The Cathedral of Light

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?"

"This is the city of Aluxa, a place of Light. How did you get, well..."

The guard gestures at the sky, lacking the words.

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.

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.

The Hatter walks up gazing around...

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?"