Harvali

IC Kanohi - Le-Wahi - Le-Koro Kanohi winced. Hakari wasn’t wrong, he needed a doctor, but in honesty he imagined he feel the Guuko Force breathing down his neck. This level of surveillance was unsettling, being watched, studied. And if a healer did a more thorough examination, maybe they would notice things, and then the Guuko Force might lock him up. Th-then that fire again. He … he should be able to trust in his fellow Matoran. But he could not help but feel uneasy. He … he should wait for Ga-Koro, they had been militarized in the past, but well, if he did find Nichou there, he wouldn’t be alone. Then again, Hakari was here. He only just met her, but she seemed heroic, valiantly fighting the parasite, helping carry Ramaka here, and she was humble too. It … it could be an act, but it would have been very easy for her to capture him while he had his meltdown, or when he was distracted helping Ramaka. Still, he couldn’t exactly ask her to watch over him as a healer probed him. So instead he gestured towards an inn. He had suffered these attacks long enough to know he could endure them, he was a Matoran of Iron after all. He could just rest it off. Ramaka for her part said, “Yeah it’s … still not the easiest to breathe. I … thank you two once again. Seriously.” She departed the party, heading off to get medical assistance. OOC: @Snelly

IC Kanohi - Le-Wahi - Le-Koro Kanohi nodded and his hand strayed from his lighter, beginning to click his bracelet instead, not to speak but to stim. He closed his optics in thought. It’s true he had not visited Le-Koro often recently, but for him to miss the return of the Makuta… Why didn’t his visions show him anything? Or, had they? Was his dreams of black smoke and flame strangling him, was that not just trauma? Had he been misinterpreting that vision? Was it meant to represent the return of the master of shadows? Ramaka coughed suddenly as she stood up. “Um, I just wanted to say, thank you. Without you two I would have drowned or worse; been infested by that awful plant. I would love to give you something, but I … frankly I worry I might be in trouble these next few weeks. Still if you ever need a favor, reach out.” Kanohi nodded vaguely, though he was mostly distracted. He had not been in a Koro when the Dark Walk opened, he had not been there when the Rahkshi invaded from beneath. He did not know the horror of the Makuta firsthand. Only his servants. But his visions had helped him fill in the blanks. And if the Makuta had indeed returned, life on Mata-Nui would only get harsher. With a ding they group reached Le-Koro, stepping off the elevator onto the first of many platforms and walkways of the Village of Air. OOC: @Snelly Been reminded that trade between Zakaz/Seprilli does not exist yet, so I guess that Lesterin was lying, using his returned memories to trick Ramaka

IC Kanohi - Le-Wahi - Le-Koro Never mind then. Kanohi followed after Hakari, lost in thought. Seeing the Koro this agitated, it was unsettling. As the elevator rose he turned to Ramaka and clicked his bracelet, asking her, “Do you know why the villagers seem upset?” Things were not so urgent now, he could afford to spell out each word. But before she could answer, a De-Matoran also on the elevator interrupted quietly, “You haven’t heard? Rumors quick-fly, the Makuta has returned.” Ramaka fell to her feet, and Kanohi almost collapsed to the railing. The Makuta had returned? That was one thing he had taken solace in, that his former leader Stannis had defeated the Makuta, saving the island from that god of evil. Even as they restrained him, drove his face into the flames, even as smoke polluted his lungs and his vocal processor, even when he he stayed for what seemed like years, forgotten by his Companions, he … he knew at least that his dear leader had stopped the Makuta. Kanohi instinctually felt for his lighter, tucked away in the interior of one of his wooden masks. He fingered it, should he attempt a vision now? But … he already had one, and though parts of it was distorted, he knew he had a heading. He was to head to Ga-Koro, and find Nichou and Nale. Whoever the latter was. He knew Dece did not matter in the cosmic scheme of things, but the masked vigilante Kanohi might be able to do something, maybe shuttle Matoran to safety while the Toa Mary fought the Makuta. He … he had to try. OOC: @Snelly

IC Kanohi - Le-Wahi - The Fau Swamp Kanohi grappled after Hakari, barreling through the canopy with each squeeze of his Volo Lutu Launcher. Twigs and leaves snapped against him, but he always managed to land on the bigger branches and not plummet into the swamp. And soon enough they could see the edge of Le-Koro. Chutes wove between the trees, Matoran shunting through the tubes to difference platforms. They flew as if they harnessed the power of Kadin, whipping through the air. A few waved as the trio approached the city, but most moved to fast to notice the two Matoran and the Lesterin. But those who moved slower, the trio might notice they seemed skittish, more than a few clutching spears and Volo Lutu Launchers. The vigilante faintly remembered a humble village supported by the trees. But this was a city, raised above the treetops like the metal towers of his visions. The huts were nog as grand as those visions, woven and supported to recall the hives of Nui-Rama. But the platforms the huts stood on were massive, winding walkways stretched across the trees among the chutes, and some of the treetops had been flatted to build great forums and markets, even a Kohlii arena stood above the trees, though it looked like the games were closed though. Kanohi gradually noticed there were a few Le-Matoran flying over them atop Gukko, peering down with telescopes, their co pilots holding Patero Launchers and disk launchers. None of them were doing anything yet but following the trio, but it was troubling. Come to think of it, there were a few members of the Guuko Force patrolling, a few riding atop Nui-Rama. The city seemed a bit agitated. They did not seem aggressive, but they certainly were alert. Had a Rahi had been rampaging nearby? A wild Rahkshi? Kanohi descended towards the lower reaches of the tree, the Le-Koro guard did not like him trying to grapple to the city, he got in trouble last time he did that, especially because he was struggling to speak that day. Le-Koro was strict about all visitors and travelers entering via the elevators or the landing pads, and the vigilante could not fly. They were very firm on questioning anyone entering the city as to their business there. The vigilante winced. He would not exactly be able to advocate to be let in, and Ramada might have lost a lot of her personal belongings in the swamp, which might make it hard for her to prove her identity. Getting into the Koro might not be easy. OOC: @Snelly

IC Kanohi - Le-Wahi - The Fau Swamp Kanohi stepped back and gestured to Ramaka. The Le-Matoran blushed and said, “Um, thank you, I … I appreciate the help.” She climbed atop the Lesterin’s back, on the ground she was clumsy, but she was more at how scaling trees, or in this case Hakari. In the meantime the Fe-Matoran vigilante drew his Volo Lutu Launcher and squeezed the trigger, shooting the hook and its cord skyward. The hook latched around a tree branch, and he braced himself as the springs wrenched him from the tree’s roots, hurtling him into the tree. He tumbled onto a branch, a few twigs snapping against his chassis. Fe-Matoran were not exactly adapted to living in a swamp. Still he recovered swiftly, and readied himself to grapple to the next tree. It might take time to reach Le-Koro. As he clutched his Volo Lutu Launcher, a faint smile crept beneath his many masks. Ramaka was alive, he had saved her life. Like a hero would. He had saved a Matoran life today shortly after rescuing a Taku, the stress of his visions aside, this day had been a good one. True, he had not slain the plant, but that mattered little. Killing lives was easy, saving lives was harder, and far more important. No disrespect to Hakari or course, without her (literal) quick actions Kanohi and Ramaka both could have been infested by the plant. Then all he would have been was a shambling puppet. But instead he had saved lives today, he had been a hero. His clicked his bracelet to stim, just pleased that he had actually been a hero today, him and Hakari. OOC: @Snelly

IC Kanohi - Le-Wahi - The Fau Swamp Kanohi gradually forced himself to click faster, he was worrying Hakari. He shouldn’t do that. Gradually the clicking exhausted his heartlight’s pulsing, and he sat up, sheathing his Volo Lutu Launcher for the moment. His heartlight still was unnatural quick, but he was stable. He started to speak, but only a wheeze came out. Sighing, he began to click his bracelet again. Ramaka listened and said, “I — oh um, it’s like a telepraph. I think he is saying, on um … he says those things happen occasionally to him, he once was caught in … in a terrible fire and … it messed up his insides. It’s one of the reasons he says he probably should head for Ga-Koro, for a healer.” The vigilante was not entirely lying, but he was certainly playing around with the order of events and causes. He … he had to be careful. He continued and Ramaka translated, “He says first, oh, thank you. He says first he should drop me off in Le-Koro, it’s closer.” Kanohi nodded. It was true. She needed proper medical help, there might still be mud in her lungs. Le-Koro was closest, and she had to do her business to, and without her Guuko she would be vulnerable to all the beasts and plants of the swamp. He would escort her there. Afterwards, he would head to Ga-Koro. But … was he ready to face Nichou? He … it had been so long, no doubt the Matoran had achieved a great destiny, helping the many Koro. And he … he had been a prisoner for most of that time, he didn’t even escape on his own, that strange Toa sacrificed themself to save him. Only recently had he begin to rescue travelers in the swamp. Only recently had he actually began doing anything vaguely important. What if Nichou left him again? Was it worth the risk of being tossed aside like trash? He … he didn’t know. OOC: @Snelly

IC Kanohi - Le-Wahi - The Fau Swamp ”Oh yeah, he said it’s off the coast of a dark continent, home to a race of savages, ” the Le-Matoran said, “It’s a land of merchants. He said he wanted to do business with Le-Koro. Though, maybe he was just hoping to sabotage us.” Kanohi listened casually as he continued to wipe clean the inner mechanisms of his Volo Lutu Launcher. He really needed to get a wrist mounted one, or at least find a way to strap the grappling gun he possessed to his arm. If he had dropped it in the mud… The Matoran of Air sighed, laughing bitterly, “I don’t even think I got his name. Guess I’m too trusting. Bode says one of these days I’ll lose my Heartlight because of my nativity. Oh, my name is Ramaka.” Kanohi flinched as she spoke. For a minute, a spike of pain erupted into his skull, pulsating through his sensors until his mask seemed to rattle. He rubbed his head to massage away the pain he … he knew those names but he didn’t know those names. He … flashes, a shepherd, weeds sprouting from the ground, a crime; his central processor flared up with these images. He … his breathing was speeding up. He quickly reassembled his Volo Lutu Launcher and put away his tools. Ramaka suddenly bolted upright, facing the mud. “Oh no, Karzahni. I … I had an order from an Onu-Matoran named Nichou, Ga-Koro was expecting refugees, he needed lumber to assemble shelter for … um, are you okay…?” The vigilante Fe-Matoran was shaking, his heartlight a violent storm. He felt himself falling, splashing into the swamp. Tendrils of mud coiled around him, ensnaring him and dragging him into a raw blackness. Kanohi held his breath as he sank into the gloom, pressure building in his chest. Darkness engulfed him, the only light was his heartlight. And then finally he gasped, expelling bubbles around him. But he did not suffocate, no mud filled his lungs. Instead the bubbles shimmered under his heartlight, lifting up until they were the stars in the sky. He reached for the stars, only for his outstretched hand to fire his Volo Lutu Launcher. He was hurled forward ripped airborne with power beyond a Kakama. Then with an explosion of water he smashed into the ocean, the wave borne of his impact se ding violent tremors into scores of lily pads, each with huts built atop them. As he flipped onto his back he could see Ga-Matoran treading water around him, he … there faces were blurry. But among the villagers of Ga-Koro he saw two faces. One was … his old friend. Nichou, another Matoran who had traveled with Stannis. Another Matoran who was unimportant, who did not matter, who was … who Stannis left behind. Who was right to leave behind. The other was a Toa of Magnetism. No, she was a Matoran of Magnetism. No, she was a Toa it … she flickered in his optics. And Nichou, was he a Toa of Iron? No this … this vision was distorting with nonsense again, Nichou was a Onu-Matoran, Kanohi remembered— Kanohi fell like a stone, smacking on the mangrove’s roots. Some of the roots shattered from his fall, but the rest stayed firm. He stood there, panting as the vision faded. His hands shook even as he began to click his bracelet frantically. He … Nichou. He has to find Nichou. OOC: @Snelly

Question, I was looking up an old labeled map of Mata-Nui, and I think the Fau Swamp might be in the wrong place. The Le-Wahi topic describes the swamp as being on the East Coast, but from what I can see the labeled map put it on the west. Is the island layout different on BZPRPG Mata-Nui?

IC Kanohi - Le-Wahi - The Fau Swamp Kanohi could see the parasite was dying. It did not seem to learn, only seemed to respond by the plant equivalent to instinct. Hakari was right, what a strange plant. In his time in Le-Wahi he knew it was not uncommon for fires from Ta-Wahi to spread as far west as the coast, why wasn’t this plant already dead? It’s species could not have survived a forest fire, unless it was smart enough to go dormant. ”Th-Thank you,” the Le-Matoran finally manage to speak, ”I … I should have known not to trust that Lesterin. Sent so much widgets getting that rare Guuko food. ‘Fresh from the merchant isle of Seprilli’ he said.” She shook her head in frustration. Kanohi sighed out a hacking breath of air, if it was an invasive species that explained it. It was from a different environment, one friendly to its body. But way sell its spores of seeds as food? In the meantime, the Fe-Matoran had climbed up above the Le-Matoran, and was trying to multitask. As he monitored the Le-Matoran and Hakari, he moved slowly to reach behind one of his wooden masks, unhooking a metal screwdriver and a piece of cloth. He began to disassemble his Volo Lutu Launcher, wiping off the mud with his cloth. The situation seemed less urgent right now. The parasite finally crumbled to pieces, the Guuko laying limp. Perhaps the bush had simply been too young, had not fully developed enough to handle the Lesterin’s assaults. But the Guuko seemed to lay still, the light extinguished from its heartlight and its optics. The Rahi was likely dead, but puppeted no longer. OOC: @Snelly a hint for Hakari if you would want her to rediscover her roots

I have to say I love these Matoran. Small but easily recognizable as 2001 Matoran, and are even recognizable as their individual characters too. The way their arms are comparable with the current style of joints also means making MOCs would be easy too. And personally? I think I like the details of the mask. I do not know the legality of it if you were ever to sell these, but I would love to get a Kapura and a Macku in this style. Though knowing me I would have to get duplicates because I would carry them around everywhere and eventually they would break. More to the point, thank you so much for sharing, these look really cool.

IC Kanohi - Le-Wahi - The Fau Swamp The parasitic rose bush could puppet Rahi as complex and intelligent as a Guuko, but the plant itself was not that attention. Limited by the sole senses of touch and it’s primitive light detecting flowers, it saw the flame as a food source. Perhaps a titanic Heartlight? Or even the sun? As Haraki stabbed the tendrils actually moved to burrow into the torch, ready to feed. Its mistake only let the Lesterin ignite more of the plant, the vines began to flail as the fire burnt its petals to cinders and left it’s vines dried up and withered. If one could feel pity for such a frightening plant, one would feel it as some of its remaining vines reached towards the fire again. Lacking a brain and enough sensory information, the plant could not realize what had gone wrong. This was light, light strengthened it, feed it. Why did it hurt? The Guuko began to move less, it’s flailing slower. Much of the plant that puppeted it had been weakened, the bush was still alive but its infrastructure was disintegrating, it was losing the strength to lift the Guuko’s wings and drag it forward. As the Lesterin fought the plant, Kanohi had gone back to treating the injured Matoran. She was breathing easier now, most of the gunk had been swiped and expelled from her lungs. He helped her sit-up, propping her upright. The vigilante paused to look at her. She was a merchant, she might know the language of clicking. He grabbed his bracelet and began to tap it, mimicking the dots and dashes of a Telegraph. His words were unpracticed and disjointed, skipping over words for time. The bracelet clicked out, “I go help with plant. You call if you hurt.” The Le-Matoran nodded, and Kanohi turned away, raising his Volo Lutu Launcher. He fired it, and some mud squirted out. Blast it. Kanohi winced, he really would have to clean it out. For now he shook the Volo Lutu Launcher, digging at it with his metallic fingers. Hopefully he could pry out at least some of the sludge, at least so he could be ready to grapple if necessary. OOC: @Snelly

IC Kanohi - Le-Wahi - The Fau Swamp The Le-Matoran coughed up a glob of mud, and her heartlight began to stabilize. Kanohi relaxed, before finally clueing in to the situation at hand. The Guuko was infested with a parasitic bush of some kind, using its roses as primitive eyes to seek for prey. its vines stretchef at Hakari, trying to infest her too perhaps. She was too quick however, her mask letting her dodge the assault even as the Guuko lumbered towards her on its four wings. He … he had to help the Lesterin, but the Le-Matoran was still in bad condition. As he watched Kanohi realized something. The roses, their petals seemed to be attracted to light. And he knew firsthand how damaging the light of fire could be. He tried to speak, managing only a hacking cough. Wincing he grabbed a broken root and slammed it against his wooden armor, trying to beat the plates like a gong. As he attempted to attract the Lesterin his free hand reached behind one of his wooden masks and pulled free his Lighter. He ignited the device he had carved from a Takea’s tooth, hoping Haraki would notice his signal, and that she would understand. OOC: @Snelly want to commit arson?

Ah okay, good to know

IC Kanohi - Le-Wahi - The Fau Swamp Kanohi had almost dredged out the Le-Matoran when a burst of wind startled him. The Lesterin had sprinted past, the motion making him tense up. The roots between his toes shattered as he clenched, and he plummeted into the swamp. As Haraki slashed the vines the Guuko lurched, laying flat. It did not stay flat for long as new tendrils splintered off the severed stubs, new vines beginning to spread, each now lined with thorns. The possessed Rahi’s wings flopped against the mud like a Waikiru’s flippers, slowly dragging it upright to face the Lesterin. Each tendril began to grow roses, the petals searching for her heartlight. Meanwhile, Kanohi could see his heartlight flashing in quick pulses as the sludge soaked into his masks, dragging him down. He felt his lungs struggling to pump coolant through his body, not from mud but a sudden panic. It was like the fire, the smoke. His durable body threatened to sink him into the depths of the swamp, engulfing him in a cocoon of mud. Then he felt a thump. He had landed atop the Le-Matoran, and she was still alive. He … hehad to help her, had to save her. He had to. As he was atop her he was not fully in the mud, so he could still move. Shakily he unhooked his Volo Lutu Launcher from her chest, and fired it vaguely upward. The hook latched onto to something, and in a rush he was wrenched from the mud. He flopped on a branch, panting, but he dared not rest long. He shook out his grappling hook, splattering mud everywhere. He would need to clean it later. But for now it would work. He grappled away to right above the Le-Matoran, and wedged himself among the branches. The Vigilante Fe-Matoran fired the Volo Lutu Launcher again, hooking her once more. With some strain she finally was ripped her free of the mud, landing on the mangrove’s roots. She sputtered and drooled mud, even as he leapt to her. Kanohi kneeled behind her and got to work clearing her airways, compressing her chest thirty times with his hands, before tilting her neck back. As she drooled he scraping mud out of her lips, before pumping fresh air into her lips. Then he resumed the compressions, trying to clean the Le-Matoran’s lungs of the muck. OOC: @Snelly

Hey I wanted to check something if that’s okay, regarding the Vortixx. I know a Vortixx PC cannot start off with a mask, but are they still able to use the powers of masks? From what BS01 says they can, but I was not sure if Vortixx are the same in the bzprpg, especially since I do not believe it’s known where they come from in the game’s canon.

IC Kanohi - Le-Wahi - The Fau Swamp Kanohi landed on a perch overlooking the crash site. His optics searched around from beneath his masks, the Guuko was not actually impaled by a tree, that part of his vision was not literal. But something was amiss. The Rahi’s optics seemed almost glazed over by with a layer of opaque green fibers, was it just algae splashed from the swamp water? The Rahi’s whole body did have patches of the same green mats all over it. Then he heard a wheezing groan. The Guuko could wait. Kanohi grappled atop the roots of a mangrove, and searched the Le-Matoran. Her body had been reshaped, shifted by either a Toa or Turaga of Magnetism perhaps. She was dazed, sinking deeper into the mud, the gunk oozing into her open servos. She would suffocate if he did not hurry. He dug his mechanical toes around the roots and clasped a low branch, before firing his Volo Lutu Launcher. The grappling hook flew from him, hooking a piston on her chassis. The vigilante Fe-Matoran strained as the hook tried to recoil, even as the roots he clung to began to crack from the strain. Gradually the Le-Matoran began to move from the sludge, dragging through the much towards him. As Hakari watched, she might notice movement. The Guuko’s beak partly slid open, and from its bill three vines seemed to squeeze out. The vine each were tipped with roses, their petals shifting and fluctuating, most turning to face the light of the sun, but a few turning towards the heartlights of both Matoran and the Lesterin. As the plant seemed to “spot” the twirl, the Guuko’s wings began to twitch, as vines threaded between its pistons and servos. OOC: @Snelly

IC Kanohi - Le-Wahi - The Fau Swamp She was following him. An audience. His heartlight stuttered slightly, he was not … his free hand began to drum his torso’s masks, trying to keep calm. He … he would not let her down. No, he … the priority was saving the Le-Matoran, not coming across as competent. Kanohi continued to grapple along, periodically stopping to listen. He … he was not a great tracker, but he had stayed in the jungle for months. He knew at least some of the sounds that echoed through the canopy. And then he heard a screech of a Guuko. His head pivoted on its socket to see in the distance a large aerial Rahi flying through the sky. But its four wings, they beat slower than the patrols he had seen before. Unsteady. He struggled to see the details of the bird, but he had no telescopic lens. He was an okay tinkerer, but he could not modify his mask. He began to pursue the bird, grappling after it. As he did, he tried to recall the vision. Fire latched onto him like tendrils, strangling him in a cocoon. As he was dragged into the binds of smoke he flailed, his chest crushed between the gas. Then suddenly the gas condensed tightening into cords of vine. He slid out of them, thumping onto the roots of a tree. Before him he could see a fallen Le-Matoran, her goods scattered like the stars in the sky, her mount impaled on a tree. She lay limp caked on mud before suddenly jerking upright, staggering on two legs. But her movements were unnatural, and in the gloom of the swamp, he could faintly see thick strings puppeting her limbs— Suddenly the Guuko began to plummet, careening to the forest floor. He fired his Volo Lutu Launcher and hurtled through the forest, snapping twigs and thumping into branches. He hoped he was not too late. OOC: @Snelly

OOC: in my defense, I first wrote that updated bio closer to two years ago. IC Kanohi - Le-Wahi - The Fau Swamp For a moment, the sloshing of the swamp’s mud was the lapping of the ocean where a useless Matoran lay on the sand. But Kanohi could not wander in his thoughts long, shaking his head until his armor clanked together. He needed to focus, not wallow. He spoke quietly, offering his hand, but with each word his voice became a bit more mechanical, like ancient gears grinding and shedding flakes of rust. ”I understand how con … confusing that could be. It seems like ears … years ago that I awoke on this isle … island with … witch … with no memory of my … my past. You have my … my …” His vocal processor began to hack suddenly, breaking out into static as he clutched his throat, the taste of blackened ash tinging his throat. Karzahni, he … he should have been more careful. He was caught unawares, he had been a bit too excited to be appreciated. He had put too much strain on his voice too suddenly. And he had looked at the lighter far too recently too. What progress he had made was lost. Fool. A distorted heavily processed sigh came from beneath his mask. Who knows how long it would take for his synthesizer to mind, if it mended at all. Maybe a healer in Ga-Koro could help, but right now he had a merchant to find. The Fe-Matoran coughed and bowed low to Haraki, before firing his Volo Lutu Launcher, humbled once again. He … he had to keep moving. Had to prove he could be useful. OOC: @Snelly question, as a Lesterin of Jungle, would Haraki have knowledge of herbal medicine? Or is that more a Bo-Matoran thing?

IC Kanohi - Le-Wahi - The Fau Swamp Kanohi relaxed a bit, he was not the most familiar with the Lesterin people, from what he understood they were similar to Toa, but they were not so reliant on masks, nor started life as Matoran. Without the vulnerability of losing a mask, and her element giving her the ability to deal with the carnivorous plants and the trees, Hakari should be relatively safe out here. ”Yes I … have been searching for a few days. I heard one might have gotten lost in the swamp, so I wanted to check.” The lie was easier than it had been once. Hakari did not seem dangerous, but he couldn’t risk letting people know Kanohi had visions. H-he couldn’t risk it. He cleared his throat, “Well, what brings you to this swamp? I need to look for the lost Matoran, but if I am able I can try to help you.” It’s what a hero should do, after all. OOC: @Snelly

OOC: don’t know the rules for pc quests, so apologies if this is improper IC Kanohi - Le-Wahi - The Fau Swamp Kanohi felt heat venting to his face, turning the metal beneath his masks a faint reddish tint. He landed on a tree branch, his wooden armor thudding against the branch. He shuffled in place along the tree’s limb, shifting to face the stranger. “Um, thank you, Hakari.” He bowed, his many wooden masks clinking against each other, “I … I am called Kanohi. For my masks.” He stood back up and said, “Do be careful in this swamp. I … do not know your element, but not only the plants and beasts can be dangerous, but so can the very ground.” The Fe-Matoran knew firsthand how dangerous the swamp could be, without his Volo Lutu Launcher to hurtle him away he would have been swallowed up by the mud long ago. It was as if the very earth was hungry. And the wildlife was not much easier. He did not like coming here, but he had gotten a vision three days ago. A Le-Matoran merchant was going to crash in the swamp, or maybe already had crashed, or it was a metaphor for the Gukko Force failing in a fight, or Mata-Nui knew what. His visions were confusing at best. He winced at his wandering thoughts, but it reminded him. “Hakari, I do wonder, have you heard of any merchants getting lost in the swamp recently?” OOC: @Snelly

Possibly silly question but I am genuinely confused, is the Kiril intentionally left off the allowed mask list?

OOC: here’s hoping I can keep BZPRPG Kanohi distinct from SK Kanohi. Also sweet Mata-Nui’s pit, the mobile site really squishes any text I paste from pages. IC Kanohi - Le-Wahi - The Fau Swamp The flame was a withering mass of tentacles. Tendrils of smoke and embraces engulfing his face, digging into his optics. He could feel his lens scratch and blacken, deforming as the fiery appendages strangled his face. Breathing grew harsh as the smoke consumed him— The Fe-Matoran gasped as he flicked the lighter off. His heartlight pounded as he clutched the branch he leaned against, his hand trembling. Shakily he grasped his bracelet and began to tap it, causing its moving components to click. This was no language, just a frantic stimming to calm down. Finally his breath steadied. Fire was the only way he could summon a vision, and even then, most of the time the vision was useless. Polluted by his … recent past. Even now, his strange sight was almost completely outside of his control. Still he … he had to risk the memories and their horror. He … his visions were all he had. And even that was not enough in the end for … he would prove he had value, he had to. Then he heard a gargled screech. He shook himself off and drew his Volo Lutu Launcher. He pressed the trigger, but the machine only seized. It had been damaged when he recovered it, and he still was mending it. But he did know its eccentric ways. He slapped its barrel and a cord of woven fiber erupted from it, ending in a makeshift hook. The hook launched through the air and hooked and branch in a nearby tree, before the springs in it activated. The coup rod recoiled, but the hook was too tight. So the Fe-Matoran was ripped from his perch and hurtled through the swamp’s canopy. The Matoran tumbled onto the roof, his sturdy frame and his mask-themed Armor taking the blunt of the blow. He barely hesitated before firing again, grappling further through the forest. He was flung through the jungle, bounding from tree to tree. His maybe plates of armor were carved to recall many Noble Ruru, he was not great, but maybe he could be noble. And his sight was greater than normal but still limited much like the Noble variant compared to the Great Mask. After a thud he landed on the low branch of a tree, and searched below through his optics. There. A small Taku was caught in the ooze of the swamp, struggling to flail its wings as the mud strangled it, weighing it down as its servos and pumps swelled with the mucky goop. It was only a Rahi. But he was only a cross-wired freak. He hooked his arms and legs around the tree’s branches, wedging himself in tight. Then carefully he leveled his Volo Lutu Launcher and fired. The hook latched to the avian Rahi’s wing, before the springs engaged. The Fe-Matoran strained as the device wrenched at him, but he held on. He could endure the tension. He stood there, bracing himself, even as the grappling hook struggled to retract. Before finally it surrendered to the point of less resistance. The Taku was dredged out of the sludge, smacking onto the tree. The Fe-Matoran collapsed from the strain, gasping out as his pumps of lungs wheezed. He … he had the durability, not the strength. “Squawk!” He winced as the Rahi shrieked at him, stomping aggressively. It did not see a savior or a helper, just a Matoran too close for comfort. His heartlight flashed frantically with hurt, but he … being appreciated mattered less than keeping the Rahi comfortable. He reached around a d grappled away, landing in another tree. Behind him the Taku shook its wings, trying to free them of the muck, splattering the mud all over the tree. It would take time before it could return to the sky, but at least now it would not drown. The Fe-Matoran meanwhile grappled away, thumping and bumping into each branch. He could take the abuse, he was a Matoran of Iron. And more than that he was a hero. Not a Toa, but someone who could try to mend the weary world at least a little. His many wooden masks clinked together as he hurtled away, forming a sound not dissimilar to wind chimes. It reminded him of tinkering, of crafting. And that made his fingers dance with excitement. He had saved someone today, no one important, not even a sentient being, but he had helped a protoderm and saved a heartlight. That was enough. It … he had value. For he was Kanohi, the masked vigilante of Le-Wahi.

Had not realized the profile topic was for finished profiles, not for getting them approved. My apologies. To summarize my concern, Dece/Kanohi is a returning character from the first year or so of the game, and based off Vakama from LOMN he occasionally experiences confusing stressful visions of contemporary and potentially future events. This was a part of his original bio, and is based on canon, and I would be happy having to ask gm approval before he has a vision. But as it has been a decade, I wanted to check that there would be no difficulties with this in part three, or if I should abandon the character.

OOC: well, it’s been a decade or two, but what the heck The Vigilante Name: Dece/Kanohi Species: “cross-wired” Fe-Matoran Gender: Male Powers: Visions, higher endurance Weapons/Tools/Equipment: Fireproof wooden plate armor carved in the images of noble Ruru, Takea Tooth Lighter, Volo Lutu Launcher strapped to his arm, mechanical wooden bracelet made to imitate a telegraph clicker, assortment of tools for tinkering Mask: Great Ruru (powerless) Alignment: Neutral Good Personality: Lonely, fidgety, Autistic, inventive, desperate to prove he has value in his own way, compassionate. Weakness: His visions are hard to understand and difficult to summon, though over the years he has learned how to focus them with the help of his lighter’s flame, is unable to speak and must communicate in other ways, paranoid, skittish about staying in one place, is not destined or able to become a Toa Description: Dece's first memories involve waking up on the shores of Ga-Wahi. Almost immediately after he awoke he became a member of Stannis’ Companions, trying to discover the secrets of the island. Odd among Matoran he had a glitch in his AI, much like Vakama of the main Matoran Universe. Like the famous Fire-spitter, Dece can see visions of events in motion or about to begin. Because of his uncanny ability, when the Companions disbanded and he was left alone he was kidnapped by villains to research his ability. Through their experiments they learned fire strengths his visions, though the constant flames and smoke destroyed his voice. In the wake of that ordeal Dece felt paranoid, alone, and abandoned. Worse, after witnessing visions of the heroics of the Toa Maru in his visions, he knew they were good people, and began to wonder if there was something wrong with him for his former companions to have abandoned him. He wallowed in bitter melancholy, but his visions forced him to stay on the move. Eventually, after seeing heroics all over the island both in visions and in person, he resolved to become a better Matoran, and to put his tinkering ability to use. He always had been decent at tinkering, one of his first acts on the island after all was crafting a makeshift spear. Since those days he has lived in Le-Wahi, using scavenged tech he has rebuilt to grapple around the jungle as ”Kanohi.” He adopted this persona to feel like a more confident person than Dece, and to hide from those who might be interested in his power. He covers himself in an armor made of wooden Ruru he has carved, to project the idea that he can see through the darkness. And after all, his visions can give him glimpses of dangers yet to come, confusing as they are. As Kanohi he tries to rescue people and Rahi from predators, natural disasters, and other dangers, though he prefers not to fight anyone, particularly sentient beings like Toa or even Rahkshi. He wants to save lives, not take them. … The Lost Name: Kardaka Species: Turaga of Stone Gender: Female Powers: Ability to use Noble Masks, weak elemental power over Stone Weapons/Tools/Equipment: Bedroll, tinderbox, pouches full of pebbles, Badge of Office Mask: Kiril (Noble Mask of Regeneration) Alignment: Neutral Good Personality: selfless, caring, unsure and desperate for answers, devout to the virtue of Unity, cautious Weakness: After the Koro turned on each other she struggles to know what to believe in and what to trust, can be manipulated by preying on her doubts, clumsy, ill-adjusted to her proportions and weaker body as a Turaga, lacks the wisdom associated with Turaga Description: Kardaka was a loyal Toa of Po-Koro, who firmly believed in the Virtue of Unity. For much of her life she had seen the strength of Unity, from Toa of Magnetism helping her physically transition to the many advancements and technology that had come in each Koro. So when the Toa Maru defeated the Makuta, she was sure that a great era of prosperity would begin. But while technology grew tensions grew as well, as the Koro and their new Akiri turned on each other. And worst of all, it was her beloved Po-Koro who shattered their Unity first, sabotaging the monorail Ta-Koro was building. No one was hurt, but the fact that Matoran could have been horrified her. The Makuta was gone, and the Matoran tore down each other, defiled the virtues, it shook her to her heartlight. Kardaka left Po-Koro for Ta-Koro, giving up her Toa Power in service of the Village of Fire to try to make amends for her hometown’s crimes. But Ta-Koro was growing suspicious too. The Matoran were not as virtuous as they should be, they were petty, cruel. Her faith in her breed was broken, and with it came new questions. The flawed Matoran often demonized Skakdi and Vortixx, could she trust those claims? Might they be more virtuous than she though? Could she trust any assumption she had once held? She went into the desert to try to meditate and understand, but she gained no wisdom, only loneliness. She still does not have any answers. Worse, after years of being a Toa she is unused to her new shrunken body as a Turaga and her new limitations, and finds herself tripping over herself and struggling to do the things she once could do with ease. She still is stronger than the average Turaga, but that is more the result of her exercise than any inherent ability. She carries with her several pouches of carved pebbles, which she uses to irritate and drive away weaker Rahi, as well as using her long pinching Badge of Office. She relies on her Kiril to repair any chipped pebbles, as well as fix any damage dealt to her few remaining possessions. But concentrating to focus her Kiril’s power can be difficult in tense moments, so she cannot really rely on it in combat or in an active disaster.

IC Kanohi - ??? The city plumed up around him, towering skyscrapers in the shadow of an impossible mountain. Fumes grew like trees across the landscape, the very air was choked with a burnt orange haze. A factory stood here, spewing poison into the air. Steltian, Vortixx makes, and Natoran coughed and gagged as the toxins filled their biomechanical lungs, their breath a putrid black. The works began to fall, one after another. Then a sphere of gravitation energy flew through a broken window. Kanohi barreled through the gap shattering glass everywhere. He tumbled to the floor, but he had the stamina and endurance of a Matoran of Iron. He would last. He reached behind him and hurled a disk, striking the roof. The power of Weakening spread through the ceiling crumbling it. The disk fell and he caught it in a twirl, hurling it at the large hulking machine. It roared and collapsed, destabilized. The vigilante drew his second disk now, and took aim. He hurled it, and it ricocheted into each worker, leeching them of the fumes. The disk grew blacker with each bounce, the poison filling it until— It shattered. Kanohi muttered out “Karzahni,” disks weren’t easy to come by for a vigilante. It would take time before he could treat any more victims of the island’s cruelty. He turned to go, only for a small hand to grab his wrist. A Vo-Matoran, or perhaps a Ga-Matoran looked at him with wide optics. ”Th-thank you, Kanohi,” her breath was still a bit illy, spewing a grayish cloud, “We … we would have died.” He forced himself to smile at her, his frustration was unimportant no matter what he felt, losing the disk was worth it. Her breath grew larger thicker, a storm of white overtook him. Kanohi stumbled, before finding himself on all-fours, facing a layer of ice. He shoved himself upright, he was in a very different part of the island, in an power plane. An illusion? Or a vision? As he stood up he say that Vo-Matoran, even under her cape the white in her armor was crispier, his optics swayed from the color, even as she tapped her palm against the reactor. Ice spread from her touch like a rash, consuming a chunk of the reactor. She kicked and she began to glide across the ground, stumbling at times, but skating on a cushion of ice. As she skated her palm continued to press against the reactor. The machinery started to shudder, even as in the distance he heard “Freeze, Kanoka.” And without a word she skated away, even as disks hurled after her, one streaking by his face. “You okay, Kanohi?” The Vo-Matoran asked, shaking him out of his daze. The vigilante nodded and bowed, his smile genuine now, before grappling away. A successor, perhaps? “Wake up!” The Kanohi in Tobduk-Koro startled as Sucordak shook him violently. “Wake up,” the Su-Matoran begged, before Bode pulled him free. ”Something wrong?” The councilor asked. ”The Vahki that the other Vahki left in the forge, it’s stirring. Deal with it.” Kanohi nodded shakily and with the two other Matoran headed towards the Forge. OOC: @Toru Nui vision-ception