Post by Liang Zhi on Nov 7, 2009 3:46:29 GMT
Liang Zhi was sitting behind the Yamen, in the gardens that offered the administrator of the city a time to rest his mind, Zhi was sitting over a the pond in the rear of the garden, staring thoughtfully into the water, studying the ceaseless ripping spreading outward gently in the steady water.
He sat for a few hours, his legs folded atop a large flat and smooth stone, while peacefully sat there his eyes closed gently, flicking three coins successively in his right hand, his left bracing the handle of the sword to his left side.
After three hours he flicked all three coincs at the same time and caught them all without any sudden movements, it was like time had slowed down, he opened his eyes, he looked over to a tree to his left and the shadow cast informed him that it was the third quarter of the noon hour.
Zhi unfolded his legs and stood up calmly doing nothing out the ordinary, he skimmed the ground almost like a ghost, he entered the compound and returned with a plank of waxwood. He sat back down in the same place, looked over the plank of wood slowly and then unshealthed his sword, he began to carve outwards, down the plank, until he was left with a thinner piece of wood.
He continued until he had cut out two 5'15 rounded shafts, one thicker than the other, which he smoothed around. He stood up and struck them both against the tree to his left multiple times, slashing, clubbing and whirling, the first was flexible and strong, the second firm and and strong. Waxwood can only be found in the Central Plains and is smooth, flexible and strong, this particular kind could parry a blade.
Liang made these two staffs perfect to suit himself, the right size for his kind of technique. He picked both staffs up and leant one against the stairs back into the Yamen. He took the other inside, but shortly returned with a beautifully shaped spearhead, which was sharp enough for battle, he also brought a red tassel on a gold ring, as well as two small sharp nails.
The spearhead had a hollow bottom to it so it could fit onto the staff - a perfect fit, it fixed on firmly, this spearhead had been prepared earlier. The butt of the head, was still removable if you tried hard to get it off, so Liang took the two nails, and struck them into two holes on either side of the spearhead and fixed it into position, as waxwood was strong , it wouldn't split. Liang knew this. Liang then hooked the tassel on the neck of the spear it hung around three full inches long.
Examining the spear, people would see: A long straight blade, around thirty centimetered long, that widened into a broad head with a flowered pattern, bearing the Eight Trigrams and the yin and yang, which was engraved on a circular head of gold dyed-bronze, which angled around into the the smooth shaft of dark wood, at the end of which was a small bronze knob. A qiang spear!
A plain piece of waxwood commonly used by travellers was next, as walking aid, or a shoulder pole, strong endurable wood, that had been tested for centuries. A chang-gun!
Thus it was, two new weapons added to the armoury of Liang Zhi. Let them beat those who would oppose his duty.
((Theres probably typos, I never proof read this tuff, I just go with what comes to mind, never reading it over.))
He sat for a few hours, his legs folded atop a large flat and smooth stone, while peacefully sat there his eyes closed gently, flicking three coins successively in his right hand, his left bracing the handle of the sword to his left side.
After three hours he flicked all three coincs at the same time and caught them all without any sudden movements, it was like time had slowed down, he opened his eyes, he looked over to a tree to his left and the shadow cast informed him that it was the third quarter of the noon hour.
Zhi unfolded his legs and stood up calmly doing nothing out the ordinary, he skimmed the ground almost like a ghost, he entered the compound and returned with a plank of waxwood. He sat back down in the same place, looked over the plank of wood slowly and then unshealthed his sword, he began to carve outwards, down the plank, until he was left with a thinner piece of wood.
He continued until he had cut out two 5'15 rounded shafts, one thicker than the other, which he smoothed around. He stood up and struck them both against the tree to his left multiple times, slashing, clubbing and whirling, the first was flexible and strong, the second firm and and strong. Waxwood can only be found in the Central Plains and is smooth, flexible and strong, this particular kind could parry a blade.
Liang made these two staffs perfect to suit himself, the right size for his kind of technique. He picked both staffs up and leant one against the stairs back into the Yamen. He took the other inside, but shortly returned with a beautifully shaped spearhead, which was sharp enough for battle, he also brought a red tassel on a gold ring, as well as two small sharp nails.
The spearhead had a hollow bottom to it so it could fit onto the staff - a perfect fit, it fixed on firmly, this spearhead had been prepared earlier. The butt of the head, was still removable if you tried hard to get it off, so Liang took the two nails, and struck them into two holes on either side of the spearhead and fixed it into position, as waxwood was strong , it wouldn't split. Liang knew this. Liang then hooked the tassel on the neck of the spear it hung around three full inches long.
Examining the spear, people would see: A long straight blade, around thirty centimetered long, that widened into a broad head with a flowered pattern, bearing the Eight Trigrams and the yin and yang, which was engraved on a circular head of gold dyed-bronze, which angled around into the the smooth shaft of dark wood, at the end of which was a small bronze knob. A qiang spear!
A plain piece of waxwood commonly used by travellers was next, as walking aid, or a shoulder pole, strong endurable wood, that had been tested for centuries. A chang-gun!
Thus it was, two new weapons added to the armoury of Liang Zhi. Let them beat those who would oppose his duty.
((Theres probably typos, I never proof read this tuff, I just go with what comes to mind, never reading it over.))
