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IC: [Septimus]"OM NOM NOM NOM NOM," said Septimus as he chewed loudly on his food, having discarded his table manners a few seconds before.However, even though he was now ruder in his eating habits, the Plasma Matoran was not spreading any crumbs onto the table, but he was annoying some of the other customers in the restaurant, so it was inevitable for someone to come and try to hit him. A skakdi in fact, which meant he was possibly doomed."Oh dear," he muttered, looking up at the grinning being, whose shadow loomed over him.

Ooc: I'm assuming this is an NPC and is a cool time for me to step in.Ic: Cersei was finished with her plate and was just relaxing when the Pa-Matoran entrusted to her started acting like the hyper midget he was (to her). He gobbled and chewed noisily, and since this was not a shady establishment that had rules to abide, even the most wretched ones were betting annoyed. Even the Skakdi. One of the kind stepped up and looked down at Septimus, his grin of iniquity smothering any smile the matoran had, clearly frightened. In response, Cersei reached over and placed her hand on the Skakdi's shoulder. "Now now, this one's not yours to criticize," she said.The beast spun his head and glared at her. "Shut up, dog. This isn't your beeswax, either." The insult barely reflected off the Vortixx's shiny metal face."Au contraire." *shink!* The blades on her gauntlets sprung out and dug themselves into the Skakdi's shoulder, piercing his armor and slicing at the soft flesh underneath. Blood poured out from under his plates, but Cersei held on. "Now don't be stupid. This is hardly the time for stupidity, yes?" she cooed. The Skakdi couldn't decide to look frightened or enraged, instead just frozen, staring at Cersei's eyes."I'll gut you and fillet you like a fish!" he finally barked."Let's go on a walk, shall we?" she said, shoving him towards the door, hand still embedded in his shoulder blades. "I like the way you think, and I also think you gave me an idea..." she said, her voice trailing off as she exited the establishment. Within seconds of the two disappearing, the Skakdi's screams could be heard from around the corner outside, loud and clear as a bell. He wailed for a moment, but then he went silent. A pin could be heard dropping in that lobby.At last, Cersei stepped through the doors and stepped up to the bar counter, both hands crimson. She calmly wiped her fingers clean with a towel the tender handed to her nonchalantly.Finally, she bent down to Septimus. "Let's keep the noise down, shall we?" she said with a slight wink. And then she got back to her drink.

Ok, 2x. That sounds more reasonable...now who should I talk to about this?

Have you read Nuju Metru's post here? PM him if you have questions or want to get anything approved.

Can we just have a cool game in an awesome setting and enjoy it for what its worth? Screw making Matoran lives better with machines or try and raise the Koro into first world status, let's just immerse ourselves in the lore and mystery we indulged ourselves in in the first three years of Bionicle. Play on, play well. This ain't Sims or Civilization, this is a text based role playing game and let's take it for what it's worth.

IC(Kav'den)

"Karz!" curses the Toa as he loads in another metal disk and fires it toward the being before throwing his launcher to the ground. He grabs his second ice pick and stands his ground, activating his Kanohi Hau.-Mef Man

Ooc: Oh, they're metal? Odd. Throwing disks on Mata Nui are made of bamboo.Ic: Senegal played the same trick again, snatching the disk midair. But when Kav'Den threw the launcher down, Senegal didn't, instead hurtling the plate right back at the Toa of Ice who shot it at him.While he did that, however, he quickly closed the gap between the two fighters. So Kav'Den had a choice: slammed by his own weapon or battered by his adversary. The audience eagerly wanted to find out which was going to be chosen.

Ic: In an amazing demonstration of Calix-aided reflex, Senegal conjured a metal glove around his hand and intercepted the disk with it. As if playing a game of frisbee, the Toa of Iron caught the wooden plate effortlessly and quickly crunched it to pieces. Fights were won by strength! Not shameful hitting and running!Aiming to cut the distance and relieve his opponent of his toy, he charged. But it wasn't the pathetic mad rush of a screeching bull, rather a calculated movement of his mass with deadly balance and precision. Even at his most bestial moments, Senegal stayed classy.

Ic: "Ha," Senegal snarled. "You're the one with the toys," he pointed out, nodding at the launcher and disks; "you're one to talk." But just as Kav'Den was thinking of a retort, Senegal pounced. With a lightning-quick snap, he doled out a solid chop that would strike squarely at the Toa of Ice's shoulder and shatter the armor there.

I'll get to yours. Honestly, it's mainly the fact that it's in two posts and I feel pretty lazy about reading it all in one sitting. XP But I'll read it soon!

The ring does take wagers of slaves and body parts.

Pardon me for being slightly on the narcissistic side, but I would adore it of I could have more reviews for my entry, Epoch of Despair. If you review mine, I'll do my best to read and review yours!(Fancy that, a COT RPG Judge reading entries and not having to pass judgement on them!)

Sounds to me like such a post would be best as a private message! Tsk tsk, and you're an experienced player, too! :PAlso, the fight in Le-Wahi is going on. If anyone wants to participate or just stand by and bet, feel free to hop in and let me know!

Ooc: Technically, Mef has been waiting the longest, and I apologize to him for taking this long. Suffice to say, he goes first. That's out of character, though. First, a little more fun.Ic: "Who will take the stage first?" the announcer went on. "The first challenger to Senegallllll issss... Ahh, yes. From Ta-Koro's fiery fountains, the prince of lava plumes swoops in to steal the prize! First up: Aldice!"A moderately strong built man climbed to the stage, eagerly flexing his muscles and wooing the audience. He jumped up and down, as if trying to flash something he didn't have, but despite the clamoring for him, few bets were being placed.True fact: being the first one to challenge Senegal wasn't a place of luck.*WHAMMMM* Senegal struck at Aldice with iron grips, thrusting his fists deep into is armor. Aldice was a tough man and resisted cries of pain, instead athletically twisting himself from Senegal's lock and retaliating with a powerful kick.Bad move. Second true fact: kicks were worthless against Senegal. Without even trying, he caught the swinging appendage and crudely twisted it, and Aldice crumbled down after it. He got up, but Senegal battered him down again. Prideful, like all firespitters, Aldice lunged himself one final time at Senegal but was smitten before he had a chance.True fact number three: There was one fight that Senegal participated in that the first challenger won.Number four: Senegal was the first challenger."Next up! From the cold slopes of Ko-Wahi, I present to you: Kaaaav'Deeeennnnn!"

You're still a whippersnapper.Good day.

Ic: There were toa and matoran alike in the bleachers and benches and branches around the fighting arena, all cheering. Their shapes and colors danced as they waved banners and their arms back and forth, making the rainbows of their kind quiver like a shivering Ta-Matoran on top of Mt. Ihu. Skakdi were there, too, their own calls easily detectable among the rest of the yells, whooping and hollering like cockatoos in a chocolate factory. The sound of the arriving visitors could not be heard over the collective cheers. It was a big crowd."This is the arena," Jasper said. "The arrangements have been made. You'll be called upon when it's your turn, so for now, sit where you'd like. And good luck," the mysterious man said before disappearing."Lllladies and gentlemennnnn..." the announcer's voice rang out over the noise of the attendees. "It brings me greeeat pleasure to welcome you to this, the fighting circle! You have come from corners of our island, and some from outside, to witness the fights which shall commence today! Representatives from all the koro and beyond are here to do battle with each other, but most importantly...!"The crowd went even wilder at the tease. Testament to Senegal's fame, members of the audience began shouting his name. "Se-ne-gal! Se-ne-gal!" they shouted. The announcer gestured for them to let him finish, but to no avail. They wanted to see their champion now. He decided to just speak."Ladies and gentlemen, you call him the Brutal Bard. With armor forged from the bones of a thousand Rahkshi and muscles toned from daytrips fighting manas, rusted and pitted from his hundreds of battles and countless swims around our own island, he has stared down death itself! and wrote a poem the same day. With the resolve of ten thousand mountains, he stands against you and makes you wish you had no soullllll... Here he is, the man himself: SENEGALLLLLLL!"The announcer stepped aside and produced the Toa of Iron from thin air, the thickly armored and muscled fighter pouncing the stage like a caged Kane-Ra. The crowd cracked their yells decibels louder, their expectations satisfied -- for now. They saw their champion. Now it was time fro the bloodshed. Brokers stepped up and into the lines of the audience, collecting wagers and bets from them, and even from the center of the ring, Senegal could hear the chime of widgets gushing forth, the ringing cacophony assaulting his ears more than the yelling of the crowd. He looked around, trying to see he challengers he was expecting, straining his eyes to see those who looked most rugged and stern. He saw a few and nodded at them. A few nodded back, but most of he rest just stared at him like predators looking for weaknesses.

I'd rather have everyone be a teacher in one thing only, so having one character doing three things isn't what I think would be best. More people teaching specific things = more people who can be taught and more people can get help.

NPCs are generally defined as either canon characters played by staff or non-recurring characters who follow a player character on adventures (or misadventures). Most people either don't have NPCs following them or just have one or two unnamed servants, like I do, so it's typically a non issue.

A better question is why wouldn't they be teaching? The whole point is to make better toa, but being a toa is more than shooting finer beams of fire and jumping higher, it's about the right morals and skills to see you and your companions through at the end of the day.Edit: Aye, Bulik, you're right. But that's an ancient scroll made by... whoever made it. XD It's not exactly common knowledge or practice to make paper.

Don't get me wrong; I'm cool with teachers and "professors," but not in a grand building, thus a monastery. A librarian, a weaponsmaster, a scientist, a elemental master, a painter -- these are wonderful and would be great additions, but we also know what happens when a base gets too big or an group too powerful.

Who said it has to be books? Plus, paper was never mentioned and doesn't exist in Bionicle canon, soooo... I've always considered literature to be carved on stone tablets. No worries about it freezing or burning there! But I'd be wary with having anything like a university, temple complex or similar. We need to keep things toned down, and a monastery does exactly that!

If an army of toa of fire were burning stuff in the monastery, there would be no monastery.But again, why would we need central heating, anyway?

Monasteries can have libraries, but a library itself seems dull. And Nitro, I really don't think a lack of heating has ever been a problem in this game.

I'll get to you, Kughs.

An Academy for training people? Sounds like The Academy from a couple years ago.

I believe that was a highly powerful and influential institution; this would be more like a school or college.

Correct. I think a monastery of some sort is more suitable for this game. More primitive and informal.

Ow. If that wasn't a slap to my ego...But seriously. It's too soon to make any kind of presumption about who will win or how much support anyone actually has. So I guess we'll see how things turn out.

You have an ego? *slap slap slap*All that is certain is that there will be three winners, and we can hope we are among those three.

Right now I'm leaning Techna, Epoch of Despair and whatever Captain / Lloyd have up their sleeve.And my own of course, but if I get knocked out those are the ones I'm going for.

Cap/Lloyd's entry is what I'm looking forward to seeing. Not scared of it because it's a fantastic game that I am sure to play myself, and no matter what, great games will win.

No DR? D:but... but... we're so close to finishing... Just one more season. Then you can all enter your RPGs and win.

Meh, time for something new. I could argue both ways here, but illinstead pull a logos and point that yourfanbase isn't the same that it was all those months ago. And really, your series wins were based largely on fanbase support. It's a new era with new rules, but I wish you luck just the same.

Right, my favourites are Techna, Dreamland and that thing with the Bay of Hodor.-Dovydas

Epoch of Despair, thank you very much.

He has his uses, but I still need Tuck. look at me, talking about the game staff asvuf they were cosmetic toys! Teeheehee. The news post is in the first page of the rules topic.

Unfortunately, Zee ain't the staff member I'm looking for.