This mesa is made of crystal so reflective that, if it weren't for the blinding brightness of the wahi, you could see your face in it. The top is jagged and even more hot, as it is closer to the searing clouds of plasma above. There are also a few hot springs in the cliffs, though getting to them would be extremely dangerous for anyone not immune to the heat and light, and still risky for one not familiar with climbing. The crystals, when ground up and mixed with water, create an explosive solution. Every once in a while a spring will dissolve enough crystal and explode without warning.
A weathered being leaps from crystal to crystal jumping to more solid footing.
"Ehh."
He jumps to the ground. He looks down at some of the crystals and breaks off a few and puts them in his satchel and continues his trek out of this section of the region.
"Thank-you! We are the Guard of Atero-Nui, seeking to unite all the matori under one banner. No matter how small a rahi, or how big an army, we will be there. May we speak to whoever is in charge?"
"Thank-you! We are the Guard of Atero-Nui, seeking to unite all the matori under one banner. No matter how small a rahi, or how big an army, we will be there. May we speak to whoever is in charge?"
"Why of course! Turaga are in rather short supply, so we're lead by a matoran. You can find him over there." The matoran points to one of the buildings.
"Thank-you! We are the Guard of Atero-Nui, seeking to unite all the matori under one banner. No matter how small a rahi, or how big an army, we will be there. May we speak to whoever is in charge?"
"Why of course! Turaga are in rather short supply, so we're lead by a matoran. You can find him over there." The matoran points to one of the buildings.
"Why of course! Turaga are in rather short supply, so we're lead by a matoran. You can find him over there." The matoran points to one of the buildings.
"Help." He takes on a serious tone. "The Great City has been taken by a terrorist. His word is law, and all who oppose him are put to death. We need you to help us bring an end to his tyranny."
"Help." He takes on a serious tone. "The Great City has been taken by a terrorist. His word is law, and all who oppose him are put to death. We need you to help us bring an end to his tyranny."
"Sounds reasonable enough. How much help do you need?"
"Help." He takes on a serious tone. "The Great City has been taken by a terrorist. His word is law, and all who oppose him are put to death. We need you to help us bring an end to his tyranny."
"Sounds reasonable enough. How much help do you need?"