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OOC: I'm sorry for the wait. This should hopefully tide us over until I get the Ra'lhen post written up. Douglas, feel free to introduce your character at any time if you still want to join the group. IC: Wokapu -- Onu-Koro Marketplace "Awesome. Thanks, Seria," Wokapu said, gladly taking the berries. With Stannis and Ra'lhen having ventured off elsewhere into the market (Wokapu wasn't interested enough to eavesdrop on their conversation) he and Seria continued to pass by throngs of barterers and tourists by themselves. "Honestly, I'm not sure there's anything we really need, but who knows? Ra'lhen looked like he dashed into the markets, looking for something with Stannis. I'm wondering what caught his eye" He looked back at the south entrance to the marketplace. The entrance sported large wooden posts with ebony and purple cloth draping them, giving the entrance a very regal feel. Wokapu could do regal. That entrance might make a good meeting place, but first, Wokapu wanted to tour the tools and shields area of the marketplace. Wokapu could not resist window-shopping for the latest and greatest weapons, even though he would never consider ever selling his own trusty goldenrod katanas. They were as much a part of him as Ra'lhen's Proto-Knuckles were to his fists, or Seria's axes (or so Wokapu assumed). "You know, I have a sister who carries dual axes as well," Wokapu said to Seria as they headed towards the west end of the marketplace, "She really loves them, especially since they give her some of the most envied arms on Mata Nui. Or so she claims"

Any specific ideas on how we might go about doing this? Can anyone call such meetings, or just Toroshu, or just the Rora, or what? This is actually something I'm working on (staff character is still in the works). Of course, you all are welcome and encouraged to congregate about this subject as well. The more the merrier!

IC: Wokodin – Po-Koro Tavern “And that’s why you gotta keep close watch o’er these kids nowadays,” Wokodin said gruffly, raising his pint of ale before taking a short but hearty gulp. The older Toa of Stone was addressing a small group of fellow Sentinels, who sat attentively with their pints, listening to the experienced guard’s tale. Things have been different for Wokodin ever since he returned from the great battle of the Kini Nui. The Toa of Stone sang of his feats and of the failures of Makuta’s army up until the dark god was slain. The younger Po-Koro guards looked up to him, and when the security protocols were revamped, hailing the rise of the Sentinels, Wokodin was awarded the position of Sergeant. While far from the final goal, Wokodin considered this as a step in the right direction. He had cadres of men and women who answered to him, and he was on track to getting the respect that he knew he deserved. Now Wokodin just had to further solidify his merits and get these middle-aged Sentinels to hear one more of his adventures after he wrapped up this one: the famous story of how he coordinated a team of Ba-Toa bring down an airship several months back. “I mean, I ‘member this one guy claiming it was a kilometer-long airship. Now, the airship wasn’t nearly that large, but his exaggeration still makes me chuckle,” Wokodin continued heartily, “Anyway, we still don’t know where those people got the parts from, but considering the Iron Mahi we have today, I can’t say I was too surprised then. The future was close. I felt it” Wokodin then remembered the next adventure he had to tell them about and got back on topic, “But anyway, that’s how the gravity Toa Guards brought down that ship – everyone kind of knows about that one already. It was in the news and everything. There was something else I witnessed after that that’s even crazier. You’re all gonna laugh when you hear this one!” The Toa of Stone took another long gulp from his pint. The other men listened in as Wokodin began his new tale, “About 12 kilometers south of here and 12 kilometers west of here, I was out in the badlands trying to round up any stragglin’ Makuta worshippers – maybe e’en capture Ronkshou – when I stumbled upon what had to be the smallest and strangest settlement I’ve ever seen. Had to have a population of only two dozen… or maybe two baker’s dozen? Anyway, these folks were presided over by one Turaga, who some liked, and others really didn’t-” “Is this where you claim that these villagers mistook a scarecrow for their late Turaga?” one of the gruff men interrupted. The gears in Wokodin’s head moved like a well-oiled machine at this point. At least one of them had heard this story before. That could be good, though that could also be bad. Wokodin would have to be prepared for doubts and try to make his rapt listeners see past them. “Why yes, it is,” Wokodin said, taking another mighty swig from his pint, “You know what happened, then. Utterly flabbergasting, ain’t it?” “Oh, that story,” another one of the men chimed in, “Remind me, where are these villagers now?” Oh boy, thought Wokodin. He took another gulp from his pint, “One of the villagers planted a bomb. Killed himself and e’eryone around ‘im. I would’a shared their fate, had I not ran with all my might. The bomb was planted under the village too, made the place sank beneath the sands” “All of them killed, and no scarecrow was found, right?” said the first interrupter. “Fellow Sentinels, it happened. I watched it, tried to fix it, and things were actually improving greatly. With my leadership, this village became more unified and better at maintaining their quality of life. And then I showed them that their useless Turaga was actually just a scarecrow and they turned on me!” Wokodin took another long swing from his pint as he mentally prepared to continue his story. “This Turaga that was supposed to lead the village died years ago, and this apparently would have led to a vote and election of someone from an opposing family taking control of the village. So instead, they something only people so very far removed from civilization would think to do: the people in power made a scarecrow replica of the Turaga, claimed he was too sick to meet with the people, and would stick the prop on some restricted-access hill from time to time. I crossed the barriers, disabled the guards, and destroyed the illusion to show the people that they were being swindled. I even offered to help them rebuild their society under my watch,” Wokodin explained exasperatedly, “But instead, they cast me out. They said that I had ruined everything—both people for the Turaga and against the Turaga had said this to me. They made it quite clear that they didn’t want my help anymore, so I left” “And that’s when the explosive went off?” asked one of the men. “That’s right! I hadn’t even cleared the village grounds ‘fore someone detonated a bomb,” Wokodin said. The incredulous looks from the men prompted Wokodin to take another long swig from his beer. “Why is that story so difficult to believe?” demanded Wokodin. “Because usually, when people have such grand stories to share, they come back with some sort of proof!” one of the men in the group said, “You came back with nothing” “There was nothing to take. Everything was buried beneath the sands,” Wokodin defended. “And why a bomb?” another man asked. “It was because of the cold civil war I implied earlier: it was never resolved despite all that I did for them. One of the people seeking to overthrow the leadership was still plotting, and I’m thinking that he and his followers wanted to start a riot. I imagine the bomb they made was simply too powerful,” Wokodin said, “Though, I did get one last glimpse of the guy that ended everything. I could’ve sworn he was aligned with the dense scarecrow people. I know it sounds crazy, but this was a crazy society, and hardly the first of its kind. Xa-Koro, anyone?” Wokodin cleared his throat, “Anyway, you really should have seen the progress I had made there. Actual roads, voting security, better crime prevention, a braver way of dispatching criminals, and smarter ways of bookkeeping. This settlement could have been the great 7th village… or 8th, or how ever many villages there are nowadays” “And then the scarecrow,” one of them men said, snickering. Wokodin always lost people when he got to the part about the scarecrow, but whenever he tried to leave that part out, the question would almost come up about why Wokodin wasn’t still there, leading his newfound village, or better yet, why he never brought them to Po-Koro for better productivity. This was Wokodin’s eventual plan, but after learning about how crazy the people in that village were, Wokodin honestly felt like what had happened was for the best. But now no one will believe that Wokodin had yet again led a village of Matoran. This wasn’t even the first time Wokodin had done so either, and he had the leadership and fighting experience to show that. He just didn’t have proof of the things he actually said he did. So far, Wokodin’s skills had been enough, but for the Toa of Stone, he demanded honor for the things he had seen and accomplished. He knew he had braved more in his lifetime than that Toa Maru of Stone, or that Toa of Fire and Toa of Water who visited here way back when. They were hailed as the great heroes and healers of our time. Able to explore and visit wherever they please. Meanwhile, Wokodin was forced to follow orders, even as a Sergeant, for there was still a Commander, and the Akiri himself. The Toa of Stone knew there was only one way to gain the honor and respect of the Matoran here though. He had to accomplish something that he could prove, without backfiring into his reputation. For even with what had happened to that village, Wokodin could have still brought proof. But if he were to hand it over, what would keep the Sentinels from finding what Wokodin didn’t want them to find? “Well, I guess I can’t be sore at ya for not believin’ my story,” Wokodin said before downing the rest of his beer. There was a slight roughness in his voice as he concealed his anger at their dubiousness, “But whenever yer wonderin where that tall golden-armored Po-Toa got all his skills and intuition, don’t forget this tale I’ve told ya, or any of the tales I’ve told ya. I s’pose I should just let my feats that you’ve seen speak for themselves” With that, Wokodin got up from the table, tossing down several widgets to pay for his drinks. “It’s late, I’ll see ya in th’ mornin’” With that, Wokodin nodded to the group of men and left the tavern, immediately greeted the moonlight and the cool breeze of the night. Someday, Wokodin thought, I will receive glory that I deserve. The Toa of Stone turned to his right and headed back to his hut, towards the outer rings of the village.

IC: Wokapu & Ra’lhen – Onu-Koro The Toa of Air chuckled. “You should try it if you ever visit Ko-Koro. The volleyball courts were private-access though,” Wokapu said, looking up to the cave ceiling as he pondered his words, “I’m sure there are public-access ones too” The group’s talking was able to carry them until they reached the center of the underground village. They had finally reached the Onu-Koro marketplace. It moved just as quickly as the Le-Koro marketplace. Barterers and hustlers buzzed about like Nui Rama, chattering and yelling over one another about things like the prices of apples in bulk or exquisite picture frames or prosaic clay pots. Wokapu, of course, knew of the awesome tools and inventions that put Onu-Koro on the map and those were what the traveler wanted to see. “Here we are,” Wokapu said, taking in the scene around him, “Does anyone need anything in particular?” “There some things we could probably use,” Ra’lhen responded, “Let’s take a look around” The group pressed forward into the bustling masses.

Well, if the person wants that character to be killed, that's really part of the "work" that's going into that character's development. It's no different than any other important story point where someone may need your help (ie, selling them an important item, or marrying them and their partner, or what have you). And if the person doesn't want that character killed than you can't kill them, so that's that.

IC: Wokapu & Ra'lhen – Onu-Koro "Volleyball? Yes, quite a popular sport for those in the upper class, or at least that's how it was in Ko-Koro," Wokapu said, positive flashbacks of the carefree prodigal lifestyle bringing a warm smile to his face, "I don't suppose you've ever played volleyball in the snow? It's definitely an experience when the game runs long and you're constantly ankle-deep in ice cold 'sand'". Wokapu sighed, it was such a luxurious lifestyle that he and his sister shared. but it was also so...evil. The smug countenance of Niici, the former leader of the Cultured Gentry, flashed into his mental plane, and shattered the fragile positive imagery that Wokapu and conjured. Why must positive thoughts always get ruined by her, Wokapu thought bitterly.

OOC: Sure Mj. Also Punished Snake, it’d be a good idea to redo your profiles when you have time. I had a little trouble finding Seria’s entry. IC: Wokapu & Ra'lhen – Onu-Koro “No danger? Sounds like paradise… moreso than this island ‘paradise,” Wokapu jabbed, “As far as I know, I came from somewhere else too. My father never talks about it, and I actually don’t really remember myself” Wokapu already knew wasn’t the only Toa who faced that issue, having met a couple similar cases. For the Toa of Air, it really did make him question the very existence of other islands. But he supposed the Skakdi and Vortixx species had to come from somewhere … though it’s wasn’t impossible for them to have shared this island with Matoran all this time. “So are you one of the many who dream of defeating evil, completing their ‘destiny’ and all-around being the hero everyone looks to for saving the day?” Wokapu asked Seria, “That’s awesome if so, but I felt after awhile that I was… better suited towards other things. Trust me though; I know the restless hero life all too well. Ra’lhen does too. So what’s your plan?” It took a few moments for Wokapu to finally see their first sign to direct them to the Onu-Koro marketplace. But once he did, the Toa walked with a little more confidence towards the marketplace, where Wokapu gave an ear to Seria’s response.

OOC: Moving from Le-Wahi region IC: Ra’lhen & Wokapu – Onu-Koro It was amazing how much… cleaner everything looked to Wokapu. Lightstones everywhere, the tunnels looked like they were almost twice as wide and gaping as they were before, and signage everywhere include historical markers (apparently the old Chronicler was physically present when the rock wall was broken and Le-Wahi was revealed). Unfortunately, Wokapu wasn’t the biggest history geek, and could only read as far as halfway down each sign. Finally, the group of four arrived in Onu-Koro, and Wokapu was floored. Once again, throngs of traders, civilians, and guards shuffled around them. And they hadn’t even reached the market. “So… is this whole mega-Koro a thing now?” Wokapu queried. “I think it’s safe to say yes,” Ra’lhen said, “With Makuta gone, the Matoran are free to expand their trade and livelihoods without fear of the wild” “Let the good times roll,” Wokapu said, taking in the action around him with a faint smile. He still wasn’t used to all the crowds and the hustle and bustle, but if this was the status quo, Wokapu had no choice but to adjust; assuming that he could. “So Seria,” Wokapu turned to his left towards Seria as they walked further into the large mining town, “What’s your story? We all know the great legend of Stannis, but unabated bragging is a right all Toa possess, so c’mon! Unleash!” Meanwhile, Ra'lhen was busy trying to keep his mind on track while in this underground cavern, while not giving away his harsh disdain for caves. He wouldn't be overly cheery here -- that would make it obvious -- but he would have to keep his emotions and reactions in check. He decided to make some conversation with Stannis to get his mind onto other, brighter things. "So, is Po-Koro similarly busy?" Ra'lhen asked the Stone Toa, "Or perhaps doing even better than Onu-Koro? I know it's a stretch, but I don't think Onu-Koro is quite the powerhouse it was when Nuparu first became Akriri"

IC: Ra’lhen & Wokapu – Fau Swamp “Looks like we’re all in agreement,” Ra’lhen commented. The group gathered themselves and began walking north towards the underground highway to Onu-Koro. --- The trek was slow, but it was not boring. Wokapu tried livening up the mood with some jokes, while Ra’lhen pointed out many of the interesting wildlife and plantlife they wandered and laid about in the jungle. Wokapu didn’t necessarily appreciate the surroundings to the extent of Ra’lhen. The Toa of Air, ironically, found Le-Wahi to be a bit too warm for his tastes, as he was still very much accustomed to the brisk winds of Ko-Wahi. And that treespeak… Wokapu knew better than to ever think or mouth-say that slang. Everyone knew it was juts tangle-nonsense. Soon enough, the four had reached the massive entryway to the Onu-Wahi tunnels. Well-lit by lightstones connected to the cave walls every several meters, the four walked comfortably until they had reached the underground city. OOC: Moving to Onu-Wahi

I've debated whether or not to make this, since one could argue in both directions whether or not Chapter 2 of the current arc is "BZPRPG 2014" or "continuation of BZPRPG 2013". We started in 2013, it was in November, and a lot of things changed (not to mention there was another timeskip). At least for news purposes, I've decided to prune all the 2013 stuff to keep the News post clean. Mata-Nui Daily Breaking news: The Gukko Force has tamed Nui Rama?! Flyers about Le-Koro are recruiting new high-fliers for the Gukko Force. However, instead of riding birds the new members are going to be riding... Nui-Rama?! A Rare Sight: It seems to be raining over the Po-Wahi desert. War of Wits: A game of chess wages on between Riaril and Rekhan in the Ko-Koro citadel. Train Fight: Ishi Polzin leaves Po-Koro, gets into a furious train fight on the Iron Mahi, and then travels from the port of Forsi to Ga-Koro. When he returns, there is rain in the sky, and the cobble streets have become dark with wet sand. Contest! A Musical Competition is announced by a twin duo. It is going to be held in Le-Koro. Bring out your best in-game musical talents, players! Avenging Those Who Are Lost: The Ussalry is preparing for military response to the odd disappearances of travelers in the tunnels, as well as rallying a guard for Akiri Nuparu during the soon to come Akiri Summit at Kini-Nui. Rise of a Village: Ihu-Koro has become active, their main export a rare metal substance known as Rena Ore. Commissions may be made by visiting the Koro on Mt. Ihu’s crown. The Tense Waiting: The interrogation of Akriin by Akiri Jaller has begun. New Inn in Ta-Koro: A new Inn has opened up in Ta-Koro: The Burning Hearth. The Naval Battle Rages On: Outside the lighthouse, the Invincible is joined in the waters by the Infernavika. Settling on a public deal of ten percent prize earnings to the pirates, Iraira allows them to aid in the dive expedition. However, the dive is temporarily canceled to get back Verak. Before they can enter the lighthouse, a rogue toa of earth named Kavala boards the pirate ship and begins a ferocious sea battle. Kordo escapes and steals himself away to the mainland in a lifeboat after regaining his Hagah Cannon. To distract Kavala, Iraira plunges into the sea and uses her powers of crystal to set the saline water against him. It works, and the Infernavika stops its tilt into the sea. Feel a need for adventure on the high seas? Have a calling for justice and the law? Join the Marine Force of Ga-Koro! Equal opportunity employer with choice benefits, seeking qualified police persons. Sailing experience a bonus, but not necessary. All recruits go through basic training in land and aquatic environments. Apply at the Ga-Koro Marine Force headquarters. Suspected terrorist captured! The Ta-Koro Guard has been seeing taking a toa of lightning into custody. Is this the terrorist who damaged the Ta-Koro monorail? Authorities have yet to release any information for clarification. Want technology? Want the manly power of drill-staches? Visit the Grand Bazaar in Onu-Koro for all sorts of wondrous items! MELTDOWN AT THE DINNER TABLE! In a shocking display of emotions, Dorian Shaddix explodes in the Brightstar Inn in Le-Wahi. What is the cause of this mysterious argument between two toa? Those who know are avoiding our reporters at this time. Employement Opportunity: Looking for medical professionals to staff the MN Research Institute in Ko-Wahi. Flexible schedules and payment opportunities dependent on expertise and experience. Most Unnatural! Rain in Po-Wahi has been reported by our reporters in the stony city. Apparently, what started as a dark cloud has become a torrential storm unlike most things ever seen! Storm hunters: Po-Koro is your Arhtahka right now! Fake Po-Koran Sentinel Sighted: Reports from Po-Koro tell the Daily that a Matoran wearing a forged Sentinel badge was sighted in Po-Koro. The criminal managed to fool several merchants before being discovered by a real Sentinel. The Sentinel unfortunately lost the offender in the following chase. Reports indicate that an individual later matching his description was seen leaving the Po-Koro gates. NM Research Hospital looking for prospective Applicants: The famed Nuju-Marillion Research Hospital in Ko-Wahi is looking for prospective staff members. Healers, surgeons, herbalists, and psychologists, and PT instructors are all open for candidacy. Pay will be based upon prior experience and quality of success. Inquire at the front desk. Le-Koran Bandits Stalking Onu-Wahi's Highways: Reports from the Ussalry have been released. These reports detail scattered massacres and plundering of merchant caravans along isolated areas of Onu-Wahi's highways. The authorities have connected these crimes to earlier raids in Le-Wahi, over twenty years ago. The bandits are thus presumed to Le-Matoran, wealthy and heavily armed. If you have any suspicions that you have encountered these criminals, contact Ussalry Headquarters at once. The Crab-Ridin', They Are A-Changin': The Ussalry has recently obtained unique weapons and defense technology ranging from steam cannon to the Patero launcher, nearly all found exclusively in Onu-Koro. It has changed along with this development by dividing itself into the three regiments of Heavy Cavalry, Light Cavalry, and Special Operations, the three branches headed by Gavarm, Leli, and Noxra Immiti, respectively. "Red Star" Crew sets off towards Ko-Wahi: The large crew mentioned in the last update is starting to assemble, many of its members first meeting in Po-Wahi. The crew has now set off towards Ko-Wahi to meet with the remaining adventurers. It is only a matter of time before their journey begins. Stay tuned for more updates. Large Crew Needed for Voyage: Toa Ignitus, Rerus, Oriak, Xadah, Gravus, and others are recruiting brave adventurers to be their crew on a dangerous journey across the ocean. The ship will sail in the direction of the Red Star in hopes of learning more about whether it does connect to the Vault Riddle. Head to the Ko-Koro Inn and seek out the aforementioned group of Toa to learn more. Onu-Matoran Company Visits Ga-Koro: Early this morning a traveling band of Onu-Matoran, flanked by members of the Ussalry, visited Akiri Hahli for a meeting. They are currently in conference. What could they be discussing? We hope to get the scoop when they're finished. BZPRPG NEWS Hau Karda are reforming in Po-Wahi A defector of Ak’rei’an and his companion find possible accomplices in Po-Koro. Akiri Hewkii has a moving moment of insecurity and helplessness at the grave of Turaga Onewa. The Red star group is currently stagnating in Ko-Wahi Ak’rei’an has been converting captives at a furious rate, their numbers growing significantly in a manner of a few days. Jorruk and Rakona try to pass themselves off as Mata-Nui religious fanatics to buy Stalix powder from AKiru’s forge in order to destroy The Vault in Mangaia. However, Miraul Akiru decides Stannis Maru must be spoken to before the sale can be made, telling Jorruk to come with him to Po-Koro and speak with the toa of stone for guidance. The night fight between a mercenary and several Marines is still on pause for the time being. Ex-markbearer and convict Jykal has become a component of the fight. The Paladins continue to train and learn about their elemental powers. The Polzin company is nearly sabotaged by a vortixx mercenary named Nika Draen. The Dasaka are marching South from Ta-Wahi into Ga-Wahi beach. The secretive onu-matoran woman of many names and faces hires Tarpo as a spy. The Piraka seem to be making landfall on the shores of Ta-Wahi, but have yet to come into contact with any inhabitants. Arjun, Alfon, and several other beings meet at the Brighstar Inn by happenstance. A toa of crystal, Vrina, shows her powers for creating diamond arrowheads. Much more happens; go read it. The next day, Alfon, Arjun, and a new compatriot named Hasil all decide to join the Rama-Riders division of the Gukko Force. Joske and company arrived at the Brightstar Inn after being greeted by Akiri Kongu, Korero Maru, and Sisk of the Wind Riders. Dorian and Joske got into an argument about being truthful and eventually Dorian had a complete mental breakdown, shouting and revealing the names of the Turaga assassins of Bad Company, Aurelia, and that he had been taking drugs. After collapsing in Agni’s arms, Joske spirited away with the toa of iron to the Temple of Faith in Le-Koro. The two are still in contemplative talking, though broken by the shocking discovery of Ambages appointment as Vizier of Ko-Koro. The ILF is met with some unexpected recruits: Jin disguised as another woman, A smiling Grokk, and a vortixx covered in a dark cloak who is actually Strakolix from theInvincible’s crew. That’s BZP-time folks, don’t even try to explain it with a Tardis or Time-turner: won’t work. Verak was found and brought into the basement of the lighthouse by a mysterious Onu-Lesterin who is so far unnamed. Letting Verak have a kanohi Kualsi, he then presented the toa of sand to his ragtag group of cannibal refugees, calling for a welcoming party. Argun, a brutish man stepped up to the plate and attacked Verak with the intent to butcher. A sailor from another vessel happens upon the ocean brawl and joins the pirates and marines after being offered a stable deck aboard Lohkar’s ship. The Dasaka arrive on the beaches of Ga-Wahi, heading South from Ta-Wahi. A nighttime fight is breaking out between a group of drunk marines and mercenaries. There is a marine captive. The Ussalry is assembling its tour de force for the Kini-Nui Summit. Battle in Xa-Koro between Kavala, the Infernavika, and the Marines has escalated. What is truly "Creeping from the deep?" The red star group has yet to leave Mata-Nui. Ga-Koro Dive Expedition Underway: The crew of The Invincible have made fall at the Kumu-Islets and are beginning to explore the ruins below the waves. BZPRPG Announcements Timeskip is in the works in response to the data loss.

Not to my knowledge. It's not a staff-run thing, so it's not in any of the OPs. I'm afraid you'll have to do a manual search. Not anymore, actually. I recently added Mata Nui Weekly to the Rules and Index with the other BZPRPG news, so you'll be able to see them all (since Janueary 2014) posted there.

IC: Ra’lhen & Wokapu – Fau Swamp Keep your cool, man, Ra’lhen thought, attempting to calm his own anxious mind, Keep your cool. On the surface, all three Toa only saw was a serious, yet hopeful visage acknowledging the weight and truth of Stannis’s words. Behind that curtain however, Ra’lhen was still taking how the now-Toa of Stone’s appearance. Deep down, even under Makuta’s bondage, the little mental power that Ra’lhen’s persona possessed did actually believe in the prophesy. Now, here in Le-Wahi, Ra’lhen faith was being rewarded. “Before the Dark One’s defeat, times on Mata Nui were the worst they have ever been,” Ra’lhen finally responded, “I hold nothing but deep sorrow and the actions of the other guy, and also sincere gratitude for your courage to overcome what had possessed me, and save thousands of innocent people from oppression. Thank you” Ra’lhen then saw the Ga-Toa wave shyly at him. “I’m Seria,” she said. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Seria. I hope this talk of the dark times past aren’t discouraging you,” Ra’lhen, “These are the most peaceful days that the island of Mata Nui has seen, and from what I see and read, we are only continuing on the path towards… normalcy” “Normalcy? That’s the worst!” Wokapu half-jokingly protested. “I little normalcy isn’t so bad, in my opinion,” Ra’lhen said, keep his gaze on Seria, “Not if it means good people on this island get to live just one more day” “Well at any rate, there’s no point in just standing here while those guards continue to glare at us,” Wokapu said, briefly returning a glare back to them. He then turned to Ra’lhen and Stannis, “Seria suggested we go through the Onu-Koro highway. I think that’s a pretty solid route if you ask me. Plus we’ll be able to pick up some cool tools. Unless someone knows a better route…”

Ra'lhen More Than a Name

IC: Ra’lhen – Fau Swamp, below the great tree “Please…. I-I don’t know anything, you have to believe me!” pleaded the young Po-Matoran, his knees quaking, his eyes puffy, and his face wet. The response was a deep, sinister, spine-chilling mixture of a growl and a chuckle. It was an aural embodient of the night that surrounded the Matoran and the Makuta's agent. “I don’t have to do anything,” said Ronkshou, his signature matter-of-fact tone and booming voice, making the villager’s heart palpitate. He took one slow and forceful step towards the Po-Matoran, who was already pitted against a cliff wall in the famous Po-Wahi Quarry. A couple meters to the Matoran’s right was Lewa’s Kanohi Miru carved into the rock. “What is your name, boy,” Ronkshou demanded. “Re… R-Renan,” the villager stammered. A devious grin then formed on Ronkshou’s face. “Well, Renan, I’m not going to pull from any untruth to get the information I need,” Ronkshou said. “The shadows see everything, and whatever they see, the Makuta also sees,” Ronkshou continued, “and whatever the Makuta sees, provided he wishes it, I see. Do you understand how this works, Renan? I already know what you stole from the forces of Makuta. What may be an insignificant little black box actually means a great deal in the whole scheme of things” “I t-told you,” Renan said, his eyes wide yet weary with exasperation, “I don’t know where it is” “So then who did you give it to?” Ronkshou responded, “The shadows saw you steal it. You don’t have it? So you gave it to someone. Who?!” Ronkshou then lunged toward and picked up the Matoran by his upper arms, squeezing them enough that Renan feared the bones might just shatter. “Maybe… someone else entirely is responsible for this,” Renan pleaded. More tears feel through his eyes as crushing pain surged through his arms and spread through his entire body. “You’re very close, Renan,” Ronkshou cooed, ever-so-slightly loosening his grip on the poor Matoran, “but I need a name and a village” There was a short silence before Ronkshou tightened his grip beyond what it was before he relaxed. Renan let out a cry of pain. “This ends when you want it to,” Ronkshou brazenly lied. As usual, no emotion was tied to this statement. It was the same, booming voice, and yet it was still the most terrifying sound Renan had ever heard. “I-It was Syzale!” Renan relented, “the Le-Matoran!” Ronkshou grinned once more, never showing any teeth, as if he was only mildly amused that the Matoran would predictably break. “I’ll get my colleague right on that,” Ronkshou said, setting Renan back down and letting go of his upper arms. Renan immediately rubbed his hands across both of them, trying to soothe the painful bruising. Then, out of nowhere, a swift kick cut through the Po-Matoran’s legs. Ronkshou stifled a laugh as he heard the satisfying snap of the Matoran’s kneecaps popping. Renan screamed as he fell to this ground, his legs now dangling uselessly behind him. “Hey!” cried Renan. “Come on now, Renan. You signed over your life the moment you stole from the Makuta,” Ronkshou said matter-of-factly, “I only needed you to doubt that long enough to get the facts that I needed” With that, Ronkshou raised his armored right foot high over Renan’s head. “Hey!” Ronkshou brought his foot down. *crunch* “Hey!” “Hey you!” Ra’lhen jumped a bit as he escaped from his vision. His start still racing, the Toa whirled around to face whoever was calling out to him. It was one of the Toa guards of the elevator to Le-Koro. Ra’lhen didn’t move very far away from where the guards were posted. He intended for Wokapu to easily spot him when he returned. “How may I help you, good sir?” Ra’lhen cheerfully responded to the Le-Toa guard. This guard was varying shades of green and wore a Kanohi Akaku. Ra’lhen never displayed any sort of unease whenever he had a vision. This was one of the reasons why Wokapu would often use him as an emotional rock when the Toa of Air felt down about the Cultured Gentry. It felt too good and encouraging to support a friend for Ra’lhen to express any of his own problems – especially problems associated with his visions. Ra’lhen would always keep those visions to himself. It was horrible enough that Ra’lhen had to relive those dark, godawful times. He would be cursed before he let others relive those times, and be yet reminded again what Ra’lhen once was. “I know who you are.” said the guard, his demeanor not nearly as welcoming as Ra’lhen’s. “You’re Ronkshou!” IC: Wokapu – Le-Koro Marketplace Wokapu’s eyebrows rose in response to Stannis’s offer to join Seria and him. He didn’t expect the great hero to want to walk with the likes of him. Stannis was basically a celebrity; something Wokapu was familiar with for only a short time before it all came crashing down. “That would be an honor, sir,” Wokapu said. He walked up to both Seria and Stannis, “This’ll make for an awesome trip to have you two walk with us. I mean, my friend’s awesome too, but y’know – the more the merrier!” Wokapu began to move towards the elevators that would return them to the sticky Fau Swamp. “If you two are ready, we can head back down now,” Wokapu said, “Ra’lhen will be waiting, and he’s going to appreciate the extra company as well” IC: Ra’lhen – Fau Swamp, near the elevators to Le-Koro Ra’lhen knew that he wasn’t whole. He wasn’t so stupid as to try and deny that. Whenever someone utters that name – a horrible slave name that the Makuta, his servants, and all of the villagers on Mata Nui called him for more than 100 years – it felt like someone was ripping a hole in everything Ra’lhen was trying to preserve. Ra’lhen was a hero, one of many who were the first to come into being shortly after First Toa fell. More than anything, the Toa of Electricity wanted to honor his Toa team, and in the case of his last remaining teammate, Wokapu, Ra’lhen wanted to inspire him. The name made Ra’lhen feel a pain worse than any physical blow, and each utterance of the name weakened Ra’lhen’s control over his mind. It was more than a name to the Toa; it was a dagger to the heart. Despite the hurt and the anxiety that was now triggered, Ra’lhen continued to reason with the aggravated guard. “Listen sir, I don’t want any trouble here,” Ra’lhen said sincerely. His voice didn’t waver at all, and in fact it sounded much more heroic than the guard’s, “I’m just waiting for my friend who’s buying supplies for the both us before we start our journey to Po-Koro. I respect you and understand your distaste, but that name you uttered does worse to me than you might think” “That’s a shame, Ronkshou,” the guard repeated, “It’d be nice if you could just change your past, huh?” “My name is Ra’lhen,” the Toa of Electricity stated firmly, but without sounding threatening at all, “Please, can we show some respect for one other please?” “Respect?!” the guard raised his voice, getting the attention of the second Toa guard. This guard wore a great Kaukau and was notably bulkier than the Akaku-wearing Toa. Ra’lhen saw him start to walk over to where the Akaku-wearing guard stood. “You can’t kill Hafu and countless other innocent Matoran and then ask for ‘respect’,” the green, Akaku-wearing guard snapped, “You expect us to just forget what you’ve done?” “Wait a minute,” the second, Kaukau-wearing guard spoke up. His eyes then widened when he two recognized Ra'lhen, “Ronkshou?!” This time, Ra’lhen couldn’t help but wince, and he immediately cursed himself for doing so. That’s when the Toa of Electricity saw one of the elevators at the top of the tree start to come down. He almost prayed that Wokapu would be the one on that elevator so that they could get out of here, but Ra’lhen mentally smacked himself before he could complete the thought. This is something I can handle on my own, Ra’lhen reminded himself, I don’t need Wokapu to swoop in and- IC: Wokapu – Fau Swamp “Hey, what’s going on here?!” Wokapu demanded after bursting from of the elevator. He looked at the two guards with eyes like daggers, “Y’all are a little far from your posts back there aren’t you? Unless you want to have to explain to your superiors how someone managed to sneak onto one of the elevators and bomb half of the Le-Koro marketplace. I heard those conversations are always fun!” The guards grumbled as they hurriedly made their way back to their posts in front of the elevators. “I know you had ‘em, buddy, I gotta gets mine some of the time,” Wokapu said, elbowing Ra’lhen’s chest. The Toa laughed in response, “True, but to be fair, standing up to a couple scraggly guards isn’t quite up there with the folks that you need to be standing up to” “True,” Wokapu said, rubbing the back of his neck. There was an awkward pause before he remembered the two newcomers. “Oh! Hey Ra’lhen, I ran into these two while shopping in Le-Koro. Toa Seria wants to come along and Toa Makuta-Slayer Stannis Maru actually knows a good route to Po-Koro from here!” Ra’lhen froze, his mind going to overdrive while desperately trying to remain cool and confident. The last time Ra’lhen heard the name “Stannis” it was the name of a Matoran that the other guy was trying to kill, and very nearly succeeded. Ra’lhen had acted like he was prepared for something like this, but after his vision followed by the quarrel with the guards, the Toa was emotionally off-center. For a precious moment, Ra’lhen honestly didn’t know what to do. Wokapu then turned to face Stannis and Seria, completely oblivious to the facial expressions that any of the three Toa were wearing, “Stannis, Seria, this is my friend Ra’lhen. Contrary to what he looks like, he’s actually a Toa of Electricity – a very skilled one to boot!" Wokapu then chuckled jokingly, "You don’t wanna get on his bad side!” Still silence.

IC: Wokapu – Le-Koro Marketplace “That’s an interesting way of looking at it,” Wokapu said, “I was taught that it is one’s own actions and thoughts that dictate their future, whether they are accomplishments or failures. It’s nothing against those that believe in it – it’s a virtue for a reason" There was a short pause before Wokapu continued, "Let’s just say that the set of values I was taught was not always congruent with what the rest of the islanders here believe” Wokapu hoped that saying this didn't cast him in a bad light. It was difficult for him to simply pretend like he agreed with all the cultural norms and beliefs that the Matoran held dear. As Wokapu continued shopping with the group (he did eventually find where they sold the Sulov’s Trusty Trail Mix, along with many other food items and tools that would be useful on the journey to Po-Koro), he tried to analyze both what he was taught to believe and what most Mata Nuiians believed. To Wokapu’s surprise, sometimes, he couldn't give an easy answer to himself as to why he rejected certain Matoran beliefs. The notion of Destiny, however, was not among these. I’ve met and worked with people far too powerful and influential for me to just believe things are meant to happen as they should, Wokapu thought, otherwise, where do groups like the Cultured Gentry or the more sleazy citizens of this island fit into all of this? --- It took almost an hour to find and buy everything that Wokapu and Ra’lhen would need. The group had gotten lost in that store at least three times. Eventually, Wokapu did find plenty of bags of Sulov's Trusty Trail Mix, along with some other food that would last awhile, rags for washing, cloths for polishing armor and weapons, and other tools and items that the two would need. Wokapu now found himself back where he had started – in the Le-Koro Town Square, facing the entrance. “Seria, Chivnix, Stannis,” Wokapu nodded to them, “It was a pleasure meeting you all – you made this little shopping trip a lot less lonely!” The Toa of Air half-turned towards the elevators before looking back at the three again. “Do, uh, any of you know the best route to Po-Koro?” Wokapu asked, “I have a map, but you know, general purpose maps don’t really give you all the good, secret routes”

IC: Wokapu – Le-Koro Marketplace “Well, I'm not just going to take someone else's trusty trail mix,” Wokapu protested, chuckling light-heartedly, "But I appreciate the offer" Wokapu looked at the swarms of people, some occasionally stopping to see such eye-catching goods like custom pottery and some delectibles that the Toa had never seen before. “I'd say there's no harm in looking around,” Wokapu said to no one group member in particular, “I think I have my bearings on this place now. Let's walk and talk!” It took a few moments and almost stumbling over especially-short Le-Matoran twice, but Wokapu soon found a storefront that looked quite cleaner and newer than the small shops he and the group had been passing by. The sign above it read Trader Boe’s. “So Stannis, I heard the conversation between you and Chivinix,” Wokapu said, his voice slightly shaky now, “I've been waiting for the chance to say it to someone, but I must personally give ou my sincere thanks for your courage and strength. To succeed where so many... so, so many have failed. Do you really chalk it all up to just Destiny?”

IC: Wokapu – Le-Koro Marketplace Wokapu smiled, “Pleasure to meet you Stannis Maru” Truth be told, he didn’t really take the Toa’s claim as guardian very seriously. Back before Wokapu lived in the wild, when Makuta still ruled the land, almost everyone called themselves a guardian. They were not just any hero, but they were the hero that would (of course) defeat the Makuta. Odd that some would still carry this attitude even after someone already came and performed that very feat, saving the island from darkness. Ah, well. Good to see some things never change, thought Wokapu. "I think I'll take your recommendation into consideration. I can never turn down trail mix" Wokapu’s attention returned to the Toa of Water. “More specifically, would you know of any places that sells Sulov's Trusty Trail Mix? Or maybe the closest Trader Boe’s? I might like that more than having to negotiate with every independent trader I come across”

IC: Wokapu – Le-Koro Marketplace “Chivinix is not tourist persay...,” the insect-like being replied, “He is trying to discover this island..” And… he refers to himself in third person, Wokapu thought, fighting himself to not judge too harshly (to not judge at all would likely be too difficult for the Toa of Air right now), Well at least I won’t need to ask for his name now. Just then, Wokapu’s attention was pulled in another direction. Someone a bit more conventional-looking was now approaching him. It was a Toa… more specifically, a Toa of Stone. The man’s appearance and demeanor almost reminded Wokapu of his father Wokodin, who was also a Toa of Stone. However, this man gave off a positive and inspiring aura, and Wokapu did not feel intimidated like he usually does around Wokodin. “Welcome to Le-Koro,” the Toa of Stone greeted him at arms length, “Have we met before?” “Thanks, Toa,” replied Wokapu, “I don’t believe we have, actually” He then looked at both the Po-Toa and Chivinix. “My name is Wokapu, and stopped by Le-Koro to pick up some supplies before I join my friend down below on our journey to the north. I was just chatting with Chivinix here to see if he had a better grasp over this marketplace then I do” A quick glance around the place revealed that little had changed in the few moments Wokapu had been here. “This is a … very fast-paced area,” Wokapu said, trying to find positive words to describe the maelstrom of barters and shoppers swarming around them like Nui Rama, “I’ve spent most of my life on Mata Nui in Ko-Koro, a village known for being quite calm” The party was about to get even bigger as Wokapu heard a third voice from his right side. “Excuse me, I couldn't help myself to hear you talking,” a Toa of Water said, “Are you need of anything?” You heard us? Over this crowd? thought Wokapu. She probably passed really close by just now and Wokapu simply didn’t notice given the… interesting fellow that Wokapu first met, along with the important-looking Toa of Stone. “Well, actually, since you asked,” Wokapu took out his shopping list and began to read off of it. “Would you happen to know where I could find some good food that’ll last awhile, or hunting javelins, cloth sacks, and armor polish? I’m travelling with a friend up to Po-Koro to meet someone” Wokapu knew there was a good change that she was a tourist as well, but… it’s worth a shot.

IC: Wokapu – Le-Koro Marketplace Wokapu blinked only once before regaining control of his composure very quick. He was never one to gawk or show any sort of uneasiness towards odd-looking beings. He wasn't always perfect at it though. This vaguely insect-like being however… Well, I've seen stranger, Wokapu thought, Actually, no I haven’t… “Why yes, I am a Toa. Don’t let the armor throw you off, I’m a Toa of Air,” replied Wokapu. “Are you a tourist as well? I’m kinda trying to find my way around here to get some travelling supplies.”

IC: Wokapu & Ra’lhen – Le-Wahi Bald-lands To Wokapu’s surprise, his sleep the night before was dreamless. He was now packing up the last of the essential supplies into his sand-colored backpack. He and Ra’lhen were due for a long journey, and he knew that they’d need to stop in Le-Koro to get more supplies. Hopefully he’s as prepared as I am, thought Wokapu, as he buttoned up the cloth covering of his backpack, leaving only his two golden-hued katana blades resting in the soft spiky grass. All of his armor had been washed and polished early in the morning, along with his tools. He was now ready. Wokapu picked up both katana blades and placed them into their sheaths. He then could see from Ra’lhen’s shadow that he was approaching him from behind. “All packed?” asked Ra’lhen. “We’re good to go,” replied Wokapu, pulling up his backpack and placed the straps over his shoulders. He then tightened the straps a bit so that the pack clung snuggly and comfortably to his back. “Let’s hope for the best” “I don’t see why you’re so worried,” Ra’lhen said, “You’ll be fine regardless. Besides, we have to get supplies from some village and we might as well get it all out the way now” “Of course,” Wokapu said matter-of-factly, “No turning back now” Entrance to Le-Koro – Lake Kanae “First obstacle!” Wokapu whispered to Ra’lhen as they approached the handleful of (armed) guards across the bridge. Pass them was the elevator they needed in order to get into Le-Koro. Wokapu could see that this could take quite awhile if they want to search through their backpacks, which would make perfect sense to do. After all, one of them is virtually unknown and the other used to be known as the second deadliest minion of Makuta. Of course, Ra’lhen looks a lot different now than he did then. Not as bulky, and he has a very approachable demeanor to him. While Ra’lhen used to bear the image of someone you wanted to run away from, now he bears the image of someone you want to run to, because he’ll protect you. “I’ve got a smarter idea,” Wokapu said to Ra’lhen, “I know what we both need in order to make this trek. I’ll get my satchel out of my backpack and I’ll just take that into Le-Koro. You hold my backpack while I go buy the stuff we need” “Good idea,” Ra’lhen replied, “Just so we both know, what is it you’re going to buy?” Wokapu both sighed and chuckled as if it was odd for Ra’lhen to think he wouldn’t be able to recite all that they needed. Nonetheless, Wokapu spoke has he took off his backpack and began digging for his empty satchel. “Some long-lasting foodstuffs, hunting javelins, a couple of cloth sacks, armor polish, and… some other stuff that we don’t know we need yet, but when we do, we’ll have it!” Ra’lhen felt like he was clenching every muscle in his face to keep himself from rolling his eyes. “Works… for me,” the Toa of Electricity uttered. Wokapu – Le-Koro Marketplace While getting access into Le-Koro was actually quite simple and straightforward (they even let him carry his katanas blades inside), the Toa of Air couldn’t take another step once he entered the marketplace. Throngs of shoppers that consisted of Matoran, Toa, Vortixx, Skakdi, some Turaga here and there… it looked like chaos—organized chaos of course. It was clear that everyone here had a place to be and was making a rush to get there. “I don’t remember Le-Koro being this… populous,” Wokapu mumbled softly to himself. What do? OOC: Open for interaction

Good to know that folks were still thinking about me. Yeah I'm sure a Darien-Wokiya reunion will happen some time. Right now I'm taking things slow with my two characters. Yes, I knew Kuhgii was doing Mata Nui Weekly, though I didn't know he had a team now. Awesomesauce! Is there a website you all use or something? I'd like to link to it in the Index topic.

Welp. ... At least I didn't leave any plot threads hanging. Sorry for my absence guys. Between my full time job and my attempt at trying some new things (and trying some new TV shows, and video games...), I've been having trouble following the BZPRPG closely enough to post news. I'm thinking of at least putting a link to Mata Nui Weekly up on my News post, so at least there will be another (likely more dependable) source on what's happening. Speaking of which, if there's anything huge I should know about now that I'm RPing again, please let me know. I really have gotten very behind on the BZPRPG storyline and I at least want to get some things right. Also, no I'm not officially giving up on the Mata Nui Daily, but it is unlikely I'll have time to keep track of BZPRPG events often enough to continue updating it. By all means, if you current events that the players should know about, PM them to me and I'll try and get them posted in a timely manner. Thanks, y'all!

IC: Wokapu – Le-Wahi Bald-lands “What’s the point? Really?” Muttered the silhouetted Toa his facial features dimly lit by the moonlight. Smoke was also rising from the fire that was just put out by his camp mate. “I come out of hiding, but we both know that I’ll be back in hiding before you know it. How can you be so sure that I’m needed out there?” “Well, there’s your sister, and your father—” “-who are both doing very well, I should add!” “…” Wokapu could see, even in the night, that his friend was pondering something. The Toa of Air stood up from the giant, aged, and lonesome tree he was leaning on to get a better glimpse. “What?” “There’s Niici too…” Wokapu could not keep himself from shuddering at the name. His stomach quivered in disgust. “Why would you bring her up, man?” “She’s also something to consider. She‘s—” “-a nobody now. After she left the Gentry, everyone virtually forgot she even existed. And so you know, I’m trying to do the same. Forget, I mean.” Ra’lhen, the Toa of Electricity sighed. “You don’t think she seems a bit… too hidden? Too quiet? I mean, given what she can do…” “But an agreement was made, Ra’lhen,” Wokapu countered, “We both have to keep our secrets if we want to be safe from the higher ups in the Cultured Gentry. Given that she and I are in the same boat, I can’t imagine her wanting to tip it over” “I’m just concerned we may be underestimating her swimming skills…,” Ra’lhen said, carrying the metaphor. Wokapu leaned back on the tree. “It’s just that… what can I do? Like seriously, I don’t even know what’s going on in the civilized world anymore. The game has changed, and if I show up unprepared... I'll get eaten alive!” “I imagine your sister would be able to help with current events. Plus I’m sure she’d love to see you again” “Doubtful,” Wokapu said while grimacing slightly, “You were there when Niici and I formally signed the agreement. To say she was livid is a gross understatement. A terrible secret of the Cultured Gentry… and because of me, that secret will probably never get out” “Wokapu, we both know that that was the most logical, and the safest choice,” Ra’lhen said firmly, “You saw a much bigger picture than she did, but with her experience in travelling across the island, I’d imagine her broader perspective would have her see things a little more clearly” “Plus,” Ra’lhen said, walking over to his tent only a few yards to his right, “Time always heals those kinds of wounds” Ra’lhen crawled into his very undersized tent, where some tablets, books, a bucket of water, and other assorted goods were stuffed. There was hardly any room for a proper bed, leaving Ra’lhen to have to sleep in a ball. “It’s getting late, but please think about this,” Ra’lhen urged his friend. “I’ve been thinking about ‘this’ ever since we first got here,” Wokapu said, walking over to Ra’lhen’s tent, “I just don’t think I’m ready start any confrontations all alone… since I know better than to try and ask Wokodin for help” Ra’lhen stuck his head out of the entryway, wearing a knowing grin, “Who said anything about you going alone?” That did it for Wokapu, his eyes widening in disbelief as he gulped. “… you?” “Are you really surprised?” Ra’lhen asked, “You’re the one who always says I’m a braver man than you” “Because you are… as you’re proving right now. Ra’lhen, they don’t know what I’ve done, but everyone knows what you’ve done, no offense.” Ra’lhen stifled a scoff, “No one knows that better than me, Wokapu. But let’s face it: you’re nothing without a wingman” “That… is shamefully true,” Wokapu conceded. Silence passed between Wokapu and Ra’lhen for a moment. “Welp, no point in waiting around, I guess,” Wokapu said, “We have ourselves an interesting day tomorrow, which includes a lot of packing” Ra’lhen chucked, agreeing with Wokapu. “Good night buddy” “G’nite” Wokapu walked away and crawled into his tent, which sat across from Ra’lhen’s tent, both facing a still-smoking fire pit. Mata Nui, Wokapu thought as he laid down on his sleeping mat, what am I getting myself into?

I like the color scheme you have here. At least in this picture (and maybe just on my monitor), the yellow mask and gold highlights hardly clash at all. I actually thought the mask was gold for a second. Solid work! I've always liked your style of MOCs and this one doesn't disappoint at all.