[b]Perched atop a tree stump, a man in grey robes meditates. His face is not able to be seen, but his black hair flutters in the wind. His robes swing back and forth. Looking at the man, the light refracts into different colors along the ground and the wind picks up.[/b][i]Ah, hello traveller. Welcome to the Dojo.[/i][b]The man says. He is obviously young and calm.[/b][i]All come here in search of something. For some it is knowledge.[/i][b]The light on the ground shifts into the image of a vast room filled with books.[/b][i]For others it is for power.[/i][b]The image then shifts into that of a sword and shield crossed.[/b][i]And others... others come for destruction.[/i][b]The image finally shifts into a strange, dark red shape that is surprisingly frightening. [/b][i]So, what do you seek?[/i][b]The man turns around and his light blue eyes sparkle in the light.[/b]