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I think that’s enough people to begin moving forward again. I’ll have a post up later this week moving us to the next scene.

The Spirits Within/Aeon

Hey guys.

I've been meaning to make a post, but I've been sick for the past few days and still ill, so I don't have the mental energy to write a post since it usually takes me hours to write one.

Once I'm feeling better. I'll pump one out.

Cheers!

@Aeolian

Dr. Isolde would never.

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very much still interested! just trying to find the time to post.

@Eleven

Yeah no worries! Just checking interest still

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Hey all, not sure what the status of this RP will be going forward. I can take a headcount of those still interested in moving forward with this and go from there. Understandable if some or all of you don’t want to continue, just figured I’d say something.

O R I F L A M M E

Ulfhild Ulven

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Interacting with: Self @Salsa Verde
Opportunity: Eskand-aligned Players – Meeting up with Ulfhild in the advancement of the horde, on the rear of Thorunn Silverhair. Possibly looking for hostages to take as spoils of war.

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Event: Siege of Relouse Location: Parrench Camps

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It was over as quick as it began. The man from Parrench, rugged in appearance and grizzly in combat had met his match. Perhaps this is how Eleanor felt when she smacked Ulfhild down. Except there was no kindness from her, her blood still ran hot from the previous battle. It did make her contemplate however, just how quickly the twist of fate could be spread to someone else like some airborne infection. He sprung her trap and had gotten lost in his arrogance or rush to assist in taking down the nashorn. Either way her arrows pierced the horse and the man bringing both down to a tumultuous end, that was if he had not received medical attention by the end of this godforsaken battle. The murder of a steed was never an easy one, but if their God was anything like hers, he would see the horse in the next life. “You fought well” she said aloud, most likely not near enough for the man to hear her high praise.

Alas, she could not dawdle any longer for she had to reach Olaf in his match against his opponent. As one of the Aeresvaktr, she knew he could hold his own, after all they were the stuff of legends. Bow in hand she sprinted up the hill leading further into the carnage. The sky swelled and looking up she could see a massive mushroom cloud releasing a shockwave that turned to a gale which threatened to knock her on her ass. Getting her legs set once more she summited the hill and glanced down at the cause of the sea of water below. A massive man quite heftily built, clad in armor and adjacent to him Olaf, neither moving. Ulfhild feared the worst and ran down the hill only for it to turn slick with mud from the terrain change. Impede her not, for she slid all the way down until she was meters away from the two.

“Olaf! Olaf!”

She howled into the wind. Arriving at his corpse her knees buckled and she fell down to his side. Tears felt hot on her skin as they rolled down in streams across her face. She enveloped his lifeless hand in her and help it up. “No, no, no. We should have stayed together you stubborn mule. You needed the healing more than I” but her words fell on deaf ears knowing the old shaman was already at the table with the visitor and the friends he had outlived. Crossing his arms together across his chest with his weapon in hand she would leave him until he could be buried later. Her tears stopped, her hands balling into fists now. She stood up and ran over to the giant who had been unconscious after what seemed to have been devastating blows dealt from Olaf. She knew he would not go down so easily, it was now on her to finish what he started. Like a rabid wolf she bore her fangs in anger, kicking the lump of a man over, assisted by force magic of course, and drew her blade to his throat.

That’s when she heard Eleanor’s voice in her head telling her to yield. Her hands hesitated in that moment, refusing to plunge the sword into the mans throat. There was no honor in killing a man unable to fight back. Just as Eleanor had spared her life she would honor the same with this man. Much to her disdain she tried and tried again to push past it and steal the life from him for what he had done. Yet time and time again her hands trembled and remained frozen. With a curse and a spat she jerked her head away and sheathed her blade. The best she could do was warn the unconscious man, “You’ll see me again, I’ll make sure of it, Parrench dog.”

Looking around she knew not where Hildr had run off to. Probably given chase to that knight she had history with. It had been quite the minute since the two of them had met over something other than battle and it felt that it would be another minute before the two were able to meet again. Instead, Ulfhild decided to follow the flood of Eskandr forces storming the rest of the battlefield in what seemed to be turning in their favor. A loud cry and upheaval of power could be heard and felt by Ulfhild. Her ears as sensitive as ever lent her the direction in which it had transpired. Breaking from the herd she chased down the source of the cry and was graced with the vision of Thorunn Silverhair in all her might. Like a small child watching their heroes before them, she reverted into a girl of yore and watched her hero ravage the Parrench forces. Unbelievable that she was able to withstand the force of three opponents and crush them without so much a sweat. Surely she could best the Queen. Someday Ulfhild hoped she would reach her level.

Dolls they were, swallowed up by the force of Thorunn and tossed about like playthings with no weight. There was only one left standing in her way, but soon he would be another in the pile of corpses. That was until she was engulfed in a box of darkness. This time there was no battle cry just a cry of fear and anxiety. The three made their escape while Thorunn crushed the earth beneath her. Ulfhild rose to help her but quickly stopped knowing in her thrashing, Ulfhild would only be a hindrance and lose her life. Acting as though she had not witnessed Thorunn in the thralls of despair, she waited, and then joined her fearless leader and their advance onto Parrench grounds.

The Spirits Within/Aeon

@Prisk

Damn just @ me.

The Spirits Within/Aeon

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_{FLASHBACK 《》 FARHAVEN-CEC [Train] 《》 Prelude - 08:00 AM 《》 @Prisk@DeadDrop@Archangel89}

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Disappointed, was one word that described how Eun-Ji felt in that moment. She let out a small sigh, but overall she wasn’t completely devastated that Emilia didn’t know much about Belladonna. After all, Eun-Ji literally knew zero of the people she had encountered on the train just now and they all hailed from different divisions. Her eyes perked up to the new found salutation, ”The third division ey? This the first time I’ve encountered any division since long division in elementary school.” with a cocking of one eyebrow the thought made her smile. She raised her glass to meet the others and the classic ‘clink’ of glass echoed through the empty halls of the train. “To the third division!” She cheered before rocketing the liquid to the back of her throat and immediately pouring another glass to sip on. Impressed at Emilia’s proclivity to the liquid spirits warmed her heart, of course maybe that was just the alcohol making her body hot. Either way she poured Emilia another at her behest, “It’s also a drink you can sip if you’re into that.” Her advice was cut short when the appearance of sprites and a shimmer of blue and white light appeared around Emilia, something out of a fairy tale if one wasn’t familiar with spirits. The liquid in Eun-Ji’s mouth had fermented for a bit before she sucked it down to clear her mouth for the amazement unfolding before her. The shimmer manifested into a bird, a songbird given the size, playful in nature having flown around Eun-Ji a few times. An audible drawn out wow was heard escaping Eun-Ji’s mouth with her English breaking into her thick native Goryeon accent. “She’s beautiful! No need to apologize. I’m not just friends with flora, I do like the company of fauna too. So what’s her name?” Eun-Ji asked taking another swig. That of course was interrupted by some self proclaimed speed god. Their title stolen by Emilia’s ability to not mince words. Eun-ji had planned to show her own spirits, but with the arrival of the new member she decided against it. “Park. Eun-Ji, pleasure you meet you. Drink?” With that the crew began their final descent into UDF HQ. FLASHBACK - DAY 1 《》 UDF: CETRA EAST COMMAND [Surface] 《》 06:45 AM 《》 @Prisk@Aeolian Amanita saw the royalty in question pass over them with poise and grace, she was as grandiose as she was made out to be in that briefing. The world of royalty and hierarchy was lost on her, granted having been raised on a farm out of touch with reality until adulthood would do that to you. The closest thing she would get to that level of elegance was her research and of course her own stylized fashion. The gentle squeeze of Emilia’s persons showed they had history, it seemed as though Emilia had history with just about everyone, the troubles of being the face of UDF she guessed. Anyways, her fashion, yes that was her mark and it just so happened to be pointed out by Emilia. “Oh this old thing?” The pitch in her voice elevating and her wrist snapping with a hand swatting down, “Please, this was a charity case compared to what they stuck us with. Did they really think we would like wearing these ugly old things without letting us redesign it? As if" letting out a soft scoff, "I could touch yours up if you’d like, I just need your measurements” she hinted, framing Emilia in between a box created with both index fingers and thumbs. It wouldn’t be Eun-Ji if she had not been interrupted by several figures, this one in particular, the man only referred to as Zephyr. Amanita didn’t hate anyone, but he was certainly rising through the ranks of her disdain. He presented too loud and abrasive to her for some one stationed in the intelligence division or lack there of. That was a bit harsh and judgmental but he did seem to have an inability to read the room as present in the briefing where he burst out in a fit of laughter that sent daggers in his direction. The audacity did leave her a bit perplexed even if Emilia was a better sport than she, knowing his commentary was nothing more than a jest. And she did in fact play it off well, even if there was an air of annoyance at first. They traveled down the halls and split off one by one to their rooms to prep their gear for the mission, the armory wasn’t needed for her since she kept all her gear with her. Personal preference or paranoia? Who knew. But before she could make her way inside she was cut off by none other than her esteemed peer, Mrs. Belladonna. She was quick and direct, her voice, mannerisms, and pitch all hinted at a motherly tone inviting her to the world of science as if it were her first time with a warmness only someone with a child could know. It was almost too believable to be true, what with the two lackeys that served more as henchmen behind her and the certain ‘rumors’ she heard about Isolde in the news. The bow was a little much, but she appreciated the nudge to the culture regardless. Bowing in return she brushed her hair out of her face, “It is so good to finally meet your acquaintance. It felt like I was going crazy asking everyone here if they knew you. Apparently you’re harder to reach or experience than the tabloids let on. I don’t mean to sound like a stalker or a fan-girl or anything” she droned on a bit. So the two henchmen had names and positions, neat. “Who’s guarding who?” She asked playfully sounding like an owl with all The Who’s who. Still, to think she needed a bodyguard did throw her for a loop. Her offer of guidance and advice was kind, but also played into Amanita’s hand of wanting to be underestimated so the shock was greater in the end. “Oh yes I would appreciate that. I’ve been meaning to just cut down to brass tax and talk of research and findings in regard to a cure to this ailment. From there I’m sure you can get a better feel of what my field experience has taught me” she acquiesced. Just as fast as the two shadows appeared they disappeared in the same breath. It seemed Isolde wanted to become more intimate with Eun-Ji and needed to discuss matters of higher order in privacy away from prying eyes. To say she was forceful was an understatement, even the looping of arms surprised her. “Oh yes I would definitely ride with you in the carrier, I even brought my files with me” there was no immediate response, instead a lull in speech before she continued. “Thank you for the high praise, I’m not sure what to say really. I do think it might have been inevitable for us to meet, being the only two ResDiv Aeons only hastened our meeting. I do think a cure is in our future if we could work together.” They arrived at her carrier to once again be met by her guard and assistant. The bondage of her arm was switched with a cupped hand instead. “Once we clear out the abominations we should have ample room to set up the portable station. I’m sure we will get a lot done, but I also want to use my brains and brawn. Can’t let these spirits go to waste.” As much as she wanted to find a cure the excitement building inside her wanted more than anything to experience the taste of real combat. No training dummy’s, no sparing with others, none of the training wheel exercises she was met with. “Of course, I’ll reply without delay. Until then I have to get ready” she left with a gentle bow, a conversation she would have to process at a later time. The terms of their meeting were less than ideal. Once inside her personal chambers, she strapped a band housing several sharp knives around both thighs descending down to her calf. Those paired with some on her biceps, those being smaller so not to get in the way of her mobility. Almost like a belt she wrapped the sheathe of her waist blade ensuring it tight and fixed. The blade rested on her cot showing her reflection in the pristine blade. Her black hair would not do, her nickname was Amanita for a reason right? Lifting up her sleeves to expose her arms, she shook her arms a bit. Almost as if she were waking a hive of bees or ants, little fungal spirits climbed out of her honeycomb pores. They gathered in her cupped hands confirming they were ready. Her hands met her head turning the roots and color of her hair a deep red. Like a waterfall she tilted her head back and let her hands run through the rest of her hair, allowing the red to spread all the way to the ends of her hair. Cocking her head back into place she looked at the blade with a seductive smirk, “Much better” she said grabbing the blade, spinning it around her wrist by the handle before bouncing it into her sheathe. Her last accessory was her compact SMG she slung over her shoulder. “Now, where were we? Right the helicopter”. She found herself into the corridors once more where soldiers were bustling past her in a rush. She couldn’t be assed to rush herself and took a leisurely stroll to the helicopter, picking up extras on the way like the surprisingly compact choker-like -communication device that paired well with her redesigned outfit. On her way out there was no sign of Isolde, she must have had already made her stage left exit. No matter, they would reconvene once boots were on the ground. This worked out better for her, knowing she would be able to drop with the rest of the wardogs in her unit, or should she say warwolves. Amanita boarded the helicopter and took her seat amidst the rest of the Aeons. DAY 1 《》 STEELWATER [Landing] 《》 10:00 AM 《》 @Prisk@Rockette@Archangel89 Announcement of the ETA had awoken her from her peaceful sleep. It would have been a mystery to anyone there how one could sleep so soundly on the heels of a mission so contingent on success with a high chance of failure. Despite that, Amanita stretched out and glared out the chopper door to see one thing. Steelwater. The sight was a spectacle to behold, the antithesis of the lush and vibrant greenery she was used to. The mountains and their peaks were replaced by skyscrapers and buildings devoid of color, replaced by soot and ash from the fires engulfing them in hopes to swallow them whole. It was more like the city center in the capital of Goryeo, Wansanju, but broken and disheveled. The streets were littered with the detritus of war. Lights were barely seen from the outskirts, plausibly because the power was redistributed to what was left of the city only keeping the necessities working. Perhaps Amanita was too ambitious in her pursuit to leave the safe haven that was provided to her in her eagerness to face the world, but would her ignorance truly been bliss if people still had to suffer like this? The World Eaters Battalion had certainly deserved their name from what she saw of the carnage below, the Aeons would have their work cut out for them. Slipping off the straps and the buckle of her seat she stood up with closed eyes. Muscles in her neck loosened at the rolling of her head, her spine popped in multiple locations, next were knuckles all the way down to her fingers. A few more stretches and she was more than limber enough to go. She probably looked a fool to her other peers but she did not care. She had her own rituals for herself and had she not been the caliber of Aeon they were looking for she wouldn’t have been on that helicarrier anyways. Garuda and Leviathan both made their entrance followed by the ever personable Zephyr. Surely Isolde would have touched down and made her way into the dome. That just left her and a few others on board, she would not be last or outdone by her predecessors. She took a running start to the edge of the jump off point and launched herself out of the aircraft. Her arms were outstretched and then forced down to her sides allowing Eun-Ji to increase her terminal velocity. She curled into a ball until the floor was to her back, she would have liked the view of the sky had it not been covered by a sea of noxious fumes and smoke. A cloud of spores would shoot out from her body underneath her serving as a counter current force to slow her down and entered orbit like a rouge space ship landing on an unknown planet. She wanted to reach out to the sky, reminiscent of when she laid in the valley of grass outside her home, the moment vanished when she was turned upright when her boots touched the ground. The scene was just as ugly as it was from the top, infected everywhere. Those that evolved beyond the initial scope of the infection, large monstrous husks in never ending droves indulging in their mindless self. Amanita glanced over at the portable station and heard the lingering voice of Isolde in her head. She was stuck between deciding to stay on the war front or help those in need in the pod. Hesitation was defeat and so she turned to the stigmas before her and drew her knives between each nook of her fingers. Dispatch and collect samples was her plan, two birds with one stone. The first of the stigma were a bunch of tree like creatures, nothing too large or sinister, a good entry into combat for the green girl, no pun intended. She had her fair share of dendrology courses in uni so she knew that once the nutrients from the xylem and phloem were destroyed the tree would die. Either that or succumbed to disease from fungus or the like. The latter would take too long so she went with the former. Like a tenured physician she aimed each of the blades into what she interpreted would be their weak points. The blades themselves were covered in a shallow layer of spores that would ignite once they hit their target. The husks were punctured and then set ablaze, quickly dispatching them in small droves. The feeling was freeing to say the least, there was this weird cathartic release she hadn’t expected, perhaps because they weren’t human. Or maybe having been the perfect scholar trapped inside all day drained her. All she knew is she wanted more. If they could set up a perimeter around the research station she could make her way back and help Isolde and the rest of them could rest and set up point before they delved deeper in search of Bahamut. Zephyr shouted to Garuda and the others that something felt too easy about their assault, while that may have been true, she welcomed a sudden twist of fate. “I kind of like those odds” she said pressing her choker. __ Post Summary Amanita finished her conversation with Emilia, granted she was swarmed by the slew of Aeons ham-fisted together into this Third Division. She instead was greeted by Belladonna and persuaded to rely on her and aid in the search for a cure to end the infection and wipe away the stigma. With some slight reservations, Amanita agrees, but not before getting ready. This including the changing of her hair color to a red to mimic that of the mushroom cap she gets her moniker from. Once they were above LZ, she proceeded to drop into the fray alongside her other Aeon peers to set up a defensive measure against the infected on the scene. she hopes to set up a perimeter so the team can set up camp and Amanita can help Isolde in the portable research station. L O R E Wansan-gu (완산구) is the country capital of Goryeo, famous for their technologically advanced infrastructure and society.

The Spirits Within/Aeon

@Prisk

Damn girl they looking clean

Jianghu: Age After War

Shui Shan

_{“Roots exist in all of us. Some are weak, others strong.”}

_______________________________________________ // INFO P E R S O N A L D E T A I L S Name - Song Shi Titles - Shui Shan (水杉) Dawn Redwood Age - 23 Rank - First Class Allegiance - 茶花財團 | Camellia Consortium -

Appearance The most notable feature that stands out for Song isn’t her beauty or her grace but her silent disposition. This is mostly seen in the nature of her constantly keeping her eyes closed. Some interpret her to be blind while others think she has a condition that prevents her from looking at the sun. Of course, neither are true, and Song just prefers to see the world through her touch and the actions of others before passing judgment on a visual basis. With her heightened senses, it’s easier to walk around the world electively and essentially blind. However, this doesn’t mean she cannot see. There are times, albeit rare ones, where she will gaze upon others. Perhaps when she’s in the presence of those higher than her in rank, when facing opposition, or flooded with emotions she cannot seem to contain. Her iris’s are a fierce green that rival the evergreen surrounding the forests and flora. Her hair is very light and wispy, constantly on the verge of crashing down if not for her head piece. The color is reminiscent to an immature chestnut but appearing to fade to a lighter grey. She has a distinct red pattern starting from the eye ducts and encircling the eyes underneath across the bridge of her nose. No one knows what these markings mean, but again no one dare ask. Besides her heavenly regalia there’s not much to her. Her height is an average 167 cm accompanied by 63 kg of mass. Not an ounce of that is wasted on fat however. Knowing the art of acupuncture with intimate knowledge of health and the way muscles and the body react she keeps her body a well composed and curated temple. To complete her looks is a Jian she carries somewhere under her persons. Personality Like her art, Song is direct in her actions and words. She doesn’t feel the need to mince words or fill her sentences with contradictions that go against her teachings and own governance. She sees the world as a revolving door of qi and tries to emulate that direct flow mirrored in her actions and morales. Dancing around the issue, which at first was her speciality, seems to disrupt the flow and cause a multitude of chain reactions which are most unsavory. Hesitation is defeat. And so while her outward appearance is a gentle resonance with a mild manor and a softness to her movement and actions, she is still as forceful and direct as a flowing stream of water with no stopping. Like water, she can navigate obstacles and take shape to move past whatever is hindering her path. This doesn’t change when faced with an opponent or some kind of adversity. While she is direct, she is still a herald in compassion, teaching, and overall human interaction. Song wasn’t always like this. Her warm but silent aura was very diminished and opaque when she first started working. The ideal courtesan was someone who was docile, quite, and catered to the curt and aggressive customers they dealed with. This meant that Song was very passive and suffered from the inability to make up her mind or voice her actual concerns without forming an incoherent broken sentence. It wasn’t until she learned the arts of Jianghu that she was able to molt from that husk of her personality. History Song had a relatively easy life. Like most of the people who occupied her country, she was raised in a poor household. Not to the extremes where they were severely emaciated and had to reside themselves to anything that moved or fruited during specific seasons. It was far to say the were hovering the line between poverty and being invited to participate in society. This was mostly from the money gained by her mother. During the era of peace between the factions of Jianghu there was no necessity to fight and so the soldiers, martial artists, and the others of the same ilk found themselves idle and with time on hand. Having nothing in the way of entertainment outside of food and drink, saw the meteoric rise of the two mixed together with the newest flavor of 歌女. They go by many sobriquets, Sing-song girls, flower girls, courtesans what have you. While not exactly prostitutes, they were still a form of entertainer and sometimes concubines for wealthy men. Song was unsure of how or who trained her mother from an early age to be a Flower girl, but she excelled at it. She was proficient in instruments, singing, dancing, many a things except for being a ‘lover’. Of her peers she was considered a Shuyu (story teller) and was of the highest class of performer within the ranks. Eventually she saw her own rise and was able to secure a position as the mother or owner of her own establishment. She watched over many girls who had similar troubles as she. Around this time she met Song’s father. His life before her was and still is shrouded in much secrecy. Some speculate he was part of Wilted lotus and was a foreigner while others imagine he was just a nobody coming to pillage their lands. Either way they met and became married. Her father was injured, to the point he was unable to work due to his circumstances. This left her mother to be the bread winner and keep them and Song afloat. Eventually time would pass and Song herself would grow into a refined beauty almost like jade forged in the mountains. It could have been the mixture of genes from two different countries, but who could really say. Like her mother she would follow in her footsteps as being a flower girl. Yet instead of taking the name of a flower she chose a tree instead. She named herself after the native tree Shui Shan or Dawn Redwood. A tree though to be extinct but symbolizes wellness, safety, longevity, wisdom, and communication. The other girls simply saw this as arrogance or a desperate attempt to stand out and take business away seeing as she was the headmistresses kin. Regardless she worked her way up the ranks in a similar fashion as her mother. Expanding her roots and branches until she blossomed into the radiant tree she was named after. While she did enjoy working and providing for her family, the desire to be a flower girl began to waver. Her experiences with male patrons and that of her mothers left an unsettling taste in her mouth. She was starting to believe all men were beasts and only thought of war and drink. That was until she met him. A member of the Kongdong Pai (空洞派) clan who stopped by and requested her. He was gentle and compassionate without a farce. He had explained that a Great War was starting to take place that would shatter the peace. He was so intoxicated by her acrobatic abilities and intricate dances he proposed that he teach her a similar kind of dance. One that used your fingers to dance, but not on the ground, instead, a human body. In their time together he would constantly arrive at the 茶花財團 Camellia Consortium, the establishment her mom had created and housed her girls in. They would share stories, although she had few in comparison, tea, and Jianghu. She didn’t know it was Jianghu at first, but the way Yide could explore the human body and relieve its ailments was incredible. This was when she became a practitioner of acupuncture and pressure point martial arts (Kyusho Jitsu). After a few months she could run her fingers along bodies with her eyes closed and find the ailment, exorcise it, healing the person within. Her final test being that of her father, who she was able to remove the disease plaguing him from walking once more. It was after that the two fell in love and were set to become married. They planned while also practicing martial arts and sword play in addition to the pressure points. Until, Yide was called away to take part in the War a few days before they were to wed. Like all tragic tales this one is no less painful, especially for Song. Yide had died in the war or so she was led to believe. This tragedy crushed her, but instead of reserving herself back into that helpless girl she gave birth to a new tenacity. She would rely on no one else but herself and use the love and tools Yide gave her to find justice and stomp out any remnants of the war that would perpetuate the vicious cycle that’s plaguing her country, even if that meant she take the responsibility on by herself. Other Information Song is ambidextrous in both combat and non-combat instances.

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Cultivation Base

Most of Song’s cultivation is derived from teachings and a basis from Yide and his affiliation with the Kongdong Pai (空洞派) Clan. Song is able to use the spiritual ability shared with herself of the Kongdong Pai (空洞派) Clan to create qi. The way Song’s qi manifests in no elements outside the marriage of Yin and Yang. Int this she’s manipulate her qi and the use of pressure points to create a ‘supernatural’ healing effect. Meaning she can heal cuts, wounds, broken bones, damage inflicted by other more advanced cultivation techniques from other practitioners and the such. It can also augment and endow people with enhancements or ‘buffs’ in their martial arts whether that means they feel no pain or fully open the pressure points to allow peak strength and movement.

She calls her technique “Heavenly Dance of the Crane and Viper”. The crane symbolizing longevity and life lends itself to her healing applications meanwhile the Viper encapsulates the marital arts and poison qi application. Like the viper she can create a venom within her body by molding the qi within and around her. This venom poses no threat to her but simply sits within her until she can inject it via pressure points into someone else. The poison once it takes root, will travel and block pressure points and act in the same way snake venom does when coursing through the human body. While she does have poison she forms with qi the poison is always different in assemblage like a cone snail. Not any one poison she injects is the same as the one before, thus creating no antidote.

She does not need to form the poison through her qi it is simply the most efficient way. Using herbal concoctions and coating them on her finger is another application that is more natural than spiritual with lesser effects and easier defense. Song also knows the 20 pressure points that compromise a majority of the teachings.

Body Enhancements

• Enhanced Senses - The only senses really enhanced here are her sense of touch and sound. Sound mostly to aid in her ability to perceive the world outside of sight and touch which she’s honed through her skill of acupuncture and affinity for physical prowess.

• Acrobatic Expert - From her time as a Flower girl and training in martial arts, Song has been able to elevate her affinity for acrobatics. Meaning she is able to stay perfectly balanced in precarious situations which would normally see others fall. This also allows her to attempt and succeed in a variety of stunts such as rolls and dives. Much like running water she can move in ways that the human body shouldn’t be able to exist at.

Techniques

• Viper Sting - Song can mold and create a poison through the manifestation of negative qi. Once created she can inject eh qi through the utilization of pressure points to inject the opponent. The poison will block pressure points, paralyze parts of the body in which struck, and increase intensity of pain felt from subsequent attacks.

• Needle - Rather than using a needle like a regular acupuncturist, Song can accumulate qi into the tips of her fingers to create a needle-like aura around the tips of her fingers to emulate and mimic a real needle.

• Crane’s Roost - Similar to how a crane will roost to keep body temperature at equilibrium by switching feet. Song will heal herself through acupuncture to revert herself to a state in which she is at peak performance.

Equipment

• Standard Jian - Nothing really special just a normal sword.

Jianghu: Age After War

Golden River Inn

Song Shi

A ceramic plate of antiquity was the only thing that could be seen. Not circular, but instead had round edges, four to be exact. The shape of a flower and lacquered on the edges and petal were floral designs etched with golden flakes. The plate was rather intricate and seemed quite expensive, but in reality it was just handed down to her. The plate was met with a cup that matched perfectly with the plate in design and pattern. Inside of it was a light green liquid, tea by the looks of it. The steam had all but left and there was maybe a sips worth left with a few minuscule chunks of dark green powder at the bottom. What was important was the hand attached to the cup, gentle and soft in appearance and grasp. Song Shi had been enjoying her morning tea in her chair waiting for her session to be over. Incense burners had littered the room and the distinct smell wafted through the air along with the smoke it produced.

Her internal clock trembled as it was time for her to finish what she started. Rising from her chair she turned to face her patient who was decorated head to toe with needles. The needles were placed precariously eliciting no pain nor harm despite’s several being in orifices that would scare away the average novice. Like a machine she plucked every single one of the needles out of the human pin cushion with poise and grace. The last needle awoke the man lying before her in nothing but a towel, in a euphoric groan.

“I trust everything went well then?”

“Yes Shui Shan, I feel 20 years younger. Maybe if that were the case I would surely be one of your many suitors.”

While she was used to the compliments and shallow attempts at flirting from her patients she still detested it somewhat.

“Oh that’s kind of you, but I’m sure your wife was prettier than me at my age.”

With that the man’s demeanor shifted quite immediately. He placed his clothing back on and left the approximate sum on the table. “I look forward to our next appointment.”

Song shi nodded, eyes still shut, hearing the door close before her. She spent the next few minutes cleaning her station and closing down her tools and table her patients lied on. She left her clinic and walked the streets of Xincai, feeling and sensing all kind of people in this crowded street. Laughter, anger, the sound of youth stealing produce. Even the sound of scrolls falling with shuffling and a hint of sadness following it. Her eyebrows furrowed in response. Before she could walk over she heard another already on the scene to help. Comfortable in knowing whoever dropped their items was being helped allowed her to press on to the Golden River inn.

The board inside had many a mission, sometimes even those that led her to unscrupulous people left over from the war. That was her main get, but it was very far and few between. Upon entering she would have made her normal stride to the board if it were not for the soft sounds of melodic notes touching upon her ears. This soothing falsetto tempted her away from her mission and had her walk to the front of the stage. She stood silently taking in every aspect of the somber and sorrow filled story, until it was over.

“What beauty you play despite being so full of sadness. What do you call this one?”