"Well, I guess I'm going to choose." The three kraata focus on the sliver of light, and leave their darkness behind.
My rahks do as well, thoroughly confused.
Elsewhere, Metarahk confirms that the virus is no longer contagious, and stops making an effort to avoid contact. Being a kal, he is already resistant to makuta control.
The light seems to become more and more pleasant, and the darkness almost becomes frightful instead of its usual welcoming nature. A moral shadow purge is a long way off though, if they were to attempt one.
Elsewhere, Metarahk confirms that the virus is no longer contagious, and stops making an effort to avoid contact. Being a kal, he is already resistant to makuta control.
The light seems to become more and more pleasant, and the darkness almost becomes frightful instead of its usual welcoming nature. A moral shadow purge is a long way off though, if they were to attempt one.
Elsewhere, Metarahk confirms that the virus is no longer contagious, and stops making an effort to avoid contact. Being a kal, he is already resistant to makuta control.
The light seems to become more and more pleasant, and the darkness almost becomes frightful instead of its usual welcoming nature. A moral shadow purge is a long way off though, if they were to attempt one.
The three kraata choose moral light.
Krarahk lets the sliver of light grow, curious of the strange new thing.
It burns... no, its warm, but it doesn't burn. As the light seems to grow, the shadows and darkness in the mind seem to flee.
"Interesting..."
The shadows fall back, but the light doesn't push any further. A void of Twilight forms, willing to give it's location up to the moral reflected in the rahkshi's actions.
The shadows fall back, but the light doesn't push any further. A void of Twilight forms, willing to give it's location up to the moral reflected in the rahkshi's actions.
Neither light nor shadow. That looks weird. Krarahk examines his newly altered armor for blemish or weak point.
The shadows fall back, but the light doesn't push any further. A void of Twilight forms, willing to give it's location up to the moral reflected in the rahkshi's actions.
Neither light nor shadow. That looks weird. Krarahk examines his newly altered armor for blemish or weak point.
Nothing. Zilch. Notta.
"I just messeged the complex, the base will now obey you. Now... as leader of this outpost, you should know something about it..."
telepathy talk "For now, we will continue to we on our weapons. Perhaps soon the appropriate shielding will be in order."
Psychic speech! "Alright. Is there anything I can help significantly with?"
"We've been thinking of organizing a team to infiltrate and gather intel in Xia, but now I suppose it could be a peaceful mission... We cannot go, we have too much to tend to here, so maybe you could take command?"
Psychic speech! "Alright. Is there anything I can help significantly with?"
"We've been thinking of organizing a team to infiltrate and gather intel in Xia, but now I suppose it could be a peaceful mission... We cannot go, we have too much to tend to here, so maybe you could take command?"
"We've been thinking of organizing a team to infiltrate and gather intel in Xia, but now I suppose it could be a peaceful mission... We cannot go, we have too much to tend to here, so maybe you could take command?"
"Infiltration or diplomacy? Uh, sure."
"If you choose the former, don't let them trace it back to us. They've got guns/jets/tank/Nektann in high places."
