The Lorax

In Limerick form: Dear Gorast was heard to complain That a chemist had poisoned her brain The cause of her sorrow was di-(parachloro phenyl) trichloroethane. (or that's DTT for short, a famous insecticide) Toa Ignika

It's not exactly the same, no. For example, "foreign tech" isn't limited by species. You'll still need the fancy stuff approved, but that can be done as part of the character sheet. As for exactly what can be used, use the types of launchers that were around in the Matoran Universe at the time of the Toa/DH war (zamors, ghostblasters, shadow leeches and midaks weren't invented or widespread yet), or make up something of your own, and we'll look at that. That said, don't go too nuts on the awesome and powerful weaponry. One of the in-universe rewards these characters will get for completing the mission is a new, custom tool, so it doesn't make for a great story arc for them to start off with the very best gear. Of course, they could have some cool stuff already, particularly if they came from Xia or Nynrah, just not too much. Thanks Silvan. You know, what we really need now is a few good players... That's the spirit! Get that evil laugh going.

Sarda

Urewera National Park

Kanohi

South Pole

Hamilton

Kaitangata

Keerakh

Nuju

Fjordland

Auckland

Unity, Duty, Destiny!

Kaitaia

Nuhvok

Springfield

*Rumbles up from the dark depths of BZP-retirement* That would be me. Repaying a favour I owe to GoSP, I’ve come back online to help run this game. It should be a blast, and I look forward to RPing on BZPower again.

IC (Ofeo): "No, it's not that" Ofeo assured the Toa, coming up the steps in fron of the building to join him on the porch. "I just thought that you would be a good person to talk to about transformation and power and what that does to your life. You having once been a Matoran, but not anymore. If you haven't noticed in the dark, I'm a bit different to how I was this morning. Earlier, I came across Hiko and a couple of muggers and then got caught up in an energy blast with a mask of fusion and three kanoka disks. I’m not a full Maotran anymore, and Kovant says I teleported a short way just after it happened, so it looks like I have the disks’ powers now too. Still, I didn’t get that same sense of power and connection you did with my transformation. I just felt really disoriented like I’d been dropped on my head, but there was none of that painful stretching. I hadn’t even relaised I had changed until I caught my reflection. I just felt really shaken up inside, like my mind had been stretched and squished around then shoved into a different shaped container. There are new bits too, with a kind of barrier between tham and the rest of me. I guess that those must be the disks’ powers, but they’re so alien to me. I feel a connection to them, like this constant itch at the back of my thoughts, but they’re also connected outside of me. Is that what a mask power feels like? It’s just such a lot to take in… Anyway, what I really wanted to talk to you about is what it was like for you to not be a Matoran anymore. I know I’m not a Toa, but I’m sire as Karzhani not a humble, hard-working Matoran anymore. I’m a being of power and, maybe, destiny. Maybe by hearing your stpry mine can become a little clearer."

IC (Ofeo, City of Flames): "I wanted to see you, actually" Ofeo, spoke up, stepping forward into the light. "I wanted to ask you what it felt like when you became a Toa".

IC (Tara): Tara followed the stony path under the trees, setting a steady, comfortable pace. The track sloped gently upwards, but grew noticably steeper as they went on. To her left and right, the tangle of thin-branched, small-leaved trees, ferns and clumps of grasses hemmed them in, reducing the world to a narrow strip. Above and in front, however, more and more could be seen as the canopy broke up and the sky ballooned out into a boundless expanse. It couldn't have been more than fifteen minutes before the track turned back on itself to step further up a ridge and Tara realised that, before she had even noticed it, the trees had melted away into a dense pack of knee-high scrub. The track doubled back on itself again, heading once more towards the summit, but Tara stopped at the wide turning point to look out over the scrub and down the valley below them. She knew that if they stopped for every stunning view on this trip, they would never get anywhere, but this was the first chance to get above the trees and see the forest like a deep green cloak over the mountain's shoulders, beyond that the rolling farmland and beyond that, hazy with clouds on the horizon, the jewel of Sado. It was too much to pass up, at least for a few moments.

True, and the Mata Nuian wouldn't have any sort of innate resistance to the mental influences of the Dasaka. Not being able to access the mental plane would be like walking around blind, when everybody else can not only see with their eyes, but stab you with them as well. Ok, that metaphor turned out horribly, but you see the point. If the person was a Toa of crystal though, living on an island practically made of the stuff... that might get interesting.

IC (Tara): The sight was indeed beautiful, and majestic beyond anything else on the Kentoku Archipelago. To stand on the peak would be to momentarily capture a piece of that grandeur for themselves. Tearing her eyes away from the sight above, Tara directed her focus back onto the path before them, and started up the path before her. Treetops obscured the sky, and the peak waiting for them there.

IC (Tara): With their plans settled, the pair sprang into action, but it was still was quite some time before they were ready to leave. Between cleaning up after their breakfast, setting the hut to rights and divvying up the hut's stored supplies between their packs, there was a lot to do. By the time the door finally closed behind them, the sun had climbed more than half way to its peak. During the night, the previous evening's fog had lifted, and from the clearing around the hut, the pair could finally get a view of the peak and the land that lay between it and themselves. The mountain's northeast flank was laid out before them, rising in layers into the sky. Around them was the deep green of the canopy forest. After only a short way (or so it seemed), it melted into the lighter shades of scrubland as the land grew steeper and the conditions harsher. In turn, that melted into the golden brown band of tussockland and, yet further up where even those hardy plants could not survive, mosses and lichens coloured the slopes pale green. Where even they gave out, the mountain's head rose above it all, towering over the land, steepest and most imposing of all. A few slashes of bright snow stood out against the dark rocks, having survived the summer unmelted, but the top was bare even of this. Koshiki was a sleeping giant that looked out over the land in its eternal might and endurance. Dasaka clans could rise and fall, but that unyielding rock would remain and outlast them all. "That's our goal over there" Tara said, pointing to a point in the tussock layer, just above a band of sheer cliffs. It was further south than a direct path to the summit would have been, but would allow them an easier path when the time came. At least, it would if the accounts Tara had read from past climbers were correct. "Only about two and a half kio to walk, but half a kio above where we are now." OOC: I'm basing most of this description on my own experiences climbing Mount Taranaki earlier this year. Like Koshiki, it is a long-inactive cone that is the largest a chain of volcanoes leading out to sea, though it is itself on the mainland. Both mountains are close to the coast, feature a sizable crater and are surrounded by rich farmland. Taranaki, is not, however, home to any dragons, but I hope it will provide a good analogue nonetheless.

IC (Tara): "Yeah. So let's get onto it, shall we? The sooner we get up there, the more time we have for sight-seeing."