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IC: Vira, Le-Metru Business District The Le-Matoran walked down the street. Quickly. But not too quickly. Quick enough. He got off work later than expected. He had to make it to the head office. "Ash-Bear Apartments, there." Vira scuttled in, slouching off the bag on his shoulder so he could hold it in his nervous hands. He made no eye contact- not with the Vahki across the street, not with the other few Matoran in line with him, and not with the clerk as he was called up next. "I'd like to finish signing off on a new lease. I brought 3 month's rent in advance." Vira overturned the bag, spilling widgets across the counter. If his worried hands or concerned yet quiet face didn't betray his emotional state, the uncomfortable shifting in place Vira performed while waiting on the widgets to be counted up and the final paperwork to be brought to him must have. None of it mattered though, Vira just needed to sign the papers and get back to the Apartment. After several boring minutes, he had the keys in hand. Again, Vira walked. Quickly. But not too quickly. Quick enough to reach the rundown neighborhood his new lease was in before Twilight waned into night. In this part of town, one could hear Vahki raids and wild Rahi and bustling business carts and Matoran at all hours. Being close enough to the shoreline, occasional large ferries and other massive ships could sometimes shake the floors of a few of the more rundown buildings. Vira waited for the two Vahki across the street to turn the corner before he conjured his keys. Click. Drop. Creeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaakk.. The old door was solid metal, rusted some. Not many windows on the street-side face of this apartment complex were lit. The lobby's front door didn't even latch. Vira didn't know if it was better or worse that this unit had its own street-side door. This was no time to ponder pointless questions, though; Vira needed to hurry in and shut the door. And once inside, the dusty lights flickered on. And a figure rose from across the room to greet him. "I paid for the room, just like you asked. Please, don't ask anything more of me." "Did you move quickly?" "Y-yes.." "But not too quickly?" "Yes I followed every instruction. I have the keys here, and a copy of the lease agreement. Paid in full for 3 months just like you said." The figure rose from a broken-down couch across the room and paced alongside the crummy walls before beckoning Vira over. "Your friend needs your help now. Watch the door as you come over, harr!" The titan chuckled as he directed the Le-Matoran around a tunnel in the floor... an ominous tunnel... leading only to some dark depth.. or leading to this apartment if you're at the other end, mayhaps. As Vira came close, the titan placed a firm hand on his shoulders, and pointed at a dirty yellow Matoran tied to a chair without any mask. "Your friend seems to have dropped his mask. Turns out, those Metru-Nui-made masks don't last too long under the heel of a strong foot!" Smack! A force on his back flung Vira a foot forward, landing on his hands and knees in front of the shards of a dirty yellow Kanohi. "Why are you doing this? Just please let us go now. If I miss work again, they'll replace me! The chutes need workers, and the Vahki will come looking for me! My friend is no use to you if I get arrested. Please, let us go, we won't tell anyone you're here!" Othorak gripped Vira by the back of his head, the Steltian's palm squeezing around Vira's skull. "I wish I could believe that." Crunch. So ends the life of Vira. His mangled head slammed into the filthy floor. The dirty yellow Matoran tied to the chair barely nodded his head. His heartlight was barely shining anymore. "You served your purpose as well, imp." The titan kicked aside the dead Le-Matoran as he made his to the captured Matoran. Without a word, Othorak crushed his skull, too. Night was settling across Le-Metru. Othorak meandered around his crawlspace hole to lay down on top of the under-sized couch. He settled in and turned off the lights. In the dark, Othorak schemed. "Tomorrow they'll search for the missing chute worker, but they'll never find him. No one would've noticed him walking here. He was quick. But not too quick. The day after, they'll try and replace him. But after the third chute worker disappears, then they'll struggle to replace them. The system's strained enough as is.. A missing worker here, a misplaced shipment there... Before people know it, Le-Metru is going to be grinding to a halt.. and when the work has to stop.. heh.. I'll make sure to fulfill my orders." Othorak went to sleep with a sinister smile on his face. OOC: Yeah, I'm colorblind, so I'm going to do everything I can to avoid typing in Red and Green again lol. For the record, Othorak is not up for interaction, just lemme do my own thing I promise I'll either get killed by a GM controlled Vahki unceremoniously or weave myself into other players' narratives later on. For now, just enjoy the diabolical schemes of Othorak Also this takes places a few days before present-day events, just to be clear. This is like a prologue post; the real and current story starts next post.

Lol I know I know I just meant like in game like the fights other characters have been in on. The other islands the war is fought on. Are those outside the Metru Nui dome? I thought you invented some islands inside the dome but I could be mistaken. Doesn't really affect my posting it's just me trying to visualize the universe I guess. Yeah just DM me for more discussion. Thanks for GMing

word. Quick question: when you say island like do you mean one of the islands I guess to the south of metru nui? Those islands are in the same big dome as Metru Nui though, right?

Name: Othorak Species: Upper Steltian. If anyone cares I use this post to kind of make sense of species. Also, I noticed the Steltians have some form of "ack" in their names, so yeah... Faction: League of Six Kingdoms; Sergeant Major under Kalmah. Rank can be changed to whatever GM says. At first I thought lieutenant but my wikipedia research has informed me that's pretty high up lol. Basically just not a grunt. This dude's got some authority Brief Description: A beefy Red-and-Lime Titan. Mostly mechanical chest/torso with a Rhotuka launcher in his middle, because he was almost killed but then was repaired even better than before. Wears a Kanohi Faxon. Has a neat sword. Background/Occupation: Was instrumental in helping the League conquer Stelt. Before the island fell, his clan threw him into a gladiator pit as revenge for Othorak selling out the island. He survived long enough for League forces to land and take the island, but was super wounded. Kalmah had his body repaired and enhanced with the chest Rhotuka as a reward for his service to the LoSK. Now he serves as one of Kalmah's most trusted underlings, so trusted that he's been sent on a secret mission inside Metru-Nui.... Flaws: Bad at working with others, failure causes panic and desperation to salvage the situation into a win, due to his life on Stelt he isn't afraid of a challenge and will throw down if need be, assumes everyone everywhere is as conniving and backstabbing as they are on Stelt so trust issues I guess. Powers: Superior strength comparable to Sidorak, Axon, Brutaka and Hydraxon. Chest Rhotuka has sickness powers which makes the struck foe become gut-wrenchingly sick for the next five or ten minutes depending on the victim's constitution, (sick being whatever makes since for your species I guess). Average at sword combat but more of a brute strength and force guy than a skillful sword master, meaning it's betetr to just wear out and beat down your opponent rather then pull a sneaky move.

It's just straight not fair. I'm sorry but there's no way for these opinions to get voiced and not sound mean. I've been checking this place off and on for months now and the game itself has completely stopped. Some of the GM's need to force this season to end so that we can all move forward. It's hard not to just forget about BZPRPG and move on. Any major events can be told in remembering/flashback exposition scenes. People are waiting to write these epic, grand posts to "finish it the right way" when that doesn't need to happen at all. The last post was in mid December, before that mid November. In the past 30 or 60 days the people holding this game up couldn't force any kind of post out that would help everyone. If you're going to be too busy to play when the entire game itself is on hold until you post, then next season you need to not have so much hinge on your posts. This is getting ridiculous, just open the new season and tell any events in opening exposition. We're all tired of waiting.

It'd be best if people just ended their stuff and we forcibly moved on, honestly. The entire game itself can't move forward because of posts people have been waiting on for months if not years. People need to just force some sort of post out then cut off this season. It negatively affects the game when things drag on like they currently are.

Hello everyone, I'm sure some of you at least recognize my name from posts on here. When the forums came back online I was active again, but had to take a vacation in late September. Coming back from that, I just became too busy with my personal life to commit to posting, along with some other stuff. I realized my characters were all in decent enough of "closing" posts that I could just drop out without hampering how the stories wrapped up, so I quietly ducked out of posting. I'm trying to catch up on the season finale arcs now, and will hopefully be active again once the new season starts. I'm sure there's no rush to the new stories getting started and all that, so no worries. I'm still trying to figure out if I'll even be able to seriously commit to posting again, myself. I wanted to take the time to write out a post just to let everyone know I still think of this place, and really enjoyed the part I've gotten to play in BZPRPG. Next season I'll most likely try and stay a little more solo-oriented, but anything can happen I guess. For now, my plan is to just do a classic cut-to intro post when the new season starts, with plenty of exposition to fill in the gaps between what happened after my last posts and why my characters are starting where they are now, pretty normal stuff, I'd say. I'm sorry this isn't really too long of a post; I just wanted to get some kind of feelings out and say thanks again to everyone who participated this season. I enjoy writing, and being a part of a group thing like BZPRPG seems to motivate me more than just working on some short story or epic in another of the forums. We'll see what the future holds for me I guess. I hope you all have enjoyed reading my posts. I've enjoyed yours!

With all these toa around ko koro I’m gonna keep my fingers crossed for a Kaita fusion appearance

That’ll most likely be all that happens lol. We’ll see I guess

I'll edit the post now so the sentiment is more "we don't know if he's even still there but I'll check it out and if i don't find him I'll find someone who knows where to go" kind of a feel. At any rate, the Toa/Turaga combo are basically off to Kini-Nui for some adventures. Thanks for helping me post better <3 Edited the post in question. I hope that's now a more realistic character mindset.

Oh dang lol, I just kind of assumed. Trying to work behind the scenes with that plot point, but I don't even fully intend my Toa to get to the correct spot anyways, so this could be an instance of OOC ignorance affecting IC ignorance lol. Feel free to message me for some ideas on what dangers may actually be lurking in the bowels of Magaia! Especially if you don't wanna just post publicly some thoughts. And for the record, I'm not intending to hijack any "main" story elements. I welcome any DM's from anyone who wants to plan out some story plot-points. I haven't decided what I'm going to do with my Toa/Turaga duo yet, so their fates are still open to whatever makes for a great story. My "main" character Azza, the Matoran, is currently just gonna chill at Ihu-Koro, lol. After that crazy battle, he deserves a few relaxed posts! I just hope ya'll don't forget about him there; eventually it'd be nice to hitch a ride on the plot-train out of there.

IC: Tyren- Tesara Street Skirmish "Was that good enough for ya?" Tyren hopped as high as his weathered knees would let him. "Just one job. If mercenaries like yourself are common enough around these parts, then surely we could go somewhere, talk to someone, overhear a conversation- SOMETHING! There's got to be one good job out there for us. You keep the profits, so long as you keep me fed and allow me a spot to sleep. What do you have to lose?" Tryen extended his hand forward, hopefully shaking in agreement with the large bruiser.

IC: Ame and Baden, outside the Wall of History "So... a lot's happened," the Electric Toa surmized. "We've been gone since time itself began, really." He turned to look at his old friend. "There's no place for us in this world. Not anymore. Truthfully, I don't recall if there ever was." "Our memories may have faded, but that doesn't mean they never happened," Ame reassured Baden. "We just need to find a purpose. We need to figure out how to live in this new world." "I'm a Toa. I know what place I have." Baden took a few strides forward and stared into the Ta-Koro market square. "This Echelon guy... the guard earlier mentioned there had been a murder here. I don't want to disturb the authorities or interrupt their work. But this Echelon guy sounds bad enough to cause something like that." Baden turned back towards his orange-and-white companion. "And what happened at Ko-Koro... you read the horror stories. They gunned down innocents who were promised safe passage!" Sparks crackled from the Toa's clenched fist. "I'm a Toa. I'm supposed to fight evil, and this Echelon guy is as evil as they come. I'm going to kill him and save the island." "Baden! Don't be senseless!" The Turaga hurried to Baden's side, and grabbed his fist. "We have no idea just how terrible Echelon is! A foe like that-" "You think I'm not strong enough?" "I know you aren't experienced enough. Don't rush to your death, Baden." The blue-and-white Toa turned again, and began walking into Ta-Koro's public square. "Even if I die, it won't be for nothing. I could hurt him, I could even stop him! A Toa's duty is to protect the innocent. It seems there's a been a shortage of that recently. I need to do this." "And you're the one who will fix that?" The Turaga followed next to the Toa as they began descending one Ta-Koro avenue. "This is too sudden, Baden! You're going to be overwhelmed and killed! We don't even know if this Echelon guy is still down there! For all we know, something worse could've shown up and killed him! This Makuta could even have faked his death and is down there plotting his revenge! Or maybe it's just an empty cave down there! You might survive long enough to witness how pointless this whole endeavor is, but then get lost in that labyrinth and still never make it out! Please, Baden, listen to me when I say you should not go looking for trouble at Kini-Nui!" "A Toa should seek out evil, rather than wait for evil to make itself known. Whatever I find, I'll deal with it. Besides, no one knew we even existed, so no one will even notice my death." "Except me, who will be left alone in this world." The pair walked in silence for a minute. As they passed a bar, the Turaga spoke again. "Baden, if you're this sure of yourself, I can't stop you, but come with me for a minute. Let's sit and share a drink. A little refreshment before the road to Kini-Nui." There was a sadness in his voice, and a tone of desperation. Baden sighed, and stopped. "Okay, Ame. We'll share a drink, for your sake." The pair entered the bar, which seemed a little rustic. They picked a table by the door, and Ame went to the bar for drinks. As it turns out, hibernating in a cave for unknown centuries doesn't build any good credit to open a tab on. Ame grabbed two waters instead. On his return to the table, he noticed a group of people at the farther, shadier part of the establishment. "Ignore them, Baden. They seem like the sort of crowd best avoided," he said as he placed the glasses on the table. The two sat quietly until their drinks were as half empty as their hopes. "You're really going to go down through Kini-Nui?" "It's better than just sitting around in town. When I come back, perhaps we can collect a reward that'll help us get our own place. Maybe we could find some steady work, even." "That would be nice. We could have our own hole in the wall." "I'm going to be back, Ame. I won't leave you alone in this world." "And what if you do? How am I to live if I lose my only friend?" "You'll live." Baden took a long draw of his water. "You'll find new friends. You'll find a place to rest your head and kick up your feet. I know you're going to make it, Ame. We survived that cave, we can survive boring life in town." "I know you'll make it too! I'll ask a final time: please don't go down Kini-Nui. You can have all of that life too! You have the whole world ahead of you, please don't throw your life away over a hunch that there may be some bad guy who you may be able to defeat." Ame let his hand rest over Baden's. "I've made up my mind, Ame." Baden finished his water and stood up. "When I return from the caves and tunnels, will I see your smiling face? Or will I have only the clouds and the birds to watch for?" "You'll not only see me, but I'll give you the greatest hug there ever was." As Ame stood, members of that aforementioned crowd began to make their way out of the bar. "Let them pass," he warned Baden. They waited for them to leave the bar before they themselves exited. OOC: Interacting with Razgriz and Krayzikk's group if ya'll want. Otherwise, in your next posts just acknowledge The Toa of Lightning and Turaga of Plasma walking past you, and Baden and Ame will zoom over to Kini-Nui.

Regarding Ko-Koro: It's about to go down! Glad I got Azza out of there before the real battle starts.

IC: Azza- Ihu-Koro "Take this. Stay warm. The guards here will take care of you." The Crystal Toa handed Azza a heatstone made from the Toa's innate energy. Just a few seconds of clutching the object relieved his hands of the stinging, icy feeling that permeated through all the parts that weren't completely numb. Azza drew it close to his chest and looked back up to thank the Toa, but he had already moved on to helping the others off Destiny. Instead, several Matoran guards began attending the scene, with one wrapping his arm around Azza's sore shoulders while ushering him forward." "Come with me, this way. We'll replace that mask and find a blanket for you." This Matoran was mostly grey, with black hands and a Hau that matched them. The pair walked as fast as Azza's tired legs would allow, and soon entered a large hut. The walls had several spears and shields racked, several cots formed rows along one side of the room, and a few tables encircled a lit hearth on the other. Azza was led by the Matoran to one of the larger chests beneath a row of shields. "We have several spare Kanohi here, I'm sorry if you can't find one to your liking. Please, take a moment and find whichever one you prefer. Anything you need we'll help you with." The Matoran left the room, leaving Azza alone to sift through the Kanohi. Most of them were in various greyscale colors. Azza tried on one pink Miru then a yellow Pakari just to see how silly he looked. It felt good to have a mask again; his body was starting to heal. After several grey masks, Azza decided on a black, noble Matatu. He closed his eyes and hugged the heatstone, before a sudden feeling of coziness encased his shoulders. "Here's a blanket. Sorry if it smells a bit. I just grabbed the first one I could. I have to report to our captain now. We need to figure out how best t handle this situation. Someone should be by to debrief you. Please, feel free to rest anywhere, and don't hesitate to ask if you need something." The guard hustled out of the room, leaving Azza alone. He walked towards the hearth, but the fire and the heatstone combined were too hot too soon. "I'll watch what's happening outside,"" he thought. So Azza walked out to the porch, pressed his back against the wall, then slid down until he was sitting on the stone floor, thankful that it seemed swept of snow recently. There Azza sat, huddled in a blanket, holding a warming gem and adjusting to the feel of his new mask. Azza's legs began to let their ache be known, his shoulders and sides began to reveal their bruising, and his chest felt tired from seemingly ages of labored breathing. But finally, Azza could rest. He almost felt like falling asleep right there. Instead, he just allowed his eyes to rest in between moments of observing the villagers attending to the others who arrived via bird. Many were carefully attending to the one figure Azza didn't remember formally encountering. Some great deal was being made about the... thing on her back. And that Le-Toa seemed to be regaining consciousness from her spot on the ground. And then of course there was that Toa of Gravity whom most of all Azza owed his rescue to. "I'll have to thank him, after we're all not so banged up," he decided. The snow melted on his mask as the winds seemed to die down. A calming sensation spread throughout the Matoran's body. Azza was a survivor.

IC: Azza- The Skies Above/Ihu-Koro Azza's mind drifted into an almost slumber-state as his hands instinctively gripped the Kahu's feathers. Azza had no great fear of heights, but he had never flown before. Some circumstance for his first time soaring through the air: bruised, beaten, and nearly frozen solid from the icy Ko-Wahi atmosphere. He seemed to be running on pure adrenaline and willpower for an eternity; as bitter as the winds were, he felt relieved his ordeal was finally over. "Unless we crash, I guess." Azza was ever the realist. The dark Matoran took the time in the air to rest a bit, and reflect on his ordeal. Azza always held the belief that it's better to deal with trauma and experience sooner rather than later. As a Matoran of gravity, he understood all too well the ill-effects of carrying too much weight. He had come to Ko-Koro before all the madness. He witnessed the slaughter of innocents at the hands of those monsters who took over the city. He never made many friends, but it still racked his heart to witness so much death. Then he spent months upon months living in quite isolation, hoping the next time his door was busted in the assailants would just take his few coins or metals and not his life. He heard the battle to reclaim the Koro break out, and felt that freezing Toa-storm encase the city. Perhaps it was the time spent in meditation and inward reflection had hardened his resolve to the point of being brave enough to run for it. "I can't believe I bested those thugs in the streets," he thought when remembering the Matoran he evaded. "I think I have two disks to my name now." Azza was too afraid to let go of the bird to check. "I'm lucky so many Toa assaulted the warehouse." This peaceful flight finally allowed Azza the time to understand just how desperate his escape truly was. "I'm lucky I was saved." This humble Matoran had sprinted through the assembly of wounded evil-doers and survived a scuffle with evil Toa, though his body surely felt the effects of battle. "I need to replace my lost Kanohi, number 1." Making lists seemed to improve his productivity. "After a new mask, I should see about a new living residence." The Kahu screeched, and Azza felt the wind change direction as they descended towards the snow. "Ihu-Koro... I remember this place." Before taking up residence in Ko-Koro, Azza and visited this village- or maybe "settlement" was a better term. Even for him, the living was isolated, so he didn't stay long enough to leave an impression. "Maybe I should rest here for a time..." The bird landed, and the Le-Toa pilot slumped off with a resounding thud, her green armor in stark contrast to the snow she lay in. While Azza forced his frozen hands to let go of the bird, he saw a ragged Toa in armor made of... driftwood? Maybe he preferred the rugged, shabby look. Maybe he was a survivor of the battle, too. The Toa cried for a medic as he rushed to the aid of the Toa of Air. Azza prepared to dismount as another Toa emerged from the village, with other Ihu-Koro residents following close behind. Though his eyes seemed barely functional at this point, Azza still perceived this Toa's glassy appearance. "Crystal," he thought. "I can't remember ever meeting a Toa of that element before." "Who are all of you and what caused this to happen?" This was as good an opportunity as any. "Ko-Koro happened!" Azza had to force his voice to leave his mouth; even his throat felt weak. "There was a battle, I mean there is a battle there, right now. Many Toa are trying to take it back, even the Maru are fighting!" Azza slid off the side of the bird, but his landing lacked grace. Stumbling to his knees, the cold Matoran did his best to look the Toa in the eyes. "I was living in the city, a captive. When I heard the fighting, I made a run for it. I got caught up in the scuffle. One of the rogues even stole my Kanohi." With a tremendous effort, Azza stood back up and approached the Toa. "I hope there's spare ones here... Could you help me find one? And maybe take me somewhere warmer?" OOC: I think I'll replace my old mask with a black noble Matatu, if that gets addressed next post, jsyk. Open for interaction in Ihu-Koro, but talking with Vrill right this moment.

IC: Tyren- Fighting demonstration The Steltan stared at Tyren for a moment before drawing his arm back- just what Tyren wanted. He began summoning his powers over magnetism, and when Taurek threw his left fist towards him, Tyren concentrated his powers on the inside of the brute's arm and shoulder and back. The Turaga felt each individual gear and bolt and scrap of metal inside Taurek's body, and with magnetism, he threw it all out of whack. Nowhere near enough damage to seriously harm him- it'd all revert to normal the instant he broke his concentration. But while the Steltan was throwing his strength into the punch, the inner mechanisms within the muscles used to punch all cramped together, or some pieces stretched away from each other, or others still whirled and vibrated in place. All of this sent pain shooting from Taurek's hand clear through to his back- and Tyren saw his mock opponent's punch suffer from it. Tyren followed up with a strong exertion of his power over metals to polarize the magnetic fields within Taurek's legs. Tyren made them attracted to each other, somewhat throwing off the large warrior's balance. All in all, Tyren had completely shifted the weight and force of his opponent, resulting in a small change in the punch's trajectory, but that small change was all the Turaga needed. A simple half step back and to the side would ensure the blow would miss its mark, and hopefully Taurek was impressed enough with the subtlety of the counter attack that Tyren could be seriously considered as a temporary tag-along. OOC: working with Triple D behind the scenes so no worries about controlling other people's characters

IC: Tyren- Tesara public "Sorry. It seems with every answer I just have three more questions." Tyren began to wonder if this brute would lose his patience and end the old man's existence on a whim. Surely not, at least, not in public. "How long has it been since the Old World came crashing down? Did you have a hard time getting out? Were you alone, or did you follow the other Steltans out?" If Tyren could win this man's trust, perhaps he could help him become civilized again. "This whole New World seems full of mystery, and wonder, yet dangerous and unknown. I would benefit from someone helping me integrate back into society. Maybe you could help me? Or, more likely, maybe I could help you? I know I don't seem like much, and I probably sound a bit looney, but I promise my mind is sound. I've just been alone for too long to remember. I need some time to really become involved in the world again. I could help you. I've never been a mercenary, but I was once a Toa. Veteran of a hundred battles, even; do you think I'd still be alive if I hadn't won them all?" Being the only Toa around to protect his village, Tyren learned the importance of retreating to live and fight another day, but it wouldn't be good to make himself sound like a coward to this brute. And the fights he didn't withdraw from he did win. "You could still keep all your profits. I'd just require some food and such to live off of, and a place to sleep. I may not be as strong as you, true, but I can still hold my own in a fight. I'll prove it: take one good swing at me. Trust me, I'll be fine. Maybe this'll convince you to let me tag along for the time being. Until I can get my own thing going, at least." Tyren's Miru may have shown a smiling expression, but beneath the mask, his face showed only stone-cold confidence and eyes filled with determination.

It doesn't take too long to go back and read posts lol. Start from like page 4 and go from there. At least in Tesara, some Maxilos robots showed up and blew up the marketplace trying to kill a female Vortix named.. Silvana? She suspects they weren't sent by this pirate dude named... Xaril? And a few people are coming together to form some expedition to where an X was marked on a spot in a map.

IC: Tyren- With the mercenary "You said you're just a bounty hunter? I don't mean, just, but... you didn't say you're a Dark Hunter. They never tolerated much competition. I can assume they aren't around anymore, I guess?" Tyren was happy to be learning about this New World. "So you're in town right now, I take it you're not actively.. er, hunting, anyone? Or did you just get back from a bounty hunt? I'm not delaying you from collecting your payment, am I? If not, would you mind spending a bit more time with me? If you're not busy, that is? This whole New World seems so different than the one I knew. I thought this New World was just a desert; I never thought civilization like this could exist. I could benefit from having someone help familiarize myself with this New World. What have the people of Tesara been doing?"

IC: Tyren- Chatting in Tesara "Oh, I see. I live nowhere, I guess. Do you like it here? What goes on here? There's probably other places like Tesara, right?" Tyren shook his head to clear the dumb thoughts from his mind. "Do you think someone like me could find any purpose here? What do you do?"

IC: Tyren- Market area, Tesara Tyren slowly strode through the bustling city streets. He saw members of practically every species form his Old World intermingling with these strange new Worlders. "No toa, though," Turaga Tyren surmised. "I wonder what they're off doing." Some people he could tell were form his world, but he had only ever heard rumors of such beings, like those strong warriors with sturdy tails whose members included the mysterious leader of the Dark Hunters. "I wonder if those mercenaries are even still an organization." Even though many of these species, such as the Skakdi and the Steltans and the numerous Southern Islanders, were known to be quarrelsome in the past, it seems everyone here was living together peacefully. "How long have I been gone?" Even thought things appeared harmonious, Tyren didn't dare approach any strangers. He didn't even know what he would say. For now, he just took in the sights and sounds and smells of this new city. "You doing okay, old man?" Someone had addressed him. Tyren turned and saw a large being staring directly at him. "A Steltan," he observed. "One of the lower class... These guys were tough and strong and stubborn. I best not offend him." "Yeah, I'm okay. I've uh... I've only just arrived here. See, I've been gone for sometime. Awhile. The whole time, really." Tyren surely looked puzzled as he tried to explain his entire life story in a few words. "I'm from the Old World. You are too, I guess. I had a village then, back in the Old World, but after..." It had been so long, Tyren paused to remember events. "I remember The Makuta took control of everything. The universe itself. Not long after, something happened. He died, I guess, or was defeated. And the lights everywhere started going out. The world collapsed into itself, yet somehow I made it out. My village.. didn't." Tyren could scarcely remember they existed, let alone who they even were. All he knew was they were his friends, the ones who cared and whom he cared about. Even with such a memory as faded as this, he still felt the pain of losing them. Tyren cleared his throat and tried to continue communicating with this Steltan. "I'm sorry if this doesn't make sense. After the Old World collapsed, and I made it out, all I found was endless, barren desert. I've spent my life ever since wandering the dunes. I didn't know any of this existed." Tyren crudely waved his arms around the air. "My name is Tyren. I discovered a ship, which led me back here." It was probably for the best to omit the part about the dead pilot. "I've only just arrived, and have no clue what comes next. Well, I guess next is I ask, 'who are you?' What brings you here, to.. Tes ar a?" OOC: Just a note for the GM, that dead pilot and his apparent journey to The Nests can be a plot hook you can feel free to save for later and use for your own purposes. I intend to never figure that out myself lol.

IC: Tyren- Western Wastelands Another day of sweltering heat. Miserable heat was Tyren's sole existence now. Time itself had lost all meaning. A boring day was a good day, though, since anything else meant some Rahi attacking. So far, Tyren had been able to fend off the rare meeting between him and the wildlife. A decade or so ago, he managed to find a sickly Rahi's "den" and smashed its skull in while it slept before taking over the spot as his. It was there, beside a small spire of stone angled into the sun by some degrees, that Tyren had survived most recently. Over the years, he was even able to burrow into the rock some to allow a crawl space for him to sleep within, so his body wasn't completely exposed to any night time predator. When he was a Toa, this rock wouldn't have been much taller than him, but his smaller stature as a Turaga would benefit from this small protection from the elements. *click* Tyren unlatched his heavy box as he sat against his rock and watched the sun approach the horizon. "It's been too long.." His old hands grasped tightly around the box's only possession: a dirty Kanohi. Tyren removed his own Miru-shaped mask and laid it in the sand, the blue of the mask sharply contrasting with the sand. He slipped the other mask on. It felt much cooler, having been tucked away from the hot sun. His thoughts began to dissipate, being replaced by a singular instinct. "Serve... my... will..." Tyren sat like that until the sun had set and twilight grew. The Turaga carefully removed the strange Kanohi and carefully placed it back inside his box and locked it before reattaching his old mask. No sooner than he got comfortable again did he notice a strange sight in the sky. "A bird?!" Tyren shoved his box into his sleeping cavity before standing up and pressing his frame against his rock. "It's, a ship?!?" There was some vehicle accelerating towards the ground not too far off. Within seconds, Tyren witnessed it plummet into the sand, sending sprays of dust into the sky. Tyren immediately began throwing his hands into the ground, and after a minute he had cleared a large enough hole to force his box into. He worked the sand back above the hole beside his rock until his box was completely hidden in the earth. Then he just watched the mysterious fallen object from afar until darkness settled in. Several hours had passed from the time of the ship's crashing until Tyren began approaching it. Staff in hand, the Turaga crawled ever closer to the UFO until he was within dashing-distance of the wreckage. He had never seen anything like this before. The orange-and-black ship was relatively huge, and seemed to handle the impact well. No smoke, no fires, and only a few dents on its striped hull from what he could tell. Laying low on the ground, Tyren outstretched his hand, and with the power of magnetism felt the insides of the ship. Nothing seemed obviously broken, as far as he could tell, and there was still power currently circulating within the ship's systems. That's when Tyren noticed the pilot. There was a staunch figure laying back in the only seat on the ship. Tyren clutched his staff tightly as he sneaked up to it. When Tyren was close enough, he swung his staff as hard as he could right into the figure's head. When it collided, he used his powers over magnetism to force a strong, rebounding hit directly on it's face. The figure just slumped out of the seat. "Dead on impact," thought the Turaga. Tyren poked curiously at its neck. "It's not like me.. it's.. different.. there's no gears.." Tyren tried to used his magnetism powers to feel around the beings insides, but only found an incomplete internal system. "This thing isn't from my world. It must be a native." This was the first native Tyren had ever encountered. Whatever knowledge he might have gained form this chance encounter was a lost opportunity now. The Turaga turned his attention to the empty seat. It seemed able to fit him, so Tyren slid into position. There was a central interface console, with a few screens flashing a language at him he couldn't understand. "What now," Tyren spoke aloud. Suddenly, the entire system blinked white before reloading again in the familiar language of the Matoran. "So this thing can detect my language? Convenient. Perhaps others of my kind made it out and have become established on this barren world?" Tyren spent the better part of an hour going through the ship's settings and displays to familiarize himself with the craft. It identified itself as Sull, and was apparently an Axalra model airship, fitted for combat. He had never flown before, let alone controlled such a complex piece of machinery, but he had discovered a record of coordinates within a chart. "Spherus Magna, that's what this world is called." Tyren chuckled to himself, "It seems more like Barren Magna to me." The night was here and the cool winds were picking up. If Tyren was going to go anywhere, he had to leave now- who knows what danger lurked about while he normally slept. Tyren slowly handled the controls and got the ship to rise several feet into the air. "This pilot was heading west, it seems. Towards something he marked 'Nest.' Seeing how his course of action got him killed, I think I'll not head the same way." Tyren paused for a moment in thought. "What did cause the crash though? Am I going to crash, too?" His thoughts weren't comforting, but after centuries of meaningless existence, maybe death wasn't so bad after all. He looked down at his lonely rock, then added his current coordinates to the system's records under the name "site." Tyren looked back over his shoulder, then all round him at the featureless desert. For time unknown this had been his reality. Not anymore. The dead pilot's starting point had been somewhere called "Tesara," and Tyren would steer the ship towards the direction of those coordinates. If this ship could understand his language, perhaps the beings there would understand him, and not immediately kill him, or worse. A hopeful thought, the first in too long a time. With a firm grasp, his hands steered the ship forward, and for the first time in centuries, Tyren was on his way to see another person's face. The Sull flew most of the night and some time into the morning. Though not quite noon, it was getting there. A few hours into his journey, the barren desert had given way to a gaping, endless chasm obscured by fog and mist. A seldom screech or growl would rumble from below as Tyren kept his forward course. He had spent some time on the edge of this chasm before, years and years ago. The strangest, and usually most terrifying Rahi would sometimes emerge form its depths, and on a handful of occasions Tyren found himself fighting for his life against them. These encounters had convinced Tyren it would be better to wander into to dunes, which is where he eventually made his home under a rock. This chasm seemed to never end, which was his reality, up til now, when he spied some cliffs in the horizon. As they grew larger and more defined, he noticed other flying beings in the air as well. "Will they shoot me down into the depths?" Tyren hoped not, but what could he really do to prevent them form harming him? He kept his course, and before long, city walls rose high in front of him. He slowed his speed, and gently navigated around the walls and the other pilots in the air. The sight of civilization seemed so familiar and yet so foreign to him. He had nearly forgotten what it was like to even be around other people, let alone live in a society. He saw high towers and windowed rooms inside them, and people of all strange sorts walking around the streets, and sounds of their lives filled his head. Some figures he could identify- there, a Vortixx, Matoran over there, a Skakdi, all strangely intermingling- yet others were new to him- perhaps that one was a Toa, maybe, and those others some bulkier Turaga than him? Tyren would get his answers before long, but for now he needed to focus. He needed to land. He steered straight still, until arriving at the coordinates he had set out for. It was one of several large platforms with countless other vehicles resting on top. Tyren used all his caution in lowering the Sull into a vacant spot, accessing his powers over magnetism to further soften the landing. He saw two other ships land in the time it took him to do so, but he landed safely all the same. Tyren sat back in his seat and took a moment to collect himself. "It's been so long; I've missed so much." Tyren needed to choose a new objective. "I need to talk with someone. I need to find someone I can trust. I need to learn what's happened while I've been away." Finally, Tyren slipped out of the Sull's pilot seat, and made sure the ship was off before stepping away from it. He took a moment to look around, noticing the other beings walking about casually, then he stepped forward. And forward again, and again, until Tyren was walking in a city for the first time in centuries. OOC: Tyren, Turaga of Magnetism, is now open for interaction in Tesara. If it helps, you can take some liberty in how far/long he has been walking for you to meet him.

I totally understand that there's a lot of involvement to this arc's climax, it's just frustrating seeing this take like over a year and not much progress has happened. I'm looking forward to the main-plot changes the next arc will bring, but getting there feels like a fantasy right now. I'm trying to check back here more often, and I hope others do too. Idk if behind the scenes people need to get with each other and agree to lightning-round post interactions together or if the main GMs need to just strong arm plot happenings or what, but I hope things pick up here again; I've enjoyed being a part of things thus far.