Sprung forth amid the deserts surrounding the Wind Country lies a temple, from wherein the many daily recitations and prayers to the Buddha and the Boddhi can be heard. Throughout the exterior features you hear as the winds push through a series of vents and tunnels, creating a soft melody, shifting the sands outside of them in eddies and merely hearing them a sense of calmness overcomes you, as if manifest enlightenment drifts forwards from within. You realize, however, that as you look at these features, they are only the beginning of the outer walls of the temple, and you can clearly see a little further inside that a man walks atop a balcony, warmly smiling at you upon arrival. Unsure of whether or not you will enter he merely bows to you, wishing you well, although you cannot hear this affirmation. After a brief moment the monk heads on his way. Should you choose to proceed further you will come to one of four gates, as the rest of the complex is nestled into bedrock and sand, and be greeted by one or two warrior monks, still young in life and willing to protect the temple at all costs. These men will weigh you and your soul, possessing a gaze that seems to move directly through you, and upon acceptance allow you to enter the temple beyond.
As you enter further you see more aesthetic pieces of work with the very winds carved into them or that were carved by them, and while the temple bears a central honour to the Buddha you hear recitations to Kokuzo mingled in with them as well. Progressing further into the temple you come across multiple sanctuaries as well as the central focus chamber, wherein many monks are amid the recitations you heard earlier. As you pass into the next chamber, you see a monk come towards you, offering you a free meal. The sense and feeling of chakra in the air around you builds as you begin to understand, on a more spiritual level, the significance of this, the Wind Temple.
The furthest chamber which you can enter is a solitary prayer chamber, with but a handful of monks paying homage to Kokuzo, to whom this temple was dedicated upon founding.
Rules of The Wind Temple: • Chakra/Stamina restoration posts count for double within these halls • Combat is not permitted in this locale
Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2017 1:19 pm
XAyame_HatakeX
WELCOME to Sunagakure!
It's a magical land........of sand! Please post document style only.
Petrel Ianthine
A party of 5 arrived at the temple of wind, they were met at the gates by the monks who dedicated their lives to service. A short, pale, fit lady probably around Lucius' age. Was at the head and bowed to the monks."Hello, my name is Petrel Ianthine, We are here to have a meeting with the Kazekage of Sunagakure, would you mind if we waited inside until they arrived?" The monks looked at her guards and their weapons."You are most welcomed, but we let all guests know that violence is not tolerated within our halls."Petrel nodded and bowed as did the guards with her. They followed the monks to an area where they could rest from their journey as they awaited for the Kazekage.
It had been several weeks since he first arrived at the Temple. At first, he had been incredibly restless. He wanted to go- to do! Train, run, fight! Anything, but sit on a platform all day and breath. The monks, however, had insisted it was the way. To learn the Pi Qua Quan style, to truly learn it, he had to seek out the original practitioners: the Buddhist Monk's the resided in the Temple of Wind. He had not trained any since he had been here. Instead, Monk Hotatu, the one he had been studying under, had him meditate daily on this platform for several hours. As a consequence, it left Karuto with a lot of time to dwell on his thoughts. At first he distracted himself with daydreams: battle combinations and cool heroic daydreams. He didn't know how but Hotatu always seemed to know what he was thinking. He would open his eyes and see the old man shaking his head at him with a grin on his face.
Slowly, ever so slowly, Karuto's mind started to wander towards deeper things. These revelations were guided by the daily lessons Hotatu would impact upon him after his meditations. He would ask Karuto what he thought about, and what those thoughts meant. "One cannot become strong until they learn balance, Karu" He repeated, almost daily. The 'balance' he spoke of eluded him. He struggled with it, and despite all the questioning in the world, Hotatu would not tell him what he meant. Days, weeks passed like this. Eventually, he was allowed to partake in the daily stretching sessions with the monks. The exercises always left his muscles burning more than any body building session he had ever participated in. It was oddly relaxing. Despite the harsh and strange movements, his meditations had taught him to clear his mind and be calm. It was during one of his sessions on the pedestal the the revelation came to him: peace of mind within the den of battle...balance. In his excitement, he opened his eyes, grinning like a fool.
He saw Hotatu staring at him across the courtyard, grinning back.
A few weeks later, Karuto stood at the main gate of the temple, his humble pack on his back. Hotatu stood opposite of him, his hands hidden in the fold of his robes "I have something for you" The monk said, revealing an item he had been concealing. He handed Karuto a small wooden box. Upon opening it, Karuto revealed a small chain, one worn by the monks of the temple, a scroll detailing illustrations of advance Pi Qua Quan stretches drawn by Hotatu's own hand, and a seal scroll simply titled 'When you are ready' Karuto closed the box and bowed to the old man "Thank you, sensai"
Seven foot four was truly an impressive height. Lilith had never seen someone so giant. There was no way to take all of him in over her book. It disheartened her to lower her favorite novel. Nonetheless, she had a task to perform. She appeared alone as she walked toward the leaving male. Her smile was first apparent, followed by a slight bow. "Good evening, Sunagakure Chuunin Karuto Raiken." She said. Her sunagakure headband, which was a sash around her waist, became more apparent when she rose. "I was told that you would be here. May I have a moment to discuss how the progression of your squad is going?" She asked gently, her book now in the grip of both of her hands as they hung in front of her. Her thin framed glasses and chop stick held bun did not make her seem at all intimidating. If Karuto ever stepped in the Sunagakure office then he might recognize her as the office clerk.
