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| - Along the northern ridges of the village, lays many cliffs and rocky terrain, a coursing river flowing peacefully through the Land of Craters, a source of popular trade through the country. Fisheries lay along the entire river's course, with small fishing establishments placed near the river with small ships that now lay dormant. The wind is silent, though on the horizon, one can see the roaring clouds of black, a lightning storm that was steadily approaching the eastern border of the Land of Craters. There lays plenty of houses scattered in the forests that lay between the rocky cliffs and coursing streams that branch off the northern lands. Small craters dot the entire land, as far as the eye can see. To varying degrees, their sizes appear. A former shinobi outpost lays dormant, ever sti
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| - Along the northern ridges of the village, lays many cliffs and rocky terrain, a coursing river flowing peacefully through the Land of Craters, a source of popular trade through the country. Fisheries lay along the entire river's course, with small fishing establishments placed near the river with small ships that now lay dormant. The wind is silent, though on the horizon, one can see the roaring clouds of black, a lightning storm that was steadily approaching the eastern border of the Land of Craters. There lays plenty of houses scattered in the forests that lay between the rocky cliffs and coursing streams that branch off the northern lands. Small craters dot the entire land, as far as the eye can see. To varying degrees, their sizes appear. A former shinobi outpost lays dormant, ever still, surrounded by still lit campfire, smoldering down to ash over the course of the day. Once roads and paths dragged their course through the village, The further one's eyes look, one will see the capital, laying dead center of the nation, large craters pocketing it, evident devestation, as if someone had plucked it from existence. To the east, the rolling clouds bellow and howl, the violent hum of lightning webbing the heavens. A danger to reach the village soon, its incoming torrent could remove traces of what occurred down below, how long would it take before the rain washes away evidence and hints at what happened here - and who may have done it. The terrain of the east is mostly forests, with a series of small cities laying within relative distance of eachother. Two of the cities seem to have faced wear and tare, a large crater blowing apart the center of one of them. What will the ruins contain? Entries to the mines seem to be heavily based in the East and South, and one can see that there lay some even to the West, all of these intersecting at one point. Excavation posts lay directly to the east. To the west lays a single outpost, conjoined with many paths that seems to act as a hub of some sort. The surrounding forest of the entire west is seemingly dead, all green life of the trees and grass turned a pale, sickly grey and unhealthy tone. The wood of the trees look as though it were covered in ash, as if a horrible fire had taken place there, and this fire took the same pattern as one of the many craters - a perfect circle that seemed to contain much of the western half of the Land of Craters. On the south, one will find a border village, nestled perfectly, and perfectly untouched, though the eerie silence of the entire nation seemed to still befall it. The Land of Craters southern terrain looks as though many had attempt to flee. Scattered carriages block the many roads, the watch towers fallen across the the area, offering many a footing on the created roads to be littered with dangerous debris. What had they tried to escape? Why all together...? As one goes deeper, they'd see the silent and beautiful landscape, and one could understand why everyone took the road. The south were laden with towering trees that dwarfed many of even the tallest village buildings, all of them as close as one could get to eachother - their roots entangling and linking together. And though one could suspect life were in this region, one would be met with a harrowing sense of emptiness... a deep rift between the life it seemed to portray. The air is thick, humid, as it usually would be for a nation as the Land of Craters, perfectly placed and at the inter-mid of seasons, weather change was bound to occur. As you enter the Land, you immediately notice the change in the taste of the air, it was stagnant, as if the Land of Craters had been trapped in a box for a very long time, and was just now getting it's taste of fresh clean air. If one were tapped into the spiritual realm, one would hear a white noise, as if connecting with a veil of static, as if all the lives that used to exist here... were taken away, and kept quiet. All life seems still... snuffed out in a single night - it was just as you were told and heard. What could have happened here...? What could possibly lay here? Investigate and find out what you were here to discover! Time is of the essence, and it would be of no surprise if others were here to investigate as well. Potential to exploit your opposition lays with in sabotage.
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