Odd, but intriguing. The only thing I have against it is the style that it is presented in. While the old-fashioned, Christi Magnalia style adds a lot of flavor to it, and would make it easy to pop in as part of an old book or some such, it makes it very hard to read. Go to Comment
Wow, this is... this is great! I find the style easy enough to read, and the idea is fantastic. I could easily see using this thing, the party thinking that it's just another ho-hum zombie clearout. But wait! Beheading does nothing? Flee!!!
Anyways, I quite like this one. Good job. Go to Comment
While passing through Don-Choi, Lai-Xeng was stopped by the local magistrate, Chai-Xeng.
"Oh wise one, Is the world is nothing but chaos? I rush about from one crisis to the next. My sons are disobedient, prone to idling the day away. My villagers do not wish to their duties to the Emperor. Is all the world this way?
Lai-Xeng took three deep breaths. Then he waited. He took more deep breaths. The magistrate was impatient. He interrupted Lai-Xeng as he thought. "Wise one? Why do you ignore me?" Lai-Xeng, took three more cleansing breaths. He then held up one hand to forstall the magistrate's next question.
"To put the world right in order, we must first put the nation in order; to put the nation in order, we must first put the family in order; to put the family in order, we must first cultivate our personal life; we must first set our hearts right."
The Magistrate stopped. He gave the Wise One a deep reverent bow. He then retreated to the nearby garden. The Wise One spent the day with him saying nothing at all. Go to Comment
Lai-Xeng was traveling in the southern lands, known for their spicy foods. He was on the road to the Grand Temples of Kain-Jow, but was travelling alone at this time. The Restaurant was crowded this noontide. Lai-Xeng had been sitting, waiting for a table, smiling most of the time. He was seated, ordered, and was dining, and the Scholar was still smiling.
The Restauranteur had been dealing with all the customers and staff. He could not understand while the Scholar was smiling so.
"Why are you so happy scholar? There is a hot wind. You are eating my spicy food which makes you sweat. You are days from the temples. Why do you smile so?"
Lai-Xeng put down his eating utensils. He dabbed his face with a napkin. He turned to the gumpy man.
"If you want happiness for a moment, take a breath".
The Restauranteur grunted.
"If you want happiness for an hour, take a nap. "
The Restauranteur grunted again.
"If you want happiness for a day, go fishing."
The Restauranteur smirked.
If you want happiness for a month, get married."
The Restauranteur rolled his eyes.
"If you want happiness for a year, inherit a fortune. "
The Restauranteur said, "taxes!"
"If you want happiness for a lifetime, help someone else."
The Restauranteur looked confused and grunted. He ran off to clear some tables.
As the scholar moved to pay, the restauranteur smiled and took the bill away. Go to Comment
Lai-Xeng was returning down the Dusty Road from Fai-Tong and his teachings there.
As he walked through the village, there was a militia drilling on the green. One of the soldiers was a known master of unarmed combat. He was refusing to participate in the drills. In his loud voice, "This are beneith me. I am the Mighty Klai-Dong. I have mastered the 12 forms. I am known far and wide as He with Rock Hands. I am a teacher of the Pon_Dar School. " The rest of them practiced distractedly. Some watched the ongoing noise. Others tried to practive their drills. Others took the opportunity to do what they wished. As the master continued, others began to yell at the officer. They too claimed they did not need to practice and began to recite their deeds. The Officer tried to blow his whistle for order.
When he paused for breath, the scholar simple cleared his voice. Then in a quiet tone, "It is better to practice a little than talk a lot."
Klai-Dong stopped. He took three classic cleansing breaths. He then nodded and bowed. The others followed his example.
The sage stopped for some excellent buns. As he passed the green again, Klai-Dong had finished the drill and was now instructing others.
He turned to his travelling companion as said, "Even great men need to remind themselves of things."
As they left, they were all the wiser.
We shape clay into a pot, but it is the emptiness inside that holds whatever we want.
Lao Tzu Go to Comment
Lai-Xeng and the Fishmonger
As it happened under the sun, Lai-Xeng sat upon the bank of the Kui-Pon river. his fishing pole was left against the tree as he rested on the bank. A man who made a living by the selling of fish came upon the sage's supine form.
"Here now, the great and wise sage Lai-Xeng. How is it that you are so lacking in ambition? Are you lazy?" The Fishmonger asked.
"Then you are not lacking in ambition, you are not lazy?" Lai-Xeng asked.
"Of course not. what have you done all day?" The Fishmonger asked again.
"I have sat by this river, and took a nap, and fished a little." The Sage answered. "What would you do?"
"Me, I would fish hard, catch as many fish as possible." He said.
"Why?" The sage asked.
"So that I could sell them, make money." The Fishmonger said.
"Why?" Lai-Xeng asked.
"So I could hire men to fish for me, to make me more money. Then I could buy boats to fish further from the shore, and carts to carry the fish to market." He said with pride, for this was what he had done himself and had become wealthy.
"And what after that?" the Sage asked.
"After that I will retire." The Fishmonger said, thinking upon his retirement and his sons taking over his business.
"When you retire, what will you do then?" Lai-Xeng asked.
"Well, I will live by the river, take naps whenever I like, maybe fish a little." The fishmonger said. Lai-Xeng picked up his fishing pole and cast the line back into the water. The Merchant stood up and walked away, leaving Lai-Xeng feeling wiser than before. Go to Comment
The seafaring people of the Southern Islands value their ships greatly, as do other maritime nations. However, they take the beliefs about ships a bit further. A ship's name is very important, once it is named it shouldn't be renamed anymore, ever; most renamed ships seem to fail sooner or later. Ships do not tolerate parts from other ships, a single board from a wrong source can cost sailors their lives, so it is said.
Most ships are identified as female, very few as male, though there is no tale of how their personality is identified; it has nothing to do with the name, for example. The Clarissa (a well-known male ship) is said to like good wine. So whenever sailors or passangers drink, they have to spill a glass for the ship, too. But that is only the most known example.