Fei Lak's Audience Hall - Shanggu

[Phailak]

Lak rose to greet the warrior.

"Ha! Am I ever so glad to see you have returned, surely it is a good omen for the people of Yan!!!"


OOC: Xian Long Rui Joins Fei Lak's forces, you know where to post your stuff, welcome back

[Mikal]

Khan entered the city, surprised at the speed which he had received a letter. To be honest, it had taken more time for him to read and understand the almost alien letters then it did for him to travel the short distance from the northern border to the city.

He walked calmly through the streets, taking in the sights and sounds, familiar, yet so different from that which he was raised on. Eventually, he arrived at the administration building, where the people said their lord ruled. Looking over the guards, he simply handed them a letter, waiting for their reply. His armor, still covered by his wolf cape, gleamed softly.

[Phailak]

The guards did their best to not stare openly at what seemed to be a barbarian warrior. The one with the letter nodded.

"You'll have to leave your weapons here and we'll need to make a quick search to ensure our Lord's safe being. If you agree, you may see Lord Fei immediately after."

The guard wondered at the man's armour that seemed well forged and of high quality while the rest of him seemed poor, but he shrugged, who was he to question his Lord's intentions.

[Mikal]

The guards did their best to not stare openly at what seemed to be a barbarian warrior. The one with the letter nodded.

"You'll have to leave your weapons here and we'll need to make a quick search to ensure our Lord's safe being. If you agree, you may see Lord Fei immediately after."

The guard wondered at the man's armour that seemed well forged and of high quality while the rest of him seemed poor, but he shrugged, who was he to question his Lord's intentions.

Khan responded in almost classical Chinese. While the words themselves were perfect, sometimes he would intone them strangely, or even incorrectly, almost as if he had learned the language from a book rather then from speaking it all his life.

Further reinforcing the strangeness was his accent itself. Fit for a different type of phoentics, it was shorted, more clipped then that of a person born within the Empire.

"That is fine. I carry only my sword, and my armor.
He pulls back his cape, revealing the armor in its full majesty, gleaming almost golden and silver in the winter light. The armor, while well made, is of a design not seen by many in the empire, with long leg and arm protection. On his hip is a decidely plainer sword, but still well made. It is obvious the blade itself did not come with the armor, as it is decidely of Imperial make.

He unstraps the blade and sheath, handing both to a guard, and remains silent as they begin their search.

[Phailak]

The guards admire the craftmenship and alien design while they escort their Lord's guest inside afert a quick distracted search. They enter through the double doors to a man of average build and in his mid thirties.

"Welcome to Shanggu warrior, are you the famed Master Zhao my officers keep talking about?"

Lak rose and inclined his head.

"I am Fei Lak of Yan. I am glad you have decided to visit, I believe we might have much to discuss."

[Mikal]

Khan went to one knee, head bowed.

"As you say Noble Lord. I am but a humble traveler, born to those of this Empire, but from far away. Long have I heard of the wonders of the Empire... but it seems that the times have become chaotic. Lord fighting lord for supremacy."

Keeping his head bowed, he continued.

"Upon arriving here, my horse was killed by bandits, and if I were a lesser man, so would I have been. I was surprised to even see such bandits being allowed. Order must be restored to the Empire which my parents filled my head with dreams of, an Empire where I would be a free man."

[Phailak]

Lak nodded at the man's words, an outsider then, born within these lands.

"It seems you have been gone a long time. Yes our lands need to be purged of an unfortunate corruption that has seeped through the core of its foundation. We in Yan believe it is our duty to spread our own ideals and influence as much as we can."

Lak considered the man before him.

"I once knew of a man that exeburated power like you do, he was my personal champion and friend, Liang Feng. He died unavenged in the streets of Shanggu at the hands of some foul demon."

"I need a man such as yourself to help protect my hall, train my men and champion some of our causes. We have many great warriors in our ranks, they would be proud to call you brother. What say you?"

[Mikal]

"After spending my life as a slave warrior for the western barbarians, the ......." he uses a word not of the chinese language, but a gutteral one, sounding almost like a person being sick.
"...Then yes, I would be honored to protect you with my blade and my power. Tell me, what happened to the land of my ancestors? Why is it in such chaos now?"

[Phailak]

Lak shrugged.

"It is difficult to pin point when everything started to go badly, perhaps those young ones that were handed the reigns of power did not know the meaning of a struggle and became lax. Maybe it is more due to lazyness or greed. As it stands, Lords are rebelling everywhere and factions of great power are forming, some can even probably match the imperial forces right now. It is a scary time, one of chaos. We must rise from it and secure the future."

OOC: Assuming you join, post your officer info here: http://www.simwarlords.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=1869, PH access forthcoming

[Xushou]

A small envoy arrived at the gates of Shanggu's administration building. They carry with them a large bamboo box atop a platform with poles for each to carry. When they arrive at the gate, they set the platform down and one of the men steps forward and salutes the guards.

"The lord prefect of Xiangguo wishes to present this gift as a sign of his friendship with the lord of Yan," states the man rather plainly.