The Fall of the Golden One

[Slothtastic 761]

The Fall of The Golden One

 

The Hou-Zi council made it’s conclusion. The people would evacuate, to save themselves from the rule of Cao Cao who had believed himself to be much like the God King Hou-Shen. As they gathered little of their belongings, and prepared to set sail they heard a voice behind them.

“Why are you leaving?”

Xiahou recognized the voice of his old friend, Shen-Li. Arguably, Li was one of if not the oldest Hou he knew. And yet, he still possessed the grace of his youth. Xiahou turned to him, as the people made the excuse of a fishing trip. Deep down, Xiahou knew it would not work. Shen-Li knew, the Hei-Zhu knew that from his expression.

“This is no fishing trip, you are all bringing your belongings.” And Li was right, as the Emperor Cao Cao and an unknown Hei-Zhu backed Li. The Emperor was fat and lazy, that was easy to tell. And yet he drew his club, ready to fight. In response, Li drew his sword.

 

Xiahou knew that he would not survive the upcoming battle. The citizens were not trained soldiers, and only three of the people there, including Xiahou, were able-bodied combatants. Those that remained were made up of women and healers.

“Li, you would draw your weapon on your kin?” Xiahou asked, with pleading eyes. He did not want the bloodshed to come to the citizens. If it did, he was sure they would all die. The Hei-Zhu put a hand upon his kanabo, and puffed his chest out towards the trio in an attempt to intimidate them. Yet it did not work.

 

“Yes.” Li lunged towards Xiahou in an attempt to pierce his armor, and it struck true underneath his heart.. It had begun. The other two fighters charged forth, as the Lang Patriarch gave a mighty roar and unearthed the Kanabo he had and charged along with them. And yet, two others attacked Xiahou. He was pierced with multiple arrows, and just as he had gotten a strike on one of them, he fell.

 

Four arrows. Four arrows had pierced his armor, all in his front chestplate along with the sword strike. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the other warriors fall along with him. As he crashed down to the ground on the end of the dock, Li and the other followed the citizens who had dived off the boat. While the repulsively fat Cao Cao stood over Liao-Chen. And with three club strikes, he had broken his head in. The Hei-Zhu felt his vision dimming. Blood poured from him, and from most likely Cao Cao, the Hei-Zhu fell from the docks and into the sea water below.

 

And as his vision turned to black, he felt at peace. He had died trying to protect those that he cared for. Xiahou realized that he might not go down in the history books, but he did not want to be. Xiahou did not wish for fame. And when he opened his eyes again, he saw a beautiful paradise. Jiang-Taiyun, the Golden City.

 

And yet, as he took one last glance upon the beautiful city he wanted nothing more than to visit, he drifted off into the empty void that filled his vision now. And once more, all he saw was black.

 

Beneath the waves of the sea, the Hei-Zhu’s body lay. Quietly floating away from the city, and off to the deep blue ocean.

 

OOC:

A fun time I had RPing this boy. And yet, everything has to come to an end. Though this is no PK, as it is a shelf. I might bring him back a bit later, with some explanation behind that don’t worry. But that will not be for a long time. I had some great RP on him, and I still think the 1^st Gen Hou-Zi was arguably the most fun I had on the server. Being a new race, that had barely been discovered by others was awesome. It inspired great things, and the most fun RP I had on Xiahou was in the Westerlands where he made friends playing music and trading.

[Evonpire 2014]

Liao Chen for once in his entire life, cried for the lost.

[GodmodeGolem 146]

A small teardrop would drop from the heizhu face

I will Miss you Brother you faught hard....

[Orinoken 52]

shed a tear for his fallen xiongdi, ”shall there be statue for fallen Xiongdi”

[UmbreScye 535]

Feng Guihua fondly remembers punching an imperial guard to death, while fleeing with a group of Hou-Zi. “Why must the Hou be torn in half, Guihua not understand...” She shook her head, sitting alone with her allies.

[MangoArt 399]

Shui-Luo stews in his anger over this. He had not known Xiahou, but he knew the crimes of the fat, false Emperor. He examined the arrow he had used to help kill the Imperial Guard alongside Guihua, fresh blood still on it. He sighed, never having wanted to enter a state where he genuinely wanted someone dead. But that was just the way things were now.

[Chase 3793]

Sum-Teng Wong merely watched from afar as the Hou-zi jumped ship. He watched as the stoic Emperor Cao Cao caved Hei-Zhu’s head in, sending him to the choppy waters. His expression faltered for but a moment. The Imperial Guard folded his arms. A shame, truly.

Spoiler

 

[KBR 2046]

Shen-Li sat in his bath later that day, washing the blood from his pristine white fur “Despite giving the council so much power, they still conspire and tear our people apart. With words this could’ve been settled easily, instead despite outnumbering us more than three to one, the warriors die and the cowards live, no easy roots for a settlement.” he murmurs to himself “Xiahou, you will rest in heaven my old friend.”

[AndroMando 10]

Song cried and held the memories close as she remembered a dear brethren, after the events she has not smiled nor thinks, only memories of this fallen hero stay 
”You fought for us to escape... If only you didn’t have to pay the price....”

 

 

 

 

(Long live the Sloth Army)

[Kyunu 65]

Mingzhu looked down in dismay at the loss of a Heizhu brethren, and placed a fist over her chest. “May Lang Xiahou soul meet the heavenly plane, and rest among Houshen.” She shook her head, letting only a single tear befall her.

[idk 46]

An old monk, her robes weathered and dusty, slowly walks on the path away from Krugmar. Her gnarled staff taps against the ground as she turns to gaze at the orc city, and the Hou Zi town behind it.

 

“Perhaps it was folly for this old monkey to return on this day. The land is torn in strife, yet still our xiōngdì and xiōngmèi clamour for each other’s blood. The Shen guó may be golden, but a hollowness hides behind its luster.”

 

She continues her journey alone, her step dignified, yet sorrowful.

[Archbishop 1784]

Li-Mangshi weeps for the death of his kin.

[Buhru 129]

Feigned Wiping a tear from under his eye” Will meet again in afterlife cousin“ He’d return to the wild continuing his hunt

 

[osumanduas 1442]

Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

 

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