Kaminari Kills [M]
Mar 2, 2011 0:08:37 GMT -7
Post by Steely-Eyed, Compadre-Kun on Mar 2, 2011 0:08:37 GMT -7
Name: Border Patrol (N, S, E, W)Introduction
Rank: C
IIC Length: 2 Days
Difficulty: Easy
Description: To keep the defense of the village the Raikage has asked her ninja to perform border patrol on all sides of the country. Your job will be to watch for any threats and either stop the threats or report to the tower immediately. A Comm. Device will be loaned out for this mission.
Objective: Choose a border and ensure the safety of it.
Personnel Requirements: 1-3 Shinobi of any rank.
Reward: 3,187 Ryo (2,500 for a Non-nin)
(More may be added if a PC threat is involved)
It is mid-day. The bleak sun hanging over the land of Kaminari provides little to no warmth to its inhabitants and wildlife. Instead, monotone gray clouds reign free in the sky like the untamed waves of the ocean, casting light shadows and cold winds across the seemingly endless territory. A beautiful myriad of pine trees cover the west as far as the eye can see. Cliffs sprout from the north, grasslands to the south. And to the east, a giant mountain face resides- steep, immense and imposing. Somewhere along it hides the entrance to the elaborate tunnel system leading to Kumogakure's gates, but Zel made sure he gained some distance from it after exiting. After all, he didn't want to stand beside it while he waited for Ramui. What if a random passerby were to see him? It could very well risk the integrity of that well kept secret.
So instead, he found himself nearly a hundred meters away, leaning against a pine tree and enjoying the earthly scent that hung in the air. If the boy had any tracking skills, he'd be able to find him easily. And if he didn't... well, Zel would continue with his mission anyway. After all, the Chuunin exams weren't so far away and he was already running on a tight schedule as it was. He pondered what border they would patrol while reminding himself of the inventory on his person: the machete hanging in its leather sheath on his left hip, the grenades- one smoke, two stings, two frags, three stuns- all of them stuffed in the safety of his butt bag. Then there were his knives, six of them to be exact, his thirty-two makibishi and his two, six-weight, bolas. He had everything he needed to put some fight, in case he ever met with some trouble, which was a dire possibility at the current moment. With a sigh, he calmed most of his nerves and continued to wait for the fellow Genin.