Wyrd Bid Ful Araed

Regardless, if I do not at least try to have Jorth resurrect an army at some critical moment then I think I have failed the story. We need one of those moments of awesome where everything seems at its bleakest and suddenly, boom, undead reinforcements. Failing that, I will settle for one zombie T-Rex for Jorth to ride around on. Because I have been wanting to have someone do that for a long time

IC: Turbo had been impatiently doing laps around the mausoleum as Dexund showed off, thoroughly unimpressed by his ability to move the earth. Weren't there, like, half a dozen people who could do that back at the facility? Like that one guy, name began with a Z... Only when Kopen turned to flee did she brake, tearing up strips of the land as she skidded slightly (soft earth was not a particularly good surface for traction...) before coming to a halt. "Dude, you did not just do that! You'd best hope I don't think of a way to get to you up there! Kopen will be avenged!" But first things first, to see if the offended party herself was alright. Turbo accelerated again, trying to catch up to the fleeing Matoran. "Hey! Heeeeeeey! Stop running so I can tell you not to be upset!" IC: Skrall watched the Matoran carefully. They had him, Dayeth and Dajik outnumbered and more of them seemed to appear every moment. Normally he wouldn't be unnerved by such tiny foes but there was no telling what powers they might have in a world like this. They could be shapeshifters, every one of them, just waiting to take a more threatening appearance. Best to be on guard. "I agree with the Lady Dajik," he said, "You may be loyal subjects but you are poor hosts. We have come to serve the Maeus, as he asked us to in the arena, and you leave us standing in the cold." IC: "Hah, I do not think I could subdue you little one, I know it!" Tuyetkhamun challenged, "Even now you try to leave instead of tasting my power and potential."

Hey guys. Guys. Guys guys guys. Quick reminder that there is apparently one area that is entirely made of up of (apparently occupied) graves. And that Jorth has a Tryna. I can see that becoming enormously useful at some point in the future

IC: "Well of course. Who would I rule of over if everyone died?" "We don't think that trying to subvert the system in place by forming your own little cult of personality will serve much good. Especially not for yourself." Tuyetkhamun looked at the newcomer to the conversation, "Pah, you're just saying that because you wish you'd thought of it." IC: Olari stood up and walked over to Kale, putting herself in his camp as obviously as she could. "So," she said, before pausing, mimicking the Av-Toa's own speech pattern a little, "When do we start." IC: "When whatever it is kills her, try to watch for its pattern of attack," Skrall advised Dajik, watching Dayeth wander out into the mist, "Because if it takes her and keeps hounding us, it is your turn next." IC: Sensing a chance to show off, Turbo made a circuit round the mausoleum, meeting up with Kopen on her own path around the monument to mortality. "Slowpoke!"

IC: Tuyetkhamun retreated, but did not close the hole she was using to spy through. "Why kill everyone? I am not some lunatic who worships death. I wish people to serve me, and they cannot do that if they are a corpse." She seemed to think on that for a second, "Barring exceptional circumstances they cannot serve me if they are a corpse." IC: A larger monument was coming up. Some sort of...mausoleum, Turbo thought it was called. Big grave, basically. Her straight line path would have to become a circle in this bit. Couldn't ramp over it, couldn't climb it. Still, whoever had built the monstrosity had flattened the ground around it, at least giving her the courtesy of room to manoeuvre. No bits of jagged rocks to look out for

IC: Tridax looked between the two, Grim and Fang, though he knew the names of neither. What he did know was that if even the loyal ones were speaking up for the Matoran then he couldn't make the pint-size problem simply disappear. He'd have to give them at least a show of fairness. "The Matoran cannot be allowed to simply return home. His purpose in being here, and method of getting here must be determined. Since the pair of you are so taken with his safety, you will be his interrogators." He pointed at Grim and Fang, "Here and now you will extract the necessary information from him by any means necessary."

IC: If she was a more sporting being then Turbo might have given Kopen some sort of head start. Turbo was not a sporting being. Besides, giving someone a head start meant she might lose. Couldn't have that. So she sped ahead, wheels kicking up clods of soggy earth in her wake. A couple of headstones ahead. One of them was slightly overturned. It became a ramp that she zoomed up and over, rolling once in the air before landing on her treads again. First time she'd told someone about doing that she'd got a lot of uneasy looks and comments about being disrespectful. She didn't see why she had to be respectful to a bunch of dead people who didn't exist and apparently wanted to kill her even if they did. So their headstones were her footramps now. Still keeping her steadfast path towards the cliffs, she tried looking around for Kopen, to see if the blind general was nearby IC: "You sure you wouldn't like to come inside and discuss it?" Tyetkhamun asked, still peering through the makeshift wall, "I can be very...persuasive." IC: "Then follow me!" He'd just passed the way a few seconds ago as the Rahkshi flies. Miras was stuck using his feet to traverse the mountains, which made his going a lot slower. It didn't take Venga (and hopefully Venix following behind) long to reach his spot, and for the adaption Rahkshi to drop out of the sky in front of him. "How goes it, fellow scout?" IC: Skrall turned so his back faced the castle, almost pressing it up against the wall of the fortress. His shield was in a guard position, and his sword-arm was loose at his side, ready to spring into action. "Baterra used similar tactics, back in the war. Distract and separate." He scanned the city's streets, looking for anything that looked out of place, or that might have been moving just a few seconds ago, "That voice stinks of a trap."

If you're looking for somewhere that can explain pretty much all your Bionicle needs then might I recommend BS01? Its got a page for pretty much anything you might need on Spherus Magna. And to add to what 000 said, if they're all fighting then it might be worthy to expand upon why they're fighting, or what they're fighting over

IC: "Yes. The doctor is clearly the more powerful between him and the Host, and I wish to offer myself as a warrior for his services." Skrall left off explaining to Dajik the burning desire that the doctor would grant him the much sought-after name. Would that make him Skrall fo Kuro? Maeus fo Skrall? It did not follow the conventions of his world, he did not know how it worked... "Now quiet. Do you not hear the voice?" IC: A pounding of feet and an odd cracking behind her alerted Turbo to a challenger! She slowed up a little, allowing her new race partner to catch up. Ah, of course, the blind general. That would explain the cracking. "What do you think, to the edge of the cliffs and back?" she asked, words almost being stolen away by the wind currents surrounding the pair. "Or do we need a proper circuit to make this a proper race?" IC: "Psst." A quiet sound, but filled with sharp urgency. Enough to draw the attention of Ten and Donrioda. "Psst. Hey. You two." What they had thought to be a wall was actually one of Tuyetkhamun's barricades. She had pulled back a couple of the scale-like slats and was peering out through them, the shadows making her deathmask appear even more ghost-like and pale than before. "You want to join the Second Arising of Tuyetkhamun? I can promise you power and wealth, and a high-ranking seat in my new world order." IC: The silence around Venix was rather unceremoniously spoiled when Venga encountered her, one heading out, the other heading back. "Venix! Good to see you! Glad to see its not just me keeping an eye on this place. Think I spotted Miras a little ways back, want to see what he thinks he's doing now there's two of us?"

Yeah, this is a site on which you can't say the name of the Christian underworld, I think if we tried something with ASoIaF's level of graphic nudity, various -isms and baby-muder then BZP would just implode or something

IC: "They are the new bosses now," Skrall agreed, "They took the Host's sovereignty from him and they broke it all to pieces. I give my allegiance to them."

IC: Tridax looked at the captured Matoran with mounting disgust coiling his features into something hateful. He dropped the anti-gravity effect, irrelevant now Burst, Draco and Haken had all landed anyway, and focused entirely on the diminutive interloper. "This Matoran seeks to rob us," he announced to the crowd, "Seeks to steal away your privacy and your secrets. He is a thief and a spy and he will be dealt with accordingly. Loyal students, seize the Matoran, and those two unconscious traitors, and we shall take them to my office. They shall feel the full force of Brotherhood law."

IC: [Olari, Arena Ruins] Pointless. Olari was floating outside of the fog's swirling depths, reaching out through the blackness with bands of magnetic force until she managed to find something ferrous enough and loose enough that she could pull it back into the clear. Some bit of flooring, perhaps, or maybe a panel of wall. Pointless. She started reshaping the chunk into a long slender pole. Similar to the ones she carried on her back, only lengthier, thicker. Twisted and folded by elemental power, it quickly started warping into the shape she desired. Magnetism, better than any blacksmith's forge. Pointless. Well, the pole certainly wasn't. Not any more. As a finishing touch, she scrunched the tip of it into a viciously sharp blade. A spike that gleamed so much you could have imagined it cutting the light itself. and then she let it go, floating off to join the dozens of others she'd been constructing over the last two weeks. Powered by her will, it drove itself into the ground of what used to be the arena. Pointless. It had started as a fence. What she was doing. It had started as a fence. Who knew what might come out of that mist? Needed to be prepared. So she'd made a fence, and then just kept going. She was slowly filling up the arena floor. What used to be the arena floor. It was going to be a punji pit by the time she was done with it. Pointlesspointlesspointlesspointlesspointless! The latest addition to her project went flying as her temper flared and she lost control. Gah! This was all so Spirit-forsaken pointless! She had been pulled from a world where she was a hero to many, a defender of freedom, a saviour, a champion, a true example of what a Toa was and could be! And then they'd pulled her out of it. To make fake wars upon other displaced warriors. To dance around like a puppet on strings. To accomplish nothing, to achieve nothing, to succeed at nothing. But she'd managed to bear it. Managed to...tolerate it. Thought maybe she could make it work, find a way home. And now...this. Now she was trapped in an arena that was itself trapped on some death-cult island! How had things gotten worse! How! She growled to herself as she fished about in the fog for the pole she'd cast aside, drawing it through the air back to herself. She lodged in the ground properly this time, though with more of a thud than necessary. Anger still simmered her from within, she knew she could work properly like this. She started floating off to the training sector. Time to vent... IC: [Jorth, Wilted Forest] The Toa of flesh quietly hummed to himself as he strolled through the decayed lands of the Wilted Forest, where they were closest to the crashed arena. Well, as his squid-coat strolled through them anyway. He was using its tentacles to keep himself suspended off any toxic puddles, as they stretched out to prop him off the bog or grab hold of stronger tree branches. With them reaching out and around him, grabbing at any decently surface, he looked like a big, black cobweb off on its morning walk. He had come for more than just the scenery though. The forest was made of wood, and wood was a useful resource given the increasing scarcity of every other resource in what remained of the Bionifight facility. Heatstones running low? Here's wood for fire. No metal to build shelters? Here's wood to make stuff. Not particularly good stuff. But stuff. Some of the contestants could even eat the wood. Good for them. With his arms full of twigs and branches, Jorth issued a mental command to his coat. It turned and started heading back to the arena, to where the forest met the training sector IC: [Venga, the Spine] Flying high, his adaption powers had kicked in to alter his colours slightly. Not as good a job as what a chameleon Rahkshi could accomplish, but enough so that he wasn't an obvious black-and-purple target against the sky. And as he flew, he sketched, doodling pathways and passes onto an arm. Though more mechanically minded people were attempting to fix the arena and get them out of there, it was entirely possible that they couldn't. Or would run into some problem. And Venga liked to be prepared for such eventualities. Maybe they'd need to retreat into the mountains. Maybe they'd need to raid the prisons there and grab some extra manpower. You'd need to know what you were doing and where you were going. So he was making a map. With the plating of his arm full of his latest scribblings, Venga turned away. He had a Toa on hand to make paper for him back at the facility, he'd begin adding to his map of the area IC: [skrall, City of Fear] Skrall's allegiance was always to those with the highest level of power. In Bionifight that had always been the Host and the Queen. But the Host had proved incompetent and ineffectual, a child playing with toys. And the Queen had not been seen for a long time. Skrall strongly believed she had been assassinated, taken out of play early on by those he looked to as the new power players.This was why he was now walking through the City of Fear, making his way to Castle fo Kuru, to give his services to those he believed to be the strongest. Technically he believed this "Herald of Death" to be the real leader, but as his realm was more or less inaccessible, he would settle for Kuru. It was the two of them who had so elegantly demonstrated that the Host was a fool after all. If one could not be reached, the other would do.He did not expect to see others there. Upon spotting Dayeth, he held up his weapons warily, approaching her and the castle with shield high and sword at the ready IC: [Tuyetkhamun, Knowledge Sector] Over the past two weeks, Tuyetkhamun had built herself a castle. Well, she called it a castle. It was a tent. She'd been raiding the Knowledge Sector of books no-one else seemed to want, ripping out their pages and affixing them together into a sort of patchwork canvas. Then she'd turn the paper to metal.And a screen of pages suddenly became a wall of metal scales. She'd made a few of them, and was attempting to barricade certain areas of the Knowledge Sector off into her own personal demesne, where she kept trying to lure anyone passing by into joining her. If everyone else around here was going to have a kingdom and a cult then by all the powers of her ancestors so would she! IC: [Turbo Vixen, Wailing Cliff] It felt so good to finally be able to drive again! Like, really drive. Get a proper speed going. Bionifight always felt so...constraining. So many tight corridors, so many people around, always feeling like she had to slow up to avoid smashing anyone.But here? All she had to watch out for were headstones. And they were easy to avoid because they didn't insist on moving all the time. The landscape was flat enough (just make sure to avoid the cliffs) that she could just power along without a care, and the stories about ghosts and the rising dead didn't trouble her. She'd never even heard of ghosts before this place, so she didn't intend to start believing in them. And if they turned out to be real? Well, she'd like to see them keep up with her! The howling winds were drowned out by the sound of her revving, the growls from her joints and tyres filling the air with defiance as she powered across the landscape

Yaaaay, Jorth's the hero!

Ok. I think it's safe to say that we are both in that situation. I'll make it easy and change the rifle to a regular bullet based weapon. Will this work? I took out all the confusion by making it a regular old gun Yeah, problem with that is that I don't really think real world guns fit into Bionicle, they tend to rely on the bizarre energies that exist in their world. The closest they ever got was a firework revolver and that seems more like a flintlock pistol than any modern weaponry.

They can and have been. Its one of the things the Makuta find equally puzzling and troubling about the new breed

Its true, they are a terrible burden upon him

IC: The aerial acrobatics of Burst, Draco and Haken kept Tridax amused for a moment. He idly waved a hand at Grim when he came over, granting him permission to do what he wanted without really listening to the Rahkshi. His entertainment was cut short when the gaggle of Porters scuttled over, the captured Matoran suspended in their combined grips. The smirk on the Makuta's face vanished as though he had teleported it away. "What. Is. This."

As far as I know, the axe's power is active for the duration of the swing. But the force he used to catch it was absorbed and redirected. You realise Tarakava doesn't suck the energy out of what it hits, right? It equals the resistance it faces, it doesn't absorb it. And the resistance faced from Grim catching it wouldn't have been too great since Mar'jik was just flailing at the edge of unconsciousness, so wouldn't have added too much to the swing Higher. Level seven kraata are more powerful than level six, and Makuta are on par with them at the very least

Less "picky" and more "confused as to why a weapon that had agreed-upon properties now work completely differently"

The axe was not swung with much force, so would not have taken much effort to stop. Little force plus little force equals little force, so Grim probably could have caught it

Yeah that bit of canon is staying canon, partly because your version has Kool knowing about the Order of Mata Nui, an organisation I'd prefer to stay secret and unheard of at the point in the RPG. So no Kojol I'm afraidOkay, sure. I can do that Name: Kardenex Variation: Sonics Level: 2 Gender: Male Gear: A guitar-like instrument with a microphone and small amp attached Appearance: Sand blue body with green eyes and metallic grey limbs. Metru blue hands, boots, and head. His back sports a large "X" decal in dripping-spraypaint-gold between his silver spines, of which he has three. They curve backwards down his body and sharply turn back up towards his head at the point. He is slightly taller than an average Toa and is very thin. Personality: Usually "wants to be alone" but always struggles with being sentient. He wonders why the Rahkshi are evolving and tries to devote his time to figuring that out but the escapades of the Rahkshi he knows keep him from that. Bio: A somewhat new arrival to the school. Created by a hermitic Makuta. He had 'Kard' for 12 months before he was taken by Tridax for his sentience. Said hermitic Makuta lost his only companion and promptly went insane. I really need to get a life. Current routine: Refresh TTV. Refresh BZP. Refresh Student Register. Repeat. Approved And also approved

Yeah that bit of canon is staying canon, partly because your version has Kool knowing about the Order of Mata Nui, an organisation I'd prefer to stay secret and unheard of at the point in the RPG. So no Kojol I'm afraid

IC: Tridax had considered striking down Lucid. Oh not fatally or anything. Just enough to try and bludgeon out her insolence that so worked its way under his skin. But no. If sparks of rebellion were starting to flicker he didn't want to fan them into flames with anything that would be seem...unduly oppressive. And Lucid's actions were too lacking in malice or forethought to make her a convenient target. Besides, with her standing in front of everyone spouting off nonsense doggerel everyone was focused on her. She was a useful distraction to keep attention focused away from his hunters in the crowd. Well, until Draco decided to make the whole affair into a brawl. Tridax would have sighed at the complete lack of subtlety he had expected given the set up he arranged, but that might have revealed that he had been expecting something other than a respectful memorial. "This is a disgraceful display!" he declared, "The pair of you will stop this immediately!" This not only didn't work, but seemed to have to opposite effect as Burst waded into the fray. "I will not see you disgracing the names of Rahkshi who gave their lives so you might live." The real question was how to act to break the fight up without preventing Draco from getting to Haken, knocking him out so he could be quietly removed. Tridax deciding upon gravity. But not to increase it, crush the tussling trio to ground, but to remove it altogether. The three would float up into the air, out the way of the gathered crowd to restrict collateral damage, while also making it harder to see what was actually going on. Hopefully that would buy Draco some breathing room to try and end it before he made an even larger mess, and again keep eyes away from spotting the other hunters in the crowd... IC: After shattering the door and revealing the Matoran within, the Porter seemed momentarily confused. it didn't quite seem to know what to do with what it saw as an anomaly. It certainly wasn't going to kill the Matoran, the Ghosts had seen to that. So instead it decided upon bringing the enigma to a higher authority. It would bring the Matoran to Tridax. It stomped forward, metal feet thundering against the stone floor, its fellow Porters swarming in behind it to grab at their target and drag him bodily to the Headmaster