This large, domed building has been constructed of the smoothest white marble. A pair of colossal double doors open to the south, doors that are almost always propped open to allow free entry to those who seek it. Upon journeying inside, one is met with a fantastically ornate interior, that same marble being positively coated in the most elaborate carvings, most of which are edged in gold.
On the floor underneath the main dome is the symbol for Light, ironically fashioned out of obsidian. To the side of each aisle are small rooms for those who wish to meditate in silence. The building itself generally has visitors at all hours, seeing as the night doesn't come in this Wahi.
A white-hot shape streaks through the sky. Its origin: the mind. Its destination: Aluxa.
This individual had died about two years ago. He was killed in the very headquarters of the allied Toa forces by Inharax. It was a mental battle that was fought hard, but swiftly. This one simply had not the mind to contend with that of Inharax.
The shape, as it came closer, was revealed to be that of a Toa, wearing a Kualsi fitted with a scope. This was only for a brief second, however, as he then crashed outside the cathedral, creating a smallish crater in the ground.
When he arose, his mask was cracked. No matter, it could be repaired. He had to find Inharax... He looked to his left and right, surveying his surroundings and noting the terrified Matoran and shocked Toa -- along with some clearly more organic versions of Toa and Matoran.
He could find Inharax, but first, he had to figure out where he was.
Ponuvatron enters out of curiosity, silently wandering around so not as to disturb anyone.
A couple of beings bow politely as they exit, but the majority seem not to notice him. A single Matoran stands before a small plinth, paging through a gold-leafed and leather-bound book. The atmosphere as a whole is one of quiet contemplation.
A white-hot shape streaks through the sky. Its origin: the mind. Its destination: Aluxa.
This individual had died about two years ago. He was killed in the very headquarters of the allied Toa forces by Inharax. It was a mental battle that was fought hard, but swiftly. This one simply had not the mind to contend with that of Inharax.
The shape, as it came closer, was revealed to be that of a Toa, wearing a Kualsi fitted with a scope. This was only for a brief second, however, as he then crashed outside the cathedral, creating a smallish crater in the ground.
When he arose, his mask was cracked. No matter, it could be repaired. He had to find Inharax... He looked to his left and right, surveying his surroundings and noting the terrified Matoran and shocked Toa -- along with some clearly more organic versions of Toa and Matoran.
He could find Inharax, but first, he had to figure out where he was.
A guard stationed nearby and a passing Rahkshi of Purity rushed over. Both were quite surprised when the crash victim simply stood, seemingly unharmed.
The guard, baffled, shook his head. "Can I help you, sir?"
A white-hot shape streaks through the sky. Its origin: the mind. Its destination: Aluxa.
This individual had died about two years ago. He was killed in the very headquarters of the allied Toa forces by Inharax. It was a mental battle that was fought hard, but swiftly. This one simply had not the mind to contend with that of Inharax.
The shape, as it came closer, was revealed to be that of a Toa, wearing a Kualsi fitted with a scope. This was only for a brief second, however, as he then crashed outside the cathedral, creating a smallish crater in the ground.
When he arose, his mask was cracked. No matter, it could be repaired. He had to find Inharax... He looked to his left and right, surveying his surroundings and noting the terrified Matoran and shocked Toa -- along with some clearly more organic versions of Toa and Matoran.
He could find Inharax, but first, he had to figure out where he was.
A guard stationed nearby and a passing Rahkshi of Purity rushed over. Both were quite surprised when the crash victim simply stood, seemingly unharmed.
The guard, baffled, shook his head. "Can I help you, sir?"
"Uh... yeah." Argai put a hand to his head, still recovering and disoriented. "Where am I?"
"I'm not sure myself, actually. I'm not sure who I really am. I know I'm not Toa Argai. I mean, heh, I'm supposed to be dead."
The guard leaned on his shield. "You look pretty sprightly for a dead guy." He paused for a moment, staring at the Toa. "Can I help in some way? You seem to think yourself in a spot of bother."
"I'm not sure myself, actually. I'm not sure who I really am. I know I'm not Toa Argai. I mean, heh, I'm supposed to be dead."
The guard leaned on his shield. "You look pretty sprightly for a dead guy." He paused for a moment, staring at the Toa. "Can I help in some way? You seem to think yourself in a spot of bother."
"I'm not sure who that is. A moment, please." He turned questioningly to the Oathsworn, still at her post on the corner. Their connection went quiet for a moment, then surged back as she received an answer.
A Makuta. Came in to talk with the Lorekeeper. Gone now.
The guard spun back to face Argai. "I am told that he left the city a while ago. Why does he concern you?"
The Oathsworn's head twitched around to regard the two, one hand moving up to her robe and settling on her left shoulder.
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"I'm not sure who that is. A moment, please." He turned questioningly to the Oathsworn, still at her post on the corner. Their connection went quiet for a moment, then surged back as she received an answer.
A Makuta. Came in to talk with the Lorekeeper. Gone now.
The guard spun back to face Argai. "I am told that he left the city a while ago. Why does he concern you?"
The Oathsworn's head twitched around to regard the two, one hand moving up to her robe and settling on her left shoulder.
"He's an old... enemy of mine. You could say we've been conflicting for our whole lives. As long as he's still around, he's a threat to existence. In fact, actually, who is in charge here? if Inharax was here, he no doubt decided to talk to the local Turaga. I need to warn him."
"He's an old... enemy of mine. You could say we've been conflicting for our whole lives. As long as he's still around, he's a threat to existence. In fact, actually, who is in charge here? if Inharax was here, he no doubt decided to talk to the local Turaga. I need to warn him."
The guardsman relaxed as the Oathsworn silently confirmed the truth of the Toa's words.
"We don't have Turaga, persay. Our society has two Av-Makuta who advise the people and deal with foreign powers. Let me see..."
After a moment of telepathic discussion with the Oathsworn, he continued. "One of them spoke to Inharax longer than the other. You'll want to meet with him. Please, follow me."
He started off towards the large sphere looming above the surrounding buildings, checking to make sure the Toa was following.
"He's an old... enemy of mine. You could say we've been conflicting for our whole lives. As long as he's still around, he's a threat to existence. In fact, actually, who is in charge here? if Inharax was here, he no doubt decided to talk to the local Turaga. I need to warn him."
The guardsman relaxed as the Oathsworn silently confirmed the truth of the Toa's words.
"We don't have Turaga, persay. Our society has two Av-Makuta who advise the people and deal with foreign powers. Let me see..."
After a moment of telepathic discussion with the Oathsworn, he continued. "One of them spoke to Inharax longer than the other. You'll want to meet with him. Please, follow me."
He started off towards the large sphere looming above the surrounding buildings, checking to make sure the Toa was following.
Av...Makuta? Surely he had misheard, or the guard has misspoken. Still, this world was known for rapidly changing. He physically shrugged off the confusion and followed the guard.
A couple of beings bow politely as they exit, but the majority seem not to notice him. A single Glatoran stands before a small plinth, paging through a gold-leafed and leather-bound book. The atmosphere as a whole is one of quiet contemplation.
A couple of beings bow politely as they exit, but the majority seem not to notice him. A single Glatoran stands before a small plinth, paging through a gold-leafed and leather-bound book. The atmosphere as a whole is one of quiet contemplation.
The Hatter rushes up to the Glatorian and starts looking over his shoulder, "Whatcha, reading?"
The Hatter rushes up to the Glatorian and starts looking over his shoulder, "Whatcha, reading?"
The Glatorian looks over at the strangely-dressed man, but decides not to comment on his apparel. "It's a history of the Old World, where the Path originated." He stepped aside. "Would you like to read it?"