Recover the Mountain Plants [mission]
Feb 19, 2009 22:58:50 GMT -7
Post by Molokai on Feb 19, 2009 22:58:50 GMT -7
Name: Recover the Mountain Plants
Rank: C
IIC Length: 2 Days
Difficulty: Easy - Moderate
Description: Genbu, an old man whom specializes in making herbal medicines has been unable to create potions or medicines as of late. The mountain where he goes to acquire his needed plants, flowers, and herbs has been recently overtaken by bandits. It is too dangerous for him to go alone. A team of shinobi is requested to go and help Genbu receive the needed items he needs to make medicines again.
Objective: Protect Genbu, and acquire the needed materials.
Reward: 1,100 Ryo
Rank: C
IIC Length: 2 Days
Difficulty: Easy - Moderate
Description: Genbu, an old man whom specializes in making herbal medicines has been unable to create potions or medicines as of late. The mountain where he goes to acquire his needed plants, flowers, and herbs has been recently overtaken by bandits. It is too dangerous for him to go alone. A team of shinobi is requested to go and help Genbu receive the needed items he needs to make medicines again.
Objective: Protect Genbu, and acquire the needed materials.
Reward: 1,100 Ryo
An explosion rocked the peaceful countryside, frightening birds from their roosts and sending little, furry woodland creatures scurrying for the safety of their burrows. As the afterglow of the rocking began to settle, another burst disturbed the mist, followed by another, and another, in a slow and steady rhythm. In an attempt to debunk this mystery, Toru headed off in the direction in which the roars were emanating from, and the source of the phantom rumbling turned out to be little more than Genbu, fast asleep against a tree. Toru awoke the old codger by timing a particularly loud clap next to his ear in between snores, causing him to curse and sputter and he scrambled to his feet and prepared his hand trowel for combat. "Easy, Grandpa, I'm here to help you find your herbs." He said in a slightly mocking, but not outwardly disrespectful, tone.
The old-timer responded faster than Toru expected, "Ah, so you're the one!" putting his dirty miniature shovel back in it's sheath, or whatever it was that he stored it in. "Speaking of herbs," he cracked "You seem to have a fine specimen on you right at this moment, mind if I take a look at it?" The question caught Toru off guard, although he got many strange looks and one or two comments, nobody has ever tried asking him to take it off. Thinking quickly, Toru took a step back and informed the crumbling one, "I am afraid, sir, that that is not possible. This flytrap is connected directly to my body and I would rather not remove it, if you don't mind." The verbally quick Ancient seemed to have a prepared response, because he began speaking before Toru finished saying the last word. "Very well. Some other time, then. Shall we get moving?"
Finally, on to business. Toru gestured his host to lead the way and followed in step. The pace was agonizingly slow, each joint on Genbu seeming to moan with protest to the movement, but the hearty herbalist continued on regardless. Toru, meanwhile, kept his eyes in a state of constant movement, leaving no nook or cranny unchecked. While the sluggish pace was slightly frustrating, it did provide him an easier time of scanning the area. Hearing a rustling in the bushes, he warned Genbu and began to close his flytrap around himself. As expected, three bandits emerged from the underbrush, scruffy, dirty and young, they weren't half as intimidating as Toru expected them to be. "Hey, old timer! What's with the freak?" The speaker appeared to be the leader, he was bigger and more scarred than the other two and certainly more audacious.
Genbu opened his mouth to speak, but Toru cut him off. "You little shits chose a bad day to f**k with me. Now, I'm gonna f**k**g kill all three of you." With the flytrap closed up to his shoulders, the fact that he was forming handsigns was completely hidden from the leader, who began to speak. "Yeah? Just try i. . ." His voice caught short in his throat as the leaves from the surrounding trees took a life of their own and swirled around them in a blinding flurry. At first, shouts and grunts of surprise were all that could be heard coming from the mass of leaves, but soon came screams of pain and agony from amid the controlled chaos. Razor-sharp foliage attacked the limbs of the boys; cutting, slashing, tearing, hacking, ripping, rending, mauling, they twirled in their dance of death until the screams finally stopped and the green was replaced with sanguine crimson. As the leaves fell, there appeared three bloody, unrecognizable bundles of flesh that might have once been human.
"They won't be bothering you anymore, find your herbs and let's go." Apparently the decrepit old coot was deeply disturbed by the show of brutality, as he just sat in a bush shaking and stuttering. "Those were only scouts, you fool! Their screams will have been heard for miles, and we may very well have an army coming after us!" Unperturbed, Toru made a curt reply, "Relax, if any more come they'll receive the same fate. The faster you get what you need, the sooner we can leave." Reluctantly, Genbu agreed that that was the best course of action. Tiptoeing gingerly around the bloodied corpses, while Toru stepped over them like so much refuse, they continued their journey into the mountains.
