1 The Pristine Pantheon, Meeting of the Gods. Sun Feb 04, 2018 8:18 am
Hastur
Dead
'Today, was a most Auspicious day.'
Runners with letters in hand would comb the capitol city of the nation looking for several key figures, more than required to find them as they sleuthed through the city in their uniform attire looking for people of import. In their hands, small scrolls, detailing on them a message from the Raikage. The letters were a special invite to the leaders of the other nations to come and meet with him atop one of the many mountains in the village. A simple request, but an important one from the host country they were all in. Though, with enough of them, it was more than likely that one or two may be intercepted.
Hastur sat atop his favorite mountain top, the lightning cavern where he had proven his ascension into the state he was in now having had the roof blasted into rubble leaving little more than a pristine plateau that overlooked the remainder of the country, though the path up was somewhat of a climb for most, the likes of the nations Kage as well as those whom caught Hastur's eye were welcome to come, sit, and gaze over Kumogakure's gorgeous panorama from the heights that would normally stand above the clouds, though today, there were very few in sight. Atop the mountain with him, there were four of his entourage, ANBU captains, but little more than servants, all of them female with decanters at their sides as well as the means to offer tea and other assortments should the request be met. Each of them having set up a futon as well as a tray, small hot pot of water and assorted tea leaves under a silver top to protect them from what little wind was up so high. Hastur eagerly awaited his guests, not for a moment looking back to his charges, each of them dressed in gold trimmed bronze coloured cloaks, and relatively well equipped as their rank would surmise.
'He wondered who would arrive first.'
The Exams that he had put into motion, seemed to be well under way, the genin that charged the field, tasked with their many overwhelming deeds would see the weak succumb, culled by the vicious series of trials that he himself had meticulously designed. But, due to this, he believed the strong thrive, earning their Chuunin titles in a manner worthy of praise, even if there would only be few. Some of the Kumo contenders looked promising, as did those from Konoha and Kirigakure, Iwa it seemed had a larger mercenary force routed from those who had recently fled Suna... a thought process which had him beginning to think about what exactly this influx of refugees meant for the Cloud nation, though, the people of Suna would likely happily do much for a sense of stability, and Kumo had always been a relatively stable nation for its people when under good leadership, so, with open doors many came, Kumo would accommodate, move them into positions for work and hopefully soften the blow to their economy.
Pouring his tea, one of the servants handed him a fine glass with gold running through cracks that seemed to have been adhorned over time with the ancient china glass. Making it look almost regal, and with a flawed kind of beauty.
"You know what is truly beautiful about this world?" He would seem to say aloud, knowing at least one of his newly arrived guests would hear what he was saying, as he sat, knee raised with his eyes focused in the far off distance. "It is that every moment of it, in some way, is fleeting. The world one second from now, is not the same as it was a second before, some integral part of it is gone.... I met with men from my village earlier today, and I thought to myself; were there no justice, and I were swayed to slay those whom i did not need, how many of these men would lay dead before me... would you care to know my answer? " The man would look over his shoulder, sighting his first guest as they arrived on the winds it seemed. A smirk crossing his lips as he waited a moment before continuing with his story. "Not a single one, they each held such great value, little more than laborers, yet vital. Such delicateness balanced upon the edge of a blade, such absolute fragility, like paper thin water crystal, yet, within it, lies a dormant strange resilience and ability to adapt to the harshest of circumstance. Though I digress."
Hastur would turn, looking to those who had come to him, having waxed poetic for perhaps too long in the face of his guests, he would stand, allowing them a chance to respond as he would look at those who had come, outstretching his arms in a flourish as he stood at a place that could only be called a throne at the seat of the world. Each of the people who had come here had likely come to talk about Kumogakure, Suna, and other important matters of state, Hastur to this end, accepted that such things were important. Though, he of course knew that on some other level there was also the matter of his position... they would likely want to gauge him, see if he was a danger, like a prior Raikage before him.
Hastur was a tall man, standing atjust over six feet tall, his Kage robe red with a golden over the shoulder cape that hung to one side embroiled with the symbol of his nation upon it. Though the symbol had been augmented with a backdrop of some other unfamiliar design. He was muscular and lean with exceedingly sharp and masculine features and olive skin. the only marks of any kind or signs of battle seemed to stem from marks on two of his fingers on his right hand, bearing signs of long healed callouses, a sign of a bowman pulling back the string of his art for sure, though he seemed to have no bow visibly on his person. The only item other than his cloak and the tight black Kevlar bodysuit he wore was a scroll to one side peeking out from under his cloak. And so, arms splayed wide, he would address the group as they all would arrive.
"Welcome, each of you, noble ninja of each of our fine nations. I had sought you here we could drink and discuss matters of import."