Post by Zou ۞ on May 27, 2013 4:21:38 GMT -5
Quest Name:[/b] [New Arc 2: Canon 2 - Holy King]
Who can participate?:[/b] [Anyone]
Quest Time Frame (How long it takes):[/b] [4-5 pages]
Quest Setting (NDE/DE):[/b] [DE]
Quest Synopsis:[/b] [An informant has sent word that he has information to give out. He claims to be a Vandenreich defector, and that he does not have long to live. It has been thought that defecting from the Vandenreich is impossible. This may well be a trap. He says anyone that can get the information passed along throughout the spiritual world will be handsomely rewarded.]
Maximum Number of Participants:[/b] [3]
Overall Goal:[/b] [Get the information, and get out.]
Number of missions involved:[/b] [3]
BASIC Synopsis of each Quest mission:[/b]
Mission 1 - The informant wishes to meet in a nightclub in Namimori, a town near Karakura. This nightclub is on Thirty Second and Izami Street. It can only be seen at night, and is very inconspicuous. It is called "The Butterfly." Meet him. Easy difficulty.
Mission 2 - Take the informant's directions. Use whatever means available to get to where he wants you to go. Medium difficulty.
Mission 3 - You have the information. Up to you now. Investigate more or get out. Report to your superiors. Hard difficulty.
Recommended Class for entry:[/b] [4+]
This thread will be run by Royce.
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The night sky was black, and moonless. This was just as well, because the total darkness that should have followed would have made the experience more bearable. Having to see the horrors made them a lot worse to experience. Unfortunately, despite the lack of moon in the darkness of the infinite void up above, there was light. Illumination could be found along the fences, where dimly lit red crystals all around cast a bitter, slight illumination over the place, bathing it in a dark red glow that was only luminous enough to make out the figures of others present in the camps. That was where all of this was taking place. The camps. What kind of camps?
The kind that perpetrated only horror. For these were a series of enormous, rectangular camps, moderate in size, caged by electric fences. The fences had enough voltage to shock, stun, and temporarily immobilize anyone from even the slightest touch. More accurately, prolonged touch of a few seconds was enough to kill. The fences were fifteen meters high, and even dug under the ground a little bit, the metal rooting itself in the soil of the rectangular camps. Escape was impossible, especially when the prisoners were shackled with iron balls on both ankles, and heavy cuffs weighing down their arms as well as restricting their reiatsu flow. Especially when their weapons have been confiscated.
The prisoners lived in giant rows of barracks located at the far end of the rectangular camps. These barracks could house them for sleeping, but were cramped and small. A single room should only have been able to hold eight comfortably, and yet sixty were crammed in at a time. A single bunk, meant for only one comfortably, was meant to hold well over ten. Besides the fences and the barracks however, there were no features, and the camps were fairly small. There was a facility located at the far end of every camp which puffed out fumes into the air, but no one knew what it was for. This was a recent operation which had started only a month previously.
Besides these, the only feature of the plain, barren camps were rocks. Large rocks, small rocks, just rocks. The prisoners had been instructed to find different rocks, and throughout the day march them back and forth across the camp. If they could not do this a certain amount of times with a certain number and weight of rocks, then they would not be given nutrition of any form. This meant that they would starve. However, they were already starving, for the nutrients that they received were minimal, and could barely suffice. Many of the prisoners had begun to thin, and others to age, seemingly by decades. Many had already died in that first month alone.
The patrols, and orchestrators of this camp, were men cloaked in white, militaristic uniforms. These men patrolled day in and day out, swapping shifts every now and then, but always ensuring that there was vigilance. Occasionally, when bored, they would torture or kill prisoners. These men dressed in white were the guards, and their weapons for guarding were white bows formed from reiatsu, glowing brighter even than the dim lights along the fences. The prisoners far outnumbered the guards, but the ability of their bows to spew multiple arrows at once made it impossible for the prisoners to do anything. That, and they were very, very weak.
The prisoners in these rows of camps numbered, in total, perhaps only around six thousand at the peak of the existence of the camps. At that present time, the number was only around two thousand. However, for a race so dwindled in population anyway, this was an operation which could be considered genocide. It was the Bount who were in these camps, and it was their race which had been captured by the Quincy and the Vandenreich. In time of course, they would not be the only ones, though their genocide would be the first. The initial plans would have over thirty thousand prisoners in these camps at one time one day, but for that time, it was not variable, and it was merely two thousand or so Bount in dire need of aid.
Who can participate?:[/b] [Anyone]
Quest Time Frame (How long it takes):[/b] [4-5 pages]
Quest Setting (NDE/DE):[/b] [DE]
Quest Synopsis:[/b] [An informant has sent word that he has information to give out. He claims to be a Vandenreich defector, and that he does not have long to live. It has been thought that defecting from the Vandenreich is impossible. This may well be a trap. He says anyone that can get the information passed along throughout the spiritual world will be handsomely rewarded.]
Maximum Number of Participants:[/b] [3]
Overall Goal:[/b] [Get the information, and get out.]
Number of missions involved:[/b] [3]
BASIC Synopsis of each Quest mission:[/b]
Mission 1 - The informant wishes to meet in a nightclub in Namimori, a town near Karakura. This nightclub is on Thirty Second and Izami Street. It can only be seen at night, and is very inconspicuous. It is called "The Butterfly." Meet him. Easy difficulty.
Mission 2 - Take the informant's directions. Use whatever means available to get to where he wants you to go. Medium difficulty.
Mission 3 - You have the information. Up to you now. Investigate more or get out. Report to your superiors. Hard difficulty.
Recommended Class for entry:[/b] [4+]
This thread will be run by Royce.
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The night sky was black, and moonless. This was just as well, because the total darkness that should have followed would have made the experience more bearable. Having to see the horrors made them a lot worse to experience. Unfortunately, despite the lack of moon in the darkness of the infinite void up above, there was light. Illumination could be found along the fences, where dimly lit red crystals all around cast a bitter, slight illumination over the place, bathing it in a dark red glow that was only luminous enough to make out the figures of others present in the camps. That was where all of this was taking place. The camps. What kind of camps?
The kind that perpetrated only horror. For these were a series of enormous, rectangular camps, moderate in size, caged by electric fences. The fences had enough voltage to shock, stun, and temporarily immobilize anyone from even the slightest touch. More accurately, prolonged touch of a few seconds was enough to kill. The fences were fifteen meters high, and even dug under the ground a little bit, the metal rooting itself in the soil of the rectangular camps. Escape was impossible, especially when the prisoners were shackled with iron balls on both ankles, and heavy cuffs weighing down their arms as well as restricting their reiatsu flow. Especially when their weapons have been confiscated.
The prisoners lived in giant rows of barracks located at the far end of the rectangular camps. These barracks could house them for sleeping, but were cramped and small. A single room should only have been able to hold eight comfortably, and yet sixty were crammed in at a time. A single bunk, meant for only one comfortably, was meant to hold well over ten. Besides the fences and the barracks however, there were no features, and the camps were fairly small. There was a facility located at the far end of every camp which puffed out fumes into the air, but no one knew what it was for. This was a recent operation which had started only a month previously.
Besides these, the only feature of the plain, barren camps were rocks. Large rocks, small rocks, just rocks. The prisoners had been instructed to find different rocks, and throughout the day march them back and forth across the camp. If they could not do this a certain amount of times with a certain number and weight of rocks, then they would not be given nutrition of any form. This meant that they would starve. However, they were already starving, for the nutrients that they received were minimal, and could barely suffice. Many of the prisoners had begun to thin, and others to age, seemingly by decades. Many had already died in that first month alone.
The patrols, and orchestrators of this camp, were men cloaked in white, militaristic uniforms. These men patrolled day in and day out, swapping shifts every now and then, but always ensuring that there was vigilance. Occasionally, when bored, they would torture or kill prisoners. These men dressed in white were the guards, and their weapons for guarding were white bows formed from reiatsu, glowing brighter even than the dim lights along the fences. The prisoners far outnumbered the guards, but the ability of their bows to spew multiple arrows at once made it impossible for the prisoners to do anything. That, and they were very, very weak.
The prisoners in these rows of camps numbered, in total, perhaps only around six thousand at the peak of the existence of the camps. At that present time, the number was only around two thousand. However, for a race so dwindled in population anyway, this was an operation which could be considered genocide. It was the Bount who were in these camps, and it was their race which had been captured by the Quincy and the Vandenreich. In time of course, they would not be the only ones, though their genocide would be the first. The initial plans would have over thirty thousand prisoners in these camps at one time one day, but for that time, it was not variable, and it was merely two thousand or so Bount in dire need of aid.