Forge of Destiny(Xianxia Quest)

World History 101, Part 1
It is in this year, the two hundred and thirty seventh of the reign of his Imperial Majesty Emperor Si, Lord of the Heavenly Peaks, Son of the Divine Sage and Master of the Dragon Throne, that this humble scholar presents his completed work. Much has been spoken of the history of our glorious and eternal empire, and yet these tales are fragmented, divided and scattered across a thousand clans, with little scholarly oversight. Once, this was not true, yet the perfidy of the Shang usurpers and the burning of the Sage's Archive has echoed darkly unto this very day.

Yet in his magnanimity and generosity his Highness seeks to redress this millennial wrong, and once again allow for the creation of a comprehensive history of the empire. It has been my highest honor to be the head of the scholarship assigned to this task, and with its completion, this old man will be able to enter his final meditations and join his ancestors without regret.

This record will, by its nature, be an expansive document, covering many volumes, and so, for the convenience of the lords and ladies of the court and his highness, the first volume will contain an abridged version of our timeline and findings, each section of which will in turn be expanded upon in it's own volume or series of volumes in the completed works. The appendices, which will fill several volumes in and of themselves, will contain records and references to the primary and secondary sources used in the compilation, should any doubt our scholarship.

  1. The First Age

Much has been made of the lack of records from this period, before the rise of even the very oldest of clans in the empire. Yet primary sources are not wholly lacking. Certain elements of pre imperial folklore preserved in more isolated settlements offer a window into this period, spoken colloquially of by monikers such as 'The Great Fear' or 'The Weeping Age' or similarly dramatic titles. These stories, while useful after a fashion, are too garbled by millenia of retelling to offer more than occasional context for more solid sources. Such as those who his Highness' remit has given us access.

With this scholars humble arts in the way of object memory, even spirit dead shards of pottery and nearly faded wall paintings can whisper a few words. In addition, while traveling the lands of Ebon Rivers, this one had the incredible fortune to speak with the avatar of Reveler, the Great Stone Ape. In the midst of his libations and feasting with his kin, he deigned share a few words of the days of his youth.

From these studies and sources, I have divined the following thoughts on the progression of the shadowed First Age.

The first days of the world were harsh indeed. The bones of our Mother yet quaked endlessly, and the divine ichor of the multitude of enemies that our most honored progenitors had slain still boiled close to the surface, toxic to the children of the creators. Similarly, the Heavens were not yet fully formed, and offered little protection from the pitiless and unfiltered alien light of the stars. Fragments of a prayer of these early peoples were revealed to me, from a effaced carving in the lowest basements of the ancient capital of the Emerald Seas.

'O Father, whose radiant eye abhors all evil, your children entreat you, Rise high and tarry long, burn away pestilence[...]

'O Thousand faced daughter, eye of the lost Mother, weep for your frail siblings, that your cleansing tears might bring purity in tainted night[...]


It is to be noted that the translation of these words are a somewhat inexact. The human tongue of the first age was a crude and primitive thing, and it was with some difficulty that we were able to reconstruct the meaning in palatable form. Of the revealed words, these two lines, among others confirm the theories of many imperial scholars. It has long been posited that the sun and the moon were among the very earliest of the Great Spirits formed in the aftermath of the world's creation formed from the last remnants of our Divine creators, and their original role was a very simple one. These spirits were empowered by a desire to survive the remaining hostility heaped upon us from the enemies of our spiritual progenitors. It is known that stellar qi is, unfiltered by the heavens, a terrible poison to human and beast alike. In these ancient days, it seems that very poison shone upon the world each night, mollified only by days of rain, where clouds shrouded the sky from that baleful light.

There is little else to be said of these early tribulations. Humans could but huddle in fear, whether in cavern or shrouded glen, very little meaningful cultures or civilization existed in this period, and even the records of later First Age groups discovered by this scholar's efforts only refer back to it as a time of terrible sorrow and pain.

The later portion of the First Age is more well known to us. In these days, the night sky was no longer poison, and ichor of dead gods no longer clung to the earth, yet the world had not become much less dangerous. Powerful Spirit Beasts who had survived and grown mighty in the chaos of the early world rose to dominate the land. Humanity survived on in a wretched state, offering service and worship in exchange for survival.

The Beast Gods, as they called themselves, valued humankind for a number of reasons. Some appreciated the crafts of our hands, while others found or thoughts or forms pleasing, in various ways. Regardless of their individual reasoning, it is known from remaining records that humans were much sought after as servants and playthings. The first semi-permanent settlements were created in this era, typically rising from monuments and temples raised to please the local god.

However, these primitive and fractious creatures did not hold dominion for very long as these things go. Arising from the Sea and the Sky, the beings known today as dragons soon spread their dominion over the land that would become the Empire. Subjugating the other Beast Gods with their unparalleled might and vast courts of dragon kin, the newly minted Dragon Gods came to become the rulers of the world, save for a few isolated hold outs.
For humankind, this change brought a great alteration of circumstance. Where previous rulers had a certain crude appreciation for humankind's utility. The new rulers of the world valued our crafts and our art greatly, and even came to enjoy taking our forms, in order to better interact with their servants and their creations.

Great cities and sprawling palace complexes rose, carved from the very earth and sky, and for the first time, humans began to cultivate, the Dragon Gods allowing their favorites some measure of power to extend their lives and service

Much like the time of the Beast Gods, this too passed. Dragons are warlike and violent creatures, though admirably, some rise above this nature. However, the Dragon Gods did not have this quality of character. As their realms grew more magnificent, they grew ever more resentful and jealous of their peers, and soon the world plunged again into bloodshed and war.

There are almost no surviving records from this period, and draconic historians, what few there are, refuse to speak of it, and the divine decrees of our most magnificent Sage Emperor demand that we respect their silence. It is known that the resulting war destroyed almost every trace of civilization which had thus far been built, and slew both the great majority of dragons, and the humans who had lived with them.

It is here, that my great fortune in being able to speak with the Zheng clan's Sublime Ancestor, allowed me further insight. He deigned speak only a few words, which I have dutifully transcribed below. These words are not mine, and so I ask that the diction be excused.

'Those idiot lizards broke earth and sky, made the moon bleed and the sun weep. Our Mother spat black blood in rage, their quarreling enough to disturb her dreaming death! Is it any wonder they were cursed? [Expletive] are just lucky I was half grown then, or I'd have bashed their heads myself!'

It was at this point that the esteemed ancestor insisted that I share a drink with him, and thus sadly, I was unable to press the questioning further. This statement corroborates some fragmentary accounts rising from survivors. It is known that in the aftermath, the dragons never rose again, their ability to reproduce with their own kind is crippled to this day, barely allowing the maintenance of their population.

However, beyond these broad strokes, we may but guess at the details of these events.

With the end of the era of draconic dominance, and simultaneous destruction of much of the burgeoning human culture, the turmoil of the world only grew. Yet in that chaos grew the seeds of the inevitable dominance of the human race, long suppressed, the children of the Nameless Father and Mother would soon come into prominence, and claim the world which had been created for them.

In the waning days of the First Age tribes and minor polities beyond numbering rose and fell, some ruled by man, and others beast and spirit, but among there number, three are credited with the ending of the First Age and the beginning of the Second. I speak of course, of Yao the Fisher, husband of the White Serpent of the Thousand Lakes, Zhi the Conqueror, who tamed the Great Stone Ape of the Ebon Rivers, and Tsu the Diviner, blood brother to the Horned Lord of the Emerald Seas.
 
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Bai Meizhen: Victory
"And the winner of this years placement tournament, Bai Meizhen shall receive the rank of Eight Hundred and a place at the pinnacle of the first peak of the Inner Sect…"

Sect Head Yuan's rich voice rang out over the gathered disciples, functionaries and Elders. It was of course, nothing that Bai Meizhen did not already know.

She stood at the center of the raised stage upon which the winners stood, with the others fanned out behind her. She could feel Sun Liling's hatred on her back.

It was an incredibly satisfying feeling.

Bai Suzhen stood with the other visiting dignitaries on a balcony overseeing the pit where the Inner disciples gathered to greet the newcomers stood, and the pride in her eyes warmed Bai Meizhen's heart. Rank in the Sect meant little to her, this was her true prize.

Her gaze flicked briefly to her right, where a tired shadow stood a half step behind her Aunt. She met her fathers dull eyes, and saw his weak, tired smile. Even now having explored the bonds which connected her to others, she felt nothing.

No, the habitual bitterness she had come to recognize remained, she supposed. What bond could one have with a father who could not protect, nor teach, nor comfort? Filial duty guided the small, acknowledging bow she gave at his attention, and nothing more.

The praise of Sect Head Yuan He washed over her as the ceremony continued, and she graciously accepted the carved wooden badge engraved with the number Eight Hundred, but her thoughts went elsewhere, to the girl who could in her mind, be credited with the turning in her path which had lead to this place.

Ling Qi still frustrated her. She did not dare turn her head to look at the other girl, standing in the third rank of winners, just behind and to the left of Cai Renxiang and opposite Ji Rong. She knew very well what she would see though. Ling Qi had grown reasonably skilled at putting on a mask of polite interest hid the fact that her airy thoughts were currently beyond the reach of mere Immortals.

As the Ceremony lapsed, and they were released to mingle with the Inner disciples present while the Elders danced the final dance of politics with the visitors, a surreptitious glance showed that her guess was correct. Ling Qi was already gone from this place, in all but body. It was somewhat amusing. At least she had gotten good enough that it was no longer obvious to peers.

With ease of practice, Bai Meizhen swept aside the dark feelings which bubbled up in her heart when she looked upon her friend, and offered a polite smile to the boy from the Qiu clan who was greeting her. As a scion of one of the Bai's remaining pair of vassal counts, it would be unfortunate to give him a bad impression.

...She may have failed to hide her thoughts entirely, going by the sweat on his brow, and the hastiness with which he excused himself.

"I do not believe you made an error," a familiar voice said from her right. Turning her head, she saw Cai Renxiang standing there, looking quite regal in her adjusted gown. Bai Meizhen very carefully did not allow her eyes to stray to the contours displayed by that masterpiece of tailoring.

"My domain has perhaps, grown more quickly than my control," Bai Meizhen replied, turning to face her second, and last friend. She would not make the same mistakes with this one, not when the first time had nearly cost her so dearly.

Cai renxiang inclined her head slightly. "The potency of your presence merely requires some acclimation, Sect Sister Bai."

Bai Meizhen smiled in amusement. "As you say, Sect Sister Cai," such silliness, as if paltry bonds of organization could match those of family or choice. She understood why the Zheng would have no truck with it, perversion of their own blood bonding rituals that it was.

Cai Renxiang looked off to her right, and Bai Meizhen followed her gaze, to Ling Qi, once again. The tall girl chatted with a handsome boy with a closely shaven head. Wen something or other, if bai Meizhen recalled. Some part of his expression and the way he looked upon Ling Qi made her want to let loose her grip on her domain.

"She is doing well," Cai Renxiang said blandly. "Had I not seen her practicing…"

"Quite," Bai Meizhen replied a touch sourly, turning her eyes away. The killing urge faded quickly enough. She was too mature to be beholden to her instincts after all. Hopefully Cui would catch up soon, her sister was too childish at times.

"In any case, I must thank you for your support this year, Sect Sister," Cai Renxiang said seriously, meeting her eyes.

"It is I who must thank you, Sect Sister," Bai Meizhen replied politely. "I hope that our good relationship may continue going forward."

Aunt Suzhen had some plans for loosening the current stance of the Bai clan, she had gleaned. It was now more important than ever that she maintained ties with the Cai heiress.

Even if it was hardly an imposition.

"I do not doubt that it will Sect Sister," Cai Renxiang said with a small smile. Bai Meizhen ignored the fluttering feeling in her stomach as best she could. "We both have our work set out for us I suspect. My retainers and I will look forward to working with you in the new year."

Bai Meizhen gave a thankful nod.

...She too was looking forward to being able to speak with both of her friends again.
 
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'Barbarian' Interlude
The ache in his bones and soul was growing worse, Khashin mused.

His armor and harness hung heavy on his shoulders, as torrential rain pounded down from the clouds overhead. Not a single droplet touched him, nor his Soul-Brother.

"We are not so feeble as that," the deep and ancient voice of his Soul-Brother rumbled in his thoughts. Beneath, his Beast-Self tossed its head, letting out an equine snort, and with his Man-Self's hand, he patted the beasts neck. Sparks danced on his hooves as they churned air, and powerful wings beat once, carrying them higher, toward the sheared off mountain peak at their destination.

All around, the shadows of his shamans and warriors danced in the storm, the beat of the drums indistinguishable from the rumble of thunder.

If only he could recognize their faces, the old man mused, narrowing his eyes behind his bone flight mask as he peered ahead. Gone were his brothers and sisters, and even his beloved Dagasai had been laid to rest among the Earthbones. Their children too had passed, and most of their grandchildren as well. He had difficulty recalling the names of those who were left.

Yes, they would soon seek the stars together.

Not this day, however. Today, worldly duty beckoned.

He felt the moment that his cadre's storm met the other, clouds crashing against one another with an earthshaking rumble. With a thought, his Beast Self angled down, mighty wings spread wide, and began to circle the peak.

In the distance, he saw his equal do the same, emerging from the rains to circle, once then twice, and a finally a third time as the beat of the drums rose to crescendo from both sides.

As he made the third pass, Khan Khashin's Man-Self let out a long breath, and together with his Soul-Brother, loosened his grip on their oversoul.

The storm shook and the air rippled under the spreading force, clearing rain and cloud as the full might of a man near the pinnacle of the Sixth Heaven emerged. Across from him, the other Khan's soul emerged, roiling outward to clash with his at thee center. Beast and Man alike let out a grunt of effort, Soul shoving against Soul as they sky above cleared, leaving a perfect circle of sunlight shining down on the mountain peak.

He grimaced as the other Khan gave way for him, a show of respect for his age and deeds… but nothing more. To think that this boy half his age could match him so. He truly was growing feeble.

His Beast-Self's hooves clattered, kicking up sparks as it cantered across stone instead of sky, and he came to rest within earshot of his fellow Khan.

"Khan Khashin of the Lightning Drinkers greets you," he announced as they came to a halt, his voice scratchy with age and wear.

"Khan Galidan of the Behemoth Eaters gives his respect," The younger man's voice boomed, from where he sat atop his own mount. It was a massive thing, a great eagle with golden feathers, that outmassed his own Beast-Self twice over and more.

Khashin peered through narrow eyes at the younger man. Just as he was, the other man was dressed for battle, his face concealed behind a carved mask of bone. "Why did you request this," The old Khan replied bluntly, cantering forward.

Khan Galidan reached up, removing his mask. He had the face of a man in his prime, clean shaven, with sharp eyes that pierced like spears. "I would speak to you of the grand Kurultai, and the opening of Skyson's vault."

Khan Khashin grunted removing his own mask and exposing his own badly weathered face to the high mountain wind. "You wish our warriors to ally in the Game then?"

"That would be most welcome, mighty Khan," Galidan agreed seriously. "I had hoped to speak of the other matter however."

Now Kharshin scowled. "Fool," he spat. "Do you think yourself mightier than Ogodei?"

"No," the younger Khan replied, meeting his glare without a flinch, even as the mountain under them began to shake, stones rattling and dust falling as their spirits once again clashed. "Assault is foolish, but the lowlanders greed will never be satisfied."

"Besides," he said after a pause. "That Taghai will be seeking the right to name himself Khagan, no matter what words we speak."

His words brought Khashin up short, his expression twisting in furious incredulity. "I know his ambitions. Who would listen to that ice addled madman?"

"Many," Galidan replied, crossing his arms. "These past five winters, his tribe was untouched."

Khashin's eyes narrowed. The further south one flew the harsher the winters grew, carried on icy winds from the dead-plains south of the Mother Mountains. "I assume you do not merely mean that luck favored him," he had flown all this way, Khashin decided, he would see what tale this young man wished to spin.

"The Crone ignored him, to feast on his neighbors," the younger man replied bluntly. "And why not, he has married an Ice Witch from the south, and offers the beast sacrifice."

Khan Khashin leaned back in his saddle, hi expression cold. The Iron Toothed Crone, who flew north in a vessel of stone each winter to torment the People in the southern mountains, was an ancient foe of Father Sky. Where she passed, food spoiled, lesser beasts went mad and children disappeared from their cribs. She could not be fought, only survived. "You make bold accusations. Tribes have gone to war for lesser insults."

Galidan spread his hands helplessly. "I do not speak falsely. He does little to hide it. Winter's cold spreads further north with each year, and the lowlanders push us into her embrace. Is it any wonder that the People lose faith in Father Sky's wisdom. We are free to fly as we will, but are these mountains not the bones of our Mother?"

The old man closed both sets of eyes. That at least rang true. He heard the sullen whispers among the younger warriors. Those who had not seen the horror that followed Ogodei's failure. They saw only retreat and submission, the cowardice of old men. Yet never had one of his warriors dared to turn to the worship of demons such as the Crone or the Gnawers. Let alone a Khan "To cling to a single place is error," he replied quietly.

"Yet you are still here," Galidan replied, Beast and Man alike fixing him with a look. "You have not flown west, beyond the Red Garden, or East beyond the Sun's Grave, as some did."

Khan Khashin merely grunted, his Beast Self stamping it hooves. "The Mother Mountains are not a single place," he answered.

"As most of the People would agree," Galidan said bluntly.

"...Make your proposal, Khan Galidan," The older man said.

"I wish only for you to support me when I make claim to the Skyson's legacy," The Eagle mounted man replied, the great beast beneath him spreading its wings.

"You will die," Khashin said flatly. "None have survived entering the tomb."

"Perhaps," the younger man replied, lifting off. "But I will not die chased from my home, nor corrupted by demons. I ask only to be given the chance."

"...I will investigate your words," the old man said, his Beast-Self's wings spreading as well. "If you speak truth about Taghai, I will support you," left unsaid, that a lie would see new vendetta declared.

The sky changed always, but Khashin had hoped that his final days might pass without strife.

The spirits laughed at the desires of men.
 
Missed Battles
Failure tasted like the mud of the village gutters, Gan Guangli thought, looking down upon the arena.

He had known this since he was but a youth, only as high as his weary mothers knee. It was a taste he had grown used too in those days. In this world, those who stood for justice, and protecting the weak often found it their only reward. His father had learned that and so had he. His stubbornness had certainly earned him enough beatings by peers and adults alike in those days.

So why did it taste so foul now? Was it because he had disappointed the one person who had seen his value? Or perhaps because he knew it was his own fault. A thousand explanations whirled in his mind, but they were all so much useless chaff. A Man should not make excuses for his failure.

Father had taught him that, before alcohol consumed him.

So, Gan Guangli could only promise to be better, to meet the expectations of his Liege and her Mother, no matter how impossible the redemptive task he was assigned would be. He would need to stand on his own, and succeed at what he had so fumbled doing this year. He would have to become more than a soldier, playing at command. The path of the soldier was an honorable one, but not one that could carry him at Lady Cai's side.

Gan Guangli let out a sigh, his wide shoulders rising and falling as he turned his attention to the stages below. At least his mistress would have Ling Qi, for all her habitual thoughtlessness and bouts of whimsy, she had a cunning to her, and the resolve to be a blade in Lady Cai's hand.

Deep shame still bubbled in his stomach when he remembered the flicker of expression he had glimpsed on his lady's face when she had asked Ling Qi to leave them alone.

Gan Guangli pushed that memory away for the moment, down with the others that formed the foundation of his resolve. He should carve this match into his memory. Kang Zihao would probably be causing him a great deal of trouble in the next year.

He laughed aloud, startling the other outer disciples seated around him. Was that not a satisfying thought? That the scion of Kang had no chance of victory? He had disliked that young man since the moment he had lain eyes upon him. He could respect Ji Rong, after a fashion, recognizing him as a dark mirror. It would be arrogance after all, to think that such resentment could not have been born in his own heart. Even Lu Feng, was respectable in his way, cunning and underhanded lout that he was.

Kang Zihao though… in his handsome face, Gan Guangli saw everything he despised. He had no honor, only a blind and mindless loyalty to the appearance of decorum and titles, with no thought for who held them. He discarded his subordinates as easily as one would throw aside trash. So, with another boisterous laugh, Gan Guangli, leaned forward a smile on his face, to observe what was to come.

MIss Bai was as resplendent as always, clad in whites and soft blues that leant her an air of phantasmal beauty. Her striking eyes gazed impassively upon her foe, as queen might regard a mongrel dog sniffing at the hem of her gown.

The Kang was armored in gleaming silver, presenting as always the appearance of noble hero taken straight from the pages of the classics. Gan Guangli's grin stretched wider. It would be truly satisfying to see that shell cracked.

"Do you have no words for me?" Miss Bai said softly as the stage began to activate shrouding them in mist. "Where are your denouncements now, son of Kang?"

Kang ZIhao looked down his nose at the shorter girl facing him, a touch of a sneer on his handsome features. "There is no purpose for words at this juncture," he replied haughtily. Gan Guangli heard the tremor in his voice none the less.

"...I suppose you are right," Miss Bai replied thoughtfully as a brightly lit river valley took shape around them, the gurgling of the wide, shallow river off to their right almost hiding her quiet words. "I really should cleave closer to tradition, should I not?"

Kang Zihao grit his teeth, but did not reply. A few moments later, thunder boomed, and the match began. A gleaming spear spun into existence in Kang Zihao's hand, and twin canine forms burst from the the air at his side, snarling and snapping. One was the white furred hound that the boy had at his side from the years beginning, grown now to stand almost a full meter at the shoulder. The other however, was a wolf, shaggy and wild, frost and rime coating its blue-grey fur. The second beast stood almost as tall as Kang's shoulder.

Bai Meizhen took a single step forward, shimmering green scales flashing in the grass at her feet.

The dog and the wolf burst into motion, dashing in opposite directions to circle and flank the young lady of Bai. Kang Zihao spun his spear into a guard position, and a blazing white shield appeared in his other hand, held forward as a bulwark, as if against an incoming avalanche. Potent, mountainous qi crackled through his limbs, and even at this distance, Gan Guangli could feel the sudden 'weight' his form gained.

Bai Meizhen took a second step, and dark water rippled around her shoulders, casting her face in shadow.

Twin mountains of canine bulk howled as their pounding feet tore up the remaining distance, their jaws open as if to devour the advancing maiden. Kang ZIhao's kiai resounded like thunder as the his instep sent a spiderweb of cracks through the soft earth, and he brought his spear forward, it's point alight with blazing qi that howled as it shot toward Bai Meizhen, leaving a blinding trail through the air behind it.

Bai Meizhen's golden eyes narrowed, and he raised her hand, raising a her cloak of abyssal water.

Blazing light struck black water and screamed, creating an explosion of steam that Kang's beasts dived eagerly into.

"Heel."

Her cold voice rang out, and in an instant a terrible cold pall fell over the brightly lit scene. Twin yelps of canine distress sounded from within the dissipating cloud as it cleared to reveal Bai Meizhen, standing still, her shadow pooled at her feet like a lake of ink. Her eyes blazed from the shadow of her liquid hood and even from her Gan Guangli felt sweat break out on his brow and his heart begin to beat erratically.

The dog and the wolf were far less insulated. They crashed to the ground, eyes rolling in their sockets and froth leaking from their mouths. The smaller of the two let out a whimpering yelp as green coils emerged from the grass in a flash, and hungry fangs sunk into its throat. Bai Meizhen's cousin, coiled around the thrashing dog in mere moments, and Gan Guangli knew that it would not be getting up again in this fight.

The wolf was, if anything less lucky, as Bai Meizhen heel ground into it's throat, and liquid shadowy crawled across it's form, bringing strangled yelps of distress from the beasts throat. All the while, Bai Meizhen's gaze remained fixed on Kang, who remained in place, his shield held out as another layer of defensive qi shimmered into place, spreading from the outward edge of his shield.

"How useless," Bai Meizhen said idly, removing her foot from the beasts throat as her shadow engulfed it entirely. "Just what do you intend to protect with that shield, Kang Zihao?"

He did not answer, only tightening his stance.

Bai Meizhen hummed thoughtfully, and blurred, crossing thirty meters in an instant before her ribbon blades lashed out, the metal strips extended by toxic purple fluid. Kang Zihao batted them aside, and once again, his spear thrust out in a blur, launching three fiery lances toward Miss Bai.

She continued forward, twisting gracefully to avoid the first two, and then battins aside the third with a sweep of her mantle and a hissing burst of steam. The fangs of her weapon came again, whipping in from impossible angles, and Kang Zihao stood strong, his spinning spear and flashing shield knocking away the virulent tendrils that sought his flesh.

Bai Meizhen lurred again, closing the distance to rest of the distance, though he stood taller than the pale girl, Kang Zihao seemed terribly small in the shadow she cast. The whipping blades returned, twice as fast, and this time one scored the shoulder of his armor, leaving a bubbling, hissing scar in the metal that revealed the padding beneath, blackening from the venom. Barehanded, Bai Meizhen parried the spearstokes that came in return, splashing water sounding from the points of impact.

Again and again, her blades twisted and hissed through the air, scoring petty wounds, stripping away his gleaming armor piece by piece until it hung from him in tatters and fragments, and brackish blood stained the clothing he wore beneath.

Finally, trembling limbs raised a shield a moment too slow, and hungry blades carved open his upper arm. Kang Zihao's bulwark dropped from twitching, nerveless fingers, and a pale hand darted in seizing him by the throat.

He let out a strangled scream, the spear falling from his other hand as veins of red spread from his neck.

"Still no more than a delay. As expected," Bai Meizhen said coldly, her voice distorted by the veil of water that rose to defend her fair face from Kang's desperate strikes.

His struggles ceased shortly, and the scion of Kang crumbled into the grass, already dissolving into mist as Bai Meizhen released him.
 
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Xuan Interlude
AN: So working through everything necessary to get the new quest running is taking longer than expected, and generally being a stressful time. So I ended up writing an interlude for fun to blow some steam off. Here's a peak at the Celestial Empire's link to the outside world

It was an especially cold year, Xuan Xue noted idly, watching her younger and lesser cousins working so diligently ro prepare the docks and receiving zone for the barge that even now carved its way through the white capped waters of the great sea.

The ground beneath her feet rumbled, rattling crates and buildings alike. Not a one of the youngsters around her paused a single instant nor stumbled with the motion. A refreshing change from dealing with the land bound southerners for these past five years. The Sands had grown soft and decadent in the millennia since the Mariners had gone.

"Losing yourself to torpor again Sister?" The source of the disturbance rumbled, his voice, even in spirit a basso rumble that seemed to vibrate the air.

Xuan Xue reached up, carefully adjusting her hat to fix it's angle as she looked down placidly at the paved stone dock built atop her brother Panggu's back. "There is a difference between thoughtfulness and torpor, Brother," she chided. "Cease your fidgeting, our guests are nearly here."

Her response was a twin set of rumbling, curmudgeonly snorts. Panggu was rather less fond of their foreign visitors than she. Rolling her shoulders once, Xuan Xue began to approach the dock, the butt of her jingling ring staff tapping out the tune to a shanty from more youthful days.

The stone barge was already sweeping into the dock, even under the dull stormy sky, the gleaming gold of the sun disc painted on it's sail glowed with fiery light and steam rose from it's polished white decks. It was a wonder, Xuan Xue thought that such a vessel, with it's single sail and deck, and low sides, could cross the sea at all.

To call it's owners barbarians was to do a disservice to both them, and the concept of truth alike, but the southerns did love their conceits.

Her eyes scanned the deck, passing over the heavily wrapped men performing the labor of docking as she searched for the barge's captain. The Patriarch had high expectations for this expedition. Of course, she knew this captain well, so it was likely…

At that moment, the disc of molten gold embossed upon the sail of the barge flared with noonday brightness, and a swift shadow leapt forth from the deck, framed by it's corona.

The ground quaked as the shadow came to earth but a meter away from her, landing with a catlike grace and a flex of muscular limbs. Arms as thick as a mountain ogres rose, extended like the wings of a bird and oil polished muscle flexed beneath skin the color of burnished bronze as the light from the sail reached it's zenith, casting the massive foreigner in shadow.

Xuan Xue regarded her foreign contemporary with an invisibly quirked eyebrow, her staff still idly tapping out a tune on the docks.

"Hoho, you are still as stoic as ever, my spindly friend," the giant said chortled as the light faded, it's rays gleaming on the golden collar that spread across his wide shoulders and the similarly gilded bracelets and dangling rings which hung from his ears.

His accent with the Xuan tongue had improved, Xuan Xue noted absently, craning her neck to peer up at the foreigner. "The sands have long passed us by, Mehmet," she chided. He was late.

Mehmet grinned, gleaming fangs peeking out between his lips as his shaved scalp catching the last fading embers of glow from the barges sail. The strange blue green paint with which his people colored their eyes made the predatory red irises stand out all the more. "So cold Xuxue," he laughed, mangling her name as he always did. "The sea dregs have lost their caution this year. My warriors won a glorious harvest, but it did delay our course."

It was out of season for raids, Xuan Xue noted with a frown, eyeing the foreign captain. His half transparent linen skirt left no question that he was without wounds, though that was expected. A battle fit to wound a a man such as Mehmet would have been felt at a considerable distance.

"Then why are you searching so closely Sister?" Panggu's serpentine half whispered snidely.

Xuan Xue ignored her Brother with the ease of familiarity raising her eyes back to the foreigners face. Had he grown even taller? The man was already closer to three meters than two. "Good hunting then. This one must ask, is the patriarchs cargo safe?"

Mehmet's boisterous expression grew serious. "You wound me, O captain. After your patriarchs generosity, of course we would deliver our end of the bargain without fail. Mine Father himself rose from the stone sleep to lead our warriors and raze the Pyyrhan temple which housed your prize. To lose it would be worth more than my head!"

"Apologies," Xuan Xue said, offering a low bow. "This one meant no slander upon thy word. The acquisition went favorably then?"

"I found many worthy foes to add to my flesh," the foreign giant said, his cheer returning. The battle between mine Father and the Priestess sank the isle beneath the wine dark waves. Glorious indeed! I expect when I return, Mother will be awake and I shall have a new sister to dote upon."

"This one offers her congratulations," Xuan Xue replied politely. "I shall not keep my honored guest waiting on these humble docks for any longer then. Shall we proceed to more comfortable environs?"

"Of course, I shall enjoy partaking in your steamed leaf water. Such an exotic flavor!" Mehmet laughed. Xuan Xue cocked her head to the side, taking a moment to enjoy the view as he turned back to his ship and clapped his hands, letting his booming voice carry out over the waters. "Dregs! Begin unloading the cargo for my fine friends."

Xuan Xue only gave the activity on the desk a brief glance. She knew the smaller low caste foreigners would obey Mehmets words without question. As the two of them began to walk toward the housing complex built farther back on her brothers shell, Xuan Xue glanced up at her towering companion. "Might this one ask after the other matter?"

Mehmet chuckled and reached up, plunging his ring adorned fingers into his right pectoral, the oiled flesh distorting like clay as he drew forth a scroll case of polished ivory, embossed with gleaming gold stylized eye. "His majesty God King Horemheb II, has heard the request of the Patriarch Xuan. Expansion of the routes is approved."

Xuan Xue accepted the scroll case gingerly, sending it immediately to her storage ring. It's contents were not for her eyes. "So easily?" She asked curiously. "This one expected many years of negotiation."

"After his mighty victory over the depraved spawn of the Night Serpent, his majesties mood was quite good, luck favored your family, my spindly friend," the giant man laughed.

Very much so, Xuan Xue mused as she lead the foreigner inside. Between this, and the rumors of the Bai finally investing in their port and shipping, things were looking bright indeed.

Well if one was not the Xuan liason to the Imperial Court, she supposed. She had no doubt that poor fool would have much southern whining to endure.

She said a silent prayer for her distant cousin, and turned her thoughts to the more pleasurable matter of entertaining her honored guest.
 
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