This Town Ain't Big Enough...
Sept 25, 2011 16:56:04 GMT -7
Post by Stein on Sept 25, 2011 16:56:04 GMT -7
Setting:
Post Cycle: 0
"It's going to rain."
Stein ran his hand through his shaggy blond locks of hair as he examined the cloudy sky. It was grey now, but in the distance he could even see the black, like the harbinger of evil, sailing towards him at a frightening pace. It was a shock that the sky hadn't already begun to flood around, yet he was satisfied by this. He needed more time to find shelter somewhere. And that village looked like just the place to do it. Or, so he expected.
After walking through to the center of the village, Stein had a strange feeling in his gut. All the people that should have been here, selling wares and sharing stories, laughing and conversing, they weren't here. The buildings, they were cracked and worn like tired old men ready to die. Most of the windows were either shattered, or had sheets covering them from the insides. The entrances were barred by wooden boards, which were hastily nailed into the doors to prevent access. Whatever had happened here, it seemed to have happened in a hurry, and in desperation.
Somewhat spook, Stein reached across his body with his right hand to lightly touch that weapon at his left side, the morning star. It was a crude weapon, not elegant, not graceful, not beautiful, but it did its job as well as any sword cleaved through a man's flesh. Just feeling the handle on his finger-flesh gave him a renewed sense of confidence. He had to examine this place, but where to start? How to go about doing this? It was all such a mystery.
Starting Positions:
Large Open Street in the Center of a small Village. Buildings range from a single story, to two stories in height with three meter wide alleyways in between each neighboring building. The main street is roughly 25 meters wide from building to building on either side.
The Village itself is abandoned of all life except for the fighters present. Fighters begin in the center of the village main street, twenty meters apart.
Forecast:
Cloudy from start. Light rainfall by turn cycle #3 (At my third, post-combat initiated post). Turn cycle #5, rain falls heavily. Sight is reduced to 30 meters at maximum. Beyond 30 meters (without sight assistance via Doujutsu or other means) sight begins to fail, images are nearly impossible to make out. Turn cycle #7, Wind picks up with sudden violent gusts, rain increases, further reducing vision to 20 meters. A raging storm is eminent. Turn cycle #10, winds are strong enough to carry away most elemental ninjutsu, smoke, mist, and most projectiles with ease, making them next to worthless (carrying everything to the east). Turn cycle #15, Rain falls harder, reducing vision to a mere 10 meters. Dilapidated buildings begin to cave in due to harsh environmental beating. Turn Cycle #20, all buildings are merely rubble and obstacles. Turn Cycle #25, Flooding hits a meter in depth by this point and increases by another meter every 3 posting cycles (28, 31, 34, ...).
When one man or team is left standing, the environment as a whole resets, just in case anybody wants to reuse the area.
Rules
All Standard Rules apply
Equal Rank-Only fights please (unless you want to fight a Kage as a Genin D-rank)
Equal number on each team. 1v1, 2v2, 3v3, etc.
Have a goddamn good time!
Large Open Street in the Center of a small Village. Buildings range from a single story, to two stories in height with three meter wide alleyways in between each neighboring building. The main street is roughly 25 meters wide from building to building on either side.
The Village itself is abandoned of all life except for the fighters present. Fighters begin in the center of the village main street, twenty meters apart.
Forecast:
Cloudy from start. Light rainfall by turn cycle #3 (At my third, post-combat initiated post). Turn cycle #5, rain falls heavily. Sight is reduced to 30 meters at maximum. Beyond 30 meters (without sight assistance via Doujutsu or other means) sight begins to fail, images are nearly impossible to make out. Turn cycle #7, Wind picks up with sudden violent gusts, rain increases, further reducing vision to 20 meters. A raging storm is eminent. Turn cycle #10, winds are strong enough to carry away most elemental ninjutsu, smoke, mist, and most projectiles with ease, making them next to worthless (carrying everything to the east). Turn cycle #15, Rain falls harder, reducing vision to a mere 10 meters. Dilapidated buildings begin to cave in due to harsh environmental beating. Turn Cycle #20, all buildings are merely rubble and obstacles. Turn Cycle #25, Flooding hits a meter in depth by this point and increases by another meter every 3 posting cycles (28, 31, 34, ...).
When one man or team is left standing, the environment as a whole resets, just in case anybody wants to reuse the area.
Rules
All Standard Rules apply
Equal Rank-Only fights please (unless you want to fight a Kage as a Genin D-rank)
Equal number on each team. 1v1, 2v2, 3v3, etc.
Have a goddamn good time!
Post Cycle: 0
"It's going to rain."
Stein ran his hand through his shaggy blond locks of hair as he examined the cloudy sky. It was grey now, but in the distance he could even see the black, like the harbinger of evil, sailing towards him at a frightening pace. It was a shock that the sky hadn't already begun to flood around, yet he was satisfied by this. He needed more time to find shelter somewhere. And that village looked like just the place to do it. Or, so he expected.
After walking through to the center of the village, Stein had a strange feeling in his gut. All the people that should have been here, selling wares and sharing stories, laughing and conversing, they weren't here. The buildings, they were cracked and worn like tired old men ready to die. Most of the windows were either shattered, or had sheets covering them from the insides. The entrances were barred by wooden boards, which were hastily nailed into the doors to prevent access. Whatever had happened here, it seemed to have happened in a hurry, and in desperation.
Somewhat spook, Stein reached across his body with his right hand to lightly touch that weapon at his left side, the morning star. It was a crude weapon, not elegant, not graceful, not beautiful, but it did its job as well as any sword cleaved through a man's flesh. Just feeling the handle on his finger-flesh gave him a renewed sense of confidence. He had to examine this place, but where to start? How to go about doing this? It was all such a mystery.
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