fight for freedom, win for glory [ epic ]
May 10, 2019 17:25:31 GMT -7
Post by neko bo beko on May 10, 2019 17:25:31 GMT -7
FOR FREEDOM
FOR GLORY
Hiraishin Epic
FOR GLORY
Hiraishin Epic
Deep in the lands of Kaminari lies a seemingly deserted hold. At the center of this small mass carved into the edge of a cliff lies an arena complex. It was the perfect place to hide an underground gambling ring. The stadium stands are a crescent that hugs the beginning of the flat arena, the steep cliff a cut off for the stands, leaving majority of the arena to hang alone over an unnecessarily dangerous cliff. Jagged, earth encrusted statues litter the cliffside and the ground beneath it, meaning certain death for anyone who was forced over the edge. Only a small portion of wall is torn down to reveal the drop off, with a wall of at least 40 meters high, close to one hundred and thirty feet, bordering the rest. The polished arena floor reflects the tower which hangs over that, thick mithral wire fastened to four circle figures to keep it floating. It seems to sway vicariously, but some say that's only a placebo effect on one's mind. At the closed end of the short oval side of the arena sits a pair of large double doors which lead to the glass box that sits approximately 42 meters above the arena, closer than the stadium but completely encased. A dozen figures stand in a line in front of the window, with a thirteenth standing before them and in front of a microphone. Although it was hard to see beyond the surface, the room was undoubtedly as nice as a fancy home. A set of closed double doors sits behind their seats. Whatever was behind the door was not to be seen.
Over the stadium, hanging over the box by another few hundred meters, is the statue of a man straining to hold up the arena. Lining this post are cells, each marked with a specific seal. Upon closer examination, though impossible to see from the center of the arena where the group stood, each of those seals resembled a seal that had been placed prematurely on each of the unwilling participants.
Under the mask of a deceitful GenJutsu cast collectively by each of the council members in the Glass Box, the Sky Arena was left untouched by unknowing outsiders. On the outside, it was a desolate and crumbling arena which had been reduced to nothing more than a destroyed historical remnant in the side of a mountain, but under the dome everything was impeccable. A roar of cheers erupts from the crowd when there's a distinct tap upon the microphone, a voice washing over everyone from every direction. There's a slight static in the speakers, but the man's voice was impossible to miss.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN."
The Kamyuja wouldn't quite remember everything, but they would recognize that voice. It was the same voice that accompanied the being who had brought TEvin here. One moment, he was wherever he was, and in a second he was here, being looked down on by the same masked man who had brought him here without so much more than a gesture. His voice booms.
"IT'S WHAT YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR! TWO YEARS WE HAVE GONE WITHOUT A SUFFICIENT TOURNEY, TWO LONG YEARS WE HAVE BEEN LEFT UNENTERTAINED. TWO YEARS SPENT PREPARING FOR AN ULTIMATE GATHERING. THE DISAPPOINTMENT AND DELAY WILL LAST NO LONGER. THIS SHALL BE PERHAPS OUR BEST TOURNAMENT. AND WE ARE EXCITED THAT YOU ALL ARE AS EXCITED AS US. BEFORE EACH MATCH, THERE WILL BE AN INTERLUDE IN WHICH YOU MAY PLACE YOUR BETS. THERE ARE BROKERS IN EACH ROW, SO SEE TO THEM IN AN ORDERLY FASHION. BUT BEFORE THAT..."
Surrounding TEvin were others, all as confused as he might be. From what he'd be able to count he was lost in a crowd of at least thirty, one of the many who'd be fighting against their will. Each of them wore different garb and hailed from different nations, some were ninja and some where no more than merchants. Some looked almost excited, but surely none of them were anticipating what was to come properly. It was both an intimidating and pathetic bunch depending on what fraction you examined. Each of them bore the same seal on their shoulder though.
"TO YOU, OUR FINE PLAYERS." The man was looking pointedly down at them all now, a faux AnBu Cat mask adorning his face. He refrained from calling them 'entrants' for the specific reason that they had not entered themselves, but instead had been chosen. Even his wide gestures were unreadable, but there was a clear smile painted over his words. "MAY THE SURVIVOR BE GRAND. YOU WILL BE GIFTED WITH THE POWER OF GODS, SO LONG AS YOU FIGHT HONORABLY." Their definition of honor was loose, but participants need not know that. "ESCAPE IS FUTILE AND WILL RESULT IN YOUR INEVITABLE DEATH. THERE IS NO WAY OUT EXCEPT IN A BAG OR THROUGH YOUR FISTS."
Your Post's Objective: Analyze your situation. Don't freak out. Wait.
Optional Objectives: Observe. Figure out what's going on.
Overall Objective is... ...You will be pitted in the arena. You may win and take your prize 'honorably' or find a different way to retrieve it. Just don't do anything stupid.
@🔥Bootysmith🍑