Legend of the Bloodclaw![Event!]
May 10, 2010 19:06:55 GMT -7
Post by Kuro on May 10, 2010 19:06:55 GMT -7
Private Event.
Death Enabled.
IIC - 2 Days.
Amongst the Land of Waves there are several small islands off the shores. Though this story would be told amongst the Mainland, a small country that borders Hi no Kuni and the ocean that seperates Mizu no Kuni from the World. It was here that would lay a beast, a beast so fearsome it was laughable the stories told between it's rampages. Well the people of Waves laugh no more as the night of his awakening was upon them and three villages burned already. There was no moonlight tonight as a terrible storm had come from the Sea and began to help the beast terrorize the people. Downpouring rains and high winds would whip across the plains of Nami no Kuni. Out past the two larger villages of Nami, stood a shack, a place where family of Bards would await the aid of the Shinobi world, three large torches lit around the shack to help guide the traveling shinobi on this dreadful night.
Inside the shack, a small table with chairs would stand, a few cots with little blankets. A small fire place with a fire burning within it, smoke rising up but hard to see unless without the flash of lightning through the air. Around the fire sat an elderly couple, then near them three young boys, probably in their mid-teens of age. They were awaiting the travelers, or the Beast, which ever would arrive first, they were well prepared. One would sit with a hand seal held, his eyes closed, constantly watching through his jutsu. A sensor he was, a view of his surroundings was given to know if they were in danger or not. The men of the family of bards were well prepared to die for their cause to protect Nami no Kuni from this beast, they had made it their life long duty to do so.
In the blowing winds coming from the East, would be the smell of smoke from burning wood. That and the smell of death, blood and carnage. The last sighting of the beast was roughly twenty miles from the Shacks location at the small village that burns tonight. The eldest of the three brothers would take up stance and grab his cloak, he'd throw it around himself and walk out of the shack shutting the door, he'd stand out by a large flame of the torch and look out into the dark night, hoping to catch a glimpse of someone coming to their aid. Would any shinobi arrive to save the poor people of Nami no Kuni? Or would they be left to burn like the fools they were, for not believing in the legend of their demise...