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Mata-Nui Weekly, 5.20-27.14 Made some additions to the Weekly's layout. Let us know by comment in the blogs if it works. Thanks!

OOC: 12-hour rule IC: Kriigata Kriigata turned her attention to the toa peering around the post of the bunk bed. There he was, her convert to the faith, and something more though what she wasn't sure. "Yes," Kriigata answered with a smile. "I'd like to know where the bath is, and then a fight. Same as you my physical skills are becoming impeded by all of my religious study. I've been walking too long and not fighting nearly enough."

Thanks everyone!

EDITORIALS "OMG WE NEED JOURNALISTS. Please, if you're a regular player and want to help keep up the game's largest form of OOC news take up a topic listed HERE and help. Thanks! Now, as for other things and my personal feelings about the week... Post the creation of a Feedback topic for the BZPRPG, which seems to have really improved overall game interaction speed, The MNW decided to highlight in blue down in the News section any major events such as staff plot updates or story arcs of importance. These are things to jump on if you want interaction, and I hope this edit makes your lives easier. If not, please leave a comment below so I won't spend more time color-coding things than I should. The week has really picked up in tempo, and the Dasaka party just exploded with interaction and politics. As busy as things are getting over here with the Weekly, I'm very happy at the crazy whirlwind of awesome activity that's been going on. On a personal note, Ishi Polzin has 24 hours to get healed. Unless you wanna' see him die, please help." ~Kughii "This week has seen another great step forward in player activity, and some neat new secrets have been revealed. We also got to see some pretty big plot developments. All in all it's been a splendid week." ~Gears Need Interaction? Looking for a place to jump in and GAME ON? Check this new section each week for major arcs to follow or join! Yumiwa's party in the Kentoku Archipelago. If you have a toroshu, first son, or other super-noble this is the place to be. The Staff Plot in Kentoku has moved forward in a post about a new abettor. However, it would be very hard not to meta-game interaction with the machine. Po-Koro is getting in gear for a kohlii tournament! Yep, you heard that right. If you have an athletic matoran or other character this is the place to be. The Lavapool Bombing is still going full force. Jump in now for a chance at getting the snot beaten out of your character by six ugly mugs. NEWS KENTOKU ARCHIPELAGO Before the party a slew of individuals visited Plangoria Soraya and dumped many orders for clothes onto her. Such individuals included, but were not limited to, Yumiwa, Soraph, Mako, Akone, and Nihi. Korae Inokio and Daikura Koga finish sparring with their mind and Koga is offered a place in the royal honour guard for Yumiwa's visit to Mata-Nui. Afterwards the two first sons go their separate ways in preparation for the masquerade. Staff Plot Update! A new riddle with its own abettor appeared on Mt. Koshiki, high above the acid lakes where nothing could live. LINK. The masquerade began! Yumiwa danced with Hanako until Herupa Jiyu requested to speak with his sister. Most of the guests arrived either on time or fashionably late and quickly began to mingle. The flock gathered around Yumiwa consisted of Vilda Mako and Umbraline Xenia. Inokio spoke with Toroshu Celis. Commodore Ayiwah and her first mate Tazera engaged in a drinking game with Kulrik. Toroshu Ihi suggested to her guest that Koga's costume should be less radiant, the first son having dressed like the Sun. After speaking with Relisai, Yumiwa decides to offer a seat on the trip to Mata-Nui to Vilda Soraph to act as a naturalist for the voyage. The drinking game degenerated into a possible sparring session, but was broken up by a fierce word from Princess Desdemona. KINI-NUI Echelon and Co. listened to Syvra describe his view on the intricacies of the B.O.A's Zombies. At the same time Ishi Polzin met with the Abettor, and after a series of questions and a brief lunch managed to annoy the Abettor, resulting in a prompt fall from the ceiling. Echelon and several of his company investigated the sound of Ishi's body hitting the ground only to end up in a fight with a 'clockwork' toa of earth TA-WAHI Lavapool Bombing Arc! The Alleyway group was bolstered by the Toa Maru and the Guard, among others, and Korero tried to flush Vezok and Avak out by filling the Lavapool ruins with smoke. ​​Reidak and Thok were engaged by Leah and Sulov Oreius stepped in during a dire moment for Leah. Mekana and Ophiam enjoyed Death and Cake. Asuno and Jrahann arrived from Le-Wahi looking for Asuno's supply cache. Wokiya recorded her observations of the Lavapool Bombing. Kino and Angelus get to sharing their respective histories The Treasure Hunters engaged a giant scorpion and knocked a special stone off its back, only to find it fall under it instead Pirate banter, Yarr! GA-WAHI Liara was visited by Tillian. Trieze and her companions visited Akiri Hahli. Aboard the Inika Kiron and JL raised the stakes of their sparring, adding elemental powers and kanohi to their acceptable forms of fighting. PO-WAHI Kriigata looked for Jaaku in the barracks of Blackrock castle, hoping to speak to him. In the process, she awakened Zekev. Jaaku joined the conversation. Akree, a new member of the Sentinels, began patrolling Po-Koro. One of Jokaro's fliers floated by him, and the Skakdi began to talk to Jokaro. Farzan worked at his booth. Wokapu, Seria and Socugu met with Wokodin, who invited them all to his hut. Antedil and Hewkii planned a tourism pitch for Po-Wahi, starting with a kohlii game. ONU-WAHI Krios and Ishi stopped by the Wise Man’s Archive for Ishi’s preparations for meeting with the Abettor. Votaka left for Ta-Koro, leaving a perplexed Ashiem behind. Krios brought the injured Cetis to a doctor. Ishi asked Caerus about the truth behind Matoro’s assassination, ultimately learning Matoro’s death came by the Spider’s order. LE-WAHI Naona got laser eyes. Take Cover! Dehkaz and Naona arrived at the criminals’ recruitment drive and are attacked almost immediately. Utu learned the purpose of the expedition was an attempt at restoring his memory. Ior joined the Pala-Koro reconstruction effort and took up lodging in one of the huts. He later tore the door of said hut right off its hinges. Kunitu yelled for attention at the gates to Pala-Koro. Colx and Vrina swapped career stories. Characters were ambushed and kidnapped en masse by people with big sticks. Step up for your turn. Merror and Sisk caught up on old times. KO-WAHI Ferron vs. Kuhrin climaxed with a terrible snow battle in The Drifts of Ko-Wahi. Desuka was killed by Tuli with Noka's sword. At the end Kuhrin cried over the dead corpse of his brother Krell, Tuli wept in Khervos' arms, and Ferron stood stoic in the background, unsure of what the future would bring. MEDIA MOCs of Dorian Shaddix and First Son Jiyu, by First Son Jiyu Fan art of Greisk, by Kughii

IC: Ishi Polzin To Echelon and his companions the matoran must have seemed a dead carcass, road kill. He didn't move. It wasn't until Echelon got close enough to touch the po-matoran he saw the faintest flickering of an orange heartlight. Finally, with a cough and splatter of blood against the ground from the matoran's mouth his eyes flickered open with mismatched light. Ishi's face, twisted by pain, formed a split and bloodied grin. Even though the colors were not as rumors said, even though his head pounded with pain, the face wistfully blurring in and out of Ishi's vision could be none other than the feared necromancer. He was either very lucky or horribly cursed. "I'll be ." His voice cracked, barely a whisper. "Who'd have thought I'd go from the Abettor to Echelon?"

You know what, I'm glad he's getting into more trouble. It's time some serious consequences really started breaking out in this game. Hopefully what is happening will kick off a trend. XD

OOC: Jam between Indigo Individual and I. IC: Akiri Hewkii and Antedil The door opened and the Akiri of Po-Koro stretched his gaze from the dossier in his hands to the visitor. "Ah, yes, thank you for coming." Antedil bowed his head slightly as he entered, closing the door behind him and smiling. "Akiri Hewkii. I'm glad to be here. I understand you are likely already somewhat aware of my proposition?" "Yes, and I wholeheartedly agree," Hewkii said as he stepped forward and clasped Antedil's hands with his own. The brown-coated sentinel before him had unsettling indigo eyes but Hewkii held them for a moment before moving on. "What we need is more good cheer around here. After Makuta was defeated I thought things would be looking livelier but..." He paused and walked toward the window with a melancholy expression. "The truth is things only seem to have grown more grim. We need something to liven everyone's spirits, especially Po-Koro. It's been hard having to make sure we were safe, but I feel it's time enough to let the rest of the island know we're not a bunch of paranoid matoran hiding in the desert from the rest of the world." Antedil's eyes followed Hewkii as he approached the window, and stayed on him as he considered his response, his mouth gradually turning into a frown. "I don't think we have ever needed cheer more than we need it now. Even when Makuta's presence still loomed over us, the people found a place in their hearts for hope, and this is true for Po-Koro perhaps most of all, on every count. I fear even the villagers have begun to wonder... But that's why I'm here. I want to do anything that is within my power to help bring Po-Koro back to what it once was, and I felt that this was the best way about that. The people need hope, Akiri, and I want to help them find it." "And I appreciate it." Hewkii looked back at Antedil and smiled, then traversed the sandy floor of his office to the wooden desk. "Tell you what. The new kohlii field was completed a couple of days ago and I've been looking for a good opportunity to break it in. Why not an island-wide Kohlii championship?" He rolled a shoulder to release the tension and continued with, "perhaps I'd even join in on the Po-Koro team. It feels like forever since I played a game. "The other thing we need though is publicity. I want the island to see Po-Koro as attractive, not a sandy wasteland. I was thinking of Ostia being our focus with its coastal views, or something like that. I'd like to make you a promoter." Antedil nodded at the Kolhii suggestion. "I could not better support the idea of you playing on the team. It would be the perfect opportunity to show everyone that you are still involved and happy to be out in public, and with an island-wide game that would certainly be a good impression to make." With that, his face relaxed again slightly, his own smile returning. "And I would very much enjoy working on promotion. It's about time we start taking action to attract people here, show them that we're ready to welcome visitors and have more to offer than they would be inclined to suspect. In both cases, of course, some measures regarding security would have to be taken -- although, it would probably be best to keep it subtle. I imagine people would pay a lot more attention to any kind of security detail to usual given our current reputation." "I agree." Hewkii clasped his hands behind his back, nodding as he paced the office. "I think it would be good if you went to each Koro, talking about the kohlii stadium or the good parts of Po-Wahi. With hope it'll spread some interest. I'll leave the rest of the details up to you, Antedil. Thank you for your support to Po-Koro." OOC: Kriigata coming soon.

Help Me I'm giving Ishi two days IRL and then he dies if not healed. Please help.

IC: Ishi Polzin Ishi was blind as the brilliance of the crystal cavern transformed sharply by the powerful eviction into the half-light of Mangaia's shadowed halls. He plunged through the air unsure of when he'd hit the ground, but determined to live. Fear found no hold on his steely resolve. Despite his blindness he reached for the second Volo-Lutu launcher on the side of his rucksack, pulled it from the chord restraints with po-matoran strength, and without thought pointed toward the ceiling and fired, teeth grinding together in determination. The coiled line burst forward and he heard metal hitting stone over the sound of his body falling through the air, and then his descent angle turned sharply, the chord continuing to wind out of the launcher in a rare moment of malfunction. He gripped the handle desperately as he swung outward and down. Once the line had reeled out completely there was a sickening moment when his body jolted, rising up into the air again as momentum took hold, and then the line snapped and he hit the ground, bouncing and rolling like a rag doll tossed in a fit of childish rage. Excruciating pain burst from his shoulder as the rucksack smashed into the floor, the kinetic energy carrying into his body and bending the metal brigandine sewed inside his coat. The volo-lutu's redirection made him slide with a horrible loudness across the ground, fabric and tools spewing out from the rucksack as he bounced along until a pillar of black fire-glass stopped his movement with a sickening crack to the head. The echoes, an aftermath as horrible as the headache from the crash, carried far into the tunnel systems of the Dark Walk: the shout of a po-matoran as he was thrown, the crash of body against stone, the grinding of flesh and mechanics as it careened and was destroyed. "," Ishi murmured through a split lip, a trickle of blood running across his eye. He was sprawled against the dark pillar with nothing to defend himself save the karambit still tucked safely away in the discrete harness. The kukri had sprung from its sheath in the chaos, lost to the shadows that slowly claimed Ishi's consciousness, the rucksack shredded and worthless after serving its purpose to cushion his fall. He tried to raise a hand but found himself incapable. Before his eyes closed the wail of a bestial monster echoed from a tunnel far away. Something was coming. He was defenseless and doomed. OOC: Anyone care to help a dying matoran with something on the way? He just so happens to have some very interesting information. Yes, I did just say dying.

It's been really wonderful the past day or two seeing the level of interaction increase and the amount of actual plot generated start to climb. However, in the spirit of stark realism I just had a thought: I have to read three of these topics for the Mata-Nui Weekly and if we're gonna keep this amount of posting I will never get it done on time. So I am once again calling for help! If anyone would like to join the MNW team as a journalist and pledge a wahi/region (yes there may be secret songs for your wahi and parties really late at night), from the following that would be fantastic! The list of open wahi/regions is as such: Le-Wahi, Ta-Wahi, Ko-Wahi, Kentoku Archipelago, and Ga-Wahi.

OOC: Sounds good. IC: Krios The dull sign of a healer's office glowed in the half-light of the underground. I remember how it creaked on its hinges, pushed by a subterranean breeze. Inside the door things had been less eerie. A cheery onu-matoran with biceps the size of my head called to us as we entered, and after noting the state of my charge quickly rushed us into a side room where his table was set up. I didn't bother to stay during the healing. Given how it was just a matoran the most he could do was apply salves, splints, stitches, and a few hits with a monkey wrench to reset some of the inorganic components. I heard the dull thumb of his work through the closed door, my hands holding a thin magazine which I perused with disinterest. Why had I stayed? It was simple really: favors. If I lingered I could see the toa to an inn. She wouldn't be fully healed and still in need of a toa with a sana. Why wouldn't I tag along and help her to the closest major hospital I knew of, all the way in Ko-Wahi? Throughout the trip I would play the dauntless hero, and if Puroi actually returned alive from his visit with the Abettor he could help me with the rouse.

IC: Ishi Polzin He knew it was time to leave, but insatiable curiosity called with every moment in the Abettor's presence in the brilliant tunnel of refracting crystal light. He was an information maven and leaving such a trove without a pocket full of knowledge felt like a sin. Instead of diving down the hole into the gloom and scurrying to safety he took a stand at the mouth of the tunnel and said; "When I was young I used to have a stripe of letters running down my armor. I thought it looked cool, back before I got the mismatched eyes." He looked down at his brown hands with their grey and white finger tips and remembered the explosive incident. It had never been the same with Vera, all he could feel in his heart for the woman he once called sister was bitterness. However, despite his feelings they were siblings by law and nothing could change that. Alarick had died and left them stuck together. Looking back at the Abettor Ishi continued. "I called them my wards, like the prophecy of the First Toa would protect me from harm. When I look at you and see those glowing blue glyphs I can't help but wonder what they're for. Are they your wards? Or your eyes? Are they gibberish or just another clue to your past like mine were?" He looked at the Abettor and felt something he hadn't felt in years: compassion. The machine may not have realized its own loneliness, but Ishi did. Down in the darkness there were nothing but nightmares for company, and when Ishi had been in the darkness his thoughts turned to family. "Where are the other five? If you tell me I can carry a message for you. I'm sure there's something you'd want to say to another of your kind."

HahlixJaller. Anyways, glad to see the pick up in interaction!

Omg finally.

There should be a rebuilding effort once this is all said and done. XD

OOC: Oh boy. IC: Ishi Polzin The very light in the cavern seemed to dim as Ishi was overshadowed by the Abettor. He knew his welcome was wearing thin, the malevolent posture of the machine enough to show him charm had little effect. It was difficult to be persuasive to something lacking emotion. "Without purpose?" Ishi parroted, walking backwards toward his rucksack. "I'm sorry but I find your statement invalid. Everything I said had purpose, if only to learn about who you are and where you come from... Why if you found someone you wanted to become friends with wouldn't you want to learn about them? Oops, sorry that was a question and you seem to have had your fill of those. Disregard that." He slipped the rucksack loops over his shoulders and pulled on the straps. With each moment it looked more likely his exit would be a fast descent rather than a fond goodbye. "Now if for some reason I've offended you - I wouldn't like all the questions one after another either - I apologize. Of course you don't have a duty to answer me. You're a free, well, machine. To you what I've said may have seemed a petty inquiry but to me it meant the world, I assure you. I'm just a po-matoran with a bad case of wanderlust trying to figure out Life's riddles. Just, um..." He smiled, at once disappointed by having the discussion cut short so soon and at the same time gleeful in what had occurred. "I hope you don't mind me coming back sometime for lunch."

Just for clarification I was joking.

Want me to find out? I'm sure ishi wouldn't mind dying a horribly gruesome death.

Guys, six abettors. Six elements.

Call it a "Build a Character workshop" and have everyone one pitch in ideas when someone presents a character. I like where you're going.

OOC: I saw a one-liner by the BZPRPG's GM. I snorted my tea laughing so hard and hit my head on the desk as I was falling out of my chair. Bravo. Nuju 1: Kughii 0 IC: Ishi Polzin Ishi's palm applied directly to the forehead of his kaukau. The sound echoed sharply off the crystal walls. Obviously the Abettor had been programmed for answering questions and making statements. The finer points of language had been omitted. Perhaps the mastermind behind the creature's creation had wanted to play chess with something a little more calculating than a single mind could be. It sounded like something Nuparu, the tinkering akiri, would build out of scrap on a weekend. However, the glowing blue signs drew his attention back – those the Akiri wouldn't have considered adding. "Hmmm... So if you don't know then that means there could be more... Wouldn't it be nice to-" He paused. Ishi almost suggested a family reunion, but the thought of multiple steel monsters standing around looking ominous at a cookout made him reconsider. "What are those tattoos for, if you don't mind me asking? See, up on the surface some people had similar looking marks, but they only had one..." His gaze went past the Abettor's shin to the cavern beyond. He saw sparkling crystal and a dwindling tunnel and wondered where it went.

IC: Toroshu Ihi climbed the stairs to the Dragon Hall with a sense of grace and power befitting her rank. Her languid strides were hidden beneath the cascading blue sheets of thinnest silk, a walking wave cresting the landing where dazzling silver pearls glittered from within the folds. Her shoulders held the straps of the Otu's cape, the ancient garment of the Daikura clan. Woe be to the one who might spill wine upon it. Beside her stood a young menti, one of the esteemed champions of the most recent Tarakona Games. It was only fitting to bring a champion to such an event. It had been a short travel, Ihi's home was in the menti Yard after all instead of in the clan lands, but one filled with purpose. She passed through with her invitation like a river coursing down its channel and did not stop until the moment her eyes beheld the splendor of the decorations, the beauty of the attendants, and the Chōjo herself taking the floor with a dance. "Tasaru," Ihi addressed her companion with a smile, "Please see your father finds something to wear next time that's less... Radiant."

IC: Ishi Polzin The rapid shifting of posture had startled Ishi far more than expected. For something so large to move with grace and speed belying its several ton weight was unnatural; the whole process felt wrong. However, what really attracted Ishi's focus was the sudden switching of kanohi; the rotating inside the machine's torso from kakama to arthron happened with a cranking of some internal component, as if the Abettor were some elegant clockwork automaton. Ishi yelped as he stubbed his toe on a crystal and windmilled his arms for balance. A comedic moment later the po-matoran was back in play, taking a step forward with a bounce to his stride. He knew the behemoth before him could spew his guts across the wall in an instant. As usual reward outweighed risk and the informant was successful, at least in the moment, at closing the gap. He stood with his hands behind his back and looked up at the runic surface of his host. "As far as you know?" He asked curiously. The conversation meandered from its original purpose and Ishi found himself attempting to understand just exactly who these beings were. Suddenly the entire riddle of the door seemed like a backwater game for children: learning about The Abettor was far more interesting.

Oh look, a player quest. Hoozah!

*Insert rap song here* I need a doctor. Anyone got on in Onu-Koro?