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  1. IC: Miserix | Kumu Peninsula Beware the lies of your friend, Miserix spoke into Korruhn’s mind. Stannis dances to the tune of an enemy. Expect this is a trap. Guard yourself, I have business elsewhere. Whether or not she was gone Korruhn couldn't say. The worm on his back wriggled in anticipation of whatever awaited them in this dark place. OOC: @Crimson Jester IC: Ehlek | Mi-Kiri, Floating Fortress Overhead neon lighting mirrored back across the rainbow sheen of the oil splattered across the floor. Neon green and warm white flickered momentarily. Just one of those little warning signs. Ehlek growled and closed his eyes. The sun began to set, taking with it Aurax’s opportunity to prove himself. OOC: @~Xemnas~, better hurry if you want to make it. IC: Grime | Kumu Peninsula Grime’s eyes narrowed and the little ditty he’d been playing to stem off the anxiety fell silent. Something was wrong here, he could feel it. This was an unknown temple to an unknown spirit. What nightmares did his people dream to make this door? He looked briefly at Whisper and Caedast, realizing quite quickly he was very alone. Doing his best to maintain composure, Grime said; “so, what happened to Korruhn? Did it work, or did he die?” OOC: @Gecko Greavesy, @EmperorWhenua IC: Takadox | Spiriah’s Labyrinth With a groan he rose to consciousness. Takadox giggled, feeling something tickling his legs. “Not now Leon, this is hardly the-” It was certainly not who he imagined. Something large, something shiny, and something with a lot of pokey feeley crawly bits was dragging his body towards its open mouth. “Nope, nope, no stop! Bad rahi. Very bad,” Takadox shouted, struggling to unsheathe one of his weapons... IC: Miserix | Northern Wastes As the titans clashed among the dunes and the ever encroaching sea, a voice creeped into the mind of Taua, the great skakdi kaita of the warskaks. Her voice wormed into the empty space between tenuous connections of three minds screaming defiantly as one. It helped that her old “prison” was still on his person. Hello darling, Miserix thought within the kaita’s fragile mind. OOC: @Sparticus147, @Kal the Guardian, @NorikSigma, room for one more in that kaita mind?
  2. IC: Reliable Narrator | Mi-Kiri Kas watched the two leave, then sat down to think. How much should he have explained? "Here's hoping," he muttered then began loading ammunition into magazines. The simple rhythm of the task kept him calm. Meanwhile, down in the ruined city, Sorilax and Mahrika did their best to avoid detection. The silence of their movements eliminated by Sorilax, they observed several vahki stalking along in regular patterns. They moved around in pairs, one in each pair wearing a mask dangling from a chain around its neck. The one with the necklace seemed subservient, almost scared if body language could be believed, of the one without a necklace. They would crawl or walk several hundred yards along the winding cable, then turn around and crawl or walk the way they came. Any loose rubble discovered was cleared away. Any rahi were dispatched. It was quiet save for the grinding of gears and the stomping of steel feet. OOC: @Kal the Guardian, @Harvali thank you for your patience. Continue to tag @Eyru as well for the time being in your replies.
  3. IC: Grime | Kumu Peninsula Grime leaned in towards the fire and the conversations. It made sense that Korruhn spoke with Stannis most -- they were friends, of a sort, after all. Viltia and Whisper brought their questions to him though, which he found curious. There was Stannis. They could ask him the same questions. They All knew him. He lied beautifully in his attempts to control a decayed and broken memory, and Grime thought better than to attempt any correction. The dark shadow that worked the toa’s lips were known to Grime, and he knew he should fear her as she feared his mistress. When the moment was right, he entered the conversation again. “I feel,” Grime started after a hesitant clearing of his throat, “that maybe these questions all point to a similar place, and a similar goal. You both hold a codex, which can be registered to a place of worship such as a suva. You two wish to leave this world and explore some place else with the help of this Nuju being at the great temple of Kini-Nui. Your Makoki Stones carry light and possibility. I’m just a simple bard, but I’d say they give me a sense of hope. “Our recent host said they needed our assistance. When they brought me back, changed me even, they said something to you, Korruhn. And before they all left they said something to the three of you. Maybe all of this is connected, some great narrative waiting to be written into song. I’d love to see how it ends. I’d love to sing it. But right now, I think we need to live it. So, what are we doing and where are we going?” OOC: @Kal the Guardian, @Gecko Greavesy, @Crimson Jester, @EmperorWhenua IC: Takadox | Spiriah's Labyrinth He shivered and shook and heaved brackish water up his throat and out his mouth. He'd been swept up by the current, thrust who knew where in the darkness, and so the once great leader lay shivering in the wet cold of a dreary existence. Takadox did his best to regain some sort of composure, but the dark voice was pressing on his mind. It reminded him of the pact. The pact that could provide freedom. The pact that could provide joy. Light in the darkness. "Give up," Takadox shouted. "Give up already, I'm not going to fall for your petty tricks." He stood on shaky legs, hit his head on the ceiling, and growled defiantly through the pain. The voice retreated. But it didn't give up.
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  5. IC: Kas | Bellicus Tower, Mi-Kiri The toa of fire shook himself from the shock of the creature self-introduced as Sorilax. Kas didn’t realize he’d picked up one of the firearms from the table and placed its cool stock against his shoulder until, blinking, he realized the iron sights were aimed just above the creature’s chest and there was an electric hum in the air. He thought about the last time he’d held a firearm. Airships were locked in brutal combat and orbital bombardment, the elements were bent in single-minded destruction by a multitude of toa. The bio-sphere of Mi-Kiri was breaking, and Laryna’s treachery had been revealed. After a moment of pause he slowly began lowering the weapon. “Sorilax. I remember that name. You say you are a being of life and that you’re searching for something? Well, my friend, I am a being of death on the hunt to kill a rogue AI. I am Bellicus Kastus, master of finance to this little tragedy of a place I call home. Call me Kas, and welcome to Mi-Kiri. “What, exactly, are you searching for?” Kas had no idea he’d just invited a monologue. OOC: @Harvali, @Kal the Guardian IC: Grime | Kumu Peninsula Grime listened to Stannis, Caedast, and Korruhn speak. He was content to absorb the information provided, much like he'd absorbed the free meal from Viltia. ooc: @Gecko Greavesy, @Crimson Jester, @EmperorWhenua, @Kal the Guardian
  6. IC: Grime | Kumu Peninsula The thought of such a primitive forge made Grime giggle, but if the toa made kanoka and masks with a rudimentary forge what could she forge with real tools? He seemed mildly taken aback by Stannis' interjection. Pursing his lips as one does when trying not to agree or disagree, Grime replied; "I believe those would be one and the same, aren't they? A suva serves many purposes. Viltia, a suva is not just for storing the tools of a toa: it is for prayer and creation. Your codex is like a key, a registration of your right to create. "I'm unsure about a Codex of Absolution exactly. I have never seen one used before. I imagine a codex of such importance would be best used at a location of great faith. Do you all know of such a place?" OOC: @Kal the Guardian, @Gecko Greavesy, @Crimson Jester, @EmperorWhenua
  7. IC: Grime | Kumu Peninsula "The food is good, thank you Viltia. I couldn't absorb any more if I wanted to," Grime replied politely as Viltia offered seconds. He didn't want to impose on her hospitality. His time hiding under warskaks rigs taught him frugality, or so he rationalized. "Please call me Grime. I am a simple storyteller now, carrying the legacy of the Builders, hoping for a better world. Before Irnakk I was a forgemaster, practicing at the temple of the Heartsflame. That's all gone now. You'll want to place your codex in the suva where you work your craft. You are a smith, aren't you? I see soot in your joints." OOC: @Crimson Jester, @Kal the Guardian, @EmperorWhenua, @Gecko Greavesy
  8. IC: Grime | Kumu Peninsula Grime nodded, if only to be polite. In truth, his own experience made it difficult to see Whisper's perspective. He reminded himself aspects were unique beings, each their own individual. He turned towards Viltia, awaiting her official introduction. OOC: @Kal the Guardian, @Gecko
  9. IC: Grime | Kumu Peninsula "Huh. Why wouldn't you name your children?" Grime looked genuinely confused. ooc: @Gecko Greavesy
  10. IC: Grime | Kumu Peninsula "And your little ones?" Grime gestured at Whisper's Kraata. ooc: @Gecko Greavesy
  11. IC: Grime | Kumu Peninsula “A codex,” Grime repeated. The fire crackled in the void caused by Grime's statement. When Whisper didn’t immediately grok his explanation Grime continued; “What you handed over is probably inscribed with your constellation or identity. A Codex of Absolution, for instance, would describe the constellation of one of your kind and reveal the truth of your purpose. It’s like a map to the spiritual self, the true self that exists beyond the veil. Once presented, you can be read and seen by our temples. It’s like,” he paused, considering his words carefully, “a form of registration, or a key of sorts. All of us Builders are known to our temples. They are a part of us, and we are a part of our creations. But the aspects of ourselves that we cut away, the unnecessary and evil parts of us, well, those are difficult to identify. Actually, I am not sure we’ve met. What did you say your names were? I know Korruhn, and I know you,” Grime nodded politely in Caedast’s direction, choosing to omit the name of the entity inside out of respect, “but you two and your children are new to me. If you would, I would be honored to learn your names in this place of shadows." OOC: @Gecko Greavesy, @Kal the Guardian, @EmperorWhenua, @Crimson Jester IC: Kas | Mi-Kiri, Bellicus Tower A majestic penthouse in disarray filled the entirety of the top floor of Bellicus Tower. Kas opened the door by first trying the keypad then just giving up and shoving it open after the first failed attempt. Floor to ceiling windows with unprecedented views formed the exterior walls of the entire penthouse, and a large balcony ringed it. Ollem couldn’t help but compare it in a similar way to the Coliseum of his old world. A long velvet couch, now covered in ivy, provided some comfort. Shattered glass from broken exterior windows glittered on the floor. Long tables were covered in abandoned casings of ammunition, others were weighed down with data pads, physical maps of engineering and maintenance tunnels, and more than a few others had quickly drawn schematics that looked like battle plans of some kind. In the center of the open floorplan was a pile of monitor screens, all tossed on top of each other in a jumble. They were black screened and powerless. Thick bundles of cables ran from them towards a rickety generator. Kas wrinkled his brow and shook his head. “It’s terrible in here,” Kas joked from a place of embarrassment. Mahrika realized the toa felt ashamed, as if it was his fault. “I thought the cleaners would have done their jobs while I was away. They’re solar powered, after all. Anyway, welcome my friends to my home. Make yourselves comfortable, but not too comfortable. Once we can get the computers back online and the information we need out of them we’ll be on our way into the biosphere’s core: that’s where we’ll find the Admin’s main servers. I just need something Laryna left me before we head out.” Kas began digging through the papers and data pads on the tables, his mind full of memories and his trademarked smile slowly turning into a tight grimace. OOC: @Harvali, I had to double check a couple things so thanks for your patience.
  12. IC: Grime | Kumu Peninsula Grime nodded quietly in gratitude as Viltia's prior self provided his meal. He waited until Viltia herself tried a strawberry before setting in with gusto, enjoying the flavors and sensations of the energy seeping through his palms. While he'd learned to accommodate to the ruling warskaks and their culture of chewing food, it never really worked for him. It felt good to return to his roots of sapping the life from foods through the tiny receptors in his palms. By the time he'd reduced the coconut water to a film of ash in his cup the conversation had swayed from one topic to the next. He piped up; "Well, they look like like a codex. I remember placing mine into a suva." Grime lifted his left arm, revealing a symbol branded on his rib plates. It looked otherwise another part of the constellations of ink and carvings adoring his armor, just one small piece in the puzzle. Then he returned to his little feast, another nod of gratitude extended to Viltia across the firelight. OOC: @Gecko Greavesy, @Crimson Jester, @EmperorWhenua, @Kal the Guardian
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