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Huang Tien

Huang Tien

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"A tree is known by its fruit; a man by his deeds. A good deed is never lost; he who sows courtesy reaps friendship, and he who plants kindness gathers love."
-Saint Basil
This particular story begins in a certain town across the wider world. Where, you ask? Could have been anywhere, and it could also be nowhere, for the the question of where this was involved is less interesting then the question of whom it involved. Indeed, most people usually forgot where this took place, as the story has been told multiple times across the lands. Each times a new outcome was born, as either a friendship is made or mere indifference and melancholy granted to all those involved.

So the story goes as it always goes.

The crazy strange man cladded in yellow wearing a large brimmed straw hat would be seen walking down the road, a an opened palmed hand held vertically in front of him as he occasionally uttered some sort of gibberish to himself as he advanced. Most people traveling didn't take much note of him, and those who did either assumed he was mad or somthing. Unsurprising if you saw the sight you did. Regardless, the strange man would soon arrive to this quaint town, wandering through the streets before deciding to plop himself down against a building within the town square.

The strange man caught the attention of a few individuals, but for the most part he was ignored as everyone went about their day. At worst, he was loiter, but word in the tavern was that this was just one of them strange fellows who'll just pass on by the evening. No one really wanted to interact with this stranger, not if they didn't have to. He wasn't really bothering anyone, he was just sitting there, looking poor. A few people took his appearance as a beggar, and feeling generous(or benevolent) tossed down a coin in front of him. All in all, during the majority of his stay in town, he didn't really do much of note. He may have even left in the evening, but these stories don't exactly end here.

Bullies are usually born out of individuals whom themselves have suffered, and as a result need to vent themselves on someone whom they think lesser of. No doubt this was the case when a group of belligerent men, probably stumbling fresh out of the nearby tavern, no doubt day drinking about some problem or another.

So they decided the stranger looked funny, with his weird hat and weird words that he spoke, and decide to bother him. They took up sticks and poking him, crude words were uttered under the snickering breaths. The strange man did very little to react, which seem really only angered the belligerent men, as they're fits of poking and prodding increased and their voices became louder and louder

This was indeed grabbing more attention in town. Most people saw this gathering of belligerents as idiotic, to say the least, but seldom did the thought of intervening occur. This man was indeed strange and he was indeed foreign, and many secretly just wanted him to leave. However they lacked the initiative, so they also secretly hopped that this band of thugs would drive him off.

Yet the man did not budge, nor did he even react with with any substantial emotion. To be fair, no one could really tell what he was feeling in the moment; his wide-brim straw hat was lowered, covering his face.

So the insults and the harsh words continued, for how long, I wonder?
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Hooves of the tricolor horse pounded down on the packed dirt road. No rider on it but the short eastern dark elf to it's side. His face covered by his straw hat, only illuminating his face with tiny 'star' specks. Around his shoulders were a green tartan cloak and his face sported a very slight beard and mustache.

His hearing was keen and stopped nearby, enough to eavesdrop on the rabble of the troubleseekers, but not too near to draw too much attention in seeming suspicious.
Of course, elves like him were uncommon in these lands and he stood out as much as the yellow cloak, even more so those that came from the underground or were wholly nocturnal.
 
"Hey dirt bag, didn't you hear what I said?" One of the more burlier belligerent spat, his saliva landing on top of the stranger's straw hat. The hat suddenly tipped a bit, but the face was still covered, before lowering itself back to it's original position. Maybe it was in response to those in front of him, or maybe it was because of somthing else...

Regardless, the stranger said nothing, as the belligerents continued to jeer at him. Didn't take long for his silence to upset the lot even more. Apparently, one of the men found the man's indifference to being offending, as he proceeded to bring his boot into the stranger's stomach.

There was noticeable pause in the rowdiness, as all attention was directed to the man whom had kicked the seated stranger. His facial expression was at disbelief, as his foot was still planted firmly in the man's stomach, before flashing into anger, as he brought his foot back and began to kick the man relentlessly. This seemed to incite his companions, as they began to surround the man, swing their feet back and forth as they began stomping all over the stranger in yellow.

At this point, the stranger was now being blocked by the group of belligerents, and it was difficult to see what was going on. It would be assume that the lot were kicking, judging by the belligerent's actions.

But what was indeed going on?


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A boy aged about 17 or 18, entered the town after being on the road for the past 2 days. He wasn't too worn out, but his legs were still sore. This boy was Thomas Whistler. Thomas walked about the town, looking for an inn or a place to rest. Soon he came upon the Town Square. There he heard grunting and saw a group of people kicking... something.

He walked up to investigate, and saw through the group a person, just sitting there, mercilessly beaten. This angered Thomas, but what was he to do? To get the mob's attention, he whistled as loud as he could then asked,

"What the hell are you doing?!"
 
At the sound of the newcomer, heads in the group of belligerents turned, many began to sneer when they saw the boy. The group dispersed a bit, away from the sitting stranger and now proceeding to surround the new comer, every last one of them as trying bulk up and look intimidating.

As the men moved, they would reveal that the sitting stranger had still retained his initial sitting position, with his palmed hand held in it's vertical position. Aside from appearing a bit more battered and bruised, the man didn't seem to have reacted to the men's relentless assault upon him.

His expression was still covered by his straw hat.

Meanwhile the men had turned their attention upon the new comer, adrenaline still spiking after beating the stranger. They were a total of roughly six men, each of them appeared to tower over the young man. One standing close to them didn't need to smell the alcohol on their breath to know they were drunk, it was their rowdiness that gave that away.

"Well, well...somebody wants to play hero." The burly man whom had initiated the kicking was now standing over the young man, a sneer on his face as his comrades began to laugh. "Why don't you run along back to your mama, little boy. This matter here is for grownups."​
 
"I wouldn't use the term 'grown up', 'old adolescent' would best describe you and your husbands." Thomas replied immediately. He put his hand on the hilt of his sword, trying to intimidate the group of ruffians.

 
This caused the group of men to laugh, clearly amused at what had presented itself there. It was very clear they were by no means intimidated by the young man. He may have owned a blade, but they still possess the brawn and numbers; and when you have your (drunken) friends egging you on, you feel nothing if not invincible.

"Aw, how cute, the little man thinks he's somebody." The big man grinned a toothy grin, his friends were now closing from ever side. "Too bad it's just you...well, you and piss stain over their, but he doesn't seem to care...tell me mate, if he don't care, why do you?"​
 
It was a beautiful day to be out. A calm breeze flowed pass his skin, as the sun shined down upon him. Around him children laughed and played, whilst the adults went to work. The air was tainted with the scent of freshly baked pastries and fine wine. Overall, it was a good day to be alive. But of course, some blokes gotta ruin all of that.

Looking around, he noticed a small commotion happening nearby. A group of burly men had surrounded a boy, behind them sat a stranger in strange, yellow clothing, sitting on the ground. As the wind changed directions, Kyung began to gag on the putrid scent of alcohol. "Bunch of rabble rousing drunkards." Kyung muttered under his breath, gripping his saber.

Striding towards the commotion, his saber clanged against him, whilst he muttered something in a strange language. Wearing strange clothes alongside a furry hat and boot, it was obvious that Kyung was also a foreigner, much like the yellow stranger. His gait matched that of a women, alongside his bodies shape, only his small stubble giving his gender away. "What seems to be the problem here?" Kyung called out, his deep voice thick with an unknown accent.
 
Thomas still talking to the man, "I'm just curious on what you gain for harassing him. And if it is because you have an empty schedule then here." Thomas took out his coin purse and counted out 5 gold coins, he then handed them to the "man".

"That should cover a couple of rounds for the 6 of you."

Turning to Kyung he said, "We are sorting out a disagreement."
 
"Great, first the piss stain now the freak show, what is this? The circus?" The leading man sneered, as he turned his attention to the 2nd newcomer, unimpressed by his appearance."You heard the boy, blue balls, now piss off!"
"Yeah! Piss off!" One of the men echoed his companion, causing the others to stir in agreement. However, despite the 2nd newcomer's inquires, the group of beliggerents turned their attention back to the boy, as the big man looked down at what the boy had to offer...and laughed....

"Five coins? That's it? Hah! What do you take us for, him?" The big man crudly gestured behind him, at the stranger in yellow, as his friends too began to cackle at the young man's offer. "Tell you what, kiddo, I'm feelin' right down generous; you give us that entire bag of shines and we'll leave you and your circus freak friends along, sounds fair?"​
 
"I'm not that much for bartering, so as as limited time offer you get..." Thomas puts 2 of the coins back in the bag, "3 coins! Decide quickly, the amount isn't going any higher.

Thomas was getting annoyed, but if his father taught him anything, it was to be polite until they swing. Thomas knew if all hell broke loose he'd probably only take out 1 or 2. So he was hoping that the new person would be able to hold his ground if needed.

"Also, didn't your father ever teach you any manners? Or were you too busy asking mommy for some more money?"
 
Kyung walked up to the lead man, pushing the boy aside as he did. His face contained an expression of uncontainable rage as he looked up at the lead man, piercing his gaze. “What the hell did you say to me!?” Kyung roared, grabbing the lead man by the chin and pulling him downwards, to where their heads sat level to each other. “Where I come from, men learn to be courteous and welcoming to strangers, even when they’re a drunken mess! So where is your hospitality!?”
 
"Hah! Is that it? You got no future in trade, bo-" The burly man did have enough time before he was grabbed. This didn't seem to deter the belligerent, as he grasped onto the the dark elf's arms. "Ye heard me, blue balls, this ain't ya sweet grandma's cottage, now piss off."

"That's enough!"

A set of hands came in-between the two current actors, separating the two parties and quickly pried them apart. Good thing too, as the belligerent seemed to have wanted to spit in the The strength of the stranger in yellow must of been at least somewhat impressive, as the larger belligerent staggered from the push of only one hand.

"Don't touch me piss stain!" The belligerent spat, as he took a step forward, trying to act all menacing.

"Uh, boss...maybe we shouldn't...maybe we should...uh, leave..." One of the belligerent, in a uncharacteristic change of attitude. Perhaps it was the uncharacteristic dark glow that gave it away, or maybe it;s affect. If one had noticed since his intervention, the man in yellow was had a...dark, aura surrounding him.

"Do not push your luck...now be on your way..." The man in yellow said in a intimidating voice, his eyes now revealed to the belligerent and it was expressing a glare. "...Leave."

That did it, as even the leading belligerent took a step back, stunned at the stranger's new tone.

"I-I ain't afraid of you, piss-s stain!"

The man in yellow did not respond, his glare said plenty. The belligerents were staggering, but the leading belligerent seemed to have more of a stomach then the others, standing his ground despite his previous tone. Perhaps he was the only thing from 'causing the rest from backing down completely...​
 
"Now I don't speak for these fine gentlemen, but I believe our final offer is clear. Leave with your dignity,or that is off the table as well." Thomas remarked. He didn't know if that last line intimidated the thug. He actually thought it was quite cringy. He winced inside a bit.

"Well? The clock is ticking."
 
"Are you threatening me boy!?" The belligerent seemed to have forgotten aout the stranger when the young man spoke, step forward. "I'll teach you some manners!"

The belligerent tried to right hook the boy. It may or may have landed, if the stranger hadn't gotten in the way.

As the stranger got in front of the attack belligerent, he brought up both his arms, bending his elbows so that both his forearms were locked together in a bit of a wall.The right sided hook collided into the stranger's right forearms with great force, but it didn't even seem to move the stranger in yellow.

Now it was time for retaliation.

Still holding the belligerent's right hand hook with his left, the stranger quickly brought his right arm backwards, his palm now open. The next moment, the stranger shot his hand forward into the belligerent's chest. It would appear that the stranger's hit had greater force behind it, as it flung the belligerent backwards, stright into his friends, knocking them over like boiling pins.

This seem to have stirred up the others, as they scrambled to get back up. One of them yelled somthing incoherent, as once the group had recovered they rushed forward at those in front of them.

They're were about seven total belligerent, the burliest was recovering while the six charged, two of them rushed at the yellow stranger. Yet as they approached, the stranger quickly brought up a hand in the vertical position, much like he had held it before, and began quickly muttering somthing under his breath. The black aura quickly dissolved, as a white aura began to surround the stranger.

As one of the belligerents approached, he tried to throw a quick jab at the stranger. Yet as the punch was about to land, the stranger almost immediately ducked under the strike, quickly landing two strikes on the arm. As the stranger ducked under, the belligerent's arm naturally recoiled from the strikes, and as he did the stranger quickly side step behind him. As the stranger rolled over the belligerents back on the other side, his leg shot outward and kicked the belligerent off his feat.

The stranger had barely any time to react, as another came up behind him and tried to tackle the stranger. This did not work as well as the belligerent had hoped. As the belligerent carried his weight forward, the stranger was quickly whirled around, taking a firm stance as his left palm shot forward, colliding into the belligerent's forward moving face. The strike would appear to stun the belligerent, long enough for the stranger to take a quick step back, before stepping back forward into a tornado kick stright to the belligerent's face. The last strike sent the belligerent spinning backwards clutching his head as he began to stumble about.

This reprieve gave the stranger just enough time to turn his head from his combat stance, raising his straw hat as he looked over to his circumstantial allies.

"Disable, but do not maim or kill."​
 
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Kyung drew his saber, stepping forward past the stranger into the fray. Yelling something in a foreign, almost alien, language, Kyung charged the nearest belligerent, smashing the hilt of his saber into the man's head. The man fell to the ground, screaming in agony as he clutched his head, blood flowing from his smashed nose.

Stepping past the felled man, he targeted the one behind him, ruthlessness shining in his eyes. Kyung surged forward and smashed his head with the hilt, knocking him backwards. "Anyone else what to tussle!" Kyung shouted, shaking his fists towards the rest of them.
 
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After his words, the stranger sparsely had time to react before the onset of the other two belligerents. They rushed him at once, both seemed to be aiming to grab him. The stranger was quicker, however, as he quickly turned his body to face the incoming assailants, taking a few mighty steps forward before launching himself into the air. Using the momentum, the stranger was able to bring both his legs upwards, but threw them in opposite direction. Both legs were able to hit their intended mark, the heads of the belligerents, which flung both belligerents backwards.

The stranger would promptly land, holding both of his hands in a fisted position, before turning his head backwards. The two whom the stranger had knocked down the first time around had either gotten back up or had regained his bearings. The two hesitated for a moment, as the stranger would turn himself to face the belligerents without much of word. Another moment later, the men would gain enough courage to charge the stranger again.

The first one came kicking forward, attempting to bring his weight into the stranger. The issue here while he sailed forward with much momentum, he became vulnerable, as demonstrated when the stranger would quickly sidestep and grappled the belligerents soaring leg with one of his arms. This would paralyze the belligerent, as he flailed his arms around, trying to maintain upright.

The belligerent's friend, thinking that this was an opportunity, threw another punches at the stranger. This was swiftly deflected by the backhand of the stranger's free arm, before the stranger shot his palm forward into the belligerent's face, sending him staggering. The stranger was not done, as he quickly brought his free hand down to the first belligerent's leg, and with great force threw it sideways. The throw carried so much force that it sent the legs of the first belligerent into a spin on one foot. The first belligerent's his leg whirled around and hit his already recoiling friend in the stomach, which ping ponged him back towards the stranger. The stranger would himself quickly turn around, whirling into position behind the belligerent that was now flying towards him. Within the next moment the stranger had brought both his hands towards the side of his torso, before launching them both forward in joint strike against the secound belligerent's back. The combined strike sent the secound belligerent flying, stright into the first belligerent and knocking him down. The two would then began to tumble a bit, before frantically trying to get off each other.

The men were now wavering, as the held on to their injuries and staggered about, looking back at the foreigners would a look of dread and pain. The men seemed to be contemplating their next move, as it seemed that the tides had been against them from the start.

During this reprieve, the yellow stranger had taken the time to quickly side step to the side of the dark elf, remaining in a firm combative stance as he did. If the dark elf had looked, he would have seen the stranger's entire face, which seem to suggest indifference. Wasn't long before the stranger's gaze returned to the belligerents in front of them, but as he looked back, he spoke.

"Put that away before you draw the attention of the guards...or worse." ​
 
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