OOC: Well that's convenient. Thee happen to be a couple of characters already in the throneroom.
IC (Wani, Mutran's Lab): "And just to check" Wani added uncertainly, "This other shark head... is it also a transformed Matoran?"
IC (Koriaha, Throneroom): Koriaha stood beside Gandor, who sat on the old Throne of Destral. He looked up and down the bare room, thinking what it might once have been like to stand here. Almost everything had been taken from the room now, eitheer by his fellow huntsmen or those accursed newcomers. Not quite everything was gone, however, since nobody could think of a use for them. A few trophies still hung on the walls - heads, mostly. Among the various rahi were birds, reptiles, mammals and fish. The closest one to him was the head of a takea shark, which he took the time to look over. There wasn't much else left to see here, so he was thinking of leaving soon.
IC (Hatann, Dungeons): Hatann kept on running upwards, his heartlight flashing wildly. That had been much, much too close. Maybe he had been foolish to seek refuge in the deep dungeons, where so many dangers lurked. Certainly, he would think twice before doing so again. He kept running upwards, though he was still far from the surface. He had been a long, long way down.
IC (Kehua): Kehua, of all the huntsmen, was closest to the unnatural fire when it sprang into existence. He had positioned himself between Hatann and the exit, blocking his way, so when Hatann started running, he had needed to go straight through Kehua. And he had - the fire-being had actually passed right through Kehua's body, though the contact was too brief to really burn him. The feeling, though, of being that close to fire, was the worst thing Kehua had felt since his forst death. He slumped backwards against one wall, sheild and spear falling from his limp fingers, and just lay there, trying to forget the awefulness.
Eventually, Amadene spoke up "...move, now... can't lose..." Kehua groaned and rolled to the side with a groan, reaching for his rhotuka launching sheild. His fingers were shaking, but he got it and focussed on two rahi. The first was the colony drone, a creature that the Brotherhood had created to feed its Visorak armies. The spinner contained a nutritious energy that acted as a strong pick-me-up, and restored a measure of his strength. The second was an Oohnorak spinner, which had the power of numbing. While his pain was more mental than physical, the feeling of unfeeling helped to divert his mind.
He struggled to his feet, slowly as an old turaga. "You're right, of course" he said, slowly. "We have the message, so that wasn't a total failure. Once everybody is feeling up to it, we should get moving." Looking over to where Takari lay, still deeply affected by the flames, he triggered his mask again and fired the same two spinners at her.
OOC: And, since I haven't touched Koranga since the battle, I'll give him an update.
IC (Koranga): Following the battle, Koranga quickly left the barricaded hallways, moving swiftly back towards the refugee camp. He would need to find a way to remove the dagger embedded in his shoulder armour before hsi pain-fuelled strength ran out. He had gained a large amount from the battle, so at the moment the would was barely noticable, but soon, he knew, he would come down off that high, and when he did, there would be problems. His strength, endurance, pain-tolerance and mood would all crash heavily.
Entering the camp, Korangamade his way towards the centre going to seek out the tent of Kome, an old turaga of earth who, despite his constant grumbling and pessimistic attitiude, had some skill with medicines.
Pushing aside the tent flap and poking his head inside, Koranga saw that Kome was sitting in one corner with his back to Koranga, taking apart a small mechanical disk launcher.
"Hello?" Koranga said uncertainly, but was stoicly ignored by he turaga.
"Can I come in?" he asked a little louder, this time getting a grumpy look.
"You already have" Kome responded, "and I couldn't stop you coming in if you rerally wanted to. What do you want?"
Koranga motioned to his shoulder, which quite clearly had a dagger sticking out of it. Kome just turned back to his work.
"I want you to help me remove this dagger from my shoulder" he said, rolling his eyes. Kome was a little difficult to deal with, but he knew his stuff.
"Ah, now why didn't you say so?" the turaga grunted, finally turning around and gettting up of his stool. "Sit down" he ordered.
Koranga did so, sitting patiently on the floor, slowly feeling his strength dwindle away. Meanwhile, Kome busied himself around the tent, grinding up a few porous rocks into a jar, adding the crushed stalks of some strong-smelling herb, dropping in some brown, clay-like substance generated with his elemental power and watering down the whole mixture to go give a sticky brown goo. The turaga took this mixture and standing on top of his stool to get a better view of the injury, began to apply a thick layer of the paste all around the protruding blade. Koranga felt twinges each time Kome's hands bumped against the daggers hit, causing its tip to move about inside his muscle. Each shock was immediatley followed by a small boost of strength, however, so he was able to bear it without much trouble.
Eventually, Kome had sculpted the paste into a shallow cone centred around the blade. Then, with a quick, sure movement, he drew out the blade. Koranga gasped in shock as he felt the blade leave his tissue and slide back out through his armour, but immediately felt the gap in the metal filled with the strange potion, which rapidly dried, turning a light shade of tan.
"That should do you" Kome said, putting away his tools. "leave that on there for the next two weeks and you'll be almost back to where you were. The blade stuck mostly in your armour, and only just went into the muscle underneath, so you were lucky there. My sealant should also prevent infection and act as a painkiller, so as long as you're not overly rough with it, you shouldn't have much trouble. You may now, thank me".
Koranga ran a couple of fingers over the now-hard plate, feeling, as promised, that he felt little discomfort. The turaga had been as good as his word - the injury wouldn't hamper him much. The thing was, Koranga didn't really like that. The long-acting painkiller, though Kome didn't know it, was the worst thing he could have given to Koranga. He had expected this wound to supply him with pain for almost a month to come (if he survived the Wild Hunt that long. Whenerver he was feeling down, all he would have needed to do was pick a little at his shoulder and rub it, reopening the wound, suffusing his body with pain, strength and joy. Now, Kome had taken that from him.
Koranga stood up and looked down at the turaga, thinking of all the pain that he had been denied. He felt like Kome had robbed him, even though he had really done quite the opposite. Anger sparked within him, kindling to a slow burn. From his full height, the turaga of earth looked pathetically small and weak. How easy it would be, he thought, to take back that pain, by extracting it from the healer. The two of them were alone, and, while Kome still held Gorast's dagger, it would be child's play for him to overpower the smaller being and take all the pain and strength he wanted. He imagined his sword piercing the dark-armoured body, and how good it would feel as he drunk in the agony. It would be so easy...
Kome coughed, waiting for a response to his invitation, and brought Koranga back from his fantasies No, this turaga didn't deserve that. One well-intentioned deed deserved another. "Thankyou, Kome" he said, bowing his head. "Your skills are masterful".
The turaga coughed again. "Payment? I don't do this for nothing".
The image of Kome in pain flashed back briefly into Koranga's mind, but he squashed it firmly. The refugees didn't use widgets for trade - what worth was a mountain of coins if you were short of food and surrounded by enemies?. Instead, they used the only currency that still held its worth.
"Allright, I'll come back and stand guard over your tent tonight" Koranga told him. "You have my word I won't let the Wild Hunt take you unawares".
Kome seemed satisfied with this, and handed Gorast's dagger back to him, so Koranga exited the tent, walking back out into the camp. Soon, he noticed an unusual sight, a dark brown toa with only one hand was lying flat on the ground, slowly tapping away.