Four toa stumble through the forest. After an exhausting travel away from Foros, they settle around a tree. Only the toa of plantlife remains awake. Bodayik has an idea. He takes three of his masks and sets one beside each of his sleeping, maskless comrades. He then puts on his mask of Scavenging and goes back to being sentry.
A rather large entity clad entirely in emerald armor kneels at the northern shore of the region's largest lake, his gigantic staff/mace-like weapon embedded upside-down in the earth at his side. Although he remains perfectly still as a statue on the outside, his impossibly fast mind is mapping out the future with extraordinary detail. During the battle with his counterpart, he dedicated a tiny portion of his focus to cartograph the world beneath him. He is aware of everything and everyone that was on it at the time.
As he plans for the future, the many most directly potential courses that time can unfold are prioritized, while at the same time leaving plenty of room for flexibility should anything unexpected intervene. His thoughts are perfect and precise, with every margin of error being resolved and eliminated before he moves on to the next... a process that ultimately takes no time at all.
Four toa stumble through the forest. After an exhausting travel away from Foros, they settle around a tree. Only the toa of plantlife remains awake. Bodayik has an idea. He takes three of his masks and sets one beside each of his sleeping, maskless comrades. He then puts on his mask of Scavenging and goes back to being sentry.
Time passes and they awaken once more. Lekar stretches and then remembers the events that just transpired. He promptly springs awake, nearly crushing the Zatth gifted to him. "What hap- Where are we?" Bodayik stirs to wakefulness. "In the forest. Your sandscreen might have saved our lives. They didn't send anyone after us." "Odd." Next is the toa of water. She groans and sits for a while. Her hand comes across the mask of intangibility beside her and she realizes her face is bare. She sits up and feels her face to make sure of what she felt. "It's... gone?" She smiles. "It's gone! That wicked little creature is off my face, finally!" Gatava picks up the silver Kanohi beside her and traces it carefully with her finger before putting it on. She enjoys the rush of energy and leaps to her feet, determined to enjoy her freedom of control over herself. The Kanohi, in turn, absorbs a small amount of her own energy as it turns blue. Bodayik looks down, mildly amused. "You're welcome." "Did you...?" "Yeah, I pulled the Krana off your face." "Thank you."
Four toa stumble through the forest. After an exhausting travel away from Foros, they settle around a tree. Only the toa of plantlife remains awake. Bodayik has an idea. He takes three of his masks and sets one beside each of his sleeping, maskless comrades. He then puts on his mask of Scavenging and goes back to being sentry.
Time passes and they awaken once more. Lekar stretches and then remembers the events that just transpired. He promptly springs awake, nearly crushing the Zatth gifted to him. "What hap- Where are we?" Bodayik stirs to wakefulness. "In the forest. Your sandscreen might have saved our lives. They didn't send anyone after us." "Odd." Next is the toa of water. She groans and sits for a while. Her hand comes across the mask of intangibility beside her and she realizes her face is bare. She sits up and feels her face to make sure of what she felt. "It's... gone?" She smiles. "It's gone! That wicked little creature is off my face, finally!" Gatava picks up the silver Kanohi beside her and traces it carefully with her finger before putting it on. She enjoys the rush of energy and leaps to her feet, determined to enjoy her freedom of control over herself. The Kanohi, in turn, absorbs a small amount of her own energy as it turns blue. Bodayik looks down, mildly amused. "You're welcome." "Did you...?" "Yeah, I pulled the Krana off your face." "Thank you."
Last to awaken is the toa clad in white and silver. Kolei-kal awakens, and gropes at his face when he realizes the incessant mental chatter has vanished. "Wait, what happened...?" Gatava pulls him to his feet. "The toa of plantlife there took off our Krana. We're free." "Free?" Kolei looks down at himself, and for the first time, he isn't quite sure what to do. He mutters the word again. "Free." Freedom. Liberty. The ability to do whatever oneself wants to and is capable of doing, unbound by another's commands. It might not be so bad. He grins. "Free." Kolei stretches and puts on the mask gifted to him; a mask of Rahi control. "Alright then, comrades. Where do we go from here?"
A rather large entity clad entirely in emerald armor kneels at the northern shore of the region's largest lake, his gigantic staff/mace-like weapon embedded upside-down in the earth at his side. Although he remains perfectly still as a statue on the outside, his impossibly fast mind is mapping out the future with extraordinary detail. During the battle with his counterpart, he dedicated a tiny portion of his focus to cartograph the world beneath him. He is aware of everything and everyone that was on it at the time.
As he plans for the future, the many most directly potential courses that time can unfold are prioritized, while at the same time leaving plenty of room for flexibility should anything unexpected intervene. His thoughts are perfect and precise, with every margin of error being resolved and eliminated before he moves on to the next... a process that ultimately takes no time at all.
Procella slithers up to him, still within the lake. "Are you a servant of Zemlya? If so, you are not welcomed. If not, then welcome!" She grins, warily. Not wanting to displease a potential guest, she offers her hand, completely ignoring the mace/staff
A rather large entity clad entirely in emerald armor kneels at the northern shore of the region's largest lake, his gigantic staff/mace-like weapon embedded upside-down in the earth at his side. Although he remains perfectly still as a statue on the outside, his impossibly fast mind is mapping out the future with extraordinary detail. During the battle with his counterpart, he dedicated a tiny portion of his focus to cartograph the world beneath him. He is aware of everything and everyone that was on it at the time.
As he plans for the future, the many most directly potential courses that time can unfold are prioritized, while at the same time leaving plenty of room for flexibility should anything unexpected intervene. His thoughts are perfect and precise, with every margin of error being resolved and eliminated before he moves on to the next... a process that ultimately takes no time at all.
Procella slithers up to him, still within the lake. "Are you a servant of Zemlya? If so, you are not welcomed. If not, then welcome!" She grins, warily. Not wanting to displease a potential guest, she offers her hand, completely ignoring the mace/staff
The entity raises his head slightly, and various decorative streams of green light flare to life upon his body... as well as fiery orange eyes that immediately contradict the dominant theme of emerald.
"I am servant to none."
He gets up from his kneeling position and grabs hold of his weapon's long handle with one hand, effortlessly tearing it from the mossy earth.
"I have disturbed your dwelling place. I will leave."
Procella slithers up to him, still within the lake. "Are you a servant of Zemlya? If so, you are not welcomed. If not, then welcome!" She grins, warily. Not wanting to displease a potential guest, she offers her hand, completely ignoring the mace/staff
The entity raises his head slightly, and various decorative streams of green light flare to life upon his body... as well as fiery orange eyes that immediately contradict the dominant theme of emerald.
"I am servant to none."
He gets up from his kneeling position and grabs hold of his weapon's long handle with one hand, effortlessly tearing it from the mossy earth.
"I have disturbed your dwelling place. I will leave."
Procella grins widely. "No, it's okay! You can stay if you like! Um... " She lowers her hand. "May I ask your name?" The water bubbles and froths, Procella unaware.
The entity raises his head slightly, and various decorative streams of green light flare to life upon his body... as well as fiery orange eyes that immediately contradict the dominant theme of emerald.
"I am servant to none."
He gets up from his kneeling position and grabs hold of his weapon's long handle with one hand, effortlessly tearing it from the mossy earth.
"I have disturbed your dwelling place. I will leave."
Procella grins widely. "No, it's okay! You can stay if you like! Um... " She lowers her hand. "May I ask your name?" The water bubbles and froths, Procella unaware.
He pauses just as he is about to leave, and turns slightly back to face Procella. His icy voice resonates from his expressionless plated face once more.
"I am known by many as The Composer. I seem to have overlooked your presence here... an unintentional mistake. Therefore, what is yourname?"
Procella grins widely. "No, it's okay! You can stay if you like! Um... " She lowers her hand. "May I ask your name?" The water bubbles and froths, Procella unaware.
He pauses just as he is about to leave, and turns slightly back to face Procella. His icy voice resonates from his expressionless plated face once more.
"I am known by many as The Composer. I seem to have overlooked your presence here... an unintentional mistake. Therefore, what is yourname?"
"Pleasure to meet you, The Composer." She says, ignoring the icy tone. "My name would be Procella. I am what the Matoran called an Elemental Lord." She turns, finally noticing the bubbling and frothing. "Neptulon's bored." She says, before the lake freezes over in some parts, before rising into a pillar. It crashes back down, not a single drop falling out of place. She chuckles. "People tend to not notice us anymore. Um, Zemlya lives somewhere in the desert, in some fortress no doubt. Ackarne lives in a Volcano over in Av-Ta-Su Wahi. He's crabby, I don't like him." She gestures to said direction.
"Atem lives in the mountains of Ko-De-Ce-Kra Wahi, near the peak. He's kind of annoying at times, but he means well. May I ask what you were doing around here?" She pauses, tapping a finger to her lips. "I don't recall ever seeing you. Have you, Neptulon?" She looks to the lake, where a bulky figure shakes his head.
He pauses just as he is about to leave, and turns slightly back to face Procella. His icy voice resonates from his expressionless plated face once more.
"I am known by many as The Composer. I seem to have overlooked your presence here... an unintentional mistake. Therefore, what is yourname?"
"Pleasure to meet you, The Composer." She says, ignoring the icy tone. "My name would be Procella. I am what the Matoran called an Elemental Lord." She turns, finally noticing the bubbling and frothing. "Neptulon's bored." She says, before the lake freezes over in some parts, before rising into a pillar. It crashes back down, not a single drop falling out of place. She chuckles. "People tend to not notice us anymore. Um, Zemlya lives somewhere in the desert, in some fortress no doubt. Ackarne lives in a Volcano over in Av-Ta-Su Wahi. He's crabby, I don't like him." She gestures to said direction.
"Atem lives in the mountains of Ko-De-Ce-Kra Wahi, near the peak. He's kind of annoying at times, but he means well. May I ask what you were doing around here?" She pauses, tapping a finger to her lips. "I don't recall ever seeing you. Have you, Neptulon?" She looks to the lake, where a bulky figure shakes his head.
"Element Lords... it seems I am more familiar than initially realized; the Great Beings' databases had much to say about the likes of you. About your failures, especially."
He returns down into the kneeling position, slamming his weapon head-first back into the earth with enough force to halfway bury the bladed prongs of the mace.
"I merely sought a place void of distraction, but I found conversation instead. How long have you been hiding here?"
"Pleasure to meet you, The Composer." She says, ignoring the icy tone. "My name would be Procella. I am what the Matoran called an Elemental Lord." She turns, finally noticing the bubbling and frothing. "Neptulon's bored." She says, before the lake freezes over in some parts, before rising into a pillar. It crashes back down, not a single drop falling out of place. She chuckles. "People tend to not notice us anymore. Um, Zemlya lives somewhere in the desert, in some fortress no doubt. Ackarne lives in a Volcano over in Av-Ta-Su Wahi. He's crabby, I don't like him." She gestures to said direction.
"Atem lives in the mountains of Ko-De-Ce-Kra Wahi, near the peak. He's kind of annoying at times, but he means well. May I ask what you were doing around here?" She pauses, tapping a finger to her lips. "I don't recall ever seeing you. Have you, Neptulon?" She looks to the lake, where a bulky figure shakes his head.
"Element Lords... it seems I am more familiar than initially realized; the Great Beings' databases had much to say about the likes of you. About your failures, especially."
He returns down into the kneeling position, slamming his weapon head-first back into the earth with enough force to halfway bury the bladed prongs of the mace.
"I merely sought a place void of distraction, but I found conversation instead. How long have you been hiding here?"
"The Elemental Lords of old are not the same as my kind. We were dubbed the Elemental Lords by the Matoran. I can assure you, we are not the same Elemental Lords."
She shrugs. "Ever since the planet was reformed. The others had exiled me, because I found solace, I found bliss. They were jealous and exiled me."
"Element Lords... it seems I am more familiar than initially realized; the Great Beings' databases had much to say about the likes of you. About your failures, especially."
He returns down into the kneeling position, slamming his weapon head-first back into the earth with enough force to halfway bury the bladed prongs of the mace.
"I merely sought a place void of distraction, but I found conversation instead. How long have you been hiding here?"
"The Elemental Lords of old are not the same as my kind. We were dubbed the Elemental Lords by the Matoran. I can assure you, we are not the same Elemental Lords."
She shrugs. "Ever since the planet was reformed. The others had exiled me, because I found solace, I found bliss. They were jealous and exiled me."
"I see. And why did you agree to such twisted judgment? You seemingly found something they did not; would you not fight in defense for what is rightfully yours? If that is all they claimed you as guilty for, then you have been wronged."
"The Elemental Lords of old are not the same as my kind. We were dubbed the Elemental Lords by the Matoran. I can assure you, we are not the same Elemental Lords."
She shrugs. "Ever since the planet was reformed. The others had exiled me, because I found solace, I found bliss. They were jealous and exiled me."
"I see. And why did you agree to such twisted judgment? You seemingly found something they did not; would you not fight in defense for what is rightfully yours? If that is all they claimed you as guilty for, then you have been wronged."
She sighs. "I've always been the weakest out of the four of us. I did fight and it got me this." She lifts her mermaid-esque tail up, to show a pale, yet still visible, jagged scar running across it. "I can not hope to stand against any of them." She puts her tail back in the water.
"I see. And why did you agree to such twisted judgment? You seemingly found something they did not; would you not fight in defense for what is rightfully yours? If that is all they claimed you as guilty for, then you have been wronged."
She sighs. "I've always been the weakest out of the four of us. I did fight and it got me this." She lifts her mermaid-esque tail up, to show a pale, yet still visible, jagged scar running across it. "I can not hope to stand against any of them." She puts her tail back in the water.
"If you know you are weak, and yet do nothing to change it... then you deserve your fate. Only a hopeless fool would allow themselves to be unjustly cast away, and further yet accept their wrongful punishment. That is the true weakness to be found here."
She sighs. "I've always been the weakest out of the four of us. I did fight and it got me this." She lifts her mermaid-esque tail up, to show a pale, yet still visible, jagged scar running across it. "I can not hope to stand against any of them." She puts her tail back in the water.
"If you know you are weak, and yet do nothing to change it... then you deserve your fate. Only a hopeless fool would allow themselves to be unjustly cast away, and further yet accept their wrongful punishment. That is the true weakness to be found here."
She looks at him funnily. "What could I do to change it?" She grits her teeth at being called a fool. "Kill them? I tried. I'm weaker. Train? I'm at peak condition. There is nothing I can do, that I know of."
"If you know you are weak, and yet do nothing to change it... then you deserve your fate. Only a hopeless fool would allow themselves to be unjustly cast away, and further yet accept their wrongful punishment. That is the true weakness to be found here."
She looks at him funnily. "What could I do to change it?" She grits her teeth at being called a fool. "Kill them? I tried. I'm weaker. Train? I'm at peak condition. There is nothing I can do, that I know of."
"You are wrong. Impossible is merely a word that lesser beings use to excuse their inadequacy. Nothing is impossible. If your rightful justification cannot be obtained from your peak physicality, then diligently seek wisdom and power elsewhere. Your success will be measured by your persistence."
She looks at him funnily. "What could I do to change it?" She grits her teeth at being called a fool. "Kill them? I tried. I'm weaker. Train? I'm at peak condition. There is nothing I can do, that I know of."
"You are wrong. Impossible is merely a word that lesser beings use to excuse their inadequacy. Nothing is impossible. If your rightful justification cannot be obtained from your peak physicality, then diligently seek wisdom and power elsewhere. Your success will be measured by your persistence."
"You are wrong. Impossible is merely a word that lesser beings use to excuse their inadequacy. Nothing is impossible. If your rightful justification cannot be obtained from your peak physicality, then diligently seek wisdom and power elsewhere. Your success will be measured by your persistence."
She hums. "Could you help me?"
"If only to see these other 'Lords' for myself. In simpler words... yes, I could help you."
"If only to see these other 'Lords' for myself. In simpler words... yes, I could help you."
She nods. "I see. I can take you to visit them, if you would like...just, hold on one moment?" She doesn't wait for a response as she dives underwater, dragging Neptulon with her. "Okay, let's go!" She says, jumping out as her tail turns into a snake like trunk, instead of the mermaid tail. Neptulon follows. "Would you like to see Atem, Zemlya or Ackarne first?" She asks.