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  1. IC: Drukarus (Irrnak's Tooth) Drukarus did not bear a grin of satisfaction or a look of surprised when Barius gave his answer, instead stoic Ba-Skakdi simply bowed his head and responded to Barius in the same deep, emotionless voice of his, "I thank you, warchief Barius." "Fair morning, I hope I'm not interrupting anything?" Raising back up his head, Drukarus took noticed the same odd-entity known as Parnassus that Drukarus had met the other day, an odd facsimile of a smile upon their face. Giving a solemn response and not returning the smile in kind, Drukarus replied, "No, in fact...Our business here is done." And in one fell motion, Drukarus lifted the head of his maul, and firmly planted it upon the chains that bound Grime's feet, the soft clang of the mighty maul making contact with the chains muffled by the ground that was now being pressed against the great weight. Then, to those watching, a distortion in the air around the maul's head could be seen, as if everything around the maul was being pulled directly down into the earth, with the weight of the maul increasing by two, three, four, five times, and then snap. Ceasing the flow of power and lifting his maul from the spot, the chains that once restricted Grime's legs were now shattered, crushed beneath the immense gravitonic weight, and a deep depression being left in the ground where the maul once was. With that, Drukarus looked back up towards Barius, a hard look upon his shimmering purple optics, an evident challenge to Barius to revoke his own words and to renounce what had just happened. Tearing his own gaze away from the warchief, Drukarus gave Grimes a light push on his back and directed the Matoran to follow him to the tree that Grime's found Drukarus asleep under, intent on continuing their former conversation. OOC: @Unreliable Narrator @Burnmad @Conway IC: Zak-Yak (The Fire Ruins) Within Zak-Yak's mind, a flowing cascade of voices were crying out, some of them reverent and grateful, others fearful and concerned, and one simply passive and expectant. "Hello Step forth into the darkness and prepare the gift A star’s heart still beating, still lit," These voices ceased entirely when Providence spoke, for all at once Zak-Yak fell under thrall before Providence dark rite, his entire attention focused on the Aspect that was before him. And deep within Zak-Yak's subconscious, drawn to the surface by Providence's words, of his actions, from his compassion, came long ancient memories of kindness past, of true kindness. For Zak-Yak remembered how he was the runt of his siblings, so weak and small, dependent on all others for his own continued survival. Zak-Yak remembered the constant abused inflicted upon him by his brothers and sisters, never a single sign of pity ever given to him. Zak-Yak remembered his only source of consolation, the kind, loving, caring caress of his mother and the soft, beautiful, and almost haunting sound of her voice as she lulled Zak-Yak to sleep. "Hello Goodbye." It was with those final words, and the flood of memories past that brought tears to the Mesi's face, a look of absolute joy and thanks upon the Mesi's face. And it was at that moment, that forevermore, that no matter what, Zak-Yak would follow Providence to the ends of the earth, for his kindness and compassion was all that Zak-Yak ever wanted, as he wrapped his limbs around Providence waist, crying tears of joy into the Aspect. OOC: @Burnmad @Snelly @Vezok's Friend
  2. IC: Uraborask & Skrillix (The Fau Swamp) Continuing to drive away from the site of whatever he encountered, crushing root and surmounting rock, Urborask noticed that the path he was blazing grew more and more clear of foliage with many stumps and stripped logs being organized just off to the side of what looked like a trail. Not even needing his deductive sight, Uraborask could tell that this was not some natural decay of the swamp or the traversal of a rather particularly large Rahi, no, this was the natural work of civilization, as hard as it was to believe that there was one in the Fau Swamp. Exiting from his truck, Skrillix happily following along from behind, Uraborask made his way to one of the nearest stumps, surveying what he could see, attempting to discern what had done this and where they had went...That was when Uraborask caught a sight that he couldn't quite believe. Footprints, small ones, footprints that could only be from one sort of being...Matoran. Uraborask couldn't believe it, he thought all the Matoran died when the Skakdi first arrived, and if any did survive, they certainly couldn't have been surviving in the swamps all this time...Unless these Matoran weren't originally from the island. It was at that moment that a drop of rain landed on Uraborask's head, followed by another, and then another, and then a dozen more, and then a torrent flowed down from the sky, bathing the swamp in the drowning sound of pitter patter, pitter patter, pitter patter. Looking into the sky, Uraborask felt as the ground trembled, ever so imperceptibly, but trembled nonetheless. It was at that moment that Uraborask let out a beastly grin and softly growled to himself, "You are coming to me now aren't you...Prey." It was at that moment a bolt of lightning struck out, almost in response, with the deafening sound of thunder startling the beasts of the swamp, from the largest Muaka, to the smallest Hapaka...Speaking of Hapaka's. Skrillix was most certainly, a small Hapaka, and as such, in fright, dashed off down the path, leaving Uraborask to let out a swear to Irrnak before nearly leaping over towards his truck and kicking the thing into gear to chase after the frightened hound. Unknowingly, the path that Skrillix dashed off towards, and that Uraborask was following, happened to directly lead to Le-Metru Nuva, and that both the hound and the Skakdi would be there in less than a minute at the rate they were going. OOC: @Nato the Traveler @Unreliable Narrator @Kal the Guardian IC: Sala (Fau Marshes) Another night of rest, another day of travel, that was what Sala thought to himself as he ate his morning meal, the constant chirping and buzzing of birds and insects alike filling the cool, humid morning air. At this rate, Sala had started to grow once again accustomed to the taste of stale meals and sleeping out in the open, under the stars and upon the earth. Back in the Matoran Universe, Sala was a traveler and chronicler alike and had traveled far and wide from Metru-Nui. And although Sala never made it to islands like Zakaz or Stelt, for obvious reasons, Sala had most certainly learned much about his old world through experience rather than simply reading about it. But when the Barraki declared their war, travel throughout the universe was restricted heavily, and eventually, Sala was forced to spend the last portions of his time in his old home trapped within Metru-Nui, fearful of the Barraki that threatened their life, rather than traveling free to explore what he wanted. Remembering such things left Sala with a hollow pit in his stomach, one that killed his appetite halfway through as he climbed inside of Dawnguard and got ready to travel once again. That was when Sala noticed in the distance, far off near the eastern side of the Fau Marshes, a storm unlike any other, one that spanned several miles from what Sala could tell and pelted down in a rain thick enough to obscure the horizon itself and that the only illumination was the constant bolts of lightning that fired off in quick succession every few moments. And it was within the rain that Sala could...See...Something? Sala couldn't tell and he wasn't sure, but if it was something, then it was big, bigger than anything Sala ever saw or read about. But now was not the time to discuss whatever it was, now was the time to keep on moving. Getting ready, Vhisola, Sorilax, and Sala proceeded to follow the path laid out by Sorilax. A semi-translucent mist clung loosely to the ground, with it not being thick enough to completely block view of the ground, but if one was not careful, a foot could certainly get stuck in the various mud puddles and ponds. But at this point, the trio were far from the hyper-lethal dangers of the Fau Swamp, and were now at last exiting the peripheral dangers that lurked in the marshes. Now was less a time to be fearful of aggressive reproach, but rather to appreacite the beauty of the nature that surrounded them, and that is what Sala did, taking out a scroll and using the inner plating of Avagah, drew quick sketches of his surrondings as Sorilax picked up on the lightened mood and began to offer his usual deposits of lore and knowledge to the company. Leaving the Fau Swamp, the gears of progress at last running smoothly after such hardship and trial that occured over the past week, Sala let out a genuine smile of contentment as they ventured forth. OOC: @Kal the Guardian @Unreliable Narrator
  3. IC: Zak-Yak (The Fire Ruins) Looking between the cruel Skakdi, Cravious, and one of his few friends, Providence. Zak-Yak carefully and cautiously scrabbled before Providence before heeding his words, and carefully took and caressed the faintly blinking heartlight wihtin his dominate hand. Looking up towards Providence, Zak-Yak gave his friend a weak, unsure smile before taking a knee and holding up the heartlight. "~Oh~ great Providence Aspect, grant us blessings of desecration. For blessing, we serve Whira Aspect and do one wish step for Whira Aspect. For blessing, we will claim heartlight for Skakdi Cravious. These we do for desecration blessing from great Providence Aspect, from kind Providence Aspect, from kind Providence...Friend...And..Uh..Um...Can blessing be...Can blessing let Zak-Yak always have friends...Many friends, friends that will protect Zak-Yak?" And with that, Zak-Yak bowed his head before Providence, the heartlight held high up above Zak-Yak's head, it extended high above his head before Providence to claim and to offer back towards Zak-Yak as a blessed worm, a Kraata, one just for Zak-Yak. OOC: @Burnmad @Kal the Guardian @~Xemnas~ @Snelly @Vezok's Friend
  4. IC: Apex (The Grand Temple Ruins) Apex too ignored the words of the Administrator, their insults and snide remarks no longer bothered the Aspect, as with the collection of the Taboo, her needs were wholly satisfied and any further interaction with them would lead to nothing but wasted time...That was till Apex heard the name of Miserix being mentioned by Whipser, the knowledge of her enslavement and the irritating thought that came with that fact being overshadowed by another name that they spoke of...Nektann... Swiftly whirling around, a frantic look upon the Rahi-like Aspect's face before she reeled in herself at noticing the situation at hand. Although Apex did not care for relationship between the Toa Taja and the Aspect Whisper, Apex had, whether knowingly or not, embedded a level of trust into Morangad that Apex had not done for some time, and understanding that between the two that Morangad was the more socially competent of the two, Apex stayed herself but her body still surged with a frantic wave of questions concerning he who had imprisoned her. OOC: @Burnmad @Eyru @Nato the Traveler IC: Drukarus (Irrnak's Tooth) "We will depart shortly, returning to our fortress to the north. What will you do, Drukarus? Your strength would be welcomed among my warband, if you wished to join it." Drukarus took a moment as he surveyed the immediate area around him, looking from the ramshackled war rigs, to the haggard Skakdi warriors recovering from their night of celebration. Drukarus left Metru-Nui to find his kind, and he had accomplished that. But now, looking amongst those that surrounded him, Drukarus felt discontentment with the nature of those he would be fighting with, the militant disciplined first imposed by himself during his tenor as warlord and later amongst the armies of the Barraki having since spoiled him to the inherent crude and barbaric nature of his people. But looking back towards the menial Matoran Grimes, the chains that still bound his limbs restricting his movement, the thoughts of Marrow, and his words of the Mesi's oppression and slow degradation, and the raw desolation that reminded him all too much of his own home of Zakaz, Drukarus once again steeled his will and aligned his goals. Looking back towards Barius, Drukarus once again spoke to the warchief. "Yes...My strength would be a boon to..Your warband. I will join you Barius, and follow you to your fortress to the north...But first, there is something that I came to request upon you..." Turning his body to the side, Drukarus gestured towards the meek figure of Grimes before returning his gaze to Barius, "...I have grown an interest in this Grimes, and I wish to take up the duty in maintaining their continued...Existence and service to the Warskak...If you so allow it?" "To offer the first great choice of many, here you will have to make a choice Barius, one that will help define your rule in the future and the visage that your followers see. Now show me Barius, what is your decision?" OOC: @Burnmad @Conway
  5. IC: Sala (The Fau Swamp) Their travel was slow and arduous through the thick vastness of the Fau Swamp. Thanks to Sorilax's power over shadow and silence, the overall fear of danger was minimal, as only those Rahi who silently waited for their prey before striking, and thanks to Sala's quick reactions and Sorilax's naturally resilient mechanical vessel, such sudden assaults were equally minimal in danger. Traversing the swamp itself, although Sala suggested himself or Sorilax to carry Vhisola, Sorilax insisted that the safest route was by the roots and trees and the semi-solid ground rather than risk the waist high murk that could loosely be defined as water. Moving through the vines and foliage, the emerald axe, granted from the Suva, made quick and short work of roots, with even the thickest ones only taking two to three swings. Though slow, it was safe, relatively speaking. Finding an opportunity after a long days trip, the company rested for the night as the sounds of the swamp lulled the lot to sleep. At least for those who were able to sleep. With the next day coming, the two Matoran awoke and quickly ate their meals, Sala doing so within the safety of Avagah, which Sala had clambered inside of as soon as he was fully awake. Finishing their meals and preparing for another trek, Sala, guarding Vhisola, followed along behind Sorilax for another days travel. As the trio moved, noticeable changes could be noticed in the terrain and the foliage. What was originally a near dark shadow cast by the thick foliage, the canopy could be noted as thinning in its thickness, the natural rays of light shining through and further illuminating their path. In addition, trees that were wider than Sorilax started to lessen and lessen, now only a Toa in width, the trees grew to be much more manageable in the traversal of the swamp. And lastly, the waist-high waters grew smaller and shallower, now only knee-high in certain places with more solid land and less mud. But another trait could be noted. At times, an odd silence took hold of the swamp, a silence unlike the supernatural one of Sorilax's but caused rather than the arrival of a predator. And patches and strands of the swamp seemed to be..Dead. Obviously done by some unnatural means but whatever those means were, neither Sala, Sorilax, or Vhisola could make heads or tails of it. Something was off in the swamp, and that made Sala uncomfortable and the party's pace to increase more than just from the easier terrain. OOC: @Kal the Guardian @Unreliable Narrator
  6. IC: Apex (The Grand Temple Ruins) Strength, knowledge, power, that is all that Apex felt and more, the familiar scent of shadow filling the air that surrounded them, forcing a chill down the ancient Aspect's spine. But no matter, the secrets of old have been found by Apex and they are hers to command. "What is this?" Or so she thought. Removing her snout from the ritual wall, the Taboo sign now branded upon the bridge of her face, Apex turned and looked towards the young shadowling Whisper and the void-touch Taja before speaking towards them, a hint of annoyance tracing her voice like the whine of insects or the nagging caws of Kewas. "That...Was a caress of the void, the remnant of Aspects past and their attempts to fully utilize the nothingness that we came from...It is an ancient power. One that both of us seemed to have claimed." Particular frustration could be noted from the last line of Apex's as she let out a chuffing raspberry at that fact. Turning her attention towards her purple companion, their words being drowned out by the rushing sensation of claiming an Taboo. Loping past them, Apex stopped near the entrance, craning her neck over and calling out to Morangad. "Morangad, I have claimed what I was seeking here, there is no reason to remain and our goal must be achieved swiftly." OOC: @Burnmad @Nato the Traveler @Eyru @Unreliable Narrator
  7. IC: Drukarus (Irrnak's Tooth) Arriving at the E. Street Wagon, Drukarus was greeted by the authoritative stance of Barius as he sat upon his war rig. Briefly assessing the warchief, Drukarus took not of the still haggard look of the Skakdi, expectedly so considering the grievousness of their wound from the former day. But Drukarus also took note of the curious attention that Barius gave him, obviously wanting to speak with him before he arrived. "Good, I can use that to my advantage." Standing before Barius, Drukarus planted his maul head-down before himself, placing both of his hands onto the handle of the maul as Drukarus aimed to addressed the Skakdi warchief. Drukarus knew that he was going to have be careful. Although Drukarus knew that eventually, the warskak will fall under his view, he also knew that now was not the time to insist upon his values, and unless given an oppurtunity to speak of such in confidence or with an assurance that what he was to ask was to succeed, then now was to keep his demands small. "Warchief Barius, I greet you upon the day after your victory...May I ask how are your wounds, do they need tending by one capable of such?" "Flattery, an obvious but an effective opener. Followed by an indirect request of their condition. If his injury is still as severe as it was yesterday, than that should keep his reprisal to my request in check." OOC: @Burnmad @Unreliable Narrator @Conway IC: Zak-Yak (The Fire Ruins) At that moment, in this instance, given a chance to choose, Zak-Yak's mind was at a loss as two forces within his shattered subconscious bickered back and forth with each other. One, cruelly denouncing all those who had wronged them and those who betrayed them, only calling out for what they desired to claim their own self fulfillment. Another, desperately praising and defending those who have been nice and kind to them, no matter how miniscule or incidental, whether intentional or otherwise. At that moment, Zak-Yak was left confused and unsure on what to do, till a single voice called out. Hobbling out from behind Varian's leg, meekly scrabbling over in-between Cravious, Whira, and Providence, his gimp hand numbly scratching against the broken mechanical frame that once attached Master's Talons to Zak-Yak. There Zak-Yak sat almost, looking between the three participating beings, an almost regrettable and pitiful look on his face before the Mesi spoke out. "Zak-Yak...We...I..I will accept deal. I will serve Whira Aspect's wish if Providence Aspect's desecrates me. I would like Talons to be fixed, if that can be done..." For a moment, Zak-Yak held his tongue, clutching his two hands together and biting down upon his lip before he continued, gazing towards Whira. "...I will serve mighty Aspect, if you so wish." With that, Zak-Yak was left to only hope and pray, to Varian Master, to Providence Aspect, to his...Friends. OOC: @Burnmad @Vezok's Friend @Kal the Guardian @~Xemnas~ @Snelly
  8. IC: Sala (The Air Suva) Pulling out the blade that was magnetically attached to the back of Avagah, Sala held the blade out and concentrated on it and upon the Suva. Focusing upon swapping the sword for the hatchet, Sala was pleasantly surprised as dematerializing and then rematerializing in his hand, was a jungle green axe, its shaft of a sturdy material that Sala could not discern from a casual look but could obviously be seen as a fine quality, its blade a keen edge capable of cleaving trees whole. Lightly swinging the blade in front of himself, Sala could feel, no see, the tangible shift of air currents as the debris within the temple ruins was picked up by the wind. "Huh, though I've heard of Kanoka blades, but this is something else entirely. The craftsmanship, the power, this is truly a one-of-a-kind weapon." Turning his attention back towards Vhisola, Sala reached out a mechanical hand down onto Vhisola's shoulder stopping her. "Hold on Vhisola, I understand the need to head back, but its been a few days. The battle has most likely ended and I do not think we are able to leave yet. Sorilax?" Sala said, turning towards the Aspect. OOC: @Kal the Guardian @Unreliable Narrator
  9. IC: Apex (The Grand Temple Ruins) As Apex waited for an answer to come to her, the world itself shifted and swayed in an unprecedented manner. As Apex was thrown and knocked around, her claws attempting to claim purchase into the stone in whatever crevices they could tear into the ancient rock, the idea of destroying this temple returned to the for front of Apex's mind as she prepared to make her intentions known to the more than nuisance of an Administrator. As the rooms settled into their final positions and Apex regained her sense of balance from the floor she was splayed upon, the beast of an Aspect began to rise from her spot, a low, hoarse, guttural growl rising in her throat...Before being silenced in a squeak as Apex took hold of the sight before her. The ritual text, the disparate portions of ancient rites now as one whole piece, were beheld openly for Apex to read and consume...But it wasn't just the text that now was complete, a sign, a mark...A Taboo, was made manifest before her. Stepping forth, in a daze, in a trance, a primordial hold was placed upon Apex as she looked towards the Taboo...An odd and strange allure came upon her, a familiar sense that if it wasn't being masked by the draw of it, then Apex would be hesitant to accept. And so, like a Fireflyer to a flame, Apex pressed her snout onto the sigil and prayed. OOC: @Unreliable Narrator @Burnmad IC: Uraborask (The Fau Swamp, Near Le-Metru Nuva) Driving through the thick jungle of a swamp, Uraborask tried his best to keep a good pace within his rig as well as to not crash it into any trees or get it stuck into any deep mud. Although Drukarus had seldom driven in his life, mainly preferring to walk where he could and never caring enough to either repair his own rigs or to pay another to fix it up, Uraborask's deductive vision helped. Although it couldn't guide his path as well as it could with amble time and patience, in quick, reflexive decision making, it offered just enough to allow the Bo-Skakdi from hitting the deep mud ruts by pointing out the darker than normal waters, and discern between the individual trees amongst the mess that made its way before him. "What was that I saw? What are those things that attacked me? Did I even kill it with the Cordak blaster?" Although the threat of what he saw was gone, Uraborask was now left with his own conscious thoughts rather than those fueled by instinct and adrenaline, a dangerous past-time for the beastly Skak. And now, with his thoughts, the fear of survival being consumed by the fear of what he saw, for even if he had never gone to the Fau Swamp's deepest portions, from rumors and hear say, he knew whatever he encountered was not of the swamp, not originally for sure. "First the Tahtorak came from Irnakk's Tooth, now these silver creatures of death. What will be next, Skakdi who renounces war and enslavement? OOC: @Unreliable Narrator @Nato the Traveler @Kal the Guardian
  10. IC: Drukarus (Irrnak's Tooth) :it is decidedly so.: And with that, with the words of the entity and Grimes, Drukarus began to understand the situation in front of them. Although Drukarus did not know whether the entity's intentions and concerns for Grimes were out of some moral honor or from a conniving scheme, he recognized that this Matoran had some form of significance to it. As for Grimes himself; Drukarus could not deny that he was impressed, even found the Matoran to be respectable. From Drukarus's assumption, Grimes either fully understood the opportunity that they had, or that this Matoran did not fear whatever reprisal would come from such boldness. Returning boldness with boldness in kind, Drukarus clasped his maul and holstered it back on its place upon his back. Stepping past Grimes, Drukarus gestured for Grimes to follow and silently signaled for them to stay close to him. Making his way through the camp, Drukarus approached the E. Street Wagon where Barius laid, who Drukarus hoped to be awake. OOC: @Unreliable Narrator @Burnmad IC: Apex (The Grand Temple Ruins) "Oh? You really thought it'd be that easy to uncover the lost dark magic of a heretic within my halls. Oh no, your fellow brethren did a much better job than that. They'll leave your head spinning before you figure out what they meant. At least I've been left spinning. It's all very confusing." With that, Apex's first thought was to lash out, to roar out in anger towards the Administrator, to rend the etching from the wall, to attempt to call to whatever Rahi made their dwelling here and to have them rend this accursed temple to its very core... But no, this was not the time to unleash the beast that she is. Although Apex was left wanting, she was not left without hope. From the Administrator's words, Apex had done what she needed to do, but something was still missing. Now was not a complete halt in her goals, now was simply a delay. Stepping away from the wall, a growling groan of frustration coming from her maw as her body bristled at the interruption in her progress, Apex took a moment to look once more at her surroundings to discern what would need to be done. OOC: @Unreliable Narrator @Burnmad IC: Sala (The Air Suva) Sala solemnly nodded when Vhisola asked about the bombing of Metur-Koro, silently confirming her horror. Sala agreed with Sorilax that they could guide Vhisola out of the Fau Swamp and take her to Metru-Koro, at least until they see it and can part ways. Heeding Sorilax's request, Sala entered Avagah once again and attempted to swap the blade of the ACR for the Air Hatchet. OOC: @Unreliable Narrator @Kal the Guardian
  11. IC: Uraborask & Skrillix (The Fau Swamp) Gunning it, Uraborask didn't even pay attention to whatever damage may have been suffered to the rig by the sudden appearance of these things or running one of them over. In addition, he didn't even pay attention to the cries of help that came from who knows where. The only thing the burly Skakdi cared about was getting out of whatever this situation was, as he wasn't in the mood to fight on uneven odds. Quickly looking through the trees, Uraborask attempted to find a clear path for him to drive through, as not to crash his rig upon a tree. But even though he was fleeing, a part of him didn't want to simply run without leaving something for them to remember him by, and so, using the more autonomous feature of the Cordak blaster, he fired off a few rounds out towards the mass of silver and undead. OOC: @Unreliable Narrator IC: Drukarus (Irrnak's Tooth) As Drukarus reached his full height and gazed down towards the Matoran, Drukarus realized that he may have misread the situation as he noted Grimes' reaction. Silently admonishing himself for reaching such a false conclusion, he relaxed his grip upon his maul as he waited to hear what Grime had to say. “For what I know I demand freedom. Will you make good on your word last night?” At that, not even Drukarus could suppress the slight look of surprised upon his face that shifted to a sad look as he shook his head and planted his hand upon his face. Dropping down to one knee, being closer to eye level with the Matoran, Drukarus spoke out in a calm, low manner, "You seem to have misunderstood my intentions Grime...When I promised you freedom, I did not mean freedom from the Warskak, for you are apart of it...What I meant, was freedom from the pain, from the abuse..." Drukarus paused for a brief moment, concerned if there was anything else to say, whether or not it was worth to say more and whether what he already said was sufficient before he came to a conclusion. "And although I have only been upon this mysterious land for two weeks time from my reckoning, I recognize the hostility which it holds...One that a lone Matoran like yourself could not survive alone...I assure you Grimes, that I take the wellbeing of those within my Warskak as my main concern...And you Grimes, are amongst my Warskak. OOC: @Unreliable Narrator IC: Apex (The Grand Temple Ruins) "I recognize it as your people's tongue, Apex, but I do not understand it. Is this not what you came here seeking, then?" "Yes Morangad indeed, this was indeed what I have been seeking, I simply desired to know whether you recognized it as something more as I myself see it." Turning her attention towards Taja and Morangad, Apex felt oddly uncomfortable. Her goal was literally in sight, but for some reason, the idea of leaving herself unaware of the other two as she focused upon the writings bothered her. No matter, there was strength to be had. "If you two care to heed my words, I would request you to leave for a brief moment. I require full concentration if I am to properly absorb the knowledge of the text." Returning her gaze to the etching on the wall, Apex tried her best to focus her total attention upon the writing, hoping that at last, she will find what she needs and be granted what she desires. OOC: @Burnmad @Eyru @Unreliable Narrator IC: Sala (The Air Suva) Returning to the conversation from his thoughts, Sala listened as Nixie, now Vhisola, spoke before he responded to her. "Well, I don't think Maker is in the necessarily literal sense. Before Sorilax and I got here, we were at Metru-Koro and uhm..." Sala paused for a moment as the memory of the great ball of plasma streaking through the sky haunted his mind, the quivering of his Kraata breaking him out of his thought, "Something happened and...Well...It might just be easier to show you I suppose." Engaging the mechanism, the chest plate of Avagah raised itself and granted Sala the ability to leave the ACR. Fully exiting the ACR, the first time since he met Vhisola, Sala climbed down from the chest compartment and turned around in front of Nixie, gesturing towards the nape of his neck and upper back. As Vhisola looked, she would catch the sight of a organic, worm-like creature. A sandy blue metallic head was seemingly clamped, no, more like fused, to the nape of Sala's neck. A dark grey formed the body and tail of this creature as it ran down the Su-Matoran's spine. "I was desecrated by Sorilax back in Metru-Koro, and it might be that ritual of binding that has made Sorilax my maker." Standing there, outside of Avagah, exposed to the world, Sala stood there in a timid stance, seemingly uncomfortable within his own frame, or maybe metaphorically speaking, without his frame. OOC: @Unreliable Narrator @Kal the Guardian
  12. IC: Uraborask & Skrillix (The Fau Swamp) Scanning the treeline, Uraborask and Skrillix were startled by the seemingly dead Skakdi coming back to life, illiciting an even louder "SHRAHK!" from the beastly Skakdi. Moving on instinct, Uraborask quickly shifted the rig into reverse, trying to shake the thing off enough so that he could immediately accelerate forwards as to completely flatten the thing that tried to get at him and Skrillix. OOC: @Unreliable Narrator IC: Drukarus (Irrnak's Tooth) "You have the divining sphere, One of the Warskaks who went up the mountain said he saw you pick it up. Has she spoken yet? She's already spoken to you hasn't she." As the Grime spoke, Drukarus semi-conscious mind began to get to work as he slowly began to understand what the Matoran was speaking of. But that was not the only thing he noticed, whether it was some defensive instinct from living with Skakdi for all his life, or simply just a bad feeling, Drukarus noticed the Matoran's progressively growing steps as Grime approached ever further towards the wizen Skak. And although Drukarus did not expect anything, something told him he should. Rising from his seated position a bit faster than what would normally be warranted, Drukarus stood above the Matoran, his maul in his right hand, the head of which planted onto the ground, ready to be used if needs be. Staring down towards Grime, Drukarus spoke out in his usually stoic manner, a hint of curiosity being noted in his indictation. "Divining sphere...Hrmmmm...You mentioned a she? Who is this she? And what do you know of them?" OOC: @Unreliable Narrator
  13. IC: Uraborask & Skrillix (The Fau Swamp) Driving with care and caution through the thick trees of the Fau Swamp, his attention being focused on a clear path as well as for any hidden threats, was broken when the green Skak came bursting from the trees with a horrid, painful scream. Instinctually hitting the brakes, a sharp "Shrahk" came out of the Uraborask's mouth, startling the sleeping Skrillix as the thunk of a body hit the hood of the rig. For a few seconds, Uraborask looked at the corpse, attempting to discern what had killed it, but even with his deductive gaze, he was left genuinely clueless. And when left with a lack of context, to gather evidence was the best method to expand ones understanding of a situation. And so, being careful and staying within his rig, Uraborask took his gaze and hardened it towards where the Skakdi had came from, with a free hand moving towards the controls for the rear mounted Cordak blaster. Whatever killed this Skakdi, would learn soon that it better had stayed hidden. OOC: @Unreliable Narrator IC: Drukarus (Irnakk's Tooth) As Drukarus slept, he, against his own better judgement, slept like he was; an old Skak who had seen many days and nights, who had passed through dozens, hundreds, and thousands of years, and old Skak who simply desired sleep and peace. But this venerable state of rest still was not deep enough yet to impair the keen hearing of the old Skak warchief, and although the unknown figure was able to get closer than Drukarus would have wanted, the Skakdi still awoke to Grimes' call. “You have it don’t you.” The heavy lids of his optic rising, Drukarus dimly looked towards the meek Matoran. If this was a situation of life or death, then the raw adrenaline of the situation would have brought Drukarus already to his feet with maul in hand. But the lack of any obvious threat, and most certainly not any sort of concern from the Matoran before him, left Drukarus with a morning grogginess that came with his elevated age. And so, with his mind running slower than the norm for him, Drukarus dimly mumbled out. "It?...What do you mean...It?" OOC: @Unreliable Narrator
  14. IC: Uraborask & Skrillix (The Fau Swamp) Passing through mud puddle, water pool, and algae patch, Uraborask slowly drove his rig through the marshes of the Fau Swamp, only a few hours from reaching the denseness of the swamp. Surveying the liquid ponds and the horizon of the treeline, Uraborask kept his eyes out for even the slightest movement, his vision of deduction working in overdrive as to ensure that nothing wrecked his rig before he got too deep into the swamp itself. The Fau Swamp, contrary to what he told Cravious, Uraborask had indeed made multiple incursions into the Swamp. But true to his word, the last time he was in the swamp was when he attempted to guide a band of Skakdi in there. Uraborask had never went as deep as he did as that expedition, and it was on that trip where he realized just how deadly the swamp could be. Since then, Uraborask had never went back, knowing that although he was an apex predator amongst the monsters known as Skakdi, he knew he wasn't an apex amongst the real monsters within that swamp. Looking across the treeline, Uraborask looked for a thin enough patch where he could drive through with his rig. He knew that here on out, it was going to be a rough journey, but not because of the terrain. Thankfully, Cravious's modifications actually did good work on making the rig semi-amphibious, allowing Uraborask to easily drive the rig through the deep waters and mud without trouble. The only trouble was going to be able to pass through the trees that formed the thick canopy of the swamp. Reaching a relatively thin portion of trees, Uraborask at last entered the Fau Swamp, slowly driving past the trees and through the would be waist-deep cesspool of mud, algae, and other such ooze. The sound of insects filling the air as the thick muggy air blew through the air conditioning, with not even the ingenious system implanted by Cravious being able to prevent the humid musk of the swamp from spilling in. Uraborask knew that this was going to be an aweful and difficult trip, and something about it wasn't going to go right. OOC: No idea who to tagged so simply enjoy the post whoever.
  15. IC: Apex (The Grand Temple Ruins) Passing the seemingly inactive Aspect known as Whisper, Apex made her way down the central hallway. Entering the next chamber, Apex was greeted by a growing familiar sight of pipes, stars, and text...As well as her guide Morangad. Passing through the aperture and fully entering the room, Apex nearly jumped again as she noticed that Taja had seemingly followed after her. This was not her desired outcome when she left the previous chamber, as Apex's goal was to escape the odd-feelings she was having when conversing with the Toa and to not lose her veil of strength. Well, Apex couldn't do much now except to force the Toa out, and she could figure that was not the right decision in this instance. Actively trying to not let the Toa's presence disturb her, Apex turned towards Morangad, asking him about his findings. "Morangad. What has it that you have found within the chamber so far, anything of use or note?" Looking down and pawing at the ancient text of the Aspect, Apex thought for a brief moment before continuing, "I am sure you have noticed the text lining the wall, do you know its tongue, what it reads?" OOC: @Nato the Traveler @Burnmad @Eyru @Unreliable Narrator IC: Sala (The Air Suva) "Well, other than what wa-" Sala's sentence was cut short as his mind was approached and expanded upon by yet another outside force that drew his mind out beyond his body and spread it across the whole of the Fau Swamp. Reeling back slightly and steadying himself against the Suva, not in the right mind to take care of the potential damage he might cause before he could stand back up straight, one of his hands clasped onto his head as yet another message flowed into his mind. Makuta Sorilax registered. Element shadow. Maker unknown. Matoran Sala registered. Element plasma. Maker Sorilax. Matoran Vhisola registered. Element Water. Maker expunged. "Argh, getting your head messed with more than once a day isn't something I appreciate much, argh. But...What was that. Maker Sorilax? That doesn't make sense I agree. But it may have some other implication with it, like something involving the ritual? Whatever it is, it obviously doesn't know much about you Sorilax..." Slowly releasing his hand and the pressure it was applying to his head, Sala took a moment to think and realized an oddity in what the Suva message. Turning towards Nixie, Sala spoke out in a curious manner, a quizzical look plastered on his face. "Wait a minute, Vhisola? Why did it say a different name, and why do I vaguely recognize that name?" Vhisola was barely left a moment to respond before Sala cried out pointing a finger at her, "Now I recognize it, when we first approached I caught mention of a blog, I must've seen it at some point in my chronicles." Sala said with a grin at remembering it. "Well, whether you want us to call you Nixie or Vhisola, it's up to you, but the more curious question is this. Why did it say your Maker is expunged. The use of expunged must imply that at one point the Maker was listed but was removed? Oh, and as for Dume, well..." Sala thought a good while upon the subject before continuing, "...he had to have been a Toa before he was our Turaga, and a Matoran even before that. But that does raise the question of how this Suva would bare his name and..." Sala paused as the shattered skull of Mata-Nui came to his mind. OOC: @Unreliable Narrator @Kal the Guardian
  16. IC: Apex (The Grand Temple Ruins) As Apex listened to the words of Taja, an odd feeling started coming over the ancient Aspect, a feeling of...Empathy. Like this Toa, Apex did not choose the element of shadow, for it to be engrained into her very nature. And although it took Apex spending a near infinite amount of time trapped within the pitch black darkness of her former prison for her to truly understand the horror of it, she still knew that the void was something not to trifle with. And the idea of being displaced from your home and placed into a wholly new one, being forced to look upon the shambles of your old home. Apex couldn't help but feel empathy with this Toa. And as Apex's thoughts dwelled upon the Toa, Apex could not help to think back on their initial meeting, and how the Toa did not allow her guard to drop once. It was a good instinct, and although Apex truly didn't want to fight in that moment, being prepared for a challenge was the right move in it's own right. At that moment, within the stone chamber of the ruins, Apex could, for one of the few times in her existence, felt a modicum of respect for another being, and a non-Rahi at that. Turning her gaze towards the starry wall, Apex spoke calmly out, a softness filling the Aspects gaze as thoughts of an older time filled her mind, "I..Understand Toa. The shadow, the darkness, the Void, it is something to be feared, not to be trusted. And unlike the rest of my kind, I understand this fear, for I understand that it is not beholden to my kind as they might claim otherwise. I also understand being displaced from your home. Before you came, before the..S k a k d i..This place was verdant and beautiful, and now...Well, you have seen how it is now. I empathize with you Toa, and I simply hope that you aren't tr..." At that point, the shadowy orb that Taja had originally sent down the pipe returned and splashed against the opposite wall, startling the Aspect and causing them to jump like a frightened river cat before frantically trying to return to their former composure. "Hrmph, well, I do not know what reason may be for us meeting though, and lest you too wish to see the Skakdi of this island to be wiped out, than there is nothing further to be discussed. I wish you fair Toa...And warn you of the harm the void and my kind can inflict." And with that, Apex quickly fled the chamber, not risking further conversation with Taja. Truly the art of language was a tricky slope, one that the Aspect was ill-adapted towards. Leaving the left-most chamber and returning to the central chamber, Apex reckoned that the only route left was the central chamber, entering it and hoping to find the last of what she seeks. OOC: @Eyru @Nato the Traveler @Burnmad @Unreliable Narrator IC: Sala (The Air Suva) “Wait wait, don’t move it, something’s happening.” As Sala immediately let go of the Suva, he felt as the traces of energy flowed through the room and through their beings, that was when the voice came into each of their minds. Suva Online. Current Inventory: Mask of Levitation, origin Forgemaster Dume, power of levitation and personal weight control. Hatchet of Air, origin unknown, power to create, remove, and control air within immediate sight of the wielder Vuata Maca crystal, origin unknown, power to store and release electrical charges “Did you hear that too?” "Ye..Yeah, yeah I did too. Sorilax? Honestly, good eye Nixie, we might have completely missed that if yo..." Sala paused, as one of the words from the Suva registered in his mind. "Wait a minute. Dume? Forgemaster Dume? As in Turaga Dume? Nixie, do you think what I'm thinking? But, that wouldn't make any sense, would it? Or does it?" OOC: @Kal the Guardian @Unreliable Narrator
  17. IC: Apex (The Grand Temple Ruins) "You're right. And I won't pretend we're suddenly friends. But this—Administrator obviously holds all of us in equal contempt. So we might as well work together. For now, at least." "That part, concerning the Administrator, we can agree upon. But unless your goals align or directly defy my own, you and your alpha's wishes do not concern me." And with that, Apex made her way towards the exit of the chamber, intent on finding the rest of the ritual's text, when the shifting in shadows caught her attention and made her halt in her steps. Drawing her gaze along the shadows, tracing them to their source, Apex took note at how the Toa seemed to manipulate the shadows with such a lack of fear or trepidation. Then the Toa made their way towards the odd funnel within the wall, before manifesting and launching a sphere of shadow within it. At that moment, Apex realized that she had never heard of, let alone seen, a Toa wield the void like the Aspects have. With a brief hesitation, Apex turned towards Taja and spoke out to them, their voice coming out like the sounds of a quiet rodent and the soft creaking of wood, "T..Tell me Toa. How is it that you have come across the void, why is it that you are able to use its power with such ease and lack of fear, and how is it that you and the young shadow came together as you have. As I have said before, from my age, the Toa were actively antagonistic to my kind and their society saw us as beings of irrevocable moral darkness compared to their light." OOC: @Unreliable Narrator @Eyru IC: Sala (The Air Suva) As Nixie gave her two widgets upon the matter, Sala joined Sorilax in their contemplation upon the matter. But unlike Sorilax, Sala began to actively review what knowledge they had, and peered once again at the murals along the Suva, looking at the direction in which it is presented. “Maybe direction of rotation matters? But how would that tie into circles? This is very puzzling indeed.” Looking up from his crouched position near the Suva murals, Sala spoke up, "No, I think your right about direction, a dial usually can be moved in both direction to solve the combination, it could also be that it only goes in a single direction. If that is the case, then maybe the direction is the direction in which the murals go. And if nothing happened after we made a full rotation, than maybe we need to put in the right position for something to happen...Honestly though, beyond that, I don't know how most of these things relate completely and whether or not the mural has anymore significance. OOC: @Unreliable Narrator @Kal the Guardian
  18. IC: Drukarus (Irrnak's Tooth) :It is certain.: As Drukarus received the brief reply to his complex question, he only let out a soft sigh as the odd sensation waved across his form. Drukarus at this point realized that further questioning weren't going to lead to anywhere. And so, accepting the odd thing that he now held, Drukarus returned the sphere to the pocket he had stored it in previously. Exiting the tent, Drukarus took notice of the starry night that now loomed overheard and the silent that had fallen over the Warskak, it seemed that the celebrations are over and the day had reached its end. Looking amongst the sleeping masses of Skakdi; from those sleeping on, in, and around their Rigs, those seemingly fallen and passed out in a drunken stupor onto their makeshift tables and chairs, and some Skakdi were presumably slumbering in the scattered tents. Looking around, Drukarus made his way across the camp, beyond the very edge of it, before finding a long since dead burnt tree; its bark brittle and gnarled, its trunk and roots burnt and layered in ash, its leaves long since scattered and desiccated. Positioning himself beneath it, sitting in a cross-legged position, Drukarus leaned his mass against it, the rough bark of it biting and scratching into his more organic components more so than he originally thought they would, but he endured it. Pulling out his maul, Drukarus laid it lengthwise across his lap, his hand loosely wrapped around its handle, in the case some foolish Skakdi tried to pull one on him. Staring up towards the stars, Drukarus' thoughts lingered on the simply fact that he was a foreigner, an outsider, a stranger here. Too these Skakdi, he was either an oddity that their warchief had thought as amusing, or a source of jealously, for being honored for no apparent reason. Drukarus knew that if he was too make the changes he desired, he would have to prove himself, prove that he is strong, that he is wise, that he is truth. Looking back up towards the stars, Drukarus stared at them, noting many constellations of former skakdi warlords that had been honored in the stars from his native Zakaz, "Truly this island was a wonder." he thought has he passed into sleep. OOC: @Unreliable Narrator @Burnmad IC: Apex (The Grand Temple Ruins) Once again, Apex had been foiled in her goals to achieve knowledge and power. The ritual, it was incomplete. What she had read before was the beginning, while this was the end, that had left only the most important part, the middle, the actual process of it. But another sign showed itself, an odd shape, one that she thought might have been in the other room but she had simply missed it, was this a Taboo, the sources of power she sought. Apex was about to touch it when the words of Taja broke the air. "What did you find in the other room?" Apex jerked her head up, like a prey animal jerking its head up mid-graze in the response to sudden stimuli. Unfortunately for Apex, the chamber was small in height, and Apex ended up bumping her hardened skull against the skull ceiling before turning back towards the void-touched Toa, a somewhat surly look upon her. Craning her head over her shoulder, the languid flesh of her neck shaking as Apex let out a course groan and responded. "Huh, the Toa speaks to the Rahi not with malice but with curiosity, quickly one's tone changes, does it not." Rolling her head and turning her whole form towards Taja, Apex extended her neck and took a step forwards towards Taja, leveling her eyes with the Toa's. "There is no point in hiding what can't properly be concealed. Within the other chamber, I found much of the same, pipes of black and white, the remains of former inhabitants," Apex said as she gently scraped against the brood cells with one of her foreclaws, a few flecks coming off and landing onto the ground, "And evermore secrets hidden in the tongue of Xa-Kuta, that which I am sure you cannot speak, let alone read, and that I do not know whether the shadowling would know the true history of." OOC: @Unreliable Narrator @Eyru IC: Sala (The Air Suva) As the Suva made its next rotation, the half-moon of the sapling and the window aligning, Sala took note of the lack of apparent change and pondered upon his and Sorilax's method before Nixie made herself known once again. "Okay, now I'm confused. I know you're both moving this around, and there's a plant, but why? Sala, care explaining?" "Oh, uh, ummmmm..." Sala stopped and paused for several seconds, unknowingly scratching the side of his Kanohi in a similar manner to Sorilax, "Well, I suppose, we're simply trying to see what it does. It is obvious this it is meant to do something, so we're just trying to see what that something is. But it does seem apparent that our method is flawed somehow. Anything you care to share Nixie? Anything particular clues of note that we're missing? Sala offered, gesturing to the Suva with his off hand. OOC: @Kal the Guardian @Unreliable Narrator
  19. IC: Drukarus (Irrnak's Tooth) :You may rely on it.: Druakrus nearly dropped the sphere when he heard, no felt, the response within his mind, but his grip held firm. Once again, the island known as Zakaz has left Drukarus surprised at its oddity, and this one surprise had elicited a genuine look of curiosity and surprise upon the old Skak's face. Peering back towards the orb, Drukarus held it to an arms length once its message registered, as a cautious gaze was befallen upon the shadowy device. Although Drukarus didn't know whether the sphere could only be spoken to in thought or if he was able to speak to it like any other, but Drukarus didn't care nor thought to try as he thought back towards the foreign presence. "It? Tell me, how can I rely upon it? Why should I rely on it? What can it offer a noble warlord as I and why should I rely on...It?" OOC: @Unreliable Narrator IC: Apex (The Grand Temple Ruins) "What purpose does this room serve?" "Really, by now I would have assumed you could have formed a solid prediction based on the data previously provided. This is a temple. It's a place of worship and prayer. And it's also a place to prove one's worth. Lewa believed in thinking outside the box. Ironically, he built boxes within this sacred space." "It amazes me how you can speak without answering anything, at least not truly. Rather than hiding behind bushes you hide behind words...Typical of one born not from the wilds." Apex said as she loped behind Taja, surprised that the void-touched Toa was here rather than her companion Morangad that she had told to go into this room. No matter, the affairs of this Toa and of the Administrator did not concern her lest they impeded in her goals. Passing by Taja and entering the room, Apex took a brief moment to peruse the room. The pipes did nothing for her, she did not care for whatever secrets they may hold or their purpose, such things were meant for those who didn't rely on strength or instincts to survive. Although, the starry background on the far wall did momentarily caught her attention at it's odd placement, and the brood cells, although Apex could not tell exactly from what Rahi they came from, she could tell they could be of no good to those without the ability to control them. But Apex's true interest was the floor, the ancient writings of Xa-Kuta lining the floor. Thankfully, unlike in the previous room, the need to clear the floor was not needed as the room was mostly free of clutter and the only removal would be of some of the brood cells along the wall that partially obscured some of the letters. Hopefully interfering with them will not anger something. Circling around the center of the chamber, Apex had completely lost attention and interest in the Toa as she began to engross herself in the writings. Although Apex could not make out their true significance yet, nor completely comprehend what they speak of, she knew that with diligence, she just might find what she is seeking... OOC: @Eyru @Unreliable Narrator
  20. IC: Drukarus (Irrnak's Tooth) "You're oftly nice, and I wish I could say otherwise. Do Matoran have many names where you come from? I'm sorry. I overheard a little bit of your conversation. The Skakdi say I need to listen less and work more, but there's not much work to do when I'm hiding in the tire compartment." Drukarus gently listened to Grime speak, solemnly shaking his head and carefully formulating what to respond to as the Matoran spoke, him taking note of the wheezing sound that came from the old instrument in their hands. Drukarus was about to speak when a sudden, persistent thought made its way into the old Skak's mind. It was something akin to an intrusive thought, but it was most certainly one of a truly foreign nature to his own mind. : A s k A g a i n L a t e r . : Slowly reaching up to his hand and rubbing against the side of his temple, Drukarus tried to dismiss the thought but knew that something held it against his mind. Stepping up and nearly walking past Grime, Drukarus directed enough of his attention back towards the Matoran to speak to them, "Uh...Indeed..uh, Grime. Indeed, from where I came from, Matoran were able to name themselves...And do not worry, I..I will at least attempt to help with your situation. Do not think that you will be relieved of your duties, but your years of hiding in fear will cease..." Drukarus thought for a brief moment before he spoke the last part, "...I promise." Shuffling off, Drukarus made his way around the whole of the camp, being careful to avoid any of the other Skakdi, the protruding thought not putting Drukarus in the mood to deal with others of his kind. Finding a relatively remote tent, one evidently set up for the members of the Warskak to sleep under, Drukarus made his way into the currently empty tent. Taking a seat on one side of it, Drukarus tried once again to force the thought out, but no matter how hard he tried too, it stuck, as if it was constantly being poured into his consciousness. Getting nowhere simply fighting against the thought, Drukarus tried to decipher it, assuming a meditative pose that he learned from an even more ancient elder of his kin from the world before. Focusing his thoughts, Drukarus found himself subconsciously moving his hand towards his back pocket. Reaching in, Drukarus pulled out the small orb, the same electrical dark cloud roiling inside it, as he stared towards it. Within Drukarus' mind, he thought to himself, and perhaps indirectly towards whatever this thing was, "What are you?" OOC: @Unreliable Narrator
  21. IC: Drukarus (Irrnak's Tooth) “What do you mean “true” name? My name is Grime.” Drukarus allowed an audible sigh to escape his lips as he fell backwards, landing upon his rear and sitting back from across Grime. Looking towards the Matoran, a faint glimmer of sympathy could be sensed from his gaze before Drukarus spoke again, "I mean the name you had before...Before you were called Grime...I do not know how many decades, let alone centuries you have spent amongst the Warskak, but I do hope that you remember something from your past life...Lest this will be a regretfully short conversation." OOC: @Unreliable Narrator
  22. IC: Sala (The Air Suva) Looking throughout the room, Sala sought to find any clues onto just how this puzzle is meant to go. Looking amongst the room, a few key traits made themselves apparent. The odd plant that grew within the center of the room, upon the Suva. It's odd shaping, the way it flexed and formed, it reminded Sala of a few shapes; a Crescent, a vertical line. But what did they mean? And then there is the windows, one a full circle, the other a half circle. Most certainly something had to be involved with those odd structural designs. Not entirely sure on what would be the best course of action, Sala hoped to simply find a common position between the two pieces of evidence he has. Turning towards Sorilax, Sala called out has he positioned himself on the opposite side of the Suva. "Sorilax, can you help me with this, I'm going to align the vertical line angle of the sapling with the semi-circle window." Working together, the two individuals being assisted by their mechanical frames that they both inhabited, rotated the Suva so that from the right angle, the sapling formed a vertical line that was aligned with the semi-circle. OOC: @Unreliable Narrator @Kal the Guardian IC: Drukarus (Irrnak's Tooth) "You can do whatever you want with him...Provided you pay for any damages incurred to the warband's property." Looking towards the warlord, Drukarus did not register any sort of suspicion coming off of the Skakdi. "But of course...And I'm sure the few canteens of fresh water and spare rations can equals this one's apparent worth." Gesturing for Grime to follow him, Drukarus made his way from the rest of the warskak. Drukarus did not any expect any Skakdi to attempt to listen in on his conversation, seeing as how many of them are too busy engrossing themselves in their own entertainment, but he still did not trust them and knew that what he wanted to discuss would draw suspicion if not immediate hostile reproach. Now just beyond the edges of the camp, out of immediate view and earshot, Drukarus turned towards the meek Matoran and crouched down before them, a harden look upon Drukarus's face. "What is your name...Your true name?" OOC: @Unreliable Narrator @Burnmad
  23. IC: Uraborask & Skrillix (The Fau Marshes) It took a days worth of travel till Uraborask lost sight of the Rig and the coastline and till he genuinely entered the vast desert wastes of the North. It took Uraborask another three days till at last he saw the first traces of marshland, with the occasional once of crab grass and sodden, sandy pools of water being forbearers to the thick ruts and pits of mud and foul liquid and vast fields of mixed grasses and shrubbery. For those days of travels, Uraborask had to often stop and allow the young Hapaka that sat next to him to..Relieve itself, and to burn off all the built up energy that slowly grew inside of Skrillix. With these stops, came Uraborask working as hard as he could to train the Rahi. When Uraborask first made his attempts at training the Hapaka, the beastial Skakdi had to more than on one occasion chase after Skrillix as their attention was taken by whatever small Rahi that strayed to close. Although many of those times, Uraborask ended up with some fresh meat, it was still an exhausting effort that egged on Uraborask's patience, but the soft, friendly face of Skrillix helped to relax his nerves. By the end of his trip, Uraborask managed to make in some regards headway. Although Skrillix still understand most complex commands and still occasionally chased off on her own, Uraborask was at least able to teach the Hapaka the basics of stay, fetch, come, and follow. At least that was one once of good that Uraborask had while on his trip, as bad news struck him from the radio halfway through his trip. Climbing back into his truck just after a brief rest stop and training session, Uraborask turned on the rig only for the radio to come to life and a familiar force to blare out of it. * H..Hey there everyone...It is once again I..The Gadunka! To all those who...Survived, my deepest condolences you sorry, sodden, skaks, for it is with grave news that I must tell you all...That the Rig is gone. Destroyed, devastated, demolished, gone to the sea. * At the mention of the Rig's destruction, Uraborask couldn't help but have his intrigue be peaked as he turned up the volume to listen as intently as he could. * To those who were there, I guess there's no need in retellin' it, but to those who haven't...Well, it first came with a rain like bullets and a wind like buzzsaws. The sky was blacker than motor oil and the waters were rougher than a stand-up Skakdi comedian. At first, from my off shore radio party barge, I thought it was some freak storm, you know, those that come by every once and a while. Well, this was somethin' else. * Uraborask didn't get much farther from when he first got into the truck, has his foot had left the accelerator and he was now just stopped in the middle of the wastes. * You all remember that roar that came out from down South a few days ago, well...It turns out that it was somethin' else, a Tahtorak. And this one was truly fierce... * A long silence took hold of the radio as the radio static started to build, Uraborask nearly beating the truck radio into working again when the deep shallow breathe of the radio host came out of the speakers again. * ...Listen, I'm not goin' to sugar coat it, I'm goin' to give it sober. The best thin' every last one of you can do at this point is to either get a boat and sail as far away from this island as you can. If you're lucky, you're either only die at sea or find a deserted island to starve to death on. If not that, then head as inland as far as you can and get as high up as you can. Maybe the thing will take it's time sinkin' the island. Honestly, the luckiest thing that we can hope for is that this beast is Nektann's...And that Nektann is willin' to simply enslave the rest of us rather than kill us... * Another long silence came about, but this one was briefer than the last before the Gadunka spoke again. * ...I'll stick around on the shores for a few more days, to gather whatever I can and report what I can, but don't expect much good news from here on out. Well, good luck survivors, this has been the Gadunka and formerly RRN, Rigger's Radio Network, signin' off for perhaps the last time my beloved followers, maybe next time. * For several moments, Uraborask sat back onto his seat, Skrillix seemingly taking notice of his soured mood before trying to comfort him. Uraborask, pushed away the slobbering Hapaka before he started the truck again, silencing the radio and the music that came blaring out of it. Driving once again, and Skrillix curling up in their seat, Uraborask was left with his thoughts. Uraborask didn't care that the Rig was gone, that wasn't what bothered him...What bothered him was the potential that his shack, his home, had been damaged if not destroyed by the monster. Even though Uraborask's shack was far from the Rig itself, he still couldn't be certain and hated the thought of all of his trophies and treasure being destroyed. But that thought, that thought only fueled a far more ambitious idea in Uraborask's mind. The idea, of the ultimate hunt. Uraborask knew he couldn't kill that thing as is, he was going to need something bigger, something deadlier, something that could kill a monster beyond measure. But that was a hunt all in its own that was going to happen later. Maybe if he was lucky, that measly, craving, skakdi had died in the storm. "Oh well, hopefully I don't die in the Fau Swamp before I can find out." OOC: To anyone with access to a radio, The Gadunka sends his best wishes.
  24. IC: Drukarus (Irrnak's Tooth) “I play music, I also light explosives and run when we’re out of fuse cables." Drukarus let out a silent, soft gruff tone at the last portion before speaking up. "Well then...looking around, it seems the Warskak is entertaining themselves fine enough...and I have need of your services," Turning his head, Drukarus looked towards Barius before continuing, "Barius, if I may...I would like to relieve myself of your presence and take this...Grime with me. I desire to learn what I can from them...So please, may I be excused...Warchief Barius?" OOC: @Burnmad @Unreliable Narrator IC: Apex (The Grand Temple Ruins) Examining the text, concepts and ideas made their way back into Apex's consciousness, things that Apex had once forgotten but now returned themselves to her like Mahi being herded by a Hapaka into their pen. Xa-Katu, Apex remembered this one, yet she still did not remember much, she did not remember if she met this one, or if she came after, whether they were young or old in relations to herself, but it did not matter. The text, left here, written in the language of their kin, it was a trove of knowledge...But it was incomplete. As Apex made her way to the end of the darkly scrawled floor, she was left agitated and annoyed, that such a font of information had been cut off from her. "No, NO! There is more, this temple, it is grand, great, vast. Deep within it's depth the knowledge lies for sure, but is it within this chamber, behind the blockade or simply in another room. I must find it, I MUST!" Whirling around, Apex made her way out of the room, but not before tossing the detritus she had moved back across the floor. No sense in giving the younger one a chance to steal what she worked for. Leaving the right-most chamber, Apex returned to the main, briefly noting the lack of both Morangad and the void-touched Toa, Apex made for the left-most chamber, the one she had told Morangad to take. OOC: @Burnmad @Eyru @Nato the Traveler @Unreliable Narrator Note, Apex is taking the corridor that Taja went down into, not the one Morangad went down to. Apex told Morangad to take the left one.
  25. IC: Drukarus (Irrnak's Tooth) "A god is merely what we call the most powerful class of beings known to us. If you doubt their existence, you have made the mistake of setting your sights too high." As Drukarus listened to the words of Barius and absorbed all that he said, a stray thought began to lurk upon the back of the elderly Skakdi's mind. Perhaps, just maybe, there was some greater merit among these off-shoot of his own people. Perhaps they are capable of greater society and philosophy. That thought was shattered upon what he saw next... Upon seeing the Matoran supposedly named Grime step forwards, Drukarus could not help but internally cringe at what he saw, although his current stoic expression did not shift in inch at the sight. Obviously the Matoran before him had been abused, both verbally and physically, leaving nothing but a timid shell. Drukarus did not think that slavery was an abhorrent practice, he understood its necessity and value, but he did not approve of the senseless abuse inherent to those subject to it. Stepping off of the rig alongside Barius, Drukarus made his way around and approached the meek Matoran, them obviously cringing for a brief moment as Drukarus planted himself directly in front of the Matoran before crouching down onto one knee. Up close, Drukarus could see the faintest hints of former injuries, chips and cracks pocked through the Matoran's frame and Kanohi. A sorry sight he noted to himself as he inspected Grime. Deep within Drukarus, a simmering fire burned, one that Drukarus only quelled because he knew that now was neither the time nor the place to speak his mind, now was the time to make an impression. Standing back up, Drukarus stared down towards Grime before he at last spoke. "Tell me Matoran, what is your purpose amongst the Warskak?..Why is it that you are able to stand before me?" OOC: @Burnmad @Unreliable Narrator IC: Zak-Yak (Outside the Fire Ruins) Looking back and forth, listening as Providence and Cravious spoke, Zak-Yak was filled with uncertainty at the situation at hand. Zak-Yak knew his goal, it was to become blessed, to be desecrated, to be able to be powerful. But now, a thought nestled its way into Zak-Yak's mind, for never before did Zak-Yak think he would had to choose who would desecrate him. Zak-Yak had always assumed that he would simply find an Aspect and from there it would all work out, but now, Zak-Yak was unsure. "What Zak-Yak do now? Varian Master has always been good to Zak-Yak, and Providence Aspect is helping Zak-Yak. But Aspect Providence lied to us, didn't tell us that he could have blessed us. And we are being offered blessing now, we would need to do nothing else. But white Skakdi hurt Zak-Yak, broke Master's Talons. Skakdi always mean to Zak-Yak, everyone mean to Zak-Yak, but not Varian Master and Providence Aspect. But Providence is friends with the blue one, the blue one tried to kill us also. And Master Varian hasn't given us blessing, he even tried to leave us back in Mesi cave." Shaking his consciousness into a singular train of thought, Zak-Yak readied himself to do as he needed. At this moment, Zak-Yak knew what he needed to do. Stepping forwards from behind Varian's leg, Zak-Yak spoke up. "Zak-Yak will have Heartlight, Zak-Yak will have blessing. If deal you want, deal Zak-Yak make. Zak-Yak help Whira Aspect grow strong...But Zak-Yak serves Varian Master, friend of Providence Aspect. So no, Zak-Yak not have Whira's Aspect blessing, Zak-Yak gets Providence's Aspect blessing. OOC: @Burnmad @~Xemnas~ @Snelly @Kal the Guardian @Vezok's Friend
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