Lara White

IC: Finally, they were ready. Sheaf upon sheaf of paper: pamphlets, posters, and a good many copies of the Populist's Manifesto, as Kotuku had taken to calling her handiwork. All that was left was distribution. One by one, quietly and discreetly, they began their work. It was simple, really. A dropped book here, a poster on a board there, some graffiti in an alleyway, and soon their symbols began to leak out. Decrying Hewkii's crimes and incompetence, calling for his replacement. Kotuku was quite proud of her personal touch, lightly scattered invectives against Hewkii's secret police, the Sentinels. "Hewkii has militarized the militia, turning it into something it should not be," one pamphlet declared, "He has made it his own private army and turned it on the people. When the people would not back him, he gave a badge to every thug and outlaw who would, and called them the Sentinels, as if they were some form of protectors! The only thing the Sentinels protect is Hewkii's iron grasp on power." Such language had the intended effect. More than once, Kotuku had watched from the safety of a crowd as Sentinels demanded to know who had posted what they variously described as "drivel," "lies," or in one eloquent case, "libel." More often than not, one villager or another would egg them on, and sooner or later the Sentienl would lose his temper. Of course, there were plenty of cases in which such things did not happen, but when did something not happening get any attention? It was all about what the people saw, and what they saw was angry Sentinels trying to find the culprit for something relatively "harmless." The snowball was rolling downhill. Now it was time to wait.

Well, I'm glad I got very immersed in a game of Civ this weekend. Right, not going to dig that back up (not that stupid), but on topic...what is a Tajaar Clan, should I know about them already, and what are current events in Kentoku and are they conducive to smashing heads together.

If you need firepower for a raid on Ko-Koro, I have a Toa of Air that could be hired for such a job. It's been a while since I've smashed some heads.

What's a Metru Nui?

For the record, the term Mary Sue has been around for much longer than TVTropes has.

IC: "The first thing we will need," Kotuku had said, "is a printing press. We need to spread the news to the masses." As it turned out, a press was easier to acquire than expected. The avian Toa stood outside the defunct Mata Nui Daily office while her co-conspirators worked inside, hunting down replacement parts for the press that the news office had sold off some time ago. Each piece they recovered would be moved outside, to the cart which Kotuku tended. Slowly, over the course of the hour, the cart kept filling. Some time later, a Sentinel approached her, a tallish Toa whose gangly body moved with more grace than it should. "Can I ask what you're doing here, ma'am?" He asked. "My crew and I were contracted to clean up this building, officer." She said, crossing her arms. Lovely. Looks like the brute squad has showed up. He eyed her. "Do you mind if I double check that?" He moved to go inside. She did not stand in his way: being arrested before she even got started would be suicide for her cause. "By all means." The Sentinel stepped inside, looking around. The group was hard at work, going through things and seeing what they could find. Lightstones were held close to piles of rubbish and old paper as they were sorted through, and cobwebs were brushed aside as people dug into old crevices. The Sentinel watched the scene for a moment, and Kotuku's hand curled into a fist. If he made trouble, they would have to subdue him quickly and quietly. She was behind him, so a quick strike to the back of the head would disorient him, then a sleeper hold would put him out of commission... He turned toward her. "Well, looks like you're in order, ma'am. My apologies, you have to watch out for spies and smugglers these days. Never know who it could be." He nodded respectfully and departed. Kotuku released a breath she hadn't realized she was holding, and went back outside to the cart. The work proceeded with no more distractions, and soon they were off to construct their own printing press.

Toa-Turaga changes, to my memory, have largely been at the discretion of the player, but that's because A: it's rare and B: because it has less power attached to it.

Okay, in the light of PMs I have been getting, I need to clarify: If you want to be part of the inner circle of the revolution, your character must be an idealogue. For-profit characters may get involved in the revolution at large, but the handpicked leaders are selected for ideological purity, not their mercenary tendencies.

What's a Bohrok? Is that some kind of fancy Thanksgiving dish?

I'd suggest taking this to PM, since this sounds like a discussion between the two of you. Of course, if a character should be in a state that their author staunchly refuses write them in, you may notify the staff and they will have a discussion with the player, but individual conversations should be taken to PM.

Who owns the printing press formerly used by the Po-Koro branch of the Mata Nui Daily? I was informed that it had been sold off.

Long time no see, guys! I'm sorry I haven't been on more often, that's not fair to you all who need to talk to me about something. However, I've decided to change that and I've begun a plotline to tether me to the game, so I should be back more often--maybe a couple times a week, we'll see. I'm rather sad to see that the BZPRPG is in one of its slow phases, but at the same time, I'm glad. I would have a much harder time returning if we were in manic-activity-mode. In regards to the revolution plotline in Po, if anyone is interested in being one of the listeners at the table (translation: one of the inner circle of the rebel cause), shoot me a PM.

The clans are marching 'gainst the law Bagpipers play the tunes of war

IC: The Standing Stone was, as coffee houses go, a fairly reputable place. It kept an open-air patio on the roof for those patrons who preferred their meal with a view, and for those who were not preferential, the first-floor dining area was sufficiently well lit. The whole place was constructed in a modern sensibility, fluted columns holding up the storefront and elaborate mosaics decorating the walls and floor. The clientele kept a good business all through the day, typically closing after the sun set, so a party of Toa and Matoran entering the establishment one at a time and taking seats at a table on the rooftop was not an unusual sight. Their meals were hardly remarkable, either--Maha steak, or Ruki fillet, or perhaps just a mug of coffee. The group, to all appearances, was hardly remarkable. A Toa of unusual plumage sat down among them, her appearance drawing a few admiring glances from other parties across the patio. She ignored them, unperturbed by lecherous gazes, and made herself comfortable. Her armor was quite unusual, her arms and legs bearing flares etched in the style of wings and her mask forged in an avian style, its blue Y-shaped visor obscuring her gaze. Her lithe body was covered in patterns of white and tan, obscure patterns with some symbolic meaning or other--she had never bothered to explain it to any of them. The Toa leaned forward and placed her elbows on the table, steepling her fingers in front of her. "I am pleased that you have all decided to attend. I must admit that when I sent my missives, you would be too uninterested or too fearful to hear me out." She stated. "But here we are. I will explain my theory, and then you may challenge it as you wish. "Let us begin with the facts. Hewkii has been leading this village since the death of Turaga Onewa, and in that time we have experienced isolation, fear, institutionalized paranoia. Our economy has suffered from being cut off from outside contact. We have walked on the edge of war, we have seen militarization of the Koro unlike the worst ages of the Dark War. Now, we can hardly assume that correlation equals causation, but if we examine the situation, we can see that the Akiri has either been responsible for most of these issues or, at the very least, responded weakly to them. "He was the one who began the policy of isolation and militarization--that much we know. From there, let us examine: isolation has cut off many merchants from their clientele in other Koros, causing their businesses to suffer. It has prevented us from importing many valuable foodstuffs and resources that our Koro needs to prosper, and the Akiri's attempts to replace those with local-grown supplies have been...middling, at best. Hardly enough to replace what his policies lost. "Then there is the problem of war. I am not blind to the politics of the outside world, and I trust none of you are either. We have many times been on the verge of invasion, and what has the Akiri done about it? Nothing. He sits in his office and signs paperwork while the other Koros eye us with suspicion and reach for their weapons. If we do not defend ourselves we may as well sign over our freedoms right now. "And that is hardly the worst of it. I am certain you have heard the rumours, of illicit spy rings and under-the-table deals that Hewkii brokered to retain his hold on power. I cannot at this time substantiate them, but I am certain they will all come to light. "This list of grievances is unpleasant to list, but I can only come to one conclusion. Akiri Hewkii is unfit to rule. He must be removed." One of the Matoran stared at her incredulously. "Are you insane? That's treason!" "No. To let such a leader remain in control of our Koro would be treason." She said icily. "So what are you proposing?" Another Toa asked. "Start a referendum to get him voted out?" "No. At this stage, such an option is far past. The Sentinels--refuse and scum given badges and legitimacy--would disperse us on Hewkii's orders within a day. No, we must avoid direct confrontation with his people." "...What are you proposing, then?" The Toa asked, with a sick feeling in his stomach as he got an idea of what the avian Toa was going to say. "It is quite simple." She stated. She displayed a small talisman in one hand, carved with a spiral symbol known as a koru. "Revolution."

My apologies, I forgot to mention I'd be going to the field and would be gone. It will be up tonight. Gone, but not forgotten...

The entrance is, yeah. And the Po-Koro entrance has been shifted to a little ways outside the village. Actually, it's quite a distance. It now dumps you into the desert. Recall this was during Po-Koro's isolationist period. Having a path directly to their doorstep would be counterproductive.

I would have no objection to a Sentinel-run mission to find and destroy that collection of Kraata.

Day Eins It pains me to recall how wrong I was about a "trial" in this town. It seemed that such an affair was conducted by calling a quorum of villagemen and discussing who acted the most guilty. Upon a final agreement of the majority, the suspected culprit was taken away and...well, to say he was executed would be to put it lightly. There might be no Mafia in this Koro, but there are and always shall be the Village, and the Village does not and will not be merciful to suspected murderers. The two Pupwas were the victims of what I can only call a lynch mob--"jury" does them too much charity. I watched with horror as one villager actually took a skinning knife to one of the twins as he howled in horror and tried to escape from the vengance-thirsty killers. I stared as his skin sloughed off, not from the knife but as if he was a snake. The layer of skin shimmered and turned blank, revealing a horribly bleeding Lhikevikk to the crowd. Undeterred by this, someone shouted "warlock!" and plunged a knife into his heart. His vital liquids quickly poured from his body in a crimson fountain and he jerked and spasmed in inhuman pain before collapsing lifelessly. The other Pupwa was similarly torn apart, this time someone creatively rendering a blood eagle on him. I shall spare the reader the description--if you wish to know so badly what a blood eagle is, Google exists, people. I am no detective, but I was afforded the chance to examine both of the deceased's places of residence. I examined them thoroughly and scrupulously, and I know only that I found no evidence of wrongdoing in their homes. The people of this place terrify me.

I will permit one vote change per person. Because it hungers...

Night Eins Nothing much remarkable happened in BZ-Koro. It was a tranquil town that quite liked its well-won peace. Upon my visit I found the people of the town to be delightful, friendly townsmen, willing to share a drink or give directions to a bed and breakfast. However, after about nine of the clock at night, the town soon became a ghost town, in a way I found most eerie. Townspeople shut themselves away and barred every door, and none tarried long enough to answer my questions about why they fled. The last I saw was someone darting into Portalfig's house just before the door slammed shut and three bolts locked. The next morning, my answer came in a horrid form: a plume of black smoke rising over the skyline from somewhere within the town. I truly could not sate my curiosity, and rushed to discover the source. It turned out to be a blackened and charred building, still smouldering from a fire that had been set the previous night. From the mailbox on the side of the road, I could tell that this had been the abode of the self-styled eccentric Kaiser "Manducus," a well-known local. But, unbeknownst to the town at large, he was not the only victim that night. The generous and ill-fated Portalfig had been slain in his home, in methods too gruesome to speak of in polite company. The police, suspecting Mafia activity, began their investigation immediately. For the murder of the Kaiser, they came forward with four suspects for trial: Eljay, Ehks, Pupwa, or Mesonak. For the evisceration of Portalfig, they found four other likely suspects: Pupwa, Mirainui, Pulse, or Colette. Then, I was told, the jury would hear their cases and justice be dispensed. I truly hoped that the killers would be found, for who could do such terrible things in a place like this?

BEAST The scene is coming.

All slots have been filled. We are ready to begin. The Sleeper rouses...

Ehks, stop putting things in there that aren't actually in my post. Who will be the first to WAKE UP?!

Why would there be roles? There's no Mafia here. I CANNOT WAKE UP!

Bionicle Mafia XV Nightmare I can't wake up. If you've never been to BZ-Koro, don't be surprised. It's the most recent in a long line of places to bear that name. Most claim that it is the fifteenth, but some records tell of a time before that, a time of bloodshed, strife, and distrust. A time where the people of BZ-Koro could not even sleep at night for their fear of death. I can see him. Some say that there was a time before time, when BZ-Koro was primal and unformed and death was only part of an endless cycle, but those are only legends, ungrounded in reality. Today, BZ-Koro is a well-to-do town, not too large but certainly self-sustaining. Matoran spend their days working on this or that, whatever their job demands. He is coming. BZ-Koro is a perfectly normal place to live. Perhaps there is an unfortunate history to the name, some might say a curse, but the Guard are as aware of the name's history as anyone, and take extensive action against any hint of gang violence. The Mafia is long-dead. IA! IA! THE BEAST RISES IN THE DARK! 1. Kuan 2. -Toa Lhikevikk- Villager 3. Collete Llyan 4. Watcher on the Walls 5. MT Zehvor 6. Mairanui 7. Regicidal Kaiser Manducus Villager 8. Dapper-San 9. why did I do this? Villager 10. Meso Zehvor 11. Pulse 12.Toarobot18 13. JAG18 14. RG Zehvor 15. Ehks 16. The Swimming Beard 17. Shadowhawk 18. Unit#phtnk#1 19. Eljay: Toa of Mangosteen 20. Burnmad: Toa of Emoticons : Toa K *$: VoxuChro @%: Ricardo Mason )$: Portal Nuvia Villager ^%: Voltex Oblige Timeline: Night Eins: Portalfig and Kaiser killed. Day Eins: Pupwa and Lhikevikk lynched. Follow all BZP Rules.No screenshots. Normally I'm permissive about them, but this time there are certain things I want to keep hidden.Be polite.Dead players may not provide useful information. I have no problem with chatting, however.Each day or night is 48 hours. If a role has not PMed or a vote not cast by then, they will forefeit their action.Have fun. The penalty for disobeying is death.