Act I
“May awe” “May awe” “May awe” the peculiar call of a peacock greeted the perpetual rolling fog that lived along the mountain range of the island of five elements. The morning sun doing nothing to penetrate said fog only highlighting it. While the sun did nothing for the mountain range, it did bless the Oceanside and docks of the island. The rolling grasslands basking in the opening rays of sunlight, happy for the morning pick-me-up of vitamin D. Inspire if whatever dreariness one would associate of an abundance of fog the island did not give off such a feel. The air was crisp, the water was clear and clean and their seemed to be a gentle bustle going on further up the mountain range. A small village of monks were well into their duties for the day whether it was harvesting grain or Collecting water from one of the many paddies on the side of the mountain……
A few others see honing their craft against one another, testing each other’s mettle and sharpening their skills. Their grunts serving to create an effort inspired chorus for the goings on in the surrounding area. Even though it would seem a waste to be training this early and so much, when many a traveler had tried to conquer then and all had failed….it never hurt to keep your blade sharp. The attempts to conquer their lands had left the monks weary of the outside world and aggressive and untrusting of any outsider, and that was how they liked it. They enjoyed keeping to themselves and not worrying about he outside world and it’s troubles
A gentle wind rolled over the shoulders of some of the monks covered in their daily robes. Made with maneuverability and the mountainous climate that they made their home. It helped to keep the wind off their bodies as they began the day with multiple hours of dedicated meditation. Expelling the troubles of the prior day and finding their center and calm for they day that was to come. After all a sharp mind is deadlier than a sharp weapon in their opinion…..
The monks were not the only ones who called Fog hill of the Five Elements home. They shared these lands with the peacocks. Not orimdinary peacocks as one would assume no, these peacocks could fight…astronomically well for animals as a matter of fact. While they lacked hands and arms they had powerful legs and hind quarters combined with extreme sharp talons, they made for dangerous adversaries
With it being so early in the day though, the land birds were grazing at the base of the mountain range and in the fields in-front of it. Allowing the sun to gradually warm their bodies from the night before and start their metabolisms up. Some members of the flock rough housing and pecking at each other to establish their spot among each other. Others finding a warm patch of grasss to groom themselves. Sharp beaks gentling rummaging through luscious green and blue feathers, preening itself and checking for any loose feathers within
All in all it started as a day like any other a delicate ecosystem operating as it had come to
@Mr. Anderson