Dion

Deify

God of Yule, anime-fied.

Obligatory Introduction

@MachinaDomina judging from your avatar you will fit right in here. Welcome! Any questions, feel free to ask away!

New, Need Advice.

@Dr Lovecraft I'd like to add to what Chuuya said by offering a small distinction; 18+ in 1x1 threads usually means smut, 18+ in any other section usually means death, drugs, etc.

New, Need Advice.

@Dr Lovecraft no worries, that was clear to me. Happy hunting for roleplays and good luck on your GMing ventures!

New, Need Advice.

@Dr Lovecraft I'm unsure what you mean -- the process is the same as it was for starting this thread. Simply enter the section you want to use (free, casual, advanced) and hit 'start thread' top right. If you want to post it more in the veins of 'this is my idea, is anyone interested' you could also use the interest check section, which is used as a sort of springboard towards roleplaying, making sure people are interested before making a thread for it in the actual roleplaying section.

New, Need Advice.

@Dr Lovecraft if you have specific questions you need answered feel free to drop them here, too. Guides are nice but not all encompassing. Otherwise, welcome!

[1x1] Request for Broacien: a medieval, realistic universe.

Would be dope to play with the Moriny Noyod, the horsemen of the east who ride for plunder in their massive clans. Notably, women play a central role in their armies, taking the shape of the great Mother-Warrior of their religion. Their society is patriarchical, but their armies are matriarchical, lead by women and having women play a center role in the fighting.

Naruto: Black Sun

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. Wednesday, 9:53

Amegakure Border .

The fight progressed rapidly, with the shinobi eventually being forced apart precisely like Sakana wanted. For a brief moment, Sakana’s fight with the jonin was interrupted by the scroll-wielding shinobi, trying to stick to the formation, but ultimately he was forced away from the jonin by Gareki, who was doing a good job at proving his worth. Not that that changed Sakana’s opinion on the matter of a chunin exam…

The jonin opposite Sakana gritted his teeth, staring at Sakana while his team was being chased around. For a brief moment the jonins eyes flashed towards Shogai – and his opponent – before he looked at Sakana again. Just in time to catch Sakana approaching, faster than he had expected of the black eyed shinobi. “So fast!” he blurted out, crossing his arms in front of him, rock being pulled towards them from the ground. It was just enough to stop the full force of Sakana’s fist crashing against him, connecting with the rock momentarily before he pulled his fist back. But, in a showing of taijutsu skill, Sakana immediately followed up with a roundhouse kick, hitting the jonin in the side. The kick didn’t stop there – Sakana followed through with the momentum, jumped up a little, and then used his other leg to kick the jonin in the head once more.

“Hard to believe that Konohagakure has such unskilled jonin,” Sakana stated matter of factly, the mention of which made the jonin’s face scrunch into an angered expression.

While the rest of his team was getting taken out or driven away from him one by one, the jonin instead chose to bad mouth Sakana – if one could call it that – saying “I’m definitely a jonin! You watch!”

Telegraphed in the way only an overconfident moron could telegraph something, the jonin charged forwards, using his stone-clad arms like makeshift clubs, swinging them wildly around aiming roughly for Sakana. But, rather than hit him, Sakana merely dodged left and right, moving under the arms when needed. This wasn’t even a showing of skill anymore – Sakana was good, but barely needed to exert any effort for this type of attack. And, truthfully, even Gareki, being only a genin, would’ve been able to dodge these attacks with ease.

Finally Sakana broke the theatrical play, dodging to the left, grabbing the jonin’s left arm with his right hand when it was extended to the place Sakana had just been at, and firmly delivered a single strike with an open palm with his left hand, striking the only place of the arm that wasn’t covered by rock – the elbow. He even held back some of his power, so that the arm wouldn’t be broken – the healing of which could be a death sentence to any shinobi’s career – and instead was only severely hurt, but at least not permanently.

Immediately Sakana followed that up, not even offering the jonin a chance to breathe or yell in pain, swiping him off his feet with a well placed axe-kick towards the man’s heels, forcing his feet forwards while he pushed the man’s arms backwards, forcing him onto his back. Sakana dove on top of him, his left hand moving swiftly to grab the man’s collar while his right reached back, then moved up high, spinning a shiny metal kunai in his hand.

Prepared to deliver the killing blow, the kunai stopped spinning, and the hand jutted forwards, headed directly for the spot between the eyes that would deliver the most efficient deathblow.

“Doton: Delayed Burial! Stop!”

The appearance of the short girl with the two swords from the ground confirmed what Sakana had suspected, but had been unable to confirm. The ‘’body’’ in front of Shogai slowly turned to mud, sinking back into the ground. The real girl was a meter or so away from Sakana, stretching her arm towards Sakana, not in an attack, but in a plea for mercy.

“I had a hunch,” Sakana replied, his kunai lingering mere inches from the jonins face.

But even when the boy was facing certain death at the sharp end of a kunai, he didn’t end his talking; “Shina-sensei, what are yo—shit, I mean, Shina-san! What are you doing?”

Slowly but surely Sakana lowered his kunai from the boys’ face, remaining on top of him to at least exert some control over the situation. Never the less, the fighting stopped all around the battlefield – the sudden change in mood was noticeable even to those who weren’t gifted in an empathical sense. “The jig is up “jonin”, I know what you are.”

“Tsk.. how did you..?” the woman replied – now having been outed as Shina-sensei, the true jonin of the team. It was a smart strategy, Sakana had to admit, but her genin needed to work on their theatrics and skills. To be expected, however, of a fletchling shinobi team.

“Your “jonin’s” personality kept changing, only being confident after sharing looks with you. You also had the tiger seal prepared before we even started fighting, hidden by your sleeve, so there was some jutsu going on. I think it was telepathy,” Sakana said, slowly getting off the tall guy’s body, letting him get to his feet. His hands wrapped around his hurt elbow, an injury that would put him out of the fight for at least a few weeks. Despite the pain he must have been in, he looked angry more than anything, his brows furrowed at Sakana, a fire burning inside of his eyes. Angry at the man that saw through their tactic. And he had the guts to blame him? “Plus, you all looked at each other, and they all nodded at you, not at the tall guy here. Plus, he fights like a genin – an expert at defense, perfect for his role as the one taking all the attention from the enemy, but easily taunted and separated from his team.”

Perhaps looking back at their own fights, the rest of team 3 would also realize that something had been off – while the guy with the scroll and the greatsword were clearly fighting at the level of a genin, the woman with the two swords had been a measure above the rest, holding back her punches and strikes a little. It turned out that the ‘’real’’ Shina-sensei had disappeared underground at some point, waiting for the perfect moment to appear and assassinate the targets while her little genin kept the enemy busy. For Shogai, perhaps, a revelation that made sense… he had already seen her do it once mid-fight. Otherwise, the fight had been much too short to really ground through their strategy – even for Sakana, who had to think tactically at the level of a jonin. It was purely the fact that they were stronger than the Konoha nin that allowed them to end the fight and reveal the true nature of the shinobi.

“Hmm.. it seems we need to work on our team formation a little more. So.. what happens now? Will you kill us?”

“You leave Amegakure, and forfeit your mission. Tell the Hokage that trespassers will not be tolerated in Amegakure.”

“I guess there’s no chance you’ll escort us to the other side of Amegakure instead, huh…?”

“It’s against the protocol of Amegakure shinobi to aid and abet foreign shinobi unless the Amekage allows it. Getting permission would take a few days.”

Shina-sensei’s eyes turned to the rest of the team – only one of them was still up and running, the decoy jonin’s arm was badly hurt, and the bruiser of the team was currently unconscious against a tree – the hit from Unagi’s futon jutsu having sent him crashing against it and cracking the trunk in half. There was no way they could continue this fight.

“If it helps you decide, the official Bodagado will be here shortly to assist us, and they will probably be a lot more ruthless in encouraging you to leave.”

“Tsk, you Amegakure nin are something else… but I understand the situation. Mina! Grab Gai, and—”

“Like my sister said, 45 minutes north there’s an inn. Rest up there, and return home.” Sakana interjected, his tone being deadpan and serious, despite the fact that he was offering them a modicum of assistance. Had any other team responded to this alert, then perhaps the situation would’ve turned out differently – deadlier, even – but while Sakana and his “students” were cutthroat, they were not above maintaining a shred of shinobi honor when it was fitting. These shinobi were trespassers, but not their enemy.

“We’ll head there. Thank you,” Shina responded, bowing deeply before Sakana and the rest of team 3. She shared a brief glance with Shogai, who had been her opponent, grinning a little at him. Whatever it meant was up to him to interpret.

The bee-shinobi, who was revealed to be Mina – looked coolly at his equally cool counterpart in the Amegakure team, Gareki. “No graves today, gravedigger,” he said, pulling on a set of goggles on his forehead, before letting them slap down directly over his eyes. The goggles were blacked out completely, allowing nobody to look inside of them. “your sensei saved your ass… I was gonna deliver the sting of a hundred ages on you.” He turned around on his heels, walking off towards their unconscious buddy, slumped over against a tree. With the ease that only a shinobi that had made the same movement a hundred times could muster, he swung the big scroll around his body to the front, opening it up while it hung from his stomach, and unsealed it. A medical set that was equivalent to a shinobi hospital ER room‘s worth of tools poofed into existence on top of the paper, and he began tending to his ally, giving him a sip of a tincture that woke the boy up immediately, immediately going into a coughing fit.

“Did we do it?!” he yelled as soon as his coughing subsided, before his eyes caught the scene in front of him. Unagi, Gareki, Shogai and Sakana standing there while his sensei was looking at their “jonin’s” arm. “Aw, dookies..” the young boy mumbled.

It had been a mistake to take three young genin for a stroll in the rich and lush Amegakure forests. But with a strategy this bold, it could have worked. Maybe.

While team 3 was left waiting for the Konohagakure team to clear out, Sakana turned to his allies. “Good work. After this, I’ll declare our mission a success. We’ll go back to being on standby after that, so make sure to refill your tools and eat some food to fill up on chakra again.”

After about ten minutes of tending to the two wounded shinobi, the Konohagakure team said their goodbyes, offered a synchronized bow to team 3, and then jumped away, indeed heading towards the border in the north. Sakana directed his own team home, where they received confirmation that the trespassers were felt passing the border barrier only a few minutes prior.

“Let’s debrief at Shigeki,” Sakana said, “I’ll deliver the brief of the mission we just completed to the Amekage. You guys aren’t allowed into the tower, so I’ll meet you back at Shigeki.”

And just like that, without a goodbye, he jumped off through the rainy streets of neon-covered Amegakure, leaving team 3 on their own to make their way to Shigeki.

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. Wednesday, 9:34

Amegakure Border .

While the gaggle of Konohagakure shinobi had been relatively comfortable and confident in staring down Sakana in the brief moment it was just him standing there, the increasing number of Amegakure shinobi appearing seemingly out of nowhere slowly but surely made them retreat more and more into their shell. From all sides Sakana was suddenly flanked by big, angry dogs; all of them barking at the strangers in their backyard. Sakana was the one holding the leash – the only one of the Amegakure team that was mildly relaxed and serious, too, it seemed.

And while Sakana did not approve of their methods, it was hard to argue with the results – the cocky, taller team member opposite of him took a step back, flashing his teeth in a surprised glare at the four shinobi. “Ah,” Sakana said, his posture and stance, even his expression, remaining unchanged. “Are these your genin?” he then asked, looking at the three younger-looking shinobi. There was something odd about them, something that made it seem like things weren’t like they seemed.

“I—yeah, and what about it?” the tallest said, “we’re just on our way to the desert for a mission. Cut us some slack. We didn’t mean to trespass – it’s just that going straight through Amegakure would cut a few hours off our travel.” The man’s entire attitude changed a little, moving from his confident stance into a slightly more respectful and alert stance. It seemed that he was more than happy to mouth off against just Sakana, but with the other members of the team there, well, maybe not so much. Sakana couldn’t blame him – he’d been easy to underestimate all his life, so on his own he might not have looked like much. And, well, the other three looked equally as tough as he did. A formidable team in the eyes of any shinobi. The rest of the Konoha team seemed to share the same feelings of sudden unease, as the shortest of the three genin pulled out one of her swords, preparing it behind her while holding up her one hand, and revealing the tiger seal as her sleeve lowered when she raised her arm in preparation of a potential fight. It seemed she’d been prepared to fight from the start, having held the seal under her sleeve.

“That is not allowed by orders of the Amekage,” he stated, blandly, repeating what the others had said in a slightly different way. The Amegakure shinobi would clearly not be taking no for an answer. “Shinobi from Konohagakure have ravaged the countrysides of Amegakure enough. This is your punishment.”

The Konoha jonin’s eye twitched, before he looked back at his own team. The four of them shared a momentary glance that lasted perhaps two seconds, the short genin nodding at him first, then the greatsword wielder and then the one carrying the giant scroll – god knows what was in it. When the Konoha nin looked at Sakana again, he spoke up, suddenly sounding a bit more confident than before. The line came in as if he’d studied it extensively before going to Amegakure, or like he was repeating something off of a piece of paper. “We can’t. Going back now and going around would make us late to our mission. Going through Amegakure is the only way. If you won’t escort us through your territory, then we have no choice. I’m sorry, but we will continue on our way.”

“I see. I’m sorry.”

With rapid movements both Sakana and the tall jonin began weaving handseals, the tall one finishing only milliseconds before Sakana did.

“Doton: Iwakageiseki!”

“Katon: Gōkakyū no Jutsu!”

Simultaneously, a large dome appeared from the ground, shielding the entire Konoha team from the intense heat that came from Sakana’s mouth, as he inhaled and then exhaled deeply, projecting a steam of fire that was so intense, parts of it colored blue. The fire roared and turned mid-air, but went right over top the earthen dome that split it in half, radiating heat over the top and off the back side.

After a full 30 seconds of continuing the jutsu, hoping to smoke them out, Sakana finally relented, revealing a scorched, but still standing earthen dome in front of them, blackened with coal-like dirt. A dirty black smoke rose from the top of the dome, before it slowly crumbled, revealing the four shinobi inside in a defensive diamond-formation – the large jonin at the forefront. He was clearly a master at defensive jutsu, but now it was time to test his skill in other areas.

“Drive them out,” Sakana said, making his plans clear to his team and the enemy team. This was not the carefully planned out fights that team 3 was used to, but it was exactly the type of fight they had excelled in in their previous missions – close quarters combat that allowed them to make use of their individual skillsets to pick an enemy team apart, rather than having to rely on a set-and-decided strategy. In this regard, team 3 was one of the most versatile teams in Amegakure.

But the Konohagakure team in front of them seemed to be equally as prepared. Skillsets might have differed, but they seemed more than willing – and ready – to take the team on, defensively at the very least.

Sakana would provide the opener, however, stepping forward before breaking into an outright sprint, closing the distance rapidly while reaching back and with a quick movement grabbing and throwing a set of shuriken at the enemy, which were all deflected by the genin with the greatsword, blocking all of them with a single move. Again Sakana reached back, this time grabbing his two daggers, one in each hands. When he came close enough, he rushed to slash at one of the genin, but found his attack blocked again – this time by the jonin, whose arms were now clad in rock. With a single move, the jonin stopped his attack by putting his arm in the way.

What he had not seen coming, however, was the kick that followed, hitting him hard in the side of the head and sending him sliding to the right, away from his team. After that, it was easy for Sakana to manoeuvre towards him, stepping off against the ground before any of the other genin could do anything. He left the rest of the team to his allies, hoping they could further separate them.

Star Wars - Jedi Exile

@Sep if these are anything like Mando, I'll be satisfied. Mando might be my top favorite series of all times.