Hmmn. I haven’t seen or heard of anyone quite like you, however I suppose you deserve a sort of welcoming. So welcome. As long as you do not become an obstacle in the way of my ambitions, then you will be received warmly.

( ooc;; WAHHHH. I’M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. ; O ; I wasn’t sure how to start it, SO I HOPE THIS IS OKAY!
And don’t mind this little roleplay here, dwrpmasterlist, it’s just a little crack roleplay between fuckyeahCaoCao and I!~ )


The throbbing pain within the cage of his skull was… Unbearable. Any and everything from any source of light, to the pressure of the pillow against his head seemed to aggravate him beyond belief. He tried to deal with it as he’d often managed to do… However today seemed particularly painful. The constant thumping between his ears, the wrenching pain that pulsed through his head and gripped his very skull… He cringed as his body lay sprawled across his low-laying tent within his chambers, which eventually lead to the desperate cries for a certain medic.

“Hua Tuo!” He called through the darkness created by the drawn curtains. It was funny, really, how no one was able to bring him to his knees but the own pain his body seemed to cause him.

“Hua Tuo!” He gasped again in agony, body rolling towards the edge of the thin mattress. He couldn’t take it anymore. Laying down wasn’t helping–in fact, it only made the pain grow, it seemed. He bit his tongue in attempt to distract himself from the pain. He knew very well that it was an internal cause, however the suffering he felt resembled that of something or someone hacking away at the side of his head. He couldn’t feel blood, and he knew it wasn’t there as the discomfort was not from a physical blow taken to the head, though he still felt compelled to look just in case there was an obvious way of healing the hammering within his head.

He soon realized yelling for his physician was no use and out came a heavy, agonizing sigh. Moving to stand, Mengde strode across the dim room towards a full-length mirror. With the blood rushing to his head upon standing abruptly–which he knew full well he shouldn’t have done–another groan of pain escaped him as he gripped his head and further stumbled towards the mirror. The pain would surely dissipate, however he wished it would do so immediately and not take it’s god-damn sweet time.

Guo Jia heard the roar of the plebeians from out the way down from the plaza. The victorious army had returned from the Battle of White Wolf Mountain. Cao Cao had taken his advice that “swiftness was the key to war,” and was able to overcome both the Wuhuan tribes and the last of the Yuan family. Which meant that Gongsun Kang had just deliver the heads of the two Yuan brothers. That meant the northern provinces would not be lost and the barbarians and the Yuan clan were a threat no more. Along with the fact that Liu Biao of Jing did not take advantage of Cao Cao’s absence. It was just as Guo Jia foresaw.

He wished that he was there at the plaza. To greet his lord on his momentous victory which would surely bring scores of men to help with the final conquest of the south and the west. Surely, Liu Biao, Liu Bei, Liang province, Sun Quan, Zhang Lu, and Liu Zhang were not to be underestimated. However, they did not have the resourcefulness nor brilliance that Cao Cao possessed. It would only be a matter of time until China is reunited again. However, would Guo jia himself live to see it?

Guo Jia heard footsteps behind him and saw Cao Cao himself. He noticed a strange discomfort in his eyes. He knew about the illness, sure, but did he know that it was fatal? Deciding against it, Guo Jia just replied with a laugh.

There is no need to worry, my lord. I was seeing what additional preparations were needed for the banquet tonight.

Guo Fengxiao, with all the strength he could muster, got up. This would be rather taxing on him since he already had the illness as a liability to deal with.

You know me too well, my lord. You know I am always willing to join you in any activity. Be it drinking, strategy or political discussion.

Guo Jia went behind a screen and got his clothes so that he wasn’t just wearing a robe. While changing, he gripped his chest as he felt another attack was coming. He nearly fall and caused the screen to slide a bit before regaining his footing. Guo jia had to make up something so that his lord wasn't concerned.

It was nothing, my lord. I just accidentally lost my footing and nearly tripped.

And that was what Cao Cao loved about him. Able, open and competent in many fields of study–another person he could discuss the scholarly works and epics of the past with in relative ease. While yes, he instilled his faith in other members of the forming Wei kingdom, most obviously his cousin, Dun, Dian Wei and Xu Zhu, but unlike Guo Jia, there were all… Brutish. The arts and literature, let alone politics were not anything of any interest to them, as they were more willing to storm the field and cut down any that stood in his way. It was this level of intellect amongst, many other factors, that Cao Cao found himself easily attracted to his strategist’s brilliant mind–not to mention on top of knowing that he more rightly suited Guo Jia’s talents than Yuan Shao had. That alone, forgetting everything else, was extremely pleasing to him.

As Guo Jia sat upright, Cao Cao merely watched and listened as he responded most positively towards his offer. Of course he would join him… He had no doubt in that, however if he was feeling quite ill, or at the very least unwell, then Cao Cao wouldn’t push him. Hell, the request he made was meant to be an informal one. His tactician’s company was all he desired, to be entirely honest, although food and wine would be a nice addition.

“A drink is easily transportable,” Cao Cao mentioned idly, back turning towards the screen Guo Jia made his way behind to change, however it was the sudden silence followed by a bit of commotion that caught his attention. Twisting at the waist, Cao Cao glanced over his shoulder at the paper screen. Quirking a brow at the stumble, he hesitantly turned away, made a sound of understanding in response to the excuse made by Guo Jia, and simply nodded to himself.

“If you are unwell, Guo Jia, I would much rather you rest.” He had no desire to make a close political ally and a comrade push himself for… For what? His happiness? It would do no good in the long run, he knew… Though at this point, he already seemed to have accepted his offer.

“I advise that you continue resting…” He mused, his feet carrying him towards the entrance of the strategist’s chambers, though pausing to speak to him once again. “As I’ve said, food and drink may also be easily brought to you.” Indeed, though perhaps company with his current state of affairs wasn’t too intelligent. A slight, hidden smirk came Cao Cao’s face as he turned towards the exit, feet carrying him swiftly out of the room after he spoke.

“Allow me to cater to you for a change.” Such a strange comment, though one he meant. Guo Jia was not seen as a subordinate, but rather a friend, if he dare say it, so he deserved to be treated as one. With the clipped mantle billowing behind him with his quick, abrupt steps, Cao Cao strayed headlong through the open corridors to retrieve the alcohol he so-desired. Anything from there on out, however, would be delivered by another, as the rest of his evening was to be spent with his adviser.

(sry that this took me forever)

The time for celebration was upon the capital. After many battles against the Yuan clan for seven years, victory was accomplished for the weary forces of the Emperor under the Prime Minister Cao Cao. With the defeat of the Yuan, their provinces were acquired for Cao Cao. Many festivities and other ways of celebrating the victory were being prepared. THe markets was bustling with merchants and consumers. It was really pleasing sight to any who gazed upon it.

This is what Guo Jia thought. His plan had worked and the Yuan were now in ruin or erased from history, never to take such a place ever again. He was resting in bed after his got taken by surprise from an illness. It was hard to part with his master but it had to be done.

As he watched from the balcony, he could only imagine the uproar when lord Cao Cao returns. Suddenly, as he was walking back to his bed, he gripped his chest. It was in immense pain. The pain was then accompanied by a coughing fit. As soon as the sudden attack was over, he stared at the floor. There was blood all over the floor. The illness was getting much worse. Guo Jia figured his time was limited. 

He got some rags in his room and started to clean up the mess. He then hid the rags somewhere so that no doctors or anyone else saw them. He didn’t want to burden anyone with the knowledge of his death coming. Despite this revelation, the smile that appeared as he saw the crowds in the busy city below didn’t disappear. It was not a time to be so down and depressed. However, Guo Jia wanted to spend one last time in a banquet, toasting to lord Cao Cao.

As the day went on and turned into night, Guo Jia laid himself on his bed. Hopefully, Cao Cao would appear and they could have one final party before Guo Jia leave his mortal coil and leave for the afterlife. 

It was difficult to part from Guo Jia. He, after all, held most if not all of Cao Cao’s admiration and trust. There was not a single day that went by without thanking whatever force that blessed him with such a talented mind. Guo Jia was certainly an asset to his ambition, as he devoted himself entirely to Cao Cao’s cause, though more than that, the Hero of Chaos found himself confiding in him more and more as time passed. Insightful, talented, and yet so social. He was certainly someone he found easy to get along with.

With nightfall blanketing the northern territory Cao Cao had now come to claim as his own, he arrived back to the capital only to find himself greeted by cheering, celebration and billowing indigo banners flying high. Yet, as he was presented with it all, he merely kept a modest expression. Striding through the streets on Shadow Runner’s back, the only other form of acknowledgement the proclaimed hero gave was the simple raise of his hand. This was not his doing. If anything, the spouted praises and celebrations should have been thrown for Guo Jia, and Guo Jia alone. It was his plotting and his ingenious ability to see through it all.

Although he parted from the public eye, the festivities commemorating Wei’s victory were still heard, though nothing more than a mere blur in the distance. There was no point celebrating a single victory when many still waited ahead on the ambitious road he swore to follow. His footsteps were quick as he swept through the corridors towards Guo Jia’s chambers. A set of armoured men nodded to Cao Cao as he approached, signalling that his strategist was present within his room rather than meandering amongst the celebratory crowds. A surprise, to be honest, as he was an individual fond of social gatherings and wine, although Cao Cao was quite pleased to know that he was available. A proper thank you was in order–a banquet of their own, perhaps. Yes, that sounded about right. An evening for Guo Jia including whoever else he so desired. Food, drink and entertainment. Surely that would be something to pique his interest.

Upon bypassing the men stationed outside his quarters–as demanded by Cao Cao himself–the Wei commander entered into Guo Jia’s chambers with a gasp of air to speak in praise, although his apparently planned speech deflated from his very lungs at the appearance of his trusted tactician in bed. In bed. Resting. How unlike him.

“I see even that the celebrations have exhausted even you,” he commented lightly. It was odd to hear from him as the strong, political figure he was, however such a tone was common for certain ears only–one of which being Guo Jia’s. “I don’t suppose you’d care to have a drink, would you?” An invitation, surely for more than a simple goblet of rice wine, as he deserved nothing but the best. Though it was funny… Even despite his current state of vulnerability where his declining health seemed to be so obvious… It was not something Cao Cao seemed to realize. Either Guo Jia hid it remarkably well as the cunning and clever strategist he was, or Cao Cao simply refused to come to terms with his impending fate.

Leaving further deployments up to his most-trusted strategist, Cao Cao relapsed back as his troops began to move. With a determined nod, he folded his arms over his chest and scanned the distant horizon, between the assembled cavalry and movement of able bodies. As confident as he was, he hadn’t the slightest clue of Yuan Shao’s plans. There were three primary locations to have under his control, he noted, before advancing was an option. Baima and Yanjin—which he currently held in his possession—but also Yangwu. It was a strategic location on the south side of the river west of Baima, and it would give them that much more insight over Yuan Shao’s movements, especially with the surrounding, flat shore expanding north of the river. The mountains to the west, however, were sure to present some difficulties and suspicion. God knew what Yuan Shao had hiding behind their defensive walls… Or would that be too Obvious? Cao Cao pondered as his forces dispersed, though his attention was taken by Guo Jia—his presence making one of those rare, calm smiles spread across the lips of the Wei commander.

“Ah, Guo Jia. Do tell me what you have planned. I’m more restless than I expected.” Tilting his head to glance down at the map his pleasure-seeking adviser rolled out before him, Cao Cao shifted his arms behind himself and clasped his hands calmly at his lower back. It was curious, to say the least, yet so intriguing to see what his strategist mapped out. His concerns and outlook was much different than his own, however, that was why Cao Cao trusted him so deeply. He saw things… Differently, and it was that intellect and outside view that earned the man the respect he deserved.

But retreat? Cao Cao’s brows arched in mild distaste, however he listened carefully. True, it would draw Yuan Shao out, or at least the largest portion of his forces, and as a larger group in a smaller, well-known area, Wei could overwhelm them. No doubt Yuan Shao was seeking control over the strategic areas Cao Cao already held, so perhaps if they hacked away at his forces little by little… Indeed. Guo Jia was correct.

“Naturally,” he commented idly, brow smoothing out as he lifted a hand to grasp his chin; the curve of his bend index finger and thumb smoothly guiding the dark facial hair together. His eyes narrowed in thought, though the slight incline of his lips remained as he pondered over the strategy presented before him. His dark eyes shifted towards Guo Jia, and with a slow nod, he accepted the conditions, much preferring them over his own. “You never fail to impress me, Guo Jia—”

“Father,” a blunt, expecting voice sounded from behind him. Familiar with the tone alone, Cao Cao lifted his head to look over his shoulder as his body twisted at the waist. Upon meeting his son’s gaze, showing that Cao Pi now had his attention entirely, the prince of Wei continued as he stepped forward and moved between Guo Jia and Cao Cao, demanding to make his presence known to all.

“I refuse to sit back and watch this pathetic battle drag out longer than it needs to. Allow me to engage the enemy ranks.” At first, Cao Cao averted his eyes towards his adviser, as if suggesting his input on the command his son delivered. However, his eyes quickly flittered away back to Cao Pi’s face, and with a shallow nod, he turned his attention back towards the map. His son was competent, so a little military experience would do him no harm. Perhaps it would even boost his force’s morale to know that someone of such high importance was out there amongst them serving the kingdom they vowed to protect with their very lives.

“Issue a withdrawal to the forces stationed at Yanjin. Do not advance passed the Yellow River and engage any forces heading south. Fall back to participate in the main skirmish here once our main forces retreat.” He demanded, to which Cao Pi merely nodded. Reaching for the reins of his near-by horse, he stepped up into the stirrup and hoisted himself onto its back; immediately kicking off with a small cavalry force already prepared for his deployment whether or not Cao Cao agreed.

( ooc: Assuming this is where Zhen Ji is headed. Whoever wants to join in on Wei’s side with Cao Pi can go ahead. )

Well obviously, Zhou Tai will probably team himself up with Quan (for great justice/shipping purposes), if Xiahou Yuan’s player permits, I can have Ce team up with him—nothing like close and long range combatants teaming up—and Guan Yu can probably take Lu Bu…which then leaves the problem of Zhuge Dan.

SOMEONE CAN TOTALLY BE BROS WITH GUAN YU AND THEY CAN TAKE ON THAT TEAM.

EDIT: SUN CE AND XIAHOU YUAN TEAM UP. IT’S HAPPENING. now the matter is who to fight. They could totally take on the musical ladies, since avoiding fighting the opposite gender ain’t happening.

So then what do we do with Yuan Shao and Cao Cao, considering they will be chilling back in the main camp?

Well, if Cao Cao and Cao Pi need to take the respective ladies back to Wei, Chances are they eventually advance and Yuan Shao is all like ‘lol fuck advancing my nobility/sexy ass will keep me right up in this motherfucking main camp stfu cao cao’

It’s not my fault that Yuan Shao depends on a bunch of women to lead his forces. 

Actually, I’ll probably have Cao Cao send Pi out to join the fray so all of his posts aren’t of him twiddling his thumbs and waiting for his troops to complete their jobs of kicking Yuan Shao’s ass, and also to not-so-romantically recruit / force Zhen Ji into marriage. 

I’ll probably have Cao Cao jump in as well if he’s to escort Cai Wenji out of Yuan Shao’s hands. It’d make more sense rather than to have one of their forces capture her, or whatever I think. 

Also, I was going to leave the team-splitting up to you guys or to Guo Jia, as he is the strategist. Totally your call who you want to bump heads with. One / both of the Cao’s will most likely join one of the groups at some point in time though, if there are no objections.

Clearly, someone’s got to do the advancing, because as Ce said, SOMEONE WON’T GET THEIR PANSY ASS OUT OF THEIR MAIN CAMP.