The Dark Chronicler

IC: Kirgon Some see the world as a glass half full, others as a glass half empty. Me? Well, I’m the guy who drank the other half of the glass. The name’s Kirgon, nice to meet you. Well, nice so long as you plan on keeping your trap shut and not causing any trouble. Not so nice if you turn out to annoy me. Then I’ll shoot you in the face. You probably wouldn't like that, would you? Didn't think so. Let that be a warning to you then, if you like your face being in a single piece, then know when to fold 'em and back down. You don't think I can back up my warning? Oh really now? I'm the best shot on the island, a master marksman the likes of which even a Toa wearing a Sanok can only dream of reaching. When I point my weapon your way, you are going to die. These disks have been sharpened to have such a bladed edge that if I fired down, it could slice the island in half. No, I'm not going to demonstrate. I like this island. What? You think I'm exaggerating? Drunk? No. I've been sober for far too long, haven't touched a drink in months. It's taught me something, y'know? A really important lesson in the working of this world. People are happiest when they're drunk. All it takes is some drink to instantly make the world seem not as terrible. Why I gave it up, I'll never know. I don't really care either. I took to the streets for one reason and I meant to go through with it. I needed a -Censored- drink. OOC: Kirgon open for interaction!

IC: Drome This was going to turn out just like how we reached Ga-Koro again, wasn't it? Just randomly wander and find the wrong village. Kadon had as much map sense as a drunken blind Brakas. Next stop, probably the inside of a volcano. OOC: Drome to Po-Wahi

I'm sure almost everyone has RPed alongside one of your characters at one point, Hubert. It means we all know how awesome you are. Congratulations on being the single most postful poster to ever post a post!

IC: Virthee Regardless of where he traveled,from the underground marvels to the magnificent desert, he always found himself eventually returning to the jungle. It was funny, perhaps. If any Koro should call to him, one would think it would be Ta-Koro. But there was something about the trees, the life scattered around him. This place wasn't burnt, it wasn't dead. It was alive, living and thriving. The forest didn't notice the passing of time, it barely even noticed the individuals who traveled it, so great and so at peace with itself. That was something everyone could strive for, the ability to look back at the past and not worry about failures. Virthee knew he had far too many, and accepting them was the hardest thing he could ever hope to accomplish. Three who lost their way, and a fourth he wasn't aware of. How did they fare? Had they too followed in the path of their oldest sibling? Hearing the sound of someone walking behind him, the Turaga rose and turned. There was a Toa, dressed in armor of rusted orange, the color standing strongly against the greenery. Raising his full-gingered hand in greeting, Virthee spoke. "Oh, hello there." OOC: Hi Stronin!

IC: Larvi Well, hopefully that Turaga was just insane. If he wasn't, then there probably wasn't anything any of them could do about it anyway. If a whole village had fallen, what good could a small group do anyway? Die probably. That was about it. "So, uh... where are we-er, you all going?"

Wait, I'm reminiscing too! Where's my cutting down to size? Also, I still have a doctor Turaga I haven't put into play if anyone wants a travelling healer.

IC: Thedar Chronn Every single day was another miserable pit of wasted breath and suffering. Where was the bloodshed, the crying out in agony? Where were the dead who needed to be avenged? Where were the killers whose blood needed to spill and whose heads needed severance? Nothing, no jobs at all, only the occasional idiot seeking justice for something as unimportant and quaint as theft. There was nothing to do at home, no one to torture, no limbs to be severed. It was the most boring and miserable excuse for a city I had ever seen these days. Where were the days when the dead lay in the streets? Where the murderers were everywhere and so arrogant they would leave the bodies in my home? That was why I was here. it was the first time in countless years that I had been able to get away from the underground. I had almost forgotten what the sky looked like. How big, how blue, how unimpressive. But Ga-Wahi itself, there was a reason that a painting of its glory adorned my wall. Well, had. Until it was set afire and destroyed by a meddlesome assassin. It needed to be replaced, but I hadn't had time to do such until this despair-inducing fall in all things homicide. Perhaps after this I should pull out the old knife... No, not now. that would wait. For the moment the peace was tolerable, but I had this gut feeling that something would happen soon enough to twist my life back into the ways it had been before. Hopefully that meant an increase in murders and not... something far worse that did not need mentioned. So for now, I would continue to take in the scenery as I placed paint down upon the canvas. The peacefulness was quite calming, though I knew all the same that it wasn't my style. I was designed to be in the world of suspense and danger. This was just a temporary reprieve.

Hahaha. Those old days were awesome. Thedar Chronn and his trusty employees, Arkrak and Incommodo. Those were days I'll long remember. Probably because i was the guy who had to find several dozen different levels of angry for Chronn. I should really bring Chronn back, he was a lot of fun. I never got to do much with the slightly more humble Chronn left after being nearly assassinated.

IC: Drome Watching Kadon go down was hilarious. In trying to outsmart me, he had gotten outsmarted by momentum. All it took was a little Drome rotational ingenuity to bring even the sparkiest of thunderbolts down to mere static. Now we were both in pain. Now we were both in pain. Karz it. I didn't want to go back to any hospitals this quickly. Seeing the offer that had presented itself, I decided to take it. I could lord it over Kadon later. As soon as he took a blow, he was already ready to fold under compromise. "Yeah. Truce."

IC: Larvi They certainly seemed to know quite a bit about Ko-Koro, and they clearly seemed to think that it was more than well prepared enough. Plus, not going had gotten the single most terrifying person in the group to leave, so... yay? I too followed after Lain's lead, not exactly sure why it was I was going with them in the first place. Then I looked back at Ash. No. No no no. Suddenly I didn't feel quite as uneasy following.

IC: Drome Was it terrible? Yes. Was it really one of my worst? Hah, Kadon should have known better. I had far worse than that in store, and I was going to shout them all as i was kicking his butt halfway across the island. "It's because of too much exposure to you! You drain the intellect of those around you to bring them down to your level!" Then my mace struck his sickle. Ugh, he's slowed himself down to throw me off.... is what I wanted to shout, but I was too busy being shocked by the electricity. With the shock through my limbs, my muscles stiffened, my grip locked, and I was no longer able to steer myself. Pulled by my momentum, I swung around again, falling on my side. "Graaaagleglegle!" If Kadon was still moving forward, he would likely found the mace no longer swinging from the side, but instead now flailing over my collapsing form, heading forward at... about face height. EAT MY MACE YOU PATHETIC SPARK BUG!

IC: Drome So Kadon was charging me. He did remember why he usually fought at a range against me, right? I was stronger than he was. I had a longer reach than he did. And I had a longer weapon than he did. So uh... I guess he wanted me to hurt him? Whatever. Point was, I was already pulling back my mace, ready to swing it into the oncoming Toa with the force of at least four and a half Tarakava punches. I wanted to see if a Toa of lightning could fly. "The orange may be rotten, but the blueberries are about to be HALF OFF FOR BEING DAMAGED FOOD THAT NEEDS TO SELL FAST!"

IC: Larvi "Uh, Ko-Koro is a village here, right? If it was... under attack, wouldn't there be, um, some news of it? I don't know..." I spoke, trying to get the world out. I personally leaned towards the 'old man is a raving nutcase' side of the question myself. And either way, Makuta worshipers just screamed evil cult. I really didn't want to deal with evil cults. They do stuff like sacrifice you to volcanoes or eat your organs. "I'm uh... with Ash here."

IC: Larvi Okay, the threats were unnerving, but now? Mincing people?! What had I gotten myself into who were these people were they going to hurt me how could I get out of here help me. It was times like these that made me wish I had never gotten out of bed in the morning.

IC: Drome When your enemy evades an attack and shoots lightning at you, what do you do? Did you say evade? WRONG! What you do is stab your mace into the ground and lightning rod the Karz of of that lightning. That, and make sure you jump, otherwise you might get shocked instead. That is the Drome technique of sheer and utter brilliance... I really should have done that instead of just evading. All I needed to do was to outplan Kadon and lure him into a trap. Bah I didn't have time for that! If a sonic blast wasn't going to work, maybe a sonic burst would. "grrraaaAAAAAAAAHHHHHH" I bellowed, amping the sound up to painful levels. "CAN YOU HEAR IT KADON!?"

I don't know if they would get along very well. Virthee's a bit of a serious fellow to be honest. He usually just goes silent if he's not sure what to say or reply to something. XD

IC: Larvi So now the choices were to follow, or stay behind with the old loon. Wait, there was only one choice there. Trying to calm myself down and prevent any more irritated outbursts, I hunkered my head low and followed after Lain. I wanted to say that I didn't normally shout at people like that, but... I wasn't certain if that would make things better or worse. This day was already embarrassing enough as it was, I didn't really want to add more to it. "O-okay."

Sad to see you stepping down, Nuju, but at the same time congratulations Tyler. Did I mention you're my favorite now that you're the one in power? On another note, anyone have need of a doctor? I've got a Turaga to unleash on the island and I'm not quite sure where to send him.

IC: Drome As the thunderous bolt of sparking pain struck me, I couldn't help but smirk. So that was his game plan, eh? Well then, I guessed it was time for me to show him why I was the leader of this caustic alliance. Truces were the stupidest thing ever invented. Maybe it was the adrenaline, or perhaps it was the purest form of fighting spirit echoing out through my body, I took the bolt without falling down. Sure it hurt like Karz, but right now I could use a little Karz. "Ahaha." I laughed, the pain slightly noticeable on my voice. "Missed me." With that I let loose a sonic blast directly at my foe, ready to pay back his pain with an extra helping of pain with a side-order of pain, and for desert? Agony! "THIS IS FOR TAKING MY TREE!"

IC: Drome Po-Wahi was probably the closest to being easy to hide out in that I could think of, seeing that it wasn't Ga-Wahi and most certainly not Le-Wahi. And what did those two have in common? Humidity. Po-Koro was probably the least-humid location on the island, therefore making it the ultimate change of pace. Also, I was getting really really sick of the salty air, it was like breathing a pretzel. "Po-Koro sounds good enough to me." Normally this would be the point where I would write down a few notes into my book, possibly a few ideas based on the current situation. But... I couldn't think of how to write it. There wasn't a single punch, no action-y phrases. And worst of all, no victory over Kadon to record within my ever-growing list of successful battles. Nothing, nothing at all to instill words. When I was in the hospital, I hadn't had this problem. I had refined most of my first three books into a pretty great form, if I do say so myself. There wasn't anything then, but I had no problem writing. Without any fighting... I didn't know what to write. My muse was gone. If I wanted to keep writing, I had to have an enemy, someone to instill the blame of my suffering upon. Throughout most of my books, it had been Kadon. But... I had nothing. Maybe I could try to market my books, pay off my debt with what I did best? Punch things then write about how awesomely I did it? Too risky. I'd have to put my name on it, then the hospital could find me or worse... steal my infinite profits. This was going to kill me. But, if it did, I'd make sure Kadon died first.

IC: Larvi "That why you're bugging us? Lonely old geezer who can't find any other way to entertain himself besides harassing people spouting nonsense? How sad, I almost feel like giving a karz." Okay, maaaaaybe i meant to say that one out loud. But seriously, it wasn't even my fault anymore.

IC: Larvi Snap. I was getting really frustrated with this Turaga. Every single thing he did and said seemed to be intentionally planned out for complete nonsense. It was like trying to have a conversation with a person who was suffering mad delusions, only at least those people weren't doing it intentionally. I always go out of my way to keep as calm as I can, but this Karzing Karz of a Karz was really pushing my patience far beyond the breaking point. I could deal with being dragged around, I could deal with being pulled into all sorts of misadventure. But this? No. "Why don't you just go find somewhere to rot away, you ancient Karz. Looks like you're already mostly there anyway." WHY DID I JUST SAY THAT OUT LOUD!?