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  1. OOC: This post is somewhat divided, I'll try to tag the people things are relevant to. IC: The Dark Walk, Outside As Safina's eyes peered into the darkness, and her focus drew away, that movement returned. A faint blur at the far edges of her Exo-Matoran's light--but this time accompanied by a low growl and rattling sound, then the faint crunch of a tread moving across dirt. Something was moving out there--but she only had an instant to refocus from the hideout and process the glimmer of fangs in the light as the creature entered her view, an enormous tiger-like creature pouncing for her. Its neck extended as it struck, razor sharp teeth gnashing for the left arm of her power suit. @Perp IC: The Dark Walk, Hideout--The Lieutenant/Skorm The Lieutenant's eyes remained fixed on the apparition that had appeared, the Ko-Toa slowly unslinging what looked like a rifle from his back. Meanwhile, however, Kehuri heard a soft male voice--definitely belonging to the Highlander--whisper in his ear. "Conserve your strength. I will need you to start a ripple in the earth on my mark if we need to get the Matoran out in a hurry." A few scant seconds later Ronan heard the same voice in her own. "Anticipate the necessity of Plan B." Skorm turned to face the entity, assorted shards of masks floating off the table and swirling around him as he held up a hand, his eyes flicking to Zueya to check her actions. "Whatever he is, don't let him get to you," he snarled. "Focus on the objective." "The Bo-Toa?" His head turned to the side, ear turning, listening to the whispering darkness, then he laughed again. "My foolish brother. He did not heed, no. He thought himself above virtue, thought to reject it rather than face his destiny." The inky black figure raised his arms, gesturing to his wounds with a bright, unhinged smile. "Unfortunately for him, ideals, true purpose--they transcend life. Conquer death. His weapons, truths--irrelevant. I am no mere zombie, no dead man walking on another's whim. I am my legacy." His grin turned sinister, looking straight past Skrihen and Plagia to the huddling Matoran they were protecting. "Ah, the brave faces of well-trained children. You wish a less cryptic warning, Toa? Run, before I test your courage too." The figure's green eyes turned an oily, flowing black and began to leak tears of ink and shadow, a deep, red glow starting in their depths--as the mind of every Matoran in the cluster was gripped with sudden, all-consuming fear. It seemed Plagia's hope for quiet and calm would go unfulfilled. OOC: @darkwalk crew. @Goose @Endless Sea (Alaki Nuva) @Keeper of Kraata @ARROW404 @Visaru in particular @Daniel the Finlander: the fear effect probably isn't immediately obvious until the matoran react? but I'll trust your judgment on that.
  2. @ARROW404 @Daniel the Finlander I'd appreciate you telling me where on this map you are/using paint to sketch your letter and I'll write you onto it, just for the time being. Sk is Skorm, L is the lieutenant, ? is the man who just showed up. Arrow, this should answer a few of your questions. Cheers.
  3. OOC: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=67HND-L9k-A&ab_channel=MichaelSalvatori-Topic IC: ??? The silence ended in deafening fashion. A rich, deep baritone laugh sounded through the hideout, full of vigor. It echoed off the walls and in the ears as its owner detached from the pitch behind him, a sinewy, inky black form stepping into the light, his shadow stretching back into the black behind him, making him seem like shadow given shape. His emerald green eyes flickered in the light as a manic shine came to them--but far more horrible was his state of being. He had made no effort to dodge Skrihen's staff--The Rahkshi staff protruded from his stomach, blood already spurting around it. His wrists had thorny vines stabbed through them, their own heinous wounds covered in dried blood, his legs similarly penetrated with spikes of wood, dyed a rusty brown with seeping crimson. Scars marred the elegant curves of his nose and lips. "You disappoint us," the figure said, his voice tinged with madness but not an ounce of pain. "Pretenders. Cynics. Foolish idealists. Children. You have destroyed one legacy, and think to take another. Leave, before whatever shreds of virtue you might have are torn from you."
  4. IC: The Lieutenant/Skorm His eyes trailed over to Skrihen as he finally entered the hideout itself, the pale blue seeming darker in the atmosphere of the Darkwalk. "As I told Ronan, from what I know, our source found it himself and forced his entry. Not sure of the remainder of the circumstances, other than he seemed convinced of the death of Senemos." Skorm's gaze followed Zueya as she moved away from him, and he rolled a shoulder in a shrug before moving toward the table. He startled and picked up a shard of metal, its shadow jagged in the light, and turned to face the others. "HeIIs." What he held up was recognizable to everyone. It was the shattered eyepiece of a Matoran's Pakari. The Dark Walk Much like her companions, the darkness did not answer Safina's question. But something did move out there, barely past the edge of her light. Something unidentifiable to her eyes, no matter how they might strain. Meanwhile, to Ronan's eyes, somewhat accustomed to combat, it was fairly obvious what the substance on the floor was. It was blood. And it got worse as it went in, leading to a wall that was hidden by the curve of the cavern. The pollen flew by her, filling the room, feeling out... And Skrihen could feel something standing in the darkness, against the wall. Just beyond the reach of their lightstones. Not a Rahkshi. But someone.
  5. IC: The Lieutenant, the Dark Walk "The Ahka and the Commander both met with him," the Ko-Toa says quietly, watching Skrihen and Plagia's progress with an even, dull expression. "Around the storm and Ko's liberation. I'm afraid I don't know him myself. Alka Torin, 2." A thin line of ice spread from his foot toward the slab, stopping once under it and doing nothing more once there. Contrary to Skrihen's expectation, the slab didn't tilt--rather it groaned and went straight upward, the enormous weight straining the tree even as the featureless black surface ascended. Slowly. The shimmering light of the group's lightstones stretched bit by bit into the blackness of the room beyond as it did. The earthen walls stretched forward and curved to the left, vanishing into the darkness. Lightstone sconces were on the walls, their held prizes long gone. A table covered in shards of broken metal ran along the exterior edge of the curve, though from this distance _what_ exactly they were was impossible to discern--their shadows bit into the light on the wall behind them. The grumble of stone stopped, and there was a click as iron ribs sprung out to support it--even as iron and stone spines launched from the sides of where the slab had rested, angled for the Vo-Toa's face and center mass. Plagia flinched backwards as the air before her flashed briefly with energy -- a judicious application of her Hau to protect her from the spines while she retreated to a safer distance. "Keep back!" she said, drawing an inch of her sword from its sheath. "Don't know what else might be rigged." Plagia's shout didn't echo--the muffled silence wormed its way back into the ears of the group as the darkness encroached again. And as their eyes strained into the shadow, they fell on rusty brown stains on the stone floor, leading into the black.
  6. IC/NPC: Skorm/The Lieutenant "Yeah, I'm ready," the Ba-Toa responded, his bulky form resolute and ungiving against the much smaller Vo-Toa's nudge. "Onu-Toa's got it handled for now." The Lieutenant remained quiet, the wiry Ko-Toa looking through the door after a moment, hand on the blade still at his side. The passage on the other side of the door was pitch black and almost perfectly smooth, the light reflecting off of it eerily and casting reflections and shadows across its glassy surface. Half open twenty feet in on the other side was an enormous, featureless black slab, pushed upward by more decaying plants, still sturdy despite their death--whatever lay beyond the slab was hidden in darkness, the shaky light of the lightstones not managing to reach beyond it. Safina was perhaps the only one who would not have to duck to go beneath the stone and see what was on the other side. OOC: You guys are in the hideout now, so feel free to explore and look around. Until something happens, you don't need to rotate or move in lockstep with the others.
  7. IC: The Dark Walk The Ba-Toa took another step toward the plant, still hanging upside down from the ceiling, kneeling up and poking at it, the light drifting up to his hand so he could shine it over the leaves. "It seems alright," his voice came, echoing just as but no more oddly than the voices of anyone else in the darkness. He stepped back, sparing a small glower for Skrihen as she picked it off the wall, one quickly masked as he returned to his standing posture, the light returning to its hovering position. "We've stopped here long enough anyway." The Lieutenant nodded, his eyes trailing over the cavern again, gesturing down the marked path. "This way. Not much further." *** The itch on their necks only got worse as they reached greater depths, down a narrower path. The earth closed in from above and the sides, but it brought no comfort. To the more agile, it meant having their mobility restricted. To the less, it meant their escape was going to be that much more difficult... if anything decided to show its face. Perhaps Kehuri was the only one who felt anything other than an increasing feeling of suffocation. But to all of them, it meant more places an ambush could be sprung from with no warning, and no reprieve. They finally happened upon a large growth of dead weeds, vines that seemed to slowly move in the dim lightstone light. Ice crept up them, filling the plant's dead veins, before they cracked and shattered. Behind them was a short passage coated in iron, with an iron door on the right side. No handle was visible. "I believe we've arrived. Ronan, if you would?" OOC: @dark walk crew, @Goose in particular
  8. @ARROW404 / dark walk crew: just to make sure you guys are aware OOC since I realized things might have been somewhat unclear, Skorm still seems to be on the ceiling visually as well, and his lightstone is still hovering up there. More is going on than just getting sucked away, not that you all are aware of any of that. Don't worry. Everything will be fine.
  9. NPC: The Lieutenant "Mmm?" The Lieutenant's eyes drew upward to the plant he had illuminated before, then he chuckled slightly. "Little need for panic, I assure you. Our contact is a Bo-Toa, he left that plant for us as a marker, in the hopes it would escape the notice of those not looking for it. Good vigilance, however, things out of the ordinary like that will likely be the source of trouble."
  10. NPC/IC: The Lieutenant, the Dark Walk The Lieutenant's voice was even and measured, strangely muffled in the confines of the Dark Walk, his Kakama masked face not revealing much of his emotion. The little that was there was dulled, visible only in the flickering shadow of their lightstones. "We are looking for a passage on the left side of this one. For all his insanity, Rekhan Senemos was not fool enough to trust his navigational instincts in the Dark Walk of all places, so he stuck to the main thoroughfare for the most part. Just a little off the main route onward on a side passage, according to our contact, who was also kind enough to mark the right one for us." As they trekked on, eyes followed them. None they could see, but eyes that were nevertheless somewhere in the darkness. A crawling feeling on the back of their necks that intensified as they got deeper, built without end. And when they finally reached a turn off to the side, the Lieutenant held his Lightstone up, the bare edge of its light catching some brown, decaying foliage far above. A small sapling that Skrihen instinctively knew couldn't have grown here naturally, but would perhaps escape notice to the less astute. "Not much further now," the Ko-Toa said evenly. OOC: @Krayzikk @Keeper of Kraata @darkwalk crew
  11. OOC: ambience https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yL2LXOO0Hj4&ab_channel=LucasKing IC: The Dark Walk If the cave had been anywhere else, perhaps the entry would have been mundane. Average, perhaps even something of a comfort to those who regularly ventured underground. The Dark Walks were wide and well formed--artificial passages, after all, meant to allow for the transport of a legion abreast in some places. They had none of the crawling, sticking places, none of the places where the earth crowded in and made further passage difficult. But somehow, those walking in would have preferred to be surrounded by crowding dirt. The vast darkness that filled the wide passages seemed to almost brim around them, cloying to their forms wherever the scant light from their stones cast shadows. It seemed to resent the specks of dim light flickering into it. The black at the edges of their light seeped in, roiled, filled every cranny and gap in the coverage of their light sources. And somehow, it seemed to dim them even further. The Toa of Earth found himself questioning his own eyes--didn’t his darkvision usually extend a little further? Was that a wall, or was it just more darkness? Around the first bend, it became maddening. When the walls fell away into blackness, when the light behind was choked by the drowning dusk, there were stretches where all feeling of progress vanished. The Lieutenant guided everyone to keep the left hand wall in sight at all times, but even then… the featureless earth, the clinging dark, made it feel like they were walking on a treadmill, going nowhere at all. It could be alternately dizzying and suffocating, vast and claustrophobic. There was no order here. And that speck of light behind them had vanished so long ago. OOC: @Daniel the Finlander @Goose @Keeper of Kraata @Krayzikk @Perp @ARROW404 @Endless Sea (Alaki Nuva) @Void Emissary
  12. yeah sorry to spook you, i'm just a monkey and posted something meant for N&D in Ko. XD
  13. sighs wearily resets the "Days Since Last Post in the Wrong Topic" to 0
  14. OOC: @Daniel the FinlanderI can't spell evidently, that's what I learned today evidently i can't read topic headings either
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