OOC: Le-Magna is in the east, if we're going by my map.
OOC: Not in the city, the jungles towards the south.
OOC: Oh, never mind, it is in the east. I got it mixed up with the Lost Continent.
“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.”
OOC: Not in the city, the jungles towards the south.
OOC: Oh, never mind, it is in the east. I got it mixed up with the Lost Continent.
OOC: Lol. Though with the reformed Spherus Magna, the Wastes have a monopoly on the whole desert thing. If I'm remembering my plans correctly, there's a mountain range that goes off to the northeast, an inland sea to the east, and some other stuff. Does Spherus Magna have an equatorial tropic? Is New Atero north or south of it? Where's Bota Magna? Hmm, I'll have to think about this..
OOC: Oh, never mind, it is in the east. I got it mixed up with the Lost Continent.
OOC: Lol. Though with the reformed Spherus Magna, the Wastes have a monopoly on the whole desert thing. If I'm remembering my plans correctly, there's a mountain range that goes off to the northeast, an inland sea to the east, and some other stuff. Does Spherus Magna have an equatorial tropic? Is New Atero north or south of it? Where's Bota Magna? Hmm, I'll have to think about this..
OOC: Well according to the locations page, forrests to the east, dessert to the west, mountains and ice to the north, and what ever that grey thing I put there in the south. The city is at the center of the Continent where the regions meet.
“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.”
OOC: Lol. Though with the reformed Spherus Magna, the Wastes have a monopoly on the whole desert thing. If I'm remembering my plans correctly, there's a mountain range that goes off to the northeast, an inland sea to the east, and some other stuff. Does Spherus Magna have an equatorial tropic? Is New Atero north or south of it? Where's Bota Magna? Hmm, I'll have to think about this..
OOC: Well according to the locations page, forrests to the east, dessert to the west, mountains and ice to the north, and what ever that grey thing I put there in the south. The city is at the center of the Continent where the regions meet.
OOc: The Black Mountains are towards the north, and the Icy Tundra is in the south. Got them mixed up.
“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.”
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OOC: Well according to the locations page, forrests to the east, dessert to the west, mountains and ice to the north, and what ever that grey thing I put there in the south. The city is at the center of the Continent where the regions meet.
OOc: The Black Mountains are towards the north, and the Icy Tundra is in the south. Got them mixed up.
OOC: And I believe New Atero is smack in the middle of two or three of those. Which ones?
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OOC: Well according to the locations page, forrests to the east, dessert to the west, mountains and ice to the north, and what ever that grey thing I put there in the south. The city is at the center of the Continent where the regions meet.
OOc: The Black Mountains are towards the north, and the Icy Tundra is in the south. Got them mixed up.
OOC: I'm trying to make it a realistic world. Which means things have to be spread pretty far apart. And I'm pretty sure there's ice north of the Black Spike mountains.
OOc: The Black Mountains are towards the north, and the Icy Tundra is in the south. Got them mixed up.
OOC: I'm trying to make it a realistic world. Which means things have to be spread pretty far apart. And I'm pretty sure there's ice north of the Black Spike mountains.
OOC: Yeah, but the Icy Tundra is an ice desert, like the arctic. The mountains would have ice from altitude, yes?
“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.”
OOC: I'm trying to make it a realistic world. Which means things have to be spread pretty far apart. And I'm pretty sure there's ice north of the Black Spike mountains.
OOC: Yeah, but the Icy Tundra is an ice desert, like the arctic. The mountains would have ice from altitude, yes?
OOC: My understanding has always been that the Black Spikes were pretty far north. We should really take this to OOC chat, though.
OOC: Yeah, but the Icy Tundra is an ice desert, like the arctic. The mountains would have ice from altitude, yes?
OOC: My understanding has always been that the Black Spikes were pretty far north. We should really take this to OOC chat, though.
OOc: I was about to suggest moving to the locations page.
“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: The sound of dripping fluid does not abate, and Rahzahkea's golden eyes bulge violently.
And for just a shadow of a moment, he thinks back to what happened. To that odd, cold sensation as his spine broke. To the odd light in the sky.
And that terrible, terrible red light, wreathing around everywhere. An infinity of ontologically inexhaustible misery. The emptiness. The barrier.
The cold. The loneliness. He wonders if Vashari-no, how many times Vashari has been alone.
And Rahzahkea turns his head halfway, and for a shadow of a moment, he wants to grab the Toa of Fire. He wants to grab him, and that worthless thing Torok, and that rotted fire-spitting Wrathbringer, and throw them into the red light and watch them. Watch them suffer. And see what the worlds think of that useless tinpot "savior", and his glowing eye. To see the unmade, spiteful child of fire, shrieking, consumed in a state it cannot understand.
He opens his hand, crescent-shaped scars dripping black from them, as he stares at Vashari. Hate is written across his face, but it's only half...Rahzahkea looks haunted. Very, very haunted.
"..."
"..."
Rahzahkea rises, arms hanging limply at his sides, as he stares despondently at the altar. "You've fought with us. You helped us. So what part of our wars, did you miss? Torok did not save us. He didn't save a single being in this universe. He threw a pair of mad puppets at us and watched us fight useless battles against them, battles which did not grow us, did not change us. His servants and their war here brought nothing of value to our world."
He raises a bloodstained hand and pokes his mask. "WE saved ourselves. Not that Nail-Eyed Thing. Not the Wrathbringer. Not Necrosis. Not Mata Nui. And if there are any other "things beyond gods" in this multiverse, they didn't save us either. The Vanguard, the Toa, everyone in the Tower and New Atero, WE saved ourselves. Not Torok, not the Wrathbringer, US."
The Psi-Toa walks up to the altar, a stare of hopeless emptiness painted across his face as he stares at the altar. "If we all are monsters, then he is undoubtedly one as well. And one that deserves no place here."
Rahzahkea falls silent and stares at the altar. A moment later his body starts to flicker, and fade out of existence. Kualsi-powered mask, no doubt. Rahzahkea's eyes turn down at he stares vacantly at the ground.
"..."
"...I should go."
Vashari just shakes his head. "Why do you ask questions, then ignore the answers?" It was like talking to a wall. "I feel like you're going through some personal stuff. You should take a vacation. There's a peaceful place in the jungles region in the east. Try looking to it." He said before leaving.
IC: Rahzahkea says nothing for a minute, and then waves one scratched, bleeding hand. His voice is a flat, monotone, devoid of emotion. Hopeless and empty.
"Because sometimes the answers aren't enough, Vashari. Sometimes we need to find new answers. Or make them."
Rahzahkea takes less than a second to scan Vashari's mind for instances of that one place in Le-Magna he mentioned, and fades from view, having altered his mask power to personal teleportation.
But where does he end up?
OOC Rahzahkea: For what it's worth, talking to you is like talking to a rock. Sturdy, dependable, and really, really annoying if you disagree. Because you can't argue with a rock. It won't listen. But it will stub your toes.
"We're Toa. Nature is our weapon." - Rahzahkea
"You. No matter what spell you were under, this was your doing. Remember that". - K̞͍̗͚̘a̶g̰̥e̳̦̞̝̻̕
Vashari just shakes his head. "Why do you ask questions, then ignore the answers?" It was like talking to a wall. "I feel like you're going through some personal stuff. You should take a vacation. There's a peaceful place in the jungles region in the east. Try looking to it." He said before leaving.
IC: Rahzahkea says nothing for a minute, and then waves one scratched, bleeding hand. His voice is a flat, monotone, devoid of emotion. Hopeless and empty.
"Because sometimes the answers aren't enough, Vashari. Sometimes we need to find new answers. Or make them."
Rahzahkea takes less than a second to scan Vashari's mind for instances of that one place in Le-Magna he mentioned, and fades from view, having altered his mask power to personal teleportation.
But where does he end up?
OOC Rahzahkea: For what it's worth, talking to you is like talking to a rock. Sturdy, dependable, and really, really annoying if you disagree. Because you can't argue with a rock. It won't listen. But it will stub your toes.
He briefly see the oasis in Vasharis mind, before the thunderous presence of the Marender pushes him out.
There is waterfall leading downwards into a large sinkhole, feeding into a lake at the bottom. The sinkhole is filled with plantlife and friendly insects. The air is peaceful and calm.
“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.”
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Weapons: I have an awesome katana on my wall.
Vashari just shakes his head. "Why do you ask questions, then ignore the answers?" It was like talking to a wall. "I feel like you're going through some personal stuff. You should take a vacation. There's a peaceful place in the jungles region in the east. Try looking to it." He said before leaving.
IC: Rahzahkea says nothing for a minute, and then waves one scratched, bleeding hand. His voice is a flat, monotone, devoid of emotion. Hopeless and empty.
"Because sometimes the answers aren't enough, Vashari. Sometimes we need to find new answers. Or make them."
Rahzahkea takes less than a second to scan Vashari's mind for instances of that one place in Le-Magna he mentioned, and fades from view, having altered his mask power to personal teleportation.
But where does he end up?
OOC Rahzahkea: For what it's worth, talking to you is like talking to a rock. Sturdy, dependable, and really, really annoying if you disagree. Because you can't argue with a rock. It won't listen. But it will stub your toes.
OOC Space Marine of the Imperium: "But you can shoot it with a Holy Bolter! PREJUDICE EXTERMINATUS!!!" *Proceeds to empty multiple clips into a rock*
Come! Come and listen, my friends. Listen as I regale you with the next chapter in the legend of the Bionicle.
IC: Rahzahkea says nothing for a minute, and then waves one scratched, bleeding hand. His voice is a flat, monotone, devoid of emotion. Hopeless and empty.
"Because sometimes the answers aren't enough, Vashari. Sometimes we need to find new answers. Or make them."
Rahzahkea takes less than a second to scan Vashari's mind for instances of that one place in Le-Magna he mentioned, and fades from view, having altered his mask power to personal teleportation.
But where does he end up?
OOC Rahzahkea: For what it's worth, talking to you is like talking to a rock. Sturdy, dependable, and really, really annoying if you disagree. Because you can't argue with a rock. It won't listen. But it will stub your toes.
OOC Space Marine of the Imperium: "But you can shoot it with a Holy Bolter! PREJUDICE EXTERMINATUS!!!" *Proceeds to empty multiple clips into a rock*
IC: Rahzahkea looks down, and opens his hands. He slowly moves, his psychokinetic powers drifting him down until he sits on a large rock to one side of the lake at the bottom of the sinkhole. Rahzahkea raises his hands and then lowers them, watching the black blood drip from his hands and mingle with the water.
He sits there, cross legged, watching his life drip away.
The Toa is silent.
"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 Oct 1, 2017 18:24:21 GMT -6
Vashari made his way back home, Xias 2. Despite it being a nightclub, it was always busy, even during the day. He was greeted by some patrons, as Rolvik was playing a string instrument on the tiny stage in the corner. He made his way to the back room, which only he had the key too. The back room was filled with plants, special mood altering herbs he had to keep a secret, as well as the distillery he used to turn them into a liquid form. But he wasn’t there for the herb today.
After carefully locking the door behind him, Vashari made his way to the back most corner of the room where there was a stack of heavy metal crates. He pushed them aside, revealing the trap door. He went inside the pitch black basement, locking the trap door from the inside. It was simple small room, with only a work table, a stool, and a safe built into the wall. He sat down, opening the safe, and pulling out a small shard of metal.
Vashari would spend hours a time, staring at the little piece of metal, trying to the decipher its mystery. It came to him towards the end of their journey to the far away land. Whatever it was, it was not of this world. It made the spirit of the Marender afraid, something he didn’t think possible.
“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.”
Advena holds a hatchet in her hand, a warning to the red toa, hopefully. "I'd say it's more of a title, than anything." She begins to walk back towards New Atero. If she was lucky, this 'toa' wouldn't follow.
IC: The red Toa seems to stand still for a moment and then just-
In a few moments, the Toa sprints forward and stops next to Advena, hands clasped together. There is no smile, only seriousness written across the Toa's mask.
"A request, before you go? I need to give something to someone."
He holds up what looks like a small, clear Toa stone. "If you give this to someone for me, I promise I will leave you alone. And compensate you fairly."
Her expression was concealed, but her voice clearly sounded wary. "Why do they need it delivered? Besides, I'd need to know who this 'someone' even is."
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Vashari made his way back home, Xias 2. Despite it being a nightclub, it was always busy, even during the day. He was greeted by some patrons, as Rolvik was playing a string instrument on the tiny stage in the corner. He made his way to the back room, which only he had the key too. The back room was filled with plants, special mood altering herbs he had to keep a secret, as well as the distillery he used to turn them into a liquid form. But he wasn’t there for the herb today.
After carefully locking the door behind him, Vashari made his way to the back most corner of the room where there was a stack of heavy metal crates. He pushed them aside, revealing the trap door. He went inside the pitch black basement, locking the trap door from the inside. It was simple small room, with only a work table, a stool, and a safe built into the wall. He sat down, opening the safe, and pulling out a small shard of metal.
Vashari would spend hours a time, staring at the little piece of metal, trying to the decipher its mystery. It came to him towards the end of their journey to the far away land. Whatever it was, it was not of this world. It made the spirit of the Marender afraid, something he didn’t think possible.
OOC: I didn't know Vashari was a Toa of Stone.
Okay, bad joke.
Come! Come and listen, my friends. Listen as I regale you with the next chapter in the legend of the Bionicle.
Vashari made his way back home, Xias 2. Despite it being a nightclub, it was always busy, even during the day. He was greeted by some patrons, as Rolvik was playing a string instrument on the tiny stage in the corner. He made his way to the back room, which only he had the key too. The back room was filled with plants, special mood altering herbs he had to keep a secret, as well as the distillery he used to turn them into a liquid form. But he wasn’t there for the herb today.
After carefully locking the door behind him, Vashari made his way to the back most corner of the room where there was a stack of heavy metal crates. He pushed them aside, revealing the trap door. He went inside the pitch black basement, locking the trap door from the inside. It was simple small room, with only a work table, a stool, and a safe built into the wall. He sat down, opening the safe, and pulling out a small shard of metal.
Vashari would spend hours a time, staring at the little piece of metal, trying to the decipher its mystery. It came to him towards the end of their journey to the far away land. Whatever it was, it was not of this world. It made the spirit of the Marender afraid, something he didn’t think possible.
OOC: I didn't know Vashari was a Toa of Stone.
Okay, bad joke.
OOC: Not sure I get it.
“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.”
OOC: Herbs Distillery + War Veteran who would no doubt be completely insane were his mind more like a human's = Drugs
Also, are we gonna learn what this mysterious shiny shard of shininess is later?
OOC: Ohhhh, it’s obvious in retrospect. Maybe It may come back later. For now it’s just lore.
“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.”
OOC: Herbs Distillery + War Veteran who would no doubt be completely insane were his mind more like a human's = Drugs
Also, are we gonna learn what this mysterious shiny shard of shininess is later?
OOC: Ohhhh, it’s obvious in retrospect. Maybe It may come back later. For now it’s just lore.
OOC: *Poorly resists the urge to ask what it is*
Ok. Just mor lore and hinting then pls
IC: Sylah slumps against the wall closest to her, breathing heavily and staring emptily at the ground. The Vo-Toa raises a hand and lets out a roar as she punches the wall behind her, a notable crack appearing. She lowers her hand, and lies still, panting slightly and gritting her teeth.
"....I can't do it....I can't....see where everyone...is anymore..."
"..."
She gives a short, barking laugh and looks at Arilam despairingly, before lowering her head again. "..even...even when I'm not a monster...I still...I just..."
She does not speak for a few minutes, and smiles humorlessly.
"...I'm not a very good Toa, now am I?"
"We're Toa. Nature is our weapon." - Rahzahkea
"You. No matter what spell you were under, this was your doing. Remember that". - K̞͍̗͚̘a̶g̰̥e̳̦̞̝̻̕