Post by almogpas on May 8, 2013 22:01:52 GMT -5
April 20th, Early Afternoon, 23CLE
Previous events of that day:
Narra entered Irelia's service as a guard? Something else? She was not sure. What she was sure of though, was that Irelia wouldn't be enough for her. She needed more. She wanted to master the way of the sword with a fighting style that was ancient and powerful. Knowing that Irelia would never teach her the Hiten style, Narra decided to try interacting with Yi, the master of the Wuju style. Instead of stopping at the inn she stayed at to recover her equipment she got on Sara and raced toward Yi's dojo, using the locals' guidance for tracking it down.
Sara ran as fast as she could, carrying Narra like that. The tiger raced through the forests of Ionia, 5 miles from the Placidium until they reached the Dojo. The building looked quite simple, as befits the humble Master of the Wuju Style. The place felt quiet, almost harmonic. Narra got off of Sara and walked by foot to the doorway.
She knocked on the door 3 times using the large, metal rings that rested on the doors. The wood was hard, the metal soft. It made the knock sound like a loud sigh, a calming sound rather than a loud knock. She stood by the door, waiting.
Previous events of that day:
Narra entered Irelia's service as a guard? Something else? She was not sure. What she was sure of though, was that Irelia wouldn't be enough for her. She needed more. She wanted to master the way of the sword with a fighting style that was ancient and powerful. Knowing that Irelia would never teach her the Hiten style, Narra decided to try interacting with Yi, the master of the Wuju style. Instead of stopping at the inn she stayed at to recover her equipment she got on Sara and raced toward Yi's dojo, using the locals' guidance for tracking it down.
Sara ran as fast as she could, carrying Narra like that. The tiger raced through the forests of Ionia, 5 miles from the Placidium until they reached the Dojo. The building looked quite simple, as befits the humble Master of the Wuju Style. The place felt quiet, almost harmonic. Narra got off of Sara and walked by foot to the doorway.
She knocked on the door 3 times using the large, metal rings that rested on the doors. The wood was hard, the metal soft. It made the knock sound like a loud sigh, a calming sound rather than a loud knock. She stood by the door, waiting.
