[b]I stand on the top of the hill, awaiting those who seek me.[/b] [i]This land was once home to a legendary creature, who coexisted with man and lived his days in peace. In the fall season, the beast left, with no indication as to where it went: perhaps to escape the growing violence of man. There is no knowing, but one thing is certain: The legend of the beast lingers on the hill. As years go by and seasons change, the hill lies frozen in autumn. Its lone tree stands, void of leaves, as the wind blows endlessly through. As honorable duels grow, the land will grow in turn. So fight well, and have fun: This is the Old Autumn Hill.[/i]