Onu-Metru is the western portion of the island, just above Ko-Metru. It is essentially a massive crag, with most of the important work actually being done underground. Lightstones and solid protodermis are mined in Onu-Metru, and sent to the other Metrus to be used. However, the Metru is is better known for The Archives: a vast subterranean zoo where all manner of Rahi are kept in captivity. The Archives also contain a large wealth of history.
Post by yjflordofbio123 on Jun 6, 2017 11:45:00 GMT
Alcyoneus uses his seismic sense to search for The Student throughought the archives, which were so deeply attuned. Negative. He continues his search, the seismic sense only working on underground structures, for some peculiar reason. He continues his search, pondering.
Polybotes was upset. That was a fact. The normally sarcastic, witty and vicious Toa of Water was more quiet, reserved, and snappy. Porphyrion was also less pompous than usual.. He was planning something, and something happened to Polybotes...
The Kere would need to be alerted... Perhaps even the Erinyes.. Or Mata Nui forbid the Furies. Vicious ones. While the Kere could be found guarding locations all across the known universe, the Erinyes stayed on highly important islands, such as Karzahni, Artakha, the isle of Tren Krom, and once upon a time, Metru Nui. Alas, the Makuta of Metru Nui had ordered the Erinyes off the island, and sent them to Karzahni, due to their disruptive and sadistic nature. The Furies.. However them. There were only three Furies, and they were the head torturers of Karzahni. They were also called the Dirae, for their dire punishments to slacker Matoran.
They would speak to Nyx, who would sort everything out. Mnemosyne must never know, and all will be well....Unless.. What if..? Was it possible..?
He grins excitedly, finding something, on the border of Onu-Metru and Po-Metru.
Alcyoneus uses his seismic sense to search for The Student throughought the archives, which were so deeply attuned. Negative. He continues his search, the seismic sense only working on underground structures, for some peculiar reason. He continues his search, pondering.
Polybotes was upset. That was a fact. The normally sarcastic, witty and vicious Toa of Water was more quiet, reserved, and snappy. Porphyrion was also less pompous than usual.. He was planning something, and something happened to Polybotes...
The Kere would need to be alerted... Perhaps even the Erinyes.. Or Mata Nui forbid the Furies. Vicious ones. While the Kere could be found guarding locations all across the known universe, the Erinyes stayed on highly important islands, such as Karzahni, Artakha, the isle of Tren Krom, and once upon a time, Metru Nui. Alas, the Makuta of Metru Nui had ordered the Erinyes off the island, and sent them to Karzahni, due to their disruptive and sadistic nature. The Furies.. However them. There were only three Furies, and they were the head torturers of Karzahni. They were also called the Dirae, for their dire punishments to slacker Matoran.
They would speak to Nyx, who would sort everything out. Mnemosyne must never know, and all will be well....Unless.. What if..? Was it possible..?
He grins excitedly, finding something, on the border of Onu-Metru and Po-Metru.
Alcyoneus uses his seismic sense to search for The Student throughought the archives, which were so deeply attuned. Negative. He continues his search, the seismic sense only working on underground structures, for some peculiar reason. He continues his search, pondering.
Polybotes was upset. That was a fact. The normally sarcastic, witty and vicious Toa of Water was more quiet, reserved, and snappy. Porphyrion was also less pompous than usual.. He was planning something, and something happened to Polybotes...
The Kere would need to be alerted... Perhaps even the Erinyes.. Or Mata Nui forbid the Furies. Vicious ones. While the Kere could be found guarding locations all across the known universe, the Erinyes stayed on highly important islands, such as Karzahni, Artakha, the isle of Tren Krom, and once upon a time, Metru Nui. Alas, the Makuta of Metru Nui had ordered the Erinyes off the island, and sent them to Karzahni, due to their disruptive and sadistic nature. The Furies.. However them. There were only three Furies, and they were the head torturers of Karzahni. They were also called the Dirae, for their dire punishments to slacker Matoran.
They would speak to Nyx, who would sort everything out. Mnemosyne must never know, and all will be well....Unless.. What if..? Was it possible..?
He grins excitedly, finding something, on the border of Onu-Metru and Po-Metru.
That being, the border between Onu and Po-Metru
Ha ha
Alcyoneus frowns, disappointed. Just a clutch of eggs.. Probably some rahi-
His eyes widen. Those were no ordinary eggs! Indeed, the eggs, the size of a Matoran or so, were black in color, with a purple sheen. Alcyoneus recognized them, and the sweet scent they made.
IC: A clunk heralds the slow and eerie swing of the door to Nikan's special vault. A glowstone peaks around the opening, held by a silver masked matoran in a dark green cloak. "The ever-changer slumbers not of its own accord, but by the will of another." These words of hidden wisdom fall into the shadowy corners of the room never to be heard again. Raising his only source of light up to the stasis chamber, the uninvited visitor whispers to himself in an unknown tongue.
{JAMMERS! -keiththelegokid- ONLY!} In Nikan's dreams this newcomer materializes. His silver Komau begs to be taken off to reveal what lies beneath, but such an act is somehow known to be mercilessly forbidden. Is he even there? Or is he just a memory? These are questions that may never be given answers of certainty. Just as suddenly as the figure appeared, it fades.
IC: A clunk heralds the slow and eerie swing of the door to Nikan's special vault. A glowstone peaks around the opening, held by a silver masked matoran in a dark green cloak. "The ever-changer slumbers not of its own accord, but by the will of another." These words of hidden wisdom fall into the shadowy corners of the room never to be heard again. Raising his only source of light up to the stasis chamber, the uninvited visitor whispers to himself in an unknown tongue.
{JAMMERS! -keiththelegokid- ONLY!} In Nikan's dreams this newcomer materializes. His silver Komau begs to be taken off to reveal what lies beneath, but such an act is somehow known to be mercilessly forbidden. Is he even there? Or is he just a memory? These are questions that may never be given answers of certainty. Just as suddenly as the figure appeared, it fades.
Drip, drip, drip.....Fallen hammers.....Why? Why is everything moving so slow? Why can't he think faster?"
IC: A clunk heralds the slow and eerie swing of the door to Nikan's special vault. A glowstone peaks around the opening, held by a silver masked matoran in a dark green cloak. "The ever-changer slumbers not of its own accord, but by the will of another." These words of hidden wisdom fall into the shadowy corners of the room never to be heard again. Raising his only source of light up to the stasis chamber, the uninvited visitor whispers to himself in an unknown tongue.
{JAMMERS! -keiththelegokid- ONLY!} In Nikan's dreams this newcomer materializes. His silver Komau begs to be taken off to reveal what lies beneath, but such an act is somehow known to be mercilessly forbidden. Is he even there? Or is he just a memory? These are questions that may never be given answers of certainty. Just as suddenly as the figure appeared, it fades.
Drip, drip, drip.....Fallen hammers.....Why? Why is everything moving so slow? Why can't he think faster?"
"A true writer can do whatever with what they have. Why are you speaking in riddles? Is this a riddle thing?"
The being deactivates his lightstone. A low and wise chuckle is swallowed by the darkness.
"I use stories to effect the world around me. You effect the world around you to write stories. Why do you write on such a small tablet when you can fill the Archives with your chronicles?"
"A true writer can do whatever with what they have. Why are you speaking in riddles? Is this a riddle thing?"
The being deactivates his lightstone. A low and wise chuckle is swallowed by the darkness.
"I use stories to effect the world around me. You effect the world around you to write stories. Why do you write on such a small tablet when you can fill the Archives with your chronicles?"
"Cause this tablet sucks. I mean the ethereal beings are jerks. Besides a storm is coming, if the world isn't purged now it will be full of magic by the years end."
