Post by NRI on Dec 7, 2008 17:45:34 GMT -5
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It had been fifty years since the end of the Great Catastrophe, an event most attempt to forget yet still remember for fear of living through it once more. Villages that at one time lie in ruins now commenced to prosper once more, the efforts of their previous generations ensuring the next one would grow up in a world of normality would be a success; sort of. Traces of the grand and unfortunate event could still be found if one dares to venture in the more forbidden areas of the world, where shadows of decades ago still retain ownership over the areas. Most of the major villages had been modernized, erasing the stained past with an improved future.
It took a good while, but the leaders of the past had rebuilt each of their respective village with time and patience. Now they stare down upon the fruits of their labor, each Kage of their village sporting wrinkles and scars that told of dark secrets from long ago. Weary eyes would gaze at the seeds they had planted, fresh genin out of the academy eager to aid in their village’s attempt at sovereignty. However, despite the inspiration gained from such a sight, no one would ever forget what happened…
It was as it is now, each and every village at one point enjoying from prosperous times. Conflicts and rivalries had been resisted for many years, and during the interim, many grew strong and wealthy. Now, the fate of the shinobi world and the owners of the battlefields would be determined by a larger pool of contestants, no longer the decision of conquest place on the shoulders of a few. Every village was ready and able, and every one would have their secret array of ‘hidden weaponry’; however, no one would possess a blade sharp enough to pierce the evils that came their way. It was thought to be a world war at first, sudden disasters such as random explosions, earthquakes, humongous sand storms and tsunamis overflowing over each and every village.
Naturally this would instill dissension and mistrust, each neighboring village blaming the other for the disastrous events. Conflict was imminent, and after it’d be proven the ‘attacks’ would not cease, everyone bellowed the call of war. However, the fighting would be cut short, lasting no more than a few weeks as they soon realized the events that ravaged the land were far too grand and dangerous to ignore. Soon a fight for freedom amongst brothers turned into a fight for one’s life against the angry hand of God, and each village was left to fend for themselves in the face of nature. Most would be nearly destroyed, leaving only a few to survive, pass on the tale and start a new tomorrow. It’d be only after they had lost it all that they’d realize it was not their neighbor’s fault for the conflict, but simply some sort of unknown act of Mother Nature herself. Perhaps she grew tired of the eternal rivers of deep crimson blood that were spilt upon her? Natural retribution – it was a scary thing.
Taking what little they had the villages would recover, agreeing amongst each other a lengthy cease of fire and reinforced peace so that life could be preserved. During fifty years, the leaders that were left would commence the slow and tiring process of rebuilding their homes. It’d come with time and patience, and fortunately for those that came ahead, their elders had plenty of it. Now, the results were all around – wealth, happiness, prosperity. Some would suffer so that others wouldn’t. It wasn’t very fair, but it was how balance was retained. Now, on the eve of a very great and vibrant time for the entire shinobi world, a large celebration will be triggered. Across the lands, a mass genin examination will be attempted, an event each village’s leader agreed would solidify peace and instill hope for the future generations. If one possessed skill, one would attempt. This was it.
Enter the shoes of a new generation of leaders. Throughout the land they exist, growing up and gaining discipline through experience. It’s up to you to determine whether your homeland ever returns to how it once was. And it is up to you to uncover the mystery that lead to such misfortune fifty years ago.
Are you ready?
It had been fifty years since the end of the Great Catastrophe, an event most attempt to forget yet still remember for fear of living through it once more. Villages that at one time lie in ruins now commenced to prosper once more, the efforts of their previous generations ensuring the next one would grow up in a world of normality would be a success; sort of. Traces of the grand and unfortunate event could still be found if one dares to venture in the more forbidden areas of the world, where shadows of decades ago still retain ownership over the areas. Most of the major villages had been modernized, erasing the stained past with an improved future.
It took a good while, but the leaders of the past had rebuilt each of their respective village with time and patience. Now they stare down upon the fruits of their labor, each Kage of their village sporting wrinkles and scars that told of dark secrets from long ago. Weary eyes would gaze at the seeds they had planted, fresh genin out of the academy eager to aid in their village’s attempt at sovereignty. However, despite the inspiration gained from such a sight, no one would ever forget what happened…
It was as it is now, each and every village at one point enjoying from prosperous times. Conflicts and rivalries had been resisted for many years, and during the interim, many grew strong and wealthy. Now, the fate of the shinobi world and the owners of the battlefields would be determined by a larger pool of contestants, no longer the decision of conquest place on the shoulders of a few. Every village was ready and able, and every one would have their secret array of ‘hidden weaponry’; however, no one would possess a blade sharp enough to pierce the evils that came their way. It was thought to be a world war at first, sudden disasters such as random explosions, earthquakes, humongous sand storms and tsunamis overflowing over each and every village.
Naturally this would instill dissension and mistrust, each neighboring village blaming the other for the disastrous events. Conflict was imminent, and after it’d be proven the ‘attacks’ would not cease, everyone bellowed the call of war. However, the fighting would be cut short, lasting no more than a few weeks as they soon realized the events that ravaged the land were far too grand and dangerous to ignore. Soon a fight for freedom amongst brothers turned into a fight for one’s life against the angry hand of God, and each village was left to fend for themselves in the face of nature. Most would be nearly destroyed, leaving only a few to survive, pass on the tale and start a new tomorrow. It’d be only after they had lost it all that they’d realize it was not their neighbor’s fault for the conflict, but simply some sort of unknown act of Mother Nature herself. Perhaps she grew tired of the eternal rivers of deep crimson blood that were spilt upon her? Natural retribution – it was a scary thing.
Taking what little they had the villages would recover, agreeing amongst each other a lengthy cease of fire and reinforced peace so that life could be preserved. During fifty years, the leaders that were left would commence the slow and tiring process of rebuilding their homes. It’d come with time and patience, and fortunately for those that came ahead, their elders had plenty of it. Now, the results were all around – wealth, happiness, prosperity. Some would suffer so that others wouldn’t. It wasn’t very fair, but it was how balance was retained. Now, on the eve of a very great and vibrant time for the entire shinobi world, a large celebration will be triggered. Across the lands, a mass genin examination will be attempted, an event each village’s leader agreed would solidify peace and instill hope for the future generations. If one possessed skill, one would attempt. This was it.
Enter the shoes of a new generation of leaders. Throughout the land they exist, growing up and gaining discipline through experience. It’s up to you to determine whether your homeland ever returns to how it once was. And it is up to you to uncover the mystery that lead to such misfortune fifty years ago.
Are you ready?