Deep within the beach's sands, a figure undisturbed for a very long time begins to stir. Crimson lights begin to illuminate the small tomb of what was once a powerful Makuta, now a sand-caked suit of protosteel armor with no master.
Until now.
The Makuta's body had slowly amassed its antidermis during the period of time in which it slumbered, recollecting it in its armor until he could be reawakened. The crimson light grew brighter as Makuta Sirarak began to rise through the layers and layers of sand, his body slowly waking up as he ascended. Eventually, he bursts through the surface of the beach, collapsing onto the shores with little recollection of his previous life. Supporting himself with his sand filled joints, he slowly rose to his knees.
Deep within the beach's sands, a figure undisturbed for a very long time begins to stir. Crimson lights begin to illuminate the small tomb of what was once a powerful Makuta, now a sand-caked suit of protosteel armor with no master.
Until now.
The Makuta's body had slowly amassed its antidermis during the period of time in which it slumbered, recollecting it in its armor until he could be reawakened. The crimson light grew brighter as Makuta Sirarak began to rise through the layers and layers of sand, his body slowly waking up as he ascended. Eventually, he bursts through the surface of the beach, collapsing onto the shores with little recollection of his previous life. Supporting himself with his sand filled joints, he slowly rose to his knees.
"Where...am I?"
Above, it is nighttime. The Star Horizon's crew has set up camp on the shore, the last embers of their campfire just barely glowing. Most of them are asleep, with the exception of the quartermaster Skrall, who remains sitting upright upon the trunk of a fallen palm tree, sharpening his old arena sword on the thick-plated armor of his leg. He hears the sand shifting not too far off, followed by a faint red glow shining up from below the shore that steadily grows brighter. Dumbfounded, he watches as a sand-caked entity erupts from the sand, and he immediately gets to his feet and starts slamming the flat of his sword against his opposite shoulder, waking the rest of the crew with a repeated clang. They each grab their swords and other assorted weapons and surround the Makuta, ripping off the tops of flare-like devices to fill the area with a barrier of smoke.
From the Makuta's point of view, his assailants are barely visible through the smoke, save for the glow of their eyes, and the sparks of their weapons scraping across their armor. But before anyone makes a move, Mortraz himself steps through the smoke with both of his serrated longswords drawn, in plain view while the rest of the crew remains shrouded.
Deep within the beach's sands, a figure undisturbed for a very long time begins to stir. Crimson lights begin to illuminate the small tomb of what was once a powerful Makuta, now a sand-caked suit of protosteel armor with no master.
Until now.
The Makuta's body had slowly amassed its antidermis during the period of time in which it slumbered, recollecting it in its armor until he could be reawakened. The crimson light grew brighter as Makuta Sirarak began to rise through the layers and layers of sand, his body slowly waking up as he ascended. Eventually, he bursts through the surface of the beach, collapsing onto the shores with little recollection of his previous life. Supporting himself with his sand filled joints, he slowly rose to his knees.
"Where...am I?"
Above, it is nighttime. The Star Horizon's crew has set up camp on the shore, the last embers of their campfire just barely glowing. Most of them are asleep, with the exception of the quartermaster Skrall, who remains sitting upright upon the trunk of a fallen palm tree, sharpening his old arena sword on the thick-plated armor of his leg. He hears the sand shifting not too far off, followed by a faint red glow shining up from below the shore that steadily grows brighter. Dumbfounded, he watches as a sand-caked entity erupts from the sand, and he immediately gets to his feet and starts slamming the flat of his sword against his opposite shoulder, waking the rest of the crew with a repeated clang. They each grab their swords and other assorted weapons and surround the Makuta, ripping off the tops of flare-like devices to fill the area with a barrier of smoke.
From the Makuta's point of view, his assailants are barely visible through the smoke, save for the glow of their eyes, and the sparks of their weapons scraping across their armor. But before anyone makes a move, Mortraz himself steps through the smoke with both of his serrated longswords drawn, in plain view while the rest of the crew remains shrouded.
"Name yourself, sand-lover."
Sirarak remains on the ground for a few moments, saying nothing before he slowly looked upwards. Glaring around at his potential foes, he lowered his head back down, speaking with a metallic voice that had clearly not been used for some time.
"I...do not know. I cannot remember anything. I...--"
The Makuta winced as he glanced down at his armor. It was clearly quite beat up and riddled with dents, as if it had suffered some serious trauma or battle damage. He attempted to bring himself up to his feet, failing miserably.
"If you desire to end me, I suppose you will not have much trouble in that endeavor."
Above, it is nighttime. The Star Horizon's crew has set up camp on the shore, the last embers of their campfire just barely glowing. Most of them are asleep, with the exception of the quartermaster Skrall, who remains sitting upright upon the trunk of a fallen palm tree, sharpening his old arena sword on the thick-plated armor of his leg. He hears the sand shifting not too far off, followed by a faint red glow shining up from below the shore that steadily grows brighter. Dumbfounded, he watches as a sand-caked entity erupts from the sand, and he immediately gets to his feet and starts slamming the flat of his sword against his opposite shoulder, waking the rest of the crew with a repeated clang. They each grab their swords and other assorted weapons and surround the Makuta, ripping off the tops of flare-like devices to fill the area with a barrier of smoke.
From the Makuta's point of view, his assailants are barely visible through the smoke, save for the glow of their eyes, and the sparks of their weapons scraping across their armor. But before anyone makes a move, Mortraz himself steps through the smoke with both of his serrated longswords drawn, in plain view while the rest of the crew remains shrouded.
"Name yourself, sand-lover."
Sirarak remains on the ground for a few moments, saying nothing before he slowly looked upwards. Glaring around at his potential foes, he lowered his head back down, speaking with a metallic voice that had clearly not been used for some time.
"I...do not know. I cannot remember anything. I...--"
The Makuta winced as he glanced down at his armor. It was clearly quite beat up and riddled with dents, as if it had suffered some serious trauma or battle damage. He attempted to bring himself up to his feet, failing miserably.
"If you desire to end me, I suppose you will not have much trouble in that endeavor."
"Hm. Perhaps we won't."
Mortraz sheathes one of his swords, keeping the other pointed at the Makuta. He reaches into a pouch on his belt, and pulls out a small, pyramid shaped device. He taps the sides in a specific manner with a few of his fingers while holding it upright from below, and it twists into sections that rotate for a moment, before stopping and glowing a soft green. Mortraz's eyes widen for a moment, and a smile spreads across his face as he puts the device back into his pouch.
"Or perhaps... we have no reason to."
He sheathes his other sword.
"I am Mortraz, Captain of the Star Horizon, the mightiest ship to sail these vast waters. These brilliant individuals... "
As the smoke dissipates, he gestures around to the others, who follow suite by sheathing their weapons. A tall black and red-armored warrior, a few short green and blue beings, and some tall ones of the same colors.
" ... Are a fraction of my crew. Welcome aboard, mate."
Sirarak remains on the ground for a few moments, saying nothing before he slowly looked upwards. Glaring around at his potential foes, he lowered his head back down, speaking with a metallic voice that had clearly not been used for some time.
"I...do not know. I cannot remember anything. I...--"
The Makuta winced as he glanced down at his armor. It was clearly quite beat up and riddled with dents, as if it had suffered some serious trauma or battle damage. He attempted to bring himself up to his feet, failing miserably.
"If you desire to end me, I suppose you will not have much trouble in that endeavor."
"Hm. Perhaps we won't."
Mortraz sheathes one of his swords, keeping the other pointed at the Makuta. He reaches into a pouch on his belt, and pulls out a small, pyramid shaped device. He taps the sides in a specific manner with a few of his fingers while holding it upright from below, and it twists into sections that rotate for a moment, before stopping and glowing a soft green. Mortraz's eyes widen for a moment, and a smile spreads across his face as he puts the device back into his pouch.
"Or perhaps... we have no reason to."
He sheathes his other sword.
"I am Mortraz, Captain of the Star Horizon, the mightiest ship to sail these vast waters. These brilliant individuals... "
As the smoke dissipates, he gestures around to the others, who follow suite by sheathing their weapons. A tall black and red-armored warrior, a few short green and blue beings, and some tall ones of the same colors.
" ... Are a fraction of my crew. Welcome aboard, mate."
((Minor name change, pretend it's been that the whole time.))
Sinarak narrowed his eyes, staring around at the surrounding crew. Many questions raced through his mind, however he figured that they would be eventually answered in due time. He remained on the ground for a few more moments before slowly beginning to rise back up to his feet, sand pouring out of his armor as he flexed his joints, rising to his full height. He looked down at himself, taking note of his menacing black armor and tall stature. What in Karzhani was he?
"Very well then, Mortraz. I shall accompany you on your ventures for the time being until I am able to recall who I am...now then, where am I?"
Mortraz sheathes one of his swords, keeping the other pointed at the Makuta. He reaches into a pouch on his belt, and pulls out a small, pyramid shaped device. He taps the sides in a specific manner with a few of his fingers while holding it upright from below, and it twists into sections that rotate for a moment, before stopping and glowing a soft green. Mortraz's eyes widen for a moment, and a smile spreads across his face as he puts the device back into his pouch.
"Or perhaps... we have no reason to."
He sheathes his other sword.
"I am Mortraz, Captain of the Star Horizon, the mightiest ship to sail these vast waters. These brilliant individuals... "
As the smoke dissipates, he gestures around to the others, who follow suite by sheathing their weapons. A tall black and red-armored warrior, a few short green and blue beings, and some tall ones of the same colors.
" ... Are a fraction of my crew. Welcome aboard, mate."
((Minor name change, pretend it's been that the whole time.))
Sinarak narrowed his eyes, staring around at the surrounding crew. Many questions raced through his mind, however he figured that they would be eventually answered in due time. He remained on the ground for a few more moments before slowly beginning to rise back up to his feet, sand pouring out of his armor as he flexed his joints, rising to his full height. He looked down at himself, taking note of his menacing black armor and tall stature. What in Karzhani was he?
"Very well then, Mortraz. I shall accompany you on your ventures for the time being until I am able to recall who I am...now then, where am I?"
"We are on a small island just near the center of the great Aqua Magna sea. My crew has been attempting to break and enter the great structure over there."
Mortraz gestures a massive dark shape looming near where the sand ends and the green begins.
"You see, the entire facility is buried. What you see is the very tippy-top."
((Minor name change, pretend it's been that the whole time.))
Sinarak narrowed his eyes, staring around at the surrounding crew. Many questions raced through his mind, however he figured that they would be eventually answered in due time. He remained on the ground for a few more moments before slowly beginning to rise back up to his feet, sand pouring out of his armor as he flexed his joints, rising to his full height. He looked down at himself, taking note of his menacing black armor and tall stature. What in Karzhani was he?
"Very well then, Mortraz. I shall accompany you on your ventures for the time being until I am able to recall who I am...now then, where am I?"
"We are on a small island just near the center of the great Aqua Magna sea. My crew has been attempting to break and enter the great structure over there."
Mortraz gestures a massive dark shape looming near where the sand ends and the green begins.
"You see, the entire facility is buried. What you see is the very tippy-top."
Sinarak turns around, bringing a claw to his chin as he examined the strange building.
"Interesting...I see. I do not know of the powers I possess, but I will try my hand at it."
He slowly strided over to the buried vault, looking it over and examining the walls a bit more closely. He then turned his gaze back over to his armor, looking for any sort of visible weaponry. Noticing the odd wristblade hilts on his forearms, he concentrated on them for a few moments before crimson energy blades suddenly burst out of them. Focusing his energy, he attempted to slash through the strange wall.
"We are on a small island just near the center of the great Aqua Magna sea. My crew has been attempting to break and enter the great structure over there."
Mortraz gestures a massive dark shape looming near where the sand ends and the green begins.
"You see, the entire facility is buried. What you see is the very tippy-top."
Sinarak turns around, bringing a claw to his chin as he examined the strange building.
"Interesting...I see. I do not know of the powers I possess, but I will try my hand at it."
He slowly strided over to the buried vault, looking it over and examining the walls a bit more closely. He then turned his gaze back over to his armor, looking for any sort of visible weaponry. Noticing the odd wristblade hilts on his forearms, he concentrated on them for a few moments before crimson energy blades suddenly burst out of them. Focusing his energy, he attempted to slash through the strange wall.
The energy-laced blade into the wall like butter, however it never reaches the other side. The walls appear to be extremely thick.
Not a moment after Sinarak's weapon pierces the metal, a great pulse of force explodes outward, smashing into him and the rest of the crew with enough strength to send them all flying back into the sand right at the water's edge. Mortraz spits out a mouthful of sand and gets to one knee, completely sore all over. While the Agori and Glatorian struggle to their feet as well, and the captain glares at the structure.
"Well... that's never happened before."
The Skrall walks over to him, brushing sand out of the chinks in his armor.
"I think someone doesn't want us breaking in. Someone inside."
"Evidently. Hey, sand-digger! Think you can try that again?"
A Makuta arrives. Looking around. His armor is green and blue. He is 14 feet tall and has a mechanical forearm on his left side which has a claw. "Hmm. I've never been here. If only I could find the rest of the Brotherhood's rebelion."
A Makuta arrives. Looking around. His armor is green and blue. He is 14 feet tall and has a mechanical forearm on his left side which has a claw. "Hmm. I've never been here. If only I could find the rest of the Brotherhood's rebelion."
As per Zenilla's post, the scroll appears in the Coastal ACB. The Visorak present, eye it suspiciously at first, but, after being contacted by Charix himself, swiftly salute the plant with a "lord Makuta," before taking the scroll and analyzing it...
OOC: Also, since there was quite a bit of your Rahi and sea Rahi creation going on here, would you happen to know how many of your rahi are physically present here?
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As per Zenilla's post, the scroll appears in the Coastal ACB. The Visorak present, eye it suspiciously at first, but, after being contacted by Charix himself, swiftly salute the plant with a "lord Makuta," before taking the scroll and analyzing it...
OOC: Also, since there was quite a bit of your Rahi and sea Rahi creation going on here, would you happen to know how many of your rahi are physically present here?
OOC: The image of them saluting a vine, with a flower on it, calling it "Lord Makuta" is just hilarious
I'd say ridiculously large amounts. Maybe 1,000,000 or so, give or take a few thousands
As per Zenilla's post, the scroll appears in the Coastal ACB. The Visorak present, eye it suspiciously at first, but, after being contacted by Charix himself, swiftly salute the plant with a "lord Makuta," before taking the scroll and analyzing it...
OOC: Also, since there was quite a bit of your Rahi and sea Rahi creation going on here, would you happen to know how many of your rahi are physically present here?
OOC: The image of them saluting a vine, with a flower on it, calling it "Lord Makuta" is just hilarious
I'd say ridiculously large amounts. Maybe 1,000,000 or so, give or take a few thousands
OOC: I know, isn't it? Of course, in their mind, the vine is simply a direct extension of Zenilla, therefore meriting their response. OOC: Would you mind messaging me with the details of what the force consists of and what their powers are? I'll certainly want to use them at some point if that's okay.
Also, I guess the leviathan from earlier hatched?
Last Edit: Jul 25, 2017 19:20:31 GMT -6 by Deleted
OOC: The image of them saluting a vine, with a flower on it, calling it "Lord Makuta" is just hilarious
I'd say ridiculously large amounts. Maybe 1,000,000 or so, give or take a few thousands
OOC: I know, isn't it? Of course, in their mind, the vine is simply a direct extension of Zenilla, therefore meriting their response. OOC: Would you mind messaging me with the details of what the force consists of and what their powers are? I'll certainly want to use them at some point if that's okay.
Also, I guess the leviathan from earlier hatched?
OOC: Yeah I can, sure.
Nah, the Leviathan won't hatch for a little bit still. They normally take thousands of years, but Astrona luckily managed to speed it up quickly.
Mortraz and his Skrall quartermaster stand off to the side near the water's edge as the crew hauls various trinkets and what looks to be weapons from the plundered ancient facility to the longboats. As he suspected, the Great Beings had locked a wonderful stash deep behind thick the protosteel walls. If it hadn't been for the map Mortraz received from the Uncreator some time ago, the structure might have remained undiscovered and undisturbed for countless years. Good thing he got to it first.