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1 Ryujin no Teikoku - The ascension on Fri Feb 09, 2018 7:24 pm

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Manipulating people is a game, a game in which one person who has the capacity to control others makes full use of such a talent and by using said talent, they can change the world as they see fit.

Sunagakure was no more, the land of wind was no more. There was only chaos, only disorder and despair. A nation had fallen and the world did not care, time did not stop. However, as time moved on, so did seemingly the people, for a new power had risen.

From out of nowhere, people had crossed the desert, without a word, without a single declaration, those people started working, building and creating. Those who lived in the ruined remains of sunagakure no sato could simply watch and wait or join the growing horde of working people. As time passed on, half of the village had already started joining this insurmountable workforce, yet still no one knew what they were building, what the intention was and who was funding this entire project.

Sand was dug up, glass and crystal hacked away and melted, foundations were buing poured to dry, and craftsmen and women were starting to create something the land of wind had never seen or had before.

Near the remains of Sunagakure, where the slums had managed to become the last vestige of a once great and prosperous society, rose a single statue. A glass reminder of the terror which had swept through not only the very village of the sand, but the nation in a whole. A statue representing the huge snake which had wreaked havoc in the village alongside the three strangers that seemed hellbent on the villages destruction.

Seemingly as a gesture of good will and good faith from the person who was providing for the unseemingly large workforce, the names of all who had passed on, all who had fallen during the tragedy of the land of wind, the dessecration of the village hidden in the sand, were engraved onto this glass statue, turning it into a monument, a memento for those who had fallen.

Soon, the first block of glass, the first proverbial brick or stone of the new society was placed. A grand ceremony with food and drinks was given to all the workers who came from the remnants of sunagakure, those that came from the very land of wind and had seen it rise and fall. There were feasts and games, but more importantly, there was hope, a hope that had seemed lost in the waning days of the former country.

As the ceremony had passed, the people worked even harder, homes were built, new buildings arose from the ground and the glass which had symbolized the burning of sunagakure no sato, had now been turned into a useful commodity, a means to rebuild and regrow, but unbeknownst to those who worked on this seemingly gargantuan project, the one who was responsible for this glimmering beacon of hope, was pulling the strings of the creation of a new, strong nation, a nation that would fall under her absolute command and would withstand the test of time as long as she'd be able to rule it.

Yet, while the workers toiled and sweat in the dry sand of the desert and the burning sun, the mysterious benefactor was dozens of miles away, visiting the broken and battered court of the missing daimyo of the land of wind.

It is here that the true tale of the new nation's ascension begins, where a single snake would turn the nation into an empire, a force to be reckoned with, but not yet, not yet...

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2 Re: Ryujin no Teikoku - The ascension on Fri Feb 09, 2018 7:44 pm

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The court of the land of wind, a once proud and powerful nation, displayed the signs of all nations nearing their end: decadence alongside decay. Where once there was serious business and courtly bureaucracy, there was now naricistic insanity and decadent madness. The wife of the missing daimyo had assumed control of the court, but was herself but a puppet to the late council of sunagakure and with all but one of them slain, it almost seemed as if that last member was able to obtain full control over the nation. Alas, without the village hidden in the sand, there was also no stability.

Bandits and splinter factions roamed the desert, the court was riddled with native and foreign spies, on the verge of internal collapse under the weight of its own broken policy and desperate lunacy to remain in place. Never had the central power looked so weak and Sabaku Noyabun knew very well that he had to do everything in his power to simply retain his own power, let alone rule and govern the entire nation. He had send out envoys to the neighbouring countries with a plea for help and aid, but none of the dispatched men had returned, not a single person had heralded any news of success or any answer to his call and every day he could feel control slipping through his hands, with the daimyo's wife trying to become a figure head of her own government, he had spies tail her and eliminate her if he so desired, but time was running out, his wealth was drying up and he knew he had to do something very drastic if he ever wished to remain in power.

It was to that end that this lone, old man was very happy to hear news that someone was finally willing to have an audience with him, A stranger who called herself Shirohebi was willing to meet him and that was exactly what he needed, someone who waswilling to cooperate and perhaps even act as his voice. Yes, he did not care about who or what was helping him, as long as he got what he wanted, nothing even mattered anymore.

He only had to wait for a day, when one of his servants announced the presence of Shirohebi. This news elated Noyabun immensely, to know that the person who had answered his call had finally arrived in order to be of service to him.

With a smile on his face and plans of conquest and control over the land of wind in his mind, the old man walked through the corridors of the court towards the room in which this strange person was waiting for them to meet in person. Oh, how glorious it would be if this person was truly capable of fulfilling his wish, his wish to see a grand, unified nation with power to rival all other great nations once again.

This was truly the time to be glad, to be relieved that the many set backs which had occured could still be turned into a success. Yes, Noyabun was pleased and ready to exact his own plans once again, now that his colleagues of the council were gone and only the daimyo's foolish wife and infant child were left, there was nothing to stand in his way, certainly not after having dealt with the issues at hand.

He opened the door to the room and peered inside, noticing a woman sitting at the table at the center of the room, yet her face was covered by a lacquered black helmet and a golden rebreather...

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3 Re: Ryujin no Teikoku - The ascension on Sat Feb 10, 2018 2:38 am

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In legend and myth, a snake represents rebirth, rejuvination and properity. However, a snake also represents death, despair and agony. Thread lightly when encountering a serpent, for the rebirth it promises, may end up causing you agony and lead to your eventual downfall.

The old man greeted the woman, not really caring about the fact that her face was hidden or the fact that her outfit was both rather seductive and intimidating at the same time, all he cared for was to know wether or not she could deliver him the results he desired. "Let's cut to the chase, no need for any formalities here," The man's voice was shallow, his breathing seemed laboured and as stress and frustration had taken their toll on the man's physique, his age obviously became apparent. Sabaku Noyabun was already passed his sixties and a life of scheming and plotting had not exactly made him physically strong, but his mind was sharp and his spirit still full of vigor. "The suna assault was a tragedy, but not exactly a problem. I heard some generous person has already assembled a workforce and has begun building up a new village or even a city, but that does not matter. All that matters is getting the daimyo's wife and infant out of the way and cleaning up this mess of a court."

The masked woman let out a chuckle and seemed to nod in understanding of the man's words. "Will you be able to restore order to this court and weed out all those who are unnecessary for the land of wind, if you can...you will be greatly rewarded," Noyabun smiled and made a gesture with his hand, signifying the fact that he was most obviously willing to pay her immensely if her service would prove to be adequate to his desires. However, at the very sight of this gesture, the masked woman simply chuckled, annoying Noyabun greatly in the process. "Why are you laughing, what's so funny?"

"You are, Sabaku Noyabun, you are just plain amusing," An unnaturally deep and hollow voice resonated in the room, the woman's mask distorting her voice beyond recognition. "You spread the rumor that there were two main aggressors in the assault on Sunagakure. Now of course I can't blame you for having rather pathetic spies, but to honestly believe this...Syekren Uchiha was the one controlling the Yamata no Orochi, how ridiculous."

The old man seemed to be slightly dumbfounded by this revelation, yet waved his hand and seemingly just brushed off the woman's comments. "To insult my spies is fair game, they've shown to be rather incompetent many times, I am even too tired to react to that insolent comment of yours about my person, though I am intrigued to what you are implying. If it wasn't this rogue ANBU captain that controlled that beast, than who did?" Noyabun rubbed his temples and let out a deep sigh. "This really is giving me a headache, if there was someone else besides those two, it was most likely but a servant to either of them, minor players do not interest me."

This very comment didn't seem to go well with the masked person, as the woman let out a hiss and stood up very fast and very firm, planting her gloved hands onto the table and the blankness of the helmet reflected Noyabun's own face, making it look as if he watched himself looking towards him with an expression of doubt and ignorance. "How is it that you'd be so dumb to think only Sarutobi Mitsuo and Uchiha Syekren were involved. Neither of them destroyed the administration building and neither of them has any known history regarding snakes...perhaps you need to look deeper into your memory, perhaps a name could pop up that DOES have something to do with snakes."

Noyabun backed away, his memory had indeed been triggered, but the name that came to mind was that of a man, not a woman. The man he had in mind was none other than Orochi Enaka, an ANBU who long ago had foiled many of Noyabun's plans, but had also worked with him on other occassions. "Wait a minute...Shirohebi...that means White Snake, but that one's supposed to be dead and her child...didn't her child vanish or something?" The old man thought about it, he did hear about a certain prison break in Konoha almost a year ago, maybe even longer, but that could not be the child, now could it? "You can't be...no, you can't be that weak little child of which Enaka spoke, she was supposed to be imprisoned."

"Supposed to be, yes," The woman reached for the back of the helmet and pushed a button, after which a hiss of air escaped the black lacquered helmet. As the helmet and the golden rebreather were removed; a pair of golden, snake-like eyes became visible, looking straight at Noyabun. Her face was nearly pearl white, though her hair was jet black, like the feathers of a raven. "But I am not, as you can see...now, I guess since you so kindly asked, I can indeed weed out every spec of decay and decadence from this wretched court, sadly for you, that means old councilmembers of Sunagakure are included on that list."

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4 Re: Ryujin no Teikoku - The ascension on Tue Feb 13, 2018 3:35 am

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The kunoichi stood up, letting go of any restraints she had put upon her near insurmountable amount of chakra, which as it got loose from her hold upon it, spread out its dark and menacing tendrils all across the room, nearly suffocating Sabaku Noyabun in the process. The old man could feel not just his own old and decrepit bones, but also the chair and table upon and at which he sat buckle underneath the massive pressure which now drenched the room in its terrifying presence. "You...you can't kill me, I am supposed to rule...I am supposed to be daimyo..." The old man was tenacious at the very least, even when forced to the ground, humiliatingly bent into a kneeling position, he still managed to lift his head up and glare at the woman who looked down upon him with her own menacing golden eyes. "You were only destined to die, old man, destined to be trampled beneath the heal of my boot," Lamya's harsh words rang through the room, as if spoken by a being transcendant compared to the ordinary human bowing down in despair in front of her. "Now be a man of honor and dignity and accept your fate with grace, you shrivelled old prune."

"No...NO...I was supposed to rule, I was supposed to be KING, I was...supposed...to...win," Without warning, without any sound made, the rogue shinobi's boot stomped down upon the old man's head, crushing Sabaku Noyabun's skull and anything contained within it underneath the stiletto heel which adorned said boot. A blot of flesh, bone and skin had stained the floor, blood splattered far and wide due to the amount of force used to perform this feat and in silence Lamya watched as the last tremors of life fleeted through the headless body of the last of the Suna Council. "All you were supposed to do is clean up the mess in this court before I arrived and even that task was apparently to great for such a feeble insect such as yourself. Pity, I could've used a snivelling weasel such as yourself, if only you weren't so prepostrously greedy," Pulling a piece of cloth from her vest, the snakelike woman attempted to clean off most of the bloodspatters adorning her boots, before opening the door to exit the room and begin with her selfgiven mission to cleanse the entirety of the court to better suit her own wishes and future status. "I will build my own country, on the ashes of this nation...I will build an empire, one that will allow me to swallow this world's sun and extinguish its light. I will drench the shinobi world in blood and drown it in despair and nothing will stop me."

In silence, the woman left the room, not looking back at the scene of death and carnage she left behind and only looking ahead, for the lifting of the restraints on her chakra had warned the guards that had remained at the court, no doubt running to go and protect the late daimyo's wife and child. However, Lamya did not care if they were a dozen or even a hundred, at her full strength and with her complete and immense power at her beck and call, only few could ever hope or dream to stand a chance against her, this would not be the case for a few mere jonin without any significance or any power worth noting. "As the Ryujin rise, the land of wind falls."

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5 Re: Ryujin no Teikoku - The ascension on Tue Feb 13, 2018 10:51 pm

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The sound of easily a dozen pair of boots, clammoring armor and unsheathing weapons could be heard all over the palace, the entire guard being mobilized after the discovery of the headless corpse of the former councilmember of sunagakure; Sabaku Noyabun. Yet all these noises drowned out the sound of a single woman walking through the corridors of the palace, calmly putting on her black lacquered helmet and golden rebreather, granting her an almost demonic visage, the appearance of the impending doom and death that came for the daimyo's last vestiges in the Land of Wind.

"Pitiful fools," The rogue shinobi known under the moniker of Lamya sighed while walking casually through one of the palace's west wing corridors. Her gloved fingers silently trailed across the wooden walls, her eyes beholding the craftsmanship and age of the place, feeling only a bit of sadness for the fact that this magnificent place had been subject to such ill-rule and degrading decadence. "No matter the place, no matter the age, those who rule will always be meet by a lineage ending adversity, but rejoice, for from adversity comes evolution and I am its embodiment." She could hear the sound of people closing in, alerting her that it would not take long before at least someone would see her and most likely spread the word of her presence if she did not take care of them. However, despite her ruthless nature, despite her bloodlust, she actually did not care for killing anyone not part of the guard or the noble household itself. After all, there was no value in slaying those who would die out without their leadership anyway.

At long last, as the corridor seemed to bend towards the central part of the palace, did Lamya finally see a few people, who at the very sight of her, ran away screaming, carrying a child with them and being dressed in rather plain looking outfits. They were most likely just common workfolk, not really worth the trouble. Their fear and panic would only help the rogue shinobi spread terror, weaken the minds of those who she was about to hunt down and eventually end. "I do so enjoy a good hunt,"

It didn't take the rogue shinobi much longer to finally reach the central courtyard of the palace, feeling the eyes of at least a dozen trained men and women staring at her from all sides of the empty open space in the middle of the palace.

She stood at the center of the courtyard, her eyes glancing at the flowers and the single fountain, the tranquility belying the tension which had been brewing. Slowly, her hands moved upwards, her eyes registering the number of foes or rather the number of victims. There were about fourteen that she managed to count; three in front of her, six at the left, five at the right and two had thought it best to sneak behind her position while she was remaining quiet and still to count the lot of them. It was at the very least highly amusing that these inferior warriors thought that a few extra bodies would actually make their chances grow. "And here I thought palace guards were the elite of the elite," The rogue shinobi chuckled, deciding that it was yet again time to truly sow terror and cause them to fall into despair, simply by displaying her raw power in the form of her massive chakra reserves. As soon as the air got thick and heavy because of her aura, the kunoichi placed her hands together and made a soft nod with her head. "Half a minute for the lot of you, that's all I'll need."

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6 Re: Ryujin no Teikoku - The ascension on Thu Feb 15, 2018 3:00 am

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After that sneering comment made by the rogue shinobi, a few of the palace guard that had been attempting to ambush her, could no longer refrain from showing their anger, their hatred for this person who had made her intentions of whiping out the remainders of the Land of Wind's feudal court very clear. After letting out a loud battle cry, the first one to run at her with their spear held high, was one of the men who had been sneaking up behind her. "I guess the clock starts...now," Lamya laughed, when noticing the man run up towards her, with his spear held high. The tip of the weapon sprang forward towards Lamya, as the palace guard seemed to be pretty sure he could take her out with a single thrust of his long weapon, only to be dumbstruck in complete surprise and utter despair, when the woman simply stopped the speartip in its path with a single finger. "How cute... I believe this is yours?"

Placing a second finger on the tip of the spear, the woman gripped the weapon tight and with a flick of her wrist, she snapped off the steel tip, casually twirling it around between her fingers, while grinning towards the palace guard who simply couldn't handle the reality of what had happened. The difference between them was simply so overwhelming that he finally realized that the mysterious shinobi had not been lying when she stated she'd only need about thirty seconds to deal with the lot of them. The difference between them was simply the difference between a tiger and a newborn kitten of a domestic cat, between a king cobra and a measely earthworm. "I reckon you want this back?" The man looked at Lamya when hearing those words, only to feel something bury itself into his skull. With a single droplet of blood rolling across his face, the palace guard slumped to the ground, the tip of his own weapon burried deep within his own forehead. "Well, he'll be silent for the time being. So, anyone else would try to face me on their own or have you all finally come to your senses and have you accepted that you are but insects waiting to be trampled beneath my boots?"

A murmur went through the courtyard, the palace guards seemed to be contemplating what to do, surprised that the rogue shinobi seemingly made no attempt to attack them and seemed rather content in checking out wether or not they had the gall and the guts to confront her. It was both infuriating and just completely mindboggling for the palace guards. "Will you let us live if we let you pass undisturbed?" The man who seemed to be the oldest and possibly acted as the leader of this particular group of palace guards jumped down from the balcony at the left of Lamya, perhaps hoping that he could spare the lives of his comrades by negotiating. Alas, the rogue shinobi simply chuckled, turning her head towards the palace guard who approached her. The mask reflecting his own expression into it like a mirror. "Tell me, does a snake spare the mouse because it prays for mercy?"

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7 Re: Ryujin no Teikoku - The ascension on Fri Feb 16, 2018 5:44 am

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When looking at the palace guard who had dared to approach her so callously, the rogue shinobi wondered what drove people to make such a heel turn. She wasn't sure if it simply was because they recognized their own worthless selves or perhaps simply because they wanted to find a way to avoid being killed. The answer truly did elude her, for she herself had not once begged for mercy. After all, she had been taught that mercy was not a blessing, but a curse. Mercy was nothing but a curse with which one had to live forever, knowing that no matter how much one might hate or loath the person who had granted them mercy, they'd always have to carry the knowledge that their fate, their entire destiny had been in the palm of another person, compared to that knowledge, death was but a sweet solace.

"I...I," The man stuttered, stumbling over his own words, while trying to take a few steps back, all the while keeping his attention to the strange woman standing at the center of the courtyard. However, she did not move, nor did she utter any word after she had made that rather cruel statement earlier. The palace guard was confused, finally breaking away his gaze from the mask the woman wore, looking at his comrades for help, for advice, for anything really, but all he could see were their horrified faces. Why was this, why were they looking at him in terror, with such horror in their eyes that he could almost taste it. It's then that he knew, he fully understood their reasons, they were terrified. He was after all the only one of the real palace guard, while they were just the newest batch of soldiers quickly assembled to safeguard a practically doomed court, they were never prepared to face situations like these.

"Can you see the horror in their eyes, dear captain?" Finally the strange woman spoke again, drawing the captain's attention again with her distorted, cold voice. A tone more akin to that of a slithering snake than that of a human came to his ears and all the captain could do, was to be captivated by this voice. Strangely he didn't feel fear, but some twisted form of comfort. "You come here, bravely closing the distance and putting yourself in harm's way to save your comrades' lives and to make sure that they can tell the tale, but when you look at them for anything...guidance, advice, a sign of what to do...what do you see in their eyes, what does their soul look like to you?" A chuckle escaped the woman's lips, the sound turning into something otherworldly due to the helmet she was wearing, but nonetheless it did send a shiver through the captain's spine. He wondered if she was right, had he been trying to save a worthless bunch of black souls, people that in despair would rather see him die if it could save their lives. However, no matter the confusion or doubt almost besetting him, the captain straightened himself and held his lance firmly pointed towards the strange woman. "I will not yield to your trickery. If you do not wish to accept my request, I guess I have no other option than to fight you to set an example to these young children."

And so the captain let out a loud and ferocious roar, rushing towards the helmet-wearing shinobi, thrusting his lance towards her chest...

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