Falcon Lord

IC (Orderin, Le-Koro): He stepped carefully over to the bartender, and removed the blade pinning him to the wall, helping him down. Then, he sat down on the wreck of a table, and massaged his old knee injury, the fight having aggravated it. He smiled at the Matoran, "Thanks to you as well, that was a well placed hit." He stood again, and gathered his things, "I should take my leave. The guards will want to ask questions, and take a statement, and I have places to be." He slung his rucksack over his shoulder, and stepped towards the door, but hesitated for a moment, turning back to Poraku, "Mayhap our paths will cross again, one day, my friend. Until that day, I bid you farewell."

IC (Orderin, Le-Koro): Orderin rushed the Skakdi, first tackling her against a wall, and then pinning her arm behind her back, and doing his best to hold her there. As he wrestled with the Skakdi, he glanced at Poraku, "It's either an inconvenient coincidence, or some divine being is having a good laugh at our expense."

IC (Orderin, Le-Koro): Orderin stood quickly, turning to the door, and reflexively settling in to a fighting stance. The door hung loosely from its frame, nearly torn off the hinges. Standing in the middle was a tall Skakdi, heavily muscled. Based on the look of her eyes and gait, Orderin guessed she was heavily intoxicated. He began to offer the Skakdi a chance to stand down, but was cut short by her rushing towards him, bellowing something intelligible. Just as she reached him, he shifted his weight slightly, and hurled her back into one of the bar booths. He turned back to Poraku, and the few other patrons of the bar, "Somebody might want to call the guards, and arrest this Skakdi."

IC (Orderin, Le-Koro): Orderin's expression darkened, it seemed things had become even worse than before, while he had been away. "These are sad times. Mayhap once, these forests could protect those who dwelled within, but I fear that now, in light of recent events, the darkness has reached even here." He sat for a moment in silence, and sighed, "Still, let us not speak of such dark things. Let us drink, and be merry, if only for a little while." OOC: Akiri Matoro's assassination, and, subsequently, Ko-Koro being taken over by The Legacy, in league with The Brotherhood of Ak'rei'an, is a large part of all of the recent dark happenings, but things had being going downhill for a while before that.

IC (Orderin, Le-Koro): Returning to the dimly lit bar, Orderin slid in to a booth, and motioned for Poraku to sit across from him. He placed his things on the bench beside him, and called to the bartender for a drink. He then sat back in the bench, watching Poraku. The Matoran seemed a little naive, perhaps, but nice enough, with his heart in the right place. "So, friend Matoran, what bid you to wander here, so far from Po-Koro's sandy reaches, in these dark times?"

IC (Orderin, Le-Koro): Orderin smiled; the Matoran seemed friendly enough, and had an optimistic air about him, a rare thing, what with all the darkness of recent happenings. "Well met, friend, I'm Orderin. About a Kolhii match, I don't know, but that bar," He pointed towards the doorway he had just exited, "Serves a decent enough drink." He turned back to the Matoran, and leaned on his walking staff. "I should ask, have you come from Po-Koro? I've been out of commission for a while, and, I fear, not exactly up to date on the happenings around the Island."

IC (Orderin, Le-Koro): Orderin downed the last of his drink, and left a small tip on the table. He then slung his rucksack across his shoulder, and slipped out of the bar, on to the streets of Le-Koro. Across from the door, near the entrance to the Koro proper, a small Po-Matoran, clutching a Kolhii stick and an unusual looking sword, called out to the passers-by. Ordering gave a slight sigh, remembering his first meeting with another Matoran, who would become one of the few he called friend, and who he hadn't seen in more than a year. He walked over, giving a wave of greeting, to see what the Matoran was talking about.

IC: (Orderin, Le-Koro) Orderin stepped through the doorway, into the dimly lit bar. He slid in to a booth, put his rucksack down by his feet, and smiled. He was, for the first time in a long time, content. He called to the barkeep for a drink, and leaned comfortably back in the booth. He reflected on the recent past. He had secluded himself from the world, convinced that he had finally become obsolete in the rapidly changing world. But, in his seclusion, he had realized some things. He had been taking it upon himself to right all of the world's wrongs for too long, and it had been taking it's toll on him. He had resolved to take each day as it came, and to do what he could, but let the world take care of itself. He was shaken from his reverie by the barkeep placing his drink on the table. He thanked him, and handed him the fee. He took a long swig of the beverage. It was about time he got reacquainted with the world. OOC: Orderin, open for interaction.

IC Tuarn (Onu-Wahi, Papu Niho Reef): Tuarn, stepping down from the deck, paused for a moment, feeling the sand beneath his feet. He was, in a word, a little disappointed. Still, the journey had it's spoils. He was home again, and in possession of a woundrous tidbit of information about the world. He couldn't ask for much more than that from a voyage. He then turned to his fellow voyagers, those he had spent 2 years of his life with, "It has been a pleasure, my friends. I sincerely hope to see each and every one of you again." Letting his parting words hang in the air, Tuarn turned, and, with a little less spring in his step than usual, left, for parts unknown. OOC: Tuarn to Le-Wahi

IC (Orderin, Ga-Koro): "Agreed. Follow me." As he walked he looked over his shoulder at Syvra, "And how about you, a wanderer also?"

IC (Orderin, Ga-Koro): "Now that you know about me, what about you?" The tall Toa asked, looking inquisitively towards Ryzen.

IC (Orderin, Ga-Koro): "Yes, I have sometimes thought that myself. I take heart in the fact that it is valiant to try." Orderin looked to the sky, "I have wandered many a year, and never have I ceased this charge." He then looked once more towards Ryzen, "I've been doing it so long, it may very well be a part of my being."

IC (Orderin, Ga-Koro): Orderin nodded, "I would be happy to oblige. I am a wanderer, righting the wrongs of the world"

IC (Orderin, Ga-Koro): "Ah! Where have my manners gone? I'm Orderin." He smiled, giving a small bow to each Toa in turn, "I see you know each other, so that should do for introductions."

IC (Orderin, Ga-Koro): Orderin looked between the two Toa, sizing each one up. They knew each other, that was apparent, though Syvra's tone was respectful enough. Orderin decided to keep himself neutral, keeping his hand close to his blade, but making no threatening movements.

IC (Orderin, Ga-Koro): "Rest assured, I know my way to the village centre." Orderin strode down the street, being careful not to outpace Syvra, "So, how'd you manage to get that wound in the first place?"

IC (Orderin, Ga-Koro): "I'm sorry, I don't happen to. But I may be able to help you find one." Orderin walked towards the Toa and offered his hand, "I can take us to the centre of the village, we should be able to find some help there."

OOC: Mind if I take you up on that offer? IC (Orderin, Ga-Koro): Orderin stood alone in stoic contemplation. He enjoyed Ga-Koro's quiet, peaceful, atmosphere. It was a welcome reprieve from his generally turbulent life. Still, it seemed that fate was not in the mood to let him rest, for at that moment, a Toa stumbled by. He was a Toa of Plantlife, that was clear enough. On his face was a Kanohi Tryna, a mask Orderin had not seen in many a year. The Toa's leg stopped at the ankle, his leg replaced by a simple wooden prosthetic. "Hail friend!" Orderin called out, "You seem to be in a bit of trouble, may I offer some assistance?"

Very interesting. I'm a big RPG player, mostly D&D, but I once tried playing a BIONICLE game using FATE. It never really happened, but I might end up trying again when this system becomes playable. I'll be watching this avidly, and might pitch in with some stuff when I have the time.

IC (Orderin, Streets of Ga-Koro): Orderin walked down the street, surveying the area. It was calm. He could almost settle down in a place like this, but, deep within himself he knew he'd always keep wandering. He still needed to fight against the shadow, to stop it from consuming all the light that remained. For at least a while though, he could rest. He would travel onwards to Le-Koro, maybe look up an old friend. After that though, he would be back to his calling, the battle would not wait. OOC: Orderin, tall Le-Toa, open for interaction.

IC: (Tuarn, Endless Ocean, The Inika) The old Toa of Plantlife quickly finished the rest of the crack, "I think I need a bit of a rest. I'm not as strong as I used to be, and all these repairs are taxing me. I'll be in my cabin if I'm needed." Tuarn then strode belowdecks and retired to his chambers, reminiscing about the past. Tuarn sat on the edge of his bed, pondering, "How many places have I been? How many things have I seen?" He asked, out loud, "Too many." He said firmly, answering his own question. IC: (Orderin, Ga-Koro) Orderin sat in the rundown Ga-Koro bar, quietly eating at a corner table, his back to the wall. Sheathed at his side was his recently reforged sword, his spear was propped against the wall. Finishing up his drink,he picked up his spear and left a tip on the table for the waitress. He then walked quietly out the the door and into the streets of Ga-Koro. After parting ways with Tivanu, Orderin had been at a crossroads in his life. For now at least, he had settled down, but it wouldn't last long. Orderin could feel the road calling to him; he had to keep wandering, it was all he had ever known.

IC: Tuarn nodded grimly, "I'll do what I can to fix any remaining damage, but I'm not sure there's enough time."

IC: "I find myself agreeing with Tivanu more and more these days; it seems to me that no monetary reward is needed. The fact that we brought a criminal to justice should suffice. Orderin then turned to leave, before, seeming to have a thought, he turned back, "One question, what is, in your personal opinion, the best resteraunt in town, Akiri?"