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12th- orders will be sent VERY soon. Ive got so many orders to catch up on.
ITNES I - Interesting Times
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Ja he did! (check your thread for my erratic indecisiveness.)
A WINDOW TO LIFE IN HONG KONG
Grand Avenue,
Kowloon, Mainland Hong Kong
The bustling crowds were but a disturbance in his mind, their presence merely fleeting. All that mattered was reaching his destination half a mile down the avenue. The vibrations of his footsteps pulsed through his body as he struggled to maintain a peculiar running gait - made ackward by the flowing scholar's robes he wore and the unwieldy basket he was carrying. He knew he was in really deep trouble right now.
Leng Kee was one of the sponsored students from the surrounding cities to study in the capital. The government had chosen the cremè de la cremè of their young people to undergo a new syllabus taught by the Imperial Academy. To get admitted into the hallowed halls of the Academy was difficult enough, let alone receiving the degree offered. With a multi-disciplinary approach to education, Imperial graduates were to be the best Hong Kong had to offer.
He remembered how hard it was to even pass the preliminary entrance exams held in the outlying cities - how much hopes his poor family put on him, and what he knew the Academy expected from him.
And it was all spoilt by too much drink! Leng Kee cursed himself for his stupidity in going to the wineshop for a drink the night before his first lecture. How he had wasted his entire month's spending money on wine and women. Broke and suffering from a huge hangover, his troubles were now augmented by being really late for his studies. The door to the lecture hall was only ten paces away - Leng Kee quickened his steps and ran to the door, his palm out ready to open it...
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Provincial Governor's Waiting Room,
Shan Yin City,
Hong Kong
"Sorry I'm late," Sei Pat P'o lay prostate on the ground before the imperial messenger. He knew he would regret staying at the theatre for one more song. Now, he was in a bad position - the best avenue of escape was to grovel.
"I have a decree from His Imperial Majesty Tai Fan Shi." The messenger certainly did not waste any time. With practiced flair and flourish, he drew out the scroll bearing the Emperor's personal seal and handed it to the kneeling governor. Taking it with slight apprehension, he opened the scroll: -
To all Provincial Governors,
In my most august and imperial wisdom, I hereby declare and decree that from the Harvest season of this year, roads and public works shall be under the jurisdiction of the provincial government.
Such infrastructure must be built to the given specifications and must be completed within the time listed below.
Failure to comply with my orders will mean punishment.
Pat P'o stared at the scroll. He knew how beneficial it would be for his province, increased trade - more tarriffs - more money. But he wasn't very happy at the King forcing him to use the slush fund which he had stashed up. Perhaps the King knew that governors will end up using public money they had spirited off. But this meant that he had more work apart from pushing paper and judging cases.
It was difficult. But he would try - and hopefully receive a reward. Plus, he couldn't look unhappy in front of the Imperial messenger. A forced smile, "Indeed, I shall write my reply right now." Brush, ink, wooden scroll - and he began.
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Imperial Fighting Junk Ham Tai,
Tsim Tsa Tsui Harbour,
Kowloon, Hong Kong.
'My love.
As I write this, we are preparing to sail to the ocean. Where exactly? I have no idea - the Captain would not tell us until we were out of sight of land. Training was pretty tough as usual, the military has stepped up training procedures. The benefit is that we can sail the Ham Tai faster than ever before.
She has also just received a complete careen and I'm sure whatever mission the Emperor has for us, we would be able to handle it. Many soldiers are coming aboard though, and I guess I don't really like having to share a cabin with a landsman. I've written about this before - but I just feel like I need to reiterate it. Please forgive me if it irritates you.
I love the sea. Almost as much as I love you. But sometimes, I just wonder if things would have been much better if I had stayed and worked with your father's family as he wanted. But I shall quit my whining.
The Captain has called for all hands on deck. Please stay safe. I will be back and we can meet again.
Until then.
I love you.'
Black ink on white silk. The sailor carefully folded it and slid the cloth into a wooden cask. As he walked out of his cabin up to the deck, he slipped the cask out through a porthole.
A splash, and then a fisherman in his rowboat. He picked up the cask, and rowed back to help keep a forbidden fire aflame...
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My attempt to chronicle society instead of just the boring governmental crap. Comments and criticism most welcome..
Grand Avenue,
Kowloon, Mainland Hong Kong
The bustling crowds were but a disturbance in his mind, their presence merely fleeting. All that mattered was reaching his destination half a mile down the avenue. The vibrations of his footsteps pulsed through his body as he struggled to maintain a peculiar running gait - made ackward by the flowing scholar's robes he wore and the unwieldy basket he was carrying. He knew he was in really deep trouble right now.
Leng Kee was one of the sponsored students from the surrounding cities to study in the capital. The government had chosen the cremè de la cremè of their young people to undergo a new syllabus taught by the Imperial Academy. To get admitted into the hallowed halls of the Academy was difficult enough, let alone receiving the degree offered. With a multi-disciplinary approach to education, Imperial graduates were to be the best Hong Kong had to offer.
He remembered how hard it was to even pass the preliminary entrance exams held in the outlying cities - how much hopes his poor family put on him, and what he knew the Academy expected from him.
And it was all spoilt by too much drink! Leng Kee cursed himself for his stupidity in going to the wineshop for a drink the night before his first lecture. How he had wasted his entire month's spending money on wine and women. Broke and suffering from a huge hangover, his troubles were now augmented by being really late for his studies. The door to the lecture hall was only ten paces away - Leng Kee quickened his steps and ran to the door, his palm out ready to open it...
---
Provincial Governor's Waiting Room,
Shan Yin City,
Hong Kong
"Sorry I'm late," Sei Pat P'o lay prostate on the ground before the imperial messenger. He knew he would regret staying at the theatre for one more song. Now, he was in a bad position - the best avenue of escape was to grovel.
"I have a decree from His Imperial Majesty Tai Fan Shi." The messenger certainly did not waste any time. With practiced flair and flourish, he drew out the scroll bearing the Emperor's personal seal and handed it to the kneeling governor. Taking it with slight apprehension, he opened the scroll: -
To all Provincial Governors,
In my most august and imperial wisdom, I hereby declare and decree that from the Harvest season of this year, roads and public works shall be under the jurisdiction of the provincial government.
Such infrastructure must be built to the given specifications and must be completed within the time listed below.
Failure to comply with my orders will mean punishment.
Pat P'o stared at the scroll. He knew how beneficial it would be for his province, increased trade - more tarriffs - more money. But he wasn't very happy at the King forcing him to use the slush fund which he had stashed up. Perhaps the King knew that governors will end up using public money they had spirited off. But this meant that he had more work apart from pushing paper and judging cases.
It was difficult. But he would try - and hopefully receive a reward. Plus, he couldn't look unhappy in front of the Imperial messenger. A forced smile, "Indeed, I shall write my reply right now." Brush, ink, wooden scroll - and he began.
---
Imperial Fighting Junk Ham Tai,
Tsim Tsa Tsui Harbour,
Kowloon, Hong Kong.
'My love.
As I write this, we are preparing to sail to the ocean. Where exactly? I have no idea - the Captain would not tell us until we were out of sight of land. Training was pretty tough as usual, the military has stepped up training procedures. The benefit is that we can sail the Ham Tai faster than ever before.
She has also just received a complete careen and I'm sure whatever mission the Emperor has for us, we would be able to handle it. Many soldiers are coming aboard though, and I guess I don't really like having to share a cabin with a landsman. I've written about this before - but I just feel like I need to reiterate it. Please forgive me if it irritates you.
I love the sea. Almost as much as I love you. But sometimes, I just wonder if things would have been much better if I had stayed and worked with your father's family as he wanted. But I shall quit my whining.
The Captain has called for all hands on deck. Please stay safe. I will be back and we can meet again.
Until then.
I love you.'
Black ink on white silk. The sailor carefully folded it and slid the cloth into a wooden cask. As he walked out of his cabin up to the deck, he slipped the cask out through a porthole.
A splash, and then a fisherman in his rowboat. He picked up the cask, and rowed back to help keep a forbidden fire aflame...
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My attempt to chronicle society instead of just the boring governmental crap. Comments and criticism most welcome..
Insane_Panda
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Awesome, Banana!
I love stories which show the society of the nation too, rather than just the government.
I love stories which show the society of the nation too, rather than just the government.
tossi
Der kleine Prinz
Phoenician UU: The Cypriot Hoplite
Phoenician Ruler: King Hiram I
In eastern Cyprus the militia hoplite is the first line of defence. Raised from those rhich enough to purchase a lance, a shield and a helmet, the hoplites were called whenever their city was in danger. Through regular training they were a formidable opponent. But rarly do they leave their families and homes to fight in wars were they don't belong. When the King of Tyre Hiram the First visited Cyprus, he knew that he wanted some of these units. He sent his men through the city trying to gather a force of hoplites, who would come with him. But his men had few success. Only few wanted to leave their families.
But at other sources they had more luck. In the mercanery camps. Here were those who had deceided to search their luck in battle. Many young people were here, but also old veterans who could live without fight. These men were tough. King Hiram purchased several formations and went back with them home.
Phoenician Ruler: King Hiram I
In eastern Cyprus the militia hoplite is the first line of defence. Raised from those rhich enough to purchase a lance, a shield and a helmet, the hoplites were called whenever their city was in danger. Through regular training they were a formidable opponent. But rarly do they leave their families and homes to fight in wars were they don't belong. When the King of Tyre Hiram the First visited Cyprus, he knew that he wanted some of these units. He sent his men through the city trying to gather a force of hoplites, who would come with him. But his men had few success. Only few wanted to leave their families.
But at other sources they had more luck. In the mercanery camps. Here were those who had deceided to search their luck in battle. Many young people were here, but also old veterans who could live without fight. These men were tough. King Hiram purchased several formations and went back with them home.
das
Regeneration In Process
Good stories everyone.
You have 5 hours 39 minutes left... the update is already shaping out to be interesting indeed.
You have 5 hours 39 minutes left... the update is already shaping out to be interesting indeed.
conehead234
Braves on the Warpath
Das, I sent more detailed orders, use those.
das
Regeneration In Process
Unless IP posts a very good story within 58 minutes, Banana Lee...
das
Regeneration In Process
Unless IP posts a very good story within 58 minutes, Banana Lee...
Plexus
Architeuthidae puericomedentis
Orders sent.
das
Regeneration In Process
No more orders. Expect unpleasant surprises for some of you tomorrow.
Communisto
Condottiere
stalin006 said:i guess that means that every nuke made it to its destination.
angry, dirty, naked spartans with dog doo on the end of a stick aren't nukes
Insane_Panda
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My story:
Isfahan was great. The past sentence, being great, was almost as great as isfahan. Glory to Parhae!!
PWNT.
Insane_Panda
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Touche! 
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