BenLuke

"Only one version". As for the rest of your questions: *Shrug* PM Auron and ask him, it's his idea. Although he might lose control of it if for some inexplicable reason he decides that we won't be making them bikers. Because that's an awesome idea.

My villainous character turned kind of anti-villain-ish pretty quickly, and my heroic character is becoming more and more of an anti-hero as time goes on. I'm personally for using Conquest/Victory version of the first horseman, but for originalities sake I'd be happy for any thing besides pestilence, really.

Sure, why not. I don't think I even finished my profile for the Fourse Horsemen group some people were planning back in early 2011.

IC: After claiming the cabin's key from the notch on the wall it hung Kethyre vanished into the cabin. "Er- apologies for the wait, Turaga," he said, nodding at Matau. "I'll talk to Kongu or the ship's captain soon as I find them about travel arrangements for the rest of you. Sorry, really, things just keep turning up. We' will get you back home and safe soon, promise. " Unless some group of scum with a lot of weapons and no better way to spend their time decides that a long, drawn out battle would be a good remedy for boredom, but that's really out of our control. The Turaga of Air murmured something along the lines of "yes" and followed Kethyre as they left the cabin, locking the door behind them. "Ah, sorry if I'm disturbing something," Kethrye said, rejoining Kethuri and Naru, who seemed to be conversing of at least partially personally nature. "But it's time to go."

IC: Feongulf silently padded over to the inn's bar and reached for the pouch at her waist. "Room for the night, please," she said, mouth twisting into a grin as she dropped the last of her widgets onto the aged oak tabletop. The barkeep stared down at her for a moment, then glanced back at Xerov. "Upstairs, second door on the right," he said finally, swiping up the currency and leaving a small key in it's place. Sliding the key off the table and into her hand, Feongulf nodded tersely at the establishment's proprietor before turning and striding back to her companion. "Right, then."

IC: "Should have enough right here," Kethrye replied, mentally counting the beings gathered nearby. "If his Parakuku goes berserk on us we should have no much trouble containing him, not without the shock from our fist encounter. . ."

So, any one else play this? Just got it a couple of days ago with some early Christmas money and have had a lot of fin with it so far.

The exact anatomy of BZPRPG character varies depending on who's writing, some people seem to portray their characters more or less exactly like humans while others write as if they're entirely robotic, with most falling somewhere in between.

IC: "After what's been happened the last couple days, I really couldn't blame them." said Kethrye, sighing and beginning to walk towards the Fowadi's gangplank. "But time is short, so short be really shouldn't h=just be standing here, let's get moving." He strode up the ship's plank and headed towards the Turaga's cabin.

. . .Should we being looking forward to this? Or running in terror?

IC: "Not really," Kethrye said in reply, grinning at Plagia's reappearance. Hey, now at least some of my old friends are still around, was getting worried there. "We're just going over here to escort Turaga Matau back to Le-Koro, and hopefully find out wherever the rest of us all went. Seriously, where the karz is everyone?"

^^ Obviously, armor forged from plastics is the way of the future.

IC: Kethrye swung his head back to Kehuri, his brow rising and one side of his mouth twisting up to form a grin. "Good thinking. As soon as we get the Turaga's transit organized we can focus on putting our plans on that front into action." he said, nodding at the Toa of Earth.

IC: Feongulf nodded, pulling open the inn's rusty door, sounds of boisterous and yet slightly menacing conversation reaching her ears as she stepped inside.

IC: Waving an arm above his head in greeting as they approached the ship, Kethrye gestured towards Naru and Kehuri, the others from the Fowadi's crew as he began a reply to the call. "It's just us. We're here to move Turaga Matau back to his village, and possibe organized the transportation of the others. And find out were exactly the my men are." What the karz happened to them? Is my leadership so weak that none will follow me, even to defend one of the Koro's themselves? he thought, perplexed, before he shook his head to clear his mind of the pessimism that seemed to cover under everyone and everything of late. No, can't be. We will carry on, unity strengthening us to succeed in our duty, and maybe even fulfilling our destiny or some crud like that. It'll all work out in the end. Right?

And small islands blowing up has no basis in real world history, no sirree.

OOC: Lazy filer post. IC: "Sure, sure," Kethrye replied, stopping an holding out his hand for the two to shake. "Welcome aboard, and all that. Now, if you would let us get back to business. . ."

IC: Kethrye shrugged before replging to Kehuri. "Matoran of Sonics. Wears a pair of earmuffs but is otherwise unremarkable. Obviously, not the most instantly recognizable figure." The lift reached the forest floor, thumbing against the ground beneath and allowing the trio of beings to exit. They were greeted by a Toa of Fire, taller then the norm, with armor pitted from what must have been thousands of years of combat, which seemed to clash with his otherwise average build. Kethrye eyed the newcomer suspiciously, preparing to draw his own weapon if the Toa of Fire made a move for the scimitar at his waist. "Excuse me, I hope I am not interrupting, but who do I go to to join the ILF?" said he. "Ah," Kethrye said, his suspicion relaxing somewhat. "That would be me. And no, it's not a problem. Who exactly are you?" Kethrye took a few steps and continued with Naru and Kehuri towards were the Fowadi was anchored. "Momentarily, we're retrieving the Turaga Matau from where he and the other elders are being held for their own protection, and any aid you can provide would be much appreciated."

IC: Kethrye grinned in return. "So we see things more or less the same, then," he replied, the elevator's motor beginning wind the platform down to the jungle floor below. "Problem is, Ambages is hardly the sort to let anyone easily track his movements, he could be anywhere on the island far's we know." And even if we did find him, he's no doubt surrounded himself with enough bodyguards make getting a hold of him a fair bit difficult. Followers of Makuta, possibly, considering the obvious connection, or perhaps he's the one behind this Xa-Koroin army? They could even be what set the Kumu Islets's destruction into motion, if the conspiracy is as powerful as they're claimed. he thought, theories running through his mind in a jumbled secession. And now I'm starting to sound as paranoid as Aparangi. . .

IC: Kethrye grimaced, continuing to tread along the palm wood walkway. "Ambages is an architect, the best on the best island, actually. Several months ago, he came to Madrihk, the leader before myself, with an offer he'd couldn't refuse, blueprints for the fortification of Pala-Koro. Obviously, we took him up on the offer. "Which turned out to be a terrible idea. After the work was done we soon had a horde of Makuta's servants on our doorstep; While we were on the defense the Matoran the Toa Aitua captured, who had been disguised as one of the workers, used what we had been told was a device designed to defend us to blow our fortifications to to karz . Betrayal is the simplest answer, really, especially considering what the information Aparangi got from interrogating the prisoner." Kethrye signed as they approached one of the elevators to the forest floor. He waved for Kehuri and Naru to enter before him. "Problem is, we really have no way to prove any of this, and no one's going to believe it on on our words alone. Hold, hard, evidence, that's what we need; And what we lack."

IC: "Right," Feogulf muttered in affirmative, striding towards the door of the inn. This rate, we'll be standing around trading banter till morning before we even get the inn-keep.

OOC: Are we assuming our characters where at the meeting last night that's still technically in session? IC: "Last night? Sorry it's all a bit of a blur-" Kethrye replied, nodding in greeting to the Toa of Plasma stepping over and joining him and Kehuri. Another Fowadi crew member, yeah, that's why I recognize her. "-Wait, I think I can recall it, Was just wondering what you need Toa Aparangi for, exactly. Not particularly relevant, at this point. "Anyway, I was going to go about gathering the ILF together and transporting Turaga Matau back here," he continued, beginning to walk again an turning his head back towards the two beings behind him. "Care to give me a hand?"