Unreliable Narrator

@Kal the Guardian, Forgemaster Viltia NUVA and her companion Muaka NUVA Proxima are approved.

Definitely the joints and the jaw! I immediately began imagining making chomping sounds and having that little rahi running rampant.

IC: Grime | Temple, Kumu "The obelisk," Grime shouted back. "What do you mean the - oh." Without much thought Grime's feet found their way to the obelisk of which Stannis spoke. He saw Korruhn already present and gave a nervous little wave. "So. Now what? Do we hit it? Or are we supposed to ask it a question too?" OOC: @EmperorWhenua, @Gecko Greavesy, @Crimson Jester IC: Nuju | Kini-Nui "Those are two great questions. I don't know what it is. It's a substance I've never been able to analyze. If I had a lab of trained Ga-Matoran researchers and some funding I'm sure we could discover what it is. However, I think I have at least one idea for what it does. During the assault, this was to be used as a means of trapping and controlling a Great Spirit. Barraki Pridak thought this was possible. Why and how he never explained, much to the frustration of Nidhiki. I have no doubt that mockery of a toa would have fled with this the instant he learned the secrets of such power. Unfortunately, I died before witnessing what happened. I remember a throne, a dais, a titan of metal and bone, and pain. So much pain. Perhaps you should take it down there." Nuju pointed a finger towards the Suva-Kaita, and gestured downwards. "Something lurks in the darkness below. Sorilax knows the way." OOC: @Gecko Greavesy, and sneaky Bronk too ( @Sparticus147) IC: Reliable Narrator | Elemental Temple of Air It. She. Viltia. Viltia’s feet rested on white water, like frosted glass. Something dark reflected below her. It stood as she stood, and moved as -- She could move. She could step and shift and laugh. Why was she? Where was she? Was this death? It couldn’t be death. Could it? The stars were so bright. They dazzled her. Each star was a world of possibility, countless solar systems begging to share their history, their hopes, their fears. Would she love them? Did they matter? Were they beautiful even though they were broken? OOC: @Kal the Guardian, what does Viltia try to do? Please use her non-NUVA profile for this interaction.

1. Elements means elements.This is the same as with the elemental ruins puzzles 2. Elemental powers do not work. This is the same as with the elemental ruins puzzles 3. Kanohi were not provided.

OOC: Music, should you like it. IC: Reliable Narrator | Mi-Kiri They descended in peace. Sorilax’s quick thinking proved the better of gravity to the detriment of the soft shuffling of their feet echoing uncomfortably loud down the open descent compared to the silence of previous travel. Suddenly they felt as if their bodies fell through the ice of a frozen lake, an audible electric pop filled the air, and Sorilax’s powers fizzled out. They fell about fifty feet until they hit the bottom with a crash, nearly knocking Mahrika’s mask off. “Well, well, well. Nice of you to drop in,” said the Admin, his voice echoing all around. “I thought you two might meet eventually. A shame really, letting Kas go. He was so useful in captivity.” The space they stood in was the bottom of an elevator. The blasted remains of doors littered the floor and the space beyond. Stepping through the opening, Sorilax and Mahrika found themselves in a strange pentagonal room. The walls were full of some sort of computing system, flickering lights blinking and winking while the hidden machinery hummed intensely. Sound bounced harshly off the stone of the room. Thick bundles of cables plugged into walls, twisting across the floor like the thick tree roots of the Fau Swamp Sorilax called home. “Now, there are some rules,” The Admin continued; “I really wouldn’t try breaking me. You have no idea how many things would crumble to dust. I’ve tried to be fair with you creatures, you filthy little matoran of the land, I really have, but now my patience has reached its end. Look with your eyes, but don’t touch or you might just delete your measly little culture. It would be such a waste to have to kill you now.” The room had doorways on the far left and right walls. The two open doorways teased a further pentagonal room beyond each, floors free of cables. The matoran and the aspect-possesed rahkshi could pass freely through the doorways without harm, moving between all three rooms as they wished. However, no matter how hard Sorilax tried, the powers of his elements would not cooperate. Somehow they were being dampened. A white floor peaked out from beneath the cables twisting atop it in the center room. In one wall a kanohi could be placed into a copper lined recessed space. Placing a mask in the recessed wall caused an electric spark and immediately closed both doors leading to the other rooms with some sort of rippling repulsive energy barrier. It flickered with rainbow light, and no physical objects passed through it. Removing the kanohi opened the doors. The center room also contained a series of three glittering pendant lights. From left to right the pendant lights were ruby red, opal white, and amber yellow. Placing a mask in the recessed space that closed both doors made the opal white pendant light glow with a soft yellow warmth. A red floor awaited them in the left room, the walls similarly covered in humming computers. In one wall a kanohi could be placed into a copper lined recessed space. Placing a mask in the recessed wall caused an electric spark and filled the doorway with the rainbow light barrier to the room. The ruby pendant light lit with a soft glow. Removing the kanohi opened the door. The right room’s floor was yellow, and in one wall a kanohi could be placed into a copper lined recessed space. Placing a mask in the recessed wall caused an electric spark and filled the doorway with the rainbow light barrier to the room. The amber pendant light lit with a soft glow. Removing the kanohi opened the door. “Good luck finding what you’re after, air breathers.” OOC: @Harvali, @Kal the Guardian, welcome to the Mi-Kiri puzzle room!! This is a difficult puzzle (3-4/5) and will take some collaboration to accomplish. You should have every clue you need in this post to solve it. If you have questions, please feel free to post them in the OOC topic where a GM (probably me) can answer them as quickly as we can. Let the puzzle begin!!

IC: Reliable Narrator | Mi-Kiri They snuck past the guards as best they could, Sorilax trying his best to maintain a solid connection to the rahkshi through which he thrust his powers. It seemed to work. At least, the eminent scholar of plants and rahi seemed to believe so. The vahki according to Ollem and Mahrika were lifeless constructs, and thus would be expected to be hollow and untouched with a spark of something Sorilax sensed like the sound of a buzzing fly. These vahki were different. The droning of their souls nearly broke his concentration: they were the same, but different. It was as if one soul were split between two bodies. Sorilax could feel the agony of the trauma beginning to creep into him. “If you don’t report it I’ll have to report it,” stated one of the vahki abrasively. Mahrika heard the machine speaking clear as daylight. It pointed towards the origin of the earlier sound. The other vahki shook its head. “You can report all you want, but I want nothing to do with him. The less we’re around him the safer we are,” the other said in response. It had painted a few of its rib plates red and blue, and Mahrika’s keen sight noticed the matoran symbol for one painted on the top of the mask it wore as a necklace. “Speak for yourself, I want to leave. I’ve done nothing with my life so far. I want to go on an adventure!” “No you don’t. Adventures are dangerous and cause nothing but trouble.” “Easy for you to say, you’ve never had an adventure either,” said the first vahki that spoke. It clacked the disk-mandibles around its mouth and shrugged. “But you’re the boss, so I guess I have to listen to you.” The other vahki nodded in agreement, letting its gaze drift away from its companion. By then, Sorilax and Mahrika were between them and scooching slowly past. It paused and stared at the air where Sorilax and Mahrika were, but didn’t process their presence. “That’s right, you have to listen to me,” said the vahki that was apparently the boss of the other; “and since I’m the oldest and understand things better you should -- hey, wait! Get back here! How dare you leave your post! TAKUAAAAA!” The first vahki had run off with a whoop and a holler, traipsing away as their little blue pakari jangled against their body. The older vahki sighed, but did not follow. Mahrika and Sorilax made it safely to the lift. Squeezing through the doorway they found a small lip of steel to stand on, and a very long drop below. OOC: good thinking! Checkpoint reached @Harvali, @Kal the GuardianNow do you jump or do something else? IC: Reliable Narrator | Kini-Nui "Yes," said Nuju as he beheld what Sidra showed him. "Yes I do know what this is. You should put it away and never show another, except in the most dire of circumstances. This is what Pridak planned to use to win the war. What does it mean to you?" @Gecko Greavesy IC: Grime | Who knows anyway, probably something ate him "Um, hello," said Grime as he stood in this strange space and took in his surroundings. "Korruhn? Stannis? Whisper? Anybody?" OOC: @EmperorWhenua, @Crimson Jester, @Gecko Greavesy

I'll double check the original description of the location when I can -- I do know that the length of the temple is no small distance. Thanks for your patience! Edit: looks to be described as over 300 feet from end to end in notes, so I would say a private conversation on a Amaja Circle probably would be difficult to hear by the Far Rift Portal. Someone standing near the Suva-Kaita could probably hear to the end either direction to pick up any moderate to loud chatter, depending on ambient noise (read: is a kaiju attacking or are missiles being launched into the air). Hope thay helps!

IC: Nuju | Kini-Nui "Stannis the Wanderer offering clues as to where he goes? I've seen stars give clearer warnings than him. He gave no clue, just pocketed the makoki stone and left me sitting here like a chained fool," Nuju replied. He clicked his tongue a few times as he thought to himself. Then he said; "Stannis said a few things about scholars and liars, and he made a few pointed attempts to suggest I knew something about him. I played along, figuring it would reveal more. I think he was implying that he knew what I knew, which is uncharacteristic because I don't know what I would know that he knew that I know, you know? Actually, do you know? I don't know. I don't like when I don't know what people think I know, because if I knew it then I'd know it and they'd know they didn't know what I knew. This makes my head hurt." OOC: @Gecko Greavesy

IC: Nuju | Kini-Nui “I was aware of one stone being hidden within two possible timelines within the Far Shore. Stannis found one. I do not have the data to conclusively determine if there is only one of something within the Far Shore. Rather, the data would indicate there’s nothing in there at all. It’s beyond our reality after all, how can it exist in the first place? If you are not a tracker, perhaps someone you know can assist in finding our fugitive. If only I had a few good vahki on my side,” Nuju said as he fell into contemplation. OOC: @Gecko Greavesy IC: Takadox | Spiriah’s Labyrinth He coughed and choked a little on the blood in his mouth. Spitting, he felt a few teeth leave with the phlegm. He wiped mud from his face and let go of the mesi, satisfied they were dead. “I hate you all,” Takadox said with a grimace, patting the dead warrior he’d straddled and stabbed. “I hope you have a horrible place where you go when you die. Here’s hoping what you had in the present stayed around for me. With my luck you’d be greedy enough to take your stuff with you.” Takadox rummaged through what the two warriors had been carrying, his hands feeling more than his eyes saw: some weapons, armor too big for his body that he quickly threw aside, a couple kanoka disks, a few dirty scraps of fabric, and the dregs of something stale in a dried gourd flask. He held the gourd high, shaking it and tapping the outside to dislodge what was left before throwing the container further down the tunnel. “Guess I’ll just sit here,” he commented to no one in particular, knowing full well the shadows were watching. They were always watching. Lost and alone, he curled up against the side wall of the tunnel, hugging his new possessions for lack of a proper bag. It was a while before he stirred again. “Is that, salt water?” Takadox asked, incredulous. He stumbled to his feet, the left having fallen asleep and giving him trouble as he struggled towards the scent. He could definitely smell it now: the ocean! Or maybe he was just going in circles and was about to drown himself. Worth the risk, he figured...

IC: Nuju | Kini-Nui Nuju rubbed his mask with his hands, sighed, and looked back at the NUVA in his presence. He seemed a little calmer. Sidra NUVA could tell with her psionic powers Nuju was doing his best to suppress his anger. He said; “Believe me when I say I understand. Faith is a ruthless fanatic. There is no logic to faith. Faith is what got us in this mess to begin with. We put our faith in dreams, and they betrayed us for a single taste of mortality. Free Tren-Krom? Oh no Sidra, it is us who need to be freed. We’re the ones locked away, lost in the torment of repetition, not Tren Krom. We bathe in their light, we exist as them or even enact their will, but we are separate and adrift with nothing but our ever-growing nightmares for company. We need those stones. Stannis found the one I’d been looking for and now he’s gone. He holds a potential key to our deliverance, and I doubt his intentions after our prior chat. Why is he always in the right place at the right time? At first I thought it was a hero’s intuition, but now I have my suspicions.” OOC: @Gecko Greavesy, hey look -- a fetch quest! IC: Administrator | Ruins of Air "Are you sure that's wise," the Admin chimed in as Viltia approached the pedestal and withdrew her great disk. "All experiments with you air-breathers had a control group. Best to-" Any words the Administrator spoke were lost on Viltia as her entire being became golden light... She felt nothing. Honestly, she was nothing. Well, she was something: dead. OOC: @Kal the Guardian, stay tuned IC: Administrator | Elemental Ruins of Stone "A temple has been activated," the Administrator said without prompting. It spoke loud enough for those throughout the temple to hear plainly. "A temple to the South has been activated." OOC: anyone in the Elemental Ruins of Stone? IC: Administrator | Elemental Ruins of Earth "A temple has been activated," the Administrator said without prompting. It spoke loud enough for those throughout the temple to hear plainly. "A temple to the South has been activated." OOC: anyone in the elemental ruins of Earth? IC: Administrator | Elemental Ruins of Ice "A temple has been activated," the Administrator said without prompting. It spoke loud enough for those throughout the temple to hear plainly. "A temple to the South has been activated." OOC: anyone in the Elemental Ruins of Ice? IC: Grime | Kumu Peninsula “Okay so we ask questions to the door and the door thinks about it? And then if the door thought really hard about it we get let inside? I can work with that.” Grime fiddled with the keys of his squeezebox, squared up with the door, played a sustained C sharp on the instrument, and said over the droning note; “What is this single note That’s the same in all places But changes depending on scales Printed on pages?” ooc: @Gecko Greavesy, @Crimson Jester, @EmperorWhenua

*checks GM notes* yes? Escapement may hold a solid clue to the answer to your question.

IC: Nuju | Kini-Nui “You know what, that’s a great question. Just great. Imagine that, some idiot breaks a rock and dooms us all because they want to be a god of ashes. You know what’s even better? Stannis. Stannis goes in there,” Nuju jabbed first thumb at the portal, “comes back out with exactly what we need to start fixing this mess, and then runs away with it because he’s too high and mighty to care for what happens. He just runs away! And it’s not like I can chase after him, oh no, because I’m cursed to just sit here and plead with every rahi brained lava-eel look alike that comes past." Before Sidra could get a word in edge-wise Nuju barreled on in his tirade; “I’m so sick of these inconsiderate, idiotic, unscientific gearboxes that can't figure out simple problems that have perfectly logical solutions. Think, matoran, think! Go through the portal. Find magic rock fragments. Put magic rock back together. Find out what’s actually going on beyond all this death and destruction. But everyone is like ‘oh Nuju what could possibly be your ulterior motive,’ or ‘oh Nuju what wisdom do you know that you’re unwilling to tell us,’ or “oh Nuju you should remember who you are allied with,’ or ‘this evil shadow being said you’re bad,’ instead of, you know, maybe the more logical conclusion of; ‘oh wow I’m sorry you died that sounds rough’, you know? You know what, fine. Fine! You can all just perish for all I care.” Nuju crossed his arms and shut his mouth, teeth grinding in his jaw loud enough to give Sidra a headache. ooc: @Gecko Greavesy IC: Reliable narrator | The Taku "Affirmative. Sub-routine activated. Recording sub-system offline," responded the perfectly normal green vahki unit that appeared in the space near Knichou. Its disk-mandibles clicked a little, but otherwise it just chilled in quadrupedal form. It certainly wasn't there before. Everyone could hear a little hissing noise as the clockwork in its body began to protest, and then suddenly the machine fell into a jumbled pile of pieces that slid across the floor. ooc: @BULiK, @Tarn, @Toru Nui

a long boi. Love it.

Looks like a very fun build! I love that you added some play features to the MOC.

IC: Reliable Narrator | Mi-Kiri A grand tower, not as tall as Bellicus Tower, but perhaps it was once before the fall of this old world, awaited them. The wreckage of a massive airship capped the top of the ruin. Cast bronze sculptures and marble facade filled the surrounding courtyard and street as rubble, like the shedded skin of a molting rahi. A patch of cleared ground cut through the rubble, providing a clear view of an access shaft in disrepair. The bundled cables disappeared out of sight through the access shaft. A blinking yellow light flickered above the doorway, giving the appearance of a one-eyed monster with a large open maw, with doors that closed from top and bottom. One of the doors was off kilter, like a loose bottom jaw, and sparks flew from where it kept grinding against the casing of its rails. Two vahki stood near the opening, both wearing kanohi pakari necklaces. Their armor was pitted and bent, as if they’d been flung from great heights recently or torn open and repaired with scrap. They seemed to be communicating with each other, based on the gestures they made with their bodies and how they kept looking back at each other for a reply. While Sorilax and Mahrika couldn’t hear them, it was obvious the conversation was getting heated. Before the two could consider how to get past the vahki, the rumble of an explosion rushed beneath their feet. It was easy to find the source of the quake: a building had blown to pieces further down the street on the left hand side, flames turning the vines and flowers to ash in moments. With the rush of firelight also came the smell of ozone, the same electric tingling from when the strange six-legged machine stalked past Ollem and Mahrika earlier that day. The vahki's heads turned, focusing on the explosion, but they didn't leave their post. OOC: @Harvali, @Kal the Guardian IC: Takadox | Spiriah’s Labyrinth He tore the blade from the rahi’s neck, cringing as flecks of acidic blood landed on his wrist and burned their little scars into his already filthy armor. He led his forces into Metru-Nui looking regal, now Takadox knew he just looked pathetic. Takadox was a far cry from the leader of his past. He kicked the rahi away from him, the body sliding back into whatever hellhole it once lived inside in the darkness of the labyrinth. “I’m so done with this,” the barraki muttered to himself. He sheathed his sword and clambered through the dark, each step taken in the potent mix of dread, anxiety, and determination that only grew stronger the longer he survived. It was a long time walking before he heard voices, Mesi voices. Takadox threw himself against a wall, barely daring to breathe. He briefly thought of Marrow and the others he’d originally descended into the darkness with. Takadox hoped they were okay. Who are you kidding, you’re the one that got eaten, he thought to himself. Honestly, he’d be embarrassed to see any of them again. Especially the bohrok. That was just weird, and he still firmly believed the bohrok had every intention of killing him at the first opportunity. The voices got louder, not quieter. So they were approaching. Not good. If they had eyes Takadox could take them easily, but so far he’d been completely out of his element without being able to swindle, mind control, or hypnotize anything down in the darkness. Takadox placed his hand on the hilt of his blade and began to slowly pull it from the sheathe. He felt the well worn leather of the hilt in his palm, the cooled sweat from his previous fight, and the tiny beads woven into the construction for additional grip. They were made from the bottom of the ocean near his homeland. It gave him hope. At least there was something that remained. With a deep breath he fully drew his blade and stepped into the junction between tunnels...

IC: Nuju | Kini-Nui "You mean you need to talk," Nuju retorted. Sidra noticed he was particularly agitated, an emotional state she'd never seen this ghost in before. "Well? What do you want now?" ooc: @Gecko Greavesy

Very cool!

IC: Miserix | Kumu Peninsula Beware the lies of your friend, Miserix spoke into Korruhn’s mind. Stannis dances to the tune of an enemy. Expect this is a trap. Guard yourself, I have business elsewhere. Whether or not she was gone Korruhn couldn't say. The worm on his back wriggled in anticipation of whatever awaited them in this dark place. OOC: @Crimson Jester IC: Ehlek | Mi-Kiri, Floating Fortress Overhead neon lighting mirrored back across the rainbow sheen of the oil splattered across the floor. Neon green and warm white flickered momentarily. Just one of those little warning signs. Ehlek growled and closed his eyes. The sun began to set, taking with it Aurax’s opportunity to prove himself. OOC: @~Xemnas~, better hurry if you want to make it. IC: Grime | Kumu Peninsula Grime’s eyes narrowed and the little ditty he’d been playing to stem off the anxiety fell silent. Something was wrong here, he could feel it. This was an unknown temple to an unknown spirit. What nightmares did his people dream to make this door? He looked briefly at Whisper and Caedast, realizing quite quickly he was very alone. Doing his best to maintain composure, Grime said; “so, what happened to Korruhn? Did it work, or did he die?” OOC: @Gecko Greavesy, @EmperorWhenua IC: Takadox | Spiriah’s Labyrinth With a groan he rose to consciousness. Takadox giggled, feeling something tickling his legs. “Not now Leon, this is hardly the-” It was certainly not who he imagined. Something large, something shiny, and something with a lot of pokey feeley crawly bits was dragging his body towards its open mouth. “Nope, nope, no stop! Bad rahi. Very bad,” Takadox shouted, struggling to unsheathe one of his weapons... IC: Miserix | Northern Wastes As the titans clashed among the dunes and the ever encroaching sea, a voice creeped into the mind of Taua, the great skakdi kaita of the warskaks. Her voice wormed into the empty space between tenuous connections of three minds screaming defiantly as one. It helped that her old “prison” was still on his person. Hello darling, Miserix thought within the kaita’s fragile mind. OOC: @Sparticus147, @Kal the Guardian, @NorikSigma, room for one more in that kaita mind?

IC: Reliable Narrator | Mi-Kiri Kas watched the two leave, then sat down to think. How much should he have explained? "Here's hoping," he muttered then began loading ammunition into magazines. The simple rhythm of the task kept him calm. Meanwhile, down in the ruined city, Sorilax and Mahrika did their best to avoid detection. The silence of their movements eliminated by Sorilax, they observed several vahki stalking along in regular patterns. They moved around in pairs, one in each pair wearing a mask dangling from a chain around its neck. The one with the necklace seemed subservient, almost scared if body language could be believed, of the one without a necklace. They would crawl or walk several hundred yards along the winding cable, then turn around and crawl or walk the way they came. Any loose rubble discovered was cleared away. Any rahi were dispatched. It was quiet save for the grinding of gears and the stomping of steel feet. OOC: @Kal the Guardian, @Harvali thank you for your patience. Continue to tag @Eyru as well for the time being in your replies.

This is a nostalgia minefield. I love it.

IC: Grime | Kumu Peninsula Grime leaned in towards the fire and the conversations. It made sense that Korruhn spoke with Stannis most -- they were friends, of a sort, after all. Viltia and Whisper brought their questions to him though, which he found curious. There was Stannis. They could ask him the same questions. They All knew him. He lied beautifully in his attempts to control a decayed and broken memory, and Grime thought better than to attempt any correction. The dark shadow that worked the toa’s lips were known to Grime, and he knew he should fear her as she feared his mistress. When the moment was right, he entered the conversation again. “I feel,” Grime started after a hesitant clearing of his throat, “that maybe these questions all point to a similar place, and a similar goal. You both hold a codex, which can be registered to a place of worship such as a suva. You two wish to leave this world and explore some place else with the help of this Nuju being at the great temple of Kini-Nui. Your Makoki Stones carry light and possibility. I’m just a simple bard, but I’d say they give me a sense of hope. “Our recent host said they needed our assistance. When they brought me back, changed me even, they said something to you, Korruhn. And before they all left they said something to the three of you. Maybe all of this is connected, some great narrative waiting to be written into song. I’d love to see how it ends. I’d love to sing it. But right now, I think we need to live it. So, what are we doing and where are we going?” OOC: @Kal the Guardian, @Gecko Greavesy, @Crimson Jester, @EmperorWhenua IC: Takadox | Spiriah's Labyrinth He shivered and shook and heaved brackish water up his throat and out his mouth. He'd been swept up by the current, thrust who knew where in the darkness, and so the once great leader lay shivering in the wet cold of a dreary existence. Takadox did his best to regain some sort of composure, but the dark voice was pressing on his mind. It reminded him of the pact. The pact that could provide freedom. The pact that could provide joy. Light in the darkness. "Give up," Takadox shouted. "Give up already, I'm not going to fall for your petty tricks." He stood on shaky legs, hit his head on the ceiling, and growled defiantly through the pain. The voice retreated. But it didn't give up.

New Map: You can always view old maps at the bottom of the IC topic initial game post.

IC: Kas | Bellicus Tower, Mi-Kiri The toa of fire shook himself from the shock of the creature self-introduced as Sorilax. Kas didn’t realize he’d picked up one of the firearms from the table and placed its cool stock against his shoulder until, blinking, he realized the iron sights were aimed just above the creature’s chest and there was an electric hum in the air. He thought about the last time he’d held a firearm. Airships were locked in brutal combat and orbital bombardment, the elements were bent in single-minded destruction by a multitude of toa. The bio-sphere of Mi-Kiri was breaking, and Laryna’s treachery had been revealed. After a moment of pause he slowly began lowering the weapon. “Sorilax. I remember that name. You say you are a being of life and that you’re searching for something? Well, my friend, I am a being of death on the hunt to kill a rogue AI. I am Bellicus Kastus, master of finance to this little tragedy of a place I call home. Call me Kas, and welcome to Mi-Kiri. “What, exactly, are you searching for?” Kas had no idea he’d just invited a monologue. OOC: @Harvali, @Kal the Guardian IC: Grime | Kumu Peninsula Grime listened to Stannis, Caedast, and Korruhn speak. He was content to absorb the information provided, much like he'd absorbed the free meal from Viltia. ooc: @Gecko Greavesy, @Crimson Jester, @EmperorWhenua, @Kal the Guardian

IC: Grime | Kumu Peninsula The thought of such a primitive forge made Grime giggle, but if the toa made kanoka and masks with a rudimentary forge what could she forge with real tools? He seemed mildly taken aback by Stannis' interjection. Pursing his lips as one does when trying not to agree or disagree, Grime replied; "I believe those would be one and the same, aren't they? A suva serves many purposes. Viltia, a suva is not just for storing the tools of a toa: it is for prayer and creation. Your codex is like a key, a registration of your right to create. "I'm unsure about a Codex of Absolution exactly. I have never seen one used before. I imagine a codex of such importance would be best used at a location of great faith. Do you all know of such a place?" OOC: @Kal the Guardian, @Gecko Greavesy, @Crimson Jester, @EmperorWhenua

IC: Grime | Kumu Peninsula "The food is good, thank you Viltia. I couldn't absorb any more if I wanted to," Grime replied politely as Viltia offered seconds. He didn't want to impose on her hospitality. His time hiding under warskaks rigs taught him frugality, or so he rationalized. "Please call me Grime. I am a simple storyteller now, carrying the legacy of the Builders, hoping for a better world. Before Irnakk I was a forgemaster, practicing at the temple of the Heartsflame. That's all gone now. You'll want to place your codex in the suva where you work your craft. You are a smith, aren't you? I see soot in your joints." OOC: @Crimson Jester, @Kal the Guardian, @EmperorWhenua, @Gecko Greavesy