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  1. IC: Vulimai (Kini-Nui) "I'm sure the guard stationed at Ko-Pou will appreciate the sight." OOC: @Nato the Traveler
  2. IC: Vulimai (Kini-Nui) She sighed at the mention of Knichou, and the presumption that he would still go ahead with this mission of his. "I intend to speak with Toa Knichou about this, to make it clear to him the consequences of his actions. But, if you do see him...Try to convince him one last time to turn back...and if he keeps going? Then he already knows what he has done." She said solemnly. OOC: @Nato the Traveler
  3. IC: Vulimai (Kini-Nui) "I'm fine as well." She politely declined. "But, if you have nothing else to share then I suppose that leaves us on square one. Speaking of which, what are your plans now Ostrox? Do you intend to find a way into Metru-Nui, to find the Krom-Sphere?" OOC: @Toru Nui @Nato the Traveler
  4. IC: Drukarus (Fort Nektann) "Well, I think both of us know that Barius is unlikely to accept the challenge." The warlord spoke without a hint of emotion, speaking as if he had not just ordained Barius' execution earlier that day. His gaze lingered upon the Skakdi before him, trying to ascertain any sort of contempt or ambitious the elder Skak is holding against the warlord, but they were inscrutable in expression. A trait seemingly synonymous with his more psychically inclined kin. Most warlords feared such Skakdi, for even without the ability to use their element without another Skakdi, they feared what they could do with their powers. But Drukarus held no superstitious fear, and rather appreciated the foresight their company provided, himself being inscrutable to their intrusions. The Skakdi before him held both aged wisdom, familiarity, and a cunning power. They would do for his needs. "Detsu, I would like to offer you a position as my right hand. I have business I must attend to in three days time, and so I must trust another with the preparations for the war." OOC: @Conway
  5. IC: Drukarus (Fort Nektann) Soon, dinner ended, many of the Skakdi being satisfied in both stomach and in spirit as they left the hall. Drukarus himself was as well deeply proud of himself, but he knew he did not have long, and he needed to quickly build up his position and the warskak as a whole. The first thing he needed, was those he could trust to relay his orders and to enact his will, and though there were few in the fort who could possibly fulfill this role, there was at least one he was willing to give a chance to. Tracking down the Ce-Skakdi, Drukarus soon found Detsu. "Detsu, I trust you have heard my decree?" OOC: @Conway
  6. IC: Vulimai (Kini-Nui) "Well, admittedly, I only learned of this today. A certain Mantaxian made a rather compelling case." Turning around, Vulimai gestured for Ostrox to join them. OOC: @Toru Nui @Nato the Traveler
  7. IC: Vulimai (Kini-Koro) "This 'Grand Untethered' and the threat that is Mata-Nui?" Vulimai said, crossing her arms as concern lined her expression. OOC: @Nato the Traveler
  8. IC: Vulimai (Kini-Nui) "Well, if you can accomplish such, I would appreciate it. Viltia," Vulimai thought upon the name for a few seconds, "They were a Ba-Toa right? Silver tendrils?" OOC: @Nato the Traveler
  9. IC: Vulimai (Kini-Nui) "I see, who are the founders and how could I contact them? I would wish for some form of regular trade at the least between the two of is. Perhaps even a promise to come to each other's aid or allow the movement of citizens between the two populaces." OOC: @Nato the Traveler
  10. IC: Vulimai (Kini-Nui) Her eyes lingered on Knichou as he walked off before turning back towards Sidra. Taking the NUVA's hand in a firm professional grip, Vulimai boldly met the eyes of Sidra. "Commander Vulimai of Kini-Koro. I can share the sentiment with him, though...I don't think I fully agree. Now then, onto business, I've been hearing rumors of a village called Le-Metru Nuva." OOC: @Nato the Traveler
  11. IC: Vulimai (Kini-Nui) Listening to Knichou's heated words and tirade, Vulimai's anger dissipated, her hardened expression and crossed arms falling away as the Toa spoke. She had forgotten herself and had let her own emotions and the mounting stress to take a hold of her. Knichou wasn't her enemy, and he didn't connive behind her back just to settle some grudge. He simply wanted to do what he thought was best for the Matoran, like she wanted to do as well. Honestly, it was right then and there that Vulimai fully realized just how young of a Toa Knichou was, and how even Toa were once Matoran too. She didn't know what sort of beef him and Sidra had, but it was clear that it bothered the ex-Nynrah deeply. And though a part of herself wanted to side with Knichou against the apparent killer of Dume, she couldn't pick a side without knowing the full story. Hearing Sidra's harsh, yet still admittedly true, reprisal, she knew it was her Duty to stop this before it descends any further. Reaching up her hand, she reached up for Knichou's arm and tried to gently pull it away from Sidra's chest, her looking up towards the Toa with sympathetic concern. "Ok Knichou, you've made your point clear, same with you Sidra. There's no reason for things to escalate further, especially when tensions are so high-strung at the moment. Knichou, go and see if Toa Nale needs your help if you have nothing else to do, we can talk about it later. Sidra, if you're willing, I would like to speak with you as well." OOC: @Nato the Traveler @BULiK
  12. IC: Vulimai (Kini-Koro) Turning her attention to the NUVA, she quickly answered their question, with a bit more detail than Skyra's basic explanation. "He is the current ruler of Metru-Nui and the remnants of the League. He apparently is the traitorous type, as evidence with him turning against Pridak and claiming the throne. Apparently, some form of pact between him and Stannis exists that at least dissuades him from attacking us." She was starting to compose herself, the brief distraction of Sidra's question bringing her back to focus. Then Knichou compared her to Sans. She scowled at the Toa, as if he had said one of the most vulgar things either of them could have imagined. Her face was red, it showing through her darkened mask as her eyes gleamed like vengeful daggers. "Let me get this straight. You think I'm acting like Sans? Tell me, do you know why the bombing happened? Why negotiations failed? Oh I don't know, it might've had something to do with Sans, antagonizing a continuation of a war we were not prepared for." "And I don't know what plan you're talking about, unless you are talking about removing the Vahki from Aurax's control. Because if that is the plan you are talking about, then let me make myself clear. Kini-Koro will not strike the first blow. And if you so much as leave this valley without a thorough explanation on what you are doing, then I will personally renounce you to Aurax and inform him of what you are doing. This is not happening, end of discussion." OOC: @BULiK
  13. IC: Vulimai (Kini-Nui) Her expression skewed into incredulity when she noticed the Fe-Toa's bored expression, it only growing more annoyed at Skyra's spontaneous appearance. If she had veins like a purely flesh and blood being, they would be prominently throbbing at the stress she was feeling. "You see the thing is Knichou," She could hardly keep up her professionalism and hold back her anger. "Aurax, if he is a threat, is on the bottom of the list of potential threats. I don't doubt Aurax is planning something, but to strike first would only justify his plans and give him the right to strike out against us in retaliation." "If you want to have an issue to deal with; than shore up the defenses of Tobduk-Koro, ensure that no threats will come from the Earth Portal, give Kini-Koro more of a fighting chance. Anything but doing the exact same thing that led to the destruction and abandonment of Metru-Koro." OOC: @BULiK @Nato the Traveler @~Xemnas~ @Toru Nui
  14. IC: Vulimai (Kini-Nui) "Are you out of your Karzing mind!" Fury was in the Commander's voice, her jabbing a finger in the Toa's direction. "Were you not listening earlier when I said that Kini-Koro will not be supporting this. We have bigger problems other than Aurax and your petty grudge with him. What Sidra has shared being evident of that, that the Untethered won't be stuck around Metru-Nui forever and that we need to deal with the existential threat that is Mata-Nui and his army of the dead." She waved her hand behind herself, in the general direction of where the head of Mata-Nui laid, thankfully out of immediate sight from within the valley. OOC: @BULiK @Nato the Traveler
  15. IC: Apex (Fau Swamp, Air Suva) "Rahkshi, that is what these murals depict. They were tools of my kind, swift and deadly, wielders of great power. I just...I just don't remember how to make more of them. Though I feel like I once knew this rite." Apex said curiously, before frustration took her as she growled and roared out a curse. "Curse this veil of shadow over my mind, may all those who conspiring placed this fog upon me, may the teeth of the earth and the fingers of roots take their rotting corpses." Calming herself, she turned her gaze upon Waveahk before continuing her gaze past him to the doorway. "The Taboo we sought has been taken, only a figment of it remained. I do not know whom has claimed it, but I do not believe they will be willing to share such secrets. Come Waveahk, join me in my hunt." Taking a single step, her claws against the floor, the tips of them lightly digging into the surface, as she made her way towards the doorway, waiting for Waveahk to follow. OOC: @Toru Nui @Eyru IC: Vulimai (Kini-Nui) "If that is Stannis' plan, than he'll have to deal with me and the host of the guard." Vulimai said as she followed after Ostrox, the great Kaita Mechs standing above the gathered individuals. "So Knichou, mind filling me in on the conversation here? I've only gotten bits and pieces, like the League and the Vahki?" Vulimai said, planting her hands on her hips as she stared towards the Toa aggressively. OOC: @Nato the Traveler @BULiK @Toru Nui @~Xemnas~
  16. IC: Vulimai (Kini-Nui) "I feel like the straight man in a comedy of errors. Hahahahah..." Vulimai sighed as she turned towards Ostrox, giving the Mantaxian her full attention. "Your not the only one who feels that way. So, if there weren't any ideas made on how to at least prepare for this, what are your plans now? I've already told you that I can't force those few Matoran that still believe in Mata-Nui without telling them the truth, I refuse to break the peace of Kini-Koro till we have no other choice. But I don't want to ignore the problem either, I just don't know what to do other than prepare in the conventional ways." Behind herself, she caught wind of something concerning the Vahki and the League from Atamai, but that was not the current problem she was focusing on, and if Knichou was planning something behind her back, then she would deal with it after she deals with this. OOC: @Toru Nui IC: Apex (Fau Swamp, Air Suva) "Hmm. Yes. This is definitely a Suva. I confess to knowing little of Matoran culture... other than its failings." Scouring the walls, Apex found little other than vines and moss, and though both were clear signs of nature's will to reclaim what is hers, they did not reveal the answer she desired. Pivoting her head around, her neck extending as it did so, Apex slowly rotated in place as she observed the Suva within the center of the room. Atop the stone dome, sat the most peculiar of plants, one obviously not naturally grown. She let out a brief snarl as she approached the Suva, scanning its surface, till finding a series of murals along its bottom. Following along with the artistic depictions, Apex's face shifted through various emotions; intrigue at the sight of the Rahi attacking, anger at the Toa-like figures victory over the Rahi, and then vague familiarity as she saw the spined beings. But the most profuse sight, was the shallow engraving, now faint and weathered, that depicted, an eight-pointed star. All at once, memories, flashes, pictures of times long ago flashed across her mind. They were swift, fierce, and terrible creatures, wrought from bodies of protodermic steel and powered by the shadowy worms. They were the bringers of death and doom, they were her kinds servants and soldiers, they were... "Rahkshi." Apex said, raising her head swiftly up, an expression of shocked recognition upon her beastial visage. OOC: @Toru Nui @Eyru
  17. IC: The Gadunka (RNN Radio Barge, Outside Naho Bay) Sitting cross legged out in the searing sun on top of the main cabin of the radio barge, the De-Skakdi meditated, his eyes open wide with a distant gaze. Out to the far horizon, his sight went, trying his best to discern anything beyond the meager island he called home. But, there was nothing, nothing at all. Just an eternal ocean, one that he doubted even the collective Rig could traverse. ‘E’ reel nitemare ya got us trapped in, eh Irrnak, ya cursed sod you?’ They thought to themselves as their gaze zoomed back towards the island. Expanding outwards to a grand airborne view of it all. He shuddered at the sight of what he saw. The island was disappearing. He didn’t really bat an eye when the island first shrunk, as he attributed it to just being because of Nektann or maybe the head's crash landing, but then it happened again. He chose not to believe it the second time, the minor shifts being easy to ignore, but now, he couldn’t ignore it anymore. Zakaz was disappearing and there was no escape from it now. Swiftly, his vision returned to him, the Skakdi recoiling at the sudden shift in perspectives. With a heavy groan and another squig from a bottle at his side, he clambered back down and entered his studio room. Sitting the bottle atop a large speaker by his desk, he slid into his chair and readied to broadcast his own voice once more. “Well, time da break da news. Pits! Why’d have’ta be meh?” They grumbled to themselves as they hit broadcast, their voice sliding into the brief silence between songs. * Hello once again my adoring children, it is I, The Gadunka, here to give you the realest reels about what’s popping and what’s crackling across the radio static. First thing first, a few updates on some Skakdi of interest. * * Unfortunately for all of you debtors, the old Miser is still kicking and his Cube has washed up onto the Kumu-Peninsula. And before you question what I just said, no, I don’t mean the Kumu-Isles. Seems like those islands wanted to join whatever in the Pits is happening here on the mainland, heh, might mean we’ll be seeing more of those Aspects running amok. * ‘D’ose freaks, can’t unda’stand why anyon’ would deal wit’ d‘em.’ The De-Skakdi thought, remembering the first memory he had on meeting an Aspect. Creepy things they were, always gave him chills, as something was always off about their voices. He tried his best not to dwell on them. * In addition, besides old Nektann, we might have some more...surprises coming from Irrnak’s Tooth, as the Tactical Panda II has been spotted there. And if my sources are correct, which they most certainly are, there is some resistance against the Tahtorak Princess. By whom I do not know, but I’ll let you all know once someone walks out of that volcano in less than two pieces. * * As for Fort Nektann and this new boss, Barius, well, not much to tell surprisingly enough. Guess we’ll just have to wait and see then. * ‘Odd, surprised d’ey ain’t raidin’ ‘et.’ He momentarily pondered before continuing. * And as for some news concerning our less than local friends, heha. There isn't much to really say either. Though, I feel like it’s worth mentioning how there is now some sort of literal ghost city on the western side of the island. Whole thing just popped up overnight from the looks of it. For you daring Skakdi, might as well give it a look through, might find your next big score. * Shifting in his seat, a brief pause occurred before The Gadunka spoke again, their voice taking a more somber and serious tone as they spoke into the radio. * Now then. Everyone, all those who are now gathered around your radios and receivers, either listening with rapt attention to myself, or simply waiting for the music to start playing again. I have some, truly, important news to share. Zakaz is sinking, and I don’t know what we’re going to do about it. * * We aren’t strangers to disaster, Irrnak's Gnashing Fangs! We've probably managed to cause half of them. But this, this is one I have no clue on how we could’ve caused, let alone endure. All I can suggest is this, either build the biggest boat you have and sail away from here. Or hope you can figure out what’s wrong with this disaster of an island. * * And for those of you who need a bit more of a nudge, well, if I had to take a guess. Might have something to do with the Aqua Sphere, you all know it. For the past month, it has just been floating off the Eastern shore, not doing anything let alone raining. And in addition, there have been sightings of a castle or fortress or something along the lines circling it, imagine that, a flying fortress. * Allowing the significance of what he had just said to settle in the minds of his audience, The Gadunka’s voice once again came through the radio, lively and cheerful once again. * Well, now that has been talked about, lets have some fun with a few calls from you all, my adoring viewers. There you go friend you’re patched through, what would you like to say? * A strong, commanding voice came through the radio room speakers as The Gadunka flipped a switch, the voice coming out stoic and emotionless as it spoke. “This is a request from Fort Nektann to the remnants of the Rig. The Warlord of the fortress requests an audience with you and your leader or leaders whoever they may be...In three days time, a representative and a small entourage will be at the location where the Rig once stood, come...or don’t if you are a coward.” Before The Gadunka could say anything to the caller, they cut the line and left their words to linger. Quick on the supwing, they flipped the switch to let another caller in as they responded to the message. * Well, our waiting has been answered. Riggers, it seems like this Barius has need to talk with you all. Better hope it's just not at the bad end of a Tahtorak, ahaha. Welcome new caller, this is your ruler, The Gadunka, what would you like to say? * "Hello?" * Yes, hello there caller, you’re on the air. Feel free to introduce yourself. * "Yes. Thank you. I'm a huge fan. I love your work. Maybe you remember me, I call in all the time. I'm Clash. I work for Cravious." * Cravious? The Miser? Hah! You must be pulling my legs! * "No! No, I would never do that to you, sir. Believe me. You're the best." * It's fine friend. Now, the segment is drawing out a bit, why don't you give us a song suggestion before I send you on your way. * "Okay, yeah, earlier you mentioned the island was sinking. That made me think of that bath song. You know, Splashing times of Splish. Or, uh... something like that." ‘Oh no, its a dens’ one. Gotta get ‘em off da air quick.’ They thought to themselves as they slid their hand over towards the button to cut the call. * Well, thank you for the suggestion but that's all the time I got. Catch you on the air. *" ThankyousomuchIloveyourwor-" With a final click, the voice was cut off as music once again began to play over the radio, the De-Skakdi within his studio leaning back as he took a heavy breath. “Irrnak’s cav’ty, da island really do be sinkin’? And d’ere ain’t nothin’ any o’ us can do ‘bout it. Pits.” OOC: @Eyru @Vezok's Friend To anyone with a Radio, enjoy this Riggers-News-Network Bi-Weekly Broadcast. And to whoever runs the Rig, or consider themselves to run the Rig, the challenge has been sent. IC: Gore Fury (Fort Nektann, Kitchen) Humming alongside the radio tune, his foot tapping along with it, Gore worked in his kitchen with a wide grin upon his face. Beneath his large hands, a piece of potato dough yielded to his grip while to his side, a large cauldron simmered with the strong smell of brisket beef filling the kitchen air. On the floor, cloves of garlic and potato skins were strewn around the place, something for Gore to clean up later after dinner. Passing through the open door entrance to the kitchen, was the dark-skinned form of the fort’s resident warlord. Catching the figure, Gore raised up a flour covered hand as he called out. “Hey Druk, glad you could pass by mate. Mind helping me with something real quick, I need someone to taste test tonight's dinner, mind to lend a Skak a hand?” Abiding the Su-Skakdi’s request, Drukarus entered the kitchen, leaving the Fist of Ruk by the door as he approached. With a large pronged fork, Gore dug into the cauldron as he pulled off a small strip of meat and passed it for the warlord’s opinion. The meat was in tough strands that tore apart easily within the mouth, the juices from the broth steeped throughout it as various different hints of flavor splashed against his tongue. It was incredible work, like always from the Skakdi cook. Offering Gore the briefest of smiles, he complimented them on their cooking. “Great work as always. One thing before I leave you to your fine work, inform me before you start preparing for dinner, there is an announcement that must be made. Do you understand?” “Of course I do mate, now I’ve you excuse me, there’s a lump of potato dough that’s calling my name. Oh, and do you want me to leave some food out for you to bring to Barius or is the big man coming down for dinner?” “There will be no need for that..not anymore.” And with a solemn nod, the warlord allowed the chef to return to his duties, as he continued to prepare himself for what was about to occur. IC: Drukarus (Fort Nektann, Dining Hall) Across the fort, Skakdi scrambled to be the first ones into the mess hall, the sound of Gore’s dinner bell and bellowing voice alerting them all that it was time to eat. Bereft of battle, the Skakdi of the fort had fallen to appreciating the physical pleasures they could afford, but amongst them all, Gore’s cooking was for sure one of the most enjoyed. The Skakdi’s cooking easily ingratiating him into the warskak and keeping morale at a high. But still, as they piled in, Drukarus could hear whispers and murmurs of discontentment. The warskak was getting restless. With nearly the entire fort settled in, ready to feast, Gore as he pushed in his cart, a cauldron of broth and brisket on the bottom of it, the smell filling the chamber. On top of the cart, were several large bowls with cloth being placed over them, as within mounds of small doughy balls laid. A fine meal Gore learned about from some miners in Stelt. As the Skakdi eagerly awaited to be served their meals, a thunderous thump silenced the room, as Drukarus rose from his spot, from the seat, where Barius would have sat at the head of the room. The hall was silent, every single Skakdi focusing their gaze on him. Some were confused, others were annoyed, but most were anxious and filled with anticipation at what the warlord had to say. With a brief second longer of silence, Drukarus surveyed the room as his voice spoke out, booming outwards in a dominant tone. “Warskak, your warlord thanks you for your patience. You have done well to busy yourselves and to wait for the call to arms. Barius has made his command, it is time for the warskak to once more go out to raid and pillage.” Cheers started to spring up from the assembled mass, but with another drop of his maul, the room once more fell to silence, confusion upon the faces of all. “Allow me to finish. We are to raid once more, yes, but we will not be claiming the vast treasures that lie within the city of Metru-Nui, for Barius fears that his warskak is unprepared for it. I believe what he says is true, but I do not agree with him that we should simply abandoned this opportunity. We are Skakdi, born and bred into battle and raised upon the succor of conquest. To think we could not take a war-torn city, its soldiers exhausted, injured, and fearful of any further conflict. It is an insult to us all!” The warlords voice rose into a crescendo, the bellow of fury inciting the spirits of the warriors before him. “And so, that is why I shall lead this campaign myself. And if Barius wishes to defy it, then he may walk out his chambers and face me personally! In one weeks time, we shall march forth from the gates of Fort Nektann, march across the desert sands, and bring War To Metru-Nui!" As his words settled, one by one, the roar of Skakdi filled the space, as their spirits had been set aflame. Though only time would tell whether or not they shall follow the warlord’s full ascension as ruler, he knew now then, they would follow him into battle. Now it was merely a matter of making them into the soldiers he desired, into soldiers fit for an empire. OOC: @NorikSigma @Conway @Kal the Guardian
  18. To be fair Kal, I don't think that's much of a roast. Especially considering Mr. Knichou, Bearer of the Mask of Creation, Last Survivor of Nynrah, Captain Commander Admiral of the Taku and its associate ships, ego probably protects him from such pity slights.
  19. IC: Vulimai (Kini-Nui) "Vulimai? Can I have a moment of your time?" Vulimai stopped in her pace in following Knichou, Ostrox, and Stannis, as she was approached by the tentacled form of Whisper. She knew it was best if she simply stepped past the Aspect, to ensure that the Toa and the Mantaxian don’t end up coming to blows. But, she had questions of her own for Whisper and she trusted that the sage Stannis would keep those two in line. “I’m a bit constrained for time at the moment, but yes, what is it you need Aspect Whisper?” “I have some… business to take care of, back home,” she said. “I just wanted to let someone know I was departing, and that I’m not sure how long I’ll be gone.” ‘Karz, suppose this really is my last chance.’ She thought to herself before speaking. “Before you leave, I need to know something,” Her expression grew grim as she spoke, “Did you know about the effect of the masks you infected, how those who wear them can’t willfully remove them?” “I’m aware. I didn’t realise that was unusual. Aren’t your kind supposed to keep your masks on?” “Technically yes, but that's not the issue. The issue is the fact that you didn’t inform me of such, and it is raising questions, like what else you haven’t told me concerning the masks?” Vulimai said, crossing her arms, intent on blocking Whisper’s way if they attempted to leave. “There’s much I haven’t told you, about a great many things,” Whisper replied thoughtfully, “Because you didn’t ask, it wasn’t relevant… or it was my own business.” “Well, me allowing you to infect the Matoran has made it my business. And these masks,” She pointed towards the one upon her own face, “Makes whatever you know relevant, as it affects my charges. So tell me now, what do these masks do, completely?” “The masks give you the power to protect your people, and your people the power to protect themselves,” Whisper said. “Unless something adverse has occurred to make you believe otherwise?” “Yes, they give us power. But power never comes without a cost, I've come to understand that. I’ve also come to understand that certain...Magic are able to bind people’s wills. So, tell me, what is the cost for this power or am I mistaken in my suspicions?” Vulimai said skeptically and suspicious. “I fear you’re mistaken. In the month I’ve been among your people, many have worn my masks, and none have suffered side effects that I’m aware of. So… what has provoked this sudden suspicion? If I possessed the power to bend wills, would I not simply use it to rid myself of your questions now?” Vulimai's gaze hardened upon the Aspect, trying to discern any hint of a lie from them. But all she had was their tone, and what body language that could be translated. And so, without any way to tell if they are lying or obscuring the truth, Vulimai seemed to relent slightly. “Earlier today, I attempted to remove my mask, simply just for the comfort of another Councilor. But I couldn’t, something forcefully stayed my hand. Now I’m suspicious, both of you and these masks. So, either you are lying to me and I can’t tell, or you are speaking the truth and I’m just skeptical.” “The masks cannot be removed. It’s not my doing, it’s simply part of the… spell, I suppose,” She explained. “Immersing the mask in energized protodermis should cleanse it, should you ever feel the need to forsake the power I’ve given you.” Vulimai nodded her head as Whisper shared the information, though she still stood slightly tensed, the sounds of the discussion and the actions of the Kaita Mech standing as far more pressing matters, but this was still a concern she needed to settle. “Energized protodermis, do you know of any other way? I do not want to risk the safety of my charges by exposing them to the substance.” “I believe your disks of Remove Poison would also have the desired effect, depending on their level.” “I see. In that case, lest there is anything else for you to share. I have nothing left to say. But, know this,” She jabbed an accusatory finger at the Aspect, “If anything goes wrong because of these masks, it’ll be on both of us and I promise the consequence will be equally severe.” Vulimai said with a threatening tone, her eyes piercing into them. “This seems a rather disproportionate reaction to realizing you were unable to remove your mask,” Whisper said, drifting a little closer. “If something more has happened, please tell me. If there is an issue with my masks, I can’t help if you won’t divulge the details.” Vulimai sighed, this wasn’t the time for a heart to heart, nor was Whisper the individual she would have thought to have one with. But, the Aspect at least seemed to be concerned about what effect the masks may have. And so, with no reason not to share, Vulimai informed the Aspect how she felt when she attempted to remove the mask; how heavy it weighed, how it stung her mind with an icy grip, how even before then, the mask simply just felt wrong. Though she kept her expression calm, a twinge of emotion still lined her words, speaking volumes to the weight of it. “I see…” Whisper floated there for a few moments in contemplative silence. “I apologize. I didn’t realize it would feel that way.” “Well, you wouldn’t know, as you do not wear a mask. Let alone one of your own infected masks. If there isn’t anything else,” Looking behind Whisper, Vuliami saw as the bunker opened, the golden liquid pouring out. “I think our talk here is finished.” “Very well. I’ll see you when I return.” Stepping past the Aspect, Vulimai at last approached the small gathering near the trough, just as Stannis had left. Looking between the gathered beings; Vulimai was intrigued by the Aspect Sorilax and his three Rahkshi, noted how Knichou was preoccupied, and the tension that filled Ostrox's form. Standing alongside the Mantaxian, Vulimai spoke up to them. "What did Stannis say? Anything not vague and helpful?" OOC: @Nato the Traveler @Toru Nui Thanks Nato for this quick jam.
  20. IC: Drukarus (Fort Nektann) “Actually, I haven’t seen Barius in a while. I wonder what he’s been up to.” At Krrenchk's statement, Drukarus shifted his gaze towards Parnassus, granting the Aspect a knowing look and nod. To the common ranks amongst the Warskak, Barius had seemingly decided to simply lock himself within the confines of his room, spending the past month appreciating the pleasures of being boss while relegating the menial everyday duties to his two confidants; both the demon and former warlord knew the truth. Barius has fallen gravely ill. Despite his wounds having been tended after the battle with Boss, and later further examined upon their return to the fort, it seemed like that infection and ailment claimed the fallen champion, forcing him to be bedridden since. Although rivalry marked the relationship between Drukarus and Parnassus, the two of them unanimously agreed on their next course of action; they agreed to hide the truth, to rule in proxy. In truth, that was what they’re previous argument had boiled down to — even Detsu was not wholly aware of what had befallen Barius. And so, the demon and the warskak had been drafted into a pantomime, playing at Barius’ power. Truly, Parnassus needed Drukarus’ permission to raid — and, truly, Parnassus spent endless hours dreaming of a present where they had been the only one to discover their desecrated’s condition. A present where they ruled Fort Nektann… Still, though. Perhaps it was…still possible…to arrange things in their own favor… “Been a while since I’ve seen the big man, either,” Parnassus said, the rough-hewn quartet making their way up to the entrance to Barius’ chambers. Two warskaks guarded the door, but a wave of Parnassus’ hand sent them scuttling away into the shadows. The four of them alone outside of Barius’ chambers, Drukarus gave all those near him one last look. For Parnassus, it was one to see if they held any protest to what they were about to reveal. To Detsu and Krrenchk, it was him gauging them, wondering if they should be made privy to what was behind this door. But they held a purpose, one that Drukarus hoped they could both fulfill. Opening the door and leading the way into the dimly lit space, Drukarus struck a match and lit a nearby lantern, revealing the space in full, and showing off the withered figured who laid upon his cot, his breaths shallow and his face gaunt; Barius, warlord of Fort Nektann. Krrenchk’s jaw fell open behind his mask as he peered upon Barius’ frail and sickly form. He smoothly injected a really thought out and conversation enhancing remark, “Uhhhhhh?” He looked from Parnassus to Detsu to Drukarus as his mind reeled. What was going on here? Even Detsu, normally unflappable, was taken aback. Parnassus, on the other hand, did not break stride as they advanced upon the bedridden warlord. Their shadows lapped at Barius’ appendages and nipped at the gaps of his armor — but they did no more than that. The Aspect, as ever, kept a tight rein on them. Barius did not even open his eyes. To Parnassus’ knowledge, Barius had not opened his eyes since Corrivalis. “Guess Barius didn’t manage as well against Boss as we had assumed,” Parnassus said, making the vaguest efforts towards subterfuge. After all, what did it matter if Detsu and Krrenchk were aware of Parnassus’ conspiracy? Barius was dead anyway, and in his place… “Unfortunate,” the Aspect said, turning to face the group, holding their hands in their air, feigning helplessness, “but to be expected in this line of work, wouldn’t you agree? Of course, this will make asking permission for a raid a bit more difficult…” “You insolent—” was what Detsu had just begun to say, reaching behind his back for the axe he carried, when those shadows that Parnassus normally kept oh-so-reined-in were let loose. They whipped at his legs, taking them out from underneath the ancient warskak and sending him toppling to the ground, stunned. Krrenchk’s optics went wide and he quickly sequestered himself as far away as possible while still being in the room. Okay, really, what was happening? “Enough!” Drukarus bellowed out, punctuating his words by slamming the Fist of Ruk into the floor, not allowing this meeting to turn into a straight-up brawl. And with that, a weight was placed upon all those attending, as if another Skakdi had chosen to clamber up onto their shoulders, holding on tightly around their necks. A warbling field of purple surrounding the head. With his other hand, he yanked Detsu back up onto his feet. Glaring at those attending with a sharp gaze, it being particularly poignant towards Detsu and Parnassus. ‘Huh, so Detsu didn’t serve him. Interesting.’ The warlord thought to himself before speaking. “Barius has fallen ill, he has been ill for a month since our return. It was slow at first, but it seems an infection has taken hold over him. This ailment has been tended to as best we could, but in order to keep the fort from collapsing in upon itself over the right of leadership, we have elected to hide the truth...Do you two understand?” Drukarus said, questioning Detsu and Krrenchk, now alleviating the weight he had placed upon them all to prevent any further bloodshed. Krrenchk quickly nodded as emphatically as possible, the weight of Drukarus’ element a heavy reminder of the older Skakdi’s prowess and wisdom before it was lifted. For a moment he instinctively went to retaliate, but he realized the situation and how he wanted no part in any bids for power. He just wanted to fight, not lead. Why did others always have to make things so complicated? Detsu found his footing again and — casting a look full of murder at the demon — and nodded without haste. “Good,” Parnassus said, glancing over to Drukarus and allowing their shadows to gather back around their feet.. It occurred to them just now that Drukarus might have had some design in letting these two outsiders into their little conspiracy. “Alas, my friends,” the Aspect said in honeyed tones, “it appears that our dear Barius’ wounds have become too infected to bear. If he lives to the next dawn, it will be an existence hardly worth clinging to.” There was a sound like something small choking — it took Detsu a moment to realize that Parnassus was trying to mimic a stifled sob. Drukarus sneered internally at the pathetic display of Parnassus, the foul thing not even having the decency to wear their dispassion on their sleeves. For Drukarus’ part, he did not show sorrow nor remorse, for he felt neither in regards to Barius’ death, all he felt was disappointment. “I will have to agree...I do not think Barius will survive the night. And as such, the question of leadership will arise.” He turned his gaze towards Detsu and Krrenchk, as he asked the two of them, “Do either of you know of a time, where a leader of this fort has fallen, not to a challenger, but to ailment or battle?” Krrenchk warily stepped from the corner he had found, shrugging. He hadn’t cared much who he followed so long as he got to raid and pillage, so he hadn’t thought to keep track of who was leading him. Lately it had been the two Nektanns and then Barius after that. He had no idea who it was before that, nor did he really care. “If there was, it would have been even before my time,” Detsu admitted. “Then it seems that we’re living in unprecedented times!” Parnassus said, wiping away an imaginary tear. “In which case, I…find myself thinking that we will need a leader who was privy to Barius’ dreams and desires. So as to best to…how do you say it? Carry his…torch forward.” “No.” Drukarus simply said at Parnassus’ suggestion. “Barius had ruled for only a day, if you were to be so generous...Lest he had more of a follower than I myself knows about, then all that would do is give the warriors of the Warskak a target...One they could hope to overthrow.” The words Drukarus spoke were not conjecture or assumption, they were facts as all within the room, even the uncultured demon would understand them. “I have seen it many times before, how even the mightiest of Warskaks have fallen and succumbed to infighting. If the Warskak is to survive, then it will need a strong and wise leader...And a belief that Barius still lives.” A cold tone was in the former warlord’s words as he spoke. “But Barius does still live—” was what Detsu had begun to say, before shadows coiled up around his throat, hefting him up in the air. “Couldn’t agree more, Drukarus,” Parnassus said airily. “And with that said, I humbly accept your call for me to shoulder the burden of ruling from Barius’ very long shadow. After all, what else have I been doing all this time?” If Parnassus had anything more to say, than none but themself would have known what those word may have been, as catching them by the throat, was the claws of the gauntlet known as the Tahtorak’s Maw, with Drukarus’ grip nearly as strong as the heavy gaze he gave them. Leaning his head in towards the demon, his grip fierce and ready sever their head from their shoulders, he spoke through strained words and with an even more constrained anger lining. “Know this, Demon, I only now show you mercy for I do not wish this meeting to be marred by needless bloodshed. You would do wise to watch yourself, and to remove your vile coils from the throat of my kindred.” A thud and gasping could be heard from behind him, as Detsu was released, the elder Skak attempting to catch their breath as their hand clutched at their sore throat. Hearing that, Drukarus slowly and carefully, removed his hand from the Aspect’s own throat, slight etchings from where the bladed clawed had grasped remaining still. “Barius does live Detsu...But not for long, as he is upon the eve of death himself. It is now merely whether he shall pass slowly and agonizingly, or swiftly and mercifully...But, regardless, this illusion, this facade, it shall remain for as long as we can keep it...with me ruling in his stead. And if the illusion is ever broken? If there are challenges to my leadership? Then let them challenge me for rulership by rite of battle as is the way of our kind.” With his words spoken, his gaze fell upon all within, his final sentence being as much of a challenge to those around him as it was to those who dwelled within the fortress itself, them unaware of what was currently occurring, their future being decided here and now. Parnassus and Detsu glanced at each other, and each saw the same desire for combat — albeit for different reasons. But they both also saw an acknowledgement of a truth: Drukarus was too strong for either one of them to win against. Not now, anyway. Not with just the two of them… “Hail, Drukarus,” Detsu said, straightening his back. “May Irnakk’s wrath burn the land around you, but never touch your feet.” And Parnassus? They had already slunk back over to where Barius lay. They looked down at their fallen leader … their first desecration. They looked down at him— --and his slowly beating heartlight. Krrenchk nodded. Okay, this made way more sense. Hopefully they could get to raiding soon. This little conversation here felt like it was taking days to accomplish. He just wanted to get out and do something. With the acceptance of those in attendance, Drukarus spoke, his words already carrying the hint of one who ruled. “Good, then be off with you two, Krrenchk, Detsu, return to your duties...And if any ask, do not tell them a lick of the truth of what occurred here. Tell them Barius yet still lives, that I am his right hand, and if any of them have concerns...Bring them to me.” He said, annunciate each syllable of his final command. With a wave of his hand, the two other Skakdi began to leave the chamber, Drukarus quickly on their heels. But the warlord stopped, as he turned towards Parnassus with a knowing look, him speaking up with a softer tone, sympathy lacing his words. “It is a shame, it truly is. He earned the title of warlord, even if he was not able to assert such a title. Ensure there is nothing left.” He said emotionlessly, raising his head as he looked into the sunken gaze of the demon that loomed hungrily over the young warlord, a twinge of shame within his mind. “And...show the young one an ounce of mercy, ensure a weapon is held within his hands. He will need it for where he is going...as Irrnak does not know mercy.” And with that, he left Parnassus to commit to his foul act. Leaving the chambers that were once Barius’ own, crossing gangplank and walkway, down corridor and hall, a shameful thought once more made itself known within the Warlord’s mind. It was one he had tried to bury deeply when he thought of it a month before, but the sight of the wavering young Skak dragged it once more to the forefront of his thoughts. He had poisoned Barius, slowly, carefully, but assuredly he knew the end of what he did. He had killed Barius, not through honor, nor bloodshed, simply through a cowardly act. But it was for the best he knew, Barius could not live up to the task he would have forced upon the Skakdi, he knew that his dream of kingdom, an empire, would not have stood upon the foundations they would have laid. And so, once more dashing away his latest regret, he continued forth, burdened by one more sin of his, yet unflinching in stride. Like he always has done. OOC: @Conway @Kal the Guardian Fort Nektann yet lives! Thank you Kal and Conway with your help for this jam. Let's get to raiding.
  21. IC: Vulimai (Kini-Nui) As Ostrox spoke his sarcastic words, Vulimai couldn't help but agree, crossing her arms as she looked towards Knichou with an accusatory look. 'Yes, how very odd.' She thought to herself. "Appearances be as they may, Ostrox believes that there is more too them then meets the eye. He believes they are deliberately being held back by some unseen force, presumably the spirit of Mata-Nui. Otherwise, he believes they would have already wandered both in-land and into the city." OOC: @Toru Nui @BULiK
  22. IC: Vulimai (Kini-Nui) Nale told him...Of course Nale told him, why wouldn't she, she trusted Knichou with her life. That much was obvious. So, if that was the case...Why hadn't Bronk informed her. A momentary sour look swept across Vulimai's face before she looked back up towards Knichou and answered his question. "I do not know if you encountered them yet, but the undead that lurk around the moat of Metru-Nui. Those undead were directly spawned by Mata-Nui himself. I do not know if he still controls them or not, but they are his creations, and they are a threat." OOC: @BULiK @Toru Nui
  23. IC: Vulimai (Kini-Nui) Watching the guard take off the injured Toa and Nale coming after them, Vulimai watched them for a few seconds concerned, before meeting Knichou, the only one's remaining now being him, herself, and Ostrox. Thankfully, there was no need to find an 'office'. "Toa Knichou, glad of you to stay and I thank you for your swift arrival. I..I mean we." Vulimai said, gesturing towards Ostrox. "Have information we need to share. I am under the impression Toa Nale was informed of this, but I do not know if she had told you. It would make things easier if she had. Knichou..." This was serious, if there was anything that told Knichou that this was serious, it was the fact that Vulimai had broke professionalism and simply called him Knichou and not Toa. "We have another threat to be concerned about, one potentially more significant than Aurax or even the Tahtorak. Mata-Nui. It seems his influence may still remain, and not for the better of all Matoran-kind, let alone any kind." OOC: @BULiK @Toru Nui
  24. IC: Vulimai (Kini-Nui) "Shame, and unfortunately no as I haven't had the time yet. The other village leaders wanted feared Aurax' control over the Vahki and had an idea to remove them from his control. I voted against such a notion not wanting to risk instigating another war. After that, the Earth Portal opened, and as you see, we have injured." Vulimai gestured behind herself, towards where the Matoran were trying to assist Katrin, Jutori, and Arkius, some of them running of towards the Ice Portal and others towards the village in hopes of finding healers. Turning her head, she saw as the Taku landed near them, "But, once this situation is handled, you can share what you know, but about Mata-Nui and of the Far Shore." "Is everything under control? You said Toa were injured." "What's Arkius' condition like? May I speak with him?" The two Toa approached her, quickly bombarding her with questions. Turning towards Knichou, Vulimai answered him first, "Currently, yes. The portal is sealed but Toa Arkius, Katrin, and Jutori are injured, with Arkius and Jutori having collapsed." She shifted her gaze towards Nale, noting her intense gaze...And how they shifted briefly towards Arkius. "He's currently unconscious and without mask, neither of which are good. Best to leave him where he is, I would advise against moving him." OOC: @Toru Nui @BULiK @Tarn @The UltimoScorp @Onaku
  25. IC: Apex (Fau Swamp, Air Suva) The ruins, they were...familiar to her, like a vague imprint or outline within the coiling shadows of her mind. But even being within the presence of such a stone edifice didn't do so much as rattle her thoughts then actually cause any form of memory or elder knowledge to rise to the surface. Disappointing, but as an unnatural smear to the natural beauty of things, that was bound to happen regardless. Ascending the stairs, she entered the central atrium, her side-stepping past a whole within the rotten floor. She hoped that this decaying edifice didn't break beneath her own weight. The air flowed easily though the space, the chirping and chittering of insects and birds surrounding the place. It was peaceful, but peace was not what she had come for. Tilting her head towards the Suva structure within the center of the room, Apex directed Waveahk to examine the structure as she personally examined the moss and vine tangled walls. OOC: @Toru Nui @Eyru IC: Vulimai (Kini-Nui) Waiting for the arrival of the Taku, and having a chance to chew out Knichou once more, she was surprised as another voice spoke up from behind her. "Commander! Is now a bad time? Now seems like a bad time." Turning around, she was greeted by the purple visage of Ostrox, though a troublesome feel was about it. "Ah Ostrox, I didn't notice you there. No, currently the situation is under control, I can give you the full rundown later if you wish. But for now, I presume you have returned from Nuju and his little Far Shore scavenger hunt? What did you find there, any answers to our problem?" OOC: @Toru Nui
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