Oh wow. We are done! That was fun! Total bioniclrnp reference there Now we can move onto arc one
OOC: Not quite. We still have Vash's final battle and whatever we're going to do with Improbus. Everything else should be left alone until the new thread, though.
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Species: Human. I'm pretty certain of that. Kanohi: Kanohi Bluglass, Mask of Anti-Glare Prescription Glasses Weapons and Equipment: Equipment: Flat caps. A wallet. A driving permit.
Weapons: I have an awesome katana on my wall.
As I was reading that, the Toa falling through the void, I was listening to the piano solo in "Mia and Sebastian." It was gorgeous, like a Steven Universe moment kind of beauty. Well done Darth Vega. If you ever publish a book, I will read it. And if I ever have kids, I'll let them read it, and I'll tell them: You know, I role played with that guy online when I was your age.
Post by We Are Vashari on Mar 1, 2017 10:03:58 GMT -6
Oh, we are not done. > *cracks knuckles*
“No one ever stood atop the heavens before. Not you, or I, or even the gods. But the unbearable vacancy of heavens throne ends now. From now on, I alone will stand at the top.”
Post by We Are Vashari on Mar 1, 2017 10:15:10 GMT -6
The heroes lie in desert having won their great ordeal, but something is wrong. The ones conscious enough to look around, the world is silent and still. The planet is grey, and sky is black like night, but there are no stars to be seen, only massive crystals that constantly change shape and color. The sun has changed too, now a familer shade of magenta.
They look to the city to find it unmoving as if it were put on pause. In fact the only thing that seemed normal were the heroes themselves. There was no air to breath here, there was no life, only stillness, only silence. The heroes find themselves with renewed vigor as energy and stamina fill their body's, their wounds healing in the process.
A lone figure descends from the sky, short and black, with an all too familiar orange mask. His eyes closed, and any sort of playfulness he had before was gone, replaced with a dreaded sense that you are going to die. He opened his eyes, one natural green, the other unnatural magenta. He spoke short and to the point. "Fight me, now." It was bitter command, not a request. The sense of dread filling you at the thought of refusing him. A dread that you knew would end in only death and misery.
You are not home. You are not in Kansas. You are not safe. Welcome to the family. Welcome to Toroks Dimension.
“No one ever stood atop the heavens before. Not you, or I, or even the gods. But the unbearable vacancy of heavens throne ends now. From now on, I alone will stand at the top.”
Post by We Are Vashari on Mar 1, 2017 10:16:39 GMT -6
Meanwhile the people of New Atero went on, having no knowledge of what was happening in the aftermath of the Tower.
“No one ever stood atop the heavens before. Not you, or I, or even the gods. But the unbearable vacancy of heavens throne ends now. From now on, I alone will stand at the top.”
The heroes lie in desert having won their great ordeal, but something is wrong. The ones conscious enough to look around, the world is silent and still. The planet is grey, and sky is black like night, but there are no stars to be seen, only massive crystals that constantly change shape and color. The sun has changed too, now a familer shade of magenta.
They look to the city to find it unmoving as if it were put on pause. In fact the only thing that seemed normal were the heroes themselves. There was no air to breath here, there was no life, only stillness, only silence. The heroes find themselves with renewed vigor as energy and stamina fill their body's, their wounds healing in the process.
A lone figure descends from the sky, short and black, with an all too familiar orange mask. His eyes closed, and any sort of playfulness he had before was gone, replaced with a dreaded sense that you are going to die. He opened his eyes, one natural green, the other unnatural magenta. He spoke short and to the point. "Fight me, now." It was bitter command, not a request. The sense of dread filling you at the thought of refusing him. A dread that you knew would end in only death and misery.
You are not home. You are not in Kansas. You are not safe. Welcome to the family. Welcome to Toroks Dimension.
The heroes lie in desert having won their great ordeal, but something is wrong. The ones conscious enough to look around, the world is silent and still. The planet is grey, and sky is black like night, but there are no stars to be seen, only massive crystals that constantly change shape and color. The sun has changed too, now a familer shade of magenta.
They look to the city to find it unmoving as if it were put on pause. In fact the only thing that seemed normal were the heroes themselves. There was no air to breath here, there was no life, only stillness, only silence. The heroes find themselves with renewed vigor as energy and stamina fill their body's, their wounds healing in the process.
A lone figure descends from the sky, short and black, with an all too familiar orange mask. His eyes closed, and any sort of playfulness he had before was gone, replaced with a dreaded sense that you are going to die. He opened his eyes, one natural green, the other unnatural magenta. He spoke short and to the point. "Fight me, now." It was bitter command, not a request. The sense of dread filling you at the thought of refusing him. A dread that you knew would end in only death and misery.
You are not home. You are not in Kansas. You are not safe. Welcome to the family. Welcome to Toroks Dimension.
OOC: On phone, sorry if the colors are messed up. IC: Ticeli looks at Torok. "I don't suppose you would be open to a forum of peaceful discussion on the subject?"
IC: Sylah looked up, her eyes pale and confused. "Wait, what?" She stepped back, involuntarily, but then moved forward ever so slightly. "I thought, weren't we at peace or something?"
IC: Rahzahkea sways once and stands upright, leaning on his sword before straightening. He looks normal, except for what look to be scratch marks under the eye holes of his mask. His Starblade shines as the Toa looks around at the crystals, and the sun, and then finally at Torok. Confusion moves across his face, and the Toa blinks. He speaks, equal amounts of confusion and deep anger in the Toa's faint voice.
"What? What do you want-no, why this, all of a sudden? Your soldiers kept spouting that rhetoric about your mercy and truth for so long, have you stopping deeming us worthy of it, Inheritor of Chaos?"
Last Edit: Mar 1, 2017 13:38:24 GMT -6 by Kirathel
"We're Toa. Nature is our weapon." - Rahzahkea
"You. No matter what spell you were under, this was your doing. Remember that". - K̞͍̗͚̘a̶g̰̥e̳̦̞̝̻̕
Post by We Are Vashari on Mar 1, 2017 13:38:25 GMT -6
"No more talk. Fight me now, or die." Torok said simply. He held out his hand, a chunk of the ground breaking off and floating to his outreached hand. With a flash the chunk of ground transformed into a black staff, plain and polished. A simple weapon, but an effective one.
“No one ever stood atop the heavens before. Not you, or I, or even the gods. But the unbearable vacancy of heavens throne ends now. From now on, I alone will stand at the top.”
IC: Rahzahkea doesn't nod, or do anything else. The Starblade shines, white fire rolling off its edges.
"Finally, something we can agree on."
With a single motion, he sweeps the sword through the air, sending a blazing wave of Starlight at the titan above. The Toa crouches and then swings again, this time a wave of Plasma.
IC: Sylah seems to wilt somewhat, an expression of regret pasted onto her face. But only for a moment. Her head bows, and the mutant roars, her giant wings extending again. Bolts of shadow rain upward towards Torok, curving through the stale air of the dimension as they aim to strike.
"We're Toa. Nature is our weapon." - Rahzahkea
"You. No matter what spell you were under, this was your doing. Remember that". - K̞͍̗͚̘a̶g̰̥e̳̦̞̝̻̕
IC: Rahzahkea doesn't nod, or do anything else. The Starblade shines, white fire rolling off its edges.
"Finally, something we can agree on."
With a single motion, he sweeps the sword through the air, sending a blazing wave of Starlight at the Matoran above. The Toa crouches and then swings again, this time a wave of Plasma.
IC: Sylah seems to wilt somewhat, an expression of regret pasted onto her face. But only for a moment. Her head bows, and the mutant roars, her giant wings extending again. Bolts of shadow rain upward towards Torok, curving through the stale air of the dimension as they aim to strike.
"Hmph, predictable." He waved his staff sending both of their attacks to collide into each other, shadow and light colliding into each other into an explosion of black and white. He dropped to the ground, tucking his staff under his arm.
“No one ever stood atop the heavens before. Not you, or I, or even the gods. But the unbearable vacancy of heavens throne ends now. From now on, I alone will stand at the top.”
IC: Sylah sends a wave of lighting through the ground towards him. Rahzahkea however, simply starts walking towards Torok. His mental voice rings out to all the other Toa there.
"Now would be a great time to chip in, if you feel so inclined."
OOC: After this, I may wait for any other replies until I post again.
"We're Toa. Nature is our weapon." - Rahzahkea
"You. No matter what spell you were under, this was your doing. Remember that". - K̞͍̗͚̘a̶g̰̥e̳̦̞̝̻̕
IC: Sylah sends a wave of lighting through the ground towards him. Rahzahkea however, simply starts walking towards Torok. His mental voice rings out to all the other Toa there.
"Now would be a great time to chip in, if you feel so inclined."
OOC: After this, I may wait for any other replies until I post again.
OOC: Yeah me too.
Torok dug his staff into the ground, grounding the Lightning. "Please." He cut Rahzahkea off, "You might as well just talk." Then he swung his staff three times to hit him twice on the torso and once on the side of his head.
“No one ever stood atop the heavens before. Not you, or I, or even the gods. But the unbearable vacancy of heavens throne ends now. From now on, I alone will stand at the top.”
Hmm, I dont see how we can beat Torok. But I bet Kea does IC: Ithmys looks at Torok. "I don't really know you well, but if you bid us harm, I will defend myself and the others." He attempts to manipulate Torok's aura to temporarily disable his power. He didn't know what powers Torok had, but he was testing. Sevair saw the attack collide midair, but still sent a spike at Torok, his determination from before filled the spike, and his will was immensely powerful.
Post by Free Lemon Water on Mar 1, 2017 14:26:13 GMT -6
WOOOO! Looking back at it, in all honesty, I was a mess. stories and character arcs going nowhere, I had little to no idea what I was doing, e.t.c... Well, hopefully it'll go smoother for me later on. Good job, everybody!
EDIT: I guess the site glitched. By the time this went up for me, at least, I didn't see the part about it being not over yet. Nevermind then
Hmm, I dont see how we can beat Torok. But I bet Kea does IC: Ithmys looks at Torok. "I don't really know you well, but if you bid us harm, I will defend myself and the others." He attempts to manipulate Torok's aura to temporarily disable his power. He didn't know what powers Torok had, but he was testing. Sevair saw the attack collide midair, but still sent a spike at Torok, his determination from before filled the spike, and his will was immensely powerful.
Ithmys' aura manipulation attempt was utterly pointless, Toroks pure power would only cause a biofeedback explosion back onto Ithmys. Torok swung his staff sending Sevairs spike back at him.
“No one ever stood atop the heavens before. Not you, or I, or even the gods. But the unbearable vacancy of heavens throne ends now. From now on, I alone will stand at the top.”
IC: Ithmys, heavily weak from both the final host confrontation(so who exactly was the final host?) staggered backwards, unable to help anymore. Sevair surprised, created a metal wall to block the spike. How were they able to defeat a being with almost infinite power? Still they had stopped the Wrathbringer. There had to be something able to be done.
Post by We Are Vashari on Mar 1, 2017 14:35:59 GMT -6
Solorok sat at a table at the edge of what was the Tower, drinking peacefully from a mug. Vashari sat across from him, unconscious. "What a lovely day." Then he ate a cookie.
“No one ever stood atop the heavens before. Not you, or I, or even the gods. But the unbearable vacancy of heavens throne ends now. From now on, I alone will stand at the top.”
IC: Ithmys, heavily weak from both the final host confrontation(so who exactly was the final host?) staggered backwards, unable to help anymore. Sevair surprised, created a metal wall to block the spike. How were they able to defeat a being with almost infinite power? Still they had stopped the Wrathbringer. There had to be something able to be done.
OOC: Everyone's power and energy was restored.
“No one ever stood atop the heavens before. Not you, or I, or even the gods. But the unbearable vacancy of heavens throne ends now. From now on, I alone will stand at the top.”
Oh. Didnt know that. Then retcon what Ithmys did. IC: Ithmys' eyes seemed to fade as his aura temporarily flashed, then disappeared. His aura absorbed the biofeedback, but it faded out temporarily, leaving him powerless. "I regret not bringing a weapon" Sevair thought for a second. Then he fired a spike at Torok.