Welcome to Gaia! ::

The training room is a huge room with antique armors and weapons lining all four of the walls. Above the grand doorway into the room two massive battle axes cross eachother, and across the top of the doorway, burned deep into the wood that makes the top of the door frame are the words "Honor to the victor, but most important, knowledge to the opponents".

The middle of the room raises up about four inches out of the ground making something of an arena in which to spar or practice your skills. There is a book layed open on an old table next to the door with countless spells to augment the room. Spells to summon opponents, to conjure obsticals, manifest weapons, and alter the environment within the arena, but not the outlying area around it, leaving room for spectators.

So long as the arena is not left, anything that happens to those inside will never be leathal. Sword wounds, burns, magical injuries, all simply wear down the participants until the point that they collapse or pass out from fatigue, at which point the arena returns to it's neutal state and the arena personell will be notified to assist the combatant(s).

In the middle of the arena was an very large tiger laying on it's side, seemingly asleep. With a smile Ontaros calls out "Sasha, we have company today." The tiger stirs and looks over at Sere. The tiger took a moment to assess the situation before she walked over slowly. "Have a good sleep?"

The tiger licked it's paw and starts rubbing at one of it's eyes when something unexpected happened, the tiger spoke "Fairly well I guess. A nice catnap at least." She sniffed the air in Sere's direction, inching a little closer. "Pheasant?" The tiger licks her chops.

Ontaros laughs "Thats what Sere just had for lunch." he looks to Sere "This is Sasha."

Ontaros scratches Sasha behind the ear, pats her head and smiles "The book over there is where you can go to add a little spice to your training. You want terrain? Obsticals? Enemies? All can be summoned from that book, so you can customize your training. I appologize if my handwriting isn't the best, I was in something of a hurry to write it." He laughs a little and pats Sasha on the back. She lays down by his feat, still seeming quite lazy.

Ontaros smiles "Sasha here keeps me on my toes. I feel peoples movements tend to be more routine and less instinct, you know what I mean? She always seems to come up with something new to catch me off guard every so often." He laughs thinking about her question "I wouldn't want to pawn off my horrible penmenship on someone else. Atleast if you cant read what I write you know who to ask."

Ontaros shakes his head "This room in appearance is unbelievably basic, but in reality is incredibly intricate when you really think about it. But yeah that's all there is to this place really, the book and the arena. Should you get a little carried away there are people on stand by to come in and help you out should you pass out from exhaustion. Also wounds in the arena wont be fatal or even permanent so don't worry too much about it, go nuts." he nods.

Ontaros nods to the arena "Feel free to take it for a ride. If you have any questions during I'd be able to answer while I'm right here." He shrugs "but then again you did just eat, fighting on a full stomach can be a bad idea." A hand comes up to his tummy thinking about a personal experience.

Ontaros shrugs "Well I cant really speak for anyone else but I spend time here daily, that much I can vouch for. As I say, the mind can only go as far as the body can take it, and the body can only go as far as the mind can will it..."

With an arched brow Ontaros responds "What makes you so sure that death is the better of the two? One would think that success would be better than defeat." His head tips to one side again.