Touch me. Touch me like you didn't touch me last night.

            Man, I did NOT sleep enough tonight. But that's okay, 'cause I got several pages of Mo-Lan Devils out of it.

            For photo reference of the type of old Chinese inn I’m talking about, I provided two pictures. The first floor was traditionally open, and functioned as a restaurant and bar. The balcony lead to rooms where people could stay for the night.

            Also included is a shot of a the type of traditional wine urn that they would be using, minus the labels. These came in a myriad of sizes, from the one shown to massive, three-foot tall versions.   

            For weapon reference, I have provided pictures of a flexible tai chi sword (imagine one slightly longer) and a Chinese broadsword (imagine one about, oh, three-times that size).

( Here are the pics...skip to the next cut if you're not really that interested and wanna jump straight to the story... )

Now, to the story...

( In which me meet the first of the Mo-Lan Devils, and a big-ass Mongolian... )

benjamin
No longer drunk