by Kivutar » Sun May 13, 2018 11:42 pm
With the business portion of their dinner tentatively concluded, Dewang turns to his large friend. “How about a game of weiqi? The loser has to drink three cups of wine.” He is not nearly drunk enough to challenge Baozi.
Wenchang happily agrees, and Dewang, only the more confident for all the wine he has drunk, gets off to a strong start.
Wenchang looks over the board soberly. He rubs his beard. “Hmm.” He then tries to remember the basic tactics. Nothing pierces through the pleasant fog but he can’t bring himself to admit it. Suddenly, a brilliant idea occurs to him. He has seen Dewang chant and meditate a hundred times, usually before something awesome happens. It can’t be that difficult.
Wenchang covertly watches Dewang take a sip out of the corner of his eye. He’s sure that he doesn’t see him, so he subtly moves his hands under the table, trying to knead thin air. “Spirits, listen to me, the master of mystic arts,” he whispers. “Grant me luck, oh benevolent deities!” He downs a cup, and the room suddenly sways a bit. Thrilled at this obvious sign from the elements, he confidently pushes a piece forward.
Dewang stares as Wenchang babbles loudly and flails around. He can’t seriously be trying -
He smirks. If Wenchang wishes…
Suddenly, the pieces seem to rise a little ways into the air. Before Wenchang’s eyes, they all sprout a tiny pair of legs. The pieces shiver for a moment, then begin to prance about the board. The black and white pieces join hands and trip around in a merry dance.
After a few moments, the pieces abruptly gather together and form a very rude word before breaking apart again and reforming into a valid position. One that is decidedly to Dewang’s advantage.
Wenchang watches with his mouth open. He rubs his eyes frantically. What the hell just happened? He definitely did not do that. Did he? Maybe, maybe he did. Maybe he possesses the powers of sorcery! He looks up at Dewang, only to see him double over with laughter. Wenchang bites his tongue, but then joins in the laughter. He pushes the last available stone and accepts defeat with a sheepish grin.
“I think this night deserves to end with a song,” Wenchang says and picks up the guqin. “Loudest wins!”
Dewang, still fighting laughter, agrees. He doggedly tries to match Wenchang’s deep voice, and very nearly does. Perhaps he even might have, if he weren’t continually stifling giggles. Wenchang is however determined to not lose face at least here, and puts all his effort into it, saving the laughter till the end.
“I think we are even,” says Dewang when he finally gets his composure back. He pours out three cups each, and they drink to the success of their new plan.
Lads accidentally rolled Sorcery instead of Strategy, got -4, and we decided that was way too funny not to include.
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Kivutar on Sun May 20, 2018 4:02 am, edited 1 time in total.
Then the LORD said to me, "Go again, love a woman who is loved by her husband, yet an adulteress, even as the LORD loves the sons of Israel, though they turn to other gods and love raisin cakes."
Hosea 3:1