Mission Name: Evalu Trading
Mission Rank: S
Theater of War: The Epsilon Eventuality
Relevant Plot NPCs N/A [Unless Requested by Players]
Mission Goal: Retrieve/destroy the cargo
Description: As the search for the scrolls continue, Several Factions have caught wind that an important supply caravan has come to give the splinter that currently has the scrolls some much needed relief. Go either retrieve the cargo or destroy it, but watch out for others who'll try to help their own faction as well as the guards trying to protect the cargo. Victory is declared when all but 1 side is incapacitated. If, by some miracle all sides are knocked out, the point will be given to the victor of the final mission.
NOTE: Genjutsu is amplified here, being treated as if the user has a +1 Tier UB to intelligence as well as a rank higher for the purposes of breaking out of it. This includes Dojutsu Genjutsu.
Payment: 100,000 | Additional 50,000 if cargo is not destroyed
Maximum Number of Participants: 2 or 3 (1 for each faction)
Mort was tired, oh so very tired today. It had been almost two years since the start of what many in his clan were calling the 'Epsilon Eventuality', and here he was, still at it. While the other major wars had been breaking out, the Land of Frost was still having it's own little war going on, someone oblivious to the major countries around it. It was probably for the best, as if a major nation truly wanted to try and sort out the mess that was the fractured Kurama community, they probably would have done so. A blessing in disguise as it were.
As the current head of the Kurama Clan, it was his duty to sort out the mess after all.
The Seraph of Swords pulled up a set of binoculars, absentmindedly munching on a few mint leaves as he scanned the skyline. Even during these colder months, Frost somehow always amazed him in the sort of plants that struggled to grow out here in the Range. Things like mint, pine, and somehow red rooibos all grew out here. Some were in obvious places like around hot springs, but others were in truly strange places, like the phantom blooms, which grew underground like a sprout, but you could always tell where they were above ground due to the flowery illusions they gave off to hide it's location. And then there was the Snowbell, a plant that he assumed was originally from the Land of Snow as it only bloomed during heavy snowfall.
He wanted this war to be over. This wasn't his ideal lifestyle.
Id would be closely by, controlling one of the two clones he made as a lookout, looking the opposite direction. Id too, was tired. Something was eating at Mort, Id knew, but somehow they couldn't tell what it was. It was eerie, like another entity was blocking them off, and if the other clone with orange eyes was in fact said entity, it wasn't talking. A call from the radio halted that train of thought.
'Seraph, do you read?'
"This is Seraph, go ahead."
'The caravan has been spotted at Quori's Pass, and we've taken down one of the enemy faction's hired shinobi. We don't know who sent them, but stay on the lookout for other hostiles.'
"Understood. Head back to Rivia and rest up. And keep and eye out for Hōki, he's still out there."
'Roger, Team 13, out.'
Setting the radio down, Id would walk over to their body and tap mort on his shoulder. He was wrapped up in his battle kimono, made in such a way it worked almost like a gi in some ways. On his back were the twin Soaring Swords, and on his hips his other two swords. Around his neck was the only keepsake he had of his mentor and Raikage, Ryuko von Rose. And of course his hat was on top, a thin layer of snow having gathered on top of it's wide brim "Let's go Mort, time to go do what we do best."
He'd tilt his head slightly, as if to look at Id. dispersing the jutsu he'd take in the info both of his clones had gathered, and then with a small tap seal up the camp he had set up before putting the scroll in one of his pockets. He'd steel his eyes, stand up, and then began to make his way to where the caravan was set to be, the sun as high in the sky as it'd get for the day.
There had to be a reason the elders called it an 'Eventuality' after all.