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= THE SNOW MAIDEN'S REAVER =
 
 
Class II Heavenly Greatsword 
 
Speed +15, Strike +25, Damage +25 
 
Effortless Power: Cloak of Frost: Enemies within Favoured Chi in yards lose 10 from Strike. 
 
Greater Power: Aegis of Rime: +10 armour. 
Lesser Power: Icy Hand: Entangle critical effect available.

Celestial Chi

Gain a Great Victory, pay for it later.

Jai Lei = Girl, barbarian princess

Jing Ning = wastrel sent north to smarten up.


To say Jing Ning was a wastrel would be like calling water wet.  His abilities at wine and women exceeded many mortal men much to the consternation of his father.  His nights out were things of legend like a barbarian invasion.  Wine houses both feared and clamoured for his patronage, for he and his friends would empty their cellars within a week and leave them with enough gold to rebuild their destroyed shops with much left over.  This state of affairs ended abruptly one summer when after a tryst with a visiting noble's daughter while her father was in the room.  This almost caused the burning down of his Jing's father's estate by the irate noble.  Jing was sent north to the border in hopes to keep him out of trouble, more cynically perhaps to get him killed nobly, who knows.


Well Jing did, and it was a rather covert purpose, however for his own personal good Jing's death did not happen.  Despite being a besotted lush, he was quite adept at Kung fu, defeating four assassins while dead drunk.  This did however did lead him to getting lost in the mountains.  Jing's story would have ended here had it not been for a barbarian warrior who happened across Jing as he stumbled around the mountains.  Jing awoke pleasantly wrapped by a lithe barbarian woman and a fur coat.  There seemed to be some benefits for being almost assassinated and then getting lost in the mountains.


When she awoke they both had a heart to heart discussion on the matter at hand.  The fact that they did not speak each other's language well was only but a minor hinderance.  They soon discovered that to each other's dismay or delight that they were both equal in debauchery and also martial skills.  Their battles rang through the snow covered peaks of the mountains which provoked people to avoid them for fear of the horrible ghosts that warred during the day and the horrible animals that did horrible things during the night.


This state of affairs ended one day with Jing accidentally tumbling down the mountain and into a patrol who whisked him back to a border fort where he was commended on not dying horribly to his father's great dismay.  From that point on Jing vowed to be less extreme in his debauchery and to be more martially and socially focused.


Jing spent ten years at the border, earning his way to his position and neatly trouncing all the barbarians who were to come to threaten his section of the border.  Soon all across all the barbarian tribes his section of the Great Wall became feared as the "Stone that chips the Fang"  His heroic deeds and a gift from the Gods themselves allowed Jing to forge the golden spear Rising Majesty, which he used to singlehandedly defend the gates of the Wall earning him the name Undeterrable Jing.  


Another ten years passed in this manner.  During this time the barbarian attacks against the wall got worse and worse however Jing's prowess martially and tactically kept Shen Zhou safe.  Also during this time, legends of the "Warrior" began to arise.  This person was gathering forces, uniting the barbarian tribes against the Middle Kingdom.  Lavish gifts and promises came from the capital to Jing to get him to move against the barbarians.  However what did seem not forthcoming were the additional men or weapons that would assure him victory.  With his gifts he marched on the capital and presented them to the emperor.  The emperor pleased at Jing's gifts, sent him a detachment of his greatest soldiers to bolster his ranks.


So bolstered, Jing marched north.  He and his men hewed their way through the barbarian hordes all the while searching for their so called leader.  In his heart he knew who he would find, yet he hoped that it would not come down to it.  In the end, lost and without his men he came face to face with the barbarian girl he met so long ago.  She was not as she was, being older and harder much like the mountains around this harsh land.  When she spoke her voice sounded like the whispering of the wind through the mountains and her eyes were the colour of ice.  They both sat down while she told him her story.