Post by Tang Lung on Jan 14, 2015 13:56:22 GMT -7
The Ancient King Teucrus fought for twenty-five years to unify what Lialta is today. The old kingdoms were fraught with turmoil, and stood no chance against the raging waves of Teucrus' well ordered troops. His martial nature was bold, many fell to his soldiers. Teucrus had unified the lands, but was told of rebellion in Harena. The king hurried to the region, only to find the rebellion was a group of fighting pokemon being forced out of the surrounding caves. When one (some say it was a Hitmonlee) was struck down, Teucrus watched as its brethren shielded it and comforted it. He is said to have found compassion decreeing not another soul, human or not would be hurt under his rule. For the next 40 years until his death he reigned over the new, peaceful kingdom of Lialta.
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Dojo Lhasa was quiet as it always was. Besides the leaves rustling in the breeze, one could be forgiven were he to think Lhasa was closed. The Dojo, hidden deep in the Atra Woods betrayed its nature with a plain wood facade. Inside though was a different matter.
Several trainers stood in silence, some with their pokemon and many without. The Gym's Leader, Tang Lung, always stressed the importance of one's own physical condition and not just that of their pokemon. The plain bamboo walls held nothing, save for a small shrine at the rear to Teucrus.
The stranger who entered placed his shoes accordingly next to the entrance. None of the trainers paid him any mind. The man walked slowly to Teucrus' shrine, placing his hands in penance. No one worshiped Teucrus, but many venerated him as the compassionate king. In front of the shrine the stranger knelt. Slowly and deliberately he took a stick of incense lighting it, and placed it a holder.
Uttering nothing more than a whisper the stranger closed his eyes and murmured "Forgive me for what needs to be done". He stood, moving silently past a curtain onto the Gym Leader's floor.
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Dojo Lhasa was quiet as it always was. Besides the leaves rustling in the breeze, one could be forgiven were he to think Lhasa was closed. The Dojo, hidden deep in the Atra Woods betrayed its nature with a plain wood facade. Inside though was a different matter.
Several trainers stood in silence, some with their pokemon and many without. The Gym's Leader, Tang Lung, always stressed the importance of one's own physical condition and not just that of their pokemon. The plain bamboo walls held nothing, save for a small shrine at the rear to Teucrus.
The stranger who entered placed his shoes accordingly next to the entrance. None of the trainers paid him any mind. The man walked slowly to Teucrus' shrine, placing his hands in penance. No one worshiped Teucrus, but many venerated him as the compassionate king. In front of the shrine the stranger knelt. Slowly and deliberately he took a stick of incense lighting it, and placed it a holder.
Uttering nothing more than a whisper the stranger closed his eyes and murmured "Forgive me for what needs to be done". He stood, moving silently past a curtain onto the Gym Leader's floor.
