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  1. IC: Kihr [Burning Steppes, Dig Site] For the briefest of moments, the mercenary's clockwork lungs creaked with a slightly different resonance, as if a gear had slipped. Probably nothing. The familiar rhythm returned.
  2. Wow, that's impressive - both in the precise recreation of the proportions/scale of the in-game screenshots, and just how many of them you made. That's an army! I always loved these little items in the game and wondered if somebody would make them. They're really the perfect item from that era to bring into full-scale reality. I'm still shocked by how much they look exactly how you would imagine they would from playing the game. Kudos for the commitment to improving them through iteration - and sharing your work with a tutorial.
  3. That's not necessary anymore due to some technical advances. I updated the account registration instructions.
  4. skrall fam, we're so back (for real this time!)
  5. IC: (Bone Hunter Stronghold) The Bone Hunters’ Stronghold. It was, in some ways, what one might expect from such savage residents; there was a crude quality to the workmanship, its stone walls and wrought iron gates clearly made more for function than form. Still, there was a rather intimidating quality to all those sharp edges, and to the scale of it all; the walls and gates were tall, looming things, all the better to prevent slaves from escaping (and, perhaps, to prevent outsiders from getting too close a look inside). A great stone tower stood even taller than the walls – some kind of watchtower, no doubt, given its height – but its central position was more reminiscent of a prison than a fortress. Through the gates, guards could be seen patrolling on Rock Steeds, some of them bearing strange mechanical augmentations; at the entrance itself, there were two guards visible on foot, and more behind crude parapets. It was one of these who spoke as the caravan came within earshot, his voice made unnaturally loud by some unseen augmentation. “Halt!” Fero cried. “State your business, Skrall.” He spat the word with venom, another reminder of the tenuous relationship between the two offshoots of the so-called ‘Rock Tribe.’ “Barter” shouted Atakus. The tone was stale and sharp - speaking to a misbehaving animal would have warranted more emotion. The agori, who had stood up from his seat at the carriage, turned over his shoulder to look at the caravan. Two skrall [Corv / Oncertainty] had dismounted immediately to provide a defense for any lurking threats. Others, naturally, were still guarding the prisoner. The one most aware of the dangers of the southern lands, however, had yet to make a move. “Just because you’ve seen this before doesn’t mean you can sit idle,” Atakus sneered, keeping his voice too low for the Bone Hunters to hear. “Get the prisoner on his feet.” "Time to move, then." Skrall stood, and grabbed the prisoner firmly by the shoulder. This still didn't sit right with him, but the prisoner's initial resistance instilled some hope; Bone Hunters were used to receiving husks, not true Skrall. Perhaps the barbarians were biting off more than they could chew. At first, Skrall was relaxed but firm, as if trying to shrug off the larger Skrall’s pulling and shoving. He unwillingly disembarked the cart, falling helmet first into the sand. As he was yanked upright and paraded to the front of the procession, the surrounding Skrall could see him shivering. After hours of empty horizon outside his cramped cage, there was no more barrier between the apostate and his fate. Surrounded by infinitely stretching death, and overlooked by a barbaric temple. Even the dunes had eyes. The Skrall could see that their brother was no longer silent out of spite, but fear. Atakus cleared his throat, as if annoyed at how slow this was going. Couldn’t this slave hurry up? Delaying was futile. “In exchange for this prisoner’s blood and sweat, the Great Tirveus, Imperator of the Black Legion, will accept safe passage and fresh provisions for his envoys.” Subtle. Fero emerged from behind the parapets, examining the prisoner from above. He waved to someone out of sight, and the gate rose. "Have your men bring in the merchandise for inspection, and we'll see what it's worth. You and I have business to discuss." Atakus raised an eyebrow. This truly was a day for firsts. He sat back down and cracked the whip against the spikit’s carapace. The cart rolled past the gate, turning towards the hideout’s ramshackle excuse for a stable. It wasn’t hard to find - the stench was unmistakable. Within the gates, the convoy was greeted by a bustling marketplace – stalls with various supplies, where Agori bartered and argued with one another in order to get the best deals they could. Only occasionally did their haggling involve blades. In the city of thieves, commerce was thriving and everything was for sale. There was no uniformity here – every stall, every seller was unique. It was a far cry from the strictly organised military rations of the North, a perfect and immediate encapsulation of the strange economy of the Wastelands. Indeed, the only real difference between this and any other southern market was the goods on display – the black market of Spice and slaves, so well-hidden in the rest of the south, was on full display here, almost a point of pride. The Gatherers were not Skrall, but nor were they some typical southern Tribe, and they aimed to alienate both in turn. It was challenging to steer the Spikit carts away from the wet market. The onlookers refused to step near the Skrall entourage, likely to avoid the beast’s ravenous appetites moreso than the soldiers. It occurred to Atakus that many of these scavengers had picked similar caravans clean. He tried to avoid thinking about how the legion’s property would be parked in such a neighborhood. Once the beasts had been tied off near the most rancid trough of slop, Atakus climbed down from the carts. This “business” the gatekeeper spoke of was a surprise to the Skrall leader’s servant. The prospect of the plan changing kept him on edge, and he already hated being here. “You,” the shrewd agori ordered, pointing towards Skrall. The sand beneath the prisoner Skrall was holding was wet. “You know what supplies we will need for these southern deserts. Get them from the market while I finish our business here.” Skrall nodded, his face a mask; better not to show the relief he felt at being spared the handover process. Let some other fool bring the prisoner to meet his fate. “I’ll need a fighter to escort the slave with me for the negotiations,” Atakus sneered, refusing to pick his bodyguard specifically. They were interchangeable anyways. Without skipping a beat, he began to march to the inner wall, where Fero waited in the shade. OOC: hey @Vezok's Friend @Toru Nui @oncertainty @Burnmad @Nato G et. skral., prisoner escort duty up for grabs, winner takes skrall. Feel free to explore
  6. IC: Nichou [Po-Wahi, Desert Trail] The Onu-Matoran gave Sigrus an appreciative nod. That former navigator knew how to steer a conversation towards the key points that actually mattered. Nichou himself didn't have anything else to contribute until the musician spoke. "Now we're talking -" he exclaimed. "This island has never been lacking in mysteries. Perhaps finding them went out of fashion when it was no longer a necessity, but they've always been out there." "Kini-Nui? Been done. The temples of the principles? Those were sought out and picked clean long ago. But what other structures could have the same history to them? Even the oldest buildings in each Koro, like the Sanctum or Po-Koros walls, have changed immensely over the years."
  7. IC: Long Dihunai [Ga-Koro, The Yukanna] Through the briefest of glances, the warrior could tell that her distaste for the Maru's initial apology was more obvious than she thought. Was this a lapse in self control? Dihunai would have to examine that later. If she had developed a 'tell' that was so apparent to a foreigner, then perhaps the voyage had dulled her defenses. A concerning thought given her history. "Maru, your apologies, well-intentioned as they are, are of no use to me..." Yumiwa began, causing the Tajaar behind her to metaphorically blink yet again. Assessing and prioritizing based purely on how to move forward instead of lingering on the past... this wasn't the overwhelmed Menti that Dihunai had seen panicking in the bulkheads of the ship earlier that day. Even if this Toa had failed to prevent the calamity, Yumiwa using her to gather information was an effective plan. It lacked oversight from Kentokan parties - too much trust, too little verification for Dihunai's taste - but given the circumstances, that risk was Yumiwa's to accept. Dihunai was oddly satisfied by the outcome of this meeting so far. Her gaze shifted to the next stranger. He seemed greener than his teammate, in multiple respects.
  8. IC: Nichou [Po-Wahi, Desert Trail] "Last time I talked with him was right after he fought at Ko-Koro," Nichou responded. "Needless to say, those three questions weren't on his mind," the tradesman continued before a momentary pause. "At least - he never brought up anything of the sort." "We mostly talked about you being dead and how he never found your grave afterwards. He also mentioned some kind of 'Keeping Place'-" Nichou made quotes in the air with his fingers for effect "-underneath Kini-Nui where he likes to meditate. Apparently it's a big secret and even the other Maru don't go there - he didn't go into much detail about where it was or what it was 'keeping' - maybe they trapped Makuta in there?" OOC: @BBBBalta Lekua might recognize some key words from here
  9. IC: Nichou [Po-Wahi, Desert Trail] "The 'why' will only take you so far." He paused for a moment, looking down from the cloudless sky to look member of the group in the optics. On reflection, it was a very un-Nichou-like thing to say, so he took the time to explain it. Perhaps as much to explain it to himself as to them. "I've had a lot of time to think about the 'why' while you were dead - or, wherever you were," the Onu-Matoran continued. It was tempting to get sidetracked with how little they knew about what happened do Aurax, but Nichou maintained course. "Why some of us in the Companions were 'chosen'. Why you were the one who died. Why Lepidran didn't become a Toa, and why Stannis did." "It's not worth it. Too... abstract. Does Mata Nui need to give a reason? If he did, would we even be able to understand it?" Nichou paused, simultaneously for effect and to form his words. It was the same as if he took a chisel to a slab of marble in Po-Koro: visualizing the carve he needed to make to reveal the statue it would become. Measure twice, speak once. He had slowed down for a moment physically as well. He put his hand on Aurax's shoulder and looked him in the optics. "I've always wanted to understand why these things happen - that urge is why I joined up back in the day - but it took me years to accept that I didn't need to understand the 'why' to appreciate the 'now'. You don't need to understand your reincarnation to take advantage of it." Nichou let go and continued to walk, readjusting his pack on his shoulders by pulling the straps. The pace picked up again. "We should also consider that Makuta's return might make as little sense to him or his forces as your return does to us. That new lands opening up is neither good nor bad, but what we make of it. Regardless of why it's happening now. That's not to say we shouldn't be searching - if we can understand more of the 'how', it could help the heroes who will be doing the fighting."
  10. IC: Nichou [Po-Wahi, Desert Trail] "Certainly*," Nichou shot back with a different, slyer intonation. "*provided enough widgets are involved, of course." Joking aside, he brought the tone back down to earth. "Perhaps it's a little early to start checking real estate trends. Not to mention - you don't strike me as someone who's going to settle down somewhere any time soon." Nichou kicked a slight outcropping of sand, the dust scattering as it fell. Their footprints would be swept away just as easily by the whims of nature. "Then again, stranger things have happened; supposedly Lepidran is still cataloguing bugs somewhere in the jungle. Atiel must have settled down at some point, too - I never caught wind of what he or Dece did after we split up. They could be anywhere. Now that travel between and outside of the Koros is less dangerous, the island feels so much bigger than back during The War." "Maybe that's just because I've seen more of it now. Enough to understand how much I don't understand."
  11. IC: Kihr [Burning Steppes, Outskirts] Kihr hadn't turned to watch Rezena approach. From his perch on the berm, he puffed his cigar while the Kaiakan introduced herself to the other team members. His mechanical breathing continued along at its undisturbed rhythm.
  12. IC: Nichou [Forsi] The Onu-Matoran was glad he had tinted lenses for his Kanohi - even with them protecting his optics the light was on the edge of unbearable. His gaze had been at the sandy dirt underfoot. Nichou still wasn't quite sure what to think of this whole 'resurrection' business. He had been quiet for some time until now "After the Turaga were killed, Makuta was defeated, and the Akiri had stepped up to lead, things got tense for a bit. Lot of damage to repair. Po-Koro turned inwards to heal and rebuild - made itself hard to find. There were some strange attacks going on all over the island, even with Makuta gone. Was getting scary - but the bigshots eventually put aside their differences and things cooled down." "And then... well... Matoro was killed and Ko got taken over by cultists and scoundrels. Last major gee-oh-pol-iti-kal thing that happened was when the Maru liberated the city. Not everyone made it though..." Refocus. It's all about perspective. Nichou thought back to the bitter-sweetness of sunset. "Quite the mess to clean up. So my point is - that's how I wound up getting into architecture."
  13. IC: Long Dihunai [Ga-Koro, The Yukanna] Though Dihunai held the right to speak, she knew this was not the time. With great restraint, she avoided pointing out what Yumiwa had neglected to mention. Dihunai didn't offer the correction that there were free Dasaka on mount Koshiki, who did not submit to imperial law. Dihunai didn't point out that her fellow monks were the first that the monsters began to purge, nor that these aliens had begun corrupting the dragons. Corrupted by an evil force unleashed by... the foreign 'Dashi' and Yumiwa's uncle? (What???) This Toa's “I’m sorry,” didn't cut it for Dihunai. The warrior said nothing, but the swirling red and violet aura around her spoke volumes to Leah's Ruhaku.
  14. ^ yeah this isn't a question for BZPower, that lego universe server is just an unofficial thing that I posted on this forum a while ago. Any support should go in that topic or its associated discord server where support is more rapid. Thanks @Valendale for pointing them in the right direction
  15. OOC: I was hoping that becoming BZPRPG staff would not teach me the habit of perpetually postponing so many posts... and yet... IC: Skrall [Trail, Roxtus ->Bone Hunter Stronghold, Lead Cart] Skrall had been content to let the nosy Skrall do all the talking. The story, far from the blunder Skrall had presumed,it would be, actually wound up having useful information for his new fate. He tried his best to not show it, but he was listening throughout. IC: Atakus [Trail, Roxtus ->Bone Hunter Stronghold, Lead Cart] "Skrall are not invulnerable," the chariot-driving agori shouted above the rattling wheels. "It is possible to have a lapse in judgement, such as spending more time trading in rumor than in minding your station." "I had expected our navigator of these wastes to point out that we are nearing our first destination." He pointed at a mesa to their east, and with a few whips of the Spikit, motivated them to increase their pace as he guided them towards the Bone hunter stronghold. The dunes grew in size further from the sandy riverbed. As if they had entered churning tidewaters instead of a calm lake. OOC: The important thing is: we're so back. I love all these posts, but let's actually have worlds collide here soon.
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