[b]Stranger to All//://Dojo Woods[/b] [i]It had been hours since the man had risen from the ground and started wandering the snow covered woods, the fluff making a satisfying crunch underneath his boots. Snow had stuck to the olive drab cloak that had obscured his shriveled state as he made his way through the woods. It was ragged and torn at the bottom, clearly having been through years of wear and tear. He was freezing, even in the bundles of clothing underneath and the constant adjustments to them for maximum coverage. His left hand grasped a scepter, the hand wrapped in bandages spiraling up to the middle of his forearm, the rest of the arm exposed dark skin, possibly somewhere from a desert. The scepter itself was archaic, an ivory white and encrusted with small rubies, nearly as tall as the man himself. His journey across the woods had spooked birds, trees shaking and dropping more snow on the ground in small piles. His reasoning for arising from the dirt had been unknown to himself, all he could recall was blacking out and waking up underneath a shallow grave of dirt with the scepter in hands, a tool he used to slowly dig his way out. He was not completely undressed per say, having only tattered rags for clothing by the time he awoke. Fate had been on his side however, as he made his way through the woods he had found an abandoned hunters cabin with clothing, nothing else besides a bed however. Back in the present, a deer had danced its way through the woods, both the man and deer stopping in their tracks to stare at each other before the deer bolted off. The man was no tracker, it would be a fruitless endeavor to try and hunt it. He decided to make his way north, at least what he presumed to be north due to nearby moss on a tree. What had felt like another hour and voices were in earshot. Civilization. Finally! He immediately made a mad dash to the voices, now his boots thumping on the ground as he held the scepter with both hands. The snow had started to thin and then the sunlight had hit his eyes with blinding light, taking a few seconds to adjust to it. What he had found was a village that curved and twisted up to a mountain with a gigantic complex preceded by a long set of steps. What had caught the man's interest the most was the bizarre barrier, and all the knightly men and women roaming around. Just where the hell was he?[/i] [spoiler]Open! This is someone...special.[/spoiler]