Board Thread:Important Logs/@comment-28929139-20170922171822/@comment-28929139-20170923041748

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Of the villages still standing that stood a chance, Kumogakure and Iwagakure had the highest odds. But now with Iwagakure completely wiped out, there was only one left before things would turn their heads toward the brother villages in the fire country. With their geographical locations physically isolating them from the rest of the others and having only one means of entry,  Kumogakure had been maintaining radio silence.

Just like the other villages, famine had claimed many lives in Kumo, but their one advantage for surviving as long as they had was all thanks to a little island known as Momogakure. Unlike the mainland, which had completely tainted in its entirety, the islands seemed to have remained untouched. And because of this, many of Kumo's villagers and shinobi were relocated to the island to farm and ration off the land's abundant supply of peaches. Although it wasn't the ideal thing to solely survive off of, the point is that they were able to survive.

In their final months of being around, Kumo would constantly feud and fight off the men deployed by Takigakure and Amegakure to raid the island for food, from which many casualties were taken on all fronts. Still, the village was able to prolong the inevitability of famine. They had also been very fortunate in terms of a demon presence in their land. With Shimogakure taking the entire brunt force of whatever demons wandered toward the peninsula, it bought them time to erect and build a wall to maintain a protective outpost. Much like the Great Wall, shinobi were on standby for attack whenever anything....or anyone came their way.

But that only protected them from the front.

Over the months, Pandora had been watching the fall of each nation crumble into ruins and pulp from afar. But she had been working to prepare for the final ritual of bringing Lord Oda out of concealment. With the Earth now having the proper vegetation, environment, and atmosphere to sustain the lives of the nonhuman, it was so much more pliant and receptive to manipulation.

Standing at the very tip of the Lightning peninsula, Medusa stood facing its beach that lead directly out to sea. Just like before near the castle, Pandora deployed and sent out a volley of glowing green spores with their carriers right into the sea. In a matter of seconds too, the salt and contaminants that were diluted by the sea but still ever present,  the water some hundred meters would immediately begin to bubble and smolder.

Down below the water, the spores would plummet to the bottom of the shallow sea floor. But at fifteen feet the whole way down, it was deep enough for the spores to build up enough from the pressure of breaking the surface and gain speed and velocity to bury themselves in the sand. Once they were submerged, the spores would immediately begin to develop and evolve. Knowing full well what would in a few days time, Pandora walked off.

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Three days later....

Over the past seventy-two hours, the sea that was hundreds of miles behind Kumo had become violent and within hours after sunset, the shoreline would shrink by several feet. The massive walls of water that had been the tidal waves were seeming to rise higher and higher to the moonless skies with every passing hour. But for the first night, the shorelines had crashed and completely eroded over the beaches and by the second, seawater was flooding into the forests beyond the beaches. On the third night, the largest of tidal waves would crash down upon the lengthened shores of the Lightning country and hit with such a force, the shockwaves could be felt through the entire peninsula. So much water had been thrashed onto land that it resorted into a flash flood. Of course, with Kumo being so many miles away, they would not be affected by this, but what was coming out of the fledgling water certainly would.



Covered in seaweed and anemone and dripping wet with heavy seawater, these creatures would swiftly make their trek out of the Lightning Country toward Kumo. And they would do so coming in from the rear of the village at the dark of the night. Unlike their more earthen-bound counterparts, these deepsea hellions were as quiet as much as they were large and foreboding.

Like thieves in the night, they came as effortlessly as the wind with only their glowing white eyes as indication of an intrusion. Almost appearing docile in nature, these beings seemed to swim through the air fluidly as they began surrounding people's homes. Also very much unlike their more aggressive brethren, these things needed only make physical contact with their victims, and the slightest touch would subdue the unfortunate party into a catatonic paralysis of sorts. But with it being the witching hour, this meant that most people were hiding in their homes. One might think that these beings were entirely of noncombative natures....but they'd had some help in getting people to open their doors...