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Wow, that's impressive - both in the precise recreation of the proportions/scale of the in-game screenshots, and just how many of them you made. That's an army!
I always loved these little items in the game and wondered if somebody would make them. They're really the perfect item from that era to bring into full-scale reality. I'm still shocked by how much they look exactly how you would imagine they would from playing the game. Kudos for the commitment to improving them through iteration - and sharing your work with a tutorial.
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5 hours ago, Ray1234 said:
I dont have access to the spreadsheet can you help me please
thank you God blessThat's not necessary anymore due to some technical advances. I updated the account registration instructions.
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skrall fam, we're so back
(for real this time!)
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IC: (Bone Hunter Stronghold)
The Bone Hunters’ Stronghold. It was, in some ways, what one might expect from such savage residents; there was a crude quality to the workmanship, its stone walls and wrought iron gates clearly made more for function than form. Still, there was a rather intimidating quality to all those sharp edges, and to the scale of it all; the walls and gates were tall, looming things, all the better to prevent slaves from escaping (and, perhaps, to prevent outsiders from getting too close a look inside). A great stone tower stood even taller than the walls – some kind of watchtower, no doubt, given its height – but its central position was more reminiscent of a prison than a fortress. Through the gates, guards could be seen patrolling on Rock Steeds, some of them bearing strange mechanical augmentations; at the entrance itself, there were two guards visible on foot, and more behind crude parapets. It was one of these who spoke as the caravan came within earshot, his voice made unnaturally loud by some unseen augmentation.
“Halt!” Fero cried. “State your business, Skrall.”
He spat the word with venom, another reminder of the tenuous relationship between the two offshoots of the so-called ‘Rock Tribe.’
“Barter” shouted Atakus. The tone was stale and sharp - speaking to a misbehaving animal would have warranted more emotion. The agori, who had stood up from his seat at the carriage, turned over his shoulder to look at the caravan. Two skrall [Corv / Oncertainty] had dismounted immediately to provide a defense for any lurking threats. Others, naturally, were still guarding the prisoner. The one most aware of the dangers of the southern lands, however, had yet to make a move.
“Just because you’ve seen this before doesn’t mean you can sit idle,” Atakus sneered, keeping his voice too low for the Bone Hunters to hear. “Get the prisoner on his feet.”
"Time to move, then." Skrall stood, and grabbed the prisoner firmly by the shoulder. This still didn't sit right with him, but the prisoner's initial resistance instilled some hope; Bone Hunters were used to receiving husks, not true Skrall. Perhaps the barbarians were biting off more than they could chew.
At first, Skrall was relaxed but firm, as if trying to shrug off the larger Skrall’s pulling and shoving. He unwillingly disembarked the cart, falling helmet first into the sand. As he was yanked upright and paraded to the front of the procession, the surrounding Skrall could see him shivering.
After hours of empty horizon outside his cramped cage, there was no more barrier between the apostate and his fate. Surrounded by infinitely stretching death, and overlooked by a barbaric temple. Even the dunes had eyes. The Skrall could see that their brother was no longer silent out of spite, but fear.
Atakus cleared his throat, as if annoyed at how slow this was going. Couldn’t this slave hurry up? Delaying was futile.
“In exchange for this prisoner’s blood and sweat, the Great Tirveus, Imperator of the Black Legion, will accept safe passage and fresh provisions for his envoys.”
Subtle.
Fero emerged from behind the parapets, examining the prisoner from above. He waved to someone out of sight, and the gate rose.
"Have your men bring in the merchandise for inspection, and we'll see what it's worth. You and I have business to discuss."
Atakus raised an eyebrow. This truly was a day for firsts. He sat back down and cracked the whip against the spikit’s carapace. The cart rolled past the gate, turning towards the hideout’s ramshackle excuse for a stable. It wasn’t hard to find - the stench was unmistakable.
Within the gates, the convoy was greeted by a bustling marketplace – stalls with various supplies, where Agori bartered and argued with one another in order to get the best deals they could. Only occasionally did their haggling involve blades. In the city of thieves, commerce was thriving and everything was for sale.
There was no uniformity here – every stall, every seller was unique. It was a far cry from the strictly organised military rations of the North, a perfect and immediate encapsulation of the strange economy of the Wastelands. Indeed, the only real difference between this and any other southern market was the goods on display – the black market of Spice and slaves, so well-hidden in the rest of the south, was on full display here, almost a point of pride. The Gatherers were not Skrall, but nor were they some typical southern Tribe, and they aimed to alienate both in turn.
It was challenging to steer the Spikit carts away from the wet market. The onlookers refused to step near the Skrall entourage, likely to avoid the beast’s ravenous appetites moreso than the soldiers. It occurred to Atakus that many of these scavengers had picked similar caravans clean. He tried to avoid thinking about how the legion’s property would be parked in such a neighborhood.
Once the beasts had been tied off near the most rancid trough of slop, Atakus climbed down from the carts. This “business” the gatekeeper spoke of was a surprise to the Skrall leader’s servant. The prospect of the plan changing kept him on edge, and he already hated being here.
“You,” the shrewd agori ordered, pointing towards Skrall. The sand beneath the prisoner Skrall was holding was wet. “You know what supplies we will need for these southern deserts. Get them from the market while I finish our business here.”
Skrall nodded, his face a mask; better not to show the relief he felt at being spared the handover process. Let some other fool bring the prisoner to meet his fate.
“I’ll need a fighter to escort the slave with me for the negotiations,” Atakus sneered, refusing to pick his bodyguard specifically. They were interchangeable anyways. Without skipping a beat, he began to march to the inner wall, where Fero waited in the shade.
OOC: hey @Vezok's Friend @Toru Nui @oncertainty @Burnmad @Nato G et. skral., prisoner escort duty up for grabs, winner takes skrall. Feel free to explore
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IC: Nichou [Po-Wahi, Desert Trail]
The Onu-Matoran gave Sigrus an appreciative nod. That former navigator knew how to steer a conversation towards the key points that actually mattered.
Nichou himself didn't have anything else to contribute until the musician spoke.
"Now we're talking -" he exclaimed. "This island has never been lacking in mysteries. Perhaps finding them went out of fashion when it was no longer a necessity, but they've always been out there."
"Kini-Nui? Been done. The temples of the principles? Those were sought out and picked clean long ago. But what other structures could have the same history to them? Even the oldest buildings in each Koro, like the Sanctum or Po-Koros walls, have changed immensely over the years."
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On 8/20/2023 at 9:33 PM, EmperorWhenua said:
IC Umbraline Yumiwa | The Yukanna
"Maru, your apologies, well-intentioned as they are, are of no use to me,"
On 8/26/2023 at 3:17 PM, Vezok's Friend said:IC: [Leah - Ga-Koro harbor, aboard the Yukanna]
There was a brief moment where their eyes met across Yumiwa’s shoulder. And the wyvern found that behind the current pain, there was a storm looking back at her, kept in check until the time was right to unleash it upon those deserving of its fury.
Just then, Zafin took a step forward, a brief glance from the empress to the Toa, before settling on speaking instead of ideatalk for the benefit of the Maru.
“Apologies for the interruption, your majesty, but Toa Maru Korero is asking for permission to come aboard.”
IC: Long Dihunai [Ga-Koro, The Yukanna]
Through the briefest of glances, the warrior could tell that her distaste for the Maru's initial apology was more obvious than she thought. Was this a lapse in self control? Dihunai would have to examine that later. If she had developed a 'tell' that was so apparent to a foreigner, then perhaps the voyage had dulled her defenses. A concerning thought given her history.
"Maru, your apologies, well-intentioned as they are, are of no use to me..." Yumiwa began, causing the Tajaar behind her to metaphorically blink yet again. Assessing and prioritizing based purely on how to move forward instead of lingering on the past... this wasn't the overwhelmed Menti that Dihunai had seen panicking in the bulkheads of the ship earlier that day.
Even if this Toa had failed to prevent the calamity, Yumiwa using her to gather information was an effective plan. It lacked oversight from Kentokan parties - too much trust, too little verification for Dihunai's taste - but given the circumstances, that risk was Yumiwa's to accept. Dihunai was oddly satisfied by the outcome of this meeting so far.
Her gaze shifted to the next stranger. He seemed greener than his teammate, in multiple respects.
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IC: Nichou [Po-Wahi, Desert Trail]
"Last time I talked with him was right after he fought at Ko-Koro," Nichou responded. "Needless to say, those three questions weren't on his mind," the tradesman continued before a momentary pause. "At least - he never brought up anything of the sort."
"We mostly talked about you being dead and how he never found your grave afterwards. He also mentioned some kind of 'Keeping Place'-" Nichou made quotes in the air with his fingers for effect "-underneath Kini-Nui where he likes to meditate. Apparently it's a big secret and even the other Maru don't go there - he didn't go into much detail about where it was or what it was 'keeping' - maybe they trapped Makuta in there?"
OOC: @BBBBalta Lekua might recognize some key words from here
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IC: Nichou [Po-Wahi, Desert Trail]
"The 'why' will only take you so far."
He paused for a moment, looking down from the cloudless sky to look member of the group in the optics. On reflection, it was a very un-Nichou-like thing to say, so he took the time to explain it. Perhaps as much to explain it to himself as to them.
"I've had a lot of time to think about the 'why' while you were dead - or, wherever you were," the Onu-Matoran continued. It was tempting to get sidetracked with how little they knew about what happened do Aurax, but Nichou maintained course. "Why some of us in the Companions were 'chosen'. Why you were the one who died. Why Lepidran didn't become a Toa, and why Stannis did."
"It's not worth it. Too... abstract. Does Mata Nui need to give a reason? If he did, would we even be able to understand it?"
Nichou paused, simultaneously for effect and to form his words. It was the same as if he took a chisel to a slab of marble in Po-Koro: visualizing the carve he needed to make to reveal the statue it would become. Measure twice, speak once.
He had slowed down for a moment physically as well. He put his hand on Aurax's shoulder and looked him in the optics.
"I've always wanted to understand why these things happen - that urge is why I joined up back in the day - but it took me years to accept that I didn't need to understand the 'why' to appreciate the 'now'. You don't need to understand your reincarnation to take advantage of it."
Nichou let go and continued to walk, readjusting his pack on his shoulders by pulling the straps. The pace picked up again.
"We should also consider that Makuta's return might make as little sense to him or his forces as your return does to us. That new lands opening up is neither good nor bad, but what we make of it. Regardless of why it's happening now. That's not to say we shouldn't be searching - if we can understand more of the 'how', it could help the heroes who will be doing the fighting."
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23 hours ago, ~Xemnas~ said:
IC, Aurax: Po-Wahi
"Say, Nichou, if my house has been demolished while I've been gone, do you think you could design me a new place to live?" Aurax said this with a slight joking tone, trying to bring a little humor back to the conversation.
IC: Nichou [Po-Wahi, Desert Trail]
"Certainly*," Nichou shot back with a different, slyer intonation. "*provided enough widgets are involved, of course."
Joking aside, he brought the tone back down to earth.
"Perhaps it's a little early to start checking real estate trends. Not to mention - you don't strike me as someone who's going to settle down somewhere any time soon."
Nichou kicked a slight outcropping of sand, the dust scattering as it fell. Their footprints would be swept away just as easily by the whims of nature.
"Then again, stranger things have happened; supposedly Lepidran is still cataloguing bugs somewhere in the jungle. Atiel must have settled down at some point, too - I never caught wind of what he or Dece did after we split up. They could be anywhere. Now that travel between and outside of the Koros is less dangerous, the island feels so much bigger than back during The War."
"Maybe that's just because I've seen more of it now. Enough to understand how much I don't understand."
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IC: Kihr [Burning Steppes, Outskirts]
Kihr hadn't turned to watch Rezena approach. From his perch on the berm, he puffed his cigar while the Kaiakan introduced herself to the other team members. His mechanical breathing continued along at its undisturbed rhythm.
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On 7/21/2023 at 1:49 AM, ~Xemnas~ said:
IC, Aurax: Forsi
Aurax looked at his companions, then began to walk forward, in the direction of Po-Koro, his old home. He wasn't sure what exactly awaited him there, if anything at all.
He glanced back and spoke up. "So, what other changes have happened on the island? Besides the train, anyway."
IC: Nichou [Forsi]
The Onu-Matoran was glad he had tinted lenses for his Kanohi - even with them protecting his optics the light was on the edge of unbearable. His gaze had been at the sandy dirt underfoot. Nichou still wasn't quite sure what to think of this whole 'resurrection' business. He had been quiet for some time until now
"After the Turaga were killed, Makuta was defeated, and the Akiri had stepped up to lead, things got tense for a bit. Lot of damage to repair. Po-Koro turned inwards to heal and rebuild - made itself hard to find. There were some strange attacks going on all over the island, even with Makuta gone. Was getting scary - but the bigshots eventually put aside their differences and things cooled down."
"And then... well... Matoro was killed and Ko got taken over by cultists and scoundrels. Last major gee-oh-pol-iti-kal thing that happened was when the Maru liberated the city. Not everyone made it though..."
Refocus. It's all about perspective. Nichou thought back to the bitter-sweetness of sunset.
"Quite the mess to clean up. So my point is - that's how I wound up getting into architecture."
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IC: Long Dihunai [Ga-Koro, The Yukanna]
Though Dihunai held the right to speak, she knew this was not the time. With great restraint, she avoided pointing out what Yumiwa had neglected to mention. Dihunai didn't offer the correction that there were free Dasaka on mount Koshiki, who did not submit to imperial law. Dihunai didn't point out that her fellow monks were the first that the monsters began to purge, nor that these aliens had begun corrupting the dragons.
Corrupted by an evil force unleashed by... the foreign 'Dashi' and Yumiwa's uncle? (What???)
This Toa's “I’m sorry,” didn't cut it for Dihunai. The warrior said nothing, but the swirling red and violet aura around her spoke volumes to Leah's Ruhaku.
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^ yeah this isn't a question for BZPower, that lego universe server is just an unofficial thing that I posted on this forum a while ago. Any support should go in that topic or its associated discord server where support is more rapid. Thanks @Valendale for pointing them in the right direction
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On 5/9/2023 at 4:41 PM, a goose said:
IC: Skrall (The Prison Wagon)
"My comrades weren't killed by witchcraft or hardship. They were killed by Skrall superiority. And if you keep thinking it's treason to admit we aren't invulnerable, you won't last very long in the Wastelands."
OOC: I was hoping that becoming BZPRPG staff would not teach me the habit of perpetually postponing so many posts... and yet...
IC: Skrall [Trail, Roxtus ->Bone Hunter Stronghold, Lead Cart]
Skrall had been content to let the nosy Skrall do all the talking. The story, far from the blunder Skrall had presumed,it would be, actually wound up having useful information for his new fate. He tried his best to not show it, but he was listening throughout.
IC: Atakus [Trail, Roxtus ->Bone Hunter Stronghold, Lead Cart]
"Skrall are not invulnerable," the chariot-driving agori shouted above the rattling wheels. "It is possible to have a lapse in judgement, such as spending more time trading in rumor than in minding your station."
"I had expected our navigator of these wastes to point out that we are nearing our first destination."
He pointed at a mesa to their east, and with a few whips of the Spikit, motivated them to increase their pace as he guided them towards the Bone hunter stronghold. The dunes grew in size further from the sandy riverbed. As if they had entered churning tidewaters instead of a calm lake.
OOC: The important thing is: we're so back. I love all these posts, but let's actually have worlds collide here soon.
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On 4/23/2023 at 5:29 PM, Vezok's Friend said:
IC/ Skrall/ Caravan
“Facts, then: How did they die? What wounds did they suffer, if any - and from what weapon, if you know?”
IC: Skrall [Trail, Roxtus ->Bone Hunter Stronghold, Lead Cart]
"Quickly. Slashed all over - some more than others. Only Skrall blood was spilled - and the ambushers left none of their weaponry behind."
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IC: Skrall [Trail, Roxtus ->Bone Hunter Stronghold]
"My honor and life are forfeit. Your beliefs are not my concern."
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IC: Skrall [Trail, Roxtus ->Bone Hunter Stronghold]
"If these details were known, perhaps I would not have to suffer this interrogation," Skrall retorted. "Alas..."
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IC: Skrall [Trail, Roxtus ->Bone Hunter Stronghold]
"They did not listen, and neither will you," Skrall repeated, somehow bored of the only conversation that had broken the monotony of the bumpy excursion.
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IC: Skrall [Trail, Roxtus ->Bone Hunter Stronghold]
"Silent death," Skrall muttered. He squinted at the sky. Was that a cloud or - no, a moon. He spoke out of boredom, rather matter-of-fact for what may have been his most traumatizing memory.
"Long range rearguard patrol. No enemy for days upon days. Go a ways away to take a #### while Skrall sets up camp. Hear commotion. Run back. Everyone dead."
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IC: Skrall [Trail, Roxtus ->Bone Hunter Stronghold]
Skrall scoffed, not giving the captor the satisfaction of looking him in the eye. He was focused on the cloudless blue above them.
"There is no 'why' - they did not listen, and neither will you. There is no act you speak of, no choice was made. I have no answer."
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On 3/20/2023 at 7:11 PM, Vezok's Friend said:
IC/ Skrall/ Roxtus/ Stables/
Skrall only acknowledged the little speech with the barest of glances. Her attention was firmly on securing their cargo still. She tied his wrists firmly behind his back, cut the rope and then did the same to his ankles, with slack enough to walk almost as normal - but not enough to run. If you couldn’t run in the wastes, you’d be dead.
Once the restraints were in place, she first removed her grappling line, then pulled him up by the shoulders from down prone, to kneeling. She indicated the wagons.
“Get up. Get in.”
IC: Skrall [Roxtus, Stables]
Skrall didn't win battles by not fighting them, and he didn't lose campaigns by the result of a single skirmish. He resigned himself to another day, with his last act of defiance being spitting on the ground as he was lifted to his knees.
Straining against the shackles, Skrall lifted himself into the cart. It was a nontrivial task, given he had been deprived of his full free range of motion. The sooner they got underway, the sooner opportunities would present themselves, and he could begin the next phase.
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17 hours ago, Snelly said:
IC: Hakari - Forsi, Papa Podu's -
"I'm not too sure. If I was by myself I would just run straight towards Po-koro using my mask power." She tapped the golden Kakama on her face. "Not really an option as a group though."
IC: Nichou [Forsi, Papa Podu's]
"Yeahhhh," Nichou agreed, trying to guide the conversation back to the two wayfinders among them. "So - Sigrus, weren't you navigating for ships? Do you even know the land routes?"
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On 3/4/2023 at 7:47 PM, Vezok's Friend said:
IC/ Skrall/ Roxtus/ Stables/
Skrall had watched the scene unfold from her spot behind and to the side of the confrontation, half obscured by the wagon she’d helped to load. When it became clear their cargo was committed to being unreasonable, she stepped away from the cart, just far enough to have a clear view and quietly waited for an opening. Trying to run the other legionnaire over with his shield provided one. As one more appeal to reason was being voiced, she widened her stance, lifted her arm and fired her grappling hook cable at the disgraced skrall’s legs, ready to yank him off his feet.
Hopefully that’d put a quick, non-lethal end to this. He was gonna wind up tied up anyway.
OOC: Busy few weeks for me but I'm back on the grind
IC: Skrall [Roxtus, Stables]
Skrall once again experienced a lack of breath, however through different means to a few minutes prior. The grapple's yank tripped him flat on his face, dazed long enough for one of the nearby Skrall to disarm him.
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On 3/5/2023 at 11:40 AM, ARROW404 said:
IC: Suran - Ostia, The Dancing Crab
"Empty hope," he muttered quietly, not intending to be heard, but not particularly caring if he was either. "Run from the Kofo-Jaga, straight into the nest of the Nui."
IC: Frii'Glokk [Ostia, The Dancing Crab]
The armored skakdi, observing with his signature intensity until now, raised his gun-arm to the air. A strange parallel.
"Grass is always greener."
Having split the difference between the realistic and optimistic views of Zakaz given by the two Ga-Lesterin, the Fe-Skakdi looked Tailua in the optics and lowered the arm-gun back to his side. Time to finish the point.
"Sometimes you need to get prepared on a different island before you're ready to return for payback."
OOC: @Emzee @Ghosthands @ARROW404
On 2/25/2023 at 1:03 AM, ~Xemnas~ said:IC, Skrol: Iron Mahi freight car
"Do ya see anything that could be our target?" he asked in a hushed tone. "If ya don't, we might have to split up to cover more ground."
IC: Quoribay [Iron Mahi, Middle Cargo Car]
We waited for moment. No movement. Aside from the 'everything' that was constantly in motion because, we were on a train, I guess. No unexpected movement. Looked like we were in the clear. Still couldn't shake that feeling creeping up the back of my spine, but what the Karz, we had a job to do.
"No and yes, respectively," I ordered Skrol. "You head the opposite of the way I go. If that isn't it then we double back to each other's car"
I made my move, creeping up to the door that lead to the final train car. I opened it, bracing myself for the noise and the rushing wind, then carefully crossed to the other car. No wonder they typically don't want passengers to cross trains - that felt dangerous. Because it was dangerous. Not that I couldn't handle it - because I did. Effortlessly.
OOC: @Krayzikk@~Xemnas~@a goose
On 2/23/2023 at 12:37 AM, ~Xemnas~ said:OOC: Aurax and co. from Ga-Wahi
IC, Aurax: Forsi
Aurax turned around to look back at his companions. “So, where is the Iron Mahi station?” he asked. “Some of you are probably more familiar with this place than I am.”
OOC: Nichou from Ga-Wahi
IC: Nichou [Forsi]
Forsi was on the border of Po-Wahi and Ga-Wahi, so much so that people from either city might disagree about which region. While it was nestled in the fertile crescent of Naho bay, If you took a short walk from the docks you would see the telltale tumbleweeds and cracked clay soil of the Motara desert's outskirts.
Po-Wahi - A dusty museum of the duality of memory:
Traveling with the companions. Hafu's kidnapping.
Meeting Kyhra on a caravan to Po-Koro. Kyhra missing in action since the invasion of Ko-Koro.
Traveling to Po-Koro with a reincarnated Aurax.
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Well, there wasn't a second calamity yet? Maybe things were getting better.
CUT TO SCENE 27, IRON MAHI STATION
Nichou lead the team to the Iron Mahi station, but it was closed for some unknown reason. The first indication of this before they could make out the 'CLOSED' signs was the line to complain to the ticketmaster. It stretched around the corner from the station, even longer than the line that the massive group of travelers created wherever it went. Waiting for a meeting that long would be a black hole of unparalleled proportions. Not that the group was in a rush or anything. There was just some excitement about Aurax's return home.
Time for plan B.
CUT TO SCENE 28, PAPA PODU'S FRANCHISE STORE #3
Near the end of a hasty lunch at the nearby Papa Podu's. The discussion picked up for the plan for the next phase of the journey.
"Anyone here used to navigating the desert paths? Or should we just walk along the tracks?"
OOC: @~Xemnas~ @Harvali@ARROW404@Mel@Lady Takanuva@Tarn@BBBBalta@EmperorWhenua@Rahisaurus
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BZPRPG - Westside Zakaz
in Bionicle RPG
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IC: Kihr [Burning Steppes, Dig Site]
For the briefest of moments, the mercenary's clockwork lungs creaked with a slightly different resonance, as if a gear had slipped.
Probably nothing. The familiar rhythm returned.