Then, you step out of the hut.

    Looking up into the blue sky, you see rows upon rows of shining helms and shields in gold and silver, stretched as far into the heavens as your eyes can perceive. Every single one of the million spears in the Celestial Army is pointed towards you at this moment. Your pursuers have finally caught up to you.

    “Tyrant Chi You!” they shout as one, chanting as they bang their spears against their shields. “Submit! Submit!”

    You laugh defiantly, throwing your cloak back. The clear sky darkens as clouds begin to form above you. The wind whips up, becoming stronger with every moment. “Submit? To a mere million Celestial Soldiers? Who do you think I am?”

    A tall man on a sleek dragon-horse rides forward from their lines of heavenly cavalry, the hooves of the steed galloping through thin air as if it is as solid as the ground. “Lord General Chi You!” he called out. “Please! Stop this pointless bloodshed! Lady Nuwa will still forgive you if you return to her now!” Your response comes in the form of a dismissive snort. “Xing Mafu, you are the Celestial Stablemaster now? What a lofty promotion, old friend of mine. Still, oath of brotherhood or not, if you get in my way I will cut you down.”

    “Chi You!” shouts Xing, the man whom you once vowed to fight alongside through thick and thin, a tinge of anger and desperation creeping into his voice. “Do not do this! It is not worth it, not over her! Your brother Huangdi will be here in a moment… submit before he arrives! Return to Lady Nuwa and she will be merciful! After all this, she still cares for you!”

    The rage inside you boils forth. The forming storm whips the clouds into a swirling, chaotic spiral above your head, lightning crackling around its dark edges. The Stablemaster’s steed rears in alarm as he pulls back from your fury. “Do not presume to tell me what she is worth!” You scream, causing twin bolts of lightning to crash to the ground in front of you. The smoke blows away, leaving behind two craters of sand fused into black glass. Your trusty spear and sword are pierced in the middle of the craters, awaiting your command. You walk forward, picking up the spear with your left hand and raising the sword with your right.

    It would be the last battle for them and for you.

    “Come. If you want to get to her, you must pass the reach of my blades,” you say, pointing your weapons at the heavens.

    The celestial drummers begin their steadfast beat; their million strong army starts its march. You stand alone. Your eighty one clans are scattered. Your men, slaughtered. It is just you and the storm against Heaven, as it once was, as it should be. The wind howls.

    ***

    At the end of it all, you float in the empty sky, pierced through in a dozen places by swords and spears and arrows. Your armour has fallen to pieces from the fierce battle. The wounds no longer heal. Your spear is broken, your sword shattered. The storm has subsided; you will call upon the turbulent chaos no more. Around you lie the bodies of a million soldiers. Your oath brother. Your blood brother. All of them you struck down with your own hand. Mafu died with a curse on his lips and sorrow in his eyes. You turn to face the earth, your hand reaching out for the hut. You still have to return to her.

    One of the bodies stirs.

    Huangdi.

    You face him, watching as he pulls himself upright in the air. His celestial sword of rulership, Xuanyuan, soars into his hand, his golden armour reforming in front of your eyes as he regains his breath. This is the favour of Heaven, you suppose. You cannot complain; you cast it away with your own hands after all. Whatever issues there were between you and Huangdi, it no longer mattered now. It ceased to matter a long time ago.

    “Brother,” he says, his voice hoarse. You did punch him in the throat quite a few times after all. You grin at your younger brother. “Up for another round?”

    “Just… stop with this foolishness. You cannot save her.”

    “Again with that?” You have heard enough. You fall to the ground, plummeting through the air. Huangdi does not move to stop you. You almost sink to your knees as you land, the pain of your wounds blooming all over you body. As you stagger towards the hut, you hear a voice in your mind. A beautiful female voice… that of a goddess.

    Chi You.

    Nuwa.

    I will never forgive you for this betrayal.

    I have had my chance, is that what you mean?

    You have had a hundred chances!

    Sorry, I wasn’t keeping count.

    You defied the order of nature. You went against the will of Heaven.

    Haha, isn’t that why you like me in the first place?

    I- You...!

    I don’t expect your forgiveness. For what it is worth, you have my apologies.

    That will not save you from your doom. You will lead a cursed existence, Chi You.

    Do what you will. My mind is set.

    Your immortality has been stripped. The wheels of reincarnation will take you. You and her both. You will never meet again.

    I will find her.

    I will tear the both of you apart.

    Even so, I will find her.

    Farewell, Chi You. May we never meet again.

    Goodbye, Lady Nuwa.

    You open the door of the hut, leaving your bloody handprints smeared over the wood. Taking a painful breath, you stumble inside, dragging your feet across the floor. You look down at her, placing a hand on her forehead and pressing your lips against hers softly.

    She is gone.

    Laughing to yourself, you sink into the chair by the bed, warm tears spilling down your cheeks. What did you expect?

    Miracles are the work of Heaven, after all.

    “Well,” you mutter, your eyelids growing tired, falling shut as your blood begins to pool on the floor underneath the chair. Your mind becomes cloudy. “I will just have to find you again…”

    You close your eyes, and begin to dream a dream of future lives...
     
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  5. Baltika9 Arcane

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    It's Yunzi, isn't it?
     
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  6. Tribute Arbiter

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    Tell that to every major Chinese philosophy.
     
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  7. Esquilax Arcane

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    I think that the expression "the best defense is a good offense" applies here because if the Amesha Spenta is busy defending our attacks, then that means that he can't attack us:

    The kick that we landed on him wasn't a nasty Cro Cop decapitation, but it's still got some pop to it. We are at the point that even a great fighter like this guy still has to respect the raw physical power behind Jing's strikes. So it makes sense that by playing to our strengths and utilizing our best techniques, we won't give him any openings with which to attack us. With B, going on the defensive means that we'll somehow have to fight this guy and give him an opportunity to land a single one of his killer blows on us, while at the same time utilizing skills that we just aren't that good at. Seems like a recipe for failure.

    No, if we want to have a prayer here, we need to take the initiative, stay aggressive, and not give him any openings whatsoever - our moment of distraction when Qilin fell to the ground was bad, but giving him another such opening will prove fatal. We can't do that.

    As for the comment Absinthe made about not being able to utilize Reikan, I'm not so sure I'd agree. Jing is in the fight of his life, not holding back whatsoever, and Qilin is no longer in the Amesha Spenta's grasp; I'd say that he can use Reikan in these circumstances, though of course treave can confirm whether or not this is the case.

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  8. Nevill Arcane

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    Hmmm... Chi You, the mythical king that is said to be the ancestor to the Miao people, wearing a crimson red cloak. The Scarlet Scorpion, the head of the Chi family in Guizhou. Chi Xiao, the crimson blade bestowed on the Han Emperor by an immortal and currently wielded by a mysterious swordsman.

    I wonder if all of these are coincidences, or if there is a connection there somewhere.

    There is also talk about Lady Ji being an immortal, and we are yet to learn about why she did reveal Jing's and Qilin's backgrounds to each other...
     
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  9. Baltika9 Arcane

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    Heh, well, if Qilin really is the reincarnation of our/Chi You's love, then not even the Guardian of METAL!* can stand against us, awesome title or no. He has fire, we have thunder and lightning and the power of love.

    *I feel like every mention of it must be accompanied by a sweet guitar riff, and a clap of thunder.
     
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  10. Absinthe Arcane

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    Esquilax, if we play it safe, then he has the liberty of turning his attention towards our friends, at which point I really do not think Reikan will last.
     
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  11. treave Arcane Patron

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    As long as you are fully focused on the fight Reikan can be used.
     
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  12. Rex Feral Liturgist

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    Whaaat.

    If we were that guy in some past life. There is no way some god of metal (meh, minerals) can stand against us.

    Though the heavens seem to be against us :M
     
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  13. The Brazilian Slaughter Arcane

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    Don't we all, bro, don't we all? :headbang: :bro:
     
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  14. treave Arcane Patron

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    Battle’s End

    The moment you move, Vairya runs at you. It looks like he has no plans to be on the defensive either.

    The Amesha Spenta brings down his fist in an overhead swing, aiming directly for your head. You sway to the side, narrowly dodging his blow. The rush of air that follows his strike burns the side of your arm, but you ignore the pain. Your chaotic neigong guides your movement as you let it run free, throwing your right arm forwards, your claw sweeping in an arc as you advance in a circular motion. Vairya knocks your blow aside with his palm and immediately follows up with a counter, bringing his fist upwards in an uppercut. You halt your advance, quickly raising one foot and bringing the flat of it down on the surface of his knuckles. Borrowing the force of his strike, you allow your body to go with the flow. You step off the punch, spinning as you transfer the momentum of the uppercut to launch a Returning Wind Spear at the side of his head. Vairya is surprised, but not for long: he intercepts your strike with his elbow, stopping it before it lands. Unlike the first time he blocked your kick, this time he does not budge an inch. A dull pain spreads from your leg; you feel as if you had just kicked an unyielding metal pole.

    Letting out a laugh of enjoyment, he grabs your shin and pulls you in. Vairya’s iron fist rushes up to meet you. Gritting your teeth, you swiftly strike at the side of his arm with the first move of the Xianglong Palms, managing to nudge it away enough that he misses your chin by a hair’s breadth. The eyepatch over your left eye is torn off and bursts into flames, lit up by the sheer power of the qi engulfing his fist. He would certainly have shattered your jaw if that hit had landed. Bringing up your free foot, you step on his chest, using it as leverage to raise your body. Drawing your arm back, you yell loudly as you execute the Bloody Diamond Horn. Grunting, Vairya shifts his body aside just in time to avoid being struck in the chest: your claws slam into his shoulder, causing him to release your leg. You feel your fingers dig into his flesh, but where your arm would have torn through a normal man’s body, his skin remains unbroken. Clutching tightly, you swing yourself upwards by using his shoulder as a pivot. Gathering qi into your other hand, you unleash the second move of the Xianglong Palms – the Sky-Soaring Dragon – driving your palm right at his forehead.

    Vairya pulls his head back and snaps it forward with a shout, meeting your palm head-on. The force of your attack bends his knees, but they do not touch the ground. The skin on his forehead splits, blood trickling between his eyes… a look of glee appears in his gaze. With a tremendous roar, he pushes you backwards as he rights his posture, the earth cracking beneath his feat. His qi surges forward, flinging you far up into the air. You feel blood well up between your lips: that attack of his inflicted considerable damage internally. Spitting out the blood, you see that the impatient Vairya has come after you, leaping high into the air to continue his assault. Raising your heel, you bring it down hard on your pursuer in the form of the Earth Splitting Lightning Descent. Vairya blocks it with both arms, but you manage to knock him back downwards, halting his momentum. You press your advantage: in an aerial fight, you are confident that you more agile.

    His fists and feet a blur, he exchanges blows with you furiously – the Amesha Spenta’s speed is easily a match for your own even when he is out of his element, and he is far stronger and hardier. You dart about your opponent in the air as the both of you fall back to the ground, relentlessly pressuring him with your kicks. Every attack you land, however, he blocks and counters; each strike of his tearing you up even if it merely grazes you. Even the crimson spider silk that you use for protection cannot stop his blows fully.

    This will not be enough.

    You release all of the silk wrapped around your body in mid-air, letting it float around you. Vairya pauses for just the briefest moment, surprised by their sudden appearance. Continuing to strike without pause, you entangle the Amesha Spenta partially in the threads, taking advantage of your superior mobility in the air. You do not think it will hold him at all, but if you could just strike at a speed fast enough, it would not matter. You concentrate, again summoning your qi to surge forth and flood your entire body without holding anything back.

    You unleash the most powerful move of the Wuying Leipo Kick, the Shadowless Thunder Breaker.

    The first kick hits, then the second.

    The third kick is strong enough to break the smoking threads binding Vairya. You follow up with the fourth, faster than you have ever moved. Then the fifth.

    He manages to block the sixth.

    But the seventh lands home before he can respond, striking him in the throat. The eighth plows into his stomach.

    Shouting, he pushes away the ninth. Stops the tenth. Grabs the eleventh kick. Squeezes hard with his iron grip.

    With all your might, you shout as you land the twelfth. His head snaps to the side as the both of you finally land, the power behind your kicks driving the Amesha Spenta into the ground with a loud bang.

    You roll away, trying to get to your feet. Your legs are trembling: assaulting Vairya’s body with that level of power and speed is beyond your flesh’s durability. You would not be surprised if the bones are already cracked… your leg muscles are certainly screaming at you in protest now.

    Of course, it would be too much to hope for that attack to have brought down the guardian of metal.

    He gets up, dusting himself off. Here and there he is bleeding from superficial wounds, and his breathing is heavier than usual, but otherwise Vairya still appears in good shape. “That was a good fight, Xu Jing,” he says, standing upright. “It would be impolite of me as a warrior if I did not return the favour by showing my most powerful technique.”

    “Oh, no, there is no need,” you laugh. “That is much more than I deserve.”

    “I insist. This is a proper showdown between men! I must show you the respect due to a warrior of your caliber.”

    Vairya settles into a strange stance, an open left hand facing the sky, a closed right fist pointed towards the earth.

    Your heart beats painfully in your chest as you try not to fall to your knees: your instincts are screaming at you to run, but your legs refuse to move. Your vision begins to waver: you know that death is coming for you.

    “Vairya!” A girl’s shout interrupts the Amesha Spenta. He relaxes, a slightly disgruntled look on his face. “Holy Maiden,” he says respectfully, “you interfere at a most inopportune time.”

    “Stand down, Xsaora Vairya. He is not the enemy,” commands Yunzi forcefully as she runs towards the fallen Qilin followed by her handmaidens – strangely enough, Cao’er did not come to help her. You begin to feel worried.

    “He attacked us, did he not?” asks Vairya, puzzled.

    “We were holding his friend hostage,” she replies. “You cannot blame him for his reaction. Would you not attack any man who would hold me by the throat? Xu Jing saved some of my handmaidens from certain death at the hands of the orthodox pugilists. He is not on their side.”

    With a disappointed sigh, Vairya scratches his head, looking chastened. “As you say, Holy Maiden.” Yunzi kneels besides Qilin and begins to say something to you. “Now, Xu-“

    Qilin’s hands dart up swiftly, catching her by surprise. In an instant, the Miao girl is behind Yunzi, her limbs entwined around the Holy Maiden almost like a snake capturing its prey. “Hm, I was just waiting for this,” smirks Qilin gleefully. Vairya roars in anger and steps forward, but his advance is halted by the sight of Qilin pressing a needle lightly under Yunzi’s chin. The handmaidens move back in alarm. “Ah ah ah, I wouldn’t do that if I were you. This needle is poisoned, brave warrior. One poke and… oops! Holy Maiden becomes a dead maiden.”

    You raise your eyebrows at Qilin, and she sticks her tongue out at you.

    Vairya suddenly snaps his eyes up. Waving his arm, he strikes at the air. A few long needles tumble to the ground, deflected by his blow. “Who’s there!” he shouts. Cao’er comes out of the bushes, looking rather annoyed. “…tch… I missed…” she grumbles.

    “It’s okay, the plan should still go fine,” says Qilin. “We’ve already got Number Three in our hands, after all.”

    “Number Three?” snarls Yunzi as she tries to move her head away from the needle.

    “Yes, I’m Number One, and you’re Number Three. So you’ll have to listen to me from now on, little sister,” grins Qilin mischieviously. Then, she brings her lips close and nibbles Yunzi’s ear gently, causing the Holy Maiden to gasp and turn red.

    “I… uh…” For once, you do not really know what to say in this situation.

    Then, the world shifts.

    It is a strange feeling, as if you are falling through space while having your feet firmly planted on the ground at the same time.

    Ah, boy. You are here too. Let me take this opportunity to show you the piece of the answer that you inspired me to seek. Watch.

    A familiar voice speaks briefly in your head. When you regain your wits, you find yourself standing besides Cao’er and Qilin, Yunzi still in her grasp. Murong Yandi, Bai Jiutian, Song Lingshu and Guo Fu are close by, as are the Sword Saint and Nie Wuxing, Su Cheng and Liu Ye. In fact, every orthodox pugilist seems to have been gathered here, muttering in confusion… and across of you, you see Vairya, Vahista and the rest of the Fire Cult. It is as if the two sides have been separated again in an instant, stopping further bloodshed.

    “He shifted everyone to where they should be,” says the Sword Saint matter-of-factly. Despite his carefree tone, he appears to be rather battered and bruised: it looks like the battle with Ahura had not been an easy one.

    “He?”

    “Look at the ground.”

    You do so, and notice some strange patterns carved into the ground. Following the lines with your eyes, you suddenly realize that they formed a massive symbol of the eight trigrams, encompassing the entire battlefield. And at the middle of the symbol stood an old man in Wudang robes, facing the Lord of the Fire Temple.

    The Grand Taoist is still alive.

    Ahura’s face is pale at the sight of Wang Zhengchong.

    The Amesha Spenta leap into action to defend their lord.

    Vairya reaches the Grand Taoist first. His fist slams into the old man’s face – Wang had not even the time to dodge. Or so you thought: it instantly becomes clear that he had no need to dodge. The old Taoist’s body moves in an undulating manner, his head slowly shifting backwards as his palm comes up. It barely touches Vairya in a gentle push, but he is flung away as if a giant log had smashed into him. When he lands, his eyes have rolled up in the back of his head, blood trickling from his mouth.

    Vahista and the female Amesha Spenta dart in different directions and flank the Grand Taoist, their expressions betraying their uncertainty even as they strike to kill. Without even looking to his sides, Wang reaches out and snatches their wrists, bringing them down with a single twist. He twirls them around as if they weighed nothing, sweeping the ground with the two as he spins in a full circle. Wang lets go, sending them flying off into the distance. He continues to advance towards Ahura. The Temple Lord is uncharacteristically rooted to the spot, a nervous look in his eyes. Both sides of the battle can only remain silent, watching the Grand Taoist’s fight as if spellbound.

    “Classic Taiji,” nods the Sword Saint in a satisfied manner.

    “Have you dueled the Grand Taoist before?” you ask.

    “Once. I must say, I don’t relish the thought of facing his Taiji Sword again. Too much trouble. It took me eleven thousand, six hundred and twenty five moves and three nights to defeat that technique, and had he actually decided to use something other than sword techniques in the duel I probably would not have won. That, and as an old man he lacks enough stamina to fight for three days without pausing.” He pauses for a while, and shrugs. “Actually, now that I think about it, it seemed more like he was instructing me and pushing my swordsmanship to further heights.”

    There is a sudden explosion of light. Gathering all of his power, Ahura moves to attack the Grand Taoist. You do not catch what happens next clearly, but it ends with the Fire Lord wreathed in flame, screaming as he is burned by his own fires. His arms and legs fall limp by his side as he collapses to the ground. Ahura crawls towards his adherents in pain, inching away from the Grand Taoist. His Amesha Spenta, regaining their consciousness, run to his aid and drag him to safety as Wang watches on.

    “Strange… I did not know Taiji had such a move in its arsenal. He must have utterly destroyed Ahura’s meridians with that attack, but it should be impossible for him with Ahura's level of qi,” mutters Shangguan Chuji, his hand on his chin. “Wait. Something is not right. The Grand Taoist…” The Sword Saint looks slightly worried as he runs towards the unmoving Wang Zhengchong. You have a bad feeling about this.

    “Let me go,” whispers Yunzi angrily, still in Qilin’s grasp. “I need to help them. Please!” You suddenly realize that having her with you, in the middle of the orthodox sects, might not be a good idea. They had been distracted by the Grand Taoist’s sudden appearance, but soon they will realize the Fire Cult's Holy Maiden is here.

    ***

    A. You keep Yunzi here: you will talk to the Eight Sects’ and try to convince them to spare Yunzi of any punishment afterwards.

    B. You will continue to keep Yunzi captive and run off with her before the orthodox sects realize anything. You will not let her go.

    C. You release Yunzi. If that is where she wishes to be right now, you will escort her back safely to the cultists of the Fire Temple.
     
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  15. Nevill Arcane

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    She is the Number One alright. If we live through this, I want to head straight to Guizhou to hold a wedding by Miao customs.

    Rest in Peace, Wang Zhengchong. Your legacy shall not be forgotten.
    :salute::salute::salute:

    The old man have spoken his last will. Yunzi's place is with us, and our place, be it as their comrade, or a scarecrow, is among them. This is how it should be.

    A.

    We have Wuxung's stepdaughter, Guo Fu and Murong Yandi to speak for us, and Song Lingshu is personally aquintainced with the Holy Maiden, though she does not yet know of her title. I do not think they will do anything to us or to the girl. If Qilin stands up for us, what is it that Wuxung is going to do? And Qilin wants to keep her, too.

    Also, I congratulate Lambchop19 on the success of the Operation: Maiden Capture.
     
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  16. asxetos Augur

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    treave does B mean that we run off now without finding out what happened to the Grand Taoist and the Fire Lord and the aftermath of the battle?
     
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  17. treave Arcane Patron

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    You run off but you'll still find out what happened.
     
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  18. Nevill Arcane

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    I've just noticed. That is one strange stance. :lol:

    I wonder if Yunzi would intervene even if we hadn't saved the maids.

    Hmmm... If Wang Zhengchong is here, where is the Abbess? And Fangzhang with Qi Liuwu? I don't believe for a second they died.

    treave, do we recognize the place we are standing at? Are we still at the Black Tiger Valley? Or are we at Heihu valley? Or in some other place?
     
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  19. Anabanana Augur

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    If there is where she wants to be, then I think we should let her go.

    C > B
     
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  20. treave Arcane Patron

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    It's the same battlefield as previously, Wang just moved all the combatants around.
     
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  21. Rex Feral Liturgist

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    B - let's get the fuck out before wang transforms in a demon or something.

    For all you guys voting A remember how good is our reputation with the sects.

    For those that want to vote B remember the harem ending.

    Also Jing is more the neutral type and B suits neutrality just fine.
     
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  22. Nevill Arcane

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    It seems like we've got ourselves an evil twin.

    treave, can you please remind us the consequences of having no meridians? The lack of pressure points is one, the difficulties with healing and/or transferring qi to others is two... is there anything else?

    How bad is our internal damage, by Jing's own estimates? How long will it take to heal?

    He pushed himself past the limits and is probably dead. He isn't like us, he didn't swallow a pearl or something.

    Also, if he isn't dead, he will be in need of an urgent medical attention of a certain miracle healer.

    I'd like you to have a look at those present.

    Guo Fu, Yandi, Sword Saint will vouch for us. They aleady had, at various parts of the story. Qilin will vouch both for us and the Maiden, and it can influence Huashan's position. Song Lingshu can do the same, and she actually knows Yunzi. Attacking the girl would not be just.

    Are we going to run away from them our whole life?
     
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  23. treave Arcane Patron

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    Difficulty in learning qi-based techniques is another, particularly ones where you emit qi from a distance.

    As for Ahura, if he survives this he can look forward to a life of being a quadriplegic, with crippled neigong. Wang pretty much destroyed his martial arts.

    Your injuries should heal within the week.
     
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  24. Nevill Arcane

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    So, channelling the actual thunderstorm is no-go? Our kicks will remain thunder and lightning in name only?

    For some reason, that Chi You update gave me hope we could project our stormy qi outwards. Don't know why.
     
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  25. Nevill Arcane

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    About that harem ending.

    Look, if you want to get Yunzi on your side - not as a captive, but as an ally - you'll have to find a way to help the Fire Cult find their place in China. There is no way around it, not while she counts herself one of them. It is their unfortunate circumstances that prevent Yunzi from letting them go, she can't think of her own future while they suffer. Yes, their leadership are total dicks, but I bet it's not them Yunzi wants to help. And I do not begrudge the common people for what Ahura Mazda did to us, nor do I regret helping them in a battle when they were losing.

    Returning Yunzi to them is not going to solve problems, neither hers, nor theirs. They will be left powerless in the land that belongs to the people their leadership foolishly alienated. It is not a problem that Yunzi can take care of by herself.

    We need to secure a place for these people. Running away is not really an option. We can turn to Shun, I guess, but will he be able to help us when he is busy with his own affairs? I bet the preparations for the coronation take all of his resourses right now. We have to call upon the benevolence of the victors here. The Sword Saint and Lingshu understand this already. So will the Abbess and possibly Fangzhang and Qi Luiwu. We have to work with the orthodoxes for that, like it or not. These are not just 200 pirates who you can settle on Yinhu Island and be done with it... or can you? treave, did we get to know at any time just how big is the Fire Cult?

    Damn the familial secrets of the Chi household! Can't we marry Qilin already and get all the loredumps we need at will? We don't even know what are the problems that the Fire Cult is facing and why Yunzi is so desperate to help them.
     
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