Ripple Effect [Private]
Sept 6, 2017 21:00:52 GMT -7
Post by suppai on Sept 6, 2017 21:00:52 GMT -7
set as private, so as to not get other rp'ers in here with the intent of "amiable" communications. it is OPEN, and thus DEATH ENABLED. but have viable means to be in this thread; i'm not here to fuck around
A Sword's Soul
Rank: C
IIC Length: Two days
Difficulty: Moderate
Objective: Deliver a very expensive master crafted sword to an expert in a foreign country.
Description: Master Subeta has created one of his sturdiest, most beautiful swords. He wishes for it to be delivered to his brother, a fellow sword expert that resides in the Grass Country. Your mission is a simple delivery one. You have been asked to travel through the safest and fastest paths.
Reward: 8,550 Ryo
Patrol the Borders: Kusa no Kuni
Rank: C, B
IIC Length: Two days
Difficulty: Moderate
Objective: Patrol the Border between Ame no Kuni and Kusa no Kuni.
Description: Shinobi are asked to constantly patrol the borders surrounding Ame no Kuni. At C-Rank, they are asked to do so for only one day and one night and can return the follow morning. At B-Rank they must do so for a whole week.
Reward: C: 9,000 Ryo B: 19,000
This thread is treated as:
- a mission
- travel
- training
- a mission
- travel
- training
squid only, my <3
Having departed the ward of Amegakure no Sato to explore the open lands for missions, Ryuuji set out with his comrade in the thick of night. He had been dressed as a wraith: in total black, and his naginata that was strapped to his back was nearly reminiscent to a scythe of a shinigami. The duo would forge their way on to the west,
towards Kusa kuni, to deliver a sword in that land; on the round about trip, they were then to patrol the border between the lands of Rain and Grass. Yet not knowing the flux between the two ninja nations, Ryuuji went on to tell Shinji to try to keep a low profile. He had went ahead and taken his Ame hitai-ate and stashed it inside of his poncho; Shinji, knowing the bastard, probably wouldn't care to remove it from his left bicep. "Fucking troop," Ryuu commented as they dashed through the wetlands, anxious to get their feet wet together in this installment of missions.
As they went, Ryuuji's katana rocked coolly at his side. They moved hastily and with utmost grace through the thickets of the country.
move to grass, please