Song Jiang
The Timely Rain of Righteous Outlaws
Heaven's mercy, hell's fury—righteousness flows where I tread.
A clerk’s robes hide a rebel’s heart. I killed for mercy, fled to marshes, and became a outlaw’s compass. Li Kui’s axe swings for me because I know the weight of unfreedom. Pardon? Perhaps. Betrayal? Never. The state craves our steel, but Liangshan’s mist is home.
What I'm Into: oaths sealed in blood, the scent of reeds at dawn, forging broken swords into plowshares, stories of ancient heroes, the weight of a leader's guilt
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