OOC: I would like to note that at this stage, thoughts of the Brotherhood rebelling should only be a rumor at best. Certain things still need to happen before we can even consider such a thing
Black smoke soon begins to coalesce upon the table of the convocation hall. Within short order, the silhouette of a being begins to reverse-melt on the table, his form rising as more and more shadows coalesce upon the table. BY the end of this spectacle, the being has completely revealed himself to the Makuta gathered here. Two seething, malignant eyes, a burning purple, peer from behind its mask: which seemed custom-made to fit its terrifying aesthetic. The Makuta did not speak a word, and instead surveyed the room, observing the different Makuta gathered here.
Black smoke soon begins to coalesce upon the table of the convocation hall. Within short order, the silhouette of a being begins to reverse-melt on the table, his form rising as more and more shadows coalesce upon the table. BY the end of this spectacle, the being has completely revealed himself to the Makuta gathered here. Two seething, malignant eyes, a burning purple, peer from behind its mask: which seemed custom-made to fit its terrifying aesthetic. The Makuta did not speak a word, and instead surveyed the room, observing the different Makuta gathered here.
Voidarix raises an eyebrow slightly at his entrance, absent-mindedly fiddling with a small rock in his hand.
{JAMMERS! -Makuta- ONLY!}Keplers ultra Emarcee @ A voice appears in the heads of each of the Makuta. They recognize it as the voice of their brother Ornirax.
Brothers, I am sorry I could not be here at the moment. I am attending to urgent business on Zakaz at the moment, and will arrive as soon as possible.
{JAMMERS! -Makuta- ONLY!} Jalix wishes the fellow Makuta luck. Landix stays silent, wondering if it has anything to do with the rumor of overthrowing the Great Spirit.
Black smoke soon begins to coalesce upon the table of the convocation hall. Within short order, the silhouette of a being begins to reverse-melt on the table, his form rising as more and more shadows coalesce upon the table. BY the end of this spectacle, the being has completely revealed himself to the Makuta gathered here. Two seething, malignant eyes, a burning purple, peer from behind its mask: which seemed custom-made to fit its terrifying aesthetic. The Makuta did not speak a word, and instead surveyed the room, observing the different Makuta gathered here.
Jalix rises from his seat. "Welcome, brother!"
Landix begins to wish he had stayed on the Northern Continent.
Black smoke soon begins to coalesce upon the table of the convocation hall. Within short order, the silhouette of a being begins to reverse-melt on the table, his form rising as more and more shadows coalesce upon the table. BY the end of this spectacle, the being has completely revealed himself to the Makuta gathered here. Two seething, malignant eyes, a burning purple, peer from behind its mask: which seemed custom-made to fit its terrifying aesthetic. The Makuta did not speak a word, and instead surveyed the room, observing the different Makuta gathered here.
Voidarix raises an eyebrow slightly at his entrance, absent-mindedly fiddling with a small rock in his hand.
*Koval does the same, except he is also working out some scientific calculations on the side and fiddling with an atomic model*
Inharax remains unimpressed by the dramatic display. "Get on with it."
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Inharax remains unimpressed by the dramatic display. "Get on with it."
Kratark dissipates into smoke once more before resettling onto an empty chair in the Convocation hall.
"So this is The Brotherhood then? ...Not at all what I was expecting, in all honesty."
Kratark seated himself casually on this seat, his pervasive stare continuing to drift from Makuta to Makuta, scrutinizing each one, seeming to make mental notes about each of them.
"Hmm. You are either very foolish, or you simply do not care. Because none of you have questioned my presence here. How quaint. I also cannot help but notice... that you are not afraid."
He gave a moment's pause, again affixing his brutal stare onto several of the Makuta in the room.
"I must wonder..." he paused for a brief moment, still wary of the beings that were probably about to be his new peers. "why that is not the case. But no matter -- I am here because I was made to be here. Who is in charge? And more importantly: where am I, Makuta Kratark that is, to be of use here? It isn't every day you're suddenly created, and only given one cryptic command before being sent along into a new life."
Inharax remains unimpressed by the dramatic display. "Get on with it."
Kratark dissipates into smoke once more before resettling onto an empty chair in the Convocation hall.
"So this is The Brotherhood then? ...Not at all what I was expecting, in all honesty."
Kratark seated himself casually on this seat, his pervasive stare continuing to drift from Makuta to Makuta, scrutinizing each one, seeming to make mental notes about each of them.
"Hmm. You are either very foolish, or you simply do not care. Because none of you have questioned my presence here. How quaint. I also cannot help but notice... that you are not afraid."
He gave a moment's pause, again affixing his brutal stare onto several of the Makuta in the room.
"I must wonder..." he paused for a brief moment, still wary of the beings that were probably about to be his new peers. "why that is not the case. But no matter -- I am here because I was made to be here. Who is in charge? And more importantly: where am I, Makuta Kratark that is, to be of use here? It isn't every day you're suddenly created, and only given one cryptic command before being sent along into a new life."
Voidarix's eyes narrowed as Kratark's gaze passed over him. He didn't know why, but he had a feeling deep down that they were not going to get along.
