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  1. IC (NPC Broker henchman) [The Place] The henchman paused and looked over his shoulder, squinting at Enra. "Long as she doesn't make any trouble." He resumed his slow walk towards the convoy, raising his voice to be heard despite having turned his back. "Now hurry it up. You don't wanna keep him waiting." OOC: And my apologies for keeping you two waiting, @Smudge8 and @Toru Nui. It's been a crazy few months. I'll try to keep things moving going forward.
  2. IC (Broker NPCs) [Burning Steppes Outskirts] "Expert in breaking and entering, maybe." These snide words and the dull jangle of metal rings announced the approach of another of the more specialist members of the Broker's expedition: a gaunt Fe-Skakdi, cloaked in black Nakihl robes adorned with a wide collar of similarly sable corvine feathers. He carried a staff of what looked like driftwood (jabbing it into the ash-coated ground as he walked, but not seeming to need it for support), its upper half pierced in many places by metal rings or hoops of varying sizes: some as wide as a splayed hand, some small enough to be worn on a finger. Each one was engraved with lines and runes that, to a trained eye, encapsulated a variety of spells. Further such rings hung from his robes in places, together making up a motley metallic assortment that clinked against each other as he moved. "But I think you'll find that I am the Broker's expert in matters of artefacts, magicks, and history," he continued, clearly making no effort to keep disdain from his voice. "And make no mistake, I shall be representing his interests in these areas." This was Rhuvok, the Raven: a Nakihl the Broker kept on retainer as his personal specialist in the occult. Rhuvok had long ago forsaken the community of the northern Fortress to pick over and assess the more esoteric items acquired from the Broker's nefarious activities. It was a small price to pay for the generous research resources that came his way (provided that his work regularly produced results that could be turned to his employer's profit), and distance from the bickering and backstabbing of his peers was frankly a plus. He looked around at the gathered beings, green eyes alighting on each of them with varying degrees of distrust or disdain. Only Kihr received a respectful nod. "My...esteemed colleague may be leading this expedition," he sneered, gesturing in Kalzok's direction, "but as you all know, the Broker is funding it." The Raven's voice was made even more like the caw of his namesake by the ash-choked air in his throat. "The equipment and personnel he is providing represent a significant investment, and as such, he expects a full return." He glared particularly at the more mercenary members of the group. "As per your contracts, you will be paid well for your efforts. As per Kalzok's contract, the Broker will receive all finds. Every item worth recovering goes back to the Warrens, where I will assess their value personally. You will take no spoils, no souvenirs, nothing. I'm sure I don't have to warn you of the dangers of incurring our employer's displeasure." He turned his beady green eyes back to Aden. "To answer your question, the outbuildings have long been exposed to the ravages of wind and flame. But I have already personally inspected the entrance to the tomb itself, and I believe it remains fully sealed and intact. Provided that we can open it without causing any unnecessary damage, the archives within should be perfectly preserved." He gazed back towards the bare hill with hungry eyes. Set into the hillside was a monolithic doorway: a trapezoid of sandstone, sides sloping smoothly upwards, its surface blackened and blasted by the fires of the Steppes, but unbroken by them. Like the walls of some of the ruined outbuildings scattered around, its surface glinted blue and gold in places where the layer of soot coating it had been brushed away, revealing reliefs of crystal inlaid into the rock, filigreed with precious metals, carved with intricate patterns and lettering. It was a sight both tantalising and foreboding, an austere monument to the pride of the ancient Lesterin, rising from the ash that had once hidden it, no longer guarded so jealously by the inferno that still filled the sky beyond with smoke. This forgotten repository, both library and grave, lay waiting for them. OOC: @a goose @NorikSigma @BULiK @Rahisaurus @BBBBalta
  3. IC (Lohkar) [The Dancing Crab, Ostia] "Home calls us all in the end, eh?" the pirate replied with a sympathetic wink. "I'll be hopin' to stop off at the old rock-in-the-sea meself, but our ability to do so may depend on the...ah...diplomatic situation." By which he meant, whether there were still wanted posters of his grinning mug plastered all over the Port. "At the very least, we'll get ya to safe harbour on the mainland. Shouldn't be more than a short ferry hop to get ya the rest of the way." At that moment, a faint sound of breaking glass — of a different timbre to the usual shatter of drinking utensils heard around the Dancing Crab, more like, say, the sound of a Toa making his way bodily through a window — caught Lohkar's attention from elsewhere in the tavern. He glanced over his shoulder, eyebrow raised in interest, before looking back to the two men who were now confirmed as passengers rather than prospective crew (and thus profitable, but no longer of much interest to the freewheeling Lesterin). "Well, gents, I shall leave you in the capable hands of me subordinates," he said, waving a hand in the general direction of the various Infernavika crew present (mainly Yasurek — he'd be happy to deal with all the boring details, right?). "They'll be 'appy to discuss all the details with ya. But as long as you can pay our modest fee, rest assured we'll get ya ta Zakaz. Just make sure you're aboard before we cast off!" With that, he flicked them a casual salute and moseyed over towards where Gunner was already intercepting a somewhat hurried-looking red-armoured Toa who, based on his somewhat haggard breathing and the flecks of glass still dusting his sizeable shoulders, was most likely the same being who had made the audible window entry (re-fenestrated? Pre-fenestrated? He'd have to look that one up.). His ever-reliable gut told him this should be a fun one. OOC: @BULiK @ARROW404 @Emzee @Void Emissary
  4. IC (Lohkar) [The Dancing Crab, Ostia] "Not to worry, mate," Lohkar assured the armoured Skakdi in chummy tones, entirely unfazed in the presence of a man whose build would be best described as somewhere between 'tank' and 'battleship'. "We'll get ya home safe an' sound, an' in comfort to boot." He turned to his fellow Ga-Lesterin. "An' what can I do for you?" OOC: @BULiK @ARROW404
  5. IC (Lohkar) [The Dancing Crab, Ostia] A pair of blue hands clapped down on the shoulders of Suran and Frii'Glokk, eliciting dull clangs from their respective pauldrons. The spikily crested head of their Lesterin owner was thrust forward between said shoulders a moment later. "Somethin' tells me you fine gentlemen might be lookin' for my humble self." Entirely unconcerned by any reactions of surprise that his sudden interjection might've elicited from the pair, Lohkar looked from one to the other with his usual winning smile. "How might I help two fellow natives o' the greater Zakazian area?" OOC: @ARROW404 @BULiK Sorry for the delay, once again. Life keeps throwing its curveballs...
  6. Yep, no need to worry. Characters moving between any two Mata Nui topics is absolutely fine; in-universe they may be passing through other Wahi, but there's no need to write those parts of the journey if you don't want to.
  7. IC (Ageru Kilanya) [Fort Kizuno, Odaiba] By rights, a mighty tree anchored by deep-sunk roots should have been immovable to the strength of a girl. But even intruded upon by two far more powerful presences, one benign and one decidedly otherwise, this mindspace was still Shiki's, and it was her will that defined its rules. The gnarled bark shuddered momentarily against her touch, then shifted. The earth split and crumbled as the willow's roots were tugged upward, their pale brown limbs beginning to peek through the loam. The tree creaked and swayed in protest; the eyes of Kilanya's avatar widened as she felt a challenge to the grip of her Will — not from the Shadow, but from the girl. Then confusion gave way to clarity. Of course. The link. It's using the link. The willow's hold on the earth loosened. Shiki's push stayed firm. The tree moved further upwards, shaking soil from its roots as they were torn one by one from the hillside, until— Tree and lake and hill and Shadow were gone. Kilanya's eyes snapped open, and were greeted with the same sun-drenched clearing her mind had departed mere moments (minutes? seconds? the passage of time was hard to gauge in such spaces) ago. The air was calm, bearing only the sounds of her training soldiers and the faint rustle of wind in the trees. All, it seemed, was as they'd left it. She looked across at Shiki: eyes still closed, face still taut with the desperate concentration it had taken to break the link between their minds, and with it, the backdoor that had let the dark presence in. Getting back to her feet, the Toroshu reached out with one hand to squeeze the girl's shoulder. "Well done," she whispered. Well indeed. Kilanya marvelled for a moment at how quickly the girl had realised the nature of the intrusion — more quickly than she herself — and how bravely she had mustered her will to stop it. Her instinct had been right: there was more potential to this seemingly laggard student than met the eye. But this wasn't over yet. The psychic link was no more, but an intrusion of such power could not help but leave a ripple on the mental plane, a broken thread she could trace back to its source. Her gaze was drawn across the grass to the trees at the clearing's edge, to the darkness of their branches...where she found shapes. Lithe, sharp-edged, spiked and spined. A hint of purple amid the dappled shadows. A glow of serpentine eyes, fixed on her. The attention of every Dasaka in the training ground, no matter how deep in meditation or locked in sparring, was seized by their commander's bellow. "RAHKSHI!"
  8. IC (Ageru Kilanya) [Fort Kizuno, Odaiba] Kilanya's eyes tarried on the lake just long enough for Shiki to see before their gazes met once more. The Toroshu nodded, letting the glowing wireframe of her Soulsword dissolve away again and raising one hand to rub pensively at her chin. :Not the only reason, but perhaps an important one,: she mused. :The clarity of the memory gives it strength...but I sense these memories carry great emotion for you. Your emotions can grant strength as well, but only if you are their master. If they are too turbulent, that may affect the flow of your Soul. This may explain why you've struggled to draw on your energy. I would recommend—: Kilanya was interrupted by a distant peal of thunder. The rustle of the willow leaves overhead began to grow: the wind had changed, blowing colder and stronger now from the far-off mountains. Kilanya's brow furrowed as she turned her head to look back over her shoulder, towards the origin of the thunder and the wind. Dark clouds were spreading across the sky like ink spilled on paper, gradually blotting out the blue with black. This was a manifestation of neither her nor Shiki. This was the presence of another. She felt it in the air, in the ground, in the sky. But that was impossible. She'd sensed no intrusion, there had been no battle of Wills. To invade their mental link undetected would require unimaginable skill and power— :::Ageru.::: The Toroshu's avatar physically recoiled at the strength of the voice. The dark clouds were now overhead, casting lake and hill and tree in shadow, and the voice seemed to emanate from every inch of that darkness, from cloud to mountaintop to the ground beneath their feet. :::Kilanya.::: The voice sounded female, but its undertones rumbled deeper than the roots of the earth. In all her years as a Menti, Kilanya had never felt a mental presence of such power. The very sound of its voice within their heads was overwhelming: though calmly spoken the words seemed deafening, brimming with puissance. This Will was not assaulting hers; it didn't need to. It was like a Kanohi Dragon gazing on an insect, languid, lounging, utterly secure in its power to crush that which lay before it at a whim. Even in this mental form, Kilanya's limbs felt frozen by fear. She fought to rise to her feet and place her avatar between Shiki and the presence, to defend the girl...but there was nowhere to interpose herself. How could she shield against the sky, the air, the earth? :::It's time we spoke, O Rakumetsu Toroshu.::: The voice bubbled with mockery. :::Time you became useful.::: OOC: @Razgriz
  9. IC (Ageru Tazera) [The Chiisai Ryuu] :Recovering, ma'am,: Tazera responded in kind. :I left her in the infirmary. She was already regaining consciousness when I left. Medic Juro assured me she has received no lasting injury.: OOC: @Vezok's Friend
  10. IC (Ageru Dakte, Ageru Tazera) [The Chiisai Ryuu] Dakte froze briefly, eyes widening in shock as his unflappable demeanour was momentarily broken by the Toa's inexplicable decision to headbutt himself into unconsciousness. Why would the interloper do such a thing? He frowned. It could well be a trick, another illusion perhaps, an attempt to appear helpless and make him drop his guard. Best make sure. The Menti closed his eyes and reached out with his mind, not to the crude matter of the physical world or the vibrant energy of the Soul, but in the still-unfamiliar way Datsue Mako was still training him to: reaching with his Will towards the presence of another mind. He found it, and to his surprise found easy purchase as well. He sensed nothing untoward: only the numb, formless haze of an unconscious mind. So the Toa really had knocked himself out. Dakte withdrew his Will and stepped forward once more, grasping Rudra's Kanohi and pulling it from his face with a sharp tug. The would-be thief's head lolled limply, eyes half-closed. Still puzzling over this, he switched focus back to Mindarm to lift the unconscious Toa away from the bulkhead wall and carry him floating in front of him, through the bridge door and towards the Ryuu's hatch. Why knock himself out? Did he hope to avoid immediate questioning? What purpose would that serve? Perhaps it was nothing so practical: perhaps it was sheer impotent defiance, an attempt to escape the shame of failure — like some form of seppuku, if an odd and impermanent one. He shook his head as he strode down the corridor, towards where Tazera and Koso were waiting. Even after all this time, some of these Mata Nuians remained truly strange to him. *** Tazera was first to emerge from the hatch, saluting Ayiwah immediately (and with even more vigour than usual). "Commodore!" she barked, eyes straight ahead and hand still held rigidly by her temple. It would be clear to Ayiwah that her friend and subordinate was processing the whole ordeal by dialling her usual enthusiasm for protocol up to eleven. "The interloper has been apprehended! Awaiting orders, ma'am!" Dakte was next to step out, one hand raised keeping Rudra's bound and unconscious form hovering in front of him. Koso brought up the rear, carrying the hijacker's Kanohi and clearly keeping a close and suspicious eye on him despite his apparent state of incapacitation. In contrast to his kinswoman, the male simply inclined his head in a small but respectful bow and addressed the Commodore calmly. "Ma'am. As you can see, our uninvited guest has been disarmed and incapacitated." OOC: @Vezok's Friend@Razgriz
  11. IC (Ageru Dakte) [Bridge of the Chiisai Ryuu] With Rudra's focus broken the illusory smoke dissolved into nothingness, revealing the hunched-over Toa now clamping hands over eyes in pain. Dakte wasted no time in pressing his advantage: his palm shot out again, directing a Mindarm push to slam the Toa into the wall behind him. Blinded and now dazed as well, Rudra was able to offer little resistance to the iron grip of the telekinesis that now spun him around, yanked both arms behind his back and pressed his wrists together. Directing this mental manhandling with precise mnemonic motions, Dakte aimed one hand at the rope Inzu had attempted to bind the rogue with earlier. It sprang at Rudra like a snake, wrapping around his wrists and tying itself into a firm knot. Maintaining a telekinetic hold that pressed his quarry face-first into the bulkhead wall, Dakte advanced with careful paces. To complete the disarming of the Toa required a task Mindarm alone could not fulfil: he would need to use his real hands to prise the Mahiki from the thief's face. OOC: @Razgriz
  12. IC (Ageru Tazera, Ageru Dakte) [Bridge of the Chiisai Ryuu] With Rudra's grip on Inzu broken, the unconscious Menti fell sideways under the remaining force of Dakte's telekinetic tug, and slid into Tazera's waiting grasp. The Lieutenant quickly got the woman's arm over her shoulders and hoisted her up. She made for the open bridge door under the cover of her kinsman's attack in a lopsided run, half-carrying half-dragging Inzu with her. Once through the door and into the passageway she contacted Ayiwah. :Commodore, Master Dakte has engaged the intruder and I am extricating Dastana Inzu. I will return to the bridge with reinforcements once she is safe.: Laser-focused as he was on the interloper, Dakte saw (as if his words hadn't telegraphed his intent clearly enough) Rudra's free hand move in time to react. His own palm snapped up almost simultaneously, and the accompanying Mindarm push threw the Toa's aim off just enough to send the lightning bolt over the Menti's head rather than into it. He was about to follow it up with a more powerful telekinetic counterattack, hands already moving together into another practiced mnemonic gesture, when instead he found his vision filled with grey. A smokescreen. Not an unfamiliar tactic among those disinterested in the rules of engagement; a favourite of those wishing to break line-of-sight for a surprise attack — or an escape. But the would-be thief had not counted on his mask. There were those who disparaged the Ruru; albeit that it granted more abilities than the average Kanohi (no less than three), they were each of — arguably — niche usefulness, and underwhelming potency. Ageru Dakte begged to disagree. Versatility was its own form of power, and strength without flexibility could be brittle. His Ruru might never be a full trump card, but it helped give him the edge in more situations than its detractors gave it credit for. This was one such situation. Much as he had when concealed on other side of the doorway, he called on his mask's ability to grant x-ray vision. It was no Akaku; one solid object was all it let him look through. But smoke? That was easy. And yet... No change. Grey vapours still fogged the room. Instinctively he raised his hand to his face, checking he hadn't somehow been robbed of his mask...but no, there were its familiar edges beneath his fingers, and the familiar soft feedback of its activation was there at the back of his mind. The smoke ought to be transparent to his eyes. So why, then, was it still so very opaque? Then it struck him. The Toa's mask — it had glowed a moment before the smoke appeared. And the report of his abilities had included... Illusions. The smoke wasn't real. Though there were no Sighteyes among the Mata Nuians, he'd learned they had masks that could mimic that discipline...and could be dealt with in much the same way. All that was required was to break their concentration — much, he realised, as his own telekinetic hold on Rudra had been broken as he reacted to the electrical attack. Two could play at that game. Swiftly he reached out again with Mindarm — not to where his target had been (doubtless he had already made his move), but to the open door to his rear. It swung shut, the heavy locking mechanism screwing itself closed. The bridge was sealed once more. Now for another of the Ruru's box of tricks. "You won't be getting away that easily. If you wish to leave...you must go through me." With this challenge uttered, and the avenues of escape closed off, chances were the interloper's eyes would be back on Dakte. That was exactly what he wanted. I see your smoke, and raise you... His Ruru glowed once more — but this was no mere gimmer of activation. It was a brilliant outpouring of light that illuminated the bridge like the midday sun. In a fraction of a second, its intensity increased from bright, to fierce, to blinding. ...flashbang. OOC: @Razgriz @Vezok's Friend
  13. IC (Ageru Tazera, Ageru Dakte) [Bridge of the Chiisai Ryuu] "If it's really that impossible, maybe I oughta keep the little lady here along for the ride once she comes to— have her take some of the work on for me. Keeps you foreigners from pulling any funny business on me, too. Whaddya say, cuffs girl, you want a cut now—" Without warning, Rudra's monologuing was interrupted by the fierce pull of an invisible force on his arm, as though an unseen hand had violently gripped his wrist and yanked the crackling finger-gun out and away to the side, where it could point at nothing but reinforced bulkheads. A moment later, and with no slackening of the first, a second force seized hold of Inzu and pulled her in the opposite direction, with more than enough power to break his grip on her lapel. The Lieutenant immediately darted forward to intercept the still-limp Menti. Disoriented as Rudra might have been by the sudden telekinetic attack, movement in the doorway would likely still catch his attention. Another Dasaka was entering the bridge, hands outstretched towards him and Inzu with palms flat and fingers joined as if in a stance of some martial art (though clearly controlling the invisible hands intent on breaking his hold on the hostage). His mask was in the shape traditionally given to Matatu, but its glow was fading as if recently deactivated, and the unseen force showed no sign of lessening. He walked slowly and precisely through the bulkhead door and then towards Rudra, eyes fixed on the rogue, expression stern. "Stand down, Toa," commanded Ageru Dakte calmly. "The game is up." OOC: @Razgriz
  14. Hi all — just wanted to give my apologies to anyone who's been waiting on me for posts over the past couple of weeks. It's been a bit of a tough time for me and I have a very difficult workload at the moment, so I'll try to catch up soon, but unfortunately I can't make any promises. When I'm able to post I'll prioritise the Ga-Koro sub stuff, since I know that's holding certain things up, and the Broker stuff on Zakaz.
  15. IC (Lohkar) [The Dancing Crab, Ostia] Unassuming though Lumune's presence was, she nonetheless found herself the subject of the Lesterin captain's gaze. His posture remained languid as he addressed the Po-Matoran, but there was a hawkish interest in those blue eyes. Nothing piqued Lohkar's interest like things other people thought he didn't need to hear. "No need ta worry, luv," he said jovially. "Nothin' bothers this captain. An' while I may be many things, one of 'em is most certainly a well-travelled sailor. How can my humble self assist ya?" OOC: @ARROW404 @Snelly @Void Emissary @pokemonlover360
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