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OOC: I suppose I will start this off again. IC: Zaak Zaak surveyed the carnage that had been strewn around the beach after the battle, and sighed. The Toa Seal was a sight to behold, but it still contained a powerful, evil, and hyper-intelligent creature. I'll have to find someone with a mask of telekinesis to keep him in check, so he doesn't pull another stunt like he did on the beach. he thought, thinking about the illusion the Makuta had tried to trap them in. Oh well, there was still an island to get off of, so Zaak went to the ship and swung onto the deck over the rail. OOC: Open for interaction.

IC: "Wow. An Ice Giant, that takes some serious skill. Wait a moment... Matt, can you shield your mind? This one is a telepath. If you can, do so now. We will meet more strange, weak magical people, but this one actually has pretty strong psychic powers. I'll scan his mind." Will focused his thoughts and created a mental probe, reaching out to the psychic's mind. Finding no resistance, Will quickly looked through his memories, and found nothing evil. He was just unlucky to startle them. "Matt, release him. I forgot to tell you the most dangerous part of these lands, the people who have some magic. Keep on watch for them, and shield your mind, some have basic mind control."

OOC: Should we ask LoAB if that should be the default magic system? (written backwards) IC: "Sounds good. And if you want a more efficient way to light up a place, I would suggest this. "Ria, etaerc llams thgil!" Will said in a commanding voice. A small, floating light popped into existence about five feet in front of and five feet above Will's face. It provided as much illumination as a good lamp. "That is a spell I learned, it isn't affiliated with any specific type of magic that I know of, but you should be able to do it." There was a crackling sound off to the left, and Will whipped his head in that direction just in time to see a black-robed person slip into the shadow. "It appears we are not alone."

IC: "If you are ready, we should go now." Will followed Matt to the stables, and each selected a mount. They rode out the gates, and started their journey into the wastes, Will following his memory to what had been his home for the past few months. OOC: With horses, it would take about a day to reach the ruined castle.

OOC: I will post it tonight, just I have to leave now, so yeah. I will post it around 8:45.

Chapter 5 “What is going on? We’ve been walking for hours.” Frank said in a whining voice. “I don’t know and he can’t tell us,” I gestured towards Lhikan. “Those disks of translation wore off a while ago.” I sighed heavily and continued walking. The Vakhi weren’t attacking yet, but they were looming over my friends like a flock of vultures. But the worst part was how short I was compared to the Vakhi. It made me feel weak and vulnerable. I had managed to grab the sword I had obtained earlier, but it was weighing me down and I would probably drop it if this hike went on any longer. “Seriously, they take one step for every five of ours, and I’m wearing flip-flops. Jake did not say that this would work.” Frank shot a poisonous glare at Jake. “Shut up! All you’ve done is complain this whole time about how not everything is going perfect the way you usually have it, but life isn’t about perfection, it’s about trying new things. And if it makes you feel better, you can hand me the Toa Stone you’re carrying.” I took the Stone from Frank, and almost dropped it. It seemed a lot heavier and colder than mine, but I slipped it into my other pocket. We continued our trek through the Archives, occasionally encountering working Matoran. Usually they were too busy cataloging or sorting stuff, but a few took notice and gawked at us. One of them held a familiar disk, and promptly slammed it on the ground. “Who and what in Mata Nui’s name are you?” He poked Chris, who jumped back, startled. “You have no mechanical parts. Intriguing… he trailed off and walked away, muttering calculations under his breath. Lhikan took advantage of the temporary translation capabilities provided by the Matoran’s disk and said, “The Turaga will want to see what you’ve found.” Now that he wasn’t trying to kill me, I detected a note of sadness or bitterness in his voice, or maybe anger. I remembered the Toa Metru, and thought about the complexities of the space time continuum. Take people at point A, rip a hole to point B, deposit people. The more I thought about it, the more I suspected that our arrival here had somehow created an alternate Bionicle Universe. One where Lhikan had failed in his duty along the way, or maybe one where Makuta had already been defeated. Just then, we emerged into a vast cavern with an elevator in the middle. When I looked at the wall opposite the lift, I did a double take. There was a statue of Toa Vakama, and although different from the LEGO set I had built years ago, the key elements were the same. Behind us was the biggest surprise of all, though. There was a statue of Toa Whenua, but at the base of the statue were Matoran numbers. Luckily, I remembered the Bionicle time system, so I checked the dates against the date on the Coliseum’s scoreboard when we got to this world. My eyes widened, my breath went short, and I froze in place. I rechecked the dates, but I got the same result. Toa Whenua had died, if I translated the short carving underneath correctly, two months ago, while destroying the Makuta. After doing some quick deductive reasoning, I figured that the majority of pieces we had used in the portal were from Metru Nui sets, but there were some Toa Mata pieces there too. We didn’t just punch through from point A to point B, we ripped a huge gash through the Bionicle timeline leading up to Metru Nui! Everyone started walking again, so I hurried to catch up. After running my reasoning through Chris, the smartest person in the group, he confirmed that, given the magical properties of the portal, it could be possible. “But if that’s so, what is the purpose of us getting Toa Stones? I mean, Unity, Duty, Destiny, right?” he put emphasis on Destiny. “Nothing in the Bionicle Universe ever happens without some big reason, and if we just got Toa Stones, I shudder to think what will happen later.” He was right, of course, just as annoyingly correct as he always was. Needless to say, my spirits weren’t lifted one bit. We had reached the lift without my noticing, and now we were descending into the Colliseum again. I gazed in wonder at the beautiful panorama of the City of Legends, drinking in the wonder and sheer power of merely the sight of the great city. Just as soon as I saw it though, it ended, and the lift was in a stone chute the rest of the way up. “I sincerely hope that this meeting goes better this time.” We all looked at Jason, looked at each other, and started laughing uncontrollably. http://www.bzpower.c...?showtopic=7733 (review)

Thank you for your review, it is really helpful. First off, Jake's idea about the portal will be explained later. As for the spelling, I have fixed that in the the future chapters. But thank you for pointing that type of error out, I will fix those in the posts I make later. I blame auto correct, it was changed from danged to... well, you know. Jason actually does have near military grade explosives, I based him on a friend from real life. And my line of reasoning on why the Vhaki didn't take them was because they didn't know what they were. Plus, he is an expert lock picker, and can use a variety of weapons. Thank you so much for your review, I wrote a chapter trying to follow your advice, hopefully it is good.

IC: "Well, funny story about that. I actually have no allegiance because I have been in the blasted wastes my whole life. I will think on it and see. And going to the tower would be good, we could move all the scrolls I fixed over here. They should all be safe in a vault under the wreckage. That is where I left them, at least. The tower is around two to three days walk from here, so we should get provisions and rest up so we can start at first light tomorrow. Are you up for it?"

IC: Will accepted the book. "Actually, yes. It says that it was the stone of a wizard in olden times, and contained many mystical powers. It doesn't say much about the powers, except that prolonged exposure to the stone can unlock basic magical abilities. And if this is just a fragment, then imagine what the whole stone could do." Will examined "The Coldest Magic". "Wow, this is very different from the carvings I found, and actually has less spells, if I'm not mistaken, I can't cast most of the ones I found at the tower, but I definitely found more powerful and numerous varieties of spells near where I found the stone."

IC: "I would suggest starting with a branch of one of your current specializations. Try water first, as it is a branch of ice. I learned that the more destructive elements are harder to control, such as fire and weather." Will started poring over the various items in his book, until something he said earlier came to his attention. "Matthew, I lied about Necromancy. The most I can summon is a mouse. Oh yeah, and could you maybe teach me some more advanced ice magic?"

OOC: I have around two spells in each category, one defense and one offense. IC: "Yes, let's. I haven't found a new book in ages." Will waited for him to go to the library, since he didn't know where it was. "By the way, where did you learn magic? I found some ancient scrolls and carvings in some ancient, huge castle back in the wastes, but where did you learn yours?"

IC: "Not really. I can do most elemental magic, but can also influence animals, some telekinesis, telepathy, and a tiny bit of necromancy. I'm strong in magic, but I don't know a lot of spells in one area of magic. Also, do you know what this could possibly be?" Will tapped the glowing stone on the end of his rapier. "When I do magic, it seems to pulsate and give me extra strength."

IC: Sonyaxe Sonyaxe watched as the Mealstorm seemed to drain out of the ship, bringing most of the Stormlings' power with it. Kowaski opened up on them with his DEAR, and they folded under the assault like a piece of paper. The group walked to the main room, looking for something else to do. OOC: open for interaction.

OOC: My bad, I keep thinking of Winterfell as Falcon's Roost.... my bad. IC: Will started. He had not heard a voice in so long. "I am William Rickon, and I also practice magic." Noting the blue orb on his staff, Will figured he was an elementalist. "So, what magic do you practice? Wind? Ice?" He knew from an old carving about how magic worked, and how certain objects transmitted certain powers better.

OOC: That was more or less my plan anyway, but I don't want to start it off myself because I don't know exactly where in Falcon's Roost he is. Will is in sight of the walls, so maybe your guy goes for a walk and sees him?

Name: William Rickon. Gender: Male Appearance: Tall, thin, fair hair, green eyes. Wears the remnants of a wool cloak. Personality: Quick witted, stubborn, and argumentative. Likes to spend time just thinking and reading, when he can find a book. Alliegance: None, as of now. Weaponry: A steel rapier that was passed down through his family, with a strange, glowing fragment of stone he found in the ruins of a huge, ruined castle. Skills: Swordplay, very basic all around magic. Biography: Will grew up in the far reaches of the blasted wastes with his mother and father, whose families had been survivors of a great war. Living there was a challenge, and soon his parents passed away when he was about fourteen. He remembered tales of a land unspoiled by anything in the blasted wastes, and started slowly making his way there. Along the way, he found scraps of parchment and broken carvings in the same ruins he found the stone in. He stayed there for a while, piecing together the broken carvings and shredded parchment until they were legible, and found that they were carvings explaining magic. After more searching, Will found enough of a spell book to attempt to start a fire with magic, and it worked. He learned about many other spells, becoming fairly powerful but not having many spells at his disposal. He hopes to find people more skilled in magic to learn from, once he gets out of the wastes.

Toa of Gravity with a Kadin crushes everything as he swoops at the ground.... I like.

Looks good, when this comes out I may have a goal within the RPG if it is allowed.

You're "secrets" have been discussed a few pages back. And Katuko, when can we expect an update with maps?

"oh. fun I can now make a huiru, a mix between a Huna and a Miru" Don't forget a Kahumiru, Kakama+Huna+Miru=PURE AWESOME!!! (lol i tried it, actually works pretty well, especially when you are a Toa of Plasma with all stats at 500000. Equation- + + =

Oh, I see. The map, btw, looks like a flipped around Westeros.

IC: Sonyaxe "Kowaski! Where have you been? And what are you holding?" "A new weapon, lets go to the venture explorer." With that, everyone got into their rockets and flew there. Once at the infected ship, Kowaski blew a hole into the engineering room. Unfortunately, when they dropped in there, they were surrounded by dark spiderlings! Kowasiki opened fire with his DEAR, and watched in disbelief as it mowed down the spiders like blades of grass. There was still too many enemies, and soon we were all fighting back to back. Whenever Sonyaxe tried to summon a creature, he had to stop or risk being decapitated. The first casualty was Tim. "Aagh!" Tim yelled out as he fell, mealstorm already festering in his wound. Sonyaxe held his shield up to the gash, but even though he absorbed the mealstorm in it, there was still a big, gaping wound in his side. Kowaski went beserk, and started throwing imagination grenades (very expensive) into the biggest crowd of Mealstorm he could find. The battle breifly turned in our favor, and Sir Aaron managed to bandage Tim's wound. The Mealstorm creatures rallied, and were about to charge. OOC: open for interaction

I would probably play this, just one question though. I just started A Game of Thrones,and there are several mentionings of wizards and such. Are these all false? If not, could our character be one? Thanks, -sonyaxe

Story name and link: The ChroniclesReview topic link: The Chronicles-ReviewNumber of chapters: 4 so far, a few got spliced together somehow.

I woke up later in captivity. I HATED being confined, but there wasn’t much I could do about it. I was shackled to the walls by my wrists, and it hurt. A lot. Looking around, I saw all of my friends chained in a similar fashion. We were in a circular room, and the air was hard to breath. At first I panicked, thinking we were being gassed, but then I calmed down. We were actually really high in the air, and I suddenly realized that I needed to pop my ears. It took a while, but I finally popped them. After that, I contemplated the problem of getting out of here. Coming up with some ludicrous plans filled the time, but I sighed and thought back on everything that had led us here. The dreams, the time tunnel, the hopelessness of having nothing with us. Frank had flip-flops on for God’s sake! These thoughts were banished from my mind when I heard Jake groan. He didn’t look good. He had landed on his feet, but looked like he had twisted or broken an ankle. Everyone else had sustained similar injuries, but they were fine, including me. “Where are we?” Groaned Chris as he slowly came out of his stun-staff induced stupor. “We’re in the Coliseum, and pretty high up if I’m not mistaken. Someone should be in shortly, if my memories of Bionicle politics are correct.” I said. The doors whooshed open directly across from me, and in stepped Turaga Dume himself, flanked by two Nuurahk. His mask looked different, though I couldn’t quite place what it was. He said something in a strange language, probably Matoran, but it was not like English at all. It sounded more primitive, but also more concise. Kind of like German. When he tried again, his mask started glowing softly. I mentally facepalmed. He had a Kanohi Rau, mask of translation. “Who in Mata Nui’s name are you?” Hmm. Mata Nui doesn’t translate into creator in English. Strange. Remembering my manners, I responded with a classic answer. “I’m me, and can’t be anything but me.” I said with a slight smirk. In the background, I think Jake snickered. I had been waiting to say that for AGES. The Turaga, though taken aback by my answer, simply asked again, “Who are you?” More forcefully this time. “I’m Kai, that one with the crazy grin is Jason, the one who’s probably halfway out of his shackles is Andy, and the rest are Chris, Frank, and Jake. We are not from anywhere near here, and if you would just let us go, we could probably find a way back.” “No.” A simple answer, and one that I wasn’t hoping for. I switched to pig Latin, and shouted to Jason: “(translation) Make this place go boom!” He cackled maniacally, and the wall behind him exploded, (where does he get those dang military grade explosives?) propelling him forward amid a cloud of debris. He actually brought a pocket knife, and wasted no time in picking the locks while the Vakhi and Dume were blinded. We sprinted for the elevator, when a red and gold figure landed in front of us, twin greatswords with fire licking down the lengths of them shining as brightly as his armor. He was easily three feet taller than us, with flames in his hand to boot, so we all froze. “Lhikan?” I asked timidly. Until this, being here had been a dream, but now… “RUN!” shouted Frank. Jett threw his pocket knife at the Toa's forehead, but it just ricocheted off his armored face. Meanwhile, the Vakhi were firing again. Jason fell under a hail of the stun bolts first, just before he finished priming two more explosives. They didn’t go off, and we were systematically taken down, one by one. I was the last left standing. I picked up a long chunk of rock, about the size of a sword, and stood facing insurmountable odds. The Vakhi staffs hummed, charging up, and I knew that when I woke up, if I woke up, I would be in the archives. The Vakhi opened fire, and once again I felt blackness overwhelm me. The last thing I saw was Toa Lhikan’s face, staring at mine as if he recognized me. Okay, comment for more, I have put this chapter off for a while, so enjoy! http://www.bzpower.c...?showtopic=7733 (review) The Chronicles Chapter 4 I really have to stop getting stunned by those staffs, it feels like I have a migraine. I thought as I lay on what appeared to be an operating table. Metal implements lay on a table beside me, glinting harshly in the bright, surgical room light. I would have grabbed one of those wickedly sharp knifes I saw just laying there, but I was completely strapped down and not thinking clearly. I remembered this place from a book, though. It was where they took Rahi to dissect them. I shuddered at the thought. Around me, I saw my friends similarly bound, all with scared looks on their faces. Their fear was warranted, but right now, I needed out of here. I heard a door open, and voices drifted my way from the other room. I realized I could understand them, and I saw some disks of translation scattered throughout the room “No! It took forever to get them here, and now you want us to move them again?” “Sorry, the head archivist ordered it. We got a bunch of krana, and this room is where we need to dissect them, while they are alive.” “Fine, but you’re team is moving them, and you owe me a drink later.” “Done, I know a shortcut past a pile of relics that are waiting to be cataloged.” Wonderful, I’ve always wanted to see the Archives. I remembered. All the Rahi, just waiting to be seen. Sadly, I feared that I would be the newest exhibit. Once again, I passed out. A moving sensation… falling... My head slammed into the ground, startling me back into the waking world. The stretcher bearer had stubbed his toe, and dropped the stretcher, with me still attached. The Matoran behind me accidentally backed into my stretcher, and it tipped off a small incline, dumping me into a pile of junk. Luckily, there appeared to be some weapons in here, so I rubbed against a sharp edge until my bonds broke. I was rooting around for a sword when one of the Matoran noticed me. “Hey! Get out of there, those are ancient relics. They are extremely valuable!” “Whatever, I’m getting me and my friends out of here, so just leave me be.” just then, my hand brushed against a sword hilt. When I drew it, the gleaming protosteel caught the light, with the stylized flames appearing to be real. Then, the whole pile collapsed, revealing what had been at the bottom of the stack. Six dull, but multicolored lightstones. Wait, these aren't lightsones… all had the symbol of the Three Virtues on it, and when I kicked one, it lit up! Toa Stones, but why are they lit up? There are only two explanations. My thinking was cut short by the tramping of heavy boots down the corridor. The Matoran gasped in awe as the stone I kicked rolled up a hill toward me. Then the other Toa Stones were rolling, each towards one of my friends. All were glowing now, but I saw a quartet of Rhorzak sprinting towards us, followed by Toa Lhikan. I gulped, knowing that if Lhikan caught us, we would never escape. So I pocketed the Toa Stone and raised my blade, ready for a one-sided fight. Steel clashed on steel as he made a slash at my chest with his greatsword. I barely deflected it, but it hit my sword out of my hand and slammed me into the wall. I fell to one knee, and reached behind my head. I felt blood. With my vision tinted red with rage, I staggered up and faced Lhikan, fists raised Just then, all the Toa Stones flared, blinding everyone in the tunnel. Toa Lhikan gasped, and lowered his swords. Lhikan simply said “Come with me.” Please review and stuff, yay. http://www.bzpower.c...?showtopic=7733 (review)