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 Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2007 6:41 am
At the rear of the school on the pathway leading into the gardens - there is a black iron staircase with silver-gilded Gothic rails, upon every fourth support-pole theres a sharp spearhead pointing skyward. This is purely symbolic as to what waits atop. Many stairs lead the way up to the roof of the building. For a view across the school's land - there is no better place! But this is no place for taking an idle view of the surround, for along a short valley, carved into the very roof, there is a path leading straight to a fairly large outdoor fighting dojo. It is very long, and very wide. It is uneven, but it was built upon the roof a very long time ago. In each corner, a constant brazier burns letting off a fine white smoke which from the ground is invisible as cloud, and from above appears as a dense mist. They are high too, held upon metal pedestals around two meters high. The dojo floor is made of thick marble, black and green blocks built into the building - set with an ancient cement, not easily disturbed.
The top of the marble surface is not flat and polished as one might expect, but left in the fashion as it was hewn - although smoothed now and not jagged, perhaps by time and weather... perhaps by constant use in contest. Historically the rooftop arena was used for duels, during the time it was outlawed it was highly lucrative to keep a private ring for such events. Evidence of this is shown, with portraits within the building - tapestries, blocks with small holes in them is though rapiers were stood in them, and small memorials carved into the marble squares and filled with precious metals and gems. Most noticeably though by the solid white marble benches on three sides of the ring, originally believed to be fancy walls - this is still disputed by some - they are on the three sides which the stairs do not impose upon, one way in, two ways out... in death or in glory!
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2007 2:52 am
Walking down a garden path she comes to a halt as she notices a black staircase. Intrigued she walks towards it slowly setting a foot on the first step, her fingers slide softly over the rail and her senses become filled with anticipation as she feels a soft vibe tingling her fingertips. She walks up higher looking at the spearheads that keep dooming up and her gaze follows them into the sky. Coming at the end the faint smell of smoke fills her being as she looks in awe at the view that catches her eyes and a soft gasp escape her lips. Totally entranced by the marvel unfolding before her she walks around feeling humbled as she starts to understand where she is. Letting herself go into a light trance visions of the past start to take over her mind, sharing with her the secrets and events of its existence.
As the visions slowly faded and one single tear fell down her cheek she sat down on the marble floor, her soul quieted and serene.
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