A road, composed mostly of a glacier, snakes and weaves through the mountains. Screams of sound plague it whenever the wind blows, and a constant stream of ice and snow at it's source forces it to push on through the mountains. Steep walls of granite on each side shade the path at all times except noon.
Guardsmen seek to make an alliance with the colony's Guard.
"Greetings guardsmen. What would this alliance entail?" The de-matoran whisper at volumes nearly inaudible to matoran of other elements.
The Ko-matoran keep silent, while the one De-matoran whispers back. "Uniting the matoran across the world. When alone, the makuta may kill freely, but together we are strong."
"Greetings guardsmen. What would this alliance entail?" The de-matoran whisper at volumes nearly inaudible to matoran of other elements.
The Ko-matoran keep silent, while the one De-matoran whispers back. "Uniting the matoran across the world. When alone, the makuta may kill freely, but together we are strong."
"Indeed." ... "If you have need of our help, you need only ask."
The Ko-matoran keep silent, while the one De-matoran whispers back. "Uniting the matoran across the world. When alone, the makuta may kill freely, but together we are strong."
"Indeed." ... "If you have need of our help, you need only ask."
The Ko-matoran are completely silent.
"They can also give you earbuds, which help with the pain without decreasing your hearing. I'm almost perfectly fine when operating cannons now."