Our hero was surprised that his two destinations were one and the same. He was not happy at this fact however, as after not doing anything but using his ability to separate wild onions from death camas and walking for 3 days, Fang Hu would rather satiate his thirst than negotiate with some rag-tag group of cultivators. Alas, our hero was surrounded by 5 rough looking guards, not large amounts of water.
'Hmm… I could probably take them, but just barely, and you don't put your best fighters on guard duty. Judging from their statuses, their group would definitely have plenty of backup.'
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Wang
32 yrs old
Roots: Earth 14.53%
Cultivation: Qi Gathering 3/13 13%
Body Cultivation: 0/13
Techniques: Basic Saber Reinforcement
Ritualistic Earth Cultivation
Powers: N/A
Background: A hunter/enforcer of the Pheasant's Tail Nomad Tribe. Experienced many fights in his years protecting the tribe.
Potential: Low-Low
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'That's the strongest guy in this group. The rest of them are 1st or 2nd stage qi gathering. Nomad tribe indeed, even with me in my burlap robes with wooden sandals and 3 days of no bathing, I look like a gentleman being attacked by savages.'
Our hero, hoping for a peaceful resolution, tried to drop out of his fighting stance, grin, put up his hands, and say something along the lines of, 'Hey, you guys have anything for a really fucking thirsty dude?' What really happened was-
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The pampered looking youth slowly rose out of his stance and stopped circulating his qi to his fists. Putting his hands together in greeting he smiled serenely and said, "Apologies, but would you brothers mayhaps spare a gourd of water? I have had naught to drink for quite some time."
The young lad had to be only 16 or so, but was a whole two heads above our tallest. Not knowing what to make of the lad, I decided to take him to Chief Wo-Kong, this cultivator being much too strong to deny out of hand.
"Che- Wait here."
"Gladly."
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'Oh Shit.'
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'WHY IS THIS GUY TALLER THAN ME AND BUILT LIKE A MICHELANGELO STATUE!? I FEEL LIKE HE IS GONNA TRAVEL TO EGYPT AND KICK THE ASS OF AN ENGLISH VAMPIRE!! I'M LIKE 6'8' AND HE'S TOWERING OVER ME!'
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Wo-Kong
68 yrs old
Roots: N/A
Cultivation: Qi Gathering 2/13 56%
Body Cultivation: Qi Gathering 7/13 26%
Techniques: Bodily Qi Enhancement
Giants Body Cultivation Art
War Path of the Spear
Focused Breath
Powers: Focused Rage
Background: Courageous leader of the Pheasant's Tail Nomad Tribe. While an ant compared to the old monsters, he's certainly strong enough to kick your ass.
Potential: Mid-Low
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