The guest you never invited.
Created by Ehks
An eccentric Agori from the Jungle Tribe that fought against the Reformation years ago. When his side lost the war, Sventola vanished into the wilderness with his bow and arrow, and in the years since has rarely stayed in one location for long. Thanks to his exploration of the Bota-Magna jungles, he is often hired to guide those less informed through the dangerous terrain; unbeknownst to all, this also means he is the only being that knows the location of a Matoran named Dina... as well as her robotic companion.
Araina did not plan for an Agori to join their team - Sventola is a variable she had not accounted for. His goals are unknown, his background mysterious, and his knowledge of their plan suspicious.
If it smells like a trap, and looks like a trap, and acts like a trap, then it must be a trap.
But as the saying goes - keep your friends close, and keep your enemies closer.
Dina - A Matoran of Uknown Element, who lives somewhere in the Bota-Magna jungle regions. Rumor has it that she employs a robot worker, but nothing can be confirmed for sure.
The Artisan - A mysterious Av-Matoran, who owns & works in the forge that Smoke Monster is affiliated with. Is also up to date with every secret and rumor that New Atero has to offer.
Makua - A Ko-Matoran who owns the New Atero Library, as well as the "Threadbare Books" chain.
Iaredios Paerkenon - An Agori of the Ice Tribe who is also half-Skrall. He worked as a historian before the Reformation and has continued that work since; however, he was recently reported missing...
Kuan - A Ta-Matoran Mathematician, whose skills have been put to use with constructing new settlements all over Spherus-Magna.
Driken - A gullible Onu-Matoran who sticks to his routine like glue, and is the leader of the Voya-Koro settlement south of New Atero.
Lord of Ice Picks - A solitary Bo-Matoran who gave up his real name long ago. He disappeared after the Reformation to live alone in the jungle.
RG - A Su-Matoran with electric blue armor; rumor has it that he perished years before and was revived by the Order of Mata-Nui before they were wiped out. Has wandered Spherus-Magna ever since the Reformation.
The Pilgrim Shadow - An Agori of the Iron Tribe - one of few surviving members. Disguised as a Rock Agori, he has served the Skrall loyally for years; he recently took command of the Skrall under mysterious circumstances....
Xaeraz - A Fe-Matoran who looks like he was cobbled together from the junk pile. After perishing under unknown circumstances, he was revived by the Shadowed One to fight in the Destiny War; his role in events since is unknown.
Dai - A Ga-Matoran who serves as Driken's second in command in Voya-Koro. She disagrees with him often, and suspects he is keeping secrets.
Aerixx - A De-Matoran known for his strange Kanohi Mask, which looks like a Miru and an Akaku mashed together. Invented a new musical genre and often goes on tours across Spherus-Magna.
Jalicax - An Agori of the Fire Tribe who travels often to help keep the peace between the inhabitants of the Matoran Universe and the Spherus-Magnans.
Dallior - A Ta-Matoran artist who lives in Voya-Koro.
?? - Who knows?
There's only one day left until OLBIVION.
Don't you have a city to run?
Created by Chip Biscuit
After the Reformation, Marako was one of those who took advantage of the chaos and manipulated it to his own ends.
He took a political charge, playing through several gambits that all paid off. He made many enemies in the process... but they did land him the seat as New Atero's Mayor, a role that he has played for the past twenty years. It is a position that should have been re-elected every four years, and as the days pass, even the most oblivious of citizens slowly begin to realize that their city is gripped in the fist of corruption.
The Mayor might be excellent with his own form of diplomacy, but all the cunning in the world won't save him from enemies determined to remove him from play. His Kanohi Volitak will not save him now.
But perhaps a Mad Great Being might...
“You cheated death.”
“Was it worth it?”
“Is anything worth it? The moment you begin living, each step you take is one step closer to dying. At the end of the day, one begins to wonder whether there is a point to anything at all.”
“You’re avoiding the question."
“I am. Perhaps it was worth it. Who knows?"
“Why did you do it? Why not just allow yourself to pass on?”
“I was afraid.”
Tomorrow, you'll meet The Agori.
Time for Day 4.
Do you remember?
"The Mask Maker"
Created by Toa Smoke Monster
Nobody knows this Matoran's true name - not even himself. All that he has to go by is the nickname granted to him by those who would become his closest friends long ago, when they were all thought dead to the world. He helped them to fight a war against an enemy thought unbeatable; he helped them to win.
But nobody remembers that war.
After the Reformation, Smoke Monster and the rest of his friends all went their separate ways; the number of times he has seen any of them since can be counted on one hand. Smoke Monster took up the trade of forging Kanohi Masks, and has resided within New Atero ever since doing just that. He works alongside the mysterious 'Artisan', and together their skills in the forge have become famous throughout Spherus-Magna.
It's not Smoke Monster that the Mad Great Being wants, but it might end up being Smoke Monster that she gets.
FROM THE PROLOGUE:
“...hello?” he asked. His voice was ragged from disuse, mechanical against his will.
The being frowned, opening their eyes and tilting their head up to look at him. Then their eyes widened slightly and they nodded, as though he had somehow answered an unspoken question.
“Interesting,” they murmured. Their voice was like a thousand lines of silk, all sliding across each other. “A Matoran, when I first created you. Now a robot, long past your time.”
He frowned. “You… know who I am?”
They nodded, but tilted their head to the side, re-examining him. “Curious… you are not him. So I did create you, but somewhere else. You are not from here. You’ve come a long way.”
“Look,” he started, stepping forward, clenching his fists. “I don’t know who you are, but you’re gonna start answering some questions right now. Who are you? Why are you here? How do you know me?”
“Once, long ago, I helped to create you, or rather, another me did.” The being said, seeming to speak as much to themselves as they were to him. “You were a Matoran; my first contribution to the Matoran race. I named you.”
“I don’t go by that name anymore,” he snapped, scowling. “It’s meaningless to me - the name of a murderer, and so much worse.”
The being laughed - a rich, intoxicating sound, addicting in its pure and unadulterated pleasure.
Tomorrow, I'll introduce you all to the Mayor.
And now it's time for DAY 3!
Created by Inferna Firesword
Some people would tell you that the Ce-Matoran named Sirien is rude.
Sirien would helpfully inform you that those people are wrong.
Having worked as a weapons supplier during both the Destiny War and the Reformation War, Sirien has learned how to negotiate with everything from her fellow Matoran to beings as powerful as (and sometimes more powerful than) the Makuta. Highly intelligent and pragmatic, she demands respect from all who would converse with her, and expects them to hold themselves to her own lofty standards. She is calm and unfazed in all but the strangest of circumstances, and is both snarky and sarcastic to the extreme.
Unfortunately, since the Reformation, society has not had much use for weapons manufacturing - and with a personality hard to get along with, Sirien has struggled to find an occupation that can hold her attention. At the moment, she works as an employee of the Ko-Matoran Makua in both his personal bookstore chain 'Threadbare Books' and the New Atero Library. She has not had the job for long, but its tedious nature already has her itching for action... and an adventure with a Mad Great Being might be just what she needs.
FROM CHAPTER ONE:
Bronze poked the dark bronze and cobalt Matoran in the shoulder six times before she finally reacted, her eyes narrowing into a glare as her gaze shifted from the open book on the counter to him.
“Hello!” he said, smiling and holding out his hand. “I’m Bronze! Who’re you?”
She ignored his outstretched hand in favor of pointing at the name tag on her chest. “Do you know how to read?”
The Ce-Matoran slammed the book shut and stood to her feet, the stool she had been sitting on scraping the floor as it was pushed back. Without sparing him another glance she turned on her heel and stalked away. Bronze remained where he was for two seconds before rushing after her.
“Wait, come back! I need to ask you something! If I don’t Lady Araina will get mad! Well, you know, more mad then she is already, I guess. Great Beings are so moody sometimes, it’s just like-”
He was cut off before he could continue by a hand pressing against his mouth and shoving him headfirst into the nearest bookshelf. Bronze blinked and shook his head to clear it as the hand was removed and the Ce-Matoran stepped in front of him, poking him hard in the chest.
“Did you just say Great Being?” she asked, her voice dangerously low.
Bronze nodded, grinning. “Yep! She’s my boss! Sorta. She doesn’t say boss but it’s kinda like she is the boss because she tells me what to do and then I do whatever it is?”
“A Great Being,” the Ce-Matoran repeated, bemused. “In New Atero?”
Bronze nodded again, trying and failing to remove the Ce-Matoran’s finger from where it was now stabbing into his chest. “Ow. Yes. She brought me here. We’re looking for some Matoran. I think she went to find the mayor? Yeah, something like that. I wanted to go but she said I had to get us some librarian named ‘Sirien’, whoever that is, and then I got lost for awhile because I didn’t know what a library was but some nice fellow pointed me over here and now I’m here and do you know where this ‘Sirien’ is?”
A look of disbelief was his only response before the other Matoran drily replied, “I’m Sirien.”
He blinked. “Oh.”
Tomorrow, I'll introduce you to the Mask Maker - as well as another preview for OBLIVION!
Here we are! Day 2 of OBLIVION!
What's a BZP Story without BZP characters?
"The Living Mask"
Created by BronzeJet Kanohi Kakama
Every mad being needs a companion, and for the Mad Great Being Araina, that companion is the Ta-Matoran that she has named Bronze. Formerly an ordinary bronze Kanohi Kakama, Bronze was given life after being picked up by Araina ten years ago. With a living Kanohi Mask in her hands that she did not wish to carry, Araina constructed a special bronze, red and o range Ta-Matoran body for him. Bronze has been traveling with (and working for) her ever since.
While the Mad Great Being's often disjointed, rambling thoughts can seem incoherent to most other beings she comes across, Bronze has learned to understand what she means to convey and often serves as a translator... which will undoubtedly prove to be a godsend to the rest of the crew.
While the primary cast of this story is rather small - six characters, to be precise - I am in need of other characters to help populate this world... which is where you all come in! Simply fill out the form below and post it in the comments.
While I cannot promise you an appearance, I will try; just keep in mind that any appearances will be smaller compared to what I've done in the past (but in return, I will try to make each one unique).
NAME: [Quite obviously, really!]
ALTERNATE NAME: [Not to point any fingers, but calling a character by some of your display names might be weird! I can still make it work if you want me to, however.]
SPECIES: [You can choose either Matoran or Agori!]
ELEMENT: [Likewise, you can pick from the canon Matoran elements, or the canon Agori elements!]
OTHER INFO: [Other stuff you want me to know! What is your character's gender? Any recommendations for their personality? Any personal history I might try to include, or a favored tool/weapon? As well as any other good stuff like a specific mask, or colors, maybe.]
Tomorrow you'll meet the next member of the team... and perhaps I'll even give you a teaser of their first encounter with the Mad Great Being!
As promised to a few of you, here is the official announcement of ...
Due to a set of unfortunate circumstances (that may have perhaps been unavoidable, since we are online), I was hired on to keep on giving after BZPower's Secret Santa (protip: we should make sure the staff turn it into an annual thing).
Of course, there was only one route to take - write an epic! This particular epic will star a select cast of characters created in part by certain BZPower members. Gathered together by an insane Great Being, they will find themselves in a deadly race to find the Mask of Life, hunting down a mysterious and deadly foe before they can end the newly reformed world....
Of course, what better way to start it all off than to introduce you to the Mad Great Being herself?
"The Mad Great Being"
Long ago, the Great Being Araina helped her brethren to build the Matoran Universe and create the Matoran. Unfortunately for her, towards the end of the project she had the misfortune of coming into contact with the Kanohi Ignika, Mask of Life - the Mask cursed her, causing everything that she came into contact with to suddenly spring to life. Deemed as mad by the other Great Beings, she was locked away within an ancient fortress deep within the jungles of Bota-Magna.
There she remained until sixteen years ago, when she was freed by a mysterious robotic warrior; she has roamed the planet of Spherus-Magna ever since... until now.
FROM THE PROLOGUE:
He coughed. “You… said something about a Great Being inside of me?”
They shrugged, waving the issue away. “Oh, yes. That nutter. Really, if any of the Great Beings deserved to be called ‘mad’, it’d be him, not me. He managed to override your coding by essentially inserting a small portion of his own soul into you. Made you stop being you and start being him. And then when you broke through, came here and stopped him. Unfortunately, he found a way to transfer his thoughts into you as memories to preserve himself, because both of you are too clever for your own goods. You’re a ticking time bomb.”
“Thanks,” he muttered. “I’m really feeling your appreciation.”
The near-blinding grin he received in response suggested that the Great Being seated in the cell with his staff had long since lost the ability to perceive sarcasm. “Thank you! I do appreciate you! That’s why I brought you here, of course. Because you’re you, and that means you’re lugging him around too. Or, you know, a part of him. It works!”
“What works?!” he cried. “Why did you call me here?!”
“To let me out, of course,” the Mad Great Being said, sounding confused. “Did I not explain it already? You have a bit of a Great Being inside of you. Just grab the bars, picture him in your head, and he’ll be deleted in exchange for freeing me!”
Tomorrow I'll introduce you to the first member of the Mad Great Being's team - and I might have a way for some of you to get involved as well!