Unreliable Narrator

You know what, that does seem weird. Let's change the rules so it feels better. Suva: A registered user of a suva may withdraw an item from a suva using their mind by depositing an equivalent item (mask for mask, etc.) from their person in a suva while within a suva’s regional range of 3 hexes on the world map. A registered user of a suva may add an item to a suva without having to withdraw something of equal type. A registered user is aware of the contents within the suva at all times while within range. More than one user may be registered with a suva. A user may be registered with only a single suva, and it should be noted on their character profile. Registering with a different suva temple ends any ongoing suva registrations elsewhere.

See below for rules on suva usage, including the updated range of 3 hexes for clarity. Suva: A registered user of a suva may withdraw an item from a suva using their mind by depositing an equivalent item (mask for mask, etc.) from their person in a suva while within a suva’s regional range of 3 hexes on the world map. A registered user is aware of the contents within the suva at all times while within range. More than one user may be registered with a suva. A user may be registered with only a single suva, and it should be noted on their character profile. Registering with a different suva temple ends any ongoing suva registrations elsewhere.

Feel free, just tag GM's so we can update our records.

Hey, @Nato the Traveler, @EmperorWhenua, and @Crimson Jester It looks like some of you are either trying to access the Ice Suva or are getting out of its range. Please make sure your character profiles accurately reflect what items you have taken from the suva. At this time, my notes indicate the following items in the Ice Suva: Mask of X-Ray Vision, maker Forgemaster Dume, powers of X-Ray vision Electro-Chute Blade, maker unknown, powers of electricity (see Sidra's Character Profile?) If these items are incorrect, please reply here in OOC so we can make sure the suva stays up to date. I admit with working picking up I wasn't keeping detailed track like I'd been earlier in the game. IMPORTANT: please remember, moving into a different region will remove your character's connection to the suva. These rules seem kind of vague, so I'm happy to let anything up to this point stay as without change. How does a suva range of approximately 3 hexes feel moving forward? You will want your characters to return to the suva to pray and reconnect (no need to solve a puzzle, just visit and pray) in order to restore the suva's benefits. PS: hey everyone keep your eyes out for a 6 months survey.

IC: Reliable Narrator | Metru-Koro Even as she spoke Nale heard the sounds of drums beating and of shell-covered gourds shaking echoing out of the nearest blast hole. No light came with it. More terrifying, she heard the sounds of footfalls and stone crushing beneath something heaving. Before realizing entirely what was going on, she saw the makers of the music. Scores of moss and fungus covered skakdi, stooped low and missing eyes, crawled, sprinted, and leapt from the blast hole. They carried weapons made from materials scavenged from both the sun-burnt wastes and the dark places of the world. Some were paired together with chains, and others with more permanent materials. Four dragged a large sled made of hide and scavenged bone. Riding on the sled was a vine-covered manas crab straining at its chains. Their screams and foul breath carried on the air towards Nale. The swarm of mesi soldiers who felt the commotion of the bombings above began their assault. They weren't many -- a hastily summoned search hunting party of thirty -- but they were fierce. OOC: let the fight begin! @Tarn et. al. IC: Reliable Narrator | Metru-Nui Stannis quickly discovered the main working chute to Onu-Metru was sabotaged. Asking around provided the description of a toa of fire he knew all too well as the saboteur. ooc: @EmperorWhenua, Orieus destroyed the chute from Onu-Metru in a prior post. You'll have find a different way. IC: Reliable Narrator | Ruins of Air The ruin had not changed since Morangad entered, and Taja found it the same as when he first took note of the space. OOC: @Eyru IC: Reliable Narrator | Fau Swamps Sidra and Viltia found themselves pressed for time as the mass of connected undead began to clamber and kill the tree. ooc: @Nato the Traveler, @Kal the Guardian

IC: "Nixie"| Air Suva “No, that doesn’t make sense. It could be just a name. I mean, Turaga Dume is our leader,” she paused, remembering the broadcast made throughout Metru-Nui by a dark hunter in the final hours of the battle for Metru-Nui. “He was our leader. I assumed he was always an old grouchy politician. And how could it be the same Dume? We’re here outside of the old world and Turaga Dume was always with us. He never left Metru-Nui as far as I knew. Then again, I was more interested in school and hobbies than politics. What about you Sala, did you pay much attention to current events?” Even as she spoke further words rolled into their collective minds; Makuta Sorilax registered. Element shadow. Maker unknown. Matoran Sala registered. Element plasma. Maker Sorilax. Nixie suddenly realized what was happening, she was unsure what to do next but panic grabbed her. What did Sorilax do to liars? She tried to think about everything that reminded her of waiting, hoping that maybe her thoughts would have some effect. They did not. Matoran Vhisola registed. Element Water. Maker expunged. Sorilax, Sala, and Vhisola’s minds broadened from their immediate location. They realized so long as they remained within the toxic swamps they could recall this space and stow or retrieve objects from it. But Vhisola didn’t really care about the fact she now felt like a local in the Fau Swamp. She was worried about what her newfound “friends” would do with the new information they gained. She took a timid step back towards the door. ooc: @Kal the Guardian, @Sparticus147

Maybe I forgot and need to edit it in.

IC: Specters/Axxon | Ruined Fortress The crackling firewall blossoming under Ultan’s command rippled as one of the specters slammed into it and lit aflame with dazzling light. It reeled and staggered about, then pushed forward, burning itself into dust as it tried to make its way across. The other specters learned from its mistake, beginning to bound and crawl towards it but not touch it. Not behind the firewall, Atamai found himself assaulted by two specters. They shrieked with ghoulish voices as they rushed him, claws carving through the air. Maskless, their faces were only partially present while portions seemed to still exist somewhere between planes. The specters needed to feed. OOC: @Eyru, @The Captain, @~Xemnas~, @Crimson Jester, @EmperorWhenua IC: Reliable Narrator | The Falls Ollem and Mahrika worked through the challenge of climbing across the cliffside over a period of concentrated time. Both matoran were used to the harsh conditions of the world around them -- Mahrika being from the region and Ollem being used to getting into scrapes before his world fell apart. Eventually, the pair crossed beneath the waterfall and into the carved mask of water breathing. Behind the roaring torrent of the waterfall’s current that made up the south wall, they found a perfectly ample space to rest from the strenuous climb. The space was limestone and pressed dirt, and at their arrival a small aquatic lizard had jumped into the falls and out of sight. At one time the space may have looked structured and intentionally carved out from behind the falls. Now stalactites and the occasional rusted tin can gave the space an abandoned feeling. A dark stone doorway of solid obsidian and a raised basin of still water before it waited in the far wall a few yards back from the wall of pouring water behind them. Upon investigation, they found a poem carved into the door’s glassy surface: Many Together Hastened Arrival Without Flaw OOC: @Burnmad, @Harvali IC: Nixie | Air Suva She watched the pair grunt and strain to move the suva following Sorilax’s plan. Nixie paid close attention to which direction the curving portion of the plant went. To give them space, she chose to sit under the entryway arch. The jungle outside was muggy, but the soft wind that seemed pervasive in the Fau Swamp tickled her neck. The first position, the six rahkshi Sorilax mentioned, did nothing. None of them were surprised. Sorilax and Sala grunted and kept turning the suva. As the suva settled into the second position, three toa, Nixie suddenly felt a shiver of electricity run up and down her spine. She looked at how the plant curved in opposition to the half moon window and for a moment couldn’t help but think of how perfectly the plant mirrored it. She suddenly realized what they’d done: from where she sat in the entryway, the plant and the window formed a circular ring. “Wait wait, don’t move it, something’s happening,” she said with a start. They could all feel it: the electrical prickling along their backs and into their minds grew in its intensity. Suddenly a voice echoed telepathically to them and a soft glow emanated from the suva itself. Suva Online. Current Inventory: Mask of Levitation, origin Forgemaster Dume, power of levitation and personal weight control. Hatchet of Air, origin unknown, power to create, remove, and control air within immediate sight of the wielder Vuata Maca crystal, origin unknown, power to store and release electrical charges Nixie’s eyes lit up with astonishment and shock. “Did you hear that too?” OOC: @Kal the Guardian, @Sparticus147

IC: Reliable Narrator | Ruins of Air As Taja spoke she felt a portion of her element rush back through the tube and -- with a thump -- return to the room and congeal itself into the shadows along the walls. Her orb of darkness had traveled as far as it could, and something pushed it back. Perhaps the pipe system was incomplete. Morangad heard a dull and quiet thump as if someone outside had tried punching the room he stood inside. ooc: @Nato the Traveler, @Burnmad, @Eyru, @Sparticus147 you all deserve more than this, and there's more coming, but I wanted to get this clue up since it's been a wait. Thanks for your patience. IC: Reliable Narrator | Metru-Koro “There’s something down there!” The matoran shook in fear as he grabbed ahold of Nale, pulling her towards him instinctively. His eyes focused on her great mask. “You’re a toa! What are you going to do?” Nale could hear it too now. The beating of drums and the shaking of shell-covered gourds echoed from the blast hole where the matoran escaped. ooc: @Tarn

Apologies to those waiting on a response from one of us GMs -- I have a lot of work ramping up right now (maybe you've heard of a little product called Zendikar Rising) and I am working on posts as quickly as I can between other obligations. I know things have slowed down to my inability to post, and I apologize for that. Thanks for continuing to play folks! I'm very excited about what's going on right now in game. Did you know we're on the way to having 4 ruins completed? That's seriously awesome! also edit: @~Xemnas~, I think it's your turn with Atamai?

I can fix For the lorehounds (and those who joined after SKE): http://www.bzpower.com/board/topic/28485-six-kingdoms-escapement-gameplay/?do=findComment&comment=1170684 and http://www.bzpower.com/board/topic/28485-six-kingdoms-escapement-gameplay/?do=findComment&comment=1171414 may be helpful.

OOC: Thanks @Kal the Guardian and @Nato the Traveler for your patience! Work has been very busy and I wanted to make sure I got this right. IC: Reliable Narrator | Fau Swamps, Giant Sword Rahi with long plumage flew from their roosts, flapping away into the open sky at the sounds of weapons fire. The blasts from Viltia’s weapon carved chunks off the horde of bodies assaulting her and Sidra. Whatever kind of enemy she faced seemed to be unable to register the pain of an open wound. She couldn’t even be sure the enemy she faced was a them or an it. All Viltia knew was her leg burned from where the hand grabbed her. The host of the dead shifted form, pressing bodies and making bodies en masse. As if instead of trying a new wardrobe the host tried an entirely new group of beings. Wherever the bodies touched the earth, death came to the plants and the microorganisms in the dirt. With each death the mass of bodies seemed to swell in form, bulging, contorting, and reforming to accommodate new mass. The spindling veins of silver protorderms sprouted from the bodies, connecting them all and reaching out like tiny filaments to latch onto something new -- something alive! What could two refugees from a fallen world do to fight back against the ever-enclosing ring? “Join me,” came a voice to answer Sidra’s question. A cold fear came with the words. She’d heard the words before, but never in so strange a time. Sensing the ripples in the waters and feeling the weight landing on the ground, the crawling and running and wailing dead rushed Viltia’s kahu even as her pet tried to protect her. “Wish me,” came a new voice, discordant and from the mass of mouths that chattered in their connected web of physicality. It sounds different, but familiar. Someone she’d met long ago in her travels, perhaps? Or someone she saw last week on the streets of Metru-Nui? She couldn’t place it. “Stars,” came a third voice, hungry and malign with predatory intent. “Give me life.” It was not a question. The mass of bodies entwined in silver veins of protodermis continued their hungry assault, hands and arms flailing sightless and desperate towards the duo from Le-Metru Nuva. “Let me fix…”

Thanks for playing while you did! It was fun. Hope to see you back someday!

If you have a character in Po-Koro or Metru-Koro: http://www.bzpower.com/board/topic/28904-six-kingdoms-rebirth-gameplay/?do=findComment&comment=1183353

IC: Reliable Narrator | The Falls When they eventually progressed, the two of them would have to contend with the trail cutting across the cliffside growing thinner in its width until being barely more than a foothold. Would they attempt to scale it, climb up, or find another way into the carving in the falls? ooc: @Burnmad, @Harvali IC: Reliable Narrator | Ruins of Fire “Only what is needed in the end,” the Administrator replied. “When all hope is lost, so long as a hero rises willing to sacrifice all, there is still one flame left flickering that can be kindled into a bonfire.” ooc: @Nato the Traveler, @Toru Nui IC: Nixie | Air Suva “I sadly don’t,” Nixie said with a frown. “But maybe going over what we know already might be helpful? I mean, you both discovered the suva rotates, and I pointed out the windows. You said something about the shape of the plant, and also that there was some ancient evil power here that Sorilax removed. The murals on the suva showed some sort of story or a pattern? It looked like a cycle of something being defeated by something larger, but then Sorilax you said they were rahkshi. And I suppose there are a lot of things that are round in here, like the window and the suva and the shape of the room and… I guess my line of thought. I feel like I’m walking in circles with my words, you know?” Nixie paused, realizing that may have been the most she’d spoken at once around her new companions. “Did I say too much?” ooc: @Kal the Guardian, @Sparticus147 IC: Reliable Narrator | Ruins of Air Morangad’s search proved useful. The pipes ran horizontally along the wall and passed through the right and left walls of the space. More correctly, they seemed to simply vanish into the wall because the seal was so precise. The pipes were made of some unknown metal, and sounded hollow when tapped. Nothing lived inside. Ferns, fungus, and other shade loving growing things made their jungle home among the pipes, finding purchase even in the inhospitable growing conditions. A lone spider in its web hung between two of the pipes, its dark eyes watching Morangad’s investigations with an alien intelligence. “Yes, Taja, working together. How wonderful. I’m sorry to say the last two praying here did not find each others’ company a resource. They left shortly before you arrived. Very slow, the both of them. I mean physically slow. They were intelligent enough. They just couldn’t think outside the box. You know what’s proving intriguing to me: the differences of those who are seeking answers. You all ask the same questions, but some of you are so much ruder than others. Very few understand that deference and respect for their elders goes a long way.” ooc: @Nato the Traveler, @Sparticus147, @Eyru, @Burnmad IC: Nektann, Tahtorak of Loss | Moving South The rain reached Po-Koro quickly. It started first with the pattering of fat droplets against the windshields of vehicles parked outside the settlement, and followed with the sands turning to thick and crusty dirt and the granite boulders growing dark as the water washed over them. The storm clouds rolled across the horizon, not blocking the sun out completely but dimming it swiftly to a dull beam. Then came the echo of the roar. At first one could have heard it and thought it just far off thunder, but no lightning flashed in the sky, and the pitch and wail of the roar cut deep into the mind with a different kind of terror. But Nektann did not walk through Po-Koro, instead he walked through the shaved and shattered mountains nearby, his hulking form appearing as a shadow in the distance. In his wake mudslides stripped the topsoil from the hills. The sheer volume of water sunk deep into the earth, filling tunnels and causing a river of rainwater to form in the caverns beneath Po-Koro. After a few hours Nektann’s encroachment on the village ended. The rains moved on. They had been spared. He continued South for trees. OOC: everyone in Po-Koro, OFI IC: Reliable Narrator | Metru-Koro As Sorilax recovered the taboo from the side of the suva of air another star vanished in the night sky about Metru-Koro. It didn’t even flicker -- it just vanished. There was no explanation, no warning. In the wake of the conflict and the verge of a new path forged towards peace, many of the villagers of Metru-Koro exited the “Archaves” and began to find the remnants of the life they’d tried to rebuild over the past week. Some gave in to grief, wandering away from the village in no particular direction to find a quiet place to call their own until the island claimed them. Death seemed inevitable so some. To others, there was hope. One villager, a ta-matoran who always found himself in the right place for trouble, couldn’t help but explore the deep damages caused by the weaponry mounted to the League airship. The hagah plasma cannons ripped buildings apart and left holes deep into the earth behind instead. Some of the holes into the earth connected to an intricate cave system that led even further down. The ta-matoran, being curious and still in shock, found himself wandering into them. He came back out a few minutes later running as fast as his legs would carry him. “There’s something down there,” he shouted; “I heard drumming!” OOC: Everyone in Metru-Koro, OFI

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IC: Miserix | Ash Barrens The answer Drukarus received came with an intoxicating scent and a warm electrical charge; :It is certain.: ooc: @Sparticus147 IC: Reliable Narrator | Ruins of Air Apex found herself unable to put two and two together. In the chamber on the right, she’d found the beginnings of a taboo ritual going in depth about the preparation and the significance of the yolk. In the leftmost chamber, Apex found the ritual’s end, but in both something was missing. The center of each floor held a strange symbol floating just so softly above the surface. Taja couldn’t help but notice the triangle either, once she found herself no longer entranced by the stars. However, in both their minds they knew something about the shape was incomplete. ooc: @Eyru, @Sparticus147, @Nato the Traveler, @Burnmad IC: The Administrator | Ruins of Fire “Oh, you have no idea,” the Administrator replied to Xane. Had he copied Xane’s confident tone? “Consider it a sacrifice fitting of the boon. It’s the only way to explain it. Only those of great skill could forge such a disk, and only those of true purpose would be willing to part with such immediate power.” ooc:@Nato the Traveler, @Toru Nui IC: Axxon | Ruined Fortress “Your departure will make reality correct again. I experience no honest pity for you,” Axxon replied as he raised his halberd and brought it down to behead his adversary. Soon he’d see the head roll. Soon he’d have one less to deal with. He could fix this. He would return Order to the world. Chaos didn’t like that idea, apparently. Axxon roared as the rubble crushed into his shoulders and broke against him. His attack swung wide, halberd biting into the ground and missing its mark. Each concrete chunk left long lines in the sand as they slowly came to a stop further down the beach. Axxon’s footing slipped and he nearly fell, but caught himself with a step. He stood battered but not downed. Scrapes from the concrete covered his armor, and the single horn on his mask now bent almost completely forward. His vision swam. “Who- “ Axxon wheeled around to see who assaulted him, but the toa of gravity and shadow proved faster. Korruhn’s first punch crushed into the painfully welded shut wounds on Axxon’s back where something now lived, the chitinous protodermis exterior cracking with the force and flakes spinning past Korruhn’s face. The amalgam inside Axxon yowled like a caged rahi. Whatever shred of stoicism Axxon retained after his transformation died as his vision faded. “Ah. The rain anoints our battlefield,” Axxon remarked as the second punch crushed against his chest. He felt the force travel like a shockwave through his body, and his nerves burned with the hot fire of warning pain. Breathing came a little harder, and with a sharp pain in Axxon’s ribs. Korruhn watched silver protodermis sliding down the grooves of Axxon’s kanohi as the titan continued; “It’s good luck to murder in a downpour. Every aspect of our inner horror is washed away.” Axxon’s vision returned in time to catch the full beauty of Ultan’s fiery lights impacting his right side. The twin fireballs scorched his arms and legs, leaving him as red and purple as metal put to the forge. The rain dried from the heat, but the blasts knocked his assailants back from him, dusting them with a fine coating of hot glass crystal from the melted sand. In the inferno Axxon learned the true meaning of the word pain. His voice proved empty as the fire ate the very air escaping his throat. He prayed, and somehow, his prayers were answered. He heard many voices of his god, crying in the same anguish from the depths of the waters lapping against the shore. The amalgam translated the twisted words. Axxon didn’t pray for a peaceful death. He prayed for justice. He prayed for holy vengeance. Axxon belonged to something greater than himself. That something responded. “Mata-Nui loves us. He raises us. He shields us. He shows us our purpose and we obey. To think you might have known your purpose only to abandon it,” Axonn shouted as the smoke drifted from his wounded form. He raised his halberd high, and a dark glimmer caught its blade. No time to safely test whatever untold changes befell his tool of war. The test was now, he decided with forced conviction. He concentrated on the something that responded. “To think you would stand and imagine you are proud. You are not proud. You are pitiful!” A thin silver thread emerged from the handle of the halberd. It wrapped around Axxon’s hand, and formed an intricate and throbbing web across him until it touched the welded scars. A bright flare of illumination burst outwards, followed by a shockwave and a peel of thunder. Suddenly Axxon was not alone. Two, then four, then six, and finally eight hollow specters of roughly matoran stature gained solid form as they drifted from one realm into another. Some were without, and others in excess. All could smell the living, and grew ravenous. Axxon didn’t know what he summoned. He didn’t even get to see it. Axxon blacked out standing tall and unmoving. But the amalgam was very much awake, and moved his newfound allies with the precision and poise of a master puppeteer. The throbbing veins of silver covering Axxon extended like an oily spider’s web to the specters, and the amalgam quietly did their work. The specters took their first steps on mortal soil since their banishing to the Far Shore at the end of the world, and they longed to stay. To do so, they knew they must feed. So they hunted the toa in front of them, swarming and yowling, as their mouths lawled open and hung slack, and their shoulders hunched, and they drew their hands back to tear apart those who stood ready for consumption. They would consume them. They would tear their mortal stars away. They would welcome them back home. OOC: @EmperorWhenua, @~Xemnas~, @The Captain, @Crimson Jester

IC: Reliable Narrator | Air Suva The suva settled. The plant and its curve matched the half moon window. "Okay, now I'm confused," Nixie piped up. "I know you're both moving this around, and there's a plant, but why? Sala, care explaining?" She couldn't take another lecture from Sorilax. It reminded her of classes in Ga-Metru, and that reminded her of what happened to Ga-Metru. OOC: @Kal the Guardian, @Sparticus147 IC: Reliable Narrator | Ruins of Air "Really, by now I would have assumed you could have formed a solid prediction based on the data previously provided. This is a temple. It's a place of worship and prayer. And it's also a place to prove one's worth. Lewa believed in thinking outside the box. Ironically, he built boxes within this sacred space," the Administrator replied to Taja's musings. Morangad found himself noting the writing on the walls as similar to the language of aspects carved into Desecration Rock at the far South of the Fau Swamp. OOC: @Sparticus147, @Burnmad, @Eyru, @Nato the Traveler

IC: Grime and Miserix | Ash Barrens Grime didn't know what to do. Was he supposed to follow the stranger who promised to free him someday, or should he shuffle back to Barius, the new leader of the Warskaks, and reveal Drukarus's plan? He didn't like being stuck between a rock and a hard place. He didn't like it one bit. So he sat down and waited. He waited until dawn. And he played his squeezebox and quietly hummed his rhyme. In the tent, Drukarus felt a tempting answer in his mind. :You may rely on it.: Ooc: @Sparticus147, and for those still waiting on posts I'm working on those too don't worry.

IC: Grime | Ash Barrens "You're oftly nice, and I wish I could say otherwise. Do matoran have many names where you come from?" His fingers fiddled with the keys of his squeezebox -- a nervous habit. "I'm sorry. I overheard a little bit of your conversation. The skakdi say I need to listen less and work more, but there's not much work to do when I'm hiding in the tire compartment." Something touched Drukarus' mind. Something he saw back in the fires of the Nightmare Pits. :Ask again later.: Ooc: @Sparticus147 IC: Reliable Narrator | Fau Swamp As Viltia bent down for a closer look and the flower she conjured died, the silver thread pulsed and twitched. Like the warning thread in a spider's web it wavered. The echoes of its threads rippled just below the waters of the swamps. The dead answered back. Viltia felt a clammy hand bursting through the moss and roots below her, its semi-mechanical fingers scraped against Viltia's ankles. As if they'd been there all along, the corpses of dead rahi and matoran burst from the jungle around Sidra and Viltia. They swayed and moved as a single organism, bound together by silver mucus-like threads. As they struggled forward to surround the two living beings, a sonorous voice called out from them all at once: "Come back to me..." Ooc: @Kal the Guardian, @Nato the Traveler

IC: Reliable Narrator | The Rig Ollem and Mahrika slowly sailed across the flotsam filled waters of the bay. The sounds of the waves crashing against the cliffs ahead carried over the droning of the raft’s motor. Their raft bobbed with the tide, the bow rising and falling as they cut across through the choppy waves. Even as they sailed the two matoran could see their next destination: the narrow path along the cliffside leading to behind the falls pouring from the carved mask of water breathing... @Harvali, @Burnmad IC: Reliable Narrator | Fau Swamp Both of them couldn’t help but feel in awe of their discovery. Both of them couldn’t help but begin thinking of what their discovery could mean for both themselves and the future of Le-Metru Nuva. First the foot, and then the sword -- the finds hinted at something greater than they could have collectively imagined hiding in the toxic waters of the swamp. A silver vein of something unwelcome pulsed hidden among the tangle of tree roots. It wasn’t a plant, and it certainly wasn’t alive. Everything it touched ceased to be alive as well. @Nato the Traveler, @Kal the Guardian IC: Nixie | Air Suva (With Sala and Sorilax) “I don’t know if lifting ancient temple structures is a good idea,” she stuttered as Sorilax and Sala began to shift the suva. Despite her protest, they finished moving the suva without injury to the temple itself. And despite her non-academic worries, no paranormal disembodied voice echoed out through the jungle to proclaim they were cursed for eternity after desecrating -- just a mutated frog-bird croak. The suva fully settled in its new position, with the plant growing on top of it making a vertical line parallel to the line in the half-circle window. Nixie waited. Then she waited a little longer. Things felt very anticlimactic. “Was something supposed to happen?” @Sparticus147, @Kal the Guardian IC: Grime | Ash Barrens “What do you mean “true” name,” Grime asked plainly as he stood under Drukarus’ gaze. “My name is Grime.” @Sparticus147 IC: Nektann, Tahtorak of Loss | The Wastes The desert stretching out beyond him and past the wash of rain missed something. He couldn’t understand. A memory answered: trees. The land before him was missing trees. He always wanted to see green here. He turned south. Nektann would find trees and bring them back. He would make the desert green.

Hello all, Personal issues arose in the last week. Apologies for the delay.