Option A: Missive scrolls!

[The symbol that appears on the Seal Scrolls is from a shinobi missing and presumed dead for years. Feel free to assume it is a symbol your character knows. The handwriting on it, however, is so painstakingly neat that it almost looks mechanically reproduced, but that’s not possible, right?]

I understand that this scroll allows for swift communication over distances. We require information.

Is this Nirvana?

I calculate the chance of a negative answer to that question as high, therefore, we need to know who’s territory we are currently in. The terrain is composed of steep inclines and

[Here there is a blotch of something scribbled out and a vastly different hand intrudes, loopy and a little careless.] trees! They are trees and bushes and

[The original handwriting is back] there is also a large amount of water a bay the sea ocean is the most correct, I believe, nearby. Life that is present is primarily demons large ani summons.

[Another hand intrudes, this one an angular scrawl, almost illegible even without the attempt to cross it out.] who the hell cares who’s territory this was we’ll kick your asses it’s ours n

[The original handwriting again.] Please disregard that. We have no intention of initiating hostilities at this time. Other important information will include dates, which other tri clans the consensus is that country is the correct word, exist and are in power, and which ones are warring with the others. An explanation of what exactly a country entails would also be useful appreciated.

the Embryon


Option B: In person/First contact at Summoning Island (Argilla will be tagging in as well)
The missive could have gone more smoothly, but they have acquired at least a part of the necessary information they required and other shinobi were able to provide a possible triangulation for their current location. If it was correct, a delegation to meet in person was expected to arrive shortly. It was decided that Serph and Sera would remain hidden, for reasons of security, and Heat would only cause unnecessary friction. The hunger beat at them all, but at least Gale wasn’t going to willingly succumb to it and start a fight just for the sake of fighting and eating.

Of the remaining members of their tribe, Gale and Argilla were deemed the best candidates to make a positive first impression, so they were standing by the ocean now, waiting. Gale turned to Argilla, confirming visually that she was also ready.

Gale wanted to be in a less outwardly relaxed pose, but it was important not to give the impression of hostility, so he repressed the urge. This waiting was… uncomfortable.

“If these shinobi don’t arrive soon…” He didn’t feel the need to elaborate. The hunger would become insistent soon for both of them. A solution would need to be implemented to make certain their control would not be strained.

Option C: In person/Attempted diplomatic visits
Learning about the world outside the Ruins was vital, so when an invitation for an envoy to visit their new potential allies came, there was no point in even considering a decline. The primary issue involved was that the request was for a single envoy, and not an invitation for the tribe. It made sense, militarily, but it was not comfortable. For this visit, it was decided that if only one could go, Gale would be the best choice for gathering information.

After receiving encouragements and admonishments, Gale had left his for his current destination and…

There were so many people, much more than Gale had ever witnessed in one place. All of them were warm and alive, and Vayu inside was raging against his control because they looked delicious. His Atma pulsed once, flaring bright green and sending glowing lines of it spiderwebbing around his calf, before he could contain it, and Gale paused for a moment to gain a better rein on his hunger. Failure here would endanger all of them.

In control again, he moved forward, pulling out the paperwork he had been given for this purpose and presented it to the shinobi at the gate.

There would be an escort, he’d been told, and Gale appraised the nearby candidates for the most likely and addressed the person.

“I am Gale of the Embryon.”