The Southern Chains account for all manner of unexplored islands south of the Southern Continent. Only a few thousand Matoran collectively live on these islands. Most of the obscure, unnamed species can trace themselves back to one of these islands. Toa would be a rare site here as the region is almost completely uncontested.
{<Jammers for self reference only, nobody is supposed to witness this.>}The Great Being approached the vat of festering green liquid. Though his face was concealed, one could tell he was determined.
Very, determined.
The vat of antidermis before him began to churn as he manipulated it through some means. A fragment of it soon began to take shape, and without warning, the silhouette of a being emerged. The Great Being then vanished, taking the fragment of antidermis with him as his prize.
"You are my perfect creation..." he said, pride flowing from his mouth like water from a stream. The newly created being began to, for the first time, attempt to see what was happening around it as a sudden burst of consciousness began to well up inside of it. Plates of pitch-black protosteel were being placed and arranged around it, giving the cloud of antidermis a body to inhabit. "You are Kratark," the Great Being said, "You are a Makuta, an extremely powerful being. And you will serve me well." The Makuta's armor was still under construction, and it lacked a Kanohi still. Two massive shoulder plates were granted to it -- colossal spikes jutted from them granting the Makuta's armor a terrifying sense of size. Its fingers began to move, power beginning to course through them. "I've had this armor prepared for you for quite some time now -- seeing it all come together would have brought tears to my eyes. Now, I feel only pride, and joy. To create... that is truly divine to me." A mask was soon presented to the Makuta, the shape of which was custom made for it. In the core universe, it would be mistaken for the Kraahkan. The mask was placed on the Makuta's face, and immediately, its face snapped to the right. From there its solid protosteel 'head' began to contort, and twisted around until the mask's true face was now staring at its creator. The being and its mask complemented each other so well that its head might as well have been in its natural position. Which, believe it or not, it was. The being, however, was still too weak to move. The cavity within which its antidermis would reside still remained exposed. To rectify this: the last piece of the suit of armor, an imposing breastplate, was fitted over the cavity. In a matter of moments, the satisfying sound of air being suddenly pressurized could be heard. "Go now, Makuta Kratark. You are to serve your kin, The Brotherhood. You know of them already -- that is my will. Carry it out, and know that I am proud of what I have created."
The being got to its feet, noted how easily its body moved, and then: seemingly melted into the floor. Vanishing in a wreath of shadows.
Makura Vindurax returns to the islands. He heads deep into the jungle.
Several bo-Matoran who don't know better about the Makuta smile and wave at Vindurax as they are miscellaneously either grabbed by strangler vines or busy trying to prune some plants that got a little too big...
Makura Vindurax returns to the islands. He heads deep into the jungle.
Several bo-Matoran who don't know better about the Makuta smile and wave at Vindurax as they are miscellaneously either grabbed by strangler vines or busy trying to prune some plants that got a little too big...
Deep in thought concerning the last Convococation, he nods absent-mindedly at them. He continues walking until he is out of sight, then uses to bend three trees into a walkway, which he ascends.
Several bo-Matoran who don't know better about the Makuta smile and wave at Vindurax as they are miscellaneously either grabbed by strangler vines or busy trying to prune some plants that got a little too big...
Deep in thought concerning the last Convococation, he nods absent-mindedly at them. He continues walking until he is out of sight, then uses to bend three trees into a walkway, which he ascends.
"What nice beings." one Matoran comments.
"Not very smart gardeners, though." comments the other.
Deep in thought concerning the last Convococation, he nods absent-mindedly at them. He continues walking until he is out of sight, then uses to bend three trees into a walkway, which he ascends.
"What nice beings." one Matoran comments.
"Not very smart gardeners, though." comments the other.
Hearing the voices of the Matoran carried by the wind, Vindurax smiles faintly. He steps up the makeshift walkway on the other side of a stream, and sits down on a log.
"Not very smart gardeners, though." comments the other.
Hearing the voices of the Matoran carried by the wind, Vindurax smiles faintly. He steps up the makeshift walkway on the other side of a stream, and sits down on a log.
A Matoran frantically rushes over to the log, and begins to beat it with a monkey wrench, frantically blabbing something about the log having been 'misbehaving' recently and that it's not safe to sit on it -- or any of the plants on the island for that matter.
Hearing the voices of the Matoran carried by the wind, Vindurax smiles faintly. He steps up the makeshift walkway on the other side of a stream, and sits down on a log.
A Matoran frantically rushes over to the log, and begins to beat it with a monkey wrench, frantically blabbing something about the log having been 'misbehaving' recently and that it's not safe to sit on it -- or any of the plants on the island for that matter.
Vindurax stares at the Maoran in mild bewilderment. He places a stasis field around him, and proceeds to examine his mind for details.
A Matoran frantically rushes over to the log, and begins to beat it with a monkey wrench, frantically blabbing something about the log having been 'misbehaving' recently and that it's not safe to sit on it -- or any of the plants on the island for that matter.
Vindurax stares at the Maoran in mild bewilderment. He places a stasis field around him, and proceeds to examine for mind for details.
Vindurax finds that this Matoran just hasn't been the same ever since the log had eaten ten of his friends. It had spent many a long night plotting its revenge on the log, it considered setting it, and the entire stinking carnivorous forest, on fire. Then settled on splitting it in twain with an axe. However, when it saw that a Makuta of all beings had seated itself upon the log, the matoran immediately knew that it needed to bash the log to keep the Makuta from being eaten.
"Aww, don't tell me. He's been hitting that log again? Jeez, we've been TRYING to get that guy some decent therapy all year long! ...um, mister Makuta, I don't think it's a good idea to have him in a stasis field so close to the-" suddenly, a massive tongue lashes out from the log, grabs the Matoran that Vindurax had been probing, and swallows it whole. The Matoran spectator promptly lets out a "WHOA!" at this point and runs, blurting out something about a 'Borachion' fellow and how he'd probably be able to get 'Murky' out of the log before its too late. He also says something about how it might be a good idea to put the log in stasis so it can't digest its victim, but that's just him.
