Post by Tropico on Jul 2, 2009 17:13:13 GMT -5
Phiotopis coughed, straightening his old spectacles, already so many years ancient that even the spectacles fail to grant him somewhat better vision, by now he is a turaga, crippled and crumbling and nearly the last of his kind... that of which being a “Bionicle”. But still a chronicler within the temples of knowledge, of which lay in ruins by now. You had asked him earlier about the stories a thousand times passed, to which he had responded with a creaky smile, reminiscing well.
“In the time within time, not before it, not after it, there was planet, monstrous in size, if one was to ever compare this monster to another planet, it was at least twice the size of the planet you whole-organics would call “Jupiter”. It played host to thousands of different species of creatures and host to organizations, both benign and serene such as the Order of Paladins to sinister and deadly such as the Dark hunters and Brotherhood of Makuta.
And as we rest on that topic, I shall tell you of one in particular... An organization that sought to overthrow the immense evils of this colossal world, it assigned itself “jobs” to aid and protect others that other organizations thought below them, or weren’t going to be paid to do. The master of this order was a Elagii, far different from the Moray eel-like aliens called Eeiga. An Elagii is a being that resembles a toa in face... but sometimes that’s the only recognizable part. Some males look like hulking, ape-like gentle giants with a war-waging mental twist, most females resemble the refined and pristine toa. The feet vary from being totally digigrade, to plantigrade with similarities to normal toa’s feet... But it is with him that our story begins.....”
A stone table stood in the middle of a dark room, lit only with a little candle that was being held. On the stone table was various figures, and a map of the world some all of it brown and deep teal with exceptions, these exceptions being such hostile territory that they had to be marked in red to keep would be travelers from risking, and potentially losing their lives. Little figurines stood about the map idly, marking out the position of beings who the organization, otherwise known as “The Watch”, wants to keep close tabs on in case of a threat to innocent lives.
Looming over the map like a discontented vulture was a robed figure, his bright red eyes darting from figure to figure. “I am not pleased, Lieutenant Abidhai, not pleased at all... Baron Armastus was assassinated, Viceroy Sh’maal was supposedly “slain in combat” and members of the Order of the Open Eye are dropping like flies.” Said being spoke with such guttural vigor it may as well be growling from a common rahi. The being that the figure addressed as “Abidhai”, holding the candle merely glanced up. The candle granting minimal illumination to the face, scarf and poncho.
His free hand reached up and tugged down his scarf to speak. “If you seek enlightenment, Sir, I have nothing to offer.” He spoke in a soft, knowing voice “The only beings I can suppose would be behind the murders and Assassinations would be Dark hunters that were assigned the task...”
The cloaked being, not pleased with this answer at all, let out a vicious roar and slamming his fists into the stone table “Simple guesses are not enough! I want ANSWERS!” his sudden violent motions made the figurines jump lightly, some falling over.
“Calm your rage, Leader, it does not serve you well here.” Abidhai spoke again, glancing at eyes in the dark looking on in fear. “But, if it would please you, I have brought with me some news.” The robed Egalii looked up, his red glare in the strong darkness seemed to shoot flaming daggers at his lieutenant. The toa lit by candlelight ignored this and continued “I have sent out The Messenger, and he is scouring the continent and small islands.” He paused a moment, noting the questioning stare he received. And continued as if it was a go-ahead, “I sent him out with scrolls of debrief, to enlist Six unknown factors into the role of a team to learn for us the real cause of the problem.”
The larger individual’s red eyes softened to a reddish orange, he was pondering...
“...Very well, Abidhai, return here when The Messenger comes back to his loft.”
----
The first vassal, orange and gray, hands carved to ribbons, plated mask, and with vents all over his body, so many that one may wonder what the reason is for such, but the chipping paint reveals well enough that the Matoran is a matoran of Sonic, or sound. He had been lounging ever so leisurely upon a rock, soaking up rays on a beach on an island known to be inhabited by nocturnal cannibalistic tribes.
He however found himself rudely awoken by a sudden darkness coating him, as he opened his eyes he blinked, squinting at figure eclipsing the sun... the bloke had to be no more than at least 6’8” at most! But he looked rather lanky, and was hooded.
Coiatte’s eyes widened in horror and he immediately looked down at the fellow’s feet, plantigrade, with three claws per foot, close together. Immediately identifying the toa-like individual as an Egalii.
“What do you want, False-hero?” the significantly smaller matoran demanded. Its cold blue eyes blinked and it cleared its throat.
“Coiatte, I have come here to provide you a parcel. You are to follow the instructions as listed, and wait for your fellow Unknown factors at the designated area.” With that, the taller being put down a scroll, with a wax stamp, depicting a helm and shield and left the sound matoran as is, being scant on details as he speeds from view, like a ninja on a mission.
Coiatte blinked curiously, then looked down at the parcel, opening it up and looking at it all, “...Huh, Kessata... never heard of that place before...” along with the map and instructions was a small piece of metal, that looked like it belonged to a device.
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((ooc: aaand that’s it, now I need you all to post some characters send in some RP posts of yer dudes going about their normal daily lives.... the messenger will find them... he usually does. Also, a piece of metal and same stuff comes with all parcels. So now you know what you all get when he delivers his parcel.))
“In the time within time, not before it, not after it, there was planet, monstrous in size, if one was to ever compare this monster to another planet, it was at least twice the size of the planet you whole-organics would call “Jupiter”. It played host to thousands of different species of creatures and host to organizations, both benign and serene such as the Order of Paladins to sinister and deadly such as the Dark hunters and Brotherhood of Makuta.
And as we rest on that topic, I shall tell you of one in particular... An organization that sought to overthrow the immense evils of this colossal world, it assigned itself “jobs” to aid and protect others that other organizations thought below them, or weren’t going to be paid to do. The master of this order was a Elagii, far different from the Moray eel-like aliens called Eeiga. An Elagii is a being that resembles a toa in face... but sometimes that’s the only recognizable part. Some males look like hulking, ape-like gentle giants with a war-waging mental twist, most females resemble the refined and pristine toa. The feet vary from being totally digigrade, to plantigrade with similarities to normal toa’s feet... But it is with him that our story begins.....”
A stone table stood in the middle of a dark room, lit only with a little candle that was being held. On the stone table was various figures, and a map of the world some all of it brown and deep teal with exceptions, these exceptions being such hostile territory that they had to be marked in red to keep would be travelers from risking, and potentially losing their lives. Little figurines stood about the map idly, marking out the position of beings who the organization, otherwise known as “The Watch”, wants to keep close tabs on in case of a threat to innocent lives.
Looming over the map like a discontented vulture was a robed figure, his bright red eyes darting from figure to figure. “I am not pleased, Lieutenant Abidhai, not pleased at all... Baron Armastus was assassinated, Viceroy Sh’maal was supposedly “slain in combat” and members of the Order of the Open Eye are dropping like flies.” Said being spoke with such guttural vigor it may as well be growling from a common rahi. The being that the figure addressed as “Abidhai”, holding the candle merely glanced up. The candle granting minimal illumination to the face, scarf and poncho.
His free hand reached up and tugged down his scarf to speak. “If you seek enlightenment, Sir, I have nothing to offer.” He spoke in a soft, knowing voice “The only beings I can suppose would be behind the murders and Assassinations would be Dark hunters that were assigned the task...”
The cloaked being, not pleased with this answer at all, let out a vicious roar and slamming his fists into the stone table “Simple guesses are not enough! I want ANSWERS!” his sudden violent motions made the figurines jump lightly, some falling over.
“Calm your rage, Leader, it does not serve you well here.” Abidhai spoke again, glancing at eyes in the dark looking on in fear. “But, if it would please you, I have brought with me some news.” The robed Egalii looked up, his red glare in the strong darkness seemed to shoot flaming daggers at his lieutenant. The toa lit by candlelight ignored this and continued “I have sent out The Messenger, and he is scouring the continent and small islands.” He paused a moment, noting the questioning stare he received. And continued as if it was a go-ahead, “I sent him out with scrolls of debrief, to enlist Six unknown factors into the role of a team to learn for us the real cause of the problem.”
The larger individual’s red eyes softened to a reddish orange, he was pondering...
“...Very well, Abidhai, return here when The Messenger comes back to his loft.”
----
The first vassal, orange and gray, hands carved to ribbons, plated mask, and with vents all over his body, so many that one may wonder what the reason is for such, but the chipping paint reveals well enough that the Matoran is a matoran of Sonic, or sound. He had been lounging ever so leisurely upon a rock, soaking up rays on a beach on an island known to be inhabited by nocturnal cannibalistic tribes.
He however found himself rudely awoken by a sudden darkness coating him, as he opened his eyes he blinked, squinting at figure eclipsing the sun... the bloke had to be no more than at least 6’8” at most! But he looked rather lanky, and was hooded.
Coiatte’s eyes widened in horror and he immediately looked down at the fellow’s feet, plantigrade, with three claws per foot, close together. Immediately identifying the toa-like individual as an Egalii.
“What do you want, False-hero?” the significantly smaller matoran demanded. Its cold blue eyes blinked and it cleared its throat.
“Coiatte, I have come here to provide you a parcel. You are to follow the instructions as listed, and wait for your fellow Unknown factors at the designated area.” With that, the taller being put down a scroll, with a wax stamp, depicting a helm and shield and left the sound matoran as is, being scant on details as he speeds from view, like a ninja on a mission.
Coiatte blinked curiously, then looked down at the parcel, opening it up and looking at it all, “...Huh, Kessata... never heard of that place before...” along with the map and instructions was a small piece of metal, that looked like it belonged to a device.
----
((ooc: aaand that’s it, now I need you all to post some characters send in some RP posts of yer dudes going about their normal daily lives.... the messenger will find them... he usually does. Also, a piece of metal and same stuff comes with all parcels. So now you know what you all get when he delivers his parcel.))