Oak Town was known as one of the oldest locales where ancient tomes and items could still be found, where legends were still told about the legendary wizards of yesterday, and it had become the place where he had visited frequently. The game master came annually to visit the grave of his sister Emmi but more than that he found reasons to come to this old town and by this point could be considered as a second home for the gentleman. He had recently won a chest tournament last year and could find himself returning to defend his title against the amateurs who would likely show up this year as well, though likely he'd not as it wasn't fun.
This wasn't Emerick's reason for visiting the town today, he just wanted to have a lighthearted game with someone. There Emerick sat in the plaza of Oak Town at a square table of mahogany with one chair empty. Sitting on the table was an ornate chessboard of white and black marble with exquisitely detailed chess pieces layed out. Emerick was sitting behind the white pieces, giving the tactical advantage to whoever decided to have a game with him. There was someone in particular which Emerick was waiting on or so it seemed, as he had already declined a few challenges.
This wasn't Emerick's reason for visiting the town today, he just wanted to have a lighthearted game with someone. There Emerick sat in the plaza of Oak Town at a square table of mahogany with one chair empty. Sitting on the table was an ornate chessboard of white and black marble with exquisitely detailed chess pieces layed out. Emerick was sitting behind the white pieces, giving the tactical advantage to whoever decided to have a game with him. There was someone in particular which Emerick was waiting on or so it seemed, as he had already declined a few challenges.