Thread: A Song Girl and A Mighty Warrior. [Xanaphia & Sugo ]

The Story of Lu Bu, his role in tyranny, fall to faux humility and rise to power. Dong Zhuo was a name that was known across Han Dynasty. He was a politician, and unfortunately like a lot of politicians - he was a tyrant. A tyrannical leader who would burn cities to the ground in purpose of furthering his name and his renown. It was successful, since the year 189 he had been the Grand Councilor the highest position in the Imperial Chinese Government. His found power didn't change him however, he didn't grow humble with his power just more desperate to keep hold of it, to keep hold of what he'd 'earned', rather, what those around him had earned. Dong Zhuo only surrounded himself with the best, it was a sure fire way to assume power. A term that would be coined over a thousand years later of gunboat diplomacy would be a term that could be used to describe the tyrant. Dong Zhuo would go as far as far as fostering the most powerful. Early in the year 190 Lu Bu, the strongest warrior in all the Han Empire had found himself betraying and murdering the minor warlord he served under and defecting to Dong Zhuo's central government. Lu Bu was interested in serving under someone as powerful as Dong Zhuo, rather than leaving himself to fester under the command of a minor warlord. While he wasn't impressed by Dong Zhuo's generals or plans he certainly did find himself happy to be within a force powerful enough to contest any other in the Han Dynasty. It had been a year now, since he'd joined with Dong Zhuo after killing his former mentor, and Dong Zhuo's tyranny had not gone unnoticed in the land of the Han Dynasty. Yaun Shao, one of the major warlords in China had taken a notice to Dong Zhuo's tyranny and monopoly of the central government. Dong Zhuo played the dirty game, the emperor who'd served before Dong had even ascended to the role of Grand Councilor had been deposed and replaced with a puppet, and Yaun Shao wasn't blind, he'd noticed this change in the monarchy and was forming a coalition to deal with Dong Zhuo's iron fist rule over the Han Dynasty. Wang Yun's residence, six months before the death of Dong Zhuo. The sound was distinct int he mostly empty wooden room, the sound of liquid being poured into wooden cups as Wang Yun leaned across the table first to fill Lu Bu's cup with hot steaming herbal tea, before pouring himself a cup and lifting it to his lips. The cup returned to the small wooden table between the two men as Wang perused Lu Bu's appearance. The young man, at least in comparison to Wang, sat with one foot placed on the ground, knee by his face as he looked down at the steaming cup with a look of confusion..? No not quite right, deep thought on his face. Wang did not say anything, he just observed. He was a scholar, a politician if you must. Someone of similar import to Dong Zhuo, Lu Bu's adoptive father, in the Han Dynasty. He'd invited Lu Bu over to his residence this evening to start sowing the seeds of his careful thought out plan to bring down Dong Zhuo and restore some decency to the hierarchy of the Han Dynasty. Moments passed like minutes in the empty silence of the room. Lu Bu sat in a very distinct position, intentional it was so he could spring to his feet at a moments notice should the need occur. In front of him sat the old man who'd called him here. The man was in his fifties, older even than Dong Zhuo. Lu had been here for five minutes now and only pleasantries had been exchanged between the two men. He was getting impatient, the tapping of his foot showed that. What have you called me here for? Lu Bu finally questioned the man looking up from the steaming drink that Wang Yun had offered him. Wang had poured the drink from a single porcelain tea cup and poured himself one too. He'd drunk first, not noticeable to anyone who didn't care but something very important as it was Wang's way of saying 'I'm not trying to poison you.' The reason for the meeting was unknown to Lu Bu, and there was no solid ground for Wang to have even held the meeting in the first place. It was all just a small seed in the field that Wang needed to plant to bring down Dong Zhuo. How does serving under Dong suit you? Master Lu Bu. Wang said looking up at the young man his hands cozy around the warm wooden cup that held his tea. I get to fight. I get to fight men more worthy than any that I did serving under Ding Yuan. Yaun Shao's men are much more of a challenge than anything I faced in Bing Province. Lu Bu clenched his fist on his as he moved his leg from the almost crouched position into a cross legged siting position as he leaned towards Wang Yun. You should know I didn't come here for small talk, I came here to find out what you want and if you're going to play politicking games I have no interest. Lu Bu pushed back against the small table standing up and turning towards the door in the room before Wang lifted a hand and tutted. My apologies Master Lu Bu, I of course do not mean to waste your time. Wang waited until he could see Lu Bu was still interested. Please. Sit. Wang said a slight smirk and smile appearing on his face as Lu Bu turned and moved back to the small cushion he was sat on before, and he sat. I merely wanted to offer you a drink first before we discussed anything of import. Wang reached down and took a drink from his cup once more letting out a relived sigh as he placed the cup back down on the wood. But I see that Tea is not your thing, of course not. Wang bowed his head slightly almost in apology, his acting was good, Lu Bu wouldn't suspect a thing. Wang snapped his fingers giving the command, the command to bring wine, and the command for the most important piece in the plan Wang Yun has conceived to bring down Dong Zhuo, a simple Song Girl he'd raised in his household like a daughter.