Wyrd Bid Ful Araed

Yeah sorry but I'm not going to approve a whole second body for someone. Even though it does come with the various problems Click and Johnrahk laid out, I'm going to have to stick with your having one armour per kraata

IC: [Hollis - Sota Coliseum] Well that hadn't worked quite as well as he'd hoped. But at least the turtle seemed a little more capable of holding her own than he'd given her credit for. Still, something needed to be done about that Skakdi, he was clearly not going to back down. Needed to show types like that who was boss. Hollis delved into the powers of his Faxon once again, but didn't go with the sonic roars of a Kikanalo this time. Instead? The creatures known as Catapult Scorpions. Hollis held his hands far from his sides as balls of magma materialised in them. The Scorpion power was protecting his hands themselves from the heat, he wasn't so sure how it would handle the rest of his body. And it would do nothing at all for his robes. Or, of course, the Skakdi. He flung the orbs of lava towards Thak. If he were a Catapult Scorpion those projectiles would have hardened to rock, and hit with enough force to punch through most armour. Sandly hollis was lacking the size and strength of one of those enormous arthropods so his throws had much less potency behind them. His shots hit the ground around Thak, scattering the earth with burning embers and red hot shards of gravel as the half-cooled blobs of magma burst apart upon impact. It was no kill shot, but the Skakdi had better start watching where he put his feet... IC: [Olari - Muaka's Den] "We've tried force and that hasn't worked. But intelligence gives us a few more options. I've got Zakaro seeing if we can simply go round the field by tunnelling under it, perhaps we might be able to find another route through it..." Olari looked to Virse, "Can you make sand pour from the sky? I want to know if this forcefield runs just through the walls or if it extends past the building. If it has a shape, it might direct us to a power source." Even now thats what Olari was doing. She knew full well you couldn't get this kind of energy field running without a lot of power keeping it going. Toa had elemental energy, Bionifight had the vast machineries in its underlayers, skyblasters drew from their environment and so on. You couldn't just magic something up from nothing. Even if the cultists had some arcane or sorcerous means of creating this defence you still had to fuel that somehow. She was x-ray scanning the extensive hallways of the Den looking for anything that might be a generator. If she could wreck that, they were in IC: [Venga - Engineering] Leaving Venix to get whatever gun related stuff she might need, Venga just grabbed food supplies and started heading back to the meeting point. By the time he rejoined Kopen and Miril, his armour had completed its colour change reaction. What was once black was now white, what was once purple was now pink. Given his mis-matched patchwork colour scheme and general hunched, hooked posture he looked for all the world like a giant candy cane...

Yeah thats fine. Clearer for others to understand than just saying any vague old forge or warehouse

There will be usable weapons left around, but if you could make it obvious that you've grabbed one either by PM or by putting my name in bold in the post or something so I can take a look. If you grab something I think you shouldn't have or need you to be clearer on I'll say so

IC: [Venga - Hallways] The Rahkshi saluted at Miril's command, already wondering what he might need to take. In terms of equipment he was still prepared from his scouting trip, but food rations might be a good idea. "Venix, you in need of ammunition? Might be worth stocking up, this will inevitably be dangerous." IC: [Olari - Muaka's Den] "I favour the second of those options," Olari said, "I can see a large tunnel network under the ground here. It may be that they do not have the same impenetrable defence as the more exposed outer walls. Burrowing through them may represent a greater chance of success than trying to batter through a forcefield that, a far as we know, has been deliberately designed to stand against people trying to batter through it." She lifted herself into the air again. Trying to keep out the way as Zakaro got to work boring them a route to the labyrinth below IC: [Hollis - Sota Coliseum] Well that dastard of a Skakdi had managed to overcome the magnetic Toa and was now picking on some poor helpless turtle! This would not do! "You will have to excuse me," he said to Therex, stomping past the Glatorian and marching a little closer to Thak. "I say, you there! Pick on someone your own weight class!" He started firing blast after blast of laser bursts from his hands at the Skakdi. Individually none was particularly powerful, but all together, especially intertwined with his strange electrical properties? Well, they might just be the fireflyer stings that could bring down the kikanalo. That kind of accumulated pain and injury would be hard to shrug off

IC: As the students formed themselves into teams, Gorast turned her attentions across the water. Her diamond eyes were focused on the Nynrah mainland and her hands were making circling gestures in front of her. Slowly but surely the students started to notice the wind picking up. The air becoming oppressively close and humid. Gorast was doing something to the air, bring gales and altering pressures... She was summoning up a storm. A big one too by the feel of it. Something bordering on being a full-blown hurricane... "From what I have read of reports, this school neighbours a Matoran village, this Phantom-on-the-Water. Even in the early days it supplied you students with contraband, as both tools and dangerous weaponry. And eventually what relationship that settlement had with Corpus Rahkshi soured before disintegrating completely. The Matoran there have become your enemies, doing everything in their power to attack and hurt you. There have even been deaths. Well you are in luck, for today that enmity comes to an end. Because Phantom-on-the-Water has presented the Brotherhood of Makuta with a threat that we cannot let stand. Which means we cannot let the village stand either." The storm had really grown while she had been speaking. The sky was filled with black clouds, thick and angry and lit from within with flashes of lightning. "I will provide cover and an opening with an initial bombardment. Then the team on the right will move in. Rampage through the settlement, destroy or slaughter anything you come across. Grim, I am trusting in your judgement to make sure even the foundations of the place take a beating. Left team you are to move in and take the perimeter. Anyone tries fleeing you are responsible for capturing them. Or just killing them outright. I'm not picky. Now, everyone airborne! And I mean now!" Her wings beat so fast they became almost invisible, an imperceptible blur and whirr of noise as they hoisted her upwards. The hexagons of her insect eyes focused on the distant sight of Phantom, zooming in so she could get a clear view on the garrison guarding the shore-line. And when she had a good enough view that she could make out every joint of the guards' armour... Lighting bolts lanced from the sky, one for each Matoran. One of them must have been carrying a cordak because their entire camp was engulfed in a blossom of white fire as something exploded. The reek of ozone from the bolts didn;t quite cover up the stench of burning flesh and melting metal. More lighting spat from the clouds above, striking at watchtowers and weapon caches, raking fingers that swatted at anything the Matoran might have used to properly defend themselves. "Perimeter team move in, make sure no-one escapes!" Gorast was barking orders from the middle of her windstream, the gales twisted her words into shrieks. "Attack team launch primary assault, leave nothing standing!"

IC: Gorast smiled as Grim knelt before her, teeth gleaming and a sheen appearing on her bulging eyes. "Happenstance and serendipity bring me here. I was on my to Visorak, to bring the hordes there back under the leash and whip but then I learned of the situation here and couldn't resist getting in on one of Icarax's ideas to...settle a few uneven scores. It shouldn't take too long so I'm afraid this is only a flying visit. But while I am here I have decided to use you as my representative and captain in the field, as one of my most dedicated and reliable servants." The lenses of her eyes seemed to squirm and rotate, as though looking for something. Seeking out the Trinity brothers perhaps, hoping to see if her obvious favouritism was having an effect. She was marching through the school until she reached the Causeway, standing before it to make an announcement as Tridax had many times before. "Listen up, maggots! I'm only saying this once! Those of you with heavy offensive powers, fragmentation, molecular disruption, plasma, anything else that reduces what stands before you to rubble, I want you on the right! Those of you with more...restrained powers, I want you on the left!" She looked over at grim once more, "You are to go with the team on the right for this. You will lead them."

"Something to do" would also be a good to consider. You just give players a big sandbox (literally, in this case) and expect them to do all the work for you then nothing's going to happen as they get bored of having no story. Got to have some form of hook or draw

Bit cliched, but approved

IC: [Turbo Vixen - Bionifight Exterior] "There's supposed to be some big thing in the mountain bit," Turbo offered, "Not heard much about it. Some sort of arena thing, bit like we have I think. But smaller. Not sure what its used for but could be worth a look for someone out to prove his integrity hint hint." IC: [Venga - Hallways] Hopefully the light Toa wasn't going to take that personally. She had said she was happy but Venga thought her voice sounded...sulky, almost. "Hey, we're a team as far as I'm concerned. Watching out for each other is what we're supposed to do."

IC: I need to catch up on current events. Icarax's burning eyes cast armour-piercing glares at the ever-increasing crowd of students, before throwing a glance towards Gorast. Distract them. Gorast grinned and clapped her hands together. "Alright students. I had planned this as an outing for my spawn alone, but I guess we can make it a trip for everyone. Lets call it...a Sport's Days. Lots of fun for all! Gather at the Causeway and bring your friends!"

Kaboom is approved

Given that its partially down to Illusive's efforts to destabilise the school that have caused the BoMs lack of confidence in Tridax I'd go with either "pleasure" or "guilt"

IC: Too slow Mutant. Should have heeded Flabbergaster's warnings. Despite the size of the albino he was forcefully thrown aside, slamming into the nearest wall by some gravitational warping, hitting the living rock with enough power to send cracks spiralling out from around his impact. That was probably Gorast's doing. She had a bit of a thing for slamming people into masonry ever since it had been done to her by some upstart nobody on Stelt. With Mutant out the way, Flabbergaster was free to lead them to Tridax's office. They built up quite the following as they moved. Tridax was rarely seen enough that Makuta were an unusual sight in the halls of Corpus Rahkshi. Two was unheard of. Upon reaching the Headmaster's office the Porters keeping watch over it did about as well as Mutant at halting the guests, the pair of warriors sweeping them aside like crumpled paper off a desk. The door opened at a single push from Icarax, fragments of splintered wood flying in the air suggesting the lock had been broken right out of its sockets. Tridax. We will talk. The Headmaster looked up from his current task, investigating the mind of Vitesse. He had been scouring her memories for all he could about the Matoran 'saboteurs'. A scowl darkened his face as he thought over the reasons that might have brought Icarax and Gorast here and found none of them to his liking. "And just what, might I ask, is this about?" Your repeated failures. The Brotherhood is...displeased. Change is to be wrought to try and improve things. "Failures! I have governed this facility as best I can given I have an army of destructive children to try and keep occupied! And half of those are freaks sent my way because the rest of you have no idea what do with them!" The gathered students noticed Tridax grimaced every time Icarax spoke. The warlord was imposing, yes, but Tridax was no lightweight and his ego had proven a mighty buffer against most threats. It was unlike him to quail away from- You say you have not failed. I say you have not succeeded and I see that as the same thing. You have not yet produced even one shadow kraata from the new breed, and have foolishly wasted several of their lives. What did you hope to accomplish sending them to Visorak? At this point, the brighter students started to catch on when they noticed Icarax's mouth wasn't moving with his speech. He didn't seem to even have a mouth at all. Which meant he wasn't speaking, he was using telepathy. Of such volume and range that every one around could hear. It must have been deafening for Tridax. "I took precautions. Besides, if you want to talk about Visorak ask her why there're still hordes running loose ten years on from their mutiny!" He pointed an accusatory finger at Gorast. "Two fewer hordes now, from what I hear," she replied, looking at the tip of Tridax's talon as though it were the most disgusting thing she had ever seen. At least she had the decency to speak normally. "So you wound up loosing us the spiders and loosing us the students. Good job." Regardless. There was a ring of steel in that command. Icarax did not want them wandering off the point, clearly. You are to be stood down as Headmaster. I will be taking your place, as you are now demoted to Master of the Sciences. Hopefully that is a position from which you will actually be able to teach. A smirk spread across Tridax's face like an oil slick, "I see. This is your punishment too, isn't it? Teridax didn't like you trying to seize the northern continent so he's taking you away from your armies and your maps and he's sticking you here." A scowl was the only answer, which was apparently all the confirmation Tridax needed. "I just don't understand why she came too unless you're planning to make her Professor of Never Thinking Ahead." "No, I was just on my way here to deal with that spider problem you said you were having. Since thats a bust, thought I'd drop by and see my boys, catch up on how they're doing." She smiled, revealing entirely too many teeth in her mouth. "Besides, I think there may be a score or two to settle around here. Whichever one of you actually controls the silly robots now, do have them round up my progeny. I think its time for a little...family bonding."

IC: [Venga - Hallway] The strong right arm of Icarax, scourge of the citadels of the north, king of crabs had been about to answer with his name when Venix came up out of nowhere and managed to beat him to it. "Now you now Venix, I am Venga, adaption Rahkshi of the seventh level. I wield the blade known as Diretooth the Dread. I also wish to add that my compatriot and I are specifically interested in any gem that might let us communicate through dimensions, allowing us to maintain in contact once we return home. Should we find such a gem then, in the shortest terms I can put it, I call dibs. Though I will be happy to help you retrieve other gems if your need for shiny things is left unsatisfied by this." "H-hi, I'm... Toa Kopen." The mere presence of a Toa of light was enough to kickstart a few changes in Venga's physiology. Av-Toa were anathema to shadows like him, his powers reacting to her as they would poison in the air. The colours of his armour started becoming lighter; blacks becoming grey and purples becoming pinkish, a crude attempt at reflection as the armour itself became thicker and denser to make it harder to burn through. Lenses of black filmed over his eyes, designed to stop bright flares and flashes from blinding him. They were minor defences, since there was no real threat to deal with, but ones that might buy him a second or two to adapt better should combat break out. An unlikely possibility, but it wasn't like he could tell his power that. "Grey One, we seem to be picking up more people by the second simply standing here. If you want suggestions where to start, I would suggest the Wilted Forest. The Cliffs will be full of undead, the Spine full of traps, the Field have that mist, and the City hits you with hallucinations hard for any of us to fight. The Forest is merely disgusting, the less lethal of the options. As we've never worked as a team like this before it would be a good idea to cut our teeth on somewhere that isn't going to instantly kill us as much as anywhere else."

I think you have a bit of an issue with the set up for Fallen City. You have a brief mention of the Civil War, then go on about the fight between the BoM and the LoSK for several paragraphs. Then we snap back to the Civil War. It should kind of be the other way round there, with only a brief mention of why the BoM isn't intervening like they did in canon and the rest taken up with describing whats going in the Civil War that we're actually supposed to be playing in. Otherwise it looks like we've got the intro from an entirely different RPG. Mavrah. Minor quibble I know but you do misspell it a couple of times. Is keeping Ta's POWs in the Great Furnace really a good idea? I get that the heat basically keeps them too broiled and exhausted to do anything too strenuous but they're in one of, if not the, top producing facility in the whole Metru. It puts them close to the headquarters as well, it would take much for one of them to really throw a spanner in the works and ruin Jaller's day. How do those new chutes in Ga stay up? The old ones were liquid too, yes, but they were held in place by magnetic force not any solid tubing or anything. You replace them with water and its all going to pour out, it isn't bound by magnetism. Is the section on appealing necessary? Its kind of what people do already

Yes you did. Have this invisible, intangible trophy as a reward! Its just waiting for you on the floor over there, make sure to look real hard for it

...yes. Because thats what real life lasers are made of and they still manage it. Thats what I was trying to get at in my last post

Well that is what the L in laser stands for. Start using other frequencies on the EM spectrum and they start getting called masers, xasers or uvasers, for example. Admittedly such things often just get referred to as lasers anyway, just because the general public probably has no idea what a uvaser is but the distinction is there

Canonically Icarax wears the Mask of Scavenging (he won't get his hands on the Kraahkan for another nine-hundred or so years). I can't think of a better way to describe whats going on on the bottom half of that than "really dangerous facial hair"

Eh, I tend to think that Av-beings only control the Visible Light portion of the electromagnetic spectrum. We start saying they can manipulate Infrared or Ultraviolet as well then it raises troubling questions about whether they could also control radio waves, or x-rays (a Toa of X-Rays might be kind of cool actually...) I don't think we've had any of our light users wield anything beyond the visible spectrum, but if we have and I just missed it, then we can always say that since Hollis is a Turaga his range is more limited

You've said there may be more changes to this...can I recommend one of them be fleshing out the bio more? Try and make it more than a couple of sentences, the first of which is really just description of their personality...

IC: [Olari - Muaka's Den] For a moment she was tempted to tell Virse to be careful. But she dislodged that notion from her mind. Of course Virse was going to be careful. She wasn't some headstrong lackwit, she was an intelligent being who's caution and good sense had already provided them with the means to scout out this facility. She didn't need to be reminded that she was probing a forcefield of unknown energy, purpose and intent, it was undoubtedly the first thing on her mind. Telling her to "be careful" was just distracting and mildly patronising. Instead Olari tried applying a magnetic field to the barely visible shield. Magnetism could warp electricity and trump gravity, it was possible she might be able to bend whatever energies the forcefield was made of, maybe make an opening or break it entirely. Force hadn't managed to penetrate it, flying in the face of her previous suggestion, maybe a modicum of intelligence would have more effect IC: [Turbo Vixen - Bionifight Exterior] The Slizer stopped flinging her disk about for a moment, idly turning it between the fingers of her one true arm as she considered the notion. "Sounds fair. Means you aren't running back to any cultist overlord you may or may not be working for to ask permission for what information you can reveal. Trust but verify after all!" IC: [Hollis - Sota Coliseum] Hollis may not have known what a Glatorian was, assuming Therex was some strange looking Toa from a world where armour was something you wore rather than what you were made of, but he did recognise gestures of peace when he saw them. "Well hello young fellow-me-lad. I don't have the kind of authority to accept a surrender, but I do have the wits about me to accept assistance if you're offering it." IC: [Venga - Bionifight Hallways] As if the echoing voices weren't clues enough, Severain's display of his electrical power provided a stunning visual signal to follow. It was like sending up a flare, it really was. "Greetings!" Venga said, popping his head round the corner to face Miril and Severain, "I heard something about a quest and something about needing more people. I'd like to volunteer!"

IC: Palma rolled her eyes at Rain's behaviour but said nothing as she plucked glass out her back. The painter may have been more than a little psychotic, but she was injured. Unlike that tap-dancing eccentric who'd just come by...people trying to rest and he'd caused a racket like that. Oh no, he was back! Only dropping someone off though, that was lucky. He vanished again soon after. But he and his portly friend had dropped off another patient. With Rain seen to, Palma switched to Malady, patching up her various ailments IC: Outside the walls of Corpus Rahkshi, on the grounds around the Causeway, the two Makuta so recently spotted by the escapees made their landing after their long journey. Their auras of darkness, shielding them from light and from prying eyes, dissipated into nothing as they stood on safe ground. One was...very much like an ocean. Huge and vast. Untold hidden, and probably unpleasant, depths beneath the surface. An air of relentless strength that would wear down continents and crush mountains. In terms of just physical appearance he was a towering figure, dwarfing the students, his companion next to him, probably Tridax and even some of the building from the neighbouring village. There were no extraneous additions to his armour, no unnecessary spikes or pointless frills as some Makuta were fond of doing, which just drew attention to the imposing physique and powerful musculature he had bestowed upon himself. Even the black and red coloration was simple, a base of black with red plates, no whorls or stripes or eye-watering colour-clashes. The crimson mask on his face was simple too, a more or less rectangular block with the only adornment being a quintet of spikes that fanned out from the chin, the world's most lethal beard. The wings that stretched from his back were four-fold and the only ornate thing about him, a quartet of bird-like pinions arranged almost as a cross, two reaching above his shoulders while two curved towards his knees. It would take only a second to notice every single 'feather' on them was actually a blade of wicked sharpness. The second Makuta was more slightly built, an hourglass frame suggesting a female. She had alighted upon the earth without the ground-shuddering thud of her companion and even now seemed to stand upon in on tip-toes, her dragonfly wings a pair of crystalline mirrors that looked far to delicate to support her weight...but had the distinctive gleam of a razor's edge. Coloured mostly green, a glaring contrast to the scarlet titan next to her, she had highlighted or enhanced it with shades of dark blue and black to provide contrast and shade along her curves and angles, making her look starker and sharper. Her mask was a contrast of the insect and the equine; a long, almost muzzled mouth that gave way to a mane of crests that swooped towards her back seemed to take inspiration from the horse Rahi that populated the world...but the eyes were most definitely taken from a Kopen or Rama. Big and bulging, made up of tessellating hexagons, a pattern that repeated itself upon the Kanohi's various crests. Her torso was similarly decorated along the sides, the hexagonal patterns looking more like mail than plate and suggesting greater flexibility than her heavily armoured cohort. Along the front her torso was largely obscured by two armour pieces like crescent moons, a pair of scythe-like hooks that started at her hips before arching to her shoulders. Where her companion had a pair of solid-looking boots for feet she had a set of vicious claws, thankfully lacking on her hands, that scarred the ground where she walked. With the constant twitching of her wings and the shimmering reflections cast from her eyes she always appeared to be a hive of motion, frenetic energy barely contained within her. Icarax and Gorast. There could be no mistaking the two. Whatever form they took, the same raw malice and sheer power radiated off them. Two of the most lethal and dangerous individuals in the Brotherhood, if not the entire universe. And they had both just landed on Corpus Rahkshi's doorstep. Icarax looked around, before spotting Flabbergaster. The normally smooth facade of his Kanohi seemed to rumple in disgust at the Rahkshi's obesity. You. Take us to Tridax. It was not a request. It was barely even an order, more a statement of what reality was going to be like in the near future and that Flabbergaster had better accept it. Whatever business the warriors had with Tridax was clearly of deadly seriousness OOC: Possibly a bit unlikely that Flabbergaster is near the Causeway while retrieving Sepulchre's armour but hey, it was only specified that it was thrown into the sea so I'm applying a bit of artistic licence

Whenever someone says they have a Rahkshi staff I'm assuming its just a convenient way of saying they've got one of those twin-headed staffs, rather than an officially bestowed staff. In my headcanon, and therefore in the game's canon, its not the material or properties of the staff that gives a boost to Rahkshi, its the fact thats its been given to them by their Makuta. Its a symbol and extension of their creator's power, and in turn makes them more powerful. Similar to how Rahkshi given a mission are far more dangerous than just wild Rahkshi