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IC: Viltia - Toa of the Green - Metru-Nui Refugees

Location - Le-Metru Nuva, on the Northwestern fringes of (7, 13) in the Fau Swamp

With - Le-Metru Nuva NPCs

 

The birds called out in warning. There was a crackle as ice rapidly expanded. Then the birds went back to their normal calls. Viltia listened for cries of help, but none came, so she assumed whatever the threat had been was now neutralized by the guards.

Getting to her feet, she brushed off herself and went back inside the forging hut. The ring from the protosteel tools being used was a beautiful song to her. The acrid smells of the impurities being burned off was a scent that denoted your success and so she appreciated it. The air was heavy inside the hut, and she couldn’t imagine how things might be without proper ventilation.

She pulled out her book, looking at her notes on Levitation and Speed discs. Okay, so Levitation liked to raise chunks of the disc and Speed tended to speed up the actions of your tools at unknowable times.

Over the next hour, Viltia wrestled with the merging. She had done it on lower level discs, but she had never done a merging of already merged discs at level eight before. Several times the combination of raised portions and unexpected speed caused her to lose control and the disc would fail, needing to be melted down again.

But, while difficult, it was just a matter of figuring out the quirks of the discs and adjusting to them. She already had the skill and muscle memory required to properly complete the merging. Dousing the completed disc in water and leaving it to settle, Viltia pulled Beruv away from the second forge, making sure the Matoran took a break.

They ate lunch together, with Viltia relating a couple stories about her old village to those who sat with them. Beruv added in her own details, things Viltia hadn’t remembered or hadn’t noticed in the first place. With the Rahi attack earlier, they whispered at the level Le-Metru Nuva normally held, but they still enjoyed themselves.

Viltia caught Wing after lunch, before the Toa of Air had time to slip away. It seemed the attack had been from a giant Kane-Ra bull with weird jackhammer limbs. The guard had been able to freeze it as it charged. It had avoided all the Colony Drones, seemingly intent to run amok around the village. It actually was going to be dinner that night.

Viltia had nodded, saddened by the loss of life, but understanding of the reasons why. Thankfully, even in death, there was togetherness.

Afterwards, Viltia found the Ga-Matoran that had kept the Faux-Exsidian containers. She asked him if he had any more and he rummaged around his pack, giving her two. She had hoped for more, but this would have to do. Maybe Apex would even bring back the used containers when she had gotten rid of the defiled energized protodermis. That would be nice. They were very rare after all. Not much could contain purified energized protodermis, or so she was told. She wasn’t sure about the defiled kind, though, that seemed to be able to be held by mud. But maybe it had been slowly eating through it. She didn’t know.

Then she got an idea, “Hey what would it take to make more Faux-Exsidian?

The blue Matoran tapped his chin, thinking. He rattled off several rare metals and some machine she had never heard of. “I know the process of how to make it. And while the materials aren’t too rare, the machine for making it needs to be highly tuned and have a strong power source. Far stronger than two solar panels.

Viltia nodded, thinking of the Vuata Maca tree. That had power waiting to be released. And mining was going faster and safer than ever, so hopefully the materials could be gathered eventually. She thanked the Matoran and walked the bridges back to the elevator. While she walked, she noticed Spark and Match at a bench, calibrating the Kanohi machine backpack’s laser. The device had worked perfectly, but apparently the laser sensor needed to be calibrated to handle longer range inputs.

Along the way, she heard a happy bark and her head swiveled to find a Hapaka playfully attacking the cleaning Nektann drone, which was doing its best to continue sweeping around the dog. For a moment Viltia wondered how the dog had even shown up here all those days ago, but she didn’t give it another thought, her mind instead focused on the task ahead.

Inside the forging hut once more, she grabbed her disc of Flight. It had that slight shimmer to it, denoting it held power. Viltia picked up her hammer and got to work. The disc was full of power, since it was several discs in one, and it was actually harder to shape. Parts of it were more difficult to hammer into shape, and once she had caused a crack, letting the power break free. She had to hold on tightly as it tried to fly from her tools’ grip. Her second attempt was better, but the mask ended up too thin in one spot, nullifying the powers.

The third try, the partially formed mask really did fly out of her hands. She had to spend a couple minutes chasing it around the room, trying to catch the piece of heated metal.

She melted it down and took a short break after that. But soon enough she was back at it, wrestling with what techniques she could use to keep the power of the disc in check. Beruv walked by at one point and mentioned something Viltia had been doing, but obviously not enough, since she kept failing at making the mask. She readjusted based on Beruv’s advice. Unfortunately, her fourth try was a failure as well.

But the fifth try, she was determined. She swung harder than before and with more precision. She was pure focus. Devoted solely to making this Kanohi and making others more difficult than it in the future. This relatively medium difficulty mask wasn’t going to stop her. She surged onward, like a vine growing up a tree and towards the sun.

By the end of it, she was tired once more, though dinner was still a ways off. But she was satisfied. She had beaten the disc into submission. She could do anything if she was smart enough and diligent enough. She forged her own destiny.

Viltia sat in the forging hut, waiting for the mask to settle. While she waited, she wrote down in her book what had and hadn’t worked with her techniques, making sure she would remember her failures and successes in the future.

After the time had properly passed, she went over to the mask, feeling refreshed after the hour or so break. It had settled well, nothing was out of place or too thin or thick. She exchanged it for the mask of Removes Poison, setting that one aside. The power was there in her mind, but she knew this wasn’t like the mask of Quick Travel. She was going to need to practice with it.

She grabbed the mask of Quick Travel just in case as she moved to the door, her normal mask was no longer in her satchel, so she had to hold that as well. Instead, the two Faux-Exsidian containers were in there.

Viltia left the forging hut and flew.

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IC Kanohi - Tobduk-Koro

Kanohi gradually was aware of a shadow cast over him. He shifted to see one of the Toa who had helped the Matoran build the village, leaning over, putting his hand on Kanohi’s shoulder. Kanohi couldn’t even feel the hand, he was just utterly numb. Like there was a disconnect between his chassis and his brain.

Hey, are you alright?

The words echoed in Kanohi’s head, he could … they had meaning, relevance. He stared at the Toa, his heartlight still pounding, his eyes wide, but his brain failing to register the words.

Finally he understood, and his face turn so red he imagined his mask shifted in hue. He looked away and swallowed, his voice reverberating to his sensors. “I … I can manage,” he tried to force a smile, put everyone at ease, “the v-village needs my help. I … we have to decide what to do with Bode.

Meanwhile, Bode had answered Ulkarr, “I told them nothing, all I said was when o-one of them mentioned they had heard rumors, all I said were that the rumors were true.

OOC:  @The UltimoScorp @Toru Nui @Onaku 

IC “Collector” - The Ruins of Stone

Collector spun  around from Arkius, as Atamai was returned to the group. But he took looked different, and … was that a new mask? And Arkius, he no longer had a mask at all, or rather, it had been melted to his face. “Admin,” Collector demanded, drawing their Kanoka Blade and attempting to stand between the two mutated Toa and the slot where the disk had been inserted, “what have you done to them? What is this?

OOC: @~Xemnas~ @pokemonlover360 @Onaku @Snelly @Tarn 

IC Mahrika - “The Mask of Water(fall) Breathing

Mahrika filled in Tuakana on her adventure in the ruins as she walked besides Ollem, “So if you can find these Great Disks,” she warned her Aspect through their bond, “I believe it can unlock something in that Ruin. Normal disks will not work. It might be the key to fighting that beast. We solved the earlier puzzles to access it, but I do not know if they will reset. If they do and you find the disk, I can try to help you solve it.

OOC: @Unreliable Narrator @Burnmad @Eyru 

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IC: Viltia - Toa of the Green - Metru-Nui Refugees

Location - The Fau Swamp

 

The mask of Flight was odd. Very odd. You couldn’t stop in mid air, which she hadn’t ever thought about before and had caused a couple crashes. And the level of speed was hard to control. Taking off was easy, but slowing down in mid air or coming in for a landing was going to take some practice. And that was even with her being able to use her own mask easier and in greater depth.

Full speed was great though. It was far faster than trying to walk through the swamp. Like riding the Kahu, she was able to fly much farther and much faster than when she was on her own. The mask power didn’t last forever, though, which was surprising. She could only go so far before being required to land, which really forced her to learn how to control the mask.

While she was traveling through the blue sky, she was also searching, looking for the largest Nui-Rama hive in the distance. The sun was above and behind her as she flew, and she tried to view the swamp using the directions Morangad had mentioned before disappearing into the flora. There was some kind of Air Suva around here, apparently. Viltia was pretty sure Sidra had mentioned she had found her ice sword from a similar place. Suva something something. Or Something Suva?

Flying on her own felt so freeing. Yes, she loved her Kahu friend, but being propelled under your own power, feeling the air as it slipped past you unfettered, it was nigh indescribable. It... almost felt like being a lone sunflower on a sunny and windy day, but that wasn’t quite right. There was more to the feeling. Much more.

Her speed slowed without her consent, indicating the power was about to run out again. She swooped low to the canopy, a flash of gray catching her optics. Rocks? Or more of that giant robot? Viltia banked hard, the G’s affecting her body unexpectedly and throwing off her concentration. Her mask power shut off, leaving her in a free fall.

She instinctively extended her tethers as far as they could go, dispersing the impact damage as she hit leaves and bark, trying to grab a hold of the branches she sensed around her. She eventually stopped falling, three of her tethers catching her.

It was still wasn’t her worst landing. This time she didn’t hit anything larger than herself. She was getting better!

As she lowered herself, her muscles pulsed. After the Shoal Turtle and then working so hard for her mask of Flight, she sure was getting worn out rather early in the day. If she found that other Vuata Maca Crystal, it might be best to leave it where it lay for now. Maybe. She really wanted to find it.

Viltia fluidly descended through the canopy, tethers stretching, grabbing, and retracted in a natural motion others would have swore she had practiced all her life. She lightly touched the ground. But instead of walking, she let her tethers propel her forward so her muscles could rest. They pulled her through the swamp floor, over puddles, ponds, and shrubs. They avoided barbs, mushrooms, and sap as they moved with a flowing motion like seaweed in water. She moved as one with the plant life around her, breathing for them as they took in sun for her.

The gray rock turned out to be a small temple. Viltia gingerly approached it, poking her head into the doorway. The inside space was mostly empty, with a hole in the wooden floor off to her right, several evenly placed pillars and archways, and symbols of a sun, or moon, above the door and then on the opposite side of the temple.

Viltia stepped inside. Oh, no, the back symbol was a half circle, one completed by the plant growing atop the central structure in the room. What Viltia originally thought was just a broken pillar was actually a mural of some ancient history. She didn’t try to understand any deeper meanings it was trying to convey, but she noticed it was covered in a story of strange beings. As she walked around it, she saw the strange being rise up, with eventually Toa striking them down by merging together.

Viltia’s Heartlight warmed at that. Merging was such a nice feeling. To be able to experience the world so closely with another was incredible. And being able to experience another’s life? It was potentially the best thing that had ever happened to her. Experiencing anything now held special value to her, though she couldn’t recall when she had started thinking so.

She traced her fingers over the last image in the mural. The mythical Kaita standing tall under the stars. Oh, the stars! She wished she could be with Nektann again and try to reach out to them. Her hand idly rubbed the Kaita’s chest.

Suddenly there was electrical prickling along her back that rushed up to her mind as it grew in intensity. Her mind expanded as suddenly she viewed the Fau Swamp from directly above and the knowledge from the Suva filled her mind. She saw the swamp as if high up in the sky and knew going past its border would take her out of the Suva’s range. The view was incredible and made her a little bit happy. This swamp was growing on her. And literally trying to grow on her sometimes, as well.

She came back to herself, trying to make sense of what had just happened when suddenly it spoke in her mind!

Current Inventory:

-Mask of Levitation, origin Forgemaster Dume, power of levitation and personal weight control.
-Sword of Avagah, origin Cravious, powerless.
-Vuata Maca Crystal, origin unknown, power to store and release electrical charges.

It paused for a moment, as Viltia tried to grasp what was happening as her mind filled with knowledge of what the Suva could do, almost like it had when she had gotten her tethers.

Then it finished speaking:

Toa Viltia registered. Element the Green. Maker Mata-Nui.

Viltia waited for it to continue, but it didn’t. Mata-Nui really was her maker? Well, she guessed that made sense.

Okay, that was kind of beside the point right now. Wasn’t Dume the Metru Nui guy? Oh! The one Sidra had killed! He used to make Kanohi? Cool.

And Sorilax’s ACR sword, it was made by someone named Cravious? That name sounded oddly familiar. Maybe Nektann’s memories? She certainly couldn’t remember. She had been more focused on Miserix and Barius’ influence upon her friend’s life at the time.

The knowledge of the Vuata Maca Crystal dropped her jaw. How lucky was she?! She could just find something equivalent in size to it and… Well… She didn’t like the idea of a crystal of such power in the clutches of a swarm of Nui-Rama. If they somehow used it to mutate themselves, that would be disastrous. She guessed she could always use this one if the Nui-Rama had destroyed the other one.

That mask of Levitation, though, that was perfect. She wished she could use that while using her mask of Flight. Then she could take rests while the Flight power recharged. And she could actually stop to look at stuff, too.

Sweet honeysuckle! She held up the masks she held up in her hands. She focused on her mental link to the Suva, inputting the mask of Quick Travel. It disappeared from her hand, space warping around it as it was plucked from her grip.

The inventory of the Suva updated. She focused on her mask:

-Mask of Quick Travel, origin Toa Viltia, power of teleportation within sight.

Viltia beamed at that. That’s right! She was the origin! Booyah!

Booyah? Why booyah? She never said booyah. Whatever. She input her mask of Flight, donning her mask of Rahi Control.

The three masks sat there in the Suva, filling her mind with possibilities. But right now her largest wish was that she could somehow merge them like she merged Kanoka. She focused on the three masks through her link with the Suva, Levitation, Quick Travel, and Flight. She imagined them merging, becoming one. She sighed. Maybe one day.
 

OOC: @Unreliable Narrator @Vezok's Friend @Eyru Posts in the Discussion Topic led me to believe that Suvas can function without needing GM input, with us only needing to tag the GMs when we use a Suva or attune to a different one. If this is not the case and I've overstepped, I'll gladly change the post.

If this post is fine, then Viltia just touched where the Rahkshi Taboo used to be. When Sorilax touched it, it disappeared from the Suva. But the Infectious Kraata Taboo remains in the Grand Temple Ruins. So I don't know if the Rahkshi Taboo is still in the Air Suva Temple or not. Also, I have no idea if Viltia can even get Taboos.

Secondly, Viltia is trying to create a Silver Mask, or three Kanohi in one. Does she succeed? Is the magic of a Suva and her wish enough?

Edited by Kal the Guardian
Mata-Nui is Viltia's maker, not Serene.
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IC: Apex (The Fau Swamp)

Apex listened to what Morangad had to say and simply nodded along, silently agreeing with the words he spoke till at last speaking back in turn. "You are correct in still clinging to the opinion you hold concerning my kind. Aspects are deceitful, manipulative, self-centered...Traits I lack...For better or for worst." Slumping her head and shoulder's down, Apex pawed at the ground before her, as she contemplated what else to say. What was there to say. Both her and Morangad knew what was needed to be done, that they had a goal...But something nagged at Apex' mind, as if some truth was needing to be revealed.

From her peripheral gaze, Apex looked towards Morangad, the black splotch that was the Kanohi upon his face. Internally, Apex winced at the sight, the black mark reminding Apex of what she had just done...And what she may have inadvertently cursed Morangad with. By why should she care, Morangad was a guide, a follower, nothing more...Right? No, no he wasn't and Apex knew that fact. And it was that fact why she needed to say to Morangad now before they continued forth.

Rising and repositioning herself before Morangad, Apex locked eyes with the Tiokaha as she spoke her next words, the words having a calm yet flighty tone, like those of leaves blowng in a steady wind, or the flutter of butterfly wings, "Morangad...Are we friends? Because...I want us to be. I have been...I have been alone for so long. Decades, centuries, millennia, I do not know nor do I think I could comprehend...Not fully. I've told you of my imprisonment by...Nektann...Hrmph. But I have not told you what I found in my imprisonment...Before my entrapment, I used my element with abandoned for I thought I was the master of it...But within the darkness of that cave I learned that I was bound to the dark. Not the other way around..." 

As Apex spoke, a noticeable discomfort and awkwardness was evident in the Aspect's body language and speech, and as if to emulate her mood, the shadows around her placed the moon-lit meadow into a shaded grotto, filled with a depressive morose. "...Within that cave, I felt the pull of the void from whence I spawned and the longing desire to pass, yet unable to do so. That is why I am now afraid, afraid of what I am and what I was. I am afraid that one day, that pull will come again. And without something to keep me, that I would accept my end. That is why I fear to use my element, why after the ritual I held such a visceral reaction, and why I now fear for what I have done to you."

"I have marked you with darkness, and what that means, I do not know and I hope that it does not drag you into the empty spiral that I pray to avoid. I pray that you remain by my side, to the end, but...I will relent to allow you to be free. If you so feel so." With that, Apex laid down low before Morangad, a submissive gesture reminiscent of many Rahi, as she waited for her companion's response, the shadows looming over her like a shroud of depression.

OOC: @Burnmad

IC: Zak-Yak (Dead Forest, Entering the Underground)

Tall Blue treats me like I am nothing. Your information is good to know. We can watch Tall Blue together. Stay safe. Use all three pairs of optics.

Continuing to follow after Providence, Zak-Yak responded, a seemingly different tone taking hold of the Mesi. "Yes, Tall Blue tried to hurt us once, tried to kills us evens. Many treats us likes nothings, or even worses...Wait...Three pairs?"

OOC: @Kal the Guardian @Nato the Traveler @Unreliable Narrator @Burnmad @Vezok's Friend

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IC: Zaliyah - En-route to Metru Nui

"And we appreciate the gesture," Zaliyah said, in a hasty effort to cut off any follow-up remark Ostrox might have been preparing. "But unless you intend to choose a side if or when the fighting starts, you'd best lay low while we're in the city."

@Onaku @Toru Nui

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IC: Marrow - En-route to the Underhive

The old Mesi was the last to enter, pulling the stone back into place behind him as he shuffled into the tunnel. "I hope one of you brought some means of making light," he said, as he rejoined the group. "We have little need for it down here, but I imagine you do." 

@Sparticus147 @Kal the Guardian @Burnmad

 

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IC: Nuju | Kini-Nui

“Well then,” Nuju whispered as Sala disappeared into the rift, “Maybe he does have it in him.”

Sorilax descended into the dark below, leaving Nuju alone to his own thoughts and calculations.

Nuju looked around Kini-Nui from his place by the rift to the Far Shore. He observed the rippling waters of the lake surrounding the temple, the intricate floating pathways that formed the temple itself, and the amaja circle at the Southern end of the complex. So much history, so much mystery, and all of it designed for a single purpose. Nuju chuckled at the thought, and awaited Sala’s return.

His eyes narrowed as jungle foliage began to shift in the mountain sides around the temple. Two glowing portals opened, much like the one he stepped from himself. It was unexpected to see the softly glittering rainbow light flickering in open air. Furthermore, sealed bunker doorways became revealed in the wake of small landslides. Six sealed doorways with strange square symbols carved on them surrounded the valley of the temple of Kini-Nui.

"So it begins," Nuju whispered to a small lizard that had joined him in his watch. 

 

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IC: Nale Vella - Metru-Koro

"Toa Oreius, from Metru Nui. He came to announce that...oh god, I didn't..."

Nale almost gasped when she realized she had neglected to tell Knichou the biggest news of all.

"Pridak is dead. The League have a new leader that's supposedly willing to work with us."

@BULiK

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IC: Ulkarr, Reckless and Lawful (Tobduk-Koro, Telepathic Link)

"No. I thought we were being civil. Why do you wish to fight me?" Ulkarr sounded genuinely confused. Meanwhile, his other conversation proceeded.

You confirmed these rumours… without asking what these rumours were?

Reckless began to vibrate slightly at the prospect of physical confrontation. Lawful was still trying to dig through his memory cache for more information on the Nuparu case.

@The UltimoScorp@Harvali@Onaku

 

IC: Ostrox (Outskirts of Metru-Koro)

"Hope is the first step on the road to disappointment. Ideally, Aurax is currently hanging from his neck from the upper-most floor of Dume's penthouse. But an ideal world, this is not. However, since we're entertaining the idea of peace as he is, we may have to refrain from inciting chaos in the streets, as easy as it would be. We haven't the limitless numbers we used to, for some reason."

@Onaku@Nato the Traveler

 

IC: Waveahk (The Coliseum, Lobby)

Following the Vahki’s directions, Waveahk had retrieved his old laser trident and Zamor Sphere Launcher, complete with the special acidic ammo. This meant he wasn't exactly travelling light, but whatever. He wasn’t going to discard his Xian concussive revolver and Weaken Kanoka Blade anytime soon.

Now he was loitering in the Coliseum Lobby, waiting to see if the League wanted him to leave as badly as he did. He’d seen enough of the seat of Matoran power for one lifetime. And he wanted answers. Not for Metru-Koro’s sake. For his own.

@Unreliable Narrator@Vezok's Friend@Eyru

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2 hours ago, Tarn said:

IC: Nale Vella - Metru-Koro

"Toa Oreius, from Metru Nui. He came to announce that...oh god, I didn't..."

Nale almost gasped when she realized she had neglected to tell Knichou the biggest news of all.

"Pridak is dead. The League have a new leader that's supposedly willing to work with us."

@BULiK

IC: Knichou, Metru-Koro, Central Plaza

Orieus was not a name Knichou recognized, so Knichou didn't have any meaningful reaction until Nale shared the news Orieus brought. Knichou blinked and breathed a sigh of relief. The excitement was palpable in his eyes; Pridak was truly gone, and supposedly this new League leader would give peace a chance. The Matoran may not be doomed to another war for survival!

"Did another of the surviving Barraki get tired of not being in charge enough and take control? How did this happen?"

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On 12/4/2020 at 1:13 PM, Nato the Traveler said:

IC: Whisper - Desert

"But if you're facing enemies who are willing to kill, and hold back from doing so just to make yourselves out to be more "good" than them, what purpose does that serve?" 

IC: Taja | Desert

"It serves no purpose," she said after a moment's thought. "Other than to show respect for the sanctity of life. We believe the Great Spirit, in His wisdom, gave life to the everything that lives. It isn't our place to take that life, unless by not taking it we are allowing our own lives to be threatened. It has less to do with the person, and more to do with what they represent."

OOC: @Nato the Traveler

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IC: Whisper - Desert

"I... think I understand... but I don't agree," she finally said. "If your Great Spirit holds all life sacred, why would he give you Toa such power and weapons? You don't arm beings for battle then demand that they not finish off their foes." 

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IC: Hahvok - Za and Ja Krana of Ice - Independent

Location - Underground Dead Forest

With - Marrow, Providence, Zak-Yak, Takadox

 

The Hahvok known as Zal left Marrow and scrambled up beside the him who was talking with Zak-Yak. For a brief moment both hims walked in unison, all movements and mannerisms the same, then Zal clambered atop his other body.

Correct. I am two become one, who is still two.

The underground didn’t bother him, and he sensed no distant obstacles. In fact, it seemed to be getting cooler already. He quite enjoyed that. Now, he just had to follow these minds to a mind that could tell him his true purpose without the attitude Tall Blue displayed.
 

OOC: @Nato the Traveler @Sparticus147 @Burnmad @Unreliable Narrator

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IC: Okuo - Metru-Koro

Okuo frowned internally. If he couldn't communicate with her using his mask, then he had to rely on gesture and body language alone. "I'm really not cut out for this..." He muttered to himself. For a brief moment, he thought about what the best thing to do here would be, before he slowly sat down where he'd stood, watching for her reaction and hoping this wouldn't garner a hostile response.

@Vezok's Friend

 

IC: Iradra - Metru-Koro outskirts

Iradra simply nodded in response and continued walking with them.

@Toru Nui@Nato the Traveler

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IC: Tuakana & Axxon | Fortress Ruins

Some believe minds are like books, and reading a mind is as simple as turning a page. But it is not so. Axxon learned this when he was trained in the art of mental defense. A mind is more like a pond. Moss-slick rocks sit at the bottom, and fish swim freely between the plants that grow there. Lily pads cast circular shadows on the rocks. Frogs jump in and out of the water, chasing insects that buzz here and there. Water flows in, sometimes carrying twigs or dead leaves; and water flows out, burbling as it moves over the stones. The mind is ever in flux, changing with each new thought and idea. Though its identity does not change, it never exists in exactly the same state as before.

Reading a mind is like crouching next to a pond and looking for a certain fish. On some days, the sunlight glints off its scales and you can easily trace its path through the water. On other days, the fish is hiding between two rocks, and the water's surface is constantly stirred by the wind, and you can't make anything out at all. Plunging into the water might help, but it might only make things worse, stirring up debris and dirt and sending thoughts scurrying for cover.

The ponds that had once been the minds of Tuakana and Axxon were now one. The fish that swam in the Aspect's mind now darted between the rocks of the titan's. Their thoughts and memories flowed freely, mingling and twisting around each other like strands of algae. They stood, silent, on the shore of the silver sea for a long time, struggling to come to terms with this expanded pool of thoughts they now shared. The Aspect's motivations became clear to Axxon. The pain he had suffered under the curse of the Disks was the pain the Aspect of Grief sought to bring to an end. Death was the true enemy, a crueler and more dangerous foe than any mortal being. Time was its lieutenant, delivering every soul eventually to its slavering jaws. Only by becoming the master of time could they bring the curse of mortality to an end.

And Axxon's knowledge became the Aspect's. They saw the forging of the Great Disks. They understood their purpose, and pieces fell at last into place. The destiny of the Ark. The Forgemaster's plan. These memories had echoes in their own, seen from a different perspective and gradually forgotten over time. But now they were crystal clear, for Axxon had been there only hours ago. He had stood before the Forge of the Heartsflame and watched as Forgemaster Dume swung his hammer, throwing sparks into the air, the music of his workmanship filling the hall. They turned their eyes to the horizon, to where they knew the smoking volcano stood like a fortress, and knew it to be the same. The fires that birthed the Tahtorahk were the same that had birthed the Disks.

Mahrika's knowledge joined theirs. There was great power to be unlocked using the Disks. Enough, perhaps, to thwart the fire-birthed monster. But not enough to defy death forever. That would take more than mere baubles. And there was still the matter of Axxon's desire to reclaim what Atamai had stolen. Without the Disks, the past could not become the future. This paradox threatened the very existence of the Time Between Time. If they could not return the Disks, then all the universe would slide into chaos and oblivion as time itself came unraveled like an old sweater.

There was much to do, and little time in which to do it. The Aspect and the Titan came to an accord. They began to walk. One step after another, they travelled out of the shadow-cursed land. The blackened sand crunched beneath their feet. Their eyes were full of purpose. Their hands were ready for war.

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IC: Cravious - Skakdi of Lightning - Zakazian

Location - Irnakk’s Tooth (7, 10)

With - Whira

 

Cravious turned off his vision powers for a moment. No connecting tunnels were carved into the volcano this high up. They would have to continue deeper. And so they slowly descended. Skakdi and Aspect, two with one purpose…. For now.

They walked for a while, with the air around them only getting colder. But there came a certain point where things neutralized and suddenly the air temperature started to rise again. About this time, fears started creeping into Cravious’ mind. He saw visions of himself losing the Cube, losing Debt Collector, losing his businesses, his mines being found out and destroyed, basically all his secret stashes of money found out and raided. He saw himself broke, destitute. The fears grew in intensity as they descended.

But his fears only drove him. He needed the power Whira could give him. Then none of these fears could ever touch him. Then he could secure his fortune and never fear again. He turned on his X-Ray Vision again, searching for the tunnel that would lead him to the place he had seen earlier.
 

OOC: @~Xemnas~ @Eyru

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On 12/2/2020 at 5:40 PM, Toru Nui said:

IC: Tekmo (Metru-Koro, Remains of Sans’s Hut)

Wonderful. A potential ally, turned away because the good guys treated him like a criminal. Granted, it sounded like he had his own personal quest of finding his daughter, but it’s clear that Knichou and Vulimai hadn’t endeared themselves to him. Druu had left before Tekmo could apologize on their behalf.

Evil despots. Government conspiracies. Nonsensical vandals. Attempted assassinations. Undead plague. War crimes. Universal catastrophe. Enigmatic entities. Swamp monsters. Poisonous light. Jovial warmongers. Unsubstantiated paranoia. Tekmo was reaching his limit as to what he could put up with.

He threw his hands up in the air. He wasn’t joking earlier - he legitimately did not have time for this, nor time to go after Vulimai and tell him Druu was leaving. He went to find wherever Skorm went off to, see if he still wanted to leave this place. Not that he could blame him for it anymore...

@Keeper of Kraata

IC: Skorm (Metru-Koro)

"Tekmo?"

Skorm had been climbing through the wreckage, trying to find anything of use for Metru-Koro. "It feels like its been an age since you left."

The Toa of twilight sighed and surveyed the wrecked hut. "Also, where's my car? And IV? Kei, I mean, Keitara had a vision to go to the Kumu Islets, and I'm going to be joining her along with Irna. We need to modify the Interceptor to fit a Zyglak."

Skorm smiled softly. "Also I'm glad to see you're not dead."

OOC: @Toru Nui

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The times, they are a-changing...

 

 

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IC: Ardoku - Todbuk-Koro

Something didn't seem right. This matoran didn't seem ready for the level of responsibility he seemed to believe he had, despite the way he corrected himself. "I apologise, I don't know much of anything about our shared culture, you must understand that I only have memories stretching as far back as yesterday. Why is it that you speak as if the burden of making that decision rests on your shoulders alone, and utter the word 'we' only in correction?" 

@Harvali

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IC: Reliable Narrator | Irnakk's tooth, Nightmare Pits

Cravious and Whira ascended the mountain. The slope was steep and treacherous, and every step sent pebbles skittering down the mountain face. It was a hard trek, and the sulfurous air made it worse. It made breathing difficult, and it stung the eyes. As the pair continued their climb, they passed steam vents that let loose occasional blasts of gas, and their way was lit by trickling streams of lava that drip-drip-dripped their way down the blackened rock.

At last, grunting, Cravious hoisted his body over one last ledge and was confronted by the entrance he sought. It was less a doorway than a hole carved straight into the mountain, its edges roughly cut but made smooth by the passage of untold years. Clouds of thin smoke drifted from the tunnel, suggesting that the air within was no cleaner than the air without. Two tall and spindly cairns of Skakdi skulls balanced atop one another stood on either side of the tunnel's mouth to greet the travelers. Their empty eyes and grinning teeth sent shivers down Cravious's spine. This was truly a cursed place, and he longed to turn around and go back the way he had come. But if he was to achieve his goal, the only way to go was forward. So he took a deep breath and plunged ahead into the darkness of the Tooth.

The shadows seemed to cling to them as they descended, like they were made of cobwebs. Cravious felt like he was being watched, but no matter where he looked or how hard he pressed the capabilities of his X-Ray vision, he saw nothing but black rock and a strange white mist that clung to the ground. The single tunnel made its way steadily downward, sometimes providing rudely carved steps, and sometimes not. Cravious had to watch his steps more carefully than ever—his mechanical foot was having difficulty with the terrain. Bones crunched beneath his feet, and he smelled something foul in the air. His fear grew with each step. He knew without a doubt that something dark and terrible awaited them at the end of the twisting corridor. Something that watched him even now, something old and rotting and malicious. A horror beyond thought. Each step took more willpower than the last as every instinct in his body screamed at him to run! run! get out! But he swallowed his fear and soldiered on.

Was he going down? Or up? The tunnel seemed to have its own internal, paradoxical logic, and sometimes the Skakdi could swear he was going the wrong way. He walked in circles, descending into the volcano like a vulture, and with every step came the crunch of old bones. Occasionally he felt like he was suddenly falling, and his hands involuntarily reached out to grab the nearest surface. The tunnel wall was always there for him, warm and slick with an unknown liquid. He would shake his head, then continue, wondering blearily if his X-Ray vision had turned itself off, or if he had turned it off himself and forgotten. He knew he was supposed to be searching for branching tunnels, but there was only one path here in Irnakk's domain, and it led straight to Him.

The path led him into thicker mists and clouds of voices; tempests of memories and showers of loss. He found himself weeping without knowing why. All around him, memories whispered, calling him in every direction, but there was only one way to walk. The stairs led down. Down through the voices whose whispers grew louder and more desperate. Down into childhood nightmares and fever dreams. The tunnel grew ever warmer. He was dripping with sweat, so why did he feel so cold? His teeth chattered as he continued his descent, one hand trailing along the tunnel wall. The stench of burning oil and sour milk surrounded him.

After a time, times, and half a time, the mists receded. The air grew hotter. Each step brought them closer to the source of a warm red glow that filled the tunnel. Cravious and Whira were near the end.

 

OOC: @Kal the Guardian @~Xemnas~ Please let me know what your characters experience as they descend! What childhood trauma do they relive? What fears and regrets do they face? After you post, they can emerge from the tunnel to the place where Boss and Barius fought.

 

IC: Taja | Desert

"Our weapons are given to us for defense," she said. "To protect our way of life. Not to force our will upon others. The Great Spirit gave all beings the choice to embrace His virtues or not. If everyone did, there would be no need for violence. But some choose their own path, and so we must be ready for them."

OOC: @Nato the Traveler

 

IC: Oreius | Skies Over Zakaz

The afternoon sun bathed the land in rich, yellow light as Oreius's airship glided north towards Po-Koro.

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IC: Ulkarr, Reckless and Lawful (Tobduk-Koro)

"No. I have no time for mindless, unnecessary violence, as I’m currently being interrogated."

"We can take a brief break, if you would like. I can participate."

"That will not be necessary."

Lawful could not find much else on his father’s murder. Perhaps he could ask the Akiri, once he was feeling better...

@The UltimoScorp@Harvali@Onaku

 

IC: Tekmo (Metru-Koro)

"Why thank you Skorm, I’m glad I’m not dead as well." Tekmo smiled at his own joke, and began leading Skorm to the Interceptor.

"I parked your vehicle with your robo-helper near the northern gates. I believe things are finally calming down around here. Is there space for one more on your expedition? You know, I’m something of an engineer myself. Perhaps I can help you!"

@Keeper of Kraata

 

IC: Waveahk (The Coliseum, Lobby)

"I need to investigate a small group of islands off the south-east coast of the island outside, if that makes sense. I’d go there myself, but it’s a very long way. If you can’t fly me all the way there, then I at least need transportation over the tainted protodermis to solid ground."

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11 hours ago, Eyru said:

IC: Taja | Desert

"Our weapons are given to us for defense," she said. "To protect our way of life. Not to force our will upon others. The Great Spirit gave all beings the choice to embrace His virtues or not. If everyone did, there would be no need for violence. But some choose their own path, and so we must be ready for them."

IC: Whisper - Desert

"So your god gave you all free will... but favours the beings who follow his views, and encourages you to treat those who don't as enemies?" She remembered what Stannis had said, about Mata Nui excluding shadow from his universe. It was starting to sound like that wasn't Mata Nui's only act of control. "Isn't playing favourites by arming and empowering the loyal just another way for your god to force his will upon those who don't follow?" 

What kind of entity gave free will to its subjects, but punished those who used that free will to question the virtues being forced on them? What kind of god stoked the fires or resentment by playing favourites among the races it created? That was bound to cause resentment, which in turn would cause conflict.

Unless that was somehow the point?

@Eyru

23 hours ago, Toru Nui said:

IC: Ostrox (Outskirts of Metru-Koro)

"We haven't the limitless numbers we used to, for some reason."

IC: Zaliyah - En-route to Metru Nui

"We'll make do with what we have. Or..."  she gestured to the pulse artillery weapon the Vahki were carrying, "...we knock down the Coliseum with Aurax still in it." 

@Toru Nui @Onaku

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IC: Nale Vella - Metru-Koro

"I don't know, didn't really ask the how since I was too busy reeling from the news. And I don't think it was one of the other Barraki--Oreius said it was a Toa Aurax, but I'm not familiar with the name. Guessing a League underling got fed up."

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IC: Sidra Nuva – Ruins of Ice

She was gone for what felt like forever.

One moment she was standing beside Leklo, one hand on the Great Disk as they placed it together into the machine, and the next moment she was falling on her own through light and life, shapes and shadows, darkness and death.

She was lost. She was home.

She was dead. She was alive.

She was alone. She was surrounded.

She was walking across a floor that rippled like a pond, the shadowy shape of an incomprehensible entity visible below her feet, reaching for her as she reached for it…

…only for her next step to bring her back to the temple, with her weapons and equipment lying scattered where she’d once stood, Leklo sprawled in pain on the floor before her, and the other Toa watching on in confusion and concern that she could sense just as strongly as she could see. 

Sidra knew how he felt. It took all of her effort to just stay standing, to prevent herself from collapsing or crying after everything she'd just endured. It looked like mere moments had passed since her departure, but it felt like it had been far longer for her. She couldn't remember where she'd been or what had transpired there, but something had happened. Something profound and painful and impossible. 

She felt raw. Her body was changed, her mind renewed. She was overwhelmed and unburdened, improved and broken. Power surged through her form, greater than that wielded by the Toa who’d once condemned her. It felt natural, as if it had always been part of her, its use came to her without thought, but she didn’t understand it. She didn’t understand any of this. She had new power, a new name, but she wasn’t even sure what she was now. She was taller, stronger, a stranger in her own skin, a newborn reincarnated into a world she already knew.

Colours reflected off the walls of the temple, and she looked back the way she’d come to see that where the NUVA wall had once stood was now a rainbow window to somewhere else, a place of lush green and pure blue with a temple at its heart. Something waited for her there, something more that she already had.

She telekinetically drew her fallen equipment back to her, weapons and gear sliding into the clips, sheathes, and straps on her armour as she turned towards the kaleidoscopic passageway. The lightstone rifle Spark had given to her settled into her hands, and she willed it to exchange for her electro-chute blade stored in the Suva. And then, blade held at the ready, she stepped through the wall to see what waited beyond it.

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IC: Grime | Fort Nektann

"Hello," Grime said meekly as Korruhn approached to join Caedast in the corner of the mess hall. Grime nodded politely in response to the praise from Barius, and his eyes scanned the room for Drukarus. Once found, he stared kindly at the skakdi warlord as if to say: what further proof do you require?

OOC: @Sparticus147, @Burnmad, @Crimson Jester, @Conway, @Nato the Traveler, @Keeper of Kraata, @EmperorWhenua

 

IC: Takadox | Underground in the Ash Barrens somewhere

"Light, yes, I love things well lit now than then. Sometimes I like it dark too though, if you know what I mean," Takadox said. His joke tanked, not a single chuckle. The social dynamic was quickly becoming more terrifying than the enveloping darkness. Nevertheless he followed, curiosity keeping the better of him as the group continued through the tunnels at Marrow's lead.

OOC: @Burnmad, @Kal the Guardian, @Nato the Traveler, and I know I'm missing a few more players in the tags. Sorry folks, bit of a rush.

 

IC: Reliable Narrator | Kini-Nui

Sorilax's feet found purchase on the stairs. the wind rose up from below to meet him, not in greeting but as if to pull him down into the eternal darkness.

@Kal the Guardian, more soon, but feel free to do the writey-thing you do.

 

IC: Administrator | Ruins of Stone

"Some side effects may have occurred, which I shall document for future research purposes," the Administrator said calmly as Collector challenged him. Then Atamai Nuva reappeared through the golden light portal, and the Administrator fell silent once more.

OOC: @Harvali and basically everyone else in the Ruins of Stone

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1 hour ago, Tarn said:

IC: Nale Vella - Metru-Koro

"I don't know, didn't really ask the how since I was too busy reeling from the news. And I don't think it was one of the other Barraki--Oreius said it was a Toa Aurax, but I'm not familiar with the name. Guessing a League underling got fed up."

@BULiK

IC: Knichou, Metru-Koro, Central Plaza

The relief of the war's end drained from Knichou's face as quickly as it had flowed to it mere moments before. The Toa thought back to the day before, when the Taku was returning from it's mission to Po-Koro, how Aurax announced himself over the radio claiming to be trying to speak with Stannis. Knichou knew Aurax was a lying traitor, but when he heard Aurax's search for Stannis he didn't think that this would be the result. Aurax's betrayal certainly changed the situation, both for the better and the worse.

"Aurax can't be trusted, and the matoran won't be truly safe until Aurax is deposed. This does work to our favor - we've exchanged an overtly threatening warlord for a more... insidious one. This will buy the matoran more time to plan, at least, while Aurax attempts to consolidate power. Perhaps with swift actions by the right people, we could cause the League to fracture even further... potentially weaken them from the inside enough to be overthrown once and for all so the Matoran can return to Metru-Nui and begin to rebuild."

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IC: Korruhn, Fort Nektann

"Your value is more than these warlords know," Korruhn replied, a strange reverence in his voice. "As they say, 'A generation which ignores history has no past and no future,' right?" The Void Touched-Being smiled earnestly at the thought. His prior life as cartographer had been mostly thankless, aside from the few nods from researchers and foreigners who sought out ruins and adventure. And yet, the information he acquired, the knowledge he held? He valued that at more than anything in the world, and he took pride in being a man who would never miss an opportunity to acquire more.

"Tell me, what tales do you know of Tren Krom? Or the temples throughout this island, seemingly constructed by the hands of your people."

OOC: @Unreliable Narrator

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"This spot marks our grave; but you may rest here too, if you like."

 

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IC: Reliable Narrator | Kini-Nui

Each step into darkness felt like poison. The air became thin for Sorilax as he descended, and his very nature felt simultaneously attracted and repelled by the shadows below. The spiraling stairway descended beyond the view of sunlight, and each step echoed for so long Sorilax could mistake his own echo for the footsteps of another. Minutes passed, told only by the pace of his footfalls. At last, the stairs ended. 

His feet found a floor of metal pipes, bundled wires, and thick ridged tubes at the bottom of the stairs. Wherever he stepped, glowing red lines spread from his feet. With each step the red lines danced across the dark floor like for a few seconds before vanishing. The Suva Kaita rested in the center of the hole from where it descended, surrounded by a nest of tubing and wires. No light from above reached this far down, snuffed out by the shadows in this eldritch place. The only illumination came from the red lights on the ground, and similarly colored red lights softly pulsing around the bottom lip of the Suva Kaita.

Sorilax heard the sound of something sucking in a great moaning breath. He felt the air around him pulled forward in the direction of the sound. Then it exhaled.

OOC: @Kal the Guardian

 

IC Grime | Fort Nektann

“The temples and Tren Krom are connected,” Grime replied cautiously. He looked from Caedast to Korruhn, then back to Caedast. In a whisper he added; “but this is not the place or the time to speak of such stories. If you wish to learn the truth, go home."

OOC: @EmperorWhenua, @Crimson Jester

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IC Stannis | Ft Nektann dining hall

"Hooome," Stannis said almost absentmindedly in the same breath as a deep sigh, though it could have been taken as melancholic. "There are truths to be found. At home. Where is my home?"

"Where was your home?" he asked Grime as he played with his spoon and food.

@Unreliable Narrator

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IC: Grime | Fort Nektann

Grime replied with a wry smile; "I've always been a traveler. I called your home mine as well for a time, long ago. Now though," Grime let out a soft sigh. His gaze wandered back towards Drukarus. "Home is where the heartlight is, I suppose."

OOC: @EmperorWhenua, @Crimson Jester

 

IC: Kas | The Great Telescope

"Come on my friends, keep up! Not much further now."

Kas called back over his shoulder as he ascended the stone stairs carved into the cliffside leading to the bridge that crossed to the small cliff of an island where the telescope sat. He led Mahrika and Ollem onwards despite their questions, until at last they'd crossed the dark stone bridge and stood on the granite slabs of the open-air astronomical observatory. Snake grass grew up between cracks in the flagstones.

An ancient telescope was affixed to a large hexagonal dias in the center of the space. The dirty glass lenses of both ends were covered in the droppings of seabirds, and mold grew inside some of the machine's smaller components. Salt brine coated parts of the metal, turning the copper components green. As the two matoran took in the view of the ocean, the sights of the observatory, and the raging storm cloud to the west a day or so inland where the tahtorak stalked around the base of Irnakk's Tooth heading North once more, they missed the moment when Kas dipped out of view. 

They heard him before they saw him again. And they also saw his angrily launched fireball before they saw him again too.

"No! Where's my karzing mask of quick travel?!"

He came back into view, having vanished into the ground by moving away a few choice flagstones to reveal a secret storage compartment. He was fuming. Fire poured from behind the rim of his mask, and the air turned raging hot as he stomped about the observatory in a circle that began to turn the very flagstones to magma. Finally he stopped, dramatically so, and waved his hands in front of him as if talking to someone before turning to Mahrika and Ollem. He wiped a hand down the back of his neck and his flames extinguished. "It's cool, I'm cool, we're cool. Sorry about that."

Kas went on to explain;

"I had a mask of quick travel I thought I stashed here. Looks like someone found it. I used it once by looking through the telescope to see a safe place to land up there, but now I don't have the mask I thought we could use. I know there's a suva west of here -- maybe there's a mask there we could use? I'll stay here and keep looking around, maybe a seagull stole it and made a nest somewhere nearby. My friends, do you two think you could manage to find the suva and check for a useful mask? What am I saying, of course you can. You found me, after all. And that's what friends are for, now aren't they: helping each other?"

Kas turned his back and continued searching for the missing mask. He occasionally kicked a small pebble off the cliffside and cursed his bad luck.

OOC: @Burnmad, @Harvali

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IC: Sorilax - Aspect of Light and Silence - Aspects of Makuta

Location - Kini-Nui (7, 10), Descending down the stairs below

 

The golden yellow light cast by his floating orb didn’t do much to illuminate the dark. Shadows hung in the air with strength and purpose, like the smell of a well lived in home. 

Sorilax descended with measured footfalls, his mind intent on his surroundings and the feelings he was receiving. A wind rose from the dark below like air blowing through a forgotten and derelict city. But it had an odd quality to it. It felt as if it were trying to grab him, to pull him headlong down the steps into a dark that certainly wasn’t what he would call natural.

He noted this in his mind, completely missing that Sala had left him.

As he went deeper, the sensations changed. The dark hung spotty in the air, moving about in noxious clumps. Whether it was because he was now an Aspect of Light, or whether this would have happened to any being, it felt like the dark was trying to corrode his very essence. Not his antidermis, but the real him. The true him. The energy that inhabited the antidermis. His consciousness, soul, and spirit.

Yet even as the shadows rejected his nature, they also beckoned the part of him tied to the force behind Taboos. Suddenly he understood. This darkness, it was like the sea of void in his mindscape. This darkness held immense and unknowable power. It was deep and ancient; it would threaten to consume him were he not diligent.

As the sunlight faded, Sorilax brightened his orb of light, the steps below him barely being affected by the artificial light. Yet he still could see enough to travel safely.

Minutes passed of him descending and wrestling with the feeling the eternal darkness gave him. As it so often did for him, time lost meaning and the minutes passed like seconds, or perhaps like eons. He cared not for time most days, other than how it affected the life of the island. Time was a useful, if uncaring companion. It allowed him to do many things, but it so often destroyed many other things.

Sorilax wasn’t sure if time was the problem, though. It seemed to him that entropy was. But was entropy wrong? It all depended on your view of the afterlife, it seemed to him. Energy, that he had observed, anyway, never was destroyed, merely diverted to a different outlet. Even powers had to come from somewhere. So if the real you was energy inhabiting a body, then where did you go when that body died? Nuju potentially was hiding the answer to that question.

And then there was the question of if the energy of the soul was even the same as energy in this dimension. Perhaps one dimension higher, it was something else entirely. Sorilax had one theory that they all were just injections from their higher forms who had forgotten their true selves, like fingers stuck into a pond, where the fish saw only the fingers, and not the rest of the being above the water. But in this case the fingers had become fish themselves, forgetting their higher forms.

Oh bother, his mind had wandered. The Aspect of Light and Silence stood at the bottom of the steps, his light orb glowing stronger than it had on the way down, as if the shadows had lessened in one aspect. He wondered if Sala had to wait for him long.

The shadows still hung heavy and with a purpose born of an unknowable mind, but they retreated in a way, allowing him more space to think. The Suva Kaita rested in its new position, with a construction of pipes, wires, and tubes attached to it, looking much like how Cravious liked to build things. That greedy Skakdi. At least he did good work.

The Suva Kaita now looked much like the Far Shore portal’s stand did. It- Oh! Those Kanoka receptacles, he needed to remember to look at those later.

Sorilax took a step towards the Suva Kaita, wondering if he could connect to it like the Air Suva, when he noticed his steps sent small red lines zig-zagging across the floor for a few seconds before they vanished. Weird. But very intriguing. He would have to make a note of that.

Reaching for his scrolls, he paused, suddenly noticing an odd noise.

A great breath was taken, the noise of it actually vibrating the air with its intensity. It reminded him of a giant Brakas he had once found in the Fau Swamp. It had grown too large for even its own long limbs to propel it. So it sat there, trying to adapt by snatching Rahi passing by. The hungrier it got the angrier it got, and it screamed in great fits of rage for hours on end. Until one day, when it no longer had any strength to move.

Sorilax had gotten close, noting the abnormalities it possessed. He had been studying the effects of the Fau Swamp mutagen. He pitied it not, for he had noted the murderous rampages it had gone on before becoming immobilized. It stared at him, optics unfocused and then focused again every few seconds. All Sorilax could see in them was anger.

Its breathing too had pushed him away and pulled him near, so great it was. The breaths hummed low, sending out vibrations as vast swaths of air could be heard entering and exiting its body. Sorilax had noted how you could almost hear each part of the throat as the air traveled through it. It had filled him with fascination.

But even then it had still tried to grab him, tried to live one more day. Its attempts were feeble and weak, but had still inspired caution. So too, did Sorilax now feel cautioned. The darkness rejected and yet beckoned him, and now something massive was breathing in the dark.

His orb of light would not do. He exerted his new power, expanding his orb in size and brightness until it sat like a miniature golden sun a distance above the Aspect. However, the beckoning of the dark and the possibility of more Taboo power subtly persuaded him and he called out, “Greetings. I am Sorilax. My companion is Sala. Who are you?

 

OOC: @Unreliable Narrator

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IC Stannis | Ft Nektann dining hall

"Which home is that?" Stannis asked. 

"Ooh here's a riddle for—do you like riddles?—What is the difference... between a traveler and a wanderer?"

@Unreliable Narrator

 

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IC Stannis | Ft Nektann dining hall

Stannis' broad shoulders shrugged beneath his titanic cloak's folds, causing it to ripple down the length of it like a percolating splash of ink on dark linen. He gave Grime a playful wink. "I was hoping you would know. It's all in the point of view of the bee holder: The bee holder. Remember, the ones who make the honey don't drink its sweetness."

@Unreliable Narrator

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IC: Cravious - Skakdi of Lightning - Zakazian

Location - Irnakk’s Tooth (7, 10)

With - Whira

 

Cravious stumbled, his bad foot landing wrong on all these bones for what felt like the hundredth time. He cursed. He had been forced to steady himself on the tunnel wall again, which was covered in some unknown liquid that he really doubted was naturally occurring and so desperately didn’t want to touch.

Still, he moved forward. Money was forward. Power, then money.

He could feel Irnakk watching him. Judging him. Weighing his life and his past actions. They danced in his head like live feeds from his security cameras, yet from his point of view. He saw himself open his optics for the first time in that alley in the Rig, newly created. His head had been full of knowledge, yet also devoid of it. He knew his language and had chosen a name for himself, yet he knew not the culture that surrounded him nor the nature of his species.

That had been a very bad day, full of beatings and a couple minor stabbings. Later he would realize that was normal Rig behavior, but on that day, it had broken him. He had laid in the streets, cursing his being created. Why would anyone ever place him in such a horrid world, full of pains and regrets?

But he had found his core, his true self, on that day. And not through cunning or conniving, but through sheer force of will, he had talked his way into an apprenticeship with a smith.

Cravious remembered the beatings, the long hours, the fights with the other apprentices. He was paid in food when he was lucky, and he was rarely lucky. Life had been full of the fear of death. And as he learned about the world, he gained the fear of Nektann coming to one day destroy the Rig should it displease the Skakdi.

He remembered regretting stealing scrap from a big scrap dealer, though the regret lay in getting caught. He had learned how to use his mind better by then and had turned things around, but not before he had lost a few fingers. That’s when his fascination with mechanics grew and he broadened his horizons. Reattaching one’s original fingers tended to change one’s worldview.

He remembered a later regret, when he had made a mistake, one little mistake. A single, tiny mistake that had gotten all his money stolen and his friends killed. It was the one regret he secretly held on to, that kept him from getting close to his new hirelings. It was the reason he didn’t trust anyone, only himself. It was why he tried to train his mind, to mentally be able to defend himself.

The regret, once so distant, surged full in him again. It mixed with the fear of his early existence. It mixed with his constant fears of losing everything. It took him to his knees, chest heaving as the emotions swirled around him. His body quivered with each breath he took. He silently screamed at Irnakk, trying to free himself of himself.

The pain, the unbearable pain, it brought him to his feet. It led him downwards. He would never feel this again. NEVER. He would grow so strong that none could stand against him. He would invent things no one could comprehend. He would secure his future. Fear was his past. Regret was his past. Never again.

He hurried his steps, the ache of the weight of his years trying to slow him down. His X-Ray Vision seemed to be broken, but he knew what he had seen. There were tunnels down here. They were there, hidden somehow.

Cravious started breathing in deep gasps, pushing his body as hard as he could. He needed to be free of these feelings. His body had gone cold, his gleaming teeth chattered against each other. Smells not natural to a volcano assaulted his senses. But then he could see it. A light at the end of the tunnel. A warm red light reminiscent of his forge. He pushed himself even faster, tripping on his bad foot more often than not. The last few feet he fell prone, scrambling for the end of the tunnel.
 

OOC: @~Xemnas~ @Eyru

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His golden light revealed a large empty suit of obsidian and soot colored armor in the heavily protective style of ancient aspects. Its bipedal form kneeled down on the floor of tubes and wires with its back to Sorilax. It wore no mask, but instead featured an intricately designed face frozen in a horrific expression of pain. One of its clawed hands stretched outwards towards something further beyond. A shape was carved into the back of the hand: an ellipses with a line through it. Sorilax knew it as the symbol for the Rite of Desecration. A miniscule, blue-black lizard crawled inside the suit of armor and out of sight.

Sorilax risked a little more light. The armor was too dirty to see his reflection in, worn out by age and neglect. Corpses littered the floor, all of them reaching outwards in the same direction, and long ago picked clean by unknown scavengers. Where the corpses and the armor pointed stood a massive open doorway. It was the source of the sound as air was pulled within, Sorilax realized. Shadows swirled and rippled in the doorway and no light penetrated through. The shadows swirled in a pattern, he realized: an ellipses with a line through it. 

Nothing spoke in response to Sorilax's words. 

The doorway inhaled again, and his light went out completely. He felt the energy used to create the illumination sapped from his body in an instant, the rippling shadows from the doorway gorging themselves upon it, leaving him exhausted and drained to the point of almost collapsing. Once more the room plunged into darkness, with the exception of the dim red glows from the Suva Kaita and where his feet touched the floor. 

 

Ooc: this is a deadly encounter. Proceed at your own risk. @Kal the Guardian

 

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On 12/2/2020 at 2:20 AM, Vezok's Friend said:

IC [Kunok McGrokk]:

He continued for a full three minutes in this fashion, describing in vivid detail how utterly mundane the day had been. “It was a perfectly fine day, up until the storm hit, that is. But we all know storms, so still no reason to worry, especially out here on the coast. And that’s when I noticed the monster in the tempest. Now I don’t know what makes the weather do what it does, but I know for certain that big monsters ain’t part of the equation. Never got a clear look at it, but I reckon it was one of those Tahtorak beasties your kin is so fond of.”

IC Yumiwak | Kunok McGrokk's shoppe

I recoiled a little at Kunok's remark; it nagged at my soul, something about it did not sit well. It wasn't the destruction itself, or that a tahtorak had been at the center of it, but... well, the reality was I wasn't sure what my feeling really was. I folded my hands behind my back in a neat parade rest stance and slowly paced back and forth in front of the shoppe, laboriously letting my hips sway like pendulums on a slow metronome. 

You know one of the biggest struggled of being a psychic? You'd think having psionics as my element of nature would mean things like emotions would come naturally to me, or that navigating feelings would be second nature like swimming is to a takea, but the truth couldn't have been farther from that. Though thoughts people often held close to their chests were like weaknesses in armor to me and I could make even the most imperceptible betrayals of passion people gave turn into a weapon, there was very little I really understood about what I felt within myself. People were easy, they were all made of the same stuff I was, they had the same instincts and mechanical needs as every other Skakdi on this wastebin of a world we all lived on: We all ran on the same ingredients and instincts: To drink, fight, sleep around, have fun, [and, most importantly] survive. Life on Zakaz was all a bloodcurdling thrill and tribulation, and there was little opportunity to develop any scholasticism on the why. In a lot of ways I was victim to the same predatory lifestyle of my fellow Skakdi. That, I believed, was a byproduct of our corrosive homeworld here, on this land called Zakaz. 

...

Whatever. Basically, all I'm saying is that the study of emotions died off with the last of the so-called thera-shrinks, many moons ago, and since I'm an orphaned princess living in a wasteland world I have a lot of pent-up issues and my emotional intelligence quotient isn't what I'd ever claim to be "healthy," so I wasn't really sure what I was supposed to be feeling. Rage? Anger was certainly there, but I couldn't be sure why. As I bundled my knuckles into white fists as I looked out across the bay at the ruined platforms of The Rig I realized I had no sadness to see it as a wreck. I felt anger, but it wasn't because of any lack of presence I had before. It was true, as much as my family claimed an affinity for the massive beasts my presence in the midst of the devastation wouldn't have mattered in the slightest. 

The only thing that could stop a tahtorak was another tahtorak, the way my family was said to have used them a long, long time ago, in the finest written annals of history. I soon realized that to have such a beast do this to The Rig meant either one of two things: Either, 1) Whoever created this tahtorak was using it purposely to lay waste to others as a weapon of war, or 2) They were not strong enough to control what they made and it was loose on pure instincts alone. Kunok's description of this as a tempest made me think it was the latter. Something had to be done about it.

On 12/3/2020 at 4:05 PM, Tarn said:

IC: Korio Karasha - Tactical Panda II/The Remains of The Rig

The Vo-Skakdi didn't want to just sit here and watch the pieces of his former home get picked up, so he leaned over to Yumiwak. "Miss Yumi, should I be helping them with the salvage?"

For a moment I just stood in rigid form as I stared out across the bay. The Rig was our home, better or worse, the hive of scum and villainy that it was, but I didn't feel sadness over its loss. I felt for my crew, some of whom held more romantic ideals about the hovel of sprawling piers, but the sadness wasn't my own. I needed to step up and do something for my crew, for my people, and for myself, but it wasn't going to be here on the bay.

I turned around and walked decisively back to my assembled crew, along with Zataka and Kunok. "No," I said finally to Korio. "Leave that to the survivors here to do and for Kunok to benefit from. Our calling is elsewhere."

I sternly looked at Zataka then. She was by far the most powerful of the people here, possibly even beyond myself, and so I needed to woo her to my cause more diplomatically then anyone else there. If she wanted to walk away she probably could, so I needed to give her reasons to stay close. "You've seen what a single tahtorak can do when left to its own devices. This one demolished what was our home turf; imagine, if you can, what it could do to your people's. You want to know what I ask of you? Help me put a stop this tahtorak."

And to Kunok, I said, "I will take the gun you have promised me and then I will be off. Someone has bred a monster which means Irnakk's Tooth is alive again and frothing with power for the first time in generations, so I will do what my ancestors would have done: I will make a better one."

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