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  1. Plot

    Nearly an hour had passed since people had begun to fill up the room, with the small enclosure now filled beyond capacity with all kinds of different people. The entire room, save for the stage and a few feet near the door, was jam packed with people, causing the room to be hotter than it should have been, the random stench of musk and dirty bodies floated over the crowd, mixing in with the dry dusty aroma settled across the floor. The last couple of bodies had finally made their way into the hall, the body guards moving from outside of the building, now standing with their backs against the wall, looking out over the crowd. The large wooden door would be pulled shut, a giant wooden beam slide across its surface. The door was securely locked from the inside, a possible attempt to keep anyone out once the rally had started. The lights in the hall would begin to dim, the only illuminated part of the room now being the stage. A small wooden door located at the back of the wall on the stage would soon open, a hush falling over the crowd as those there were anxiously waiting for the even to begin. A large mass of black robes would spill out onto the stage, about twenty men and woman all dressed in the same black ninja uniform. It was obvious they were trying to hide their identity, however they cared less about hiding the weapons they had strapped to their bodies. Each person was decked out in various types of weapons, from swords to chain scythes and anything in between. The shrouded rebels, known as the Equalist, lined the edge of the stage, creating a perimeter to keep anyone from interfering during the rally. Their beady eyes scanned the crowd, taking a guardian type stance, as another figure walked out of the small door way, his foot steps echoing off the wooden stage with each step. As the figure made his way to the center of the stage, he stopped in front of a microphone stand. Now facing the crowd he paused for a second, allowing everyone in the room to focus their full attention. Standing before them was a familiar sight to anyone who had been paying any attention to the village lately. He was a rather tall man, wearing a grey modified flak jacket, one that had not been seen for years. Attached to the leather suit was a cloth hood, that draped over the mans face. Staring out over the crowd was a set of small brown eyes, which were peering from behind the cover of a white mask. This mask was the same one that was plastered all over the village, the pair of eyes that belonged to this man were the very same that had been attached to the posters that were plaguing the nations. He stood tall and stern, placing his hand under the microphone and gentling lifting it to his face. "Greetings my brothers and sisters, i am so very glad you have decided to join us this evening." The masked man spoke in a very soft and relaxing tone, his words drifting across the room. It was almost soothing, with a very dark implication hidden behind his words. Regardless of the weight behind his words, the crowd could not help but zone in, as if being enticed to pay attention. The mysterious man began to pace across the stage, keeping his tone the same as each and every word expertly left his mouth. "You all are here tonight because you seek change, you strive for freedom. Freedom that we once were entitled to, Freedom that is now being held hostage, hoarded by those who claim to have your best interest in mind. The Shinobi, led by the greedy and power hungry Kage, roam our lands doing as they please, suppressing your freedoms and imposing their own will. We have to abide by their rules, bend to their ambitions, and the moment we speak out, we are labeled traitors! Called rogue villains who only seek to destroy. We are the ones being destroyed! They wage war and conquest across our lands, with no regard to how things effect us and our lives. Our homes get destroyed, our people killed, for what!? For their heartless desire for more power, to assert themselves as our rulers!? We do not need to be ruled!" His words cut through the silent room, every word he spoke being absorbed by the masses watching, like hypnotized sheep, nodding to every sentence. Eventually the crowd began to speak up, men and woman agreeing with his words started to shout things in agreeance. As the speech went on it was clear that the majority of the room was on his side, and the things they were saying were boarder line disturbing. It was clear to see how powerful words could be, and how deep hatred could run. As the masked man spoke, another group of black robbed men could be seen coming out of the door, dragging with them a person who was bound by ropes and wire. The group of robed men dropped the bound man into the center of the stage, directly behind the speaker. The bound man a jounin of the village, a strong shinobi that was well known around the village. His arms were bound, his hands being kept separate, and a cloth was tied around his mouth. The crowd erupted in excitement, beginning to get louder and more violent as the rally went on. "For far to long have we been oppressed by these so called protectors. They use their gift of elemental control and super natural abilities to push us around, telling us how to live our lives. But what are they without their powers, their abilities and their weapons of murder? They are nothing, weak cowards who hide behind those with the true spines to rule over them. Their time is running out however! They have held the power over man for to long, now is our time brothers and sisters! We shall enlighten them, remove them and assert ourselves as the new power!" Another eruption of excitement exploded out from the crowd, the entire room now throwing chants out, raising their fist into the air and agreeing with this mans point. As he finished speaking, the masked man turned around and positioned himself behind the bound shinobi. Holding the microphone in his left hand and placing his right hand on the top of the prisoners head his tone became softer, but still full of conviction. "Now witness brothers and sisters, the next stage of evolution! Our weapon against the powers that would see us silenced. See how weak they are without their powers!" The bound jounin began to shake, violently, as muffled cries of pain could be heard trying to escape from the man. A soft blue glow could be seen swirling out of the mans head and up into the hooded figures arm. As the chakra drained itself from the mans body, his skin began to take on a dark hue, shriveling up as the seconds passed, making the shinobi appear to be much older than he was. The color was pulled from him, his hair turning white and his flesh taking a translucent pale color now. Detaching himself from the drained body, the masked figure let the man drop to the floor, unconscious, and made his way back to the front of the stage. "Now, you have seen real power, witnessed true conviction. It is your turn, this is your moment to be apart of the revolution. Tonight will be the first strike against our oppressors, and you all will be apart of the movement!" Dropping the microphone to the ground, the masked man would raise his hands to either side, raising his gaze up into the rafters and speaking once more, his voice no longer empowered by the microphone. "Your noble sacrifices will be the spark that ignites this revolution! Revel in this my children, you are now free and your voices will ring out through all the world!" Without warning the black robed ninja on stage jumped into the crowd, pulling out their various types of weapons, and began to mercilessly slaughter the unsuspecting people in the crowd. The masked figure stood still, arms outstretched over the crowd, as screams of shock and horror filled the room. People instantly began to run towards the door that led out, which was now guarded by about fifteen more ninja, who were now cutting down those closest to the door. Blood quickly began to fill the room, with the crowd erupting into a swarm of madness and chaos. The brave ones tried to fight back, however they were unprepared and ill equipped for the large amount of men. The masked man would vanish, no longer standing where he was, lost in the confusion of the situation. The scene quickly grew gruesome, the body count piling up. It was obvious these men had no intentions of letting anyone out alive. OOC:
  2. Plot

    Nearly an hour had passed since people had begun to fill up the room, with the small enclosure now filled beyond capacity with all kinds of different people. The entire room, save for the stage and a few feet near the door, was jam packed with people, causing the room to be hotter than it should have been, the random stench of musk and dirty bodies floated over the crowd, mixing in with the dry dusty aroma settled across the floor. The last couple of bodies had finally made their way into the hall, the body guards moving from outside of the building, now standing with their backs against the wall, looking out over the crowd. The large wooden door would be pulled shut, a giant wooden beam slide across its surface. The door was securely locked from the inside, a possible attempt to keep anyone out once the rally had started. The lights in the hall would begin to dim, the only illuminated part of the room now being the stage. A small wooden door located at the back of the wall on the stage would soon open, a hush falling over the crowd as those there were anxiously waiting for the even to begin. A large mass of black robes would spill out onto the stage, about twenty men and woman all dressed in the same black ninja uniform. It was obvious they were trying to hide their identity, however they cared less about hiding the weapons they had strapped to their bodies. Each person was decked out in various types of weapons, from swords to chain scythes and anything in between. The shrouded rebels, known as the Equalist, lined the edge of the stage, creating a perimeter to keep anyone from interfering during the rally. Their beady eyes scanned the crowd, taking a guardian type stance, as another figure walked out of the small door way, his foot steps echoing off the wooden stage with each step. As the figure made his way to the center of the stage, he stopped in front of a microphone stand. Now facing the crowd he paused for a second, allowing everyone in the room to focus their full attention. Standing before them was a familiar sight to anyone who had been paying any attention to the village lately. He was a rather tall man, wearing a grey modified flak jacket, one that had not been seen for years. Attached to the leather suit was a cloth hood, that draped over the mans face. Staring out over the crowd was a set of small brown eyes, which were peering from behind the cover of a white mask. This mask was the same one that was plastered all over the village, the pair of eyes that belonged to this man were the very same that had been attached to the posters that were plaguing the nations. He stood tall and stern, placing his hand under the microphone and gentling lifting it to his face. "Greetings my brothers and sisters, i am so very glad you have decided to join us this evening." The masked man spoke in a very soft and relaxing tone, his words drifting across the room. It was almost soothing, with a very dark implication hidden behind his words. Regardless of the weight behind his words, the crowd could not help but zone in, as if being enticed to pay attention. The mysterious man began to pace across the stage, keeping his tone the same as each and every word expertly left his mouth. "You all are here tonight because you seek change, you strive for freedom. Freedom that we once were entitled to, Freedom that is now being held hostage, hoarded by those who claim to have your best interest in mind. The Shinobi, led by the greedy and power hungry Kage, roam our lands doing as they please, suppressing your freedoms and imposing their own will. We have to abide by their rules, bend to their ambitions, and the moment we speak out, we are labeled traitors! Called rogue villains who only seek to destroy. We are the ones being destroyed! They wage war and conquest across our lands, with no regard to how things effect us and our lives. Our homes get destroyed, our people killed, for what!? For their heartless desire for more power, to assert themselves as our rulers!? We do not need to be ruled!" His words cut through the silent room, every word he spoke being absorbed by the masses watching, like hypnotized sheep, nodding to every sentence. Eventually the crowd began to speak up, men and woman agreeing with his words started to shout things in agreeance. As the speech went on it was clear that the majority of the room was on his side, and the things they were saying were boarder line disturbing. It was clear to see how powerful words could be, and how deep hatred could run. As the masked man spoke, another group of black robbed men could be seen coming out of the door, dragging with them a person who was bound by ropes and wire. The group of robed men dropped the bound man into the center of the stage, directly behind the speaker. The bound man a jounin of the village, a strong shinobi that was well known around the village. His arms were bound, his hands being kept separate, and a cloth was tied around his mouth. The crowd erupted in excitement, beginning to get louder and more violent as the rally went on. "For far to long have we been oppressed by these so called protectors. They use their gift of elemental control and super natural abilities to push us around, telling us how to live our lives. But what are they without their powers, their abilities and their weapons of murder? They are nothing, weak cowards who hide behind those with the true spines to rule over them. Their time is running out however! They have held the power over man for to long, now is our time brothers and sisters! We shall enlighten them, remove them and assert ourselves as the new power!" Another eruption of excitement exploded out from the crowd, the entire room now throwing chants out, raising their fist into the air and agreeing with this mans point. As he finished speaking, the masked man turned around and positioned himself behind the bound shinobi. Holding the microphone in his left hand and placing his right hand on the top of the prisoners head his tone became softer, but still full of conviction. "Now witness brothers and sisters, the next stage of evolution! Our weapon against the powers that would see us silenced. See how weak they are without their powers!" The bound jounin began to shake, violently, as muffled cries of pain could be heard trying to escape from the man. A soft blue glow could be seen swirling out of the mans head and up into the hooded figures arm. As the chakra drained itself from the mans body, his skin began to take on a dark hue, shriveling up as the seconds passed, making the shinobi appear to be much older than he was. The color was pulled from him, his hair turning white and his flesh taking a translucent pale color now. Detaching himself from the drained body, the masked figure let the man drop to the floor, unconscious, and made his way back to the front of the stage. "Now, you have seen real power, witnessed true conviction. It is your turn, this is your moment to be apart of the revolution. Tonight will be the first strike against our oppressors, and you all will be apart of the movement!" Dropping the microphone to the ground, the masked man would raise his hands to either side, raising his gaze up into the rafters and speaking once more, his voice no longer empowered by the microphone. "Your noble sacrifices will be the spark that ignites this revolution! Revel in this my children, you are now free and your voices will ring out through all the world!" Without warning the black robed ninja on stage jumped into the crowd, pulling out their various types of weapons, and began to mercilessly slaughter the unsuspecting people in the crowd. The masked figure stood still, arms outstretched over the crowd, as screams of shock and horror filled the room. People instantly began to run towards the door that led out, which was now guarded by about fifteen more ninja, who were now cutting down those closest to the door. Blood quickly began to fill the room, with the crowd erupting into a swarm of madness and chaos. The brave ones tried to fight back, however they were unprepared and ill equipped for the large amount of men. The masked man would vanish, no longer standing where he was, lost in the confusion of the situation. The scene quickly grew gruesome, the body count piling up. It was obvious these men had no intentions of letting anyone out alive. OOC:
  3. Plot

    Nearly an hour had passed since people had begun to fill up the room, with the small enclosure now filled beyond capacity with all kinds of different people. The entire room, save for the stage and a few feet near the door, was jam packed with people, causing the room to be hotter than it should have been, the random stench of musk and dirty bodies floated over the crowd, mixing in with the dry dusty aroma settled across the floor. The last couple of bodies had finally made their way into the hall, the body guards moving from outside of the building, now standing with their backs against the wall, looking out over the crowd. The large wooden door would be pulled shut, a giant wooden beam slide across its surface. The door was securely locked from the inside, a possible attempt to keep anyone out once the rally had started. The lights in the hall would begin to dim, the only illuminated part of the room now being the stage. A small wooden door located at the back of the wall on the stage would soon open, a hush falling over the crowd as those there were anxiously waiting for the even to begin. A large mass of black robes would spill out onto the stage, about twenty men and woman all dressed in the same black ninja uniform. It was obvious they were trying to hide their identity, however they cared less about hiding the weapons they had strapped to their bodies. Each person was decked out in various types of weapons, from swords to chain scythes and anything in between. The shrouded rebels, known as the Equalist, lined the edge of the stage, creating a perimeter to keep anyone from interfering during the rally. Their beady eyes scanned the crowd, taking a guardian type stance, as another figure walked out of the small door way, his foot steps echoing off the wooden stage with each step. As the figure made his way to the center of the stage, he stopped in front of a microphone stand. Now facing the crowd he paused for a second, allowing everyone in the room to focus their full attention. Standing before them was a familiar sight to anyone who had been paying any attention to the village lately. He was a rather tall man, wearing a grey modified flak jacket, one that had not been seen for years. Attached to the leather suit was a cloth hood, that draped over the mans face. Staring out over the crowd was a set of small brown eyes, which were peering from behind the cover of a white mask. This mask was the same one that was plastered all over the village, the pair of eyes that belonged to this man were the very same that had been attached to the posters that were plaguing the nations. He stood tall and stern, placing his hand under the microphone and gentling lifting it to his face. "Greetings my brothers and sisters, i am so very glad you have decided to join us this evening." The masked man spoke in a very soft and relaxing tone, his words drifting across the room. It was almost soothing, with a very dark implication hidden behind his words. Regardless of the weight behind his words, the crowd could not help but zone in, as if being enticed to pay attention. The mysterious man began to pace across the stage, keeping his tone the same as each and every word expertly left his mouth. "You all are here tonight because you seek change, you strive for freedom. Freedom that we once were entitled to, Freedom that is now being held hostage, hoarded by those who claim to have your best interest in mind. The Shinobi, led by the greedy and power hungry Kage, roam our lands doing as they please, suppressing your freedoms and imposing their own will. We have to abide by their rules, bend to their ambitions, and the moment we speak out, we are labeled traitors! Called rogue villains who only seek to destroy. We are the ones being destroyed! They wage war and conquest across our lands, with no regard to how things effect us and our lives. Our homes get destroyed, our people killed, for what!? For their heartless desire for more power, to assert themselves as our rulers!? We do not need to be ruled!" His words cut through the silent room, every word he spoke being absorbed by the masses watching, like hypnotized sheep, nodding to every sentence. Eventually the crowd began to speak up, men and woman agreeing with his words started to shout things in agreeance. As the speech went on it was clear that the majority of the room was on his side, and the things they were saying were boarder line disturbing. It was clear to see how powerful words could be, and how deep hatred could run. As the masked man spoke, another group of black robbed men could be seen coming out of the door, dragging with them a person who was bound by ropes and wire. The group of robed men dropped the bound man into the center of the stage, directly behind the speaker. The bound man a jounin of the village, a strong shinobi that was well known around the village. His arms were bound, his hands being kept separate, and a cloth was tied around his mouth. The crowd erupted in excitement, beginning to get louder and more violent as the rally went on. "For far to long have we been oppressed by these so called protectors. They use their gift of elemental control and super natural abilities to push us around, telling us how to live our lives. But what are they without their powers, their abilities and their weapons of murder? They are nothing, weak cowards who hide behind those with the true spines to rule over them. Their time is running out however! They have held the power over man for to long, now is our time brothers and sisters! We shall enlighten them, remove them and assert ourselves as the new power!" Another eruption of excitement exploded out from the crowd, the entire room now throwing chants out, raising their fist into the air and agreeing with this mans point. As he finished speaking, the masked man turned around and positioned himself behind the bound shinobi. Holding the microphone in his left hand and placing his right hand on the top of the prisoners head his tone became softer, but still full of conviction. "Now witness brothers and sisters, the next stage of evolution! Our weapon against the powers that would see us silenced. See how weak they are without their powers!" The bound jounin began to shake, violently, as muffled cries of pain could be heard trying to escape from the man. A soft blue glow could be seen swirling out of the mans head and up into the hooded figures arm. As the chakra drained itself from the mans body, his skin began to take on a dark hue, shriveling up as the seconds passed, making the shinobi appear to be much older than he was. The color was pulled from him, his hair turning white and his flesh taking a translucent pale color now. Detaching himself from the drained body, the masked figure let the man drop to the floor, unconscious, and made his way back to the front of the stage. "Now, you have seen real power, witnessed true conviction. It is your turn, this is your moment to be apart of the revolution. Tonight will be the first strike against our oppressors, and you all will be apart of the movement!" Dropping the microphone to the ground, the masked man would raise his hands to either side, raising his gaze up into the rafters and speaking once more, his voice no longer empowered by the microphone. "Your noble sacrifices will be the spark that ignites this revolution! Revel in this my children, you are now free and your voices will ring out through all the world!" Without warning the black robed ninja on stage jumped into the crowd, pulling out their various types of weapons, and began to mercilessly slaughter the unsuspecting people in the crowd. The masked figure stood still, arms outstretched over the crowd, as screams of shock and horror filled the room. People instantly began to run towards the door that led out, which was now guarded by about fifteen more ninja, who were now cutting down those closest to the door. Blood quickly began to fill the room, with the crowd erupting into a swarm of madness and chaos. The brave ones tried to fight back, however they were unprepared and ill equipped for the large amount of men. The masked man would vanish, no longer standing where he was, lost in the confusion of the situation. The scene quickly grew gruesome, the body count piling up. It was obvious these men had no intentions of letting anyone out alive. OOC:
  4. Plot

    The sounds of mumbling and whispers slowly began to fill the small dark room, a tight cramped location hidden somewhere deep in the village. It was a square room, most likely an old abandoned building being repurposed for whatever was about to take place. Rumors had been spreading all week of this meeting, with most people believing it to be nothing more than a myth. However those who paid enough attention managed to learn the secret location. With the start time quickly approaching, people began to flood in, cramming as many people as they could into the room. The smell of dust and sweat filled the air, a low rumble of voices setting the mood. The front of the room held a stage, illuminated by several spotlights shining down on the wooden platform. There were a few microphones located near the front, with a massive banner hanging from the wall behind the stage, a banner that oddly resembled many of the posters that had been plastered around the village. The stage was empty at the moment, no one in sight for now, however voices could be heard coming from behind a wall, signs that things were about to begin. The opposite side of the room bore a small door, located at the base of a stone stair way that lead up into the streets of the village. Two dark figures stood positioned at the door, obviously body guards who were inspecting people as they entered. For a meeting that was meant to be a secret, many people seemed to know about it. The room was quickly filling up as all kinds of individuals could be seen finding their spots on the floor. Apart from the random whispers, the room was actually pretty quiet, everyone on edge, tension filling the room. The walls of the room were littered with posters, with most of the people holding signs or wearing articles of clothing to symbolize they stood for this cause. That cause was still unknown though. Everyone here was anxious and ready to meet the man they had so blindly been following for the past few weeks. This meeting was promised to enlighten those who were tired of the unjust treatment by the shinobi world. An era of revolution was on the horizon, one which promised freedom from oppression. The truth would coming eventually, for now the meeting place continued to fill up, many eager ears ready to hear the truth and be enlightened.
  5. Plot

    The sounds of mumbling and whispers slowly began to fill the small dark room, a tight cramped location hidden somewhere deep in the village. It was a square room, most likely an old abandoned building being repurposed for whatever was about to take place. Rumors had been spreading all week of this meeting, with most people believing it to be nothing more than a myth. However those who paid enough attention managed to learn the secret location. With the start time quickly approaching, people began to flood in, cramming as many people as they could into the room. The smell of dust and sweat filled the air, a low rumble of voices setting the mood. The front of the room held a stage, illuminated by several spotlights shining down on the wooden platform. There were a few microphones located near the front, with a massive banner hanging from the wall behind the stage, a banner that oddly resembled many of the posters that had been plastered around the village. The stage was empty at the moment, no one in sight for now, however voices could be heard coming from behind a wall, signs that things were about to begin. The opposite side of the room bore a small door, located at the base of a stone stair way that lead up into the streets of the village. Two dark figures stood positioned at the door, obviously body guards who were inspecting people as they entered. For a meeting that was meant to be a secret, many people seemed to know about it. The room was quickly filling up as all kinds of individuals could be seen finding their spots on the floor. Apart from the random whispers, the room was actually pretty quiet, everyone on edge, tension filling the room. The walls of the room were littered with posters, with most of the people holding signs or wearing articles of clothing to symbolize they stood for this cause. That cause was still unknown though. Everyone here was anxious and ready to meet the man they had so blindly been following for the past few weeks. This meeting was promised to enlighten those who were tired of the unjust treatment by the shinobi world. An era of revolution was on the horizon, one which promised freedom from oppression. The truth would coming eventually, for now the meeting place continued to fill up, many eager ears ready to hear the truth and be enlightened.
  6. Plot

    The sounds of mumbling and whispers slowly began to fill the small dark room, a tight cramped location hidden somewhere deep in the village. It was a square room, most likely an old abandoned building being repurposed for whatever was about to take place. Rumors had been spreading all week of this meeting, with most people believing it to be nothing more than a myth. However those who paid enough attention managed to learn the secret location. With the start time quickly approaching, people began to flood in, cramming as many people as they could into the room. The smell of dust and sweat filled the air, a low rumble of voices setting the mood. The front of the room held a stage, illuminated by several spotlights shining down on the wooden platform. There were a few microphones located near the front, with a massive banner hanging from the wall behind the stage, a banner that oddly resembled many of the posters that had been plastered around the village. The stage was empty at the moment, no one in sight for now, however voices could be heard coming from behind a wall, signs that things were about to begin. The opposite side of the room bore a small door, located at the base of a stone stair way that lead up into the streets of the village. Two dark figures stood positioned at the door, obviously body guards who were inspecting people as they entered. For a meeting that was meant to be a secret, many people seemed to know about it. The room was quickly filling up as all kinds of individuals could be seen finding their spots on the floor. Apart from the random whispers, the room was actually pretty quiet, everyone on edge, tension filling the room. The walls of the room were littered with posters, with most of the people holding signs or wearing articles of clothing to symbolize they stood for this cause. That cause was still unknown though. Everyone here was anxious and ready to meet the man they had so blindly been following for the past few weeks. This meeting was promised to enlighten those who were tired of the unjust treatment by the shinobi world. An era of revolution was on the horizon, one which promised freedom from oppression. The truth would coming eventually, for now the meeting place continued to fill up, many eager ears ready to hear the truth and be enlightened.
  7. Plot

    Chapter Two: The Rally Tension has continued to grow through out the villages, with the general population getting uneasy with each passing day. Posters have continued to go up, littering much of the modern world in hate speech and propaganda against the Shinobi Villages. The villages have been busy patrolling the streets and removing these posters, spending much of their resources on investigating the locations. With the combined effort of the ninja inspecting these posters, rumors of a secret underground rally have begun to pop up. Each village has learned of an underground meeting being held in secret some where in the village. The details of this meeting are unknown, however it has been said that the leader of this revolution will be there in person, delivering a speech. The leaders are interested in this mans motives and are eager to get eyes and ears into the meeting. What purpose does this mysterious man have for holding rallies? Why is he doing it hidden deep within the village? It is up to you to get to the bottom of these mysterious events. The first round of our plot activities have come to an end! As of now the Investigate Propaganda Posters missions are closed. You may continue any currently open topics and finish the mission, however no new ones may be created. All of the hard work from our members have opened up the next phase, a secret rally being held by an unknown figure! The leaders are assigning their shinobi with a special covert mission, a mission to infiltrate the rally undetected and under a disguise. The elders are curious as to what this mans intentions are, and instead of making a mess, they want you to sneak in and see what message this man has. This comes with a new mission, unlike the first mission this one will be three separate topics, one for each village. Once the topic goes up, all members of that village will receive a secret message detailing where this meeting will be held. Once the topic is up you will have until Wednesday, July 19th to make your first post. This post should be you detailing how you got to the rally, how you hid yourself and what you are doing in the crowd. On the 19th the topic will be closed to anyone who has not already posted in it. The topic will continue with staff controlling the pace of the topic. This one is time sensitive, so make sure you reply if you are interested. Once you make your first entrance topic, you do not need to post again until the story teller has posted. These topics will explain the plot and lay out the floor plan for the upcoming chapters. Mission Name | Infiltrate the Rally Mission Type | Plot (Open to all Villages) Ranking | B Repeatable? | No, You must make your first post before July 19th Reward | 30 Exp will be rewarded to everyone who participated after the topic Mission NPCs | None Mission Description | A secret rally has been discovered, one being held somewhere within the village. You are charged with infiltrating this rally while under disguise. The elders want you to gather as much information as you can without giving away who you are. This rally is bound to be filled with dangerous people and many criminals. While you may get the desire to attack or apprehend the enemies, starting something may only cause the situation to escalate, putting you and any one else in danger. Your job is to remain under cover and obtain as much information as you can. You must not reveal who you are or why you are there. This is a very delicate mission, for if the enemy is engaged or the rally is ended early, the mission is considered failed for every one involved. Word Count | Each person who wishes to participate must make one post before the 19th. Once the topic is closed the rally will begin. The mission is not considered complete until the rally is over and the speaker has given his speech. Requirements | Once completed you may turn in on your character sheets. These missions do not count towards the mission limit and can be done regardless of how many other missions you have going on.
  8. Name | Unknown Nickname | The Equalist Title Name | - Gender | Unknown Age | Unknown Home Link | Village | None Clan | The Equalist Village Ranking: | Missing Ninja Shinobi Ranking | C Element(s) | None Specialties | Primary: Bukijutsu Secondary: Taijutsu Bloodline | None Hair Color | Unknown Eye Color | Unknown Height | Unknown Weight | Unknown Appearance | The Equalist are a group of unknown individuals, there is an untold amount of them, and they all dress the same. Their identities remain hidden beneath the black ninja cloaks they wear. They all wear unified outfits to mask their true identities. Their outfit consist of one all black ninja gi, outfitted with grey wrappings to hold their weapons. They wear black mask to cover their faces and hide every single feature of who they are. Personality | The Equalist are cruel unforgiving individuals who show no mercy and care not for others outside of their clan. They have a deep seated hatred for the large shinobi villages and believe that the governments that rule have been oppressing the lower class civilians. After years of hiding in the dark the Equalist have decided to make their voices heard. They are a group of trained warriors who excel in hand to hand combat and weapon usage. While there is nothing special about one, their true power comes in the fact that they never fight alone, and seem to have an endless supply of people doing their dirty work. Chakra | 100 Stamina | 200 Jutsu | Equipment | Forms | Creatures/Summons | Styles |
  9. Plot

    "Rise of the Legion" It is time for Shinobi Generations first ever plot event! This is going to be a site wide event that is open to all to participate in, regardless of rank, skill level or village affiliation. Now while taking part in the plot event is optional, the events that take place will directly affect both the world and the site, so make sure to get involved and help shape our world. This event will be the first in a series of plot based activities that will take place over the next few months, with each chapter leading into the next. The goal is to tell a complex and interactive story while giving the members something bigger to be apart of. Things can continue to go the way they have been, with you making creations, doing missions and interacting with each other, while the over arching plot will always remain ever present in the back ground. This is your moment to be apart of SG history, being apart of what shapes and forms our world. This event will work like any other story, being broken down into chapters, with the events of the first carrying over into the next. Every part of the plot will be guided with staff working behind the scenes to give you a deep and immersive story. This is meant to be a fun exciting opportunity for all members of SG to live out a more defined story line, so we ask that you keep the story in mind while participating. Now lets get on with the story! Chapter One: You Can't Kill an Idea! Over the past couple of weeks mysterious posters have been popping up through out each of the villages. It started small, with a poster here and there through out lesser known parts of the world, however it has begun to catch like wildfire, with every street corner in every major village now playing host to one of these posters. They are simple sheets of paper, all with different images or different slogans, but they all have the same message: Revolution. Normally the rantings and ravings of mad men get tossed aside, however the public has taken to these, and now groups of protesters are beginning to spring up across the villages, wearing symbols of revolt and chanting words of protest. And yet none of them really know what they are protesting against. There is some force at work here, someone behind the scenes who is working very hard to entice distrust among the populace, and they are succeeding. Who ever is behind these actions has yet to show themselves, and yet the effects are already starting to show. Tension is building, people are demanding change, but can change come when a problem has yet to surface? The leaders are beginning to grow unsettled, they are being asked to fix things that are not broken. With the uncertainty of what will happen next rising there has been a call to take action, all active shinobi being put on alert and are being asked to assist in the situation. The kage's and elders of each village have created task for their Shinobi, to patrol the village, investigate the area around these posters and to even remove the propaganda. The longer these adverts remain open to the public, the harder it becomes to control the growing tension. All Shinobi are being assigned to missions to help rid the village of these posters. It is important that as much information as possible can be obtained, if there is any hope of unveiling the mysterious person behind these actions, more information must be gathered. Mission Name | Investigate Propaganda Posters Mission Type | Plot (Open to all Villages) Ranking | C Repeatable? | Yes, Mission must be completed by two man cells, can not be done solo Reward | 500 Ryo and 20 EXP to each participant. Mission NPCs | None Mission Description | Each Shinobi is being tasked with investigating the area around the location of one of the posters. They are to scope the area looking for any clues for who might have placed the poster. They should also remove any poster they may find and quell any unruly civilians in the vicinity. If the shinobi manage to locate a suspicious individual they are to take as much detail as they can, but are not advised to engage in open combat. With the growing tension of the civilians rising a dangerous riot is the last thing the leaders need on their hands. This mission must be completed by two man cells and can not be done solo. Word Count | The mission is considered complete when the area has been properly investigated. The mission is not considered complete until a total of ten post have been made, five from each participant. Requirements | The title must contain a (Plot) tag in the title line. Once completed you may turn in on your character sheets. These missions do not count towards the mission limit and can be done regardless of how many other missions you have going on. Unrest is growing, the villages are losing control of their population, and it is up to you to get to the bottom of this. What sinister plot lies behind these cries for revolution, what unknown force pulls the strings from the shadows. Will peace return to the villages or will this mysterious entity prevail at starting an uprising!
  10. plot

    A hooded figure weaves themselves through the crowded streets, features hidden beneath the large cloak, intentions unknown. The sun rises over head, signaling the afternoon rush, causing crowds of people to pour into the streets. Workers hurry home, ready to end a busy day on the job, children play and run around, enjoying the gift of youth. Shinobi patrol the streets, making sure the village is protected and safe. All fail to notice the small frame of an unknown revolutionary, quickly sliding a rolled up piece of paper from beneath the cloak. Using the busy afternoon air and the frantic crowds as cover, the individual quickly unrolls the paper to reveal a colorful and large poster. With one swift motion the poster is placed upon the wall of a local shop, in prime space for all to witness. Like a distant shadow the stranger is gone, with no one aware that they ever existed. All that remains is a poster, a symbol of revolution, a spark that will soon unleash an uprising. People start to notice this poster, and in a matter of minutes crowds form around the building. No one knows what it means, but as more and more begin to pop up, many begin to think change is on the wind. Although each poster is different, the message is the same, and beneath each of them is written a single phrase. YOU CAN'T KILL AN IDEA!
  11. plot

    A hooded figure weaves themselves through the crowded streets, features hidden beneath the large cloak, intentions unknown. The sun rises over head, signaling the afternoon rush, causing crowds of people to pour into the streets. Workers hurry home, ready to end a busy day on the job, children play and run around, enjoying the gift of youth. Shinobi patrol the streets, making sure the village is protected and safe. All fail to notice the small frame of an unknown revolutionary, quickly sliding a rolled up piece of paper from beneath the cloak. Using the busy afternoon air and the frantic crowds as cover, the individual quickly unrolls the paper to reveal a colorful and large poster. With one swift motion the poster is placed upon the wall of a local shop, in prime space for all to witness. Like a distant shadow the stranger is gone, with no one aware that they ever existed. All that remains is a poster, a symbol of revolution, a spark that will soon unleash an uprising. People start to notice this poster, and in a matter of minutes crowds form around the building. No one knows what it means, but as more and more begin to pop up, many begin to think change is on the wind. Although each poster is different, the message is the same, and beneath each of them is written a single phrase. YOU CAN'T KILL AN IDEA!
  12. plot

    A hooded figure weaves themselves through the crowded streets, features hidden beneath the large cloak, intentions unknown. The sun rises over head, signaling the afternoon rush, causing crowds of people to pour into the streets. Workers hurry home, ready to end a busy day on the job, children play and run around, enjoying the gift of youth. Shinobi patrol the streets, making sure the village is protected and safe. All fail to notice the small frame of an unknown revolutionary, quickly sliding a rolled up piece of paper from beneath the cloak. Using the busy afternoon air and the frantic crowds as cover, the individual quickly unrolls the paper to reveal a colorful and large poster. With one swift motion the poster is placed upon the wall of a local shop, in prime space for all to witness. Like a distant shadow the stranger is gone, with no one aware that they ever existed. All that remains is a poster, a symbol of revolution, a spark that will soon unleash an uprising. People start to notice this poster, and in a matter of minutes crowds form around the building. No one knows what it means, but as more and more begin to pop up, many begin to think change is on the wind. Although each poster is different, the message is the same, and beneath each of them is written a single phrase. YOU CAN'T KILL AN IDEA!
  13. plot

    A hooded figure weaves themselves through the crowded streets, features hidden beneath the large cloak, intentions unknown. The sun rises over head, signaling the afternoon rush, causing crowds of people to pour into the streets. Workers hurry home, ready to end a busy day on the job, children play and run around, enjoying the gift of youth. Shinobi patrol the streets, making sure the village is protected and safe. All fail to notice the small frame of an unknown revolutionary, quickly sliding a rolled up piece of paper from beneath the cloak. Using the busy afternoon air and the frantic crowds as cover, the individual quickly unrolls the paper to reveal a colorful and large poster. With one swift motion the poster is placed upon the wall of a local shop, in prime space for all to witness. Like a distant shadow the stranger is gone, with no one aware that they ever existed. All that remains is a poster, a symbol of revolution, a spark that will soon unleash an uprising. People start to notice this poster, and in a matter of minutes crowds form around the building. No one knows what it means, but as more and more begin to pop up, many begin to think change is on the wind. Although each poster is different, the message is the same, and beneath each of them is written a single phrase. YOU CAN'T KILL AN IDEA!
  14. Plot

    A hooded figure weaves themselves through the crowded streets, features hidden beneath the large cloak, intentions unknown. The sun rises over head, signaling the afternoon rush, causing crowds of people to pour into the streets. Workers hurry home, ready to end a busy day on the job, children play and run around, enjoying the gift of youth. Shinobi patrol the streets, making sure the village is protected and safe. All fail to notice the small frame of an unknown revolutionary, quickly sliding a rolled up piece of paper from beneath the cloak. Using the busy afternoon air and the frantic crowds as cover, the individual quickly unrolls the paper to reveal a colorful and large poster. With one swift motion the poster is placed upon the wall of a local shop, in prime space for all to witness. Like a distant shadow the stranger is gone, with no one aware that they ever existed. All that remains is a poster, a symbol of revolution, a spark that will soon unleash an uprising. People start to notice this poster, and in a matter of minutes crowds form around the building. No one knows what it means, but as more and more begin to pop up, many begin to think change is on the wind. Although each poster is different, the message is the same, and beneath each of them is written a single phrase. YOU CAN'T KILL AN IDEA!