Post by thelegoroleplayer on Dec 6, 2016 12:30:59 GMT -6
Somewhere in-between two mountains in the Ko-De-Ce-Kra Wahi lies a large valley. Within this valley are several frozen ponds and rivers that act as perfect ice rinks for anyone wishing to skate around or play games. Though something unusual in this area is that music is constantly playing in the valley. Caused by wind or perhaps the psychic energy in the area, whatever the reason, some thought it would be funny to create ice sculptures in the shape of musical instruments to claim as explanation.
A lone toa walks across a lake, the sound of metal against ice resonating throughout the valley as his feet take step after step. The sound continues, a clear ringing, until the toa stands in the center of the lake.
He bows his Shelek covered head to gaze at the dark, tumultuous waters, frothing beneath the crystal clear sheet of ice at his feet. The slightest application of force would cause the ice to splinter, releasing the fury of the imprisoned waters. Such was the nature of his own life, thought Krunad. A thin layer of calm surrounding an ocean of rage, hate and suffering.
Eventually it would have to break.
Krunad now looks up. The form of a large being several hundred yards from him catches his eye. The Toa grits his teeth, and narrows his eyes, before yelling out across the lake.
"I'VE BEEN WAITING!!"
The figure does not stir.
"I've wandered this wasteland for months on end looking for YOU!! And just when I give up hope, there YOU are, finding me!"
A voice from the figure shouts back, "Where are the others?"
"Probably still looking for me. I've been as elusive to them as you have been to me."
The being nods, and begins to stride forward. His form is made out to be a tall Brutakian wearing a nebulous mask.
A lone toa walks across a lake, the sound of metal against ice resonating throughout the valley as his feet take step after step. The sound continues, a clear ringing, until the toa stands in the center of the lake.
He bows his Shelek covered head to gaze at the dark, tumultuous waters, frothing beneath the crystal clear sheet of ice at his feet. The slightest application of force would cause the ice to splinter, releasing the fury of the imprisoned waters. Such was the nature of his own life, thought Krunad. A thin layer of calm surrounding an ocean of rage, hate and suffering.
Eventually it would have to break.
Krunad now looks up. The form of a large being several hundred yards from him catches his eye. The Toa grits his teeth, and narrows his eyes, before yelling out across the lake.
"I'VE BEEN WAITING!!"
The figure does not stir.
"I've wandered this wasteland for months on end looking for YOU!! And just when I give up hope, there YOU are, finding me!"
A voice from the figure shouts back, "Where are the others?"
"Probably still looking for me. I've been as elusive to them as you have been to me."
The being nods, and begins to stride forward. His form is made out to be a tall Brutakian wearing a nebulous mask.
"Well that needs to change."
Terakha approaches Krunad, arms crossed. His armour still bears signs of the battle with Voidarix.
"There is much at play here, Krunad. We're not dealing with the same world as before."
"I don't understand," says Krunad, "What happened?"
"Revolution in Atero has spurned foreign interest in the city. Xia, Destral, Makuta, Skakdi and more have converged on the city to fight for conflicting interests. I myself fought with a makuta unlike any I've encountered before. What's more, the Avohkii is missing from its hiding place."
"The Avohkii? That's a myth Terakha."
"Not so. I myself was tasked with its preservation following the collapse of the Order. I hid it, but it is gone now. I can only hope it found its way into the hands of someone capable, and not the Makuta. If not, we could be doomed to fall to Destral."
"Forget Destral," Shouts Krunad, "What about Kolokvar!? He has not been seen in ages, and yet I know in my heart he lives. We need to find him, Terakha, I need to find him. I can't...I can't live in this twilight any longer. I need...I need my closure! I need his head on a plate!"
"Calm yourself!" Shouts the Brutakian, "Your bloodlust will only bring your doom! You cannot stand up to a makuta yourself!"
"Then I shall die trying! No better way to go than in Honour!"
"Toa fools! But no matter! We will discuss Kolokvar at a later date. I have a job for you and your team. And it involves Atero Nui itself!"
A lone toa walks across a lake, the sound of metal against ice resonating throughout the valley as his feet take step after step. The sound continues, a clear ringing, until the toa stands in the center of the lake.
He bows his Shelek covered head to gaze at the dark, tumultuous waters, frothing beneath the crystal clear sheet of ice at his feet. The slightest application of force would cause the ice to splinter, releasing the fury of the imprisoned waters. Such was the nature of his own life, thought Krunad. A thin layer of calm surrounding an ocean of rage, hate and suffering.
Eventually it would have to break.
Krunad now looks up. The form of a large being several hundred yards from him catches his eye. The Toa grits his teeth, and narrows his eyes, before yelling out across the lake.
"I'VE BEEN WAITING!!"
The figure does not stir.
"I've wandered this wasteland for months on end looking for YOU!! And just when I give up hope, there YOU are, finding me!"
A voice from the figure shouts back, "Where are the others?"
"Probably still looking for me. I've been as elusive to them as you have been to me."
The being nods, and begins to stride forward. His form is made out to be a tall Brutakian wearing a nebulous mask.
"Well that needs to change."
Terakha approaches Krunad, arms crossed. His armour still bears signs of the battle with Voidarix.
"There is much at play here, Krunad. We're not dealing with the same world as before."
"I don't understand," says Krunad, "What happened?"
"Revolution in Atero has spurned foreign interest in the city. Xia, Destral, Makuta, Skakdi and more have converged on the city to fight for conflicting interests. I myself fought with a makuta unlike any I've encountered before. What's more, the Avohkii is missing from its hiding place."
"The Avohkii? That's a myth Terakha."
"Not so. I myself was tasked with its preservation following the collapse of the Order. I hid it, but it is gone now. I can only hope it found its way into the hands of someone capable, and not the Makuta. If not, we could be doomed to fall to Destral."
"Forget Destral," Shouts Krunad, "What about Kolokvar!? He has not been seen in ages, and yet I know in my heart he lives. We need to find him, Terakha, I need to find him. I can't...I can't live in this twilight any longer. I need...I need my closure! I need his head on a plate!"
"Calm yourself!" Shouts the Brutakian, "Your bloodlust will only bring your doom! You cannot stand up to a makuta yourself!"
"Then I shall die trying! No better way to go than in Honour!"
"Toa fools! But no matter! We will discuss Kolokvar at a later date. I have a job for you and your team. And it involves Atero Nui itself!"
"Atero Nui? What reason would we have to go there?"
Terakha replies, "We won't be going there at all. Toa are unwelcome in the city nowadays. No, we will be venturing to New Artakha, and then Xia. Both strong states who might be persuaded to my line of thinking."
"Which is?" Asks the Toa.
"That Atero and its Matoran should be left to themselves, to handle their own affairs, with the protection of a strong state. Only then can the Matoran have a truly free life."
"Well let's get started."
"And we will--After, that is, you find your comrades."
Krunad groans, "Fine, but You let me handle this."
A rather small, vibrant, and cheerful village of Matoran and Agori near one of the frozen lakes is bustling with activity. The next moment, it becomes quieter than death.
A rather small, vibrant, and cheerful village of Matoran and Agori near one of the frozen lakes is bustling with activity. The next moment, it becomes quieter than death.
Population: 0. Visitors: 1.
A shadow rolls over the area and in a flurry of teleportation the empty village has been claimed by rahkshi and shadow matoran.
A rather small, vibrant, and cheerful village of Matoran and Agori near one of the frozen lakes is bustling with activity. The next moment, it becomes quieter than death.
Population: 0. Visitors: 1.
A shadow rolls over the area and in a flurry of teleportation the empty village has been claimed by rahkshi and shadow matoran.
"-end to this place?" A member of the Guard peers through the windows of another ghostly hut.
A shadow rolls over the area and in a flurry of teleportation the empty village has been claimed by rahkshi and shadow matoran.
"-end to this place?" A member of the Guard peers through the windows of another ghostly hut.
"RAHKSHI!!!"
A rahkshi of teleportation appears in front of the screaming matoran and shoves a Kraata towards his face. Any other Guard members face similar assaults by rahkshi carrying kraata, and some are restrained with magnetism or other powers.
"-end to this place?" A member of the Guard peers through the windows of another ghostly hut.
"RAHKSHI!!!"
A rahkshi of teleportation appears in front of the screaming matoran and shoves a Kraata towards his face. Any other Guard members face similar assaults by rahkshi carrying kraata, and some are restrained with magnetism or other powers.
Just two Guardsmen, one Ce-matoran, one Su-matoran (see above for update).
The matoran of plasma quickly slats the kraata between two echo forks, sending a shockwave to crumple part of the rahkshi's chestplate.
The Ce-matoran is restrained with magnetism, causing some of her lightstone grenades to fall out of their packs and go off. "...HA!" She unholsters her lightstone pistols and ka-blams the nearest surviving rahkshi.
A rahkshi of teleportation appears in front of the screaming matoran and shoves a Kraata towards his face. Any other Guard members face similar assaults by rahkshi carrying kraata, and some are restrained with magnetism or other powers.
Just two Guardsmen, one Ce-matoran, one Su-matoran (see above for update).
The matoran of plasma quickly slats the kraata between two echo forks, sending a shockwave to crumple part of the rahkshi's chestplate.
The Ce-matoran is restrained with magnetism, causing some of her lightstone grenades to fall out of their packs and go off. "...HA!" She unholsters her lightstone pistols and ka-blams the nearest surviving rahkshi.
Perhaps most unfortunately, it just so happens that the visitor never left.
A piercing metallic shriek fills the village, and a large figure can be seen standing at the end of the village's main street. It is intimidating, resembling that of a fully-clad, ominous, Gothic knight from the future. In one hand it carries a long glaive weapon with blades on both ends, and mounted to the other arm is a large diamond-shaped shield. There are no eyes to speak of, only a blazing glow shining from the open visor of its helm.
It raises its weapon towards the assembled group, emitting a low hum that resonates harshly in everyone's audio receptors.
A rahkshi of teleportation appears in front of the screaming matoran and shoves a Kraata towards his face. Any other Guard members face similar assaults by rahkshi carrying kraata, and some are restrained with magnetism or other powers.
Just two Guardsmen, one Ce-matoran, one Su-matoran (see above for update).
The matoran of plasma quickly slats the kraata between two echo forks, sending a shockwave to crumple part of the rahkshi's chestplate.
The Ce-matoran is restrained with magnetism, causing some of her lightstone grenades to fall out of their packs and go off. "...HA!" She unholsters her lightstone pistols and ka-blams the nearest surviving rahkshi.
The teleport rahkshi stumbles back in pain but promptly teleports the Su-matoran onto a very precarious ledge halfway up and down the valley wall.
The rahkshi of magnetism is stunned and throws up an arm in pain. It blindly casts out with blasts of magnetic force.
Just two Guardsmen, one Ce-matoran, one Su-matoran (see above for update).
The matoran of plasma quickly slats the kraata between two echo forks, sending a shockwave to crumple part of the rahkshi's chestplate.
The Ce-matoran is restrained with magnetism, causing some of her lightstone grenades to fall out of their packs and go off. "...HA!" She unholsters her lightstone pistols and ka-blams the nearest surviving rahkshi.
Perhaps most unfortunately, it just so happens that the visitor never left.
A piercing metallic shriek fills the village, and a large figure can be seen standing at the end of the village's main street. It is intimidating, resembling that of a fully-clad, ominous, Gothic knight from the future. In one hand it carries a long glaive weapon with blades on both ends, and mounted to the other arm is a large diamond-shaped shield. There are no eyes to speak of, only a blazing glow shining from the open visor of its helm.
It raises its weapon towards the assembled group, emitting a low hum that resonates harshly in everyone's audio receptors.
The rahkshi not partaking in battle turn toward the Datai and raise their staffs. An aura of silence saves everyone's ears, and the Datai suddenly finds itself falling backwards at an upward 45 degree angle.
Perhaps most unfortunately, it just so happens that the visitor never left.
A piercing metallic shriek fills the village, and a large figure can be seen standing at the end of the village's main street. It is intimidating, resembling that of a fully-clad, ominous, Gothic knight from the future. In one hand it carries a long glaive weapon with blades on both ends, and mounted to the other arm is a large diamond-shaped shield. There are no eyes to speak of, only a blazing glow shining from the open visor of its helm.
It raises its weapon towards the assembled group, emitting a low hum that resonates harshly in everyone's audio receptors.
The rahkshi not partaking in battle turn toward the Datai and raise their staffs. An aura of silence saves everyone's ears, and the Datai suddenly finds itself falling backwards at an upward 45 degree angle.
It detects whatever force is about to take hold of it, and the Datai remains with its feet firmly planted on the ground, easily resisting that force by willing its Hardlight form to stay put. The numbers of Rahkshi that turned on the Datai are suddenly wrenched forward through the air, flying right at the entity as they are caught in an invisible grip. Should they arrive, the Datai cleaves them all in two with what appears to be one clean sweep of its weapon.
"Writhing flesh, encased in metal tombs. Hopeless."
The rahkshi not partaking in battle turn toward the Datai and raise their staffs. An aura of silence saves everyone's ears, and the Datai suddenly finds itself falling backwards at an upward 45 degree angle.
It detects whatever force is about to take hold of it, and the Datai remains with its feet firmly planted on the ground, easily resisting that force by willing its Hardlight form to stay put. The numbers of Rahkshi that turned on the Datai are suddenly wrenched forward through the air, flying right at the entity as they are caught in an invisible grip. Should they arrive, the Datai cleaves them all in two with what appears to be one clean sweep of its weapon.
"Writhing flesh, encased in metal tombs. Hopeless."
The Gravity suddenly turns inward, trying to crush the Datai where it stands. The other rahkshi apply their own powers - power scream, magnetism, etc - likely to no avail despite being notably above the average rahkshi's strength.
It detects whatever force is about to take hold of it, and the Datai remains with its feet firmly planted on the ground, easily resisting that force by willing its Hardlight form to stay put. The numbers of Rahkshi that turned on the Datai are suddenly wrenched forward through the air, flying right at the entity as they are caught in an invisible grip. Should they arrive, the Datai cleaves them all in two with what appears to be one clean sweep of its weapon.
"Writhing flesh, encased in metal tombs. Hopeless."
The Gravity suddenly turns inward, trying to crush the Datai where it stands. The other rahkshi apply their own powers - power scream, magnetism, etc - likely to no avail despite being notably above the average rahkshi's strength.
The ground beneath the Datai cracks and sinks at first, however its knees do not buckle as it wills its body to counter its increased mass. The power scream smashes into it, but the force is as easy to counter as the gravity and the sound, though momentarily deafening, does not have the lasting effect as it would on normal ears or audio receptors. The magnetism obviously doesn't work.
The Datai starts to approach. One Rahkshi's arm suddenly lurches sideways, punching the end of its staff into the head of one of its comrades.
The Gravity suddenly turns inward, trying to crush the Datai where it stands. The other rahkshi apply their own powers - power scream, magnetism, etc - likely to no avail despite being notably above the average rahkshi's strength.
The ground beneath the Datai cracks and sinks at first, however its knees do not buckle as it wills its body to counter its increased mass. The power scream smashes into it, but the force is as easy to counter as the gravity and the sound, though momentarily deafening, does not have the lasting effect as it would on normal ears or audio receptors. The magnetism obviously doesn't work.
The Datai starts to approach. One Rahkshi's arm suddenly lurches sideways, punching the end of its staff into the head of one of its comrades.
The rahkshi of chameleon stares helplessly as it impales the one of silence. Sonics and fragmentation and molecular disruption and disintegration and laser vision and heat vision and vacuum and lightning and chain lightning and hail . . .
The ground beneath the Datai cracks and sinks at first, however its knees do not buckle as it wills its body to counter its increased mass. The power scream smashes into it, but the force is as easy to counter as the gravity and the sound, though momentarily deafening, does not have the lasting effect as it would on normal ears or audio receptors. The magnetism obviously doesn't work.
The Datai starts to approach. One Rahkshi's arm suddenly lurches sideways, punching the end of its staff into the head of one of its comrades.
The rahkshi of chameleon stares helplessly as it impales the one of silence. Sonics and fragmentation and molecular disruption and disintegration and laser vision and heat vision and vacuum and lightning and chain lightning and hail . . .
The Datai raises its RHL shield in front of itself, which expands into a greatshield that protects its entire body. The forces of the Rahkshi beat fiercely against it, but the shield itself cannot be scratched.
It rockets forward through the onslaught, shield-bashing the nearest Rahkshi with enough force to blow its body to pieces or, if these are frikkin tough Rahkshi, simply send it flying.
The rahkshi of chameleon stares helplessly as it impales the one of silence. Sonics and fragmentation and molecular disruption and disintegration and laser vision and heat vision and vacuum and lightning and chain lightning and hail . . .
The Datai raises its RHL shield in front of itself, which expands into a greatshield that protects its entire body. The forces of the Rahkshi beat fiercely against it, but the shield itself cannot be scratched.
It rockets forward through the onslaught, shield-bashing the nearest Rahkshi with enough force to blow its body to pieces or, if these are frikkin tough Rahkshi, simply send it flying.
The shield being RH, the Rahkshi would be obliterated. As luck would have it, however, the first a rahkshi of Elasticity, and goes flying back. Into a coma. The rahkshi scatter with the absentminded assistance of the rahkshi of teleportation, and attack the datai from all sides.