@Toa_Vladin, @meepinater As they entered the Earth region the sceneary changed rapidly the further they got having her destination in mind caused her to head for a nearby Gucko platfor. That appeared in the horizon. “We’re almost there everyone.” Era replied filled with joy in her voice.
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“I know.” she said blandly.
Streke nodded.
“Great.”
He glanced at Athena warily.
“What.” she said, coldly.
“Nothing. I just… nothing.”
“I’m headed to the City of the mask makers, myself. Perhaps I can tag along.” He asked, nonchalantly stowing away his sword.
The Mask Maker heaves a long, heavy sigh. “Hitora, Azure, please… we don’t need another fight. Let him go.” He meets the Lord of the Skies’ eyes briefly before dipping into a short bow.
“While my companions are eager to defend their people, we don’t wish to start a war. We shall not impede you if you wish to roam the Jungles, as long as you are being peaceful. However, peace requires cooperation. If you don’t wish to cooperate, then we will be forced to protect ourselves. Please, leave us in peace.” @Runa @Tarkur
“Oh,” the small one repeats, eyes narrowing in confusion. The other Okotan steps closer, waving his makeshift spear as if to catch Vra’axinni’s attention.
“And you’re getting revenge for them, right? You’re going after her? We can help you. We’ll help you get her.” There’s a dark tinge to his tone.
The spider on Ilza’s face lets out a shrill squeal, and suddenly everything changes. The spiders swarm to Ilza, swarming around and over her. One of them turns back to Kryuna, hissing and spitting viciously.
Approaching from the Region of Fire, Jevis would probably summit the ridge to the west of Karios and follow the river down towards the city. Mist hangs thick over the city, thrown up as the river flows through the city and down the ridge to fill the lake below. Various other villagers pass him moving up and down the ridge, merchants and travelers greeting him with somber cheer as they go about their business. It isn’t unusual for groups to pass him in a hurry towards the city, heavily armed warriors travelling alongside traders and scholars. He seems to be one of the only people travelling alone. He encounters no problems entering the city, however.
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Hitora drops his head. “Sorry, sir.” He says.
Vra’axinni raises an eyebrow. “…Alright…” He said.
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The Lord of the Skies looked hard at Ekimu’s beaming blue eyes for a moment while his shattered wing slowly repaired itself. There was some sense in what this armoured Okotan was saying. Somehow, by some stretch of power, the people here had defeated his most sinister and manipulative sibling, and while the wear was somewhat obvious, the sheer power his brother commanded had not left much of a mark.
“Your request,” He said, somewhat wryly. “Is my command, Mask-”
And finally the rickety old wooden brain of his caught up to him. That was why he was dressed in gold, wielding a powerful hammer, and a head of the people - he was a Mask Maker. One of the most distinguished and high-ranking Okotans that could possibly be. Were there any others besides the original two, the… The names escaped him. He could be one of the original pair, or a predecessor. No way to make certain.
One thing, though… He took a small bow, as much as he would soil his status as Lord of the Skies to any Okotan, no matter how golden. The thought crossing his mind had rattled his frame very noticeably. “My apologies. I was not aware to whom I was speaking, Mask Maker. Perhaps… You might know where a possession of mine has gone to.” He seemed apprehensive as he spoke, his wings still slowly growing and motioning Hitora to kindly move. “The Mask of Reconstruction. Believe it or not, I used to be an Okotan like any of you, and no power to soar across the heavens can substitute the freedom to be whole once again. If you come across it- well, I can understand not trusting my sole account for it, but I would gladly be in your debt.”
From a distant corner of the marketplace, the silver mask of Gladius could be seen reflecting light as he watched.
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“And you’re getting revenge for them, right? You’re going after her? We can help you. We’ll help you get her.” There’s a dark tinge to his tone.
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Bramble’s eyes widened slightly. “Um… You’re a little young to be, you know… Attacking evil beings of immense power.” He said. “No offense.”
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The older of the two whirls on Bramble. “No I’m not! He said we could help, so we’re going to help!”
“Brother,” the younger says, shifting quietly. “He’s right. This is too much for us.”
“What?” The older turns to glare at his brother. “Well, if you don’t want to do this anymore, go home. I’m going to help.”
“And what am I supposed to tell mother when you don’t come home?” The two stare at each other for a moment. Finally, the older brother sags, as if exhausted.
“Fine.” He looks back at Vra’axinni. “But you’re gonna get her for me, okay Witch Doctor?” (@Runa)
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@jayzor17 Jevis looks around the city, trying to spot anything that might pint in the direction of the protector.
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“I’m ready.” Rena said. “Can we go now?”
@BlackBeltGamer98 @meepinater
Blaze had been trying to carefully remove the glass from Dakron while waiting.
“I have no objections.” He said, “Anything you want to take care of before we leave, Dakron?”
Korā led the two children into the living room area. Vladin would see that one had a darker red armor with some steel grey accents and a hint of gold trim while the other had an almost-orange (still red but basically a mix of red and gold) with silver accents.
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Dakron winced as he did so.
He shook his head in reply, then signed Streke’s name. Evidently he thought they needed to find him.
“Do you have any ideas as to where your friend could be; places he’d normally go to?” Blaze asked.
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Dakron shrugged. He took out a piece of paper and began writing on it, then showed it to Blaze.
It read,
He normally helps me… He’s never left like this before.
“Rena,” Blaze asks, “may I have Mina deliver a message to Dakron’s friend?”
“Mina can’t deliver messages to unknown persons.”
@Toa_Vladin, @meepinater As they got closer to the platform they could see a red and black okotan reciving a letter from an eagle similar in appearance to Igil. As they got even closer the okotan should have at least to Athena and Era resembled Tarkur. Joyfully Era begins to jog eager to met him again after them being away not really waiting for the others.