Rorschach the Absolute

IC Xerrand As the vortixx approached, the Toa turned around, launching a bolt in her general direction

IC Xerrand The sound of thunder crackled with the Lightning. But it did not come from the sky, it came from within the forest. A great blue Toa, deep within the forest, calling lightning upon the already burned trees.

IC Xerrand The charred forest was a dark and ghastly place. So full of destruction and death. Kapura had once said that Makuta was there, in the trees. In the destruction. Kapura... Heavy black smoke loomed over the wahi, casting darkness and shadow over the land of fire. Amongst the looming chaos, electrical imbalances equalized overhead. The currents spiraled above the heart of the forest.

NPC Durok "I'm afraid that's all I know, ma'am" he replied. As he walked away he turned back and added "by the way, the charred forest should be safe to bring your companion." He turned back towards the Onu Koro highway and began to depart "If m'lady so chooses, of course" he called back.

Npc Durok The Matoran nodded slowly "Yes, sir. I advise that you mustn't keep him waiting. He has a bit of a temper."

NPC Durok The motoran pulled out his iStone "if there's nothing further you require," the Matoran added, "I must take my leave. Xerrand will await your arrival in the charred forest."

NPC Durok The Matoran bowed again to maintain an aura of dignity "the pieces are already in motion. My Masters agent awaits you as we speak"

NPC Durok The Matoran nodded "my master anticipated you would feel that way." He said "he has arranged a meeting with one of his associates" the Matoran replied. "Go to the charred forest. Follow the Lightning."

NPC Durok "If this is an issue with the ussualry, my master has arranged for discreet transportation."

IC Veneras The Toa of ice tipped his mask as the female Toa entered the room. He stood from his barstool as she approached, sitting again after she sat. Yeri turned to face the lady "W'll halloo lassy, wat c'n Iyee bay gett'n m'ladee?"

IC Niralle The letter was a formal invitation, which cordially invited Lash to the lords estate where she will receive "riches, esteem, and access to all the resources imaginable"

NPC Niralle's messenger The Matoran was frightened, but did not stir. He was professional. "I dare not intrude on my masters motives" he replied "he told me to tell you that he can offer you whatever you seek"

NPC Niralle's messenger It became increasingly clear that this vortixx was indeed lash. "This has nothing to do with your pet. My master has become increasingly impressed with you." He handed her the sealed letter "My master would welcome you." He said "with or without your rahkshi"

NPC Durok the Onu Matoran "I am sent on behalf of my master, Lord Niralle of Onu Koro" the Matoran held an envelope, closed with wax molded in an ornate seal. "He has prepared his most exquisite suite and anticipated her arrival."

I would first like to apologize for my extended leave. I recognize its been awhile. IRL has been crazy. Capstone, graduation, moving, new job, insanity. I hope you all have had fun, and I'd like to come back if you'll have me.

NPC Niralle's messenger An Onu Matoran walked the streets of Ga Koro. His master had been very clear: "find the vortixx with the rahkshi". The Matoran couldn't help but shiver. Both incredibly dangerous figures for a Matoran, but none as dangerous as displeasing lord Niralle. The Matoran spotted a vortixx wandering the streets. No rahkshi, but that figures. It would be unlikely for the guards to allow a rahkshi in the koro. The Matoran approached the vortixx and bowed low, "Good afternoon, ma'am. I am Durok, and I am searching for one called Lash. Might I inquire if you can help?"

IC Zealot "Hard to say" Zealot said taking a swig of his vodka as if it were beer. "I locked myself in my room shortly after my trial"

IC Yeri and Zealot Zealot nodded. It was an impressive weapon to be sure. Although weapons of shadow made zealot admittedly uncomfortable. His thoughts were broken as the glass landed just in front of Sentinel, the liquid following shortly after with not to drop spilled. After a soft applause, zealot turned back to sentinel and asked "So how long have you been an outsider?"

IC Zealot and Yeri The Lesterin nodded "Aye, that I do" he the turned around and began mixing. Z a lot extended his hand "Zealot " he introduced. "Formerly Veneras." He began putting his pipe as Yeri used his kanohi to throw ingredients in he air, all of which landing perfectly in the mixer. What's with the rahkshi staff?" The zealot inquired.

IC zealot For the first time since he sat down Zealot took notice of the other Ko Toa. Akaku, sword, shield. Typical. Yeri slid the pint of 80 proof Vodka to the Toa in ancient armor, "Yerr funeral meh friend" Zealot took a swig before turning to the other Ko Toa. "I'm afraid, good Toa, that your assumption is correct". Zealot took his pipe out of his long cloak and a match shortly followed. "Forgive me Toa, but your face is not one I recognize" he noted the single scoped akaku, "who might you be?"

IC Yeri and Zealot Yeri nodded and turned back to his case of bottles. Head still down, the Zealot did not notice his Ko Brother sit beside him. He just continued to sulk at the bar. Yeri turned around with two double shots on hand "Err he go lodds, tew Ihu Vodkas" Zealot looked up at his double shot, and the smiling lesterin before him. "I'm afraid you misunderstood me, good sir". Yeri looked confused as Zealot picked up his double, "You see," the Ko Toa clarified, "I wanted this in a PINT." Yeri gave a look of disdain. "I'm not so sheer thots a gid idea loddie" Zealot shot the tender a glance of ice "Just get it."

TheKo Toa sat alonein his room. He had no way of knowing how much time had passed, only that the broken remnants of spent tobacco clung to the air, filling his vision with a cloudy fog. His mind was similarly clouded, blurred by the unchecked emotions that he was meditating to freeze. The floor was skewed with half open books, scribbled papers of old memories and half formed thoughts. Essence. Accident. Form. Being. Passion. Emotion. Memories. Love. The Zealot was haunted by concepts such as these. He had been here, toiling over these fragmented thoughts for Mata Nui knows how long. His heart ached and his mind throbbed. He needed to find solace. His room was decorated in ancient homage to the great citadel. A shrine to the sanctum where he worshipped. A temple for his own heart. The sanctum where he had once found peace was now a place of sacrilege. The desecration of the temple. Exactly as prophesied. Veneras prayed he would not live to see the day. And now Zealot stood in it's wake. He needed peace. He needed rest. He needed a drink. IC Yeri Mac's Place had been under construction for weeks, and now finally the Obsidian Outpost had it's own in house bar. Yeri sat behind the bar cleaning glasses waiting for his first customer, singing to himself the familiar tune, "OY! I sailed my ship down to the bay, awaaaayy, down to Naho. I sailed away to find my stay down at Naho Bay. I had me a bottle of Po Pale Ale down at Naho Bay. I docked my ship and tossed my line awaayy down at Naho I drank my ale and i found my stay down at Naho Bay. I filled my sails with wind and ale down at Naho Bay. Awwayyyy down at Naho." He was about to begin another chorus when a white and blue Toa came stumbling in. "'Ello loddie, 'ad a bit too much of the predrink 'ave we?" The Ko Toa simply plopped at the stool, head in hands His request: "Vodka" was his only word. OOC both Yeri and Zealot are open for interaction

The Sacking of Ko Koro

I know I've been inactive for a while, but I have been working on this rough sketch of an art project Veneras mourning The Sacking of Ko Koro

IC Yeri MacGukko The lesterin rolled his eyes "you can't please everyone" he muttered under his breath turning to Veteran Yeri renewed his smile "Papsch alright?" he said lifting a bottle of whiskey IC Zealot The toa of ice looked coldly at her, "You dare to play with my emotions," he accused "keep me on the hook?" He looked her in denial "I should have known better" his voice was filled with dissapointment, but yet it was strong with resolute anger. "No one could ever love me!"