CAPUA

IC: Toothy Bane/Haven Cove Mirax's blood was pumping and he had his sword raised high as he ran out on to the beach, prepared to fight to the death to earn his freedom, but he suddenly stopped in his tracks. “Wait what!?” He shouted to Vinathli, seemingly outraged by what she had said. He hadn’t went down his ice slide yet and luckily he hadn’t for he had heard the creature’s words. He pointed his sword to the fierce battle that was being fought on the sands, blood being spilled on it as he spoke. “You mean to tell me that you don’t even know what side I’m supposed to be on? And that you’re not even going to get involved?” He told Vinathli, confused by all of this. He then noticed the creature’s wings and although it was intriguing along with somewhat alluring, he was mystified. “What exactly are you, anyway? Truthfully.”

IC: The Docks Firion smirked. Voutok had a certain way with words and he liked that about the kid. He wanted to pound his fist as a sign of his approval, but he restrained himself as he addressed the crowd. His eyes scanned over them and it nearly broke his heart. He had seen most of these people before. During the day, they were shopkeepers, fishermen, and teachers. They were friends and they were part of the family. He had never seen them in this light, though. Their faces were dark, contorted in expressions of pain and sadness. Their eyes were the worst, though. So many things were in them, like hate and confusion. He quickly ripped his eyes away from the crowd and decided to focus on the seas outward when he prepared to speak. That way he wasn’t choked up by tears. “Brothers… sisters… This is not the way.” He told them, his voice low. “The battle will be fought one day and it will be won, but today is not that day.” “Today is a day of sadness. Today is the day in which he remembers our last memories of our late leader, the great Turaga Nokama. My heart desires blood as well, but you must remember that she wouldn’t have wanted it to be that way. She believed in justice, but she also believed in being patient. I assure you that the killer will not escape justice. Those who tread in the path of darkness will eventually be hunted down and punished by the light, but not today.” He stated. Then he turned his back on the crowd and started to walk off, “Go home. Think of your Turaga and honor her. Just don’t do it this way.”

^ I'd be in support of such a group. And we should call them the Cabal of Cruelty. And they should be led by an evil sorcerer- Oh wait.

I will also try to destroy it. Simply because building giant statues is always an invitation for some nut to go and blow it up.

IC: Ga-Koro, Heading to the Docks Firion raised an eyebrow and started to question on how the Matoran could possibly hear something from that far away. He then remembered that Voutok was a De-Matoran and that one of their natural abilities was their apparent super hearing which now that Firion had seen it up front, it was quite impressive. It was certainly more useful then his ability to swim very fast. The Ga-Matoran then took a second look at Voutok. While he had dismissed him as nothing but a plucky kid earlier, he might actually make a good soldier one day. A little more trusting now, Firion nods to his new companion and simply says, “Come with me.” As they moved, it became clear that the growing mob had taken the path to the docks. Everything was astray, stores were emptied, and it appeared that this entire block of the village had simply disappeared. Firion and Voutok knew it for it truly was. A group of angry people who were out for vengeance for the death of their beloved Turaga, they meant well but they were going to hurt someone, possibly themselves. It was crucial that the two of them could get to the docks quickly and managed to calm those people down or they could have another crisis on their hands. That was why Firion and Voutok started to sprint in the direction of the docks. Firion himself was use to this, his training in the marines had given him the proper stamina to sprint for long distances. He looked to his side and surprisingly, Voutok was keeping up. A few paces behind him, but it was still a nice showing for the rookie. It was then that they slammed into a crowd of short, angry blue Ga-Matoran wielding everything from pitch forks to fishing nets. It was clear that it in there anger, they had grabbed anything that was available. At the docks, there were several fishing boats. These fishing boats would have enough room for the Ga-Matoran. It was clear that they planned to sail across the waters of Ga-Wahi to Le-Wahi, where the killer was last seen running off into. The fools would never catch him in time, though. Especially since they weren’t even organized, just a group of distressed and lost people. Firion shook his head at what his people had been reduced to by the darkness. It was truly a shame and Firion spit. Not in disgust for his fellow kin, but in simple disrespect for the Makuta. He doubted that the omnipotent spirit of darkness truly cared about his little sign of rebellion, but it mattered too him. Firion wouldn’t stop until this war was won. He had to protect his people first, though. The only way to do that was to stop them from giving into the influence and doing something terrible. “Disperse!” He shouted into the crowd although his words were lost amongst the shrieks and cries of the Ga-Matoran. He gritted his teeth, “There are only two of us… We can do as much as we can to stall them, but with a gathering this large, we might need the rest of the marines.” He told Voutok.

Hey, I was wondering about something, Parugi. When someone is ressurected, does there body teleport and just reappear somewhere else or does it simply regenerate?

OOC: As you wish, Parugi. IC: The Sewers Veran activated his Mask of Intangibility for the tenth time today and he prepared to watch Levacius’s sword slide through his body without cutting through any of his organs. Arrogantly, he pushed himself forward and closer to the Toa’s blade, fully aware that it wouldn’t hurt him. However, his mask didn’t glow or even let out a slight hum of power. No, it remained dim. Veran didn’t realize it but he’d used his Kanohi so many times that he’d tired himself out. He no longer had the energy or mental strength to activate it quickly. So as one can imagine, Levacius’s sword went straight through his gut, puncturing one of his organs and causing it to burst from inside. Not realizing that he’d been stabbed yet, Veran let out a dastardly laugh that echoed throughout the sewers. It was then at that moment when everything got quiet. “Wait…” He felt something. That wasn’t how his mask was supposed to work. It hit him slowly and when he looked down to sees the sword covered in blood, his blood that was when he started to freak out. “No!” He gurgled, blood pouring out of his mouth and onto Levacius’s armor. “I’ve failed her! I’ve failed Demitia!” He shrieked, his arms flailing as he pulled his body out of the sword and fell on his back. There wasn’t a huge gaping hole in his abdominal area, just blood which continued to leak out. “Death… This is what it feels like…” He muttered, his eyes starting to flutter. He managed to push through the pain and the influence of death, looking over to Levacius, his eyes narrowed. “You killed me… You killed the Reaper, you Griffon.” He cursed and then his head rolled over to the side. Levacius had succeeded in his mission. The body of the insane Toa of Air simply lay there. Everyone in the sewer knew he wasn’t truly dead. He would resurrect soon, his injuries healing themselves. Still, Seraf let out a cry of shock as he looked over to see the Toa dead at the hands of Levacius. He was no longer focused on Calik, the Toa he was facing. No, his attention was on the Toa that he attempted to save. He was dead and he had failed him. Turning towards Calik, he glared and said angrily, “Hypocrites… you claim to be so noble, yet one of you takes a life so easily. I am well aware that I a murderer. I have tried to atone for my deeds in the honor of Mata-Nui. But I am finding that to be increasingly difficult…” He said teeth grinding as he spoke these words, his fists trembling. Slowly, just as the Toa of Fire had built up his own elemental energy, Seraf did the same. Shadow gathered around his body and then he released all of his elemental energy into the sewers. Darkness blanketed the entire room, swallowing every hint of light. Seraf then activated his Kanohi and when the light returned to the room… Seraf and the body of Veran were gone.

IC: Mirax paused for a second. His eyes scanned the fighting below which had now gotten even greater. Cyclones brew and elemental energy was being tossed around without a concern. It was truly a hard fought battle and neither side seemed to want to retreat or surrender. Perhaps they really were fighting for freedom. It was suicide to go up against the Shepherds, though. “A noble endeavor… If I could slit the throats of the Shepherds myself, I would gladly do so. They will not win this fight, though.” He said critically, observing every motion, every moment. “They are tired.” He then turned and slowly started to walk towards the edge of the cave until he was peering down into the beach itself. It was a high drop from where he was standing and the wind breezed past him. “However, I’ll be if I don’t fight alongside them!” He declared and then in a dramatic motion, Mirax slammed his fist into the cave floor. Ice energy pumped out of it, creating a giant slide of ice, a walkway. When it finally ended, it stopped at the beach itself. “Creature, point me in whatever direction and I will assist.” Mirax growled angrily, unsheathing his two swords.

IC: “Mata Magna? What a bizarre place…” Kilayox muttered underneath her breath as Ena and her team observed her. “I didn’t mean to be at these mines. I suppose that’s simply where the Great Spirit wanted me to be. I awakened from my sleep in the chambers below and when I was confused, I unleashed a wave of water which soon turned into the very flood that you came here to check on.” She explained confidently. Then her eyes rolled over to the downed Matoran and Agori. “It is of no true concern to you. I am a fellow Toa after all and I will… assist the bottom feeders.” She told Ena reluctantly.

Personally I applaud the idea of Embok being the new Gluttony, kudos to whoever thought it was a good idea. Like Tyler said, the intepretation of Gluttony as a big, giant, hungry, and ignorant brute has kind of run it's course, both in this RP and in the media in general. I'll be looking forward to seeing how Embok will be portrayed from now on...

IC: The Mines “I am Kilayox, Toa of Water! Kilayox the Merciless! Slayer of a hundred beasts and men!” She boasted proudly, slamming her fist into her chest. “It is an honor to meet you, Toa Ena, especially since you are a fellow lady warrior like me. But I must ask… What is Olford? I have never heard of this island before…” She asked intrigued by this name, since it was a new concept like most of the stuff she’d learned about today. She then eyed the rifles, recognizing the tight grip on them. She looked over to Ena, who also held her bow tightly. As a warrior, Kilayox noticed things like this all the time. When someone was preparing to attack, they would grip their weapon anxiously, waiting for the first move to be done so that they could defend themselves. She looked to Aervak who tried to explain everything to the team of Toa. Kilayox held up a hand and confidently said, “Let me do the talking, iron soldier. These are after all, my kind of people.” Looking over to Ena and her squad, she says, “You can relax your weapons. The robot is no threat to us.”

IC: The Sewers Veran cursed inside his bloody head. This guy never could stay down long could he? As he attempted to attack him with the sword again, Veran moves with his scythe to block it. When he had knocked him back the first time, the scythe was able to be released from Levacius’s block. He caught Levacius’s lower attack by simply holding his scythe in an upside down position. Gritting his teeth, he pressed through and pushed the sword, along with Levacius off him. He then narrowed his eyes and shot forward, wildly swinging at his head.

IC: Ga-Koro “Pleasure doing business with you,” Firion told the Vortixx politely as the two dismissed each other. To think, when he had first seen him, he had regarded the Vortixx with suspicion. While he was still somewhat shady, Lenat was quickly proving his usefulness. He wasn’t exactly selfish either. Firion planned to share his toys and if the crossbow was satisfying enough, he’d try and get a deal for all of the marines. He smirked, quickly reminding himself that he was getting ahead. He also remembered that he had a De-Matoran to help assist him with managing the crowd. Turning his attention to the De-Matoran, he offered a hand and gave the Matoran a firm handshake. “Voutok, my name is Firion. Hopefully we can get this done quickly. It’s somewhat boring, but you’ll get more experience eventually.” The two Matoran left out of the shade of the alley and back into the plaza. Firion’s eyes narrowed as he saw that it was pretty empty besides a few Matoran stragglers who were slowly making their way back home. “Never mind… There might not be any crowd control to even do.” He told Voutok who seemed to be slightly disappointed by all of this. Firion’s eyes scanned the area and then he looked to the east. He could smoke climbing up into the sky. That meant fire. He doubted that an actual fire had been created so it could only mean one thing. Torches. And where there were torches, there was always a mob. “All right. Let’s move to the docks.” He told Voutok, leaving out the fact that they were heading straight towards a mob of vengeful and bloodthirsty Ga-Matoran. His mask was in an expression of grimace, so Voutok was able to realize that something wasn’t entirely right.

OOC: Yeah, I’m incredibly tired from school. I’ll still try to post daily, though. IC: The Sewers Veran had no time to focus on phasing again, although it would’ve been incredibly useful when his shoulder was about to be hacked into by a cold, steel blade. However, it didn’t take much focus or concentration to unleash his element in its most basic form. A blast of air pushed out of his body before Levacius could cut into his shoulder, racing towards his body to knock Levacius backwards.

IC: Haven Cove/Toothy Bane Mirax nearly jumped as he heard a cool female voice, barely audible above him. He also nearly released another blast of blizzard, but as he cooled his nerves, he managed to power down his elemental energy for the time being. Needless to say, Mirax did not like surprises, especially not on an island filled with death and constant fighting. While he could not see the being who was speaking, he did know of their location. Above him based on how he was hearing everything. Gritting his teeth, he begins to start building up more elemental energy. He intended to blast whoever was on top of the cave off the roof. While he gathered his energy, he also attempted to stall. “It doesn’t matter. The reason is always the same. Survival.” He told the voice bluntly.

I'd be interested in such a group, Basilisk.

IC: The Mines Just as they were preparing to leave the mines, the elevator that would take them to the surface was lowered and out stepped six Toa who quickly started to survey the scene. They did not notice Aervak and Kilayox initially for the two of them stood a bit farther back from the entrance and they had slid over to the side when the lift lowered. Kilayox’s blue eyes widened as she saw Toa… Fellow Toa! She had thought that all she would ever run into would be Matoran and Agori, but now there were Toa here. They stood tall and powerful causing Kilayox to smirk. It appeared that unlike the rest of the world, Toa hadn’t gone mad yet. While the robot had agreed to guide her to the Skrall warriors, she had no real use for him anymore now that other Toa had arrived. She would return to her kind, where she was supposed to be. Smirking, Kilayox stepped out from behind the rocks that they’d been hiding behind. “My brothers and sisters, I am over here!” She shouted, waving over to the team of Toa. “By this mechanical entity!”

I will have my response up tomorrow, Levacius and Emissary. Ran out of time in the day, but I have not forgotten about the battle!

IC: The Mines “Then show me the way, tin man.” She told Kilayox, pushing the robotic suit with a surprising amount of force. It was enough to make him turn in the direction of the door. Kilayox grinned and held own tightly to her trident. Sure, she had plenty of questions and was confused on the world’s current status, but cracking open a few skulls always got her in a good mood and helped her focus her energies. IC: Thugs En Route to Olford Four Toa in black suits sat in the back of a Mata Magna transportation vehicle, arguing about the most trivial thing. “So, if this Toa is prehistoric like the boys in the does that make her some kind of Cave Toa?” One of the Toa asked and as he did, he played with the gun in his hand. It was fully loaded and even as he twirled in his hand, none of the other men flinched. He was just that good with the pistol that he had being somewhat of a sharpshooter after all. “I’m not exactly sure that Cave Toa would be the correct terminology, though. Perhaps barbarian Toa?” A Toa of Air suggested, staring out of the window as he spoke. The vehicle passed by the desert moving rather quickly like a blur. They’d be arriving in Olford in about thirty minutes by his calculation, maybe even earlier if the driver really put his foot on the pedal. Reminding himself of that, the Toa of the Air shouts to the front, “Could you hurry up? I’ve got a date tonight and I want to get this done quickly so the boss doesn’t have my head on his wall.” The Onu-Matoran chauffeur simply grunted something in reply, which was apparently a yes for the vehicle started to rapidly gain speed, hitting several bumps. The gun flew out of the other Toa’s hand and was caught by the Toa of Air before it blew someone’s kneecaps out. “Be more careful with that,” He said, tossing it back to him. “Now back to the argument… Cave Toa or Barbarian Toa?” “Cave Toa.” “Cave Toa.” The other two Toa responded causing him to snap his fingers. “Karz! Barbarian Toa sounds better then Cave Toa…” “Cave Toa just flows better in my head, though…” A Toa of Lightning responded, rubbing his fingers together. “But Barbarian Toa sounds more vicious!” “True.” And thus, the argument started all over again between the four thugs. The Onu-Matoran driver rolled his eyes and just decided to focus on the drive to Olford. Ironically, these were the best of Korindal’s assassins. He wouldn’t just send a bunch of two-bit criminals after a Toa like this. Korindal had anticipated that she’d be incredibly powerful so he sent the ones he knew had experience going against powerful enemies. These men hit quick and hard when they actually focused on the job and they rarely left any survivors. While he didn’t know the Toa they were going to assassinate, he did feel incredibly bad for whoever it was. But even he had to admit… Cave Toa just sounds better.

Tyler, I'm assuming you're a fan of the Buffyverse?

^ Rojonal isn't associated with you warrior-class grunts. He is elite.

The Believer Name: Rojonal Gender: Male Species: Skrall Kanohi: N/A Appearance: Rojonal is an elite class Skrall, not something that he really cares to brag about. Despite his apparent elite nature, Rojonal looks like nothing more then a wizened old man. Due to his extremely old age, Rojonal is shorter then most of his species and in much worse shape. His armor is battered and scratched from years of combat when he was a warrior but it is still clearly black and gray. Now he has rather large hunch in his back and is no longer the proud Skrall he used to be, he even needs a cane to walk. A gray beard has also grown on his face somehow. He normally wears silver robes over his body to hide how bruised his armor is. Like the rest of his people, he has dark red eyes, but they only show compassion and years of experience. Powers: N/A Weapons: As an advocate for peace amongst species, Rojonal doesn’t believe in carrying weapons. Still, he often comically whacks arrogant young people on the head with his old wooden cane so it could be considered somewhat of a weapon. He also has a pair of lethal weapons that no one truly knows about. His fists. Rojonal was quite the fighter in the arena back in the day, something most people forget. He often had to fight unarmed too, so his fists pack quite the amount of power behind them despite his age. However, he will only use them if someone were too assault him or try to do him harm. Abilities: A ridiculously spry old man, Rojonal has the speed and reflexes of a young man in an old person’s body. He can leap in the air over his enemy’s head with relative ease and even outrun most people. He also shares his species’ tremendous strength and he can still hold his own against some of the weaker Glatorians. His greatest ability is his intelligence, though. Having been around for as long as he has been, Rojonal is ridiculously wise, almost to the point of a Turaga. He’ll often offer advice to those who would hear it and he’s also rather knowledgeable about battle tactics since he’s fought in a number of wars from time to time. Weaknesses: Even with his athleticism still intact, Rojonal does have an old man’s body. He is rather frail and can only take so many hits before he will be unable to move. Occupations: Leader of the Central City Equality Guild Personality: Rojonal is a peaceful old man who rarely behaves like most expect a Skrall would. He doesn’t support violence, despite being a former warrior himself. He is against violence though and believes in peaceful protest because he realizes that the people of the world must learn to trust and accept the Skralls, along with the other outcast races. To do so, he has laid down all arms and simply uses words. A talented speaker, Rojonal seemingly knows the exact words that will get the people roused up about something. He’s also somewhat of a practical joker, never taking much serious or getting worked up about anything. Once you get to know him, he’s quite the cool old guy. Still, he is very serious about his beliefs and rights. He will work until he dies to make sure that every species in Central City is truly equal. History: Rojonal was an elite-class Skrall who earned his name after conquering several villages for the Skrall leader, Tuma. A feared warrior back in his hay day, Rojonal saw bloodshed and suffering for many years. When he first started, he relished it. He loved the feel of killing an enemy in battle or conquering another village. But after thousands of years, you eventually get tired of it. Rojonal was not immune to the effects of time and slowly his heart became weary. He realized that the conquering and war would never truly stop until the Skrall were defeated. He also believed greatly in honor and loyalty, though. He would not betray his people. So he continued to fight in the name of Skrall until the day came that the Skrall were finally defeated. Realizing that they had lost, Rojonal simply surrendered to the enemy. The rest of the Skrall did the same like he did, or they fought until their last breathes like the warrior Stronius. Imprisoned for war crimes, Rojonal had many years to think about his past and what he wanted to do when he was finally released from prison. The time would come and Rojonal set out into the new world. He had entered prison as a younger man, but he left it as an older fellow, but he was wiser. However, his attempts at burying the past between him and the Agori people were met by persecution and discrimination. There was no place in the city for a Skrall like himself. Instead of leaving though, he simply watched and tried his best to stay quiet. He saw injustice was not just applied to the Skrall, no, other races suffered like the Skakdi or beings of shadow. He could no longer simply stand by after he witnessed some of the brutal beatings and hate being tossed at these people. He gathered them all of them and formed a community. Made of a myriad of abused and outcast species, Rojonal organized them into something the city could not defend against. Not an army, but a peaceful protest group who would fight for their civil rights, not with swords, but with words. And thus, the Central City Equality Guild was born.

Cool. I think I'll start a movement for civil rights for Skrall and Toa of Shadow in the city.

^ Would it be possible to make Skrall who lived in the city and wanted nothing to do with the rest of his people? Or are Skrall banned from all of the cities?