De Cevitate Attonbitus... The beauty of Lightning Country comes not just from its grand architecture, and cultural prodigiousness, but from the natural wonders that engulf it's land from border to border. This region is no exception - hidden enclaves that hold beauty yet discovered, and legends that every resident could only dream to encounter. However, every beauty hides its own demons, as well...So just to start, I'm going to have all of you give me 1-2 posts about preparation for the mission. The biggest thing is me wanting details of disguises/hidden weapons you'll be bringing with you. Unless you want to just go in brandishing your headbands and uniforms, in which case... Well, have fun xD In these posts, you can use the information I'll give you ICly below to meet/travel with everyone to the designated spot. LET'S DO THIIIS.
The infamous "Pit." A gathering of the worst criminals and misfits of this country, and beyond - all coming together to witness, and profit from, death. However voluntary these matches may be, they still violate a number of laws that Lightning Country - and Kumogakure - must uphold. The village has finally found a way in, a way to put a stop to this game of death, and identify or capture a number of criminals in the process. An invitation... An invitation that your team has been entrusted with, to stop this dangerous competition from being able to continue, and prevent any more ill-gotten yen to be spread through the economy.
Three shinobi - all masquerading (hopefully) as participants and sponsors of the event now travel to the location detailed in the invitation. The path is rugged, having branched from one of the many hiking trails that cut through the De Cevitate Attonbitus. A canopy of trees overhead grows thicker and thicker, obscuring the sun with each step the group takes, until they reach a rather large opening, with a boulder directly in the center.
A lone figure sat atop this boulder, waiting silently for... Well, presumably them. They had arrived. The man that awaited them wore a dark red cloak which hid his face, and likely hid something far more dangerous on his person.