I have a few questions...
Zia and Meg, are you still part of this rolelay and chat thread?
P.S. Beware, part of Shan Ming's powers were infuenced by the Gu Zhuangs (Old time time framed chinese dramas)...
Shan Ming Chu was one of the most highly recognized martial artists in Zhong, until he ended up on the run because of the rough time he had during the second Devourer War. Instead of wearing fine robes and welding expensive swords, he now wears light, dry robes and welds unexpensive, practical swords. And who would know that He Xi Ye, Commander of the YingHe army, would end up fighting opposite sides than him later on in life?
Shan Ming stood outside the door of Maddox’s ship, hoping to hijack the vessel that night before Maddox and his new Conquerers free some minor Oathbound Commanders. He heard light footsteps, he pulled out his sword from it’s sheath almost completely silently, getting ready for quick combat.
The man who walked out of the doorway was Maddox himself, holding his ironic morning star in both hands. Shan Ming instantly and silently whipped out his sword and put it against Maddox’s neck. “You think we haven’t known you were here?” laughed Maddox.
“And you don’t think you will be taken to custody tonight?” asked Shan Ming, raising an eyebrow.
“Get him boys!” yelled Maddox. A group of burly looking men surrounded the two.
Shan Ming looked around and did a quick count. “9 people,” he thought. “Is this your whole gang, Maddox?” asked Shan Ming mockingly.
“Hah nope,” said Maddox, “The Oathbound support me and I support them, mutual supportion,” he laughed.
Shan Ming, deciding he couldn’t fight his way out without making a scene, started his plan. He released the sword from its position by Maddox’s neck and used it to fight one of the soldiers surrounding him and broke out of the circle.
He leaped up onto a couple supply crates and jumped up, held onto the edge of the roof and pulled himself up, all within 10 seconds.
“Should we continue with our planning?” asked Maddox, knowing Shan Ming was still there.
“Yes,” said a soldier named Halati from the Hundred Isles. “My original plan was to send a seemingly innocent vessel out there and with the help of your whale, Leetha,” Halati gave a toothy grin and rubbed the tattoo on his forearm, “The vessel could easily catch up.”
“But I changed my plan,” smirked Maddox.
“What is it boss?” asked Halati.
“We are sending the pirates we work with to seize the prisoner ship, but still with the boost of Leetha, and as their payment, it will be all members of the crew on-board.”
“I can’t let the Oathbound escape,” thought Shan Ming. “But I can give an anonymous tip…,” he smirked. He leaped across a couple rooftops, in-search of an unprepared Zhongese government official…
As he gracefully leaped across a particularly wide rooftop, he suddenly felt his chin rammed into something hard, and then he was falling, his arm suddenly shot upwards, out of instinct and gripped onto the ledge of the rooftop. His arms burned, and while he hauled himself up, a loud Zhongese voice shouted,
“Aren’t you the man we have been after for two years now?”. “Yes, but excuse me sir, I really need to borrow your clothes,” Shan Ming leaped down to the man, and gave him a light kick on the head to knock him unconscious.”
“You can’t do tha—,” the slightly older man fainted.
“I really appreciate it,” laughed Shan Ming, his voice trailing off across the night as he held the clothes. Shan Ming found a closed restaurant and broke into it to change.
Shan Ming walked out of the bathroom. He heard the shrill cry of an owl, and heavy footsteps. He leaped onto a rooftop to avoid and watch the passerby.
It was a man, wearing light armor and a long black cloak. He had an owl following him by his side. “He is one of the marked, but why is he here?” thought Shan Ming, “He isn’t wear the official Zhongese Armor, but more like the armor of…,” Shan Ming struggled to remember, “of the Ying He army!”
“So that means that he probably got fired or punished and got kicked of of the army, and that means he offended Xi Ye, my disciple at some point,” realized Shan Ming. He followed the man and the bird on the rooftops, before getting a burst of speed when he released Xin Xin, his small red fox. He leaped down as quiet as can be in front of the pair.
“Are you part of the Ying He army?” asked Shan Ming. “I-I-I used to b-b-be,” the nervous man stammered, “Until Commander Xi Ye realized I was a Greencloak spy.” “Well, fun fact, Xi Ye was my former disciple at some point. I have a boat docked at Xin Kao Dai, it has a reddish brown hull and a couple brown bags of food. Then get to Greenhaven from there,” said Shan Ming.
“Take these gold coins for any stops at port cities,” Shan Ming handed him a couple golden coins, and the Greencloak bowed down to him. “No, I cannot accept this, you are already giving me so much,” the man said humbly. “Take it, I am on the run as you probably know, and many others have helped me when I needed it, so take it!” Shan Ming said.
"I only have one request though," Shan Ming said stoidly, "When you get to Greenhaven tell them that I will assist the Four Fallen and their Partners in catching the Oathbound whenever I can."
The Greencloak bowed to him again before stuffing the coins inside his pocket and running off into the night. “Now, time to meet my old disciple, let me see how he’s doing,” smirked Shan Ming.
Two hours later…
Shan Ming who was making steady progress through Zhong, saw the Ying He, He Xi Ye’s army’s fortress looming in the distance.
“Wow, I have to get through all of Xi Ye’s defenses, and knowing him, that won’t be easy…” he thought.
Shan Ming took his sword out of his scabbard and held it out in front of him as he made his way towards the formidable-looking fortress.
Another two hours later…
Shan Ming ducked into an alleyway, as the Ying He army’s regular night patrol soldiers walked right by. “This nut will be tough to crack,” thought Shan Ming.
He ran and jumped the wall after the soldiers were to far to notice, or do anything quickly about it, and went off running, until he was surrounded by dozens of Ying He army soldiers wielding spears and archers that had an arrow nocked, ready to fire at any given moment.
Shan Ming slowly raised his arms up, “I am Chu Shan Ming, the teacher of your leader, He Xi Ye.” The ferious-looking soldiers ignored him. He held up the jade badge the Emperor of Zhong, or Empress in Song’s case, that meant he had full control over all of Zhong’s armies, but not private ones like the Ying He army.
But that still didn’t help, it just led to the captain of the soldiers becoming more annoyed and fustrated. “Enough of this! Capture him and take him to High Commander!” The captain shouted.
“Well that won’t happen,” mumbled Shan Ming, unsheathing his sword. He leaped up into the air, and landed back on it with his sword stuck into the ground, and he directed his intense energy into a wave-like radius, and the soldiers around him fell like ants before an earthquake.
He leaped into the air and using his special martial art he developed while in exile, which uses the inner energy you have to give you extra power, propelled himself and he landed on a rooftop within the fortress, which he assumed to be the roof of… one of the barracks?
He saw the archers, ready to fire their second volley, whose first volley he seemed to magically miss,