The sun shone mercilessly down upon the island's vast desert. It came ferociously, warding off any unwelcome visitors.
The sand raced accross the desert, carried by great and ferocious winds, angered by the sun's terrible rage. Being a fire Toa, the heat bore him no ill will. But after spending the night in the tunnels of Onu Koro, and the month prior under the smokey skies of Ta Koro, the sun had a vengeance to exact from his eyes.
Lifting his hand to shield his Pikari Tharros emerged, taking his first steps onto the deserts of Po Wahi.
OOC: Due to Veneras quitting the game and also dragging my character out into the desert, the following post shall now exist!
IC: Talinka Quine of the expired village of Cry-koro - In a strange unknown room somewhere, Po-koro -
We are the last of our people....
We are our people's vengeance!
We are the heralds of the paragon!
We awoke to the sound of a loud rumbling, more terrifying that the sound of a ferocious feline about to pounce on it's prey. We quickly realised it was long past breakfast. But first we had to deal with a dilemma of dastardly distain!
Where the ###### were we!? We found ourselves sitting up on a strangely soft and plushy rectangle also known as a bed, we were in a strange room, and we had no idea how we got here.
We decided to scream.