Name: Mountain Monastery.

Size: Varies. Court Yard 200 feet long, 75 feet wide.

Properties: None. 

Player Capacity: 2.

Description: This Monastery in the mountains is home to a peaceful order of religious monks. It is beautifully kept with sand gardens and banzai trees. There is a small 25x25 foot raised platform in the center of the court yard that is often used for meditation. 

Flavor Text: Soft chanting often fills the narrow winding mountain paths that lead to this secluded monastery. In the winter the paths are full of snow, making travel all but impossible. It is in the spring that the true beauty of this divine place becomes apparent and life blooms all around it.

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She had come here to rest and to meditate, having found the discovery of new worlds existing entirely outside of her own reality quite unsettling and in need of answers. It wasn't meditation and answers that she found, however, when a man who appeared no older than herself had approached her and requested a duel. She could not fathom his reasons for such a request in this place, but she had recognized the years in his eyes, knowing he was far more experienced than his appearance indicated, just as she was. There was a familiarity in that, something recognizable even amidst all the chaos of her recent past and the journey beyond the borders of her own realm. 

She had accepted the challenge with a smile, glad to be given the opportunity to stretch her muscles and hone her skills, as she often found meditation easier in the midst of action. Moving meditation, she'd heard it called. The ability to use physical activity to further one's closeness and connection to the force. It was an elusive skill for most, but she had always found it far easier than sitting cross-legged and falling asleep. 

Stepping up to the raised platform in the center of the courtyard, she placed her left hand atop the saber on her hip and closed her eyes as she waited for the man to arrive, drinking in the sounds and smells and feel of the beautiful spring around her. It was all so very peaceful.