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IC: Taja | The Desert

"His will is perfect," Taja said evenly. "If everyone followed His virtues, there would be peace. But some don't. They want power, and they hurt others to get it. Can you blame Him for wanting to protect his children from people like that?"

She lifted her eyes to the horizon. Was it her imagination, or was there something there—a smudge where the sky met the sand?

OOC: @Nato the Traveler

 

IC: Oreius | Zakazian Skies

The sun was dipping towards the horizon as the Iapyx swooped in low over the remains of Po-Koro. Oreius frowned as he looked down over the shattered huts and flooded streets. Some great calamity had come upon the fledgling village, that was certain. It must have happened recently, for the mud still gleamed wetly in the dying light. If there were any survivors, they must have fled.

Oreius sighed. He was sick of hope. Pulling a lever, he directed the ship to turn towards the setting sun. He flew lower to the ground than before, keeping an eye out for any sign of weary refugees.

 

IC: Axxon & Tuakana | The Desert

The ground beneath their feet turned from black to brown. The titan shuddered in relief as their elemental powers returned to them. Their shambling gait came to a brief halt. Shadows licked up their arms and dug into the crevices of their armor, filling the gaps and attempting to relieve the pain of the amalgam that they carried in their side. Breathing hard, they looked to the southeast. They knew the mountain was there. One of them called it the Forge. The other called it the Tooth. They feared and loved it in equal measure. They could not deny its call.

The shadows pooled at their feet, giving them strength. They closed their eyes. Truth pierced darkness, illuminating powers they had forgotten they possessed. Slowly, then faster and faster, the pool of shadow bore them across the sand. 

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IC: Skorm (Metro-Koro)

Skorm snorted. "Maybe you can, I don't know. You'd have to ask Kei, this whole thing is her vision. Irna and I are coming along out of..." Uncertainty flickered over Skorm's mask. "... for moral support, I suppose. But I feel like if she finds the answers she's looking for, I might be able to find out what happened to me."

The interceptor rustled, and IV poked its insectoid head out of the passenger compartment, warbling. It beeped excitedly, buzzing out to meet Skorm. The Twi-Toa smiled, offering his arm. The fohrok-va landed and scurried onto Skorm's shoulder and into his drawn-back hood. It issued a rapid-fire series of beeps and squeaks.

"Oh, he did now?" Skorm chuckled again. "Let's go ask them. They're around here somewhere."

OOC: @Toru Nui

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IC: Morangad - Fau Swamp

The Tiokaha looked down at Apex as she delivered her monologue, a mixture of numerous emotions contorting his features. He understood how the Aspect felt, having been alone for so long. Indeed, he had been without friend, kin, or confidant for about as long as her. He knew, too, the feeling of being drawn to a yawning abyss from which there was no escape; though, his abyss was of a different kind from hers. Nonetheless, and as strange as it was, they were natural allies.

"I should like to be your friend, Apex," he answered. Though he had survived on his own for so long, he now felt that he sorely needed one.

OOC: @Sparticus147

IC: Ollem - The Great Telescope

As the Toa's tantrum nearly consumed the environment with its fiery fury, Ollem shrank back, nearly growing to regret having freed Kas after all. But his rage subsided, and the uneasy cooperation they shared reasserted itself. "Alright, we'll go find the Suva," he said, frowning. "But if you find the mask before then, you wait for us, OK?"

OOC: @Unreliable Narrator @Harvali

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IC: Korruhn, Fort Nektann

Korruhn stood before the bard still, his mind assessing the content of Grime's words. He knew of Tren Krom, and knew of the Ruins. How the Matoran had ended up with this band of warmongers was not clear, but Korruhn was beginning to have a suspicion that Grime may have been part of, or had something to do with the ruins. Or perhaps even the rites themselves. All Korruhn knew for sure, was that this was his best opportunity to find out, and he wasn't about to let a social function ruin that.

"Of course," Korruhn nodded, in agreement of the hall not being the best setting for such conversation. He looked around at the scene. Most, if not all of the warskaks were sloshing mugs of drink, shoveling food, or yelling over each other. A few others were still feeling the effects of Stannis' botany. Drukarus may take some notice of what Korruhn was about to do, but it was worth the risk.

"It's getting awful loud in here. It's not often I get to cross paths with a bard, and I'd love to hear another song while still in your band's company. Would you care to play me another song, perhaps somewhere quieter?"

OOC: @Unreliable Narrator

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"This spot marks our grave; but you may rest here too, if you like."

 

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IC: Sorilax - Aspect of Light and Silence - Aspects of Makuta

Location - Kini-Nui (7, 10)

 

Sorilax’s light revealed the heavy armor of ancient Aspects. It reminded him of something, but he wasn’t sure what exactly. He only knew he felt drawn to the armor design, like seeing an old friend after thinking they had died. It filled him with sadness at things lost. The veil over his memories rippled, but slowly settled. His mind moved to the symbol for Desecration, and he realized he should have that somewhere on him as well. Actually, all Aspects should. Had something changed to ingrain the knowledge into them?

And then suddenly he had the light ripped from him, sucked towards the door that held a power all too familiar and terrifying. It actually drained his body, and not just of elemental energy, but of what should have been impossible. He finally felt hunger; he finally felt fatigue. He almost collapsed right then and there. But he couldn’t, not yet. He needed to get away. To get Sala to safety. For the first time in a while, he felt time affect him fully, and he knew he had to respond immediately.

But he would not plunge himself willingly into the doorway of void. No. Even as a being of Light, he knew this void held far more power than he. It would require something more to fight back against this. Either him accomplishing his Grand Wish, or perhaps some other lost ritual on this island.

Sorilax moved away from the dead beings and finally did collapse, letting himself rest on the side of the Suva Kaita opposite the doorway. He eyed the stairs, knowing that right now he was too weak to try to fight against the wind. Sala wasn’t to be seen, so he must have already ran away. The Aspect hoped his friend wasn’t foolish enough to come back for him.

He grunted in response to the disorientating feelings of hunger and fatigue and placed his hand on the Suva Kaita. He tried to mentally connect to it, like he had with the Air Suva. Perhaps it would hold something to revitalize him, or help him leave this place.

While he waited, he closed his optics, taking himself to his mindscape. The Taboo sea was raging, the void sky hung low, threatening to crush him, to force him off of the land he stood upon. The waves crashed around him, breaking on the small piece of land upon which he stood. They swept across his darkened body, pushing it around. Even here, his Light had gone out.

And then he saw it in the distance, a doorway, blacker than black. A true void, sucking in all it desired. It hung between the black sky and the dark sea, out on the horizon. He could tell it saw him, the true him. It wanted him. Sorilax looked for cover, knowing it was a fruitless endeavor. Other than the land he stood on, which was barely wide enough for him to walk three paces, the only other object around was the boat he had traveled here on.

The cold, crushing sea knocked him on his back. The Taboos on his arm throbbed, and he was filled with a desire to reach out to the doorway. NO! He had so much more to do in this life. He looked around again, seeking to find a way out.

Sorilax noticed the threads that represented the Taboos he knew as they glowed in the frothing sea, the one for Desecration intertwined with what he had accomplished with his first two Grand Wish steps. An idea slowly formed, though for him it was rapid thinking. He had been fundamentally changed. The power behind Taboos couldn’t affect him quite like it had before. Some of his Taboos had even been changed because of him. He should be safe from their influence.

Getting to his feet, Sorilax dove into the sea of Taboo knowledge, hands grabbing the grey, softly glowing threads. His mind filled with deep knowledge of Desecration, of Rahkshi, and of Kraata. He knew details, saw examples. He felt a beating Heartlight in his hand, a Rahkshi by his side, a Kraata on his shoulder. He wrapped the twines around himself, trying to mask his presence from the door.

He felt the Taboos’ connection to Shadow, and he got just a taste of what he had just had earlier in the day. He took that feeling and smothered himself in it, keeping it surface only. He had no desire to become what he once had been, but right now he needed it to hide himself from a doorway he had no hope of overcoming.

He had to escape this place. To come back when he could wrestle these forces into submission through the power of Life.

Sorilax opened his optics, body drained, but mind filled with purpose.
 

OOC: @Unreliable Narrator Sorilax is trying to connect to the Suva Kaita.

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IC: Nale Vella - Metru-Koro

"No one likes this guy, huh?"

Nale looked over Knichou's shoulder, towards the village gate, perhaps trying to catch a glimpse of either of the League survivors that had departed.

"I don't think you have anything to worry about, because the ones we let walk also don't trust Aurax, and made it clear they intend to disrupt his rule if they can. I say we let them do their thing and hope for the best, at this point."

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IC, Whira: Irnakk's Tooth

Whira walked alongside Cravious, but her thoughts were elsewhere. Irnakk’s eyes were on her, and she retreated to her earliest, most primal self.

She remembered emerging from the Antidermis pool, meeting an elder Aspect, and her growing desire to surpass all others. To surpass Tren Krom itself.

But she had chosen to stay on a lonely island not far from Desecration Rock. Why? The elder Aspect often asked Whira this question. Whira never gave them a straight answer, not because she didn’t want to, but because she didn’t think she had one.

But under Irnakk’s watch, the reason became clear. She had been afraid. She was afraid of failing her goal. She was afraid of interference by other Aspects. And she was afraid, most of all, of what she would do if she actually achieved her Grand Wish. Would she become bored with the power? Would she be challenged by other beings wanting to undergo a similar apotheosis?

These questions dogged Whira as she walked. Her fear became rage, rage at the fear she felt. The shadows around her and Cravious roiled with her temper. What a fool she had been. She should have left her island long ago, and perhaps she could have fulfilled her Grand Wish by now.

So caught up in her thoughts was she, that she didn’t notice what was happening to Cravious. As the pair reached the end of the tunnel, Cravious made a mad scramble for the exit. Whira glanced at him but said nothing. Irnakk’s power had a strong effect on the Skakdi, it seemed.

OOC: @Kal the Guardian @Eyru I'll get an Aurax post up later maybe, but him and Saybo are just working on Aurax's new ACR so I'm not rushing to post with him

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10 hours ago, Eyru said:

IC: Taja | The Desert

"His will is perfect," Taja said evenly. "If everyone followed His virtues, there would be peace. But some don't. They want power, and they hurt others to get it. Can you blame Him for wanting to protect his children from people like that?"

IC: Whisper - The Desert

"I still don't understand," Whisper replied. "If everyone followed his virtues, there might be peace, but there wouldn't be free will anymore." 

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IC: Nale Vella - Metru-Koro

"No one likes this guy, huh?"

Nale looked over Knichou's shoulder, towards the village gate, perhaps trying to catch a glimpse of either of the League survivors that had departed.

"I don't think you have anything to worry about, because the ones we let walk also don't trust Aurax, and made it clear they intend to disrupt his rule if they can. I say we let them do their thing and hope for the best, at this point."

@BULiK

IC: Knichou, Metru-Koro, Central Plaza

"So that's why you let them go. Good thinking. With them on the loose that's one less thing we need to worry about, and without the potential for that conflict to heat up into another war. That buys me time to learn how to use San's gift, if I need to use it again in the future. As far as Aurax goes... we were colleagues, long ago. Needless to say, Pridak was far from his first betrayal - but hopefully those Leaguers you set free will make it his last"

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IC: Sala (The Far Shore?)

Passing through the tear, Sala was instantly met with a heartlight stopping chill, one colder than even the chill he felt back within at the Air Suva ruins. It was an empty cold, one lacking even the assurance of a physical object to grasp, to brace against the infinite void borne frost. But as quickly as the cold came, a great burning heat followed it as it raced up through Sala’s extremities and nervous circuitry. It seared his systems and forced a coldsnap sweat to break out across his body as his nerves strained and struggled against it...Till at last, Sala awoke, the pain and agony he felt through his transit now only a vague memory, long distant and near forgotten.

Bolting straight back up from where he awoke on the ground, Sala pressed his hand against his heartlight as it slowed its beating, finding himself on a seemingly empty city street. No wait, it wasn’t any old city street, it was...It was Metru-Nui! Metru-Nui as Sala remembered it, but before the crash. It was a miracle, one that Sala could only momentarily marvel at before realizing something, something that shot panicked concern through the Matoran’s form. Where was Avagah?

Racing up onto his feet and looking about his immediate surroundings, Sala let out a deep sigh of relief when he saw that Avagah was simply slumped over against a nearby wall, its chest cavity open, waiting for Sala to reembark. Hopping back into the ACR and closing its main hatch, Sala once more rose within the ACR, now curious where exactly in Metru-Nui he was. 

Travelling along the street he awoke upon, Sala surveyed the surrounding cityscape, the towering structures lining the refined streets that paved his path forwards, with the occasional chute pipe rushing overhead. But as Sala wandered and traveled, he was left stumped and confused. Where was he? There weren’t any great stone statues of bygone heroes or boreholes leading into ancient tunnels filled with half-forgotten knowledge, there wasn’t the deafening quiet and freezing cold or metal clangs and sweltering heat, nor even a single pool or tributary of protodermis or tangled mass of wires and cables. It was almost as if...Sala found himself in a version of the city, where all the life and personality that made it was gone. Speaking of which, where were the other Matoran? Those who gave the city such life. Why were they not on the streets, going about their daily lives, living in their routine?

Sala wondered this and more as he eventually found himself standing at an intersection , and scratching the side of his Kanohi as he pondered on where to go, an electronic brrr of noise sounded out from behind him, the sound of it being harsh and artificial. Turning around, Sala saw before him two Keerakh-class Vahki, both of which were steadily approaching him.  As the pair neared, one of the Keerakhs spoke to its companion once more in that indecephable electronic whine before addressing Sala directly in its still artificial sounding voice.

“Halt citizen. By order of Barraki Ehlek, identify yourself, and inform us, why you are outside of mandated citizen production hours?”

Sala’s heartlight skipped a beat as the Barraki’s name was said, “BARRAKI?! No no no no no, this can’t be right. How could the Barraki have control over the Vahki, over Metr...Oh..oh no. Nuju mentioned this, how the Far Shore was a convergence point of timelines, and I had to just end up in the one where the Barraki won! WHY?!”

As Sala was momentarily stunned in his own thoughts, the Keerahk that spoke earlier stepped closer to Sala before looking at the face of Avagah. 

“Initiating citizen identification scan...Processing...Scan complete...Citizen identity. NOT FOUND!”

In a rapid motion, the Keerahk leaped back as it readied its staves alongside its companion shouting out a command to Sala, “Halt! And surrender yourself for immediate citizen processing, by order of Barraki Ehlek!” 

But before Sala could even react, let alone respond to the command, the other Keerahk let loose a blast from its twin staves, and as the beam struck Avagah...Nothing happened.

Seizing the opportunity, Sala swiftly swiveled on his heels before immediately bolting the opposite direction, the two Vhaki momentarily confused on why the staff wasn’t taking effect before they too leapt forwards, swiveling mid-air into their quadrupedal configuration and giving chase.

As Sala ran, with the Vahki in hot pursuit, them occasionally repeating their earlier command, Sala realized something. He hadn’t until now been given a chance to fully see what Avagah was capable of. Back in the Fau Swamp, Sala and Sorilax would simply sneak past or circumnavigate most dangers that the swamp presented, and when that failed, a simple display of strength of the two was enough to discourage most other Rahi. But now, Sala was able to fully appreciate and experience the mechanical marvel that was Avagah, as the ACR’s systems whirred and hummed, with pistons slamming down before rising back up and motors spinning to their limits, with the electrical signals that came from Sala’s mind quickly being made into solid actions.

Within Avagah, Sala didn’t have to worry about growing exhausted and suffering from fatigue, but unfortunately, the Vahki pursuing him were also immune to such a problem. At this rate, Sala knew that he couldn’t just outrun the Vahki and soon more of the mechanical enforcers would descend upon him. What Sala needed now was a plan, some easy way to escape and lose the Vhaki, and as Sala thought of where he could possibly go, his thoughts turned to the Archives. And as Sala thought of the Archives, a shift rippled through reality, one that neither Sala nor the Vahki noticed...But the effects of it promptly began.

All around Sala, the structures and streets began to warp and wobble, soon splitting into ethereal visages of themselves. In addition, the sky above Sala, what was once day, imperceptibly yet near instantly grew to be swallowed by a churning tapestry of stars and constellations, the only hints of the previous tapestry being the twin suns that eternally held true above Metru-Nui, now planted against a background they did not belong too.

Fleeing through the now fleeting image of Metru-Nui, Sala stopped and nearly fell back onto his rear end as he swung his arms in order to avoid falling over an edge that suddenly appeared before him, with it falling into a massive churning void that materialized beneath him. And before Sala could keep on going, he saw as all around him the city that once was began to disassemble and float off away from each other, creating several floating masses of varying sizes that once formed the city streets and buildings.

Looking back behind himself, Sala saw as the Vahki also seemed to hesitate in their pursuit as they looked at the sudden and unusual shift in Metru-Nui’s topography. Yet, this sudden shift and perturbment didn’t halt the Vahki for long, as they immediately leapt back into the air and shifted into a form more aerodynamically suitable as they began to levitate after Sala, continuing their pursuit.

Not even given a moment to breathe, Sala continued forth, using all the strength he could muster to leap from one floating piece of road work to the other, and although Sala was making progress through the floating mess suspended in a mist of stars, it was all to apparent that it wasn’t going to be enough to outpace the aerial superiority of the Vahki. And as the Vahki neared close, ready to land upon Sala and the ACR he was in before at last apprehending him, the mists that surrounded them shifted, till all together it began to swirl and race as a great howling gale materialized all around the plane. But the gale was more than just a shearing wind, it was one filled with wails, moans, and screams, the faces of the desperate, lost, and forgotten, pleading to those lost and strewn across time and space.

Instantly, the Vahki were ripped from their flight paths and sent flying far behind Sala as spectral hands clawed and tore at the mechanical constructs, the wind’s grasp digging deep and viciously, though the words which with the shades were speaking made their actions seem to be less out of wrath, but rather out of desperation to be free from their own torment. But for Sala, he was just able to keep his footing solid as he crouched low, digging into the quickly weathering street beneath himself as the winds still tore at the frame that was Avagah.

At that moment, Sala knew that if he didn’t do something soon, these baleful winds were going to strip Avagah from himself and then tear into his own frame, rending muscle to circuits. But what could he do, what did he have on hand that could stop such a vicious wind...Wait...WIND! 

Reaching behind himself with his one free hand, the joints of Avagah fighting to not be torn from their sockets, Avagah’s hand grasped around an emerald green hilt and swung forth. Bringing forth to bare his own gale, the winds were sliced through by the air hatchet that Sala claimed from the Air Suva, bringing the Su-Matoran a momentary respite from the terrible assault. But still, the sounds of the windborne spirits continued and Sala knew that he needed shelter. Now! 

Frantically looking about, Sala’s sanctuary came into sight, as breaching through the churning chaos and floating masses of ground came rising towards Sala waa a Metruan skyscraper, the large structure being a hopeful shelter against the horrors of this realm. But it couldn’t come closer any sooner, as the winds seemed to rally into a singular sapient jetstream and directed its attention to Sala specifically and readied to blow the Su-Matoran into oblivion. Readying himself, Sala knew he was going to have to jump it, and so taking a single step back and leaning forwards, Sala readied himself...And bolted forth, the gaseous stream of death swiftly moving into action just behind him. One powerful step after the other, with one great stride came another, and as Sala ran forth to the edge of the floating island he was on, he soon neared the edge, the slipstream coming at his heels, its cries growing into a singular deafening plea.

“SAAAVE USSS! FREEEE USSS! JOOOIN USSS!”

And with one last step, Sala took the plunge. Bracing himself, Sala hit the window of the skyscraper as the glass shattered upon impact, and with just enough control over himself, he braced himself upon impact as he whirled around, axe in hand, ready to defend himself...Only to find a dimly lit tunnel greeting him instead. Returning the hatchet to where he had been carrying it, Sala briefly looked around himself and instantly realized where he was now, the Archives.

As Sala attempted to understand what had happened, his mind racing a million kios a second, Sala began to whisper/mutter out his own thoughts to himself, “Wait? What? How did I? What? This..This makes no sense! I was ju..jus..just on the streets of Metru-Who-Knows-Where and now I’m here in the Archives? And well, looking at this place, I’m most certainly am in one of the lower levels, the less maintained ones. Great. But that doesn’t explain how I got here!..Well, everything I just experienced I can’t explain. Was that the Far Shore? What were those things? Thing? Could I even call it a thing? Siiiiigh, guess there is no point in asking all this if there isn’t anyone to answer any of it. Better get moving.”

Turning around, Sala began to stumble through the passage before him, his hand brushing along the wall as not to miss any other passages within the glow of the faded lightstone. But as Sala passed through the halls and corridors, an odd feeling began to nag at the back of Sala’s mind as he made his way forwards till he had to stop and vocalize the feeling. 

“Wait a minute, I think I remember this place?”

And almost as if to test the Su-Matoran’s memory, the outline of a door soon came into sight. Stepping forwards with an equally weary yet hurried step, Sala reached the door and read the heavily worn script that was upon it, before being flooded with confusion at what he had just read. “No, tha..that can’t be right? How would this section be so worn? Why haven’t the lightstones been replaced? This should be a well-maintained section, how could it have become like this?” Sala fretfully thought to himself on whether or not he had read the runes right, and whether it was the dim lighting, heavy erosion, or his recent traumatic encounter making him think he read what he had read. But not allowing himself to devolve any further into pointless postulating, Sala went into action as he opened the door.

As the door swung forth, a loud screech coming from the rusted hinges, and Sala was left stunned as he looked inside to the uncannily familiar sight. It...It was his personal archival chamber, the one where he kept all his scrolls and tablets of his journeys, and look, there was even the miniature Amaja circle that he had ordered to be made in the back corner. But what didn’t make sense was how old it all looked, the scrolls were yellow with age, their ends frayed, the tablets were worn and near indecipherable, and across everything was a dense layer of dust that choked the air.

Stepping forth into the chamber, Sala couldn’t keep himself from leaving the safe confines of Avagah as he stepped out of the ACR, taking in the sight of his seemingly long abandoned home, the fruits of labor, now rotten from disuse. Picking up one of the scrolls, Sala gingerly attempted to unravel it, but was only met with the sickening sound of the scroll tearing as the reams of paper had long ago fused together, with the scroll he held falling to shreds. Blankly staring at the shreds as they floated down onto the stone floor, Sala’s stomach churned at the sight of his work, now ruined and lost, a hot flash of frustration ran through the Su-Matoran’s mind as the corners of his optics grew laden with burning tears. 

But before Sala could do anything more, an old, weary, tired voice came out, yet even in his incredibly venerable age, the speaker still held a commanding tone, fitting for someone of his position. 

“If Ehlek thinks he and his Vahki are going to take this old Turaga without a fight, then they are surely mistaken.”

Turning around, Sala was left to only numbly fumble with his mouth as he stared towards the Turaga before him, the last thing he heard about them being their assassination.

“Well? Speak! Or are you another poor citizen who has been put under the Vahki’s control?”

“Uh..Uhm..Uhg...Dume?!”

OOC: @Unreliable Narrator @Vezok's Friend @Eyru The first part of many for Sala's Far Shore Adventures.

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IC: Taja | The Desert

"Of course there would," Taja said. "Everyone is still free to make good and bad decisions. Or... even just good and less-good decisions. Just because one choice is rewarded doesn't mean you're prevented from choosing something else."

There was definitely something on the horizon. Was it Metru-Koro?

"I studied the stars because I wanted to, not because anyone made me do it. But the Great Spirit, in His mercy, allowed that to be my duty, too. I was never forced to do something I hated."

OOC: @Nato the Traveler

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IC: Whisper - Desert

"It just sounds so... limiting," she finally replied. "In this world there are no moral codes, no enforced virtues, no structure or controlling authority. We can go anywhere, do anything. That's what free will is to me, and it wasn't given by your god. What you speak of sounds like... less." 

@Eyru

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IC Stannis | Ft Nektann dining hall

The Wanderer suddenly sat up straight and looked like he had seen a ghost—something had dawned on him. He turned to face Grime and stared at the filthy matoran intently, leaning his heavy face close to Grime's. The acrid stench of old smoke was overwhelming as it came in invisible wisps with each of Stannis' long exhales, a bittersweet smell of ancient decay and freshly charred plant matter, and Stannis' head lingered for long moment, either seeing something in Grime's eyes or not seeing anything at all; his silver eyes were possibly either polarized telescopes to the soul or eons-old cataracts. 

"You said..." he said, and stopped. "I remember what you said. I'll remember that. Words are important, their meanings myriad, and you chose your words veeeery carefully. You know things, a myriad of things, and you impart a meaning with eve-ry syl-la-ble." He tapped his temple twice hard knowingly then laughed a deep, growling chuckle like the distant rumble of a far-off earthquake. "And you said—What did you say?—You said..." His eyes twitched; Grime and Korruhn suddenly realized he hadn't blinked in the long moments he was staring at the matoran.

"... That I should try the sandwiches!

Stannis got up instantly as though reclining away from them on the floor, though curiously it appeared as though his cloak had inconceivably pulled him to his feet, and then spent no time scanning the table for Gore's sandwiches and seized a pair of them, whereupon he fled away from the dining room altogether, headed outside for fresh air. 

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IC: Taja | The Desert

"You're as limited as I am," Taja replied.

Reading Whisper's expressions was usually difficult, but she was pretty sure this one meant 'incredulous.'

"Everyone and everything is limited. We are limited by our needs and desires. You want to find a body of your own, and that limits the choices you make. The Aspect we met in the temple wants revenge on the Skakdi. That desire limits her, too. And Morangad refused to join us because his power—his strength—limits his ability to be with others."

Taja spread her arms in a theatrical gesture meaning everything. "This whole island struggles to survive. Rahi kill to live. Skakdi kill for fun. Your kind seek goals that I hardly understand, but those goals limit your actions just as my loyalty to the Great Spirit limits mine. We all worship our own gods, in a way, and we live to appease them. None of us are free."

OOC: @Nato the Traveler

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IC: Whisper - The Desert

For several long moments, Whisper remained silent as she slithered across the sand. She was unused to beings talking back to her like this. The skakdi she'd desecrated in the past had been boringly obedient. She enjoyed the challenge that discourse with these newcomers presented. 

"You're not wrong," she finally said. "We're limited by what we are and what we want. But the limitations we impose on ourselves are different from those that are forced on us by greater powers. You have your Great Spirit, I have the Antidermis Pool. The difference between us is that I still seek to be free of the influence that controls me... whereas you already are, but seem determined to act as if you aren't."

@Eyru

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IC: Zaliyah - Protodermis Lake

Sands scraped and shifted under Zaliyah's bestial feet as she traipsed across the desert, pausing every now and again to sip from her waterskin. Her feet dragged deeper the further she walked, the battle of the previous day and sleepless night that had followed taking its exhausting toll.

But at least, the lakeshore grew from a dim shape in the distance into something tangible, the sight and smell off its tainted, debris-strewn surface a welcoming sensation despite its less-than-inviting appearance. 

Zaliyah stopped a few bio away from the edge, looking out at the imposing shape of Metru Nui beyond the lake. 

"Well..." she turned to her companions, "...we made it."

@Onaku @Toru Nui

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IC: Ulkarr, Reckless and Lawful (Tobduk-Koro)

Ulkarr thought about this. The Skakdi, barbarians that they were, fought each other constantly to establish dominance. These refugees, while a step up, clearly held some parallels. Defeating this one in physical combat may yield positive results.

"There is no need, but if you insist..."

"You cannot fight here." Lawful spoke up. "This is public property. And we are in the middle of deliberations."

"That is irrelevant and we are definitely not."

"No."

"Yes."

"NO."

"YES."

Ulkarr’s gaze shifted between the two Vahki as they repeatedly contradicted each other, increasing in volume and speed until someone interrupted them.

@The UltimoScorp@Harvali@Onaku

 

IC: Ostrox (Silver Sea Shoreline)

"Ah, I had missed the improvements we made to this city. Do you want to make the call, or shall I?"

@Nato the Traveler@Onaku

 

IC: Achro (The Coliseum)

Achro remembered why he didn’t sleep more often. His subconscious wasn’t overly fond of him.

Well, he supposed he should find the new boss and, well, make it clear he was loyal to the position, not who was in it.

He could have sided with those impostors who came with them - but they weren’t real Toa. Real Toa didn’t enslave other races. Granted, jury was still out on the spiky variant of Skakdi, but slavery was too good for the frilly ones he knew of.

He needed a new mask. The one he wore hadn’t worked in years. He'd ask the boss about it, once he found him...

@~Xemnas~@Kal the Guardian

 

IC: Tekmo (Metru-Koro, Northern Gates)

Tekmo followed Skorm. "I’m sorry, but what was it that IV just said?"

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IC: Navu (Metru-Koro)

"Uh, hello." Navu said, as she went up to Nale and Knichou. "I don’t suppose someone can help me with the frozen dead body in my house?"

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IC: Zaliyah - Lake Shore

"I can," she replied, switching on the radio. This was her responsibility. Pridak had put her in charge of this mission, and it wasn't over until she ensured that she, Ostrox, and the Vahki made it back to the city. "This is Lieutenant Zaliyah of the League of Six Kingdoms, requesting a pickup from the lake shore. I'm here with Ostrox and two Vahki units, and valuable equipment. Our airships were downed during combat with enemy forces."

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IC Kanohi - Tobduk-Koro

Kanohi seemed to stare off into space, saying nothing. Finally he shook his head free of his daze and said to Ardoku, “I … a great Toa put me in charge. He h-had faith in me. I-I do not know why, but I I-I cannot let him down. I cannot let the villagers down either. Too many of us have died, the war destroyed too much. I … I cannot just abandon my duty either. I … I have to lead.

He swallowed, “I know my weaknesses are clear. But I should not abandon my duty. I cannot. But y-you are right, Unity is important. It may be most important. Destiny … is hard to trust in now. For many reasons. There is not much we have left aside from each other. We have to depend on ea h other, n-not just on a leader or a hero. And … Collector realized that.

The vigilante turned Akiri fell quiet for a time, before continuing, “Maybe a council should lead this village. Many of the Vahki who saved us seem more wise than me, Arkius has grown in popularity among the villagers, maybe some of them could lead. I … I cannot abandon my duty. But maybe it could be s-shared.

He spoke up then as Kat and Ulkarr discussed, “I … nothing has been decided yet. And if Ramaka was asking for a-assistance in suicide, it would c-complicate things. And there is little I know. I guess what I mean is, if you want to spar, I have no reason to say no. Just try not to damage any of the village, or each other.

Um, and Ulkarr. I … I do want to know something first. When we went searching for the injured Matoran, were you … were you hoping one of us would sacrifice her heartlight?

Kanohi’s memory was resurfacing. When they reached the Matoran, Ulkarr had never objected to saving her, never opposed when Pardehi said she could be saved. Just let the Matoran and Klawne take her to safety, while he went back to Po-Koro. He … if he had wanted to sacrificed her, why didn’t he a make a move? Unless, unless since she was still alive, and since she did not ask for death, he did not want her heartlight. Like he needed consent. And that … that might be a point in his favor. 

Bode meanwhile said, “I … forgive me master, seeing the village collapsing, a titanic beast destroying the very landscape just with its presence, and my … my fears that my weeds could have eroded the ground, I was not thinking clearly. I do not believe I was ever told what the rumors were, I confessed immediately, without explanation.

OOC:  @The UltimoScorp @Toru Nui @Onaku 

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Mahrika had drawn her Kanoka almost immediately, ready to hurl it, her heartlight pounding. Of course things had been going too well. But then Kas cooled, and Mahrika relaxed. Slightly. Her heartlight still beat quick, she … she needed to be careful. Needed to never forget how dangerous Xa-Nui was. “I … a Suva? I suppose we already solved the puzzles of that Temple, we could try to access a Suva too.

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Kat grinned, "Don't worry, we can do it somewhere out of the way, and you guys still have to go talk to that Bode guy, right?  If I'm sparring with Ulkarr here, then it's not like he's gonna go anywhere, right?"

She jerked a thumb over her shoulder," Why don't one of you vahki guys come with, that way you can make sure we don't get too carried away!"

Kat frowned for a second, "Now that I think about it, I don't know any of the Vhaki's names.... What should I call you guys?"

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IC: Navu (Metru-Koro)

"Uh, hello." Navu said, as she went up to Nale and Knichou. "I don’t suppose someone can help me with the frozen dead body in my house?"

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IC: Knichou, Metru-Koro, Central Plaza

Knichou's train of thought was interrupted by a matoran approaching with a rather surprising proposition.

"I'm sorry, what?"

Knichou took a second to confirm that he heard what he thought he had heard, then continued.

"I'm not a coroner or a doctor... but I can repair the damage to your home from the attack. I don't know if there's much I can do for your friend, I'm sorry we couldn't stop the entire bombardment."

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IC: Nale Vella - Metru-Koro

Nale faked a smile. Sure, she'd let Knichou believe that Zaliyah and Ostrox leaving to go after Aurax's new regime was part of some plan she had, rather than just letting things play out since she was unable to deal with them at all. She would've rather had Zakaz sort them out.

"Maybe you can tell me more about your history together some time," she said, and then opened her mouth to continue--and ask about Sans' "gift" and how Knichou planned to use it--but was interrupted. The Fa-Toa turned to Navu.

"The what?"

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IC: Korio Karasha - Tactical Panda II

"Right. Understood, Miss Yumi."

Korio then leaned against the ship's railing and watched those below continue to work.

Fear of big rahi or not, they'd do something about the Tahtorak. He just hoped that something wouldn't involve him.

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IC: Jutori - Ruins of Stone

The Toa of Gravity looked up from a changed Arkius to pause his beratement. "Side...side effects? You call this...!"

It was then his optics caught the light, and settled on the silver-armored man who must have been Atamai, but changed...different. Jutori's jaw hung open, and words failed to form. He glanced behind himself at the rest of the Company, making sure they were all seeing the same thing. There was a mix of confusion and relief, if this truly was the same Toa he'd seen fall. Finally, he managed to say something.

"Well, you're certainly...shinier."

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IC: Reliable Narrator | Lake Shore

After a long moment, Zaliyah's radio picked up a staticky response. "Request acknowledged," said the unmistakably tinny voice of a Vahki. "Remain where you are."

The group figured it might be an hour or more before an airship could make it out to them, but, to their surprise, the silver hull of a ship appeared over the surface of the water less than twenty minutes later. Unbeknownst to them, Aurax's command to connect the silver lake to the pipes of the city was already being carried out, and plenty of Vahki and machinery were busy working on the outside of the great metal head. The airship that came in for a landing looked remarkably similar to Zaliyah's old ship: it was a construction vehicle, designed for tight maneuvers between buildings, not for war.

The ship hovered a few feet above the ground, and a second broadcast crackled out of Zaliyah's radio. "Remain where you are. Authentication in progress. Remain where you are."

A side door slid open, and a Nullifier Vahki looked out, its staffs raised and ready to fire. Its optics whirred as it scanned the beings on the ground. Then it beeped in recognition, and the ship settled down to the ground at last, sending up a small cloud of dust. The rear door opened with a hiss of venting steam. Zaliyah's Vahki began moving their cargo into the ship, having immediately submitted to the Nullifier's influence and received their orders.

"Welcome aboard, Lieutenant Zaliyah. Welcome aboard, Ensign Ostrox. Please identify your companion."

At this point, they realized that the Vahki's weapons were still raised, and pointing at Iradra.

 

OOC: @Nato the Traveler @Toru Nui @Onaku

 

IC: Taja | The Desert

Whisper made a good point. Taja kept forgetting that her old life was literally over. The universe she had once lived in was now floating in space, and her old home had been dashed upon the shores of this island like a broken toy. Where was the Great Spirit now? Was she still bound by his precepts? That thought brought her back to the line of thought she'd been chasing early. What was destiny, really? And who was she? If she changed, did her destiny change? Or was it her purpose all along? Did that purpose go beyond the end of the world? Or had destiny, along with everything else she had once known, come to a cataclysmic end?

"Maybe... maybe you're right," she said, trailing off into thoughtfulness.

Maybe she really was free now, and just pretending that things were still the same. Pretending the stars still twinkled in the same constellations and moved in the same patterns, when, in reality, she didn't recognize them at all. It was stupid, she supposed; but the alternative was to realize that there was nothing to believe in anymore. The thought terrified her. That was why she clung so desperately to the thought of protecting her people. It gave her purpose.

The smudge on the horizon was definitely closer now. If she strained her eyes, Taja was sure she could make out the shapes of buildings. Metru-Koro!

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IC: Apex (The Fau Swamp)

Apex laid there in silence, tense anticipation and oppressive acceptance of the worst consuming her till Morangad spoke.

"I should like to be your friend, Apex."

And like that, the shroud of shadow that materialized both around and inside of Apex dissipated, as Apex rose her head to meet Morangad, surprise within her eyes, till it turned to the faintest hints of expressed joy till determination set in. Rising to her feet, Apex rose once more, her stance no longer burdened by the weight she felt prior, as she was now ready to seek what she desire.

Turning towards Morangad as she walked a few paces in her now set path, Apex called out as she waited for her friend to join her, "Then come Morangad, my friend, our goal still stands and where we head off too is where our journey shall continue."

OOC: @Burnmad @Unreliable Narrator Apex is planning on seeking the Nui-Rama nest within the Grand Temple Ruins.

IC: Drukarus & Gore Fury (Fort Nektann, Mess Hall)

Drukarus returned to his meal, his attentionally seemingly no longer upon Grime, but to any more astute would notice that the former warlord's attention still lingered upon the Matoran, any Grime would have noticed it when he and Drukarus' gaze meant when the Matoran looked towards the former warlord, though whether it was the warlord or the dark presence he carried with himself, Drukarus did not know. Drukarus listened closely to the words which Grime spoke to Stannis and Korruhn as well as he could, through the rapture of the Skakdi in the hall, and even if the words were masked and lost, Drukarus could still make out portions. What those portions were, that would be only for Drukarus to know and to potentially reveal when he felt it suited.

But even as Stannis dashed out of the hall, another thought held the Ba-Skakdi, with only Stannis' leave giving Drukarus the opportunity he sought without risk of being overheard by the sage. Rising from his spot, Drukarus moved to claim the seat that Stannis once sat in, to the immediate left of Barius, and as Drukarus made a display to make what he said to be masked under casual chatter rather than urgent curiousity.

"So tell me...Barius...What is your intentions now with the prophet...Stannis? And why was it you allowed him and his companion to enter this fort?"

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As Stannis and Korruhn asked questions of mystic import, Barius, Drukarus and Parnassus observed the masses, Gore went ahead and partook of the feast he made while galivanting and conversing with the other Skaks, his natural charm and the fact that he was the cook granting him great praise and repour with the Skakdi within the mess hall.

But the passing of Stannis through the mass and out of the hall did not escape the jolly Su-Skakdi's sight, and out of concern for the sage, Gore followed behind them, dragging along the near-emptied pot of stew and a rotisserie Fusi with a sizeable-bite already taken out of it.

OOC: @Burnmad @Unreliable Narrator @EmperorWhenua @Conway

IC: Zak-Yak (The Underground)

"Correct. I am two become one, who is still two.

Zak-Yak heard Hahvok's words, but they did not immediately click as the mind of Zak-Yak tried to understand, till one of the voices spoke out. As Zak-Yak stared towards Hahvok with confusion and curiosity, a tired and weary look took the Mesi as some form of rationalized understanding came. 

"Zak-Yak...We...I think I understand. Like...More than one voice speaks, voices different from each other. I have voices too. One kind but scared, the other spiteful and vengeful. Yes?"

OOC: @Kal the Guardian @Burnmad @Nato the Traveler @Unreliable Narrator

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IC: Hahvok - Za and Ja Krana of Ice - Independent

Location - Underground Dead Forest

With - Marrow, Providence, Zak-Yak, Takadox

 

Two different voices? Hahvok scanned Zak-Yak’s mind. It did not appear as if the Skakdi had understood at all. In fact, it seemed like the Mesi’s mind needed a good cleansing.

Incorrect.

Hahvok was glad he could clarify in a way that would allow Zak-Yak to understand. He stumbled as he walked in the pitch black and Zal fell off of himself. He scrambled to his feet and caught up with himself, who was still walking with Zak-Yak.

At least his ability to sense distant obstacles kept him from walking into a wall, but he did wish someone had a light. It would make the way forward far easier.
 

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IC: Taja | The Desert

"Maybe... maybe you're right," she said, trailing off into thoughtfulness.

The smudge on the horizon was definitely closer now. If she strained her eyes, Taja was sure she could make out the shapes of buildings. Metru-Koro!

IC: Whisper - The Desert

"It looks like there hasn't been another attack since our departure," Whisper said, noting the lack of any columns of smoke on the horizon that would indicate a recent raid by warskaks or another bombing run from the League. "Your village still stands." 

@Eyru

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IC: Reliable Narrator | Lake Shore

"Welcome aboard, Lieutenant Zaliyah. Welcome aboard, Ensign Ostrox. Please identify your companion."

At this point, they realized that the Vahki's weapons were still raised, and pointing at Iradra.

IC: Zaliyah - Lake Shore

"This is Toa Iradra, from the refugee village," Zaliyah replied. "She wanted to make sure we made it back safely, and see the city for herself, now that we're at peace."

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IC: Zak-Yak (The Underground)

"Zak-Yak...We...I think I understand. Like...More than one voice speaks, voices different from each other. I have voices too. One kind but scared, the other spiteful and vengeful. Yes?"

IC: Marrow - Mesi Tunnels

As he walked, Marrow idly listened to the comments and conversations of those around him, and reflected on the unusual company he'd found himself in. He'd encountered his fair share of eccentric travelers and odd entities during his long life, but this group was certainly a standout. Strange companions for stranger times, he reflected.

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The Wanderer shuffled his feet quickly through the hallways of the Fort's keep. He didn't seem to be running from anything, his pace was not hurried out of fright or despair even though he very obviously was not being chased. 

Or so he thought. A scampering of footfalls—one? maybe three!—echoed behind him. He hastened more, and his previously fast but fumbling walk took a different life, one of potentially legitimate urgency under the assumption of someone giving him chase, and he straightened his gait accordingly for a new swiftness.

From behind Stannis, the ancient Toa would hear, assuming his hearing was still capable of legible comprehension, would hear the calls of a recent familiar figure. "Hey there old timer! Mind waitin' up for a bit."

Gore's voice was almost deafening in the limestone corridors but it did give Stannis the moment's pause as it was intended. The cook was fine, the cook posed no danger, and he was affable and magnanimous beyond belief as a true host of the people. But why was he coming for him, Stannis wondered. 

He is coming to take back my sandwiches, he concluded gravely. Was there a one-sandwich maximum? Had he perhaps taken them from the table without permission? Insulted some Skakdi table mannerism? Anything was possible. "No! I shan't! You'll take them back!" he hollered back and began powerwalking again.

Gore momentarily paused in confusion at the words of Stannis. Take what back? Is there somethin' I'm missin'? Taking a bite out of the Fusi like it was some sort of apple, Gore called out once more, his mouth half-full, "What in Irnakk's are ya talkin' 'bout ya crack 'ead geezer?"

"I am not a cracker!" Stannis shouted back.

"Crackers? If ya need some, I always carry a few spare saltines. I even got..." Gore looked into the pot he was dragging behind himself, checking to make sure that he hadn't already drank the last of it, "...Stew."

"The chocolate spice stew? Is that what I'm hearing clank around you like a whole brigade of knights??"

Gore halted in his step entirely, his face contorting into raw confusion as his mind went blank ". . . Chocolate Spice? It was s'posed to be spiced Kikanalo beef!" Hurt and insult faintly lining the Su-Skak's words.

Stannis stopped as well when he heard Gore's steps pause. There was some pained hesitation in the tone of response—something had upset Gore, and it wasn't the sandwiches or crackers. "No, wait—what I mean to say is—hrrrrrmmm..." He leaned his shoulder up against the wall and slumped a little, himself deflated also. "The stew I had tastes just like my most favourite dessert in all the universes I've traveled. Nuremberger spiced cookies with chocolate glaze."

With Stannis at last giving Gore a chance to catch up, Fury walked up and gingerly placed the tall pot of stew before turning and speaking back to Stannis, "That's...Weird, like really weird! How and what in this world could've done that to my fine cookin'? Not that I'm complainin' if ya still genuinely liked the food, even if it wasn't what I was intended."

While Stannis had waited for Gore to catch up and speak in person (rather than shouting over their shoulders in the tunnels of the fort's keep) he had taken the opportunity to take a bite from each of the sandwiches. He ostensibly sought to lay perpetual claim over the morsels, though it was also the first time he had gotten the chance to sneak a bite from them since taking his flight from the mess hall.
 
By the time the two men stood face to face, however, Stannis' face was even more confused than Fury's and he said, mouth still stuffed with food, "I luffed it. But... my boi... the sammaches taste like that, thoo!" He held one out for Gore to try.

With that, Gore's confusion and curiosity went to straight up disbelief, the sheer statement of Stannis being just a bit to far-fetched. "Alrighty then, sure, come on, give me that sandwich." Reaching forward, Gore took the sandwich and took a bite of it. The sandwich wasn't as well made as the rest of the dinner, but it was still a richly layered and flavorful sensation. But not a trace of chocolate could be noted. 

"O-K old man, either somethin's up, or ya lyin' to me. And I'll be honest, I like ya, but I most certainly don't care for when people are makin' fun of my food." With that line, a dangerous red glow gleamed through Gore's shades as he stared towards Stannis, a harsh coldness on Gore's normally jovial face.

The wandering wizard's impenetrable gaze met Gore's with a dead calm intensity and he swallowed the rest of his bite of food with a noticeable gulp. "I tell no lies to you, I only share my reality," he said, thankfully lucid in the face of a very real danger. Many an uncultured or untraveled Builder-kin had made the very characteristic mistake of underestimating the shortness of a Skakdi's fuse or the volatility of their explosive tempers, and hospitality and good nature—no matter how bountifully laden—was never to be taken advantage of, so Stannis chose his words with care and matched Gore's budding anger with steadfast evenness, though the faintest line of confused disappointment could be seen trickling from the corner of his crows' feet wrinkles. 
 
"There is no joke to be made here, Fury; no punchline, no zinger, only confusion. I thought—I thought you had done this..." he gestured wildly with his sandwich-free hand at the stew, "... for me. I thought you remembered when I told your momma what my favorite sweets were."

As Stannis gave his explanation, Gore took his gaze away from Stannis, the dangerous red glare dissipating though the coldness remained. Deep down, Gore really didn't want to hurt the old man, Karz, Gore hated that he let his temper get away from himself with Stannis of all people, the old man really didn't deserve it.

Letting out a sigh, Gore looked back towards Stannis with concern on his face. "Well, thank ya for thinkin' that I could make what seems to be a beef and vegetable stew taste like chocolate, but naw, I just remembered what stew we had that night so long ago. So, if it isn't my cookin', then somethin' must be wrong with ya my friend."

Stannis turned his head off to the side in thought. "It's probably the miracle cactus playing with my senses," he muttered.

"Miracle what-now?"

He slowly shook his head. "It's in a secret garden. You can try to get to it, but Barius has the key. It shows you things, reminds you things, and you can't stop it. And now I want to see the stars, maybe they'll talk to me, maybe not, but I intend to learn."

Gore stared towards Stannis...before breaking out in hearty laughter, giving Stannis a hardy pat on the back, nearly knocking the Toa over. "Hah, that's all ya had to say my friend! If I knew ya had just took a hit, I would've made something real fun for ya to eat, though I suppose it wouldn't of done much, huh? Ahahahaha! Man, wish I could've gotten some if it's making stew of all things taste like chocolate!"

"Ask Barius, maybe he'll share!" Stannis said with a sly wink as he began to walk away—slowly this time, without any sense of urgency.

"I look forward to brunch tomorrow."

"Oh ya better...Well, assumin' there is anythin' left in the larder after dinner. Hehe." Gore laughed, though he genuinely worried that he might've gone a bit overboard...Naw, the food was most certainly worth it.

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IC: Reliable Narrator | Silver Lake

The Vahki's clockwork brain whirred as it digested this information. Then it snapped out of its reverie and lowered its staffs. "Welcome aboard, Toa Iradra," it said. "You are required to comply with all Metru-Nui laws and customs. Direct any questions to the nearest Vahki. Obedience is happiness."

The Nullifier retreated into the airship and waited for the others to board. Once they did, the ship could take off and return them to Metru-Nui.

 

OOC: @Nato the Traveler @Toru Nui @Onaku

 

IC: Taja | Outskirts of Metru-Koro

"Hopefully we can keep it that way," the Toa replied. It was all she had left.

 

IC: Oreius | The Desert

Night had long since fallen by the time Oreius finally gave up his search. The meagre lights of the Iapyx were too weak to be of much use—he might have passed the survivors and not even noticed. The sky was overcast, so he didn't even have the light of the stars to help. Despite his determination not to give up, he knew the smart thing to do was to wait until morning. So he directed the onboard AI to maintain elevation, and climbed into one of the bunks mid-ship. 

Until his head hit the pillow, he was sure he wouldn't be able to sleep. Aurax's ascension, the attack on Metru-Koro, the decision to let the League soldiers go, and now the destruction of Po-Koro... it was so much in so little time, and it all came on the heels of the end of a universe. His head was still spinning with strategies and choices yet to be made. The island was full of possibilities... and even more dangers. But as soon as he closed his eyes, his body remembered how tired it was. He fell immediately into a deep, dreamless sleep.

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IC: Ulkarr, Reckless and Lawful (Tobduk-Koro)

"I am NU-8022S. This is NU-8021S. Due to the high amount of syllables in the Matoran Language, we are also known by the call signs 'Lawful' and 'Reckless' respectively."

"I will accompany you for your 'sparring' session."

Meanwhile, Ulkarr answered both Kanohi and Bode simultaneously.

"No. I was hoping that the hearts of the savage natives would be used instead, but we must make do with what we have."

I am disappointed in you. You cannot have eroded the ground, that’s not how it works. But not to worry, I will clear up this situation once I am finished with these... 'formalities'.

@The UltimoScorp@Harvali@Onaku

 

IC: Ostrox (Silver Sea Shoreline, Vahki Airship)

Ostrox boarded the airship. They clearly weren't within range of the Vahki Hive just yet, or they would have already known who Iradra was through their shared network. Or their plan to-

'You are required to comply with all Metru Nui laws and customs'...

These Vahki just came from Metru Nui, where Aurax - supposedly - now ruled. And the way they were speaking, the machines clearly considered the city to be safe territory. Which meant Aurax was already deposed, or...

'Obedience is happiness...'

"Oh, before I forget… what is the current status of Lords Pridak and Ehlek?"

@Eyru@Onaku@Nato the Traveler

 

IC: Navu (Metru-Koro)

Navu’s patience had now expired. Did Triage not tell them?

"The dead body of Toa Datrox has been in my house for hours now, before the League attack. Murdered by his fellow Toa as part of some demonic ritual. Will someone please do something about it?!"

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IC Kathrine of the Flame - Tobduk Koro:

The rookie Toa of Fire smiled with such a warmth that it was impossible to believe it was anything but genuine, "It's great to meet you, Lawful and Reckless! Maybe we can spar sometime too! I had planned to when I was in Metru-Nui, but then everything kinda.... broke. Never got the chance!"

She took a moment to look around. "Now... where should we do this.... Oh! Why not in front of the ruins!" She pointed to the cliffside ziggarat. "That should be far enough from anything important, right? And I can meet everyone when they come back out!"

@Toru Nui@Harvali

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IC: Taja | Outskirts of Metru-Koro

"Hopefully we can keep it that way," the Toa replied. It was all she had left.

IC: Whisper - Outskirts of Metru-Koro

"That is my intention," she said. 

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IC: Knichou, Metru-Koro, Central Plaza

Murder? Demonic Ritual? Another aspect of Makuta, Knichou presumed. Where did Whisper go after they all arrived in Metru-Koro again? Knichou cursed to himself, he never should have let the aspect out of his sight.

"A toa murdering a Toa? Do you know who did this? I think I might know this ritual you speak about, it's probably the cause of the crime. If there's a murderous toa on the loose, this is something we should be vigilant for."

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IC: Nale Vella - Metru-Koro

Datrox...? Right. Triage had informed her, but things had been so messy she'd almost forgotten. The knife...she wondered if the medic still had it. Had he really never retrieved the body? The Fa-Toa had hoped she would never have to see it.

"I think the important thing first is to deal with the body--dispose of it, and, if you're keen on discovering who did it get a good look at it. It's a bit morbid to say but, I'm sure after last night there's already been Matoran working to take care of the deceased. Maybe we could get a hand to clean up the...body."

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IC: Knichou, Metru-Koro, Central Plaza

Solving a murder was not what Knichou expected he'd be doing today but... well, it needed to be done.

"Can you take us to this body?"

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IC: Reliable Narrator | Nightmare Pits

Cravious and Whira emerged from the tunnel. The floor ended abruptly in a cliff whose face descended down, down into the belly of the mountain. It was impossible to tell how deep the gorge went: if either of them walked to the edge of the outcropping and peered over, they would see nothing but thick clouds of gas and smoke. But through the mists, the unmistakable heat of the volcano could be felt. The heat was accompanied by a faint red light that did almost nothing to illuminate their surroundings.

Fumes rose from the dark gorge, rippling and twisting in the air. This was an unholy place. Faint whispers and fainter cries could be heard from somewhere below the mists, coaxing the ignorant observer to leap into the unknown. Shapes seemed to move beneath the obscuring mists. The suggestions of bodies. The outlines of forms. They could be seen only for a moment before they vanished again into the smoke. Perhaps they were just a trick of the light?

The walls of the volcanic cavern were caked in ash. Beneath the grime, ancient carvings scratched out a horrific history of blood and death. Roughly drawn hieroglyphs spelled out the ritual of the Tahtorak in gruesome detail. One etching showed a Skakdi bleeding out on the ground, his conqueror standing above him with a foot on his chest and a fresh heartlight held aloft. Another set of petroglyphs portrayed the Tooth erupting in all its smoldering glory; upon closer examination, one could see a massive arm emerging from the fire and smoke. Cuneiform letters ran throughout the scenes, their meanings lost to time.

The air was heavy. It wasn't just because of the smoke; as soon as they entered, Cravious and Whira could sense that this place had a purpose, and it was ever hungry for that purpose to be fulfilled. It was a forge, built to craft artifacts of terrifying power. The heat that made the air shimmer had consumed countless blood sacrifices over the ages. The unseen fires in the depths of the gorge had devoured untold heartlights. The walls had witnessed the rise of monsters beyond number: pit-birthed horrors whose hunger knew no limits and whose hatred knew no bounds. The fumes that clouded the air stank of burning oil and rot. The floor was silver with old blood.

And above all the smoke and heat and flickering light, they could sense a Presence watching them like a vulture. Irnakk was here. His eyes were upon them. Their journey had brought them to the place of his power, where his nightmares became reality. Somewhere out of sight, they could hear bones rattling. Whispers scratched at their ears. If they closed their eyes, they could almost feel his breath on the back of their necks.

 

OOC: @Kal the Guardian @~Xemnas~

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IC: Ulkarr, Reckless and Lawful (Tobduk-Koro)

"Very well." Ulkarr made his way to the ziggurat. Reckless waited for Kat to follow before following himself.

Lawful wasn’t happy about this, but it should get this 'Ulkarr' out of the way for a while, as he was clearly having a negative effect on the Akiri. There were questions he needed to ask. Cold cases were only cold if you left them for too long.

@The UltimoScorp@Harvali@Onaku

 

IC: Navu (Metru-Koro)

"Yeah yeah, of course." Navu made her way to her hut, Knichou and Nale presumably following.

"You don’t have to 'solve' anything, by the way, I already know who did it. A Toa of Ice named Falh. He’s not here anymore, he scarpered off before the attack came."

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IC: Knichou, Metru-Koro, Navu's hut

Knichou and Nale followed Navu to her dwelling, where the frozen body dripped over a slowly growing puddle. The first thing everyone noticed upon entering the room - well, the first thing other than the body - was the stench of death, and Knichou's adaptive armor soon shifted the shape of his kanohi slightly so it would use recycled air to breathe instead of the surrounding air in order to reduce the potency of the smell. Knichou examined the crime scene and began to speak.

"Well, the murderer being a toa of ice certainly explains the cause of death. Was there someone or something else with Falh? You mentioned a demonic ritual."

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IC Kathrine of the Flame - Ruins of Stone Exterior:

The walk was a short one, but there was a notable spring in Kat's step as they reached the ruins. She stretched her muscles, and rolled her neck around to get any stiffness out if it.

"Hand to hand okay with you?" She asked the Aspect, "I don't really have any weapons to speak of, anyway..." She said, forgetting that she did indeed have a staff attached to her back at that very moment.

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IC: Vulimai (Metru-Koro)

It was past mid-day, with the sun having already gone past its peak and nearing the head of Mata-Nui to disappear once more, Vulimai at last left her hut, her resolve just strong enough to allow her to keep on going. Bronk, who had fallen asleep outside of the hut, promptly awoke upon his captain's exit of her home. Stepping out and surveying the wreckage once more, Vulimai took in a deep breath, and though deep sorrow still hung heavy upon her heartlight, Vulimai was still the captain and had a Duty to uphold to her charges. With a word and a gesture, Bronk rose from his spot and went on to enact his captain's orders. 

Passing through the streets once more, Vulimai witnessed the disparity and hopelessness that lined the faces of the Matoran. Many were now simply seated outside the remains of what once were there homes; some simply stared off out into the distance, their eyes glazed and lifeless, others sat in the comfort of their fellow Matoran, trying to process the events of light night, and others simply hide and prayed to a dead god and mourned the fallen. The sights wore heavy upon Vulimai, but her resolve only hardened even if her will withered.

At last reaching her destination, Vulimai arrived at the New Archives, the surface level structure belying the size of the underground chambers. There Vulimai waited, as soon arriving came Bronk, alongside the remaining members of the Matoran guard. There before her, the guards lined up before Vulimai in their even, neat, disciplined lines, the display contrasting the harsh destruction that loomed behind them. To Vulimai's left stood Bronk, and soon came also Twesh, positioning himself to Bronk's left. Looking over towards Vulimai's right, Twesh was about to say something but was promptly stopped by Bronk, already knowing what the Le-Matoran was going to say.

Surveying the ranks, Vulimai saw that many amongst the ranks held the same empty dead look that the citizens on the streets held, though, portions of the guard still held some form of resolve that Vulimai could see within their gaze and attentive stance. Good, Vulimai still needed some sturdy souls. Bronk essentially reading the mind of his captain, proceeded to call out a member within the ranks, one whose eyes still held strength. Stepping forth was a female Ta-Matoran, who hesitantly took a step out of line and stood before their captain.

"G..G..Guard Matoran Sara, r..r..reporting for duty Captain Vulimai." "At ease Guard Matoran, tell me, what is the status of Metru-Koro after the attack?"

Sara stuttered for a few moments, as she tried to estimate a sufficient answer for her Captain, "We h..h..haven't had the proper time to c..correlate ourselves but I can offer an e..e..estimate. Th..Th..Thankfully, no civilians died during the attack, as the smoke signal from G..G..Gree and Paya, both of whom have returned." Vulimai nodded as Sara spoke, glad to hear that those two had made it back alive, "In a..a..ddition, the conflict between the airships kept the L..League away long enough for the guards to rally and the citizens to escape."

Sara paused, as the thought of the destruction from last night still freshly loomed in her mind, all the senseless loss and devastation. "F..F..From what I have s..seen...Over half the village was damaged, with a third completely destroyed. And...And...Th..The Guard also suffered losses, with nearly a fifth our number suffering from injuries if not...if not...if..if..." Vulimai reached out her hand as she clasped it on Sara's shoulders, steadying her as she reclaimed her composure. "Th..Thank you captain. B..But...That's not all."

Vulimai looked towards Sara with momentary confusion before allowing her to continue, "A..A..After the attack, th..there was another one, not by the League though. Th..They came from underground. They were pale, sickly, some have claimed th..they were Sk..Sk..Skakdi but...I'm not so sure. The Guards attempting to fight them off b..but...Another dozen were harmed and some were...Captured...An..And...The New Archives, it was also hit, with over t..two dozen citizens being t..t..taken as well." Vulimai was taken aback by the news, as it stung that not only her own guards were harmed and loss, but her charges, her people, still suffered. As Vulimai thought, she noticed that the guard before her was near her limit, and so Vulimai dismissed her, ensuring them that they did everything they could and that their information was appreciated.

After a brief, yet seemingly endless moment of silence, Vulimai at last spoke to her guards. The words that Vulimai spoke not being commanding nor inspiring, like they were the day before in preparation for the attacked. But rather, they were comforting and hopeful.

"My fellows guards, my fellow Matoran...sigh...I commend you all for all that you have done, and I am glad that I was able to serve alongside you all. But...I give you this offer now for I recognize the look in your eyes, from my experiences in the field of battle. Many of you joined the guard in order to find purpose, to find Duty, and that protecting your fellow Matoran was the way to go. But I see now that many of you were not fit for the position, so I offer you honorific leave to part from the guard, if you so wish."

At those words, murmurs broke amongst the Guard Matoran, with many once again focusing upon the present. But as some returned to attention, a few still remained apathetic, and a smaller few simply left, silently accepting the Captain's offer.

"But know and do not fear that if you choose to leave that you are leaving your fellows without protection, for I and those who shall stay will remain vigilant. In addition, for those of you who have yet heard...The war is over. Pridak is dead. Slain by a Toa known as Aurax, accompanied and appointed as the new leader of the city by Toa Stannis." Gasp were heard amongst the crowd, for even those who heard Orieus' earlier announcement did not know of the influence of the legendary Toa Stannis, and though Vulimai stretched the truth in Stannis appointing Aurax as the new leader, she knew for certain that the wizen Toa was involved.

"In addition to that news...I will confirm to you all, that yes, Turaga Sans has indeed fallen in protection to this settlement," To speak those words stung Vulimai's senses 'Curse that Brakas for escaping the aftermath of his consequences and leaving me with his mistakes' and as she thought to herself, Vulimai continued to speak, "But do not fear, for I, Captain Vulimai, shall take the position of leader till a suitable substitute may be found. May the memory of Sans remain within our heartlights, alongside all those who have fallen as well...As well as...As well as my second-in-command...Juno."

The last word was said at a near whisper, but its weight still carried and loss struck the guards, who over the past two weeks had grown to love the joking Po-Matoran as much as they respected their Captain. In silent respect, the guards bowed their heads and held their heartlights, with Vulimai holding the greatest heart ache from the loss, the words nearly breaking her composure, Bronk remaining stoic by her side as Twesh began to fitfully fiddle with his fingers, his breathing growing shallow and ragged as Bronk took the Le-Matoran away to comfort them, leaving Vulimai to stand alone. As she always did, to deliver her final message.

"My friends...I cannot thank you for your service, and I promise to you that the deaths here, that all the deaths! Will not be in vain. I promise to dutifully serve you, the people, as I always have. Now, as one last order from your captain, to those of you who are resigning...You are dismissed. Now please a life for as many as you can."

And with that, the Guard Matoran dispersed, as Vulimai stood by herself, standing outside of the entrance to the New Archive, looking as the sun set behind the head of her dead god...One that she knew would not help them. Not now. Not ever.

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IC: Cravious - Skakdi of Lightning - Zakazian

Location - Irnakk’s Tooth (7, 10)

With - Whira

 

Cravious emerged from the tunnel crawling, body scraping on the rough, volcanic rock. As he exited, the overwhelming emotions of fear and regret immediately fell away, showcasing their inherent otherness. Those hadn’t been his own emotions so much as warped amplifications of his emotions. He hated that they had affected him so, but even with his mental training, he hadn’t been prepared. Or perhaps the power that caused them had been too strong.

He lay face down, catching his breath. He could feel Irnakk above, closer than he had ever felt the god before. He knew in that moment that Irnakk was actually real without a doubt, and he wasn’t sure if he was more scared or less at the realization.

Cravious tried to gather his wits. Irnakk hadn’t killed him yet. Perhaps he would be fine? He took a deep breath, held it for a little too long, then let it out. He slowly got to his feet, his tools, weapons, and the parts in his duffel bag clanking against each other. He tried his best to brush ash off of himself, but it clung to him like Clash and his constant the Gadunka references. He would have to clean up when they got back to the Cube.

For a moment, he thought he had missed Whira saying something, but then the noise continued, and from all around. There were whispers in the dark, and the sounds of hollow limbs could be heard rattling in the distance, a stark reminder of the presence of death and perhaps something more. Skakdi came here to die. Cravious wanted out of here. But the forging station, he had seen it from the outside. He just needed to find it, steal its secrets, forge the mask of Shadows, and get out of here.

Cravious turned where they had come from, barely making out the inscriptions on the wall. He coughed. No doubt this air was toxic. It sure stunk like it was. He activated his X-Ray Vision, cutting through the layer of ash to better read them.

Then he saw where they had emerged. That’s right, they were out of that stupid tunnel. Maybe now he could actually see stuff. He made use of his X-Ray and Telescopic Vision, optics scanning every inch of the volcano’s interior. He ended with a cautious look over the edge of the cliff.

It felt like Irnakk was breathing on his neck, hovering close, like a weight on his back, trying to push him in.

He backed away from the edge, turning to Whira, “Well, that was no mental manipulation like I’ve ever felt. I have mental defenses and it cut through them like they weren’t even there.” Cravious shook his head with a look of slight disbelief at the event, though even talking about it sent a shock of fear running through him. He tried his best to hide it.

 

OOC: @~Xemnas~ @Eyru

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