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Mission name: Attack Village Camps.
Mission rank: C-S.
Objective: Cause chaos by attacking village encampments.
Location: Border camps.
Reward: 2,000 + 5 EP. (+1,000 ryo from Criminal bonus.)
Mission Description: Rogue groups have hired willing ninja to attack border camps and disrupt village operations by causing chaos in their ranks.
Development References: What Lies Beneath Event.
Mission Details: Hired players will arrive at a border camp of their choosing and attack it as brutally or as merficully as they desire, it will be defended by at least one Shinobi 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 Defend 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.

Within the darkness of the cool night, a single white snake slithered through the sandy dunes of the desert, it's target was simple: a single weary shinobi on guard duty at one of the outposts created by Konohagakure's relief force. The mission details were simple for those awaiting the arrival of their commander: eliminate all life within the outpost and deliver a damaging if not crippling blow to Konoha's relief effort.

It was silent outside of the small compound, yet as the wind caressed the sand, a group of silent warriors gathered outside of the small camp's perimeter, a dozen pair of cold and ruthless eyes watching from afar as the aforementioned snake made its way towards its poor, unfortunate victim. The die had been cast and blood would flow that night, that much was a certainty.

As the winds suddenly whipped up some sand, the band of warriors now finally had their commander in their midst. A pair of cruel, golden snakelike eyes looked at each and every single one of them, a simple nod of this mysterious woman being enough for them to prepare for the assault. They wrapped their faces with black robes, made sure their garments fitted perfectly and made a last check on the weapons they carried. In the meantime, the leader would put on her helmet, lending her a terrible and fearsome visage of glossy ebony black and golden metallic hues as she walked towards the edge of the dune behind which the group had been waiting.

"There lies our target, a group of intruders and desecraters. They seek to bring order, but do we want it? Do we want their poisoned gifts and their pointless politics?" The woman sighed, her voice distorted through the helmet and the rebreather she wore, granting her an eerily raspy voice. Nonetheless her words held value and her power was real. In unison the men whispered and murmured, agreeing to her rejection of Konohagakure's futile efforts of aid, relief and assertion. "Tonight we will remove their presence, tonight we will let the rest of the world know that sunagakure belongs not to them, but to the people within the sands. It belongs to ME."

Then it happened, the first signal had been made, when the large white snake managed to slither close enough to the shinobi who was on guard duty, smothering the poor soul with its massive body and slowly constricting the man's body, eventually crushing it beyond recognition while the poor man's screams got muffled by his own collapsing lunges.

With a slow pace, the commander and her shadowy subordonates descended from their dune, like shadows cast by a single candle within an unlit room, they rushed through the darkness, descending upon the small encampment like a swarm of locusts. "Kill them all!!"

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Takao

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Glowing eyes observed the outpost dissolve into chaos from a distance, dark cloth clung to his features as a gentle breeze caressed the endless blankets of sand. He was an invisible silhouette against the starry night sky at the distance he stood, yet trained eyes watched unhindered by the dark mask shrouding his visage. He and those under his command had been given charge of the Konoha outpost, but their interest in it was little more than a front to lure out what lurked beneath the sands. The tiny outpost, surrounded by nothing substantial but sand, was just bait. Takao had expected Kumogakure shinobi to take that bait and descend upon the forward base, but a knot of snakes had found their way into the trap instead. Ultimately, it didn’t matter who attacked, or whom they claimed allegiance to. Hostility against the leaf was enough to spur his hand, and on this quiet night deep within the bowels of the Land of Wind, blood would stain the sands.

His right arm rose ever so slightly and signaled those awaiting his movements forward. Several figures approached without a hint of sound, dressed in identical black robes as he and coloured porcelain masks reminiscent of the Konohagakure ANBU. Trained operatives of his own take on ROOT stood at his either side, ready to descend upon the outpost being swarmed by the snakes of the sand.

“Take care of them.” His voice resounded through the filter of his own mask, twisting the deep timbre beyond naturally recognizable tones. “Damage to the outpost is negligible, focus on culling the intruders and protecting the outpost’s shinobi. Take prisoners only when the opportunity arises. Kill the rest.”

Their acknowledgment of the order was wordless, and one by one they descended into the shadows of night, slipping effortlessly across the sands. In mere seconds, they would join the fray at the outpost, and lend aid to the Konohagakure shinobi besieged by foreign invaders. For a moment longer did his gaze linger, glazed black eyes basking in the sight of chaos. This, he had decided, was what peace needed. Not talking, not reason, but action. Two sides would descend into chaos until one stood atop the corpses of the others and declared victory and peace. He had come to terms that the concept of peace was a temporary one, not unlike the pleasure of sweets. When one indulged, they would savour that pleasure, and it left them wanting more. The complacency of freedom from disturbance would be what lead to its end. Peace, he had determined, belonged not to who was wrong or right but to who was left.

Takao himself rose from his crouched position following the departure of his associates and slid across the desert sands without the slightest of sounds. The cloth that shrouded him saw to it that any sounds he made were muffled into non-existence.

When his advance came to a halt, he stood a respectable twenty meters or so from Lamya, and spoke loud to address her.

“Your transgressions against the Hidden Leaf will not be tolerated.” He spoke, voice maintaining its contorted sound through the mask. The shrouded figure tensed in anticipation, his muscles contracted and lungs inflated with bated breath.

“Retreat now or perish.”

TOTAL WC

547

Spoiler:
Mission name: Defend Village Camps.
Mission rank: S.
Objective: Protect army camps from Rogue threats.
Location: Border camps.
Reward: 2,000 + 5 EP. (+1,000 ryo from ROOT Criminal bonus.)
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.


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Lamya

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Looking at the snakes she sent into the camp with some sort of pride, the woman slowly marched through the small encampment, though her eyes did catch onto the fact that the camp didn't only seem to hold the regular type of Konoha shinobi and whenever it seemed one regular shinobi had been overwhelmed by her men, a strangely dressed and masked shinobi appeared in their stead, engaging her men with an unusual and unforeseen ferocity. Their outfit seemed similar in more than one way to that of her subordinates and if looked at carefully, even much closer to her own, that is when not accounting for the more wealthy appearance and thus differently intimidating appeal of her own attire.

It was only when she had her attention drawn to a single shinobi standing atop of sandy dune not all too far away from her position, that the woman looked up. Her glossy helmet, adorened with the golden, skeletal looking rebreather underneath it gave her a rather terrifying appearance in the gloomy pale light of the desert moon. Within her sight, was now standing someone, who by no means was weak, who by all accounts could be called her equal if it came to his physical fortitude alone, but even so...she could only chuckle, amused by how the events had played out before her. Her men were engaging an uphill battle and even though her pet, with its own strength was enough to make short work of all except the most high class shinobi, she was still amused, greatly enthralled by the vision, the possibility of having someone standing in front of her who was worth fighting, worth facing...worth beating to a bloody pulp if necessary.

"You seem to be mistaken about something, you puppet of the leaf," The woman tilted her head slightly towards the left, letting out a soft chuckle. "What can a nation that doesn't even dictate it's own laws decide? What can it and what can't it tolerate when all it's tolerance is directed to being a good little slave to a nation they were once ought to oppose?"

Spreading her arms, the woman chuckle one more time. "Retreat or perish...such utter foolishness..."

Instantly, she got into a stance and motioned the strongest among his kin to come at her. "I won't be doing any retreating, so I guess you'll have to come and try to make me perish...little boy."

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Takao

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The ballad of combat being sung in the background consumed any semblance of silence the night desperately clawed at. Two forces staved away the cool night's serenity as they clashed. Each shrill clang of metal and how of pain made from the compound cut through the still night like a sharp knife. Deadlocked and even, it seemed as though neither side would gain the upper hand as a result of their own volition. The result, it seemed, would be determined by the victor of the bout that stood steadfast on the outskirts of the conflict.

Her words, as it would seem, fell upon deaf ears. No matter how much she would try to goad him, there was not so much as a twitch beneath the tenebrous cloak that shaded him in the midnight. Beneath the glossy mask, his face offered no tells of interest in her words either. To him, it was nothing but pointless, cheeky, and vacuous baiting.

“Very well.” He said, the remaining air in his lungs escaping the instant his words had been spoken. As the oxygen escaped his lungs, he flawlessly moulded chakra within it, and transformed the nature of his exhale into an attack. A powerful burst of wind and dust formed where his breath would have been, and jettisoned from within his body with imposing speed. His potent stream of breath slammed into the ground a meter from her feet and shot up toward her. The sheer speed of the technique gave her less than a half of a second's time to respond. Should it make contact, the dust would rend and mutilate whatever it touched.

But this action was not alone in the assault. As the powerful jet of wind collided with the sand in front of Lamya, it created a plume of the thick, coarse material. Having disguised his movements behind the natural cover provided by the roaring geyser, Takao's arm coiled within his cloak and shot forth three kunai. Attached to each was a tag, ready to be ignited at his call, yet they remained unburnt for the duration of their flight. The blades collided with the sand, and instead of going through, their momentum died. They fell with the sand, and were promptly buried, thoroughly hiding them from sight.

While the sand continued to settle, the helmed shinobi awaited to see what would remain standing. He fully expected her to remain, and prepared two shuriken in his left hand, poised to be thrown at Lamya the minute that he laid his eyes upon her. A breath inflated his lungs and lingered, his senses remaining on high alert. Had he not blocked it out, he might have even heard the sound of his own blood pumping through his body.

TOTAL WC
+461
1,008

Chakra: 330/350

Techniques Used:
Name: Wind Release: Dust Cloud Technique (Fūton: Fūjin ~ 風遁・風塵の術)
Canon/Custom: Canon
Rank: A
Type: Offensive
Element: Fūton
Range: 25 meters
Specialty: Ninjutsu
Duration: 1 post
Cooldown: 6 posts
Description: Wind Release: Dust Cloud Technique is a technique that expels a stream of high-velocity wind and dust particles. To perform this technique, the user must form the Horse, Monkey and Bird hand signs, then overlap their hands in front of their mouth. They then breathe the wind and dust out in a straight line ahead of them with one burst moving at 40 m/s. A direct hit with this jutsu will leave a target covered in cuts up to 3 inches in depth and they will be mutilated beyond recognition if caught in the technique for one full post. Indirect hits will cause inch-deep cuts and minor bruising from the impact. Unlike most Fūton techniques, this attack can be seen as a rapidly moving dark grey field, due to its heavy dust content. The attack itself is relatively concentrated, being about as wide as the user's shoulders and as tall as their head. If the user's hands are moved out of position, this jutsu ends immediately.

Stats:
Strength: S-3
Speed: SS-2
Endurance: S-3
Perception: S-1
Reaction Time: SS


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So, it seemed that their forces were doing rather well, the Konoha shinobi and her own Ryujin were at a stalemate. For each Ryujin slain, an equal meassure of Konoha shinobi had fallen to the sand, drenching the desert in their blood. However, the real confrontation was between the Desert Snake and the mysterious leader of the encampment. Their conversation had reached a dead end, neither was seemingly willing to budge and thus it became a matter of who was going to fire the first shot, who was going to make the first move and be granted the advantage of initiative. Though she was ready to take said initiative, it became apparent that the stranger was the first to grasp it after all, using his higher position to his advantage.

A single blast of air whipped up the sands in front of her, forcing the rogue shinobi to jump a few meters backwards, covering herself with her arms, yet when she reached stability again and finally caught her bearings, lowering her arms rapidly, she could see a couple of kunai bursting through the whipped up wall of sand, each of them with a tag bound to and fluttering behind them. "Tsk, really?" The woman let out a sound of her breath escaping through clenched teeth, showing how annoyed she was by this rather common, yet undeniably smart tactic of lowering an opponent's field of vision before using some sort of projectile to use the cover of an earlier move to land a hit. She was even more annoyed by the fact that she had let the man take the initiative though, forcing her to go on the defensive from the get go, it truly was pathetic that she was constantly being forced into situations like these and usually due to her own hubris.

Quickly reaching into the pouches strapped onto the back of her hips, Lamya grabbed and threw an equal amount of kunai at each of the incoming projectiles, forcing their trajectory to change in order to have the explosion tags attached to them be set off away from her location, which given her own strength and that of her opponent clashing against one another in the form of kunai, should not have been that big of an issue. Still, she was annoyed as hell by this turn of events and with the sand starting to settle down again, the rogue shinobi aimed a finger towards the location where she perceived her opponent to be and fired off a single small bullet formed out of compressed air. Her intent was obviously not to killjust yet, but to draw out her opponent and to continue from there on out with the battle between them.

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Chakra: 345/360

Jutsu used:

Wind Release - Air Bullets:

Name: Wind Release: Air Bullets (Fūton: Kazejuugan ~ 風遁・空気弾丸)
Canon/Custom: Canon
Rank: C
Type: Offensive
Element: Fūton
Range: 30 metres
Specialty: Ninjutsu
Duration: 1 post
Cooldown: 4 posts
Description: A technique where the user fires a barrage of condensed bullets of air. The user forms the bird hand seal, condensing their chakra into several pressurised spheres of wind that the user spits out in rapid succession towards the opponent. These air bullets are transparent spheres, and are roughly 4 inches in diameter. When fired, they travel at roughly 10 m/s. Direct impact by one of these spheres will knock the victim back a meter, tear through light clothing and cause 1-inch cuts at the point of contact. If a bullet passes near the target (within 4 inches from the edge of the bullet), it can leave small lacerations (1/4 inch cuts) on any exposed flesh it comes near. Three bullets are created upon activation, which must be fired in rapid succession. Each additional bullet costs -5 chakra each, with a maximum of 6 that can be fired in total within the duration.

Stats

Strength : S-3
Speed : SS-0
Endurance : S-2
Perception : S-2
Reaction Time : SS-1


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