IC Kardaka - Po-Wahi - The Motara Desert
The desert stretched as far as an optic could scry. Even a mask equipped with a telescopic lens would struggle to see anything but a sparse few Mahi herds and a few plant species that dotted the terrain, the landscape was flat and barren. Dust coated the ground, even the Iron Mahi tracks were camouflaged by a layer of sand, visible only when one of Po-Koro’s locomotives passed over them.
In this desert sat a Turaga of Stone. Her body was bulky, her arms thick compared to her hands, her feet wide and flat. Her feet sat sole to sole, their toes facing her chest. Her Badge of Office was planted in front of her, her arms clenching it. Her heartlight flashed in spurts as she struggled to meditate.
A circle of pebbles surrounded her as she closed her optics. She tried to feel instead through the rocky terrain, sense every stone. Try to connect to the island, channeling her spirit first through her Badge of Office, then into the pebbles, and then maybe into the island itself.
“Mata-Nui, please guide me,” her words were not spoken with confidence, but with a desperate plea. She was a Turaga now, she was meant to be wise. But she was more confused than ever.
Why would the Akiri turn on each other? Why would Hewkii try to isolate Po-Koro from the island? The Virtue of Unity was the only reason the Toa Maru defeated the Makuta while the Toa Mata had failed. Unity was the greatest of the Virtues, how could the Matoran throw it away?
As she continued to meditate her optics wrinkled and her fingers tapped her staff with impatience. Finally she sighed and shakily stood up, nearly tripping over her big feet. She caught herself on her Badge of Office, before shoving herself fully upright.
The Turaga extended her hand and the circle of pebbles lifted into the air, chasing after each other like a Bog Snake winding through the roots of a mangrove. Her free hand fell to her waist were pouches hung, and pulled one open. With a twist of her fingers the pebbles flew into the bag, before she pulled it taut.
She hesitated, the pouch was beginning to fray again. She leaned on her Badge of Office and pressed her hand to her mask, focusing its power. The Noble Kiril began to shimmer faintly, and the woven fabric began to stitch itself back together, the fibers sharpening.
As a Turaga of Stone, these were her powers. Limited control over her element, and the ability to use the powers of Noble masks. This was what remained of her strength of a Toa after she gave her powers to try to bring the villages closer together
How could Akiri Hewkii do it? How could he cut off Po-Koro from the world? How could he enforce his will on the Matoran, force them to be loyal, like a common servant of the Makuta? Stockpiling weapons, isolating his people, expanding his territory over Po-Wahi, he defiled the Matoran’s Unity. How could he divide the Koro?
How could this happen? How could the Matoran, the supposed chosen breed of Mata-Nui, how could they fall so far?
After what felt like years in the Motara Desert, Turaga Kardaka still did not know the answer. But what she finally was realizing, was that this isolation was not granting her insight. Looking inward had not helped her understand the Matoran and the Akiri, she … she was as lost as ever.
She supposed it made sense. Being alone in a desert was not going to help her better understand why the Matoran had failed the Virtue of Unity. She needed to be among people for that. Again the wisdom thought to come from the Turaga escaped her.
Still, she had come to the correct conclusion, this wasn’t working. So she began to bundle up her bedroll, hoisting it onto her back. She nearly smacked into the dust from heaving it onto her, barely managing to catch herself with her Badge of Office. Slowly she pushed on the staff, using it as leverage to stand again.
Kardaka sighed, before beginning to waddle through the flat arid landscape. She … she did not know where she was going, but she had to go somewhere at least. She needed to find the answers, figure out what she should do. What she could believe in.
Because she struggled to believe in the Unity of the Matoran anymore.
OOC: Kardaka open to interaction.