Arkav leads Wezrahn to fire where Eltromara finishes her tale of a Toa and his Phase Dragon. Mournful tears and inspired silence accent an atmosphere of awe and curiosity. In little time, the crowd turns their heads to the one Toa for perhaps kio around. -besides Levonirax.
"Any stories you feel like sharing?" One villager asks.
The tahtorak slowly draw closer to the fire, Levonirax sitting nearby.
As the Koros express their interest, Arkav withdraws from the inner circle closest to the fire's light. Few of the matoran notice a weak glowing aura around him, even though he does not.
"Go on," Eltromara encourages. "You have our audioreceptors, Toa."
Arkav looks into the minds of all matoran around the fire, and he finally sees a difference; Light. More then half of the villagers wield a purer luminescence in their thoughts and emotions, as opposed to the dull glow of ordinary matoran.
"One day. I was at Zakaz, and met this Skakdi general. We said I could pass if I wreslted him. So I went on and took the challenge. Hitting him many times until I uppercut him and knocked him out cold!"
Overall, the matoran seem impressed by such a feat, although there is an uncertainty. Only Arkav knows what a skakdi really is.
"You have surely displayed your might, Toa." Eltromara gives a weak nod. "Levonirax... have you any tales? We have enought time for one more before our minds are clouded with fatigue."
As the night unfolds, Arkav records the names of present matoran with brighter hearts. Why are they so different? Maybe he can find an answer through his studies.
"One day. I was at Zakaz, and met this Skakdi general. We said I could pass if I wreslted him. So I went on and took the challenge. Hitting him many times until I uppercut him and knocked him out cold!"
Overall, the matoran seem impressed by such a feat, although there is an uncertainty. Only Arkav knows what a skakdi really is.
"You have surely displayed your might, Toa." Eltromara gives a weak nod. "Levonirax... have you any tales? We have enought time for one more before our minds are clouded with fatigue."
As the night unfolds, Arkav records the names of present matoran with brighter hearts. Why are they so different? Maybe he can find an answer through his studies.
OOC: Awwww I wanted them to believe it.
Wezrah cannot help but smile. "He pats a Matoran on the shoulder softly.
Leader of the Brotherhood of Makuta Valix The King of Destruction and Strategic Master of War
Overall, the matoran seem impressed by such a feat, although there is an uncertainty. Only Arkav knows what a skakdi really is.
"You have surely displayed your might, Toa." Eltromara gives a weak nod. "Levonirax... have you any tales? We have enought time for one more before our minds are clouded with fatigue."
As the night unfolds, Arkav records the names of present matoran with brighter hearts. Why are they so different? Maybe he can find an answer through his studies.
OOC: Awwww I wanted them to believe it.
Wezrah cannot help but smile. "He pats a Matoran on the shoulder softly."
"Who? and which matoran?" OOC: They did, but none of them knew what a Skakdi was.
IC: Finding Wezrahn (Wezrah?) and Levonirax similar to the dull glowing matoran --at least in heart-- Arkav retreats from the Koros to write a conclusion.
Humility is not thinking less of yourself, it is thinking of yourself less. Arkav needs to remind himself of that every minute of every hour. He should spend less time improving his own morality and work more on helping others in need. No more will he focus on himself! His focus is on the matoran, Mata-Nui's chosen race. Speaking of the chosen race, are some of them more worthy then others? Light is good, and some beings had brighter heartlights then their friends, so surely there are beings with greater destinies then others? Yes... Mata-Nui has chosen his race, and it is not matoran. Mata-Nui has chosen the Karda-Av as his favored souls. Yes... Everyone else is just a machine, usable but replaceable. What if those lesser beings oppose the will of Mata-Nui? What if they show signs of darkness? As with all machines, they must all be scrapped when they are no longer of use.
Wezrah cannot help but smile. "He pats a Matoran on the shoulder softly."
"Who? and which matoran?" OOC: They did, but none of them knew what a Skakdi was.
IC: Finding Wezrahn (Wezrah?) and Levonirax similar to the dull glowing matoran --at least in heart-- Arkav retreats from the Koros to write a conclusion.
Humility is not thinking less of yourself, it is thinking of yourself less. Arkav needs to remind himself of that every minute of every hour. He should spend less time improving his own morality and work more on helping others in need. No more will he focus on himself! His focus is on the matoran, Mata-Nui's chosen race. Speaking of the chosen race, are some of them more worthy then others? Light is good, and some beings had brighter heartlights then their friends, so surely there are beings with greater destinies then others? Yes... Mata-Nui has chosen his race, and it is not matoran. Mata-Nui has chosen the Karda-Av as his favored souls. Yes... Everyone else is just a machine, usable but replaceable. What if those lesser beings oppose the will of Mata-Nui? What if they show signs of darkness? As with all machines, they must all be scrapped when they are no longer of use.
OOC: Oops Typo
Wezrahn notices Arkav walking away and sneakily follows him. "Hmm. He seems different from the others."
Leader of the Brotherhood of Makuta Valix The King of Destruction and Strategic Master of War
"One day. I was at Zakaz, and met this Skakdi general. We said I could pass if I wreslted him. So I went on and took the challenge. Hitting him many times until I uppercut him and knocked him out cold!"
Overall, the matoran seem impressed by such a feat, although there is an uncertainty. Only Arkav knows what a skakdi really is.
"You have surely displayed your might, Toa." Eltromara gives a weak nod. "Levonirax... have you any tales? We have enought time for one more before our minds are clouded with fatigue."
As the night unfolds, Arkav records the names of present matoran with brighter hearts. Why are they so different? Maybe he can find an answer through his studies.
Levonirax nods. "Once, me and my pack were traveling across the Tren Krom Peninsula. We came across a vicious Makuta.." His voice gets lower, the young tahtorak somewhat hiding closer to the fire, the light. "Her name, I know not. She had a serpent in place of legs, as thick as three matoran wide, and seven matoran long! A fearsome, ugly thing. She was so fed up with us, and the fact that I could deflect all of her toxins, and.. I think she was injured, in hindsight, but I cannot be sure. She was too far away.. She summoned a Zivon! The mighty thing was hard to defeat, yet my friend, Al'asfar De Oro, she launched herself at the fearsome beast, and managed to defeat it!"
"Who? and which matoran?" OOC: They did, but none of them knew what a Skakdi was.
IC: Finding Wezrahn (Wezrah?) and Levonirax similar to the dull glowing matoran --at least in heart-- Arkav retreats from the Koros to write a conclusion.
Humility is not thinking less of yourself, it is thinking of yourself less. Arkav needs to remind himself of that every minute of every hour. He should spend less time improving his own morality and work more on helping others in need. No more will he focus on himself! His focus is on the matoran, Mata-Nui's chosen race. Speaking of the chosen race, are some of them more worthy then others? Light is good, and some beings had brighter heartlights then their friends, so surely there are beings with greater destinies then others? Yes... Mata-Nui has chosen his race, and it is not matoran. Mata-Nui has chosen the Karda-Av as his favored souls. Yes... Everyone else is just a machine, usable but replaceable. What if those lesser beings oppose the will of Mata-Nui? What if they show signs of darkness? As with all machines, they must all be scrapped when they are no longer of use.
OOC: Oops Typo
Wezrahn notices Arkav walking away and sneakily follows him. "Hmm. He seems different from the others."
He can hear the thoughts in Toa Wezrahn's head, he can even hear the small memories echoing around in a secluded cavern of the subconscious mind. What Arkav didn't hear was his own thoughts. If he had, maybe he might realize that he blinded himself with an overdose of reason and morality before setting the course of his life. He might see that he made his own assumptions on truth rather then adjusting and seeing a reflected light on everything not buried in shadow. Instead, he looks directly into a star, insisting that all else is unworthy of attention or effort.
Wezrahn can almost sense an aura of glow around the different matoran. This halo is not welcoming, nor is it inspiring. Arkav's glow is sharp. It burns through friendliness like a Levahk acid melting through anything in its path.
Overall, the matoran seem impressed by such a feat, although there is an uncertainty. Only Arkav knows what a skakdi really is.
"You have surely displayed your might, Toa." Eltromara gives a weak nod. "Levonirax... have you any tales? We have enought time for one more before our minds are clouded with fatigue."
As the night unfolds, Arkav records the names of present matoran with brighter hearts. Why are they so different? Maybe he can find an answer through his studies.
Levonirax nods. "Once, me and my pack were traveling across the Tren Krom Peninsula. We came across a vicious Makuta.." His voice gets lower, the young tahtorak somewhat hiding closer to the fire, the light. "Her name, I know not. She had a serpent in place of legs, as thick as three matoran wide, and seven matoran long! A fearsome, ugly thing. She was so fed up with us, and the fact that I could deflect all of her toxins, and.. I think she was injured, in hindsight, but I cannot be sure. She was too far away.. She summoned a Zivon! The mighty thing was hard to defeat, yet my friend, Al'asfar De Oro, she launched herself at the fearsome beast, and managed to defeat it!"
"Wow!" The entire crowd cheers and applauds the Toa and his rahi. When the roar dies, one of them shouts, "What's a Zivon?!"
Wezrahn notices Arkav walking away and sneakily follows him. "Hmm. He seems different from the others."
He can hear the thoughts in Toa Wezrahn's head, he can even hear the small memories echoing around in a secluded cavern of the subconscious mind. What Arkav didn't hear was his own thoughts. If he had, maybe he might realize that he blinded himself with an overdose of reason and morality before setting the course of his life. He might see that he made his own assumptions on truth rather then adjusting and seeing a reflected light on everything not buried in shadow. Instead, he looks directly into a star, insisting that all else is unworthy of attention or effort.
Wezrahn can almost sense an aura of glow around the different matoran. This halo is not welcoming, nor is it inspiring. Arkav's glow is sharp. It burns through friendliness like a Levahk acid melting through anything in its path.
He cautiously moves and speaks up. "I mean no harm I just want to negotiate."
Leader of the Brotherhood of Makuta Valix The King of Destruction and Strategic Master of War
Levonirax nods. "Once, me and my pack were traveling across the Tren Krom Peninsula. We came across a vicious Makuta.." His voice gets lower, the young tahtorak somewhat hiding closer to the fire, the light. "Her name, I know not. She had a serpent in place of legs, as thick as three matoran wide, and seven matoran long! A fearsome, ugly thing. She was so fed up with us, and the fact that I could deflect all of her toxins, and.. I think she was injured, in hindsight, but I cannot be sure. She was too far away.. She summoned a Zivon! The mighty thing was hard to defeat, yet my friend, Al'asfar De Oro, she launched herself at the fearsome beast, and managed to defeat it!"
"Wow!" The entire crowd cheers and applauds the Toa and his rahi. When the roar dies, one of them shouts, "What's a Zivon?!"
"Why, the Zivon is one of the most fearsome things to ever exist! I know not much of it, perhaps your elders would be better suited to answer."
He can hear the thoughts in Toa Wezrahn's head, he can even hear the small memories echoing around in a secluded cavern of the subconscious mind. What Arkav didn't hear was his own thoughts. If he had, maybe he might realize that he blinded himself with an overdose of reason and morality before setting the course of his life. He might see that he made his own assumptions on truth rather then adjusting and seeing a reflected light on everything not buried in shadow. Instead, he looks directly into a star, insisting that all else is unworthy of attention or effort.
Wezrahn can almost sense an aura of glow around the different matoran. This halo is not welcoming, nor is it inspiring. Arkav's glow is sharp. It burns through friendliness like a Levahk acid melting through anything in its path.
He cautiously moves and speaks up. "I mean no harm I just want to negotiate."
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"I mean you no harm!" ~~Yoda.
IC: He turns. His photoreceptors burn, not with anger, rather with the overwhelming intensity of unfiltered light. (figuratively) "Negotiate."
