Atrisia
Masamune’s Swordsmith and Training Hall
A man was walking a simple road. He was wearing simple Atrisian-looking robes and a simple straw hat. He had a single weapon with him, a sword on which he rested his left arm while walking. It was attached to his belt and the blade within the sheath was facing upwards, towards the sky. He didn't look like he was here for trouble and those were not his intentions. The road lead to the place where the great swordsman and master swordsmith, Masamune, lived. It was also the place where he taught students who were willing to learn the arts of swordsmithing and of the blade. The man was going there exactly for that reason. He wanted to learn how to become a master of the art of the blade.
After a while of walking, he finally arrived at the entrance to the place. He stopped there and waited. He wasn't sure if he was allowed to just enter or not, but the place didn't look very large, so someone would surely notice him soon. He reached into a small bag he was carrying and pulled out an old flute. Haven’t played on you for a while now, old companion. He thought. Then he sat down, leaned against a piece of wood and started playing a melody on his flute. It was a peaceful and calm melody, reminding him of a time of peace, without war or conflict, but that was all that it was, a melody. In reality there was war and conflict going on all around them, but there were always things like his melody that reminded people of a better time, a time of peace.
@[member="Masamune Tametomo"]
Masamune’s Swordsmith and Training Hall
A man was walking a simple road. He was wearing simple Atrisian-looking robes and a simple straw hat. He had a single weapon with him, a sword on which he rested his left arm while walking. It was attached to his belt and the blade within the sheath was facing upwards, towards the sky. He didn't look like he was here for trouble and those were not his intentions. The road lead to the place where the great swordsman and master swordsmith, Masamune, lived. It was also the place where he taught students who were willing to learn the arts of swordsmithing and of the blade. The man was going there exactly for that reason. He wanted to learn how to become a master of the art of the blade.
After a while of walking, he finally arrived at the entrance to the place. He stopped there and waited. He wasn't sure if he was allowed to just enter or not, but the place didn't look very large, so someone would surely notice him soon. He reached into a small bag he was carrying and pulled out an old flute. Haven’t played on you for a while now, old companion. He thought. Then he sat down, leaned against a piece of wood and started playing a melody on his flute. It was a peaceful and calm melody, reminding him of a time of peace, without war or conflict, but that was all that it was, a melody. In reality there was war and conflict going on all around them, but there were always things like his melody that reminded people of a better time, a time of peace.
@[member="Masamune Tametomo"]