Mr. House

Perhaps deep in the charred forest. No one would look there, and one of my evil characters has a hut you can build off.My rich character and Toa of Iron, both evil, can help build.

I have an idea for a evil base.Perhaps there can be an abandoned Guard outpost in Kini-Nui, which the evil group can claim as their own. I have a rich character that can supply it.

I remember viewing the BZPRPG 08' Wrap Up in awe. Such a long, amazing story was a closing up in a rather spectacular way. Makes me wish I joined sooner.But I'd be more then happy to be a founding member of the Third Kin.

I have four Makuta-loyal characters. One barbarian warrior, one businessman, one currently frozen archer/bandit and a bomb-throwing psycho.There should be a league of evil, an Anti-ILS.

Since I guess the Tarakava Raid is a no-go, I believe I have to find something else to do with Ard and Taro.Anything going on in Ta-Koro?

OOC: Aryll, Lightning Toa, in Battle with the Insect Control Rahkshi.IC: Being a master elementalist, Aryll grinned at the swarm of rather ticked off beetles. Placing his palms foward, he electrified the air around the beetles. This made the insects even more angry, and caused them to fly ever faster towards him.But they wouldn't make it that far.Sending massive waves of electricity at the beetles, Aryll had turned the air around his enemies into a spectacular bug zapper. Within a minute, nothing but large, smoking clusters of dead insects remained. A foul, burned stench filled the air.Sucking the remaining electricity from the air, Aryll turned his attention towards the Rahkshi. The Mongrel, busy fighting the other Toa, was rather distracted. He began focusing the energy into his gauntlets once again. With a battle cry, Aryll sent six bolts of lightning, with deadly precision, at the Rahkshi's back.

OOC: Aryll, Lightning toa, to be in battle with the Rahkshi of Insect Control. Other Makuta-loyal Fe-Toa incapacitated.IC: With a slight cringe, Aryll got up onto his legs. His wound, now patched, stopped bleeded, but throbbed under the gauze. His heart now pounding, he focused his lightning powers into his gauntlets. The metal crackeled, and he himself grinned.Rushing into the trees, his great, faded coat shrugged off the plantlife. His hands now glowed with light. Using his Arthron, he detected multiple beings among the jungle. Scanning the area, he found a Toa locked in combat with the insect control Rahkshi.Charging at it, he shot eight bolts of pure electrity at it, and ducked down.

OOC: Not in Battle.IC: "Just cut a piece of cloth off my coat," Aryll said.He placed both of his hands onto the wound, and pressed down. Wincing, he continued speaking."It isn't that clean, but it'll do."

A tiger chasing a chicken.

IC: There was a rather large group of Marines and Toa gathered around, watching the Tarakava with interest. Knowing that Ardron had found the right group, he and Tarotrix walked on over."Excuse me, but do have any idea how many there are?" he asked, in a rather loud voice.

OOC: Both Characters NOT in Rahkshi battle.IC: Due to the arrow not being barbed, it slid out quickly. The wound, however, was still bleeding. "Okay, Mevi, the arrow is out. Now all you have to do is apply pressure to the wound."IC: Metack was focusing, hard. Taking small, shallow breaths, he tried to conserve air. In the meanwhile, he was trying to stave off hypothermia.

IC: Ardron was hoping for some peace. After fighting the Rahkshi in Po-Koro, he had made his way through Po and Onu Wahi within a day. Tired, he'd stopped in Ta-Koro, and crashed at Tarotrix's hut for the night. After helping his friend pay for a new spear, he'd convinced the Ta-Matoran to vacation in Ga-Koro.Vacation two wasn't going to happen. To his concern, Matoran were huddled outside the village with looks of concern on their faces. "What's going on, Matoran?" he asked."Tarakava are attacking, Toa!" she said. "The Marines are preparing to defend the village."Ardron cringed. His friends had been massacred by Makuta's beasts years ago. And he could still remember the horror of the last Tarakava raid. He hoped that this time, they'd be more prepared.Being a former pirate and sailor himself, Ard had made friends with several Marines. Thus, he knew who to talk to."C'mon Tarotrix, lets find Kalama,"IC: Tarotrix didn't expect this at all. After being wounded by a paticularly nasty Rahkshi, he intended to go to Ga-Koro to heal and relax. But it seemed to him that Makuta had a personal grudge against him.So, he let Ard lead the way.IC: Durzan looked upon Ga-Koro with hunger. He'd heard that his master was mustering the Tarakava for another attack, and he couldn't miss it. From a cliff overlooking Naho bay, he searched for the Matoran who was gathering the forces of Makuta.

IC: Aryll gritted his teeth. He'd faced worse injuries before. This was merely a flesh wound, a painful flesh wound."Just stay as calm as possible," he explained in as quiet a voice he could currently muster. "And slowly pull it out."IC: Living in Ko-Wahi, Metack was no stranger to ice. And as a hunter of a variety of powerful Rahi, he'd faced some rather tough spots. This, however, was one of the toughest.With his hand, he began to channel his elemental energy. Forming a long, metallic spike, he began to bore through the ice.

To all the fiction writers out there, which alignment is more fun to write/RP?I personally prefer evil/anarchistic characters. I guess I developed a taste for them during the the Locus Abeo saga in the BZPRPG.

IC: "Well, I'm only one Toa," Metack explained. "And I doubt you are stupid enough to see that it would be-counterproductive to attack all of you at once.""And since I'm like this, I think I can add that the arrow was supposed to be a distraction."

IC: Metack didn't talk much. Being a lone bandit, he'd developed rather anti-social tendencies. He hadn't even been to a Matoran settlement in years. But now, he was getting a sort of sadistic pleasure from taunting these Toa."The will of Makuta doesn't discriminate. I've overheard several of your conversations, and took great offense. The island doesn't need to be liberated, and you trying to do so enraged me.""I'm afraid that Toa in the coat started it. If he hadn't tried to scope out the trees, I would have carried out my original plan of picking off each one of you heretics. One by one."IC: Aryll groaned in pain. The arrow, while not fatal, was causing a great deal of bleeding."Someone-get-this-thing-out-of-my-leg."

IC: Metack's hand froze in ice. He was trapped."I think you have some questions."

IC: Metack saw the trees as a green haze around him, aside from a rush of cold air below him, he felt nothing. Then he hit the ground, legs first.The ice and snow from his attackers had shot at him had padded his fall a bit, but this legs absorbed the impact. Both broke, with an awful crack. Dizzy, he opened his eyes, and saw Kethrye looking over him.With one hand, he tried in a disoriented manner to reach for his dagger.

IC: Metack wasn't liking this. The two Toa were blasting him his their elements, bringing down branches around him. His path was being destroyed in front of him. Silently cursing, he found a vine in the corner of his eye. Running as fast as he could, he leaped off the tree and grasped the vine. Swinging over to another, he began to climb it, hoping to reach the tree above.But a blast of ice, shot by Kethrye, hit the vine. With a scream, he plummeted towards the ground. Extending his hands he desperately tried to grasp something.

IC: The arrow had hit Aryll in the thigh, and embedded itself relatively deep. Cringing, he replied."It's deep, but I'll be fine. JUST GET THAT PIRAKA!"IC: Two beings or three beings were in pursuit, as Metack could hear below. Right now, he was primarily focused on jumping from branch to branch, trying to escape his pursuers.But within a minute, he found that his escape route was blocked by a large gape between the trees. Cursing, he began to flee north, towards the lake.

IC: Aryll tried to focus on the being. It was too small to be a rahi, and too tall to be a matoran. It was either a Toa, a Skakdi, or a really small Vortixx. "I think it's a Toa," Aryll explained. "It's too slender to be a Rahkshi."IC: Metack had a nagging feeling these Toa had found him out. He scanned the trees and found an escape route of relatively thick branches, which lead east. He knew that the the group would follow him if he'd try to leave, so he would distract them.Turning on his Sanok, he felt his eyes focus, his grip improve, and his mind clear. Grabbing his bow, he knocked a Protosteel-tipped bodkin arrow, and pulled back on the string.Using the power of his mask, he aimed at the Militarized Toa's leg, and released the string. For a several seconds, he watched the arrow fly at the Toa. He smiled when the arrow impacted Aryll's thigh, causing the Toa to scream in pain.Savoring it for a moment, he shouldered his bow and swiftly began his escape, leaping from branch to branch.

OOC: Aryll is arrogant due to in part to past experiences. And as a master elementalist, he feels that he could take them out with ease.IC: Aryll began to focus electric energy into his hands. Turning on his Arthron, he scanned the area, looking for any possible threat. The jungle was, of course, filled with a variety of large shapes. These shapes, which probably were rahi, weren't charging at the ILS."We're not under Rahi attack, that's for sure."He then sensed something in the trees...IC: Metack had been stalking these pathetic Mata-Nui servants for a while. Lingering in the trees, he had watched them build their little camp, save some Matoran, the usual heroic garbage. It sickened him.He'd put off killing them because they stayed in such a tight group, which ment if one went down, the rest would hunt him down. It was his aim to pick them off one by one, and hide the bodies. But now, he had a feeling that the Toa in military regalia was on to him.Being about twenty feet from the trail the ILS was walking, he could be swamped by them within minutes. The servant of Makuta could only hope they wouldn't investigate...

IC: Now it was clear to Aryll that Madrihk was occupied with survival, not combat. And though he had a great desire to see the ILS storm the jungle and win in valiant combat, he had to follow orders. The former soldier in him had to."Then I guess we should allow the Gukko Force to deal with the fiends?"

IC: Hoping that the bounty hunters didn't return too soon, Haitol left the tavern to briefly survey the damage. After slipping into an ally and taking off his cloak, he observed the damage. He felt this was the perfect time to increase his celebrity.Striding into his market, he walked up to the clearly shaken clerk. "Lecar, I need you to ship a wagon of medical supplies to the hospital, free from Kytorikk's.""Yes, Mr. Kytorikk."-/-Walking back to the pub, he couldn't help but smile at the carnage. Haitol was happy that his master, Makuta, was stepping up the war against the Matoran. He was content at the realization that eventually, he'd be rewarded for his service.

IC: Aryll, in his own mind, had a right to be cocky. However, he had to build his reputation in the ILS, and that ment acting kinder. "Then I am sorry for our misunderstanding."