Mr. House

Granted. But they turn to dust the moment you see them.

I wish for a glass of water.

IC: (Dastana Shivada/Sado, Streets, The Alleyway)

The Imperial Guard rushed forward, to push the rioters from the Hogo and break on through to the street. Shivada took the lead, bringing her blade down upon a club-armed Dashi. Her mind had numbed, very slightly, to the pain of fighting her treasonous Clanswomen. More numb it became with each slice of the blade.

"Push, Hogo, join us to cast them into the streets!"

Why did I picture that ...

There's a battle going on in Ko-Koro. The largest in a while. Pick a side and go at it.

IC: (Arvun/Entrance, The Vault, Mangaia)

Arv knew it would be a fight or die situation. As soon as he saw the figures to the front of him, he knew he hadn't any chance to flee. The Rahkshi would surely kill him if he did. So he would join this Maru, pray to whatever deity was out there, and fight to live. Live he would. His mind was however screaming at him, screaming in opposition, screaming in fear. As the sons of the dark lord came charging in, he held himself next the Maru by sheer will. He suddenly became aware of the leather in the hilt of his Kaskara, the weight of its blade, the racing beat of his heart, the air going to his lungs and the sweat going down his brow. He could see the shadows coming towards him, and raised his arm in defiance of them.

His wife would have cried at him not to, if she would have been here to see.

But that was the past, and this was now. The tide had turned, and he had swam with it. He knew the Protosteel of his blade was sharp, as he honed it out of compulsion. The Makutaspawn were fast, they were strong, and they could skewer Arv as easily as a knife through butter. But he had fought alongside them once, and he felt a fleeting amount of confidence he could go against them. He needed to attack them in their weak spots, to work with his companions. One went after Sulov, the others came alarmingly towards them. He would go for the legs, he felt, take out the legs, and they were vulnerable. But first, he'd have to help Sulov.

So Arv went forward, sword and one hand, Kukri in the other. He'd help the Maru as much as he could.

So, where is the action at right now?

 

New guy here, just made a Toa character with no particular allegiances and a chaotic good alignment.

Welcome back, Tiragath. Good to see a veteran return.

I'll be inactive for the rest of the day, so I'll have to leave interactions for tomorrow.  

Joske.

Is Standard Oil in disguise.

Mazda Cars.

OOC: It will be a little while...

IC: (Ardron/Ostia)

The supplies were gathered, and Ard lead the cart into the desert. Through the storm, he walked as fast as he could to the border.

IC: (Ardron/Ostia)

"A Saint of Mata Nui."

OOC: People always ignore the over-armor...

IC: (Larikon Torchbearer/Ko-Koro Gates, The Ice Storm)

The blade hit Larikon's backplate. and glanced off of it. It deflected straight through his mail undercoat, and stabbed into his left shoulder. Larikon shuddered upon the warmth, and reeled backwards. Taking Heathenbane upward, he brought the blade down towards Icha. Ak'rei'an would protect him, would guide him. He could only hope his fellow Brothers could make it out of the cold, stop the Guards in their tracks. He prayed as the blade went towards Icha's neck, propelled by zealous rage.

"Go to the hellslime, filth!" he said through his shivers.

OOC: We can do it...

IC: (Weiss/Ko-Koro Gates)

Weiss had avoided the storm for a while, only going into it while his Brothers were struggling. He could fight the cold, he could blow up this gate. Using his powers, he rapidly lifted the barrels of powder to the foot of the Ko-Koro Gate. He would help Jaaku destroy it, if not destroy it with Thentyle. He hadn't much experience with explosives, so it was up to them to destroy it. But the fact was, Thentyle was distracted by trying to fight off the Kane-Ra riders. He'd have to take over in that regard, to let the group go into the city.

"Thentyle, go to the gate! I'll fight the heathens off!" he said, as he floated the last barrel over.

IC: (Rakona)

The Ko-Toa looked so dignified, which made it all so satisfying when Rakona whipped at her. The protosteel tipped tendrils struck at the Toa, with a blow strong enough to dismount the Toa.

IC: (Sukot urn Voyuk/The Sanctum)

It seemed the company of misfits were trying to break through their group. Sukot wouldn't take such absurdity. He was being pushed away, he realized, but by the time he was, his Patero Launcher was cocked and loaded. As Echelon was doing some kind of mind-attack against the Knightly fellow (He saw the Snowman's strained look), Sukot pointed the muzzle at him, and fired. At that moment, around a dozen bamboo spears shot towards the necromancer.

"Hey hey!"

Okay, just out of curiosity, who would want Junyaus? He's Po-Koro's governmental spy, and a character out of tune with the current game.

Anyone can have him...

IC: (Arvun/Mangaia)

Arv trailed the Maru, while keeping an eye upon Lantz.

IC: (Larikon Torchbearer/Ko-Koro Gates, The Ice Storm)

The Heathens thought they could freeze him, turn him into an icicle. Larikon, raising his head, felt a strong and sudden impact upon his Great helm. The impact knocked him off Lutrez, and hurled him to the snow. His vision blurred, his head span. The concussion momentarily knocked him unconscious. But disoriented, he rose, shivering with the cold. His surcoat, of tight-knit wool, offered a degree of warmth. But he could feel parts of his body teetering on numbness.

Realizing after his daze Lutrez, protected his coat of fat and fur, was still able to fight, he yelled "Lutrez, sic!". The great bear would smell Icha, and attack the Sanctum guard with ferocity. Teetering through the icy wind, he grabbed Heathenbane from the snow, and went to find Icha. He needed to end the storm, and end it quick. Killing the Ko-Toa one by one would gradually cause the storm to falter, and give them victory. But they needed to be dispatched quickly, lest the freeze.

"Target the riders! Their deaths shall end this cursed wind!"

He kept his blade up defensively.

IC: (Thentyle/Ko-Koro Gates)

Thentyle was discouraged at how bad his trick worked out. But he needed to stop Trillia, and stop her fast. He raised a fist of earth from the ground, large in diameter, and hardly compacted. He sent it barreling a the Lesterin, to take or out of the picture, or distract her for a while.

"Jaaku, rig the gate!"

 IC: (Rakona/The Storm)

She heard  something vaguely amid the howling wind. 'Target the riders', or something akin to that. Rakona knew the storm was artificial, and had faith in Ak'rei'an that she'd be able to help destroy it. She heard the vague clamber of Hooves to the side of her. A rider, caught in the storm near her. Her whip-gauntlet it hand, and Brotherhood issued hatchet in the other, she ran towards the rider, and struck with the protosteel-coated blade-strings.

She wondered where Goran was, it would have been fine to backup...

Superfriends should be the Maru and company. The Legion of Doom is more fitting. Excepting the swamp-helmet base thing, and Solomon Grundy.

Just out of curiosity, can the Legacy/Piraka/Brotherhood alliance have a name? Albeit unofficial for now? It would make typing things out easier.

Something neutral would do, The Dark Alliance, perhaps? Or maybe E.V.I.L!

Was a product of The Watchers of The World (Stan Lee and Jack Kirby), to prepare us for the apocalypse.

Whales. 

While I was too young to remember it, my condolences go out to those with loved ones lost during the attack, and the survivors of that day and its aftermath.

IC: (Arvun/Mangaia)

"I was, searching for him, at the least," Arvun said. "Lantz was only in it for the Vault. He is desirous of its wealth, no doubt."

He rose. Sulov Maru, Ussalman, he knew that name. Sulov was the Toa who helped kill his former Master, one of the First Toa's heirs. The Maru represented everything about Mata Nui's established order. But yet, he held little ill will towards them. If he was in that position, he thought, he would have killed Makuta as well. Being past that point of his life, Arv had no inclination to harm anyone in the room. Save perhaps Lantz, due to his lingering distaste for the avarice-fueled Ba-Toa. Leaning against the wall, he began to speak again.

"I'm Arvun, and let me say, I mean none of you any harm. But if you are going to the vault, I would like to join you. Something's down there, something ill. The Ta-Toa-I fear what happened to him. He was seeking the vault, and if what they say about it, he might be pray to twisted beings. And if I'm correct, I think you'd know him, Maru, his name was Joske."   

For the sake of accuracy, could some Legacy players update its Wiki Page? The history section and goals in need of work, along with the membership.

And also, if Anyone wants to join the Brotherhood of Ak'rei'an, send me a PM. We have knights, and semi-intelligent Zombies!

IC: (Ardron)

"We are but a harmless religious group, with odd hours," he said.

IC: (Arvun/Mangaia)

Arvun froze. He impacted something. Whether it was good or ill, he knew not. He only had his hand grasped upon his Kukri, ready to rise and kill if the person/thing he hit was hostile. The he heard the voice, a woman's voice, nervous and perhaps a bit distressed. It eased his mind a tad.

"Who are you-why are you here?" he jumbled out.

IC: (Sukot urn Voyuk/The Sanctum)

Finally

The realization that these intruders had the muzzles of over a dozen Patero launchers aimed at them made a part of Sukot quite happy. One, a Skakdi by the look of it, was nailed by five rounds above. He was, however, still stuck upon the steps, bonded by magnetism. He didn't think he was going to escape, not soon. With the 'Nightfall' distracted, however, it seemed the perfect time to reload. Taking his launcher, he wrangled it open, and loaded it with one of his favorite rounds. A flecette cluster, with ten needle-like bamboo projectiles, bundled together to scatter after leaving the muzzle.

He loaded it, and began to quickly pump to load. It was awkward and clumsy, but he prayed to whatever god was out there he would be noticed not by the assailants... 

IC: (Thentyle/Ko-Koro Gates)

This wasn't good. Larikon was somewhere in the storm with Rakona, Goran and Ira. He was leading the Ussal-carts full of powder barrels to the gate itself. He himself wasn't happy about this job. He would have much preferred to guard the Caravan to Mangaia. But yet, he was here, fighting in a full-on battle. It was something he never really thought he'd do. He covered the carts  in a wall of earth, to ensure no stray arrow could hit them. He had knocked the Ussals unconscious, to keep them from panicking.

Now, Zekev and Jaaku were engaged against a Kane-Ra riding Toa (He assumed), and Thentyle was off to the side. He needed to take her and her beast out, to ensure that they could rig the gate to blow. It was times like these that made him thankful for not acquiring a zombie minion. Coming to the area where Trillia was charging Zekev, he slammed the head of his spear into the ground. Next, he applied an old mining trick he used before conversion. The earth under Trillia's Kane-Ra suddenly began to sift, as Thentyle tried to make the ground collapse around it. At that moment, he saw Jornetar ride over. Not good.

"May Ak'rei'an take you!"

OOC: As Lloyd has been inactive since August, I will assume temporary control of Weiss.

IC: (Weiss/Ko-Koro Gates)

Coming along the back flank was Weiss. Glaive in hand, he kept his Volitak on. The heathen guards had quite a flair for showmanship, he thought. But they were, for the most part, peasants plucked off the street and put into a uniform. He was, by contrast, of nobler birth, trained in war since a youth. He could fight these heathens, and help beat them back. He couldn't help but pity the four stuck in the snowstorm, but thought Larikon had it under control. The gate, however, the gate had to go.

From the back, he saw a pair of Kane-Ra riders break through. Zekev, Jaaku, and surprisingly Thentyle  were busy fighting them. However, they were focusing primarily upon the one manned by Trillia. The beast controlled by Jornetar was barreling alarmingly toward the powder barrels. Rushing forward, he stayed well behind a snow-bank, gazing upon the rider. A Ko-Toa, it seemed, a native. The beast, wild and strong, was going at a fine speed. He could stop them, he knew.

Raising his hand, Weiss lowered the Gravity over Jornetar, to try and hurl the rider to the air in an attempt to slow her advance.

IC: (Goran/Ko-Koro Gates, The Storm)

He ordered to guard his mistress, and guard her he would. Keeping a hand in front of his face, Goran used his Turaga-level elemental powers to heat the air in front of his face. It was the most he could do. Feeling no pain, the cold and the ice shards harmed him not. The zombie had one goal, and one goal only, defend Lady Rakona.  He trailed her, by several feet or so, one of his Katana clenched in his right hand. No rider would harm her, lest the zombie kill them first.