Sword Dojo #1 - Proper Education, Sword Alliances
Characters: Goroh, Students (will add as they come in)
What: Secret Sword Dojo. For swords. FOUR SWORDS GET IT LOL
Where: Outskirts of FDC
When: October 7th, at Nightfall
Rating: PG
That morning a rolled up scroll appeared under each student's pillow, tied with a small white string. It held specific directions to follow, to bring their weapons, and that he first meeting would be held that night, when the sun was going down in the horizon.
Following the instructions, students would soon find themselves close to a river on the outskirts of Final Destination, on a mountain overlooking the entire city. The air was slightly breezy but not too cold, and the multi-coloured leaves of the trees fell slowly to the ground from each breeze. It is a rather quiet, peaceful place. Goroh had scouted it a few weeks ago since he need a place to suit his needs. Quiet, compared to the usual...busybody of the school.
Goroh stood next to the river, He has a few swords laid on the grass for the few students he had invited that don't know sword fighting at all, as well as wooden weapons and outfits they'd be using for sparing. The first riddle he had sent was relatively simple, but he was pleasantly surprised at how many students had returned the box to him with the solution. For all their faults, many of the students were extremely bright students.
He never thought he'd be doing his father's work and starting his own secret dojo, but it seemed family history would follow him wherever he went. Such was the fate of a man who was named Samurai (thanks mom). Besides, the other teachers didn't seem to show much interest in sword fighting and he had the experience. It was like pieces of a Majong puzzle he couldn't ignore. He sighed softly as he heard the first pair of legs reaching the summit. This was going to be interesting.
What: Secret Sword Dojo. For swords. FOUR SWORDS GET IT LOL
Where: Outskirts of FDC
When: October 7th, at Nightfall
Rating: PG
That morning a rolled up scroll appeared under each student's pillow, tied with a small white string. It held specific directions to follow, to bring their weapons, and that he first meeting would be held that night, when the sun was going down in the horizon.
Following the instructions, students would soon find themselves close to a river on the outskirts of Final Destination, on a mountain overlooking the entire city. The air was slightly breezy but not too cold, and the multi-coloured leaves of the trees fell slowly to the ground from each breeze. It is a rather quiet, peaceful place. Goroh had scouted it a few weeks ago since he need a place to suit his needs. Quiet, compared to the usual...busybody of the school.
Goroh stood next to the river, He has a few swords laid on the grass for the few students he had invited that don't know sword fighting at all, as well as wooden weapons and outfits they'd be using for sparing. The first riddle he had sent was relatively simple, but he was pleasantly surprised at how many students had returned the box to him with the solution. For all their faults, many of the students were extremely bright students.
He never thought he'd be doing his father's work and starting his own secret dojo, but it seemed family history would follow him wherever he went. Such was the fate of a man who was named Samurai (thanks mom). Besides, the other teachers didn't seem to show much interest in sword fighting and he had the experience. It was like pieces of a Majong puzzle he couldn't ignore. He sighed softly as he heard the first pair of legs reaching the summit. This was going to be interesting.