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[ A man with long dark hair, dressed in green silk robes, is lazily fanning himself and smiling, as he lounges by a campfire. He’s singing along with a group of children seated next to him:
Stitch by stitch,
The love of a witch
Will unravel
Dusk to dawn
Each morning to mourn
With blood and gravel
He lifts his hand, stopping them. ]
I think I’ve learned it now, I’ll teach you all a verse also, come listen.
[ He clears his throat, and in a formal style, speaks as if he were reciting before a large audience. As he does so, the man’s eyes drift away to something just out of view. ]
When mountain peaks wear away, when all the rivers run dry
When thunderstorms rumble in winter, and snow falls from the summer sky
When heaven and earth seal back together, only then will I dare to—
[ A hand abruptly darts out from off camera, obscuring the scene for a moment. When it draws away, the stone has been forcibly moved, revealing the face of another man. ]
That’s not why we’re here. We’ve found out a few things about Lord Arha. If the song these children have been singing is true, this ghost army isn’t trying to rescue anyone, it’s out for revenge.
[ The first man scoots back into the scene, sitting right next to and parking his chin on the second man’s shoulder. ]
Ah-Xu, the man was betrayed!
[ He clicks his tongue, shaking his head sadly.]
He went to rescue his lady, but she joined hands with her enemies instead. The whole army was slaughtered!
[ "Ah-Xu," with a slightly frozen smile, says through his teeth: ]
Keep it down.
[ The undead army is clearly changing its guard in the background. More softly, the first man says, leaning towards the stone: ]
I’ve met some people who say they know how to deal with ghosts. Kindly share your knowledge, I have a feeling we’re all going to need it.
[ Meanwhile, the children have started softly singing again:
Love, her love
Hatisse’s sweet dove
Arha fell last
Vowed to return
His lady to scorn
And spit on their past
With strike of sword
The love of a lord
Will unravel
Dawn to dusk
His memory a husk
Each year he will travel.
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Stitch by stitch,
The love of a witch
Will unravel
Dusk to dawn
Each morning to mourn
With blood and gravel
He lifts his hand, stopping them. ]
I think I’ve learned it now, I’ll teach you all a verse also, come listen.
[ He clears his throat, and in a formal style, speaks as if he were reciting before a large audience. As he does so, the man’s eyes drift away to something just out of view. ]
When mountain peaks wear away, when all the rivers run dry
When thunderstorms rumble in winter, and snow falls from the summer sky
When heaven and earth seal back together, only then will I dare to—
[ A hand abruptly darts out from off camera, obscuring the scene for a moment. When it draws away, the stone has been forcibly moved, revealing the face of another man. ]
That’s not why we’re here. We’ve found out a few things about Lord Arha. If the song these children have been singing is true, this ghost army isn’t trying to rescue anyone, it’s out for revenge.
[ The first man scoots back into the scene, sitting right next to and parking his chin on the second man’s shoulder. ]
Ah-Xu, the man was betrayed!
[ He clicks his tongue, shaking his head sadly.]
He went to rescue his lady, but she joined hands with her enemies instead. The whole army was slaughtered!
[ "Ah-Xu," with a slightly frozen smile, says through his teeth: ]
Keep it down.
[ The undead army is clearly changing its guard in the background. More softly, the first man says, leaning towards the stone: ]
I’ve met some people who say they know how to deal with ghosts. Kindly share your knowledge, I have a feeling we’re all going to need it.
[ Meanwhile, the children have started softly singing again:
Love, her love
Hatisse’s sweet dove
Arha fell last
Vowed to return
His lady to scorn
And spit on their past
With strike of sword
The love of a lord
Will unravel
Dawn to dusk
His memory a husk
Each year he will travel.
ooc: replies from Wen Kexing
wenderer and/or Zhou Zishu fated_dance ]
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[ He was! He most definitely was! In fact, hadn't it been a little too long already? Were his organs already starting to rot!? Had he ever quite gone this long without fixing the problem?
Now that he thought about he... he definitely should have been trying to find a solution sooner than this....
He didn't want to ask for help from strangers though! ]
Then this master would like to meet them....
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...Wen Kexing. He is stronger than one might think.
[ Plus he trusts his soulmate, which he feels is just as important as having a large well of qi. ]
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This one doubts... but perhaps looking into the others of our merry band will find a qualified candidate....
[ Perhaps he should have explained that this was for him to be able to preform the examination. ]
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But in the end, this is for Kexing. And if this immortal master doesn't feel Kexing has enough qi... ]
Ah. So be it. Bring who you feel is needed.
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Probably should have looked into it sooner....
It should be fine though, as they have enough qi to push.
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I leave it to your expertise.
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...
This master may not have as much....
...........
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Is the method to heal me perhaps the same as it would be to heal you?
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Then more haste seems the answer.
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