"All Stelt hangs in the balance. The smallest push on one side will tip the scales in your favour. Or someone else's. I am that push."
"Ah, but it seems you've forgotten that Stelt stays balanced. If there is a push to one of us, the rest gang up on that one and even things out. It's how the game always goes, a push will be returned with a shove."
Oxlley drags the recently deceased form of Aristocratikus into a corner, and takes his seat in the hall.
"Ah, but it seems you've forgotten that Stelt stays balanced. If there is a push to one of us, the rest gang up on that one and even things out. It's how the game always goes, a push will be returned with a shove."
Oxlley drags the recently deceased form of Aristocratikus into a corner, and takes his seat in the hall.
"Not if they do not survive the push."
"Another always seems to come along if they don't."
"Let stelt fall! N'me concern." Aristocratikus sneers. "B'gone!! Go botha 'Adame Nightstar!" He sneers. He gestures for them to leave. "Git her approval, you got mine."
The aristocrat promptly falls asleep.
Seeing him fall asleep, Oxlley approaches him, and places both hands around the intoxicated aristocrat's head. A sharp snap later, Oxlley drags the limp form of Aristocratikus into a corner, and takes a seat on his throne.
The servants shrug, and begin dragging Aristocratikus into the back yard. None of them liked the dude.
"Another always seems to come along if they don't."
"You underestimate me."
He thinks for a moment. "Why now? First the Kalmah fellow comes wanting to unite Stelt and now you come not long after. What is coming what I and the others don't know about?"
He thinks for a moment. "Why now? First the Kalmah fellow comes wanting to unite Stelt and now you come not long after. What is coming what I and the others don't know about?"
"Change, my dear. And it seems not a moment too soon."
He thinks for a moment. "Why now? First the Kalmah fellow comes wanting to unite Stelt and now you come not long after. What is coming what I and the others don't know about?"
"A storm." A soft voice says. In the shadows, twenty seven blinking eyes, angular slits really, stare at the duo. Slithering tentacles pool, as a hideous, grotesque abomination appears. Yet, before their eyes, the abomination transforms into a relatively normal looking woman, hidden by a thin veil of beauty. The facade is almost perfect, except for the decaying left hip and rotting right arm.
"A storm is coming, and Stelt will be in the middle of it. Not Metru Nui, not Xia, not Destral, not even Nynrah. Stelt. This puny, insignificant island will be the center of the storm." She muses. A tendril holding the remains of Aristocratikus forms, dragging the large aristocrat into a gaping chasm which temporarily replaced the woman. She smiles chipperly, walking slowly towards the pair. "The question is.. Will you herald the storm, or will you succumb to the storm?" She grins. Her green colors do not seem like armor.
He thinks for a moment. "Why now? First the Kalmah fellow comes wanting to unite Stelt and now you come not long after. What is coming what I and the others don't know about?"
"A storm." A soft voice says. In the shadows, twenty seven blinking eyes, angular slits really, stare at the duo. Slithering tentacles pool, as a hideous, grotesque abomination appears. Yet, before their eyes, the abomination transforms into a relatively normal looking woman, hidden by a thin veil of beauty. The facade is almost perfect, except for the decaying left hip and rotting right arm.
"A storm is coming, and Stelt will be in the middle of it. Not Metru Nui, not Xia, not Destral, not even Nynrah. Stelt. This puny, insignificant island will be the center of the storm." She muses. A tendril holding the remains of Aristocratikus forms, dragging the large aristocrat into a gaping chasm which temporarily replaced the woman. She smiles chipperly, walking slowly towards the pair. "The question is.. Will you herald the storm, or will you succumb to the storm?" She grins. Her green colors do not seem like armor.
As if to authenticate her words, the explosion of a lightning bolt erupts one block down.
"A storm." A soft voice says. In the shadows, twenty seven blinking eyes, angular slits really, stare at the duo. Slithering tentacles pool, as a hideous, grotesque abomination appears. Yet, before their eyes, the abomination transforms into a relatively normal looking woman, hidden by a thin veil of beauty. The facade is almost perfect, except for the decaying left hip and rotting right arm.
"A storm is coming, and Stelt will be in the middle of it. Not Metru Nui, not Xia, not Destral, not even Nynrah. Stelt. This puny, insignificant island will be the center of the storm." She muses. A tendril holding the remains of Aristocratikus forms, dragging the large aristocrat into a gaping chasm which temporarily replaced the woman. She smiles chipperly, walking slowly towards the pair. "The question is.. Will you herald the storm, or will you succumb to the storm?" She grins. Her green colors do not seem like armor.
As if to authenticate her words, the explosion of a lightning bolt erupts one block down.
She grins. Her eyes gleam. "I am giving you a warning. Do not unite Stelt, for it shall be the ruination of it. United you fall, divided you stand. A poetic twist, yes?"
As if to authenticate her words, the explosion of a lightning bolt erupts one block down.
She grins. Her eyes gleam. "I am giving you a warning. Do not unite Stelt, for it shall be the ruination of it. United you fall, divided you stand. A poetic twist, yes?"
Oxlley sighs, "Now, even I can't resist a touch of the dramatic," Oxlley stands and does something between a hop and a skip down from the chair's raised platform, "But emerging from the shadows? Unveiled threats and cryptic tone? The rotting flesh? I beg your pardon, but even my elementary drama class could've told you that was too edgy to inspire terror. And they were mostly Makuta, for heaven's sake! Bless!"
"Anger a single Makuta? I have angered many. I am no god, but I am not some ignorant weakling. My mistress, how I thoroughly despise her and her shackles, is one of the ancients. No Makuta is foolish enough, not even Lady Toxica, to dare cross her." He grins. "Do not test me, child. You may have power, but you cannot back it up. You did not answer my question. Answer it?" He cackles out.
"I'll show you who has authority!" Marionette's fist gets shoved into his kanohi, dislodging it. "You've crossed me." Svin bubbles a laugh. "Thank you." She uses her powers to give Marionette the feeling of a powerful sickness. To him, the world is being shook as if by a god, and his insides are trading places at random. "I don't want to hear any pleas! What your feeling right now is merciful!"
"I'll show you who has authority!" Marionette's fist gets shoved into his kanohi, dislodging it. "You've crossed me." Svin bubbles a laugh. "Thank you." She uses her powers to give Marionette the feeling of a powerful sickness. To him, the world is being shook as if by a god, and his insides are trading places at random. "I don't want to hear any pleas! What your feeling right now is merciful!"
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IC: He fixes himself up via gravity. He snickers, his snickers leading to giggles, to cackling all the way to full blown insane laughter. "Yes! Hhehe!" He roars. The matoran quiver, unused to seeing their master so happy. If Svin probes his mind again, she'll find absolute chaos and anarchy.
"Die." He snarls out, in between laughs. A gravitational pressure slams down on all of the Toa. The insane "Marionette" grabs his puppets, and flings them at Svin like flails.
IC: He fixes himself up via gravity. He snickers, his snickers leading to giggles, to cackling all the way to full blown insane laughter. "Yes! Hhehe!" He roars. The matoran quiver, unused to seeing their master so happy. If Svin probes his mind again, she'll find absolute chaos and anarchy.
"Die." He snarls out, in between laughs. A gravitational pressure slams down on all of the Toa. The insane "Marionette" grabs his puppets, and flings them at Svin like flails.
Svin tilts her head. The expression in her photoreceptors is one of amused confusion. "You're awful at this." True to her words, the toa only seem to need to shift their feet in responce to Marionette's attack.
IC: He fixes himself up via gravity. He snickers, his snickers leading to giggles, to cackling all the way to full blown insane laughter. "Yes! Hhehe!" He roars. The matoran quiver, unused to seeing their master so happy. If Svin probes his mind again, she'll find absolute chaos and anarchy.
"Die." He snarls out, in between laughs. A gravitational pressure slams down on all of the Toa. The insane "Marionette" grabs his puppets, and flings them at Svin like flails.
Svin tilts her head. The expression in her photoreceptors is one of amused confusion. "You're awful at this." True to her words, the toa only seem to need to shift their feet in responce to Marionette's attack.
The gravitational pressure should make it far harder to dodge the puppets?
Svin tilts her head. The expression in her photoreceptors is one of amused confusion. "You're awful at this." True to her words, the toa only seem to need to shift their feet in responce to Marionette's attack.
The gravitational pressure should make it far harder to dodge the puppets?
That it does, and yet it seems as though these toa had trained for such a scenario years in advance...?
"If you want to skip the extra work, you can just tell me where the rare materials are."
