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BZPBoM: A Quick And Inaccurate History
Trijhak posted a blog entry in Unspoken WordsI hope you've heard of the tale of Bara Magna? Yes, the Great Barren. You can see it at times in our starlit skies. The tale's not what you might expect. There's not a happy ending - we wouldn't be here if it had a happy one. It was once one with our world, and the Great Sea in the sky, Aqua Magna. Imagine that. Our great world of Bota Magna, one with Bara Magna and Aqua Magna. It's hard to imagine such a desolate place as Bara Magna could have once been one with our idyllic paradise. We all know many of us died when we Split Apart. How, inevitably, we were separated from the Great Barren and Great Sea. How that we saw so many people dying, how the Great Sea and Great Barren were incapable of supporting life. Too desolate, or not enough land. We're the last legacy of Spherus Magna. We have our Great Empress of Earth to thank for that. When the world split, she saved us all. She took those of us she could, and found the safest place on what would then become our world of Bota Magna. It is by her rule that Bota Magna has remained as it has been for so long. For a hundred thousand years. Krutiera Magna, Bota Minor, Antrauta... we all get along. A Great City of a Earth, a City in the Treetops, a Cavern Refuge for Outcasts. That is how it has been, and that is how it will be. Don't ever worry. Nothing will change. Not even when the find our way into the Fortress. This is Bota Magna, and our world will never fall apart.
BZPower's Bota Magna: Ask Anything
Trijhak posted a blog entry in Unspoken WordsI think at this point I've hinted enough that I do plan to one day host a BZPower's Bota Magna as a sort of sequel-but-also-not-really-sequel to BZPower's Bara Magna. So now I'd like to ask you to ask anything you can come up with. Did you know: There are biomechanical dinosaurs on Bota Magna? Bota Magna is home to the vast majority of the Earth Tribe, including the Element Lord of Earth? There is an Ancient Fortress, the origins of which unknown? The Red Stars in the skies can tell the future? Some - but by no means all - of Bota Magna's inhabitants are zealously technophobic, to the point where they fused their armor with plants? The Sand Tribe on Bota Magna did not regress in intelligence the same way the sand tribe on Bara Magna did, and that they once had a city of their own? The Skrall homeland is located on Bota Magna? Ask me anything about Bota Magna.
The Other Thing, and a Request
Trijhak posted a blog entry in Unspoken WordsTeaser A City of Earth, ceaselessly expanding, always advancing, eyes on the nearby fortress, consequences ignored, for they unofficially rule. A technophobic Treetop City, standing against technology, tied to nature itself, growing increasingly zealous. An increasingly isolationist Cavern Village, where outcasts are outcasts no longer, where the Red Stars can tell the future and the citizens refuse to share. An Ancient Fortress rumbles once more, guarded by many traps and unseen defenders - a fortress of much curiosity, containing ancient technology from before the Beginning, and treasures beyond that... Strangers from the skies arrive, slowly shattering the false history spread by the unofficial ruler of Bota Magna. Everything on Bota Magna is about to fall apart. Bara Magna was no place for the faint of heart / Everything on Bota Magna is about to fall apart Strangers come from the skies: Two Iron Agori. A Fire Agori. An Ice Agori. Innumerable seemingly biomechanical wolves, and... Pick an Element Lord: Jungle Water Ice Fire Rock Sand
The Legacy of the Tūlūf
Toa Imrukii posted a topic in General ArtI decided to paint up a piece related to A Rude Awakening Bota Magna. It is a Tūlūfan Shamen-Leader of the nation of Tūlūfū from times long past gazing into the eyes of the future (i.e the eyes of the viewer). Or that is atleast how I interpret it.
Sahmad's Tales: Jungle By Night
ALVIS posted a topic in Short StoriesI couldn't let Halloween pass by without writing a seasonal short story to join in all the spookiness. This is the latest installment in an ongoing blog, "Sahmad's Tales", which I'm writing in-character as Sahmad on tumblr (are we allowed to link there?). Because of that, it references several events and encounters that Sahmad's experienced in that blog, in addition to his exploits in Sahmad's Tale. If none of this makes sense to you, you should go read the blog and check it out! I should mention that, this being Halloween, the following story is meant to be scary. I would say it's well-deserving of a PG-13 rating, so if that sounds #2spooky4u, you should probably do yourself a favor and skip it. Happy Halloween... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Even by night, the Great Jungle steams with warm, sweltering air, curling around the trees, hanging heavy on the branches and vines. Of course, the forest is by no means asleep. The forest never sleeps. Crickets chitter and wings flutter from every corner of the canopy. Centipedes half the length of an Agori crawl up and down the vast trees. Bats -- some smaller than your hand, some twice your height -- flit everywhere, feasting on a cloud of gleaming insects, plucking the choicest meals from the swarm. The forest is awake, and so am I. I like to sleep. I like to sleep because I like to dream; dreaming reminds that I’m still alive. But it’s not easy, especially as of late. The things I’ve seen... the things that I’ve encountered in the past few months have left scars on my soul that will never heal. Images are carved into the inside of my skull, and I can never stop seeing them. Some are enemies. Annona. The baterra. The screaming thing that stalked the tunnels of Roxtus. Others are friends, companions, people I’ve known and lost. My father. My brother. Aviruk, Xela, Telluris. Phantom. Her. Those ones are worse. I see them in their last moments, begging for mercy that they won’t receive -- or I see them the day I lost sight of them, the day they slipped away into the uncaring world and vanished into the void. Better to focus on the animals. The day I saw a sandfish leap from the desert, soar over a crested dune, gleaming in the golden sunlight. The herds of sand stalkers roaming the earth, magnificent in their multitudes. My spikit, and the hard-fought battle to tame her. All of these give me warmth and fleeting happiness, but not peace. Never peace. I sigh. I know I won’t be sleeping tonight. I rise, stretch my limbs, and fasten my armor and helmet before grabbing a knife. You can’t take an evening stroll through the jungle without a knife. The vines alone would tangle and snare you, sure as any spiderweb, and leave you for the raptors. It also helps keep the wing-leeches away, and a bit of moonlight reflecting off the blade can spook most creatures. I only hope I don’t step into any ants. Their legions forgive no trespass, and they’re too small to stab. The jungle by night has a strange, dangerous allure. The canopy barely lets any moonlight trickle through, and the forest becomes a well of shadows. A crunch, a rustle, a footstep could be anything or anyone. It’s not for the faint of heart, but for the curious fools like me, it’s a lovely game. I whirl at a sound -- only a monitor lizard. It glances up at me, holding its head high, before scurrying off into the leaves to run down rats and insects. Knife at the ready, I keep moving along. The shadows stretch all around, yawning, gaping -- pulling at me. Every gap between trees, every clearing of leaves presents a new path to follow, a new place to explore. After I came of age, exploring the jungle was my favorite pastime. I could spend years doing this. Once, I actually did, after losing track of time during a personal retreat. She wasn’t very happy with me afterwards, but we made up. After all, the only thing that vexed her was that I neglected to bring her along. We were kindred souls, both explorers at heart. But I mustn’t think of that. I came out here to forgot about such things. She’s not here anymore... none of them are... not friendly Xela, not stony-faced Aviruk, not even batty old Telluris. Just me. Out of all the ones who hid on Bara Magna, I’m the only survivor. For that matter, if the Wild Ones have had their way here, I might be the only one left on all the earth. Another noise, just behind me! This one sounded something like a centipede, its many legs skittering up knotted tree-bark. But as I turn, there isn’t a tree for several meters. What was that, then? Some peculiar insect’s call? Perhaps a spider scuttling across the undergrowth? I turn back, taking a step forwards. As the leaves crackle under my foot, I stop short -- heartbeat and all. A figure is standing ahead of me, just at the edge of the gloom, silhouetted by total blackness. I’ve met some unsavory characters in the jungle these past few weeks, but then again, I’ve met loving and caring ones, too. Can’t assume the worst of someone, else I’d be no better than the rest of the Agori. “Curious time to be out walking, isn’t it?” “I could ask the same of you, Sahmad,” comes a voice, one strangely familiar. Is it -- her? No, it couldn’t be, that’s just wishful thinking. But who...? “Who are you, if you don’t mind my asking? You recognize me, and yet you’re not running in panic, so that makes you a very special citizen of Spherus Magna.” “Clever Sahmad. Your wit’s just as young and fresh as the rest of you,” says the figure, stepping closer. Whose voice it is, I think I know -- but that can’t be possible. Can it? “...Xela?” The light is just enough to show my companion’s wrinkled, smiling face. Her tawny eyes glimmer with a youthful air alien to her aged skin. There’s no doubt about it. This is Xela. “Oh, Sahmad, you haven’t aged a day!” Xela grins, wrapping me in a hug. I can’t help but return the favor. “I can’t believe it. All these years, and you’re just the same as ever!” “Hardly, Xela. I’ve gone through a lot lately,” I reply, recalling my recent exploits. “Skrall are everywhere nowadays, and you know how hard it is to bargain with them.” “True. But if I had to choose any merchant to do it, it’d be you!” Xela says, chuckling. “I swear, even rocks bend to your will.” “You flatter me. Now, how is Garut? And Samis?” I feel a rush of excitement. “Tell me everything!” “Why tell when I can show?” Xela replies. “Come, follow me. It’s the Day of Chill Winds; everyone’s headed inside for the winter. You’re just in time for the feast.” The table spread before us is rich with food and wine. Grain from the Earth Tribe, rich meat caught by the Jungle Tribe, with exotic spices and dishes brought from the corners of the globe by the Water Tribe. Children dance around the table, wearing patchwork wooden masks and brandishing spears and sticks. The cave chamber is furnished with orange torches and macabre decorations. It’s all part of the autumn festival, when the tribe retreats into the mountain caves for the winter. Supposedly, the masks and decor are meant to scare off the cave scorpions and keep them from preying on the tribe as we wait out the winter. I’ve always found simply avoiding cave scorpion nests to be a more successful strategy than antagonizing them, but I can’t say no to some good fun. After all, the kids will be cooped up all season; better to get all that restless energy out of the way quickly. Xela seats me between Aviruk and Metus, serving me a lavish plate of lizard-fish and Fire Tribe pasta. While Aviruk discusses politics with Samis, I turn to Metus and introduce myself. “I hear business is booming in the Frost. You Ice Tribers had better not beat us at our own game, or else there’ll be trouble!” “Do I need to worry about an Iron Tribe army?” Metus says, then adds, “That’s a joke. Business is great, Sahmad. They’ve just struck a massive vein of exisidian next to the white quartz deposits; seems like it goes all the way to the planet’s core. Say, I’m no Fire Triber, but I’ve always felt that your ores would make excellent alloys with exsidian. They’re too proud to accept a proposal from some coldhearted Ice Triber like me, but with your force of personality combined with my tactical mind, I think we could make something great. After all, triple the tribes means triple the profit -- but, of course, who says we’d need to give the Fire Tribe an even share? That’s a joke.” I’ve finished my ravenous assault on the lizard-fish, and Xela is happy to whisk away my plate, leaving the table momentarily clear before me. As Metus yammers on about his dealings with some uptight Fire Tribe merchant, I can’t help but glance down at the table and notice that someone has etched in the dark wood a small, equilateral triangle. “Say, what’s this all about? Did you see who did this?” I ask Metus. He shrugs. “Didn’t see it. Might have come like that. You know how Jungle Tribers are -- they’ll try to slip rotting wood past you and charge you full payment. Darn tree-climbing apes still haven’t gotten used to walking on two legs!” When my smile fails to reappear, he hastily adds his disclaimer that the remark was, in fact, a joke, but I’m not paying attention. Scribed in the stone beside my foot is another triangle. “That’s... peculiar,” I murmur. “I’ll say,” mutters Telluris, looming over my shoulder. He discards his drink and kneels to the ground, whisking out his inspection goggles. “I always carry these with me; you’d be surprised how often they come in handy!” “Yes, yes, but what’s this all about?” I ask, glancing around and noticing three more triangles, all carved in the walls and ceiling. “It’s going to cost us to fill these in, you know!” “Calm down, Sahmad, dear,” says Xela. “I’m sure it was just some child’s ill-devised prank. I’ll track the little scamp down and make sure their parents give them a good talking-to.” “No, it’s... it’s more than that. I don’t know how, but these mean something.” More triangles on the wall, almost as if they’d just appeared. A tribesman walks by, carrying an emptied plate with a triangle carved in the clay. “Well, of course they mean something, Sahmad!” Telluris says, chuckling. “Do you mean to say you don’t know the story of the Ancient Trinity?” “No, I don’t. I mean, I mean to say that I don’t know the story,” I reply, annoyed at myself for becoming flustered. “Who is this Ancient Trinity, and what do they have to do with this petty vandalism?” “The Trinity?” Telluris says, and Metus says, and Xela says. Every voice in the room has spoken as one. I freeze. A triangle has been carved in Telluris’ jacket. “The Trinity, Sahmad. The three that exist, that will exist, that have always existed.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Really, I don’t.” “The thief. The coward. The madman,” Telluris says, stepping forwards, still wearing those ridiculous goggles. “They change names, change faces, but the roles remain the same. It’s all echoes, Sahmad. Just echoes of the Three Who Were, at the beginning of time, and at the end.” “Stop this!” I cry. “Look, Telluris, if I’m going to have to spend months in a cave with you, at least try to make it bearable!” A torch goes out. I notice another triangle in the floor. Telluris keeps moving, and now Metus, too, rises, walking towards me. His form shifts and slithers, like a serpent. “The thief. The coward. The madman,” Metus says. “Of course, who’s to say I’m the coward, or that he’s the madman?” “I’d call you both madmen at this point,” I say, reaching for my jungle-knife and finding only a spoon. Another torch goes out. “She is not dead. She can never die, not so long as her work persists,” say the two lunatics in unison. “The spawn of madness will haunt the world in her absence, even as her faithful work to bridge the divide between worlds and undo the mortal’s trick.Your trick.” Something tugs at the back of my mind. Spawn of madness...? But that’s irrelevant. Best deal with these two. It seems that everyone else in the room has vanished. It’s just me, them, and an ever-growing horde of triangles. “You have offended her. Harmed her, even humiliated her,” they chant. “You have gone against the sacred order of things that Have Been and Will Always Be. You, some pitiable ape who dares to reach above his station, will fall, just as your Great Beings will fall, and all those whom you call friend!” “Well, I’ve got you there. I don’t call anyone ‘friend’ nowadays; they’re all dead and gone,” I say, starting to remember. “Even you’re dead, Telluris! How do you like that?” “I adore it,” Telluris says, and grins. His smile stretches from ear to ear, then past that, stretching, curling, lifting up the flaps of his skin and peeling back the flesh. As the last layers curl off and hang to the sides, his bare skull continues to grin, still wearing those accursed goggles. His bone is scorched and burnt, and his outstretched hands are blackened and sizzling. “I know her, Sahmad, and she knows me. She knows all of us, in the end. Our hopes, our dreams, our nightmares -- we bare our souls to her, every night. And in death, we return to her.” “You’re lying. She doesn’t have that kind of power,” I growl. “No one has that kind of power!” Now only one torch remains in the room, flickering across a chamber covered in scrawled triangles. It might just be the light, but I could swear I see shapes moving up the tunnels, headed for the room, and I hear a scuttling behind me. “They’re coming for you, Sahmad,” says Telluris, grinning, as Metus coils around his arms and bares his fangs. “The Malformed will have you. The Screamer, the Bloody One, the Gateway. They crawl under the Spawn of Fear’s banner, and they see you. They feel you. They will find you, Sahmad, they will claim you, and they will drag you down into the fate you so richly deserve!” My back hits the wall. There’s nowhere I can go. Telluris and Metus stand before me; the creatures coming through the tunnels are almost visible; the last torch sputters and prepares to die. I look down. Another triangle, this one carved around me. I’m standing in it. As I look down, its edges move inwards, erasing rock and stone where they go, opening up an empty void. I reach out, try to grab something, anything, but I grab only scorching mist -- and I fall. I wake, mouth panting, heart pounding, slicked in sweat. Despite the jungle’s vibrant air, I feel a terrible chill in my veins. A soft orange glow spreads from one horizon. Good -- daylight is here. I might as well get up; I’m certainly not doing any more sleep, not after that hellish ordeal. My limbs quiver as I stand and take shaky steps down the path, and my fingers twitch, tapping my knife-hilt: rat-tat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat-tat. I try to control my breathing. Everything is safe. The sun is rising, the monkeys are howling. The heat must be getting to me, that’s what it is. Well, it’s not the heat, it’s the humidity. 100,000 years in a desert leaves a body woefully unprepared to face this kind of environment. The drastic change must have brought on a mock fever. Or perhaps I have caught something; who’s to say that Water Tribe healer practiced proper sanitation? Maybe my wound from the Dark Hunters has developed gangrene. No, probably just climate shock; no need to overthink it. The stream babbles in front of me, and I see six-legged silverfish leaping from the waters, frolicking in the growing sunlight. The sight calms a weary mind. The danger has passed; it was only a fevered fiction in my mind. Annona is dead, or just as well, and there’s nothing she can do about it. It’s time to wash up and go back to work on the memorial stones. I kneel down before the stream, unclasp my helmet, and glance down at my reflection. I pause. There’s a scratch on my cheek. I lean in closer to inspect it, and -- The face staring back at me isn’t mine. It can’t be mine. After all, my face isn’t covered entirely in tiny, equilateral triangles. A screaming noise begins to echo in the back of my mind, building, intensifying to a keening pitch. It takes me several moments to realize it’s coming from me. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Please give reviews and constructive criticisms below! If you liked the story, you should check out "Sahmad's Tales" to find more of the same. I intend to post "Last Respects", the tale of Sahmad's journey through Bota Magna, in the coming weeks, if the fates align, and I have at least one more story arc planned for afterwards. Thank you, and Happy Halloween!
The three shall be one...
silo posted a topic in General ArtMy first art post on BZPower - there's a link to my deviantART page in my sig. just a series of two paintings/drawings showing the three planets and the one planet. The three planets: See it on deviantART Spherus Magna: See it on deviantART Anyway, tell me what you think of my first art post on BZP
On the origin of the Skrall
MasterweaverX posted a topic in Bionicle Storyline & TheoriesThe following theory is developed off two basic assumptions: 1. No character participated in the Core War unless it was explicitly stated in some canon source. If a source says "the rock tribe" or "jungle Glatorian," that does not include Tuma or Gresh, only the rock tribe and jungle Glatorian of that time. 2. Any identical names that existed in the Core War era can be claimed to be ancestors of the current characters bearing those names unless the current characters bearing those names explicitly state "I remember this." ---- At some point during the development of Mata Nui, the Great Beings developed a substance/method/device, hereafter referred to as Immortalis. This substance/method/device would induce genetic immortality into an individual, though it would not protect against disease or slaughter, but only old age. After the shattering, they offered to use Immortalis on the Glatorian and Agori of Bara Magna ((being unable to use it on Bota Magna for whatever reason)). The majority of the tribes accepted the offer, with two exceptions: the sand tribe, who did not want further experiments to be run on them, and the rock tribe, who claimed they would endure the desert. While the other tribes stopped reproducing after a few generations, due to lack of resources to support a growing immortal population, the rock tribe and the sand tribe continued to breed as per natural. However, upon witnessing the sand tribe descend into feral instincts, the rock tribe glatorian and agori agreed to maintain a caste system to keep themselves from falling to such madness. The splitting of family lines, as well as limiting breeding to "successful" individuals, gradually transformed the rock tribe Glatorian into the Skrall and, further, into the three genetically divergent branches of the skrall. The agori were limited to service works, although some would later split off in protest of their treatment and develop into the bone hunters. Female skrall were, initially, part of this caste system as well. However, over the generations they would be relegated to serving only as breeders, something that they disagreed with extremely. At some point a few of them would be approached by Anonna disguised as Angonce, who would induce psychic powers on a genetic level; the psychich skrall would attempt to use their ability to wrest control of the rock tribe from the males, only to cause reactionary witch hunts that ironically enough led to the deaths of all nonpsychic females. From that point onward, the female skrall kept to themselves, only returning when their numbers were low or to drop off a male skrall and always operating under a cloak of projected control. Thoughts?
fishers64 posted a topic in Bionicle Storyline & TheoriesOver time, languages usually change. For example, in English, "thou" changed to "you", "nought" and "sought" fell out of use, and "shall" is mostly used in formal contexts these days, largely replaced by "will". After 100,000 years of language isolation, shouldn't Bara and Bota Magna inhabitants have some marked language differences? Perhaps not enough to inhibit communication entirely, but enough that the characters would notice it? Why didn't Gelu notice this in his conversation with Kabrua?
BBCC #64: Lagerus
Click posted a topic in Bionicle-Based CreationsSo, my first Bricklink order (coincidentally, he lived right by my school ), buying Breez from Brain Attack (awesome set by the way), two nights of missing homework later, and tons of photo editing, I finally got my entry for BBCC #64: Furryous Fighters done: Lagerus ^Link to Gallery^ Deeplinks below (also a pretty awesome banner, if I do say so myself) A bit of backstory: Lagerus was a novice Glatorian who got his first experience fighting in the Core War under the Elemental Lord of Jungle. He managed to survive, and relocated to what would become Bota Magna when the Shattering occured. He and a few other surviving Jungle Glatorian formed a new Jungle Tribe. To contest for food with the other tribes, the Jungle Tribe took on armor based on the native creatures, colored to blend into their native jungle. Lagerus took on the guise of some of the smaller species of biomechanical dinosaurs and improved his spear skills. By the time Spherus Magna was reformed, he had become a prominent fighter in his tribe, often put in charge of battalions of Glatorian in the tribal wars. He quickly joined with the Bara Magna Glatorian in rebuilding, but still spent most of his time as a loner in the jungles that had become his home. Entry Pic The background is from Spamic on a popular art site, used with permission. That editing took forever though! I think this is my largest and best MOC yet, and I'm pretty proud of how it turned out, even if a lot of the other entries are very cool as well. Front I think I've got some pretty good part usage in here, and I'm proud of the armoring on him. I particularly like the chest and torso armor. If you can't tell, he's based on various types of lizard and gecko, as you can see in the hands, feet, body proportion, and sort of helmet. Angle Some more cool details Side I also rather like the leg design, as it took me the most time to figure out. It took me most of my first day of MOCing to figure out how I wanted to finish up the legs. Back His back also has a place to store his spear. Head Detail: 1 2 His helmet is actually a backwards helmet from Speeda Demon, and then some spikes through the eyes to make him a little more lizard-like. Hand Detail: 1 2 The hand design was my biggest challenge for the photoshoot. It's not nearly as stable as it looks, but it looks very lizard-like, and really helps the overall look. Leg Detail As I said, love it! Spear Detail That Nynrah Ghost Blaster Ammo was pretty much the closest thing I could find to a lizard head mixed with a speartip, to get something like Vastus' spear, and it turned out pretty good. Skeleton: Front Side Back Just because pictures like this (especially Chro's, thanks) kept me inspired through this, and gave me a lot of ideas I needed to build something larger than normal. Hopefully it inspires someone as much as other people's inspired me. So, that concludes that. Hope you guys like it, feel free to leave comments, critism, etc. Best of luck to you all in the contest!
Tales Of Bota MagnaReview Topic -> http://www.bzpower.c...?showtopic=4843 Introduction Hey everyone, I’ve always been very interested in the mysterious third planet in the Bionicle series, Bota Magna. We’ve never really heard much about this planet, and pretty much only know it once orbited Bara Magna, was part of Spherus Magna and was later drawn to Bara Magna to reform Spherus Magna, and that it was a Jungle Planet. So I decided to write a series about it, it’s going to be in the same alternate universe as my other series, Shadows of Miserix, and at some point I may even have crossovers between the two series, I hope you enjoy, The Tales of Bota Magna. Chapter 1 Acon, an Agori of the Jungle Tribe, sat as he remembered what had happened 37,000 years ago, it felt like it had been yesterday. He and his friends had been searching for shells at a beach, and they had gone into a strange cave, suddenly they heard a loud crack, and they went outside the cave. They were shocked to find that the ground had begun to crack, Acon’s best friend, Tarduk, had rushed out to find a frantic Agori of the water tribe who had fallen into the crack, he had managed to pull her out, but as he did, the ground split even more, and Tarduk was stuck on one side, with Acon on the other. Acon watched as Tarduk grew smaller and smaller, until finally he couldn’t see him anymore. Later he found out that a large piece of Spherus Magna had broken off from the rest of the planet, now renamed Bota Magna. Acon and his friends along with several members of the Iron Tribe and the Sand Tribe had rebuilt their homes. The Iron Tribe stayed near the Jungle Tribe camp, but the Sand Tribe liked to keep to themselves on the other side of the massive Karzahni Jungle. Recently, he had heard that the Sand Tribe had been seen even less than usual, and Acon wanted to know why. He had gathered a few others, two of his friends from the Jungle Tribe, Lanok and Parea, as well as a friend from the Iron Tribe, Blaneous. He stared as Parea walked over, and Acon found himself drooling at her, he slapped his hand over his mouth and said to himself, “Don’t make a fool out of yourself, you want her to like you, not think you’re an cool dude.” She stared at him and said, “Hi.” He mumbled, “Oh, uh, hi Parea, um, nice to see you, your, err, legs look great!” she stared at him and he slapped his forehead. Suddenly before either of them can say anything, Lanok walked over and said, “Hey! Are we all set? Can we go now? Huh? Can we?!” Acon tries to speak, but Parea says, “We’re still waiting for Blaneous.” Suddenly, as if on cue, Blaneous, along with two other figures, walked over. He says, “Hey guys, sorry I’m later, I’d like you to meet Telluris and Sahmad, they asked me if they could come along”…
Tales Of Bota Magna Review TopicTales of Bota Magna -> http://www.bzpower.com/board/index.php?showtopic=4842Go ahead and tell me what you think! Don't be afraid to be a critique, I'm looking for all the advice I can get!