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 Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2008 2:02 pm
-Hanton-Earth Country Hanton is a large and vast city since it is the capital of the Earth Country. It is kept rather clean and organized since everyone in the country is blindly loyal and trusting of one another. The Emperor, Yochi San, has ran the country for some time now with everyone following her lead without question. The palace is large with special architectural designs that are unique and different from any other country. In the center of the city is an arena where many battles are held for fun. Not only battles, but a variety of games are held at the arena. It was once a place that was open to all countries, but after Shiyue waged war upon Hanton's door steps, the Earth Country has closed itself off. There's always dancing, singing and celebrations going on in Hanton since the city is flourishing and everyone is happy. One of the most popular dances is The Trio of Duets. Its a song dedicated to the reign of the Yochi Dynasty and is played before the events at the arena.
Arena
The Arena has seven separate stadiums all divided by thick granite walls, which can be raised and lowered through a set of mechanic gears that were created by Hanton's egineers. There is an outer circle and inner circle of stadium seats surrounding the stadium. Important figures are generally found sitting in the inner circle, being able to chose to sit and different heights for better viewing of the battles. The outer wall sits very high up, which makes the fights somewhat harder to see. Each stadium contains trees, a natural earthy ground and two small ponds located near the outer wall. It would be hard to have a battle leave its arena since the walls are thick and hard to break.
Wall HP: 500
To Get into Hanton-By StealthDC: 75 1d20 + Spy -By DisguiseDC: 50 1d20 + Disguise Rules of the Arena- Do not Kill - Do not Loot - Fights Stay in the Arena - No Gambling - No Summons - No partners
Character Name: Hanton SoldierElement Affinity: Earth. Clothing: Earth Country soldiers wear heavily plated armor and are highly skilled. Their leaders are users in ninjutsu and so they have been taught some small ninjutsu as well. Their armor is silver with green garments underneath. In the center of the chest plate is the symbol of a Hanton Tree. The symbol is also found on their shields. Special: Hanton guards never take full damage, unless a critical hit or sneak attack is successful. They always take half damage due to their heavy armor. NPC Stats
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 7:05 am
The Arena of the Earthy Country was built in the middle of the empire. No one had visited the capital of the Earthy Country in decades, but now it was opening its doors to its first visitors in twenty years. Music could be heard throughout the entire stadium as leaders from many provinces gathered in their seats facing the arena they would most like to view. In the center of all the arenas high in a balcony sat the empress of the Earthy Country, Yochi San. She stood in front of her ornate chair as the crowds cheered for the contestants below. Red, pink and violet petals fell from crowds into the arenas below on those facing one another. Raising both her hands in the air, the sounds of flutes rang in the arena, quieting the crowds in order to let their governess speak.
"I welcome you all to Hanton and our first annual sparing tournament," the woman said with a booming voice. For those that had laid eyes for the first time on the woman would not expect such a commanding voice to come from such a petite body. "I wish the best of luck to our contestants and would like to remind them that they fight today on behalf of their country, province and village. Do well on their behalf," San said, nodding her head over to a man that stood at the edge of the balcony to her right.
"AHEM!" the man coughed loudly as he unraveled a scroll.
"- Do not Kill
- Do not Loot
- Fights Stay in the Arena
- No Gambling
- No Summons
- No partners
Those are the rules of the Hanton arena, please abide by them and enjoy yourselves.... LET THE FIGHTS BEGIN!" the man called out as he hit a gong to signal the beginning of the fights.
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 7:22 am
 As everyone began to get wryly, San slowly sat back down in her seat. Since it was spring time, the weather in Hanton was extremely warm. San wore an ornate pink outfit with a beautiful headress decorated in pink hibiscus flowers. Jewels also dangled from her golden headress and jingled as she moved down to her seat. Her soft pale skin was being shown off today as her legs, thighs, stomach, arms and chest were uncovered. A soft pink cloth wrapped around her breasts and waist to keep her personal areas hidden from view. Crossing one leg over the over, the golden bracelets on her ankles jingled against her bare feet as she sat forward to watch the contestants battle. There were many spar matches today and she was eager to see just how everyone did. There were certain contestants that San was rather interested in, and they were the ones from an island called Shimagakure, a place she had once been invited to be a part off. Brushing a golden wisp of hair from her petal pink cheeks, San's golden bracelets around her wrist jingled as she waited for a certain someone to take their place next to her in the balcony; The Kage of Shimagakure. San had learned his name, but knew nothing more. She was very curious to see who had taken Uchiha Ichi's place as Kage of Shimagakure, but she would have to be patient for him to arrive. The empress of the Earth Country had some peculiar business to speak to this man about... Her heart yearned for answers and he was the one to give them to her. Crossing her yellow green eyes over to the doorway, San stared intently waiting for her guest...
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 9:36 pm
Seshiro was waiting inside his cell on the arena with only the company of two guards. He had been dragged against his will here to this wretched place. This was supposed to be some kind of tournament of some sort and he was supposed to participate just because the Rice country Daimyo wanted to create some sort of political connections to this land. Two years in the Rice country's jail had made him somewhat bitter but stronger and he was well aware of his position as a pawn.
Iago had told him it was his chance to see some freedom at last so he didnt complain to it, some excercise would definately do him good. Yet he knew nothing of to what was he up against and that scared him. Outside he could hear the cheers and shouts of people as contestants where taken into the different Arenas to start their battle and his heart only sped up.
" Guards, go and hurry up whoever is in charge of putting me to a fight eh? I whanna get out of here"
Yet something bothered him. He had heard rumors about the tournament, Shinobi from all the lands where going to compete here and it was probable that someone from Shima might be around. He didnt know exactly what had transpired at the end of the Orochi invasion but he was afraid that after two years he might be thought to be a traitor. He wasnt even sure if he was. They might also think he was dead and that would be much better for now.
To keep things like that Seshiro had only asked for something in return to accept participating in the tournament: a mask. THe Daimyo agreed being amused by his condition and brought him a variety of mask to choose from.When Seshiro chose the one he wanted and the clothes he was to wear THe Daimyo couldnt help but laugh and applaud the choice feeling it would be a great spectacle.
Seshiro was dressed in some Black Shinto priest robe shirt with long sleeves. It had decorative gray swirls and the sleeves seemed to be sown apart from the shirt itself as one could see a bit of Seshiro's pale shoulders. His pants where black as well from the same fabric as his Shinto priest shirt. The pants where baggy down to after the knee and then there where bandages tied all the way to the ankle. He was wearing then some Black Tabi and some sandals under that. His clothing made it really dificult to distinguish any physical attributes for it was pretty loose, thus making it hard to tell whether he was strongly built or a wimpy skinny guy. To complete his cover he wore his mask, a female Kabuki mask, all the time so that none could see his face. It was the fact that the mask was the face of a woman what had cracked the Daimyo and as he later guessed the clothing served as well the purpose of not letting spectators be able to guess whether he was a girl or a boy.
Kabuki mask
Waiting for his moment, Seshiro could only think of one thing: Hitting his enemy hard, he would get those two years in a cell out of his system with this guy...
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Eifer rolled 1 20-sided dice:
20
Total: 20 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Jun 23, 2009 7:56 pm
With Aya and Kana both fighting in the Arena Kazuma had been left to entertain himself. Apparently they hadn't trusted him enough to leave him at the base alone, although trusting him to behave in the city was just as much of a bad idea. He was taken aback at first by the sights and sounds of Hanton. The closest Kazuma had been to any sort of city before then was just before being sent back home on the boat. He'd caught a brief glimpse of the port on the edge of Tonato but now he was actually in a city. The excitement was easily visible on his face as he searched for the entrance to the Arena's public spectators seating. There was a large crowd shuffling into the doorway. Everyone wanted to see the fights today but Kazuma wasn't about to miss his brothers fight.
A sea of people blocked his way through, it almost looked like a solid wall. There was nothing to do but charge in. Kazuma pulled his goggles down over his eyes and darted into the mess, slipping through a small gap before it closed behind him. Now he was in the middle of the mess and people where shuffling closer to him. The feeling of an imminent crushing by the masses was hard to shake off. The walls of people were closing in around him and it sounded like the fights were already beginning.
Dodge
Against the Crowd
1d20 + Dodge (7) = 27
DC: 17
Train: 1/3
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Eifer rolled 1 20-sided dice:
19
Total: 19 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Jun 23, 2009 11:39 pm
Surrounded on all sides, stuck in the middle of the crowd he was almost better off on the outside looking in. The crowd suddenly shifted as someone was shoved right past Kazuma. That was his opening and he took it. Darting through the gap and into a slighlty more open area. The crowd had thinned a little on this side of the door way but it was still a mess to get through. He managed to slip past another small group of people and had a fairly clear run for a little while. The staircase leading up to the observation area was mostly clear it was once he was up top in the open air again that things got troubling again. He'd made it into the arena but now he had to find a spot where he could see his brothers fight.
Dodge
Against the Crowd
1d20 + Dodge (7) = 26
DC: 17
Train: 2/3
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Eifer rolled 1 20-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 8:33 am
Pushing his way through the crowd Kazuma stalked around for a good viewing area and amazingly quickly spotted such a position. He rushed into the gap a little too eagerly as he failed to notice the full moon descending towards the earth. He turned his gaze up towards the heavens just in time to catch the horror before it smothered him. A man who could easily claim the title of fattest man in Hanton had failed to see the young Kumo and anything below his gut. He didn't even seem to notice he was squishing Kazuma between his massive butt and the wall. Only his hand poked out from the blob of flesh, twitching pathetically as he was slowly smothered.
Dodge
Against the Crowd
1d20 + Dodge (7) = 13
DC: 17
Train: 2/3
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Eifer rolled 1 20-sided dice:
16
Total: 16 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 8:51 am
The twitching stopped had Kazuma really suffocated that quickly? Had Hantons fattest man murdered the poor boy without even knowing? The sudden look of surprise on Fatmans face suggested otherwise. In reality Kazuma had just given the fatman the worse pinch on the butt he'd ever received. Moving faster than you'd ever expect someone of that size to Kazuma took his chance to break free. The only thing fatman would be breaking was his jaw he stumbled and crashed head first into the ground. Kazuma was extremely happy with the results not only did he have his spot but now he had a rather comfy seat aswell. The satisfaction faded quickly as he realized just how poor the view of the arena was from the common stands. He could barely see anything. " Well this sucks..." He mumbled in disappointment. Leaning against the edge of the stand he looked across at the tower dominating the middle of the arena and as his gaze trailed back down towards the ground he noticed the people viewing the arena from the much better position on the inner circle. It wasn't hard to figure out it was for the upper class and probably guarded but of course Kazuma wouldn't let a little thing like that get in his way! All he needed was a disguise and he was sitting right ontop of one. Kazuma lifted the mans robe with a sly grin before jumping into it, shuffling through the tent like robe before coming out the other end after having removed the robe from the man leaving him naked and without another key detail. Somehow the mans rather large and flamboyant mustache had appeared on the boys face. He scratched at the newly acquired facial hair in disbelief. It's appearance was as much of a mystery to him as it was to anyone else but who needs to worry about details? Kazuma had his disguise! He pulled the long flowing robe over himself and pulled his goggles down as he marched off back through the crowd. He was no longer Kazuma but a man with a mission... and a mustache.
Dodge
Against the Crowd
1d20 + Dodge (7) = 23
DC: 17
Train: 3/3
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Eifer rolled 2 20-sided dice:
18, 16
Total: 34 (2-40)
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 10:23 am
It was much easier getting out of the common stands than it was getting in. Though that could easily be because of the amount of people stunned and puzzled by Kazuma's odd disguise. A little man with bright green hair goggles and a robe that could fit ten of him in it. Not to mention the darkly colored mustache. It was a wonder Kazuma thought this would work but he marched towards the entry of the inner circle like a man with a purpose. Stopping just short of the guards he started clearing his throat rather obnoxiously. " STEP ASIDE YOU WORTHLESS PEASANT! " He bellowed in quite a bizarre accent. " I AM LORD MANLY MOOSTASH THE THIRD! AND YOUR LACK OF FACIAL HAIR OFFENDS ME!" He ranted while stroking his mustache. " WOULD YOU DARE TO CAUSE A POLITICAL INCIDENT WITH THE HIGHLY ESTEEMED MOOSTASH CLAN?!" Finishing his rant with a snort he began marching forward again. With such an outrageous characterization how could he afford to give up now?
Lies and silly costumes
1d20 + lie (3) = 21
1d20 + disguise (1) = 17
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Posted: Thu Jun 25, 2009 4:40 am
The Hanton guard stood tall and proud at his post to the long hallway that lead to the inner circle where Empress San stood. Staring intently ahead of him, the man was surprised when he heard a loud and strange voice call up at him. "Uh-" The guard started as he turned his eyes down to nothing more than a pipsqueak yelling up at him and stroking his mustache. "Excuse me?" the soldier asked as he was called a worthless peasant. The Empress San had given the guards specific orders today that they must not insult any of the world leaders and give them the most courteous service they could. "I'm very sorry, sir!" the guard blurted out, bowing to the leader of the Moostash clan. "Please, forgive me. I did not mean to offend," the guard said as he stepped aside for the man. "Escorts! Please see the clan leader to the inner circle," the guard said as he called out to what seemed, no one.
Sense: 15
 Coming out of the shadows of an almost hidden room, three women dressed in Arabic attire came dancing out of the darkness towards Lord Moostash. "Did he offend you, my highness?" one enchantress asked to the disguised Kazuma as she let her soft hand slide from his neck to the tip of his chin while pouting her wet red lips only inches away from him. Her large and beautiful green eyes blinked slowly at him as she pressed her shoulder against his small chest. "We deeply apologize," she said, nuzzling her nose up against his jawline as her warm breath caressed his skin. She twirled away from him, letting her decorated midriff tantalize him as she took a position ahead of him. "Come... We'll spectate from a more desirable place," the woman said as her two friends nearly melted on his arms giving him a small tug to follow their leading escort. "What fight would you like to watch today, My Lord? The beautiful Natsu is sparring today," the enchantress said, as she lifted her slender arm to point in the arena where Kana fought a blond woman.
Seduce: 40
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Posted: Thu Jun 25, 2009 11:25 am
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Posted: Thu Jun 25, 2009 5:36 pm
Kazuma had truelly become Lord Manly Moostash. He looked down upon the guard even though he was much taller on him. The power of the Moostash was unstoppable! " IN THE REALM OF THE MOOSTASH YOU WOULD BE EXECUTED FOR YOUR SHAMEFUL CRIME OF A CLEAN SHAVE!" He ranted as he waved his hand in the Guards face and walked past, dismissing the guard like he was trash. He had to hold back laughter as he passed the guard this little stunt had payed off better than all of his schemes combined. He was so pleased with himself as he marched down the halls when he heard another voice. He turned to the source of the voice and was about to go on another Moostash filled rant when he caught an eye full of the three ladies infront of him. The large breasts of one of the women reflecting in his goggles as she made her approach. He couldn't bring his mouth to form proper sentences with girls all over him. A shiver ran across his entire body as one of them ran her finger up his neck and left him standing there with his mouth hanging open in a stupor. He was completely captivated by the three ladies. They envoked all sorts of naughty thoughts and feelings in him as their hands wandered. Kazuma suddenly found himself feeling like a man as he followed the lead girl's body. He didn't even care about Kana's fight anymore, these ladies had his full attention. Allowing himself to be pulled along by the ladies soft tugs was all he could do. He was feeling all hot and his goggles had fogged up. This truly was his best scheme ever!
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Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2009 6:31 am
The enchantress smiled as Lord Moostash was speechless. She led him to the inner circle where her empress San was sitting in an fully open balcony around the main tower. There were many guards standing near San's throne and no one was approaching the woman. These guards were much different from the one that Kazuma had fooled earlier. "Lord Moostash," the woman beckoned as she sat down on a large fluffy pillow near a balcony that faced Kana and Natsu's battle. The two other escorts that had been hanging on Kazuma's arms led him close to the silky golden lounge. One picked up a large pink feather while the other grabbed a bowl of beautiful fruits containing some that Kazuma may have not seen before. The main enchantress lying on the pillow pulled his highness onto the cushion so that he would fall into her. "Look at Natsu's beauty and grace. Even though she is outnumbered by this Shinobi's techniques, her golden skin still shimmers in the day sun. Is her golden hair not beautiful, Lord Moostash?" the woman said as she pressed her open chest against Kazuma's cheek. "You would surely employ her, would you not?" the woman said as one of her escorts fanned Kazuma with the feather, tickling his other cheek with its tips. The other escort hummed as she leaned forward to place a green grape between Kazuma's lips for him to enjoy. A beautiful gem dangled from around each woman's neck. It was a beautiful gem that looked rather expensive.
Steal Gem
With the women all over Kazuma, it would be easy for him to take one of the gems around the women's necks without them noticing, if he so chooses.
DC: 15
1d20 + Spy
Try: 1/1
Special: If you fail... there will be consequences.
Special: Gem is worth 50 Ryo.
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Eifer rolled 1 20-sided dice:
12
Total: 12 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2009 5:57 am
Still captivated by the lovely ladies Kazuma followed their lead as they took him to a lounge. Oblivious to his surroundings he didn't even know Kana's Arena was what this viewing area overlooked. The only thing Kazuma was overlooking were the girls. Finally getting his first view of the fight when he was informed it was another beautiful girl fighting. It still took a moment to register that it was Kana. It wasn't really much of a surprise his brother was winning, he'd always looked up to him. The idea that anyone could beat Kana was just silly. " Brilliant!" He seemed to reply to the comments about Natsu or though it could have just as easily been him cheering on his brother. Feeling the warm of the girls body against his face caused him to practically melt into the lounge. Giggling at the thought of employing Natsu he felt like the naughty old perv he was pretending to be. " Why stop with just her! " He laughed loudly throwing his hands up in the air. Greeted by a grape and another beautiful woman it was impossible for him not to grin at his fortune. Everyone else was fighting even back in Shimagakure they were busy training and Kazuma with more ladies than his young mind knew what to do with! The shimmering jewels they wore had captured his eye aswell. They all had so many of them surely one wouldn't be missed? Atleast that was his reasoning. " Lord Moostash wonders, are any of you able to spot the real fighter down there with the clones?" It was an innocent question that masked a not so innocent plan. As they turned their attention towards the arena at his request his hand ran past one of the girls necks and then disappeared back into his robe where he tucked the newly acquired gem into the bandages around his stomach. A sly grin spreading across his face. This day just kept getting better and better.
Steal Gem
With the women all over Kazuma, it would be easy for him to take one of the gems around the women's necks without them noticing, if he so chooses.
DC: 15
1d20 + Spy (4) = 16
Try: 1/1
Special: If you fail... there will be consequences.
Special: Gem is worth 50 Ryo.
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 4:41 am
The girls giggled as the boy in disguise asked them a question about the fight. All three of them turned their attention to the fight down below, looking daftly at the multiples of the one fighter. "Is it that one?" the main escort asked as she pointed to the obvious wrong one. "You must know, Lord Moostash," the woman said laying her head down on his chest as the woman squeezed his skinny arms. The other two ladies followed suit, fanning Kazuma and feeding him fruit once again. The main escort sat back up when she heard Natsu call out to the empress. "Natsu-chan," the woman said with a pout as the girl admitted defeat by the red-haired shinobi. "Shimagakure must be very strong," the escort said as she turned to Lord Moostash. "Where are your fighters, Lord Moostash? The must be strong just like you," the enchantress said, lying obviously since she had just taken hold of Kazuma's small arms, but the woman was a professional liar. However, was the mighty Lord Moostash? Where are your fighters?
Lie
DC: 15
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