Visaru

On 2/27/2024 at 7:42 PM, a goose said:

IC:

“I am here to speak with Korzaa. I have an appointment – the name is Muirtagh Fenn.”

The bureaucratic machine spun quickly, and the Po-Koronan lawyer soon found himself on a chilly battlement overlooking the main thoroughfare that led straight from the sanctum to the front gates of the Koro.

Two guards announced Muirtagh's arrival to the short scarred Captain of the guard, who stood looking out at the boulevard, sketching notes in a tablet of ice placed against the edge of the half-wall that ran along the edge of the battlement. She waited in typical Ko-Matoran silence for him to speak first. 

I wave at the Turaga as she leaves. 

"Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, sister!" I feel bad for her. Must also be bemoaning how hard it is to get some cheap and fast coin in the city these days. Speaking of, I was on my way out of town anyway, and I'm sure there was more to squeeze from this place than I'd yet found. 

I head down to the shops, a little petty theivery on the mind. 

On 11/1/2023 at 6:32 PM, Harvali said:

IC Kardaka - Po-Wahi - Ostia 

Kardaka staggered, she only kept upright thanks to her staff. She almost slid down it, staring at the ground as her vents wheezed. Akiri Hewkii was deposed? Or had he just stepped down? And what of his replacement? Had he picked her, or was she elected? Would she be any better? How could Verak not know? 

She dragged herself upright and weakly asked, “I must admit this is a shock. Um, may I ask how the Koro has changed? It’s not … worse is it?”

"Woah woah woah, sister, it's all right, only politics, no one's dead, far as I know." I stepped forward like a proper gentleman to make sure the Turaga remained upright. "Far as the Koro goes, you may want to take an even tighter grip on that staff. 'Fraid our lovely desert town's been drowned in water and railways. Overgrowth crawling over everything and so much new construction you'd be hard pressed even to find the Path of Prophecies. And the sentinels are stronger than ever too, ye can barely scratch under your Kanohi without drawing an angry glare from them. One of the reasons I'm trying to get off this Mata-Nui-forsaken island. Progress has wiped out everything I used to recognize here."

I looked out the elevator at the dim canyon we were dropping into, staring at the tiers of homes and shops carved into the wall, lit dimly with lightstones, and let myself remember how it used to be sand filled canyon, the only residents the nesting Moa Birds who lived in the high caves. I wonder where they are now -- are Matoran now dwelling in the birds' old homes? I felt an unfamiliar pang of sadness for loss of the old desert. Maybe one day the entire Motara desert would cease to exist, swallowed up by the ever growing expansion of the Matoran civilization... A thought I didn't want to dwell on. Yet another reason I need to get onto the open sea and leave all this behind. 

IC

On Korzaa’s impeccable desk sits a tablet of ice marked in sloppy handwriting.

STAN QUOTE >
WE DEFEATED HIM
PUT IN PLACE WHERE HE COULDN'T REACH US
BUT NOT FULL VANQUISHING
SUCH WAS IMPOSSIBLE VS NOTHINGNESS
WE PUT HIM AWAY IN SAFEKEEPING
DIDN’T KNOW WHERE + HOW LONG HE’D STAY
DIDN’T UNDERSTAND TIL TOO LATE
MARU FOLLOWED PROPHECY
NONE UNDERSTOOD IT
SAID “MAKUTA IS GONE”
NEVER DEAD

Beside it sits a large stack of stone tablets, all identical, crisply carved. Korzaa is no Ice Toa, and this message is too secret to send to a scribe. She has painstakingly copied each one of these many slabs herself. 

TOP SECRET:

NEW INTEL SUGGESTS THE MARU FAILED

MAKUTA MAY BE ALIVE AND GROWING POWER IN KINI NUI  

RECOMMENDED COURSE OF ACTION: SECURE DEFENSES AND INCREASE RECON  

KO KORO IS SENDING FORCE TO KINI NUI TO BUILD BASE CAMP FOR EXPEDITIONS INTO MANGAIA

These are entrusted into the hands of her personal messenger, an invaluable Toa of ice with a Kakama, to deliver them across the island. The messenger is given a list:

Akiri Nuparu 
Captain Onepu of the Ussalry 
Akiri Hahli, Captain of the Ga-Koro Marines 
Akiri Jala, Captain of the Ta-Koro Guard 
Akiri Kongu, Captain of the Le-Koro Gukko Forces 
Akiri Renaka, Captain of the Po-Koro Sentinels

The Toa takes a moment to look over the names, then disappears with a flash and a puff of powdered ice.

Korzaa gathers up the three tablets - the quote, the remaining copy of the message, and the list of recipients -- and stacks them under her arm. These she personally delivers to her own Akiri. (@The UltimoScorp)

———

Meanwhile, a group of Ko-Matoran guards is already beginning to gear up for a trip to Kini-Nui, and word quickly spreads among the ranks — some are eager to volunteer for this mission of dire importance, while others balk, already believing the rumors of Makuta’s return to be true and none too eager to meet Him themselves. The news that Ko-Koro will soon be questing to Mangaia cannot be contained, but that is as the Captain intends. It is time for the island to know that she will not sit back and to wait to meet Makuta's forces on her doorstep again. 

On 4/15/2023 at 10:22 AM, Harvali said:

 

IC Kardaka - Po-Wahi - Ostia 

The Turaga swallowed, and tried to act casual, though her fingers drummed her staff with unease. “Ah, So, um, it’s been some time since I stepped foot in a village of Stone, and news is sparse in the desert. Are there any new laws of Akiri Hewkii I need to be aware of?” 

"I'm afraid I'm not really the best person to ask," Verak said, leaning over the edge of the rattling elevator, as if trying to spot someone he knew on the crowded market street below. "I try not to follow politics too closely. But I do at least know enough to tell you that Hewkii ain't Akiri anymore. Been replaced by someone named... Renaka, I think? Don't know much, except she's made the Koro practically unrecognizable."

IC

"Ahhh, my apologies, sister, I should look before I talk, I suppose." Verak poked his head out of the elevator and checked above them before leaning back into the rattling elevator and turning back to his conversation partner. "You're from the desert, you say? You know, before I grew to my current Toa-size I lived out there myself. It does take a bit to adjust between the quiet of the sands and the bustle of the city, but they really aren't too different if you know how to look at it."

OOC @Harvali

IC

On 3/30/2023 at 11:39 AM, Snelly said:

IC: Zanakra - Fort Garsi -

"You've fought well..." Zanakra finally said between labored breaths. They'd been glaring at each other for what seemed like an eternity now, gathering what strength they could. Without warning, Zanakra raised her hammer up, her wounded shoulder protested as it bleed a little faster in protest, but Zanakra didn't stop. She slammed the hammer into the ground, the weapon's power creating a shockwave that spread out towards Kirik. "...but it's over, I'm going to reach your fortress even if it's the last thing I do." 

Sure enough, the shockwave was powerful enough to break the tenuous grasp Kirik had on his balance and send him face first into the dirt yet again. He lay on the ground, one more sprawled broken body on the blasted battlefield.

But Kirik was still drawing breath, and he had made a promise to the gods that until that stopped happening, he wouldn’t let the fight pass him by.

So he achingly dug his robotic arm’s bladed tip into the dirt, and then writhed and forced himself onto his knees, before pulling himself painfully to his unsteady feet. His other metallic arm dangled broken at his side as he reactivated his electro-blade with his bruised right arm and raised it to the sky.

“Then let it be the last thing you do!!” He howled, and blasted laser vision at his foe, ready to see which one of them would be riding with their ancestors tonight. 

IC | Verak - Ostia

On 2/23/2023 at 6:13 PM, Harvali said:

IC Kardaka - Po-Wahi - Ostia

“Ah, the ports,” she winced at her own voice, it rumbled like gravel. It had been so long since she had needed to speak, her vocal processor had grown stiff and lost its lubrication. And the roughness, it alienated her. She swallowed, leaning on her staff, before continuing to descend the city to the ports. She still needed news, and ports might mean travelers from other villages. She might learn a lot of what she missed.

The elevator rattled toward the ground, then lurched as a tall scarred brown Toa slipped through the frame and landed inside. He put a hand on the railing, catching his breath, having just finished some complicated acrobatics. It was a moment before he even registered the yellow Turaga was in the elevator with him. He glanced over, looked back at the approaching ground, decided to be friendly, then flashed Kardaka a grin.

"Hey good to meet ya, brother. Nice staff."

On 2/2/2023 at 4:48 PM, Harvali said:

Anyone interested in interacting with a lost (in many ways) Turaga of Stone? She’s currently wandering the desert trying to follow Iron Mahi tracks to find any town

If you follow train those tracks all the way to Ostia, I (and a few other people I believe) have a character hanging around the port killing time before the Infernavika departs! Would be happy to interact!

IC | Kirik - Fort Garsi's Blasted Slopes

Kirik let his eye beams dissipate as he felt the sweet bloody satisfaction of his bladed knife-hand sinking itself into Zanakra’s shoulder, just in time to see her massive jet-powered hammer slam itself into his chest. As it did, part through luck and part through his lightning fast reflexes, the hammer passed through his half solidified electro-blade, which sunk a blast of electricity into the metal hammer. Kirik didn’t find out if it damaged the rockets or Zanakra, because suddenly he felt the electricity course through him too, a tingling feeling to add some spice to the excruciating bludgeoning crunch of the hammer which took him off his feet and tossed him through the air. 

Kirik bounced and rolled along the dust, uphill toward the fort, while the hillside exploded on either side of him. As the smoke cleared and Ipsudir’s taunts echoed across the hillside, he lay limp, the wind knocked out of his lungs, his whole body tensed tight from being electrocuted and smashed like a cockroach. But like a cockroach, Kirik was tough, and he’d been through worse, so after a moment he managed to suck in a deep, sharply painful heave of air. He looked around, vision swimming. The battle looked to be over. The Garsi fort had ejected its enemies. All but one…

Although Kirk was in no shape to continue fighting, he propped himself up on one of his robotic arms (the other appeared to be broken) and snarled at Zanakra. Despite his mad desire for glory in battle, there was a significant part of Kirik that hoped she’d run, knowing it was the only way they’d both make it out of this alive. But he if he backed down now, he’d lose his honor. If Zanakra was up for it, he’d have to keep fighting, even if it killed him. 

For now, all he could manage was to glare at her and let out snarling grunts as he tried to heave air into his damaged chest. 

OOC @Snelly the Fort Garsi crew, and whomever else is still around

This topic is indeed not allowed, but to give another answer your question the BZPRPG Starter Topic should have all the answers you are looking for, and of course to echo a goose people are also happy to answer questions in News and Discussion! It is a lot to get into the game but it moves slowly and it's okay to make mistakes : )

Yeah, the pirate ship Infernavika has spread the news that they are planning an expedition to Zakaz in the near future and are hiring crew in Ostia. While there's nothing stopping a second expedition getting underway, it might be more fun to join forces!

IC | Sanctum Archives
The white armored scholar led Dahkapa and Joskander down a narrow staircase carved into the solid ice wall of the sanctum, which emerged in a dim frigid room full of shelves and pillars, lit by old flickering lightstones. Their way was barred by a metal gate, but the scholar signed off at a guard's desk and led the two visitors through the shelves, which were filled with frost-covered books and thin stone tablets.

In a dark corner of the archives, he stopped and gestured silently to a bookshelf. "Our records on the Brotherhood are here. Please peruse at your leisure. Most of the items here can't be checked out by civilians, but you may try your luck at the front desk if you wish. May Mata-Nui guide you on your quest for knowledge." The scholar bowed, and left Joskander and Dahkapa to their studies. For a moment, it seemed as if they were alone among the old shelves, but glowing eyes in the darkness on the other side of the room betrayed a guard keeping them within eyeshot. 

OOC
@Daniel the Finlander@Endless Sea (Alaki Nuva)

IC

The guard returned with a Ko-Matoran scholar in all white armor in tow. As she wordlessly took up a position near the doorway, the scholar approached Dahkapa and Joskander with a soft smile. "Welcome home, Dahkapa. Your work as a scholar in this temple has not gone forgotten. I have ensured your request was approved, I'm sorry about all the paperwork these days. If you and your companion would like, I am happy to show you to the archives." 

Arrow you'll be missed, hope to see you again, however long it takes!

Believe it or not, there was once a time when I got abandoned in the middle of talking to someone because it took me a whole day to respond: people were writing nonstop, and there were new pages every few hours. But now the game runs at a much slower pace, which is good too: it makes it easier to stick with it long term, and I'm very thankful this game is still running.

IC | Kirik | Fort Garsi Battlefield

Kirik grinned into the dust where he lay face down on the battlefield, battered and bruised from the impact vision and the shower of rock shards, welcoming the challenge. He had been waiting a long time for a dancing partner like this.

Kirik dug each one of his claws and blades into the ground, raising himself up just enough to look up at Zanakra and make his eyes glow. He shot a zigzagging blast of laser vision at her, which took an unpredictable course of sharp random angles, out his control but in his enemy’s general direction. Blinded by the lasers emitting from his eyes and unable to see whether he had even wounded her or not, Kirik pushed off the ground and charged forward, barely slowing enough to keep himself from wheeling forward right back into the earth, swinging his bladed prosthetic and reigniting his shadowy electro chute blade.

OOC @Snelly and everyone else in the fight!

Whoops, that was not the edit button 😶

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On 9/5/2022 at 2:54 PM, Daniel the Finlander said:

IC: Sir Dahkapa (Sanctum)

 "Dahkapa. I used to have friends in the guard. Though I don't know if any of them still live..."

"Hopefully they still do," the guard said, before crisply turning on her heel and disappearing up a very narrow staircase set into the icy wall of the sanctum, leaving Dahkapa and Joskander to wait in the spacious room adjoining the hall of prophecies. A few guards stood between the large pillars, watching the scholars, administrators, and other visitors milling around the space. 

IC

The guard raised her head from the tablet she was scratching on at the mention of Ak'rei'an, fixing Dahkapa with a piercing stare. "And your name, Toa?"

@Daniel the Finlander @Endless Sea (Alaki Nuva)

IC 

"If you like." The guard said. "It may not be quick." She turned and pulled a tablet made of ice from the low shelf behind her. "What texts are you searching for?"

IC: Sanctum Guard

The guard kept her spear planted upright beside her, her spine as straight as a board, as she stiffly intoned her answer: "I will write the request for you. The archivists will evaluate it. My commander will make the final call."

On 8/9/2022 at 7:12 PM, Daniel the Finlander said:

IC: Sir Dahkapa (Ko-Koro Gates)

Dahkapa chuckled in amusement, though it was the dry chuckle of someone who was dead on the inside. "Alright. Follow me then," he said and quickened his pace of walking. He walked up the winding streets of Ko-Koro, slowly climbing up to the Sanctum. It had suffered greatly from the occupation by Makuta's vile followers, but the repairs had been impressive. Unsurprisingly, the Sanctum Guard closely guarded the entire area.

He approached one of them and bowed respectfully. "Greetings. Me and my friend are looking for certain books, and I was told they could be found here. Are we allowed to enter?"

IC

A guard with a pale blue Miru bowed back and spent a moment sizing the two up. When she spoke, her tone was expressionless, as if she was reciting an official edit. "The sanctum archives are only accessible to guards and authorized personnel. I do not recognize you as either. If you'd like, you can submit an official request to borrow specific books, but there are no guarantees it will be approved."  

IC

My mischievous grin was sucked off my face as the Rahkshi pulled the air out of my lungs, leaving me in a state of panic. Drowning is a special kind of fear, one that rings so many alarm bells in your brain that you can't really think about anything else; in this case, I was so disoriented that I didn't notice Breathless raise its staff to strike me until Lash told it to stop.

I gasp in immensely satisfying lungfuls of air and stumble away from the Rahkshi, coughing and gagging and putting my hands on my knees to catch my breath. After I recover, I turn to Lash with a bewildered, giddy smile. "******, I was hoping it would swing at me and I'd get to find out if my Calix is faster than a Rahkshi."

IC: Verak (Leva Bay)

Once the Rahkshi's arm was in position, I turn to face it in the eyes. "Alright, mate, you've got some intense eye contact going here, I like it. Now this is what I want you to do with me every time you finish beating somebody up:"

I wind up and give Breathless a proper palm-stinging high five. 

IC--Verak

I put my hands on my hips and squint back at Breathless. "Come on, like this." I go to grab her arm and teach her the high five motion, ignoring Lash.