1 Worms (A rank Defender Mission) Wed Jul 18, 2018 4:42 am
Tian-Di
D-rank
Code:
Mission name: Defend Village Camps.
Mission rank: C-S.
Objective: Protect army camps from Rogue threats.
Location: Border camps.
Reward: Variable ryo + 2-5 EP.
Mission Description: Independent factions often target the border camps, defend them however you need to.
Development References: What Lies Beneath Event.
Mission Details: While at a border camp, a group of bandits led by a rogue ninja will appear and must be defended against, they are at least of equal ninja rank with two chosen chakra natures and all Library techniques of their rank and lower. If this mission is done with another Player Character in opposition who is taking the Attack Village Camps mission, both participants may claim rewards for both missions as if they had completed them when handing in the reward for this mission and it counts as a mission of the highest rank the two of them could accomplish together.
Sunagakure was as many said a cursed land. It came as no surprise to the seers and oracles native to the blighted country that its omens and portents were singularly baleful in nature. Visitations involving yokai and the spirits of the dead were brushed aside as merely laggard after-effects of the crisis. Even the birth of deformed animals, calves with ten legs or a piglet whose face contorted into something almost human were dismissed as just another indicator of the troubled times. Thus it was that no one wondered if a deeper malaise was at work. Not merely the depredations of heaven upon an impious community but something truly foul that had slithered it's way into the firmament.
Whatever this alien malignance's agenda it had begun to manifest itself among the refugee camps housing Suna's dispossessed masses. Bandit's had surely been preying upon unwary travellers with the vagabonds slitting throats at even the slightest hint of easy ryo. While tragic in their own right these murders were quite unlike the more ominous deaths that had been reported recently. The attacks were carried out with surprising ferocity, bodies mutilated in ways that suggested both bestial ferocity and an all too human intellect.
Claws and fangs had shredded flesh crushing ribs and tearing sinew as if they were the lightest of chiffon fabric. A woman taking her family's clothes down to the river to wash had come across a mangled torso a tree branch skewered through its chest. Though swarming with carrion it was clear that the macabre trophy had been dismembered by teeth of uncommon strength. Worse still was the pile of offal discovered by children playing with a kemari ball on the outskirts of one of the camps. At first, the youths had been completely blind to its nature as indeed the adults they called to identify the pile. Careful inspection soon turned up a cache of flayed skins very much human in nature.
Stories began to spread of bogeymen and night terrors. The older among the camps started exchanging grim glances amongst each other. All across the shanty towns and hovels, the word Jugo was uttered low on the lips of crones and gaffers alike. Fathers and daughters were taken aside as the patriarchs and matriarchs of Sunagakure related the tales of the beast men that roamed the wilds. Red of hair and black of temperament the Jugo were a scourge to civilisation. Though not as common as they once were the elders had witnessed first-hand or had heard stories about one of these barbarous aberrations preying upon good civilised folk.
Much like the undead – the stiff corpses that drained chakra Jiang-Shi or the airborne decapitated heads the Nukekubi the Jugo were primordial terrors had to be cleansed by fire and steel. Once peaceful folk now saw violence as the only recourse and a pogrom was instigated against those of wild blood. Several lynchings were carried out against those bearing traits typically associated with the Jugo clan. Reddish hair and an unkempt appearance had become a death sentence in some cases. Finally, a real Jugo clan member was found wandering drunkenly among the hills. A mob of enraged peasants descended upon the man with makeshift weapons. Though the inebriated tramp killed several of his attackers with claws and fangs he was beaten into submission by sheer force of numbers then burned at the stake later that day.
For a time the mothers of Sunagakure rested easy knowing that their children were safe from harm. Until the killings started again even more brutal than before. Now thoroughly desperate the people of Sunagakure reached out to the other villages and in a gesture of goodwill Kirigakure dipped into its governmental coffers and purchased the services of a Mr Tianlan Se Long, known to the public as Di.
Di had made the trip to Sunagakure in his natural draconic state. The aerial view did not paint a pretty picture of events. Though Di had little knowledge of the recent history of Suna he could see that the land had been wracked with all manner of strife. Buildings had been reduced to rubble while crops were despoiled leaving barren fields.
Though Di had borne witness to atrocities in the world of man this was on a completely different scale. Even the Yatagarsu killings, terrible as they were couldn't compare to the suffering on display here. Things got even worse when Di descended to earth making a circumspect transformation behind a copse of trees. Sickness and poverty ran rampant across the land. Filthy children cried for their mother's distended bellies swollen with gasses. Emaciated elderly figures waited moaning as their families lacked the food to feed them. Small pockets of relief could be seen as ninja from the other village came to provide some small service. However, this seemed like cold comfort to those whose lives were already slipping away.
The world under the ocean was nothing like this. Even the least among dragons was afforded far more dignity and support than these wretched souls. No monarch there would allow such calamity to befall his subjects. Di felt a wave of self-recrimination – were he not such a child he could do something about this greater crisis. Where a true dragon king or god could bring healing to this land he could do nothing but play detective.
But that was something right?
Choking down his doubts Di steeled his resolve. As Di understood it there were those among the ones he had met in the human world who had come to Kumogakure on their own missions. Sending messenger hawks ahead of him Di had instructed the birds to take a written missive to those he considered his friends asking for assistance with this case. He had no idea what he was dealing with here and diving in head-first alone was a fool's errand. Should the raptors find such persons the letters would give details on where to find Di and the basic outline of events leading up to the case. Not easy work but Di suspected that his friends were up to the task.
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Mission name: Defend Village Camps.
Mission rank: C-S.
Objective: Protect army camps from Rogue threats.
Location: Border camps.
Reward: Variable ryo + 2-5 EP.
Mission Description: Independent factions often target the border camps, defend them however you need to.
Development References: What Lies Beneath Event.
Mission Details: While at a border camp, a group of bandits led by a rogue ninja will appear and must be defended against, they are at least of equal ninja rank with two chosen chakra natures and all Library techniques of their rank and lower. If this mission is done with another Player Character in opposition who is taking the Attack Village Camps mission, both participants may claim rewards for both missions as if they had completed them when handing in the reward for this mission and it counts as a mission of the highest rank the two of them could accomplish together.
Sunagakure was as many said a cursed land. It came as no surprise to the seers and oracles native to the blighted country that its omens and portents were singularly baleful in nature. Visitations involving yokai and the spirits of the dead were brushed aside as merely laggard after-effects of the crisis. Even the birth of deformed animals, calves with ten legs or a piglet whose face contorted into something almost human were dismissed as just another indicator of the troubled times. Thus it was that no one wondered if a deeper malaise was at work. Not merely the depredations of heaven upon an impious community but something truly foul that had slithered it's way into the firmament.
Whatever this alien malignance's agenda it had begun to manifest itself among the refugee camps housing Suna's dispossessed masses. Bandit's had surely been preying upon unwary travellers with the vagabonds slitting throats at even the slightest hint of easy ryo. While tragic in their own right these murders were quite unlike the more ominous deaths that had been reported recently. The attacks were carried out with surprising ferocity, bodies mutilated in ways that suggested both bestial ferocity and an all too human intellect.
Claws and fangs had shredded flesh crushing ribs and tearing sinew as if they were the lightest of chiffon fabric. A woman taking her family's clothes down to the river to wash had come across a mangled torso a tree branch skewered through its chest. Though swarming with carrion it was clear that the macabre trophy had been dismembered by teeth of uncommon strength. Worse still was the pile of offal discovered by children playing with a kemari ball on the outskirts of one of the camps. At first, the youths had been completely blind to its nature as indeed the adults they called to identify the pile. Careful inspection soon turned up a cache of flayed skins very much human in nature.
Stories began to spread of bogeymen and night terrors. The older among the camps started exchanging grim glances amongst each other. All across the shanty towns and hovels, the word Jugo was uttered low on the lips of crones and gaffers alike. Fathers and daughters were taken aside as the patriarchs and matriarchs of Sunagakure related the tales of the beast men that roamed the wilds. Red of hair and black of temperament the Jugo were a scourge to civilisation. Though not as common as they once were the elders had witnessed first-hand or had heard stories about one of these barbarous aberrations preying upon good civilised folk.
Much like the undead – the stiff corpses that drained chakra Jiang-Shi or the airborne decapitated heads the Nukekubi the Jugo were primordial terrors had to be cleansed by fire and steel. Once peaceful folk now saw violence as the only recourse and a pogrom was instigated against those of wild blood. Several lynchings were carried out against those bearing traits typically associated with the Jugo clan. Reddish hair and an unkempt appearance had become a death sentence in some cases. Finally, a real Jugo clan member was found wandering drunkenly among the hills. A mob of enraged peasants descended upon the man with makeshift weapons. Though the inebriated tramp killed several of his attackers with claws and fangs he was beaten into submission by sheer force of numbers then burned at the stake later that day.
For a time the mothers of Sunagakure rested easy knowing that their children were safe from harm. Until the killings started again even more brutal than before. Now thoroughly desperate the people of Sunagakure reached out to the other villages and in a gesture of goodwill Kirigakure dipped into its governmental coffers and purchased the services of a Mr Tianlan Se Long, known to the public as Di.
Di had made the trip to Sunagakure in his natural draconic state. The aerial view did not paint a pretty picture of events. Though Di had little knowledge of the recent history of Suna he could see that the land had been wracked with all manner of strife. Buildings had been reduced to rubble while crops were despoiled leaving barren fields.
Though Di had borne witness to atrocities in the world of man this was on a completely different scale. Even the Yatagarsu killings, terrible as they were couldn't compare to the suffering on display here. Things got even worse when Di descended to earth making a circumspect transformation behind a copse of trees. Sickness and poverty ran rampant across the land. Filthy children cried for their mother's distended bellies swollen with gasses. Emaciated elderly figures waited moaning as their families lacked the food to feed them. Small pockets of relief could be seen as ninja from the other village came to provide some small service. However, this seemed like cold comfort to those whose lives were already slipping away.
The world under the ocean was nothing like this. Even the least among dragons was afforded far more dignity and support than these wretched souls. No monarch there would allow such calamity to befall his subjects. Di felt a wave of self-recrimination – were he not such a child he could do something about this greater crisis. Where a true dragon king or god could bring healing to this land he could do nothing but play detective.
But that was something right?
Choking down his doubts Di steeled his resolve. As Di understood it there were those among the ones he had met in the human world who had come to Kumogakure on their own missions. Sending messenger hawks ahead of him Di had instructed the birds to take a written missive to those he considered his friends asking for assistance with this case. He had no idea what he was dealing with here and diving in head-first alone was a fool's errand. Should the raptors find such persons the letters would give details on where to find Di and the basic outline of events leading up to the case. Not easy work but Di suspected that his friends were up to the task.
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