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The Yoba Dynasty

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The Yoba Dynasty

Post by Rembrandt » Sun Apr 29, 2018 7:11 am

Deep in the Altai mountains, through mist and stone, lay the compound of General Meng's rebels. General Meng, witch, leader, dragon rider, was peacefully asleep on her uncomfortable cot in her tiny, stone-walled and dimly lit room. She had few possessions; her clothes, her desk, her sword and a necklace for special occasions all resided in the room with her. She used to have many belongings, all extravagant and expensive, but she learned quickly how to live minimally. Many personal effects in the compound were shared; it was common to have one set of clothing and many goods you shared with your neighbor. Meng was lucky having a chamber all to herself, though she refused a bigger space with a rare window. She believed in living simply, and that fact the some young, hardworking soldier was peacefully enjoying the room now often made her smile. She found great joy in giving and often relished her position of power because she was able to do just that.

A hard rapping at her door awoke her from her slumber. A very nervous, juvenile messenger stood her door.

"Yes?", she said sleepily, rubbing her eyes.

"A message from Ling Wu!" he squeaked. Well that woke her up. Meng took the obviously important letter from the nervous messenger and thanked him for his time. There was a red wax seal on envelope, with the royal emblem imprinted in the wax. Reading the message, she paced her room. A habit she developed at the palace when a teacher would tell her to read and balance a book on her head at the same time. Develop balance and concentration they said. She had always been clumsy and they blamed it on her "unbalanced" mother.

Shaking those troubling ideas out of her head, Meng thought of the contents of the report. Someone in the court is aware you're still alive. Act fast or you'll be discovered. That terrified her immensely. Ling was a spy in the Yoba court, posing as a lowly servant who cleaned the rooms of his higher-ups. He'd been in position for a few moons now and had observed many key discoveries that aided the rebels. This was the most dangerous. If someone was aware of her whereabouts, the whole operation could be interrupted. Sure, Meng had been planning a coup for 4 years now, but she still felt she wasn't quite ready. The government had a powerful army that could crush her soldiers in seconds, but the rebels had dragons. Not that her father knew that.

Meng flipped the note over in her hands absentmindedly and suddenly remarked another message. The king is sick...dying...no heir...government planning on taking over...Her heart began racing. Her innocent, weak father was sick and possibly dying? Was he being poisoned? He was so young and had no contact with the outside world, there was no way he could be deathly ill. Not once in her life at the palace had she seen him poorly enough to be considered even mildly serious. The palace doctors were few and far in between because of her father's germophobia. He refused to even touch other people, even his own daughter and wife! He was trusting, however, and never had a poisoner. It was likely he was being killed by his own advisors.

She had to do something. Yes, the government already had corrupted China and ruled through her father, but with him dead and nothing to stop them, who knows what they were capable of? She rushed around her room frantically, her pace turning into almost a jog. She had to go home, and soon. Could she? The rebels could at last storm the palace and finally, take over! Meng's heart felt as if it could burst out her chest, her stomach did flip turns inside her and her mind raced. Then it all came to a standstill. Could she face her father, after all these years? What would he say? Would he be proud?

Meng wasn't sure if she cared.

She seized her blade and quickly called for a meeting with her advisors. She could make this happen.

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Re: The Yoba Dynasty

Post by PurpleShadows » Fri May 11, 2018 5:35 am

Kitty hadn't counted on this. Where was he? Where was that useless good-for-nothing lump of grain? He'd promised her he'd come back. He'd promised. She rocked herself on the futon. The thoughts of what could've happened to him were unbearable. Captured, killed, accused of betrayal and executed by his own? Kitty had never heard of that happening, but the rebels they lived and worked with didn't take betrayal lightly.

When Quinchen finally came through the door she'd been staring at for four hours, she nearly killed him herself.

"WHERE?" She yelled at him. Just one word. One word and the volcanoes erupting in her eyes.

"Leave off, Kitty."

"QUINCHEN!"

He pushed her away from him and stormed out the door. It slammed behind him. He'd been stressed lately and he wouldn't talk to her. She'd tried to forget it and put it down to some girl or another, but she couldn't shake the suspicion he had gotten involved in one of the more dangerous plots the rebels cooked up. The secret ones. The ones you had to be involved with to know about.

There was Quinchen - rebel to the heart. And there was Kitty - still living with some rebels for now. The only thing that would tempt her to become one of them was a dragon. A dragon or something that was never going to happen. Avenging her brother's death. But Kitty wouldn't even register that thought. He was safer than she was, despite his stupid tendencies to get involved in things she begged him not to. He had magic.

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Re: The Yoba Dynasty

Post by LucyHills » Wed May 16, 2018 11:58 am

Ruby put her camp’s fire out and turned to Nushi. The mule had her head down, feeding on some grass and obviously not paying attention to the girl, but she talked to the animal nonetheless.

“Will you let me ride you this time?” she asked, receiving no response. “We are close and you aren’t carrying so much weight anymore. I’m sure you can do it.” she continued, slowly getting closer. She put her hands on Nushi’s back and jumped, but the other moved, leaving her to fall to the ground. Even though she managed to land on her feet, Ruby soon lost her balance and fell.

After getting up and shaking the dirt out of her dress, she sighed and resigned herself to walk. It took a while to make her not-ride start moving, but she eventually did. They traveled at a slow pace, so they only made one stop to rest and eat. Some time after lunch they reached the ruins, at which point Ruby noticed that there were no evident way into the supposed hidden city, just as she feared. She tied Nushi to a tree at what seemed to be a main street and started looking around. The place was like a ghost town, and maybe it was. After all, if some magic users were able to raise the dead, who was to say they couldn’t keep their souls roaming after their deaths? “No, no, no. Stop thinking about it.” she scolded herself, but it did nothing to stop the chills that ran down her spine.

“Hello? Anyone here?” she called again and again, with little hope at the beginning and none at the end. Not long before night time, the girl found her way back to her companion and attempted to start a fire with some sticks. The task proved itself to be harder than it should after so much experience the past few days, and for a brief moment she considered using magic. She wouldn’t so something like this, though. It was too much of a risk to burn her supplies or herself, and that’s assuming she managed not to do something entirely different from fire. Therefore, she sat there for another half an hour until she succeeded, using only sticks and rocks. She used her other clothes as a blanket, mourning their cleanliness as she made herself “comfortable” against a building wall. She wondered if she would have to ration her food soon. Maybe should have learned hunting instead of cooking. Huh. Her father would have gone crazy. At the memory of her family, she felt her throat close. Deciding this was not the time to be lost in thought, she rolled over and shut her eyes. The hard floor didn’t stop her from falling asleep, losing the battle to exhaustion in no time.

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