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[Xin's PK] The Setting of the Moon


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The Death of Hsieh-Xin

 

The air was cool, though the ground around the Huangdi’s manor still shook. He knew the day was coming, the day on which the village of New Jing-Taiyun would fall to this strange Voidal tear. Tears would line the Hou’s face, and drip onto the parchment of the scroll as he would sit in his room. His family, his wife, his two precious children, and his friends had all been sent away to Llyria, to the monks, who would keep them safe. But Xin would not leave this Village. He knew where his stance lied, there were still those in need of protection, and he would not allow his soldiers to fight in front of whatever may come without their huangdi. 

 

The Huangdi would write two scrolls, one, a will, given to a relative to relay to the others in secret. another, a poem, to be spread through the next generations of Hou, so that they may remember the time they had here the last cycle of the moon.

 

The moon sets on those who walk under its light

The Hou, they walk twords fear, carrying Hou-Shen’s Might

and whatever may come through those forsaken doorways

would not fail to die to the might of Jade.

 

The Light of night, surrounds the hou who fight

The light of day, goes with those who sail and pray

and though the end of the village has come to pass

the beginning of the Hou-Zi has begun to mass

 

Do not stray from peace! the huangdi would call

Stay safe within each others arms, hands, and paws

and when those who hunt us wish to show their might

remember the might of Hou-Shen, and the strength of our light

 

And now as the Hou walk, under the moon to war

Remember this war is but a means to more

a means to a peace that will last generations

a people, who will stay safe, within Hou-Shens graces.

 

Xin may not be with you for the next cycle of the moon

but our people are strong, and so will you be friends

Walk calmly, under the watchful light of the moon

and perhaps one day, i will meditate with you again.

The Huangdi would then leave his belongings in the manor, besides his Monkspade, and his will. he would walk out into battle, and protect the other Hou from the abominations of the void as they would flee. May he be remembered for the peace of his heart, and the strength of his will.

 

He is survived by his wife, Hsieh-Lan, his daughter Hsieh-Xiyue, and his son Hsieh-Tao Jian

~Xiongdi Forever~

[ooc time]
It was a honor playing with this community, through all of our hardships and struggles. im still of the beleif we have fostered one of the most friendly and amazing communities on the server. im truly sorry i had to leave during this, but my new job has made me unfit to lead a community in this way. i wish this community more then the best, and i know your new leadership and the community will thrive

i love you all. ill be in touch.

 

 

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Hsieh-Lan breaks down over the loss of her beloved, holding her children closely.

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Reading the note given from Heping, taking a brief respite to cry, then turning to face the survivors as the Huangdi of the Hou Zi, not making a comment on the note or the context of it.

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Hsieh-Heping Would find a quiet place to cry over the love of his beloved brother.

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Xueren drags himself off to... somewhere for a return. He’d sent his condolences.. if he were conscious.

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Feng Guihua would be picking herbs far into Queens Isles, but she would remember back to the dastardly Mother eating the Huangdi. Guihua shivered with a frown as she left herbs in her basket, heading far away from both her old home and Llyria. Guihua could only run, and with that thought she could not fathom meeting her Xiongdi after the terrible battle. She raised up a pot, placing it beside a large boulder and lighting some dried sage leaves. She would place incense sticks on the sides of the pot, praying quietly.

 

“Goodbye, friend. May Hou-Shen welcome you into the realm of ancestors. Arcas did not deserve such a trustworthy Hou, even after the many lunar cycle of existence. From running away during the Qinghai massacre, to the unfortunate move to Llyria... Guihua is sorry for not staying with her Xiongdi brethren.”

Guihua would blow out the incense sticks and the pot of incense, however she would pull out a large wooden plank with the name ‘Hsieh Xin’ carved onto it. She would plant the plank deep into the ground, sobbing as she stared at the makeshift grave. She used her torn sleeve to wipe her eyes, traveling once more far away from the others she once knew. Guihua held an unfamiliar instrument in her hand, playing a song that no one has ever heard before.

 

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Tongku Feng would hold her head down, offer her a prayer, as she ran her fingers across beads. “Xin was good Huangdi for Hou-Zi.”

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Pervinca Driftwood cries over the loss of the monkey-people leadership.

”T’a onleh good big’un beh gone...”

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A tall and fairly strong looking albino dark elf stood at the tip of a peak, in deep meditation. He kept there for some time till The Wind gave him word of death. It was to his displeasure to hear such and with that he removed the scroll Xin had given Forv all that time ago and sighed before moving to the bottom and writing the name at its base alongside a few other names.

“May his spirit live on.”

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Deek Driftwood raises his bottle of rum in memory to a great Hou. A sad, bitter day.

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Hsieh-Tao Jian, while deeply saddened by the loss of his loving father.  Nearly thirteen now, he feels that he must remain solemn and strong to best respect the passing of his father. The youth does his at most to comfort his mourning mother and sister, feeling no anger, only admiration for his father’s bravery and sacrifice.

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A man sits in solemn silence, the sounds of the grueling battle and Hsieh-Xin’ s final cries still playing in his mind as if he sat there in the wastelands of the Hou-Zi village. His tired eye opens to thankfully find himself still in the supposed safety of his home, though his spirit remains buried deep within the earth. A heavy sigh slips from his lips, dissipating into the silence as he finally begins to stand. He would not soon forget the kindness or strength of Xin, and he would forever cherish the hope he had given to him long ago.

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