The Falls

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Poisonous Yu Ping	At the edge of a steep cliff overlooking the magnificent waterfalls that Shu Jing was well known for, Yu Ping meditated quietly. He had walked here after the destruction of the small, nameless fishing community much, much farther up the river. It was unfortunate, an act of merciless violence that could have been prevented had Yu Ping willed it. It was, however, the way of the world. The weak and unprepared often fell prey to the strong and the ambitious. History is wrought with the stories of those who seized power, and were eventually stopped by the more powerful. Yu Ping would have come to the aid of the villagers, but it would've made them weaker. Crippled them, instead of empowering them. It was true, they were more than hospitable neighbors. Fish, rice, and tea were offered to him freely. With such gives they staved off the ire of Master Ping's poison, but that did not make him indebted to them. The majority of the village survived the raid, and they would rebuild. They would be stronger now. They would know not to rely on the charity of others, and the next time someone dares to take their belongings, they will fight. Content in the knowledge that he had done the right thing by not hindering the progress of those common people, Yu Ping continued his meditations, listening to the roaring of the waterfalls nearby.
Mood: Poisonous Condition: Just getting started	Link:

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Poisonous Yu Ping	Suddenly, as if struck by lightning, Yu Ping stood, quickly, leaning one hand against the old dead tree on the cliff beside him. Rarely did his meditations reveal anything to him, but when they came, they were often profound and vivid. Yes, Poisonous Yu Ping, master of the Serpent Fist style, was headed east. Destiny awaited him somewhere in the east. All he needed to do was go west a little ways, first. So he could find a boat.
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