On 9/7/2021 at 6:49 PM, Caedast said:
"Things are well for now, the Akiri seem content playing well with one another, the Matoran can rebuild again, and war seems a faraway possibility for the moment, but peace is still fraught with tragedy. Every time we beat the night away the daily cycle comes to a close again eventually. It's a law of equivalent exchange and there is always the looming terror on the horizon. But where is it headed?" he repeated rhetorically and looked at the sky for a second. "It's nighttime to the far west for now, but it is coming for us again. We can't stop it, but we can prepare ourselves to weather it. We as individuals and we as Matoran must be ready to survive our nights. We all do what we can, or we will fail."
It was a cryptic assessment, but the Wanderer was renown for his unerring predictions, some of which he said with intent and yet others that came from an ether he did not know. Fate unfolded wherever he went, and for better or worse it was prudent to listen. Few people put weight on his words, however, and his prophesies were shackled by his own self-doubts and inconsistencies. Whether he knew it or not, far to the west of Mata Nui the people of Kentoku had been forced to flee in the face of a shared enemy and come to Ga-Koro. Night had passed from Mata Nui to the far off land and reports of the Dasaka arriving en masse had begun to seep into news outlets. Sightings of their flotilla had trickled in from Ostia, who's promontory on the coast afforded it views of the vast navy, but Stannis had not heard those rumblings yet.
IC: Ra'lhen -- Po-Koro, Streets
He noticed the Wanderer’s subtle wince and sympathized with the Toa. He could only imagine the battles that the Toa Maru of Stone had to fight. Ra’lhen hadn’t known for sure, but he had assumed that Stannis was among the heroes who helped take back the village of ice. It sounded like Stannis was there to make sure things were set right.
The Toa of Lightning soaked in the rhetoric, turning it over in his mind like a riddle. He had always appreciated the way the Wanderer spoke. Back during the times of Makuta, Ra’lhen’s thoughts, as well as the thoughts fed to him by the dark god, were simple. Ra'lhen didn't think on his own. His tactical mind only working when the Makuta willed it, and the result always led to pain, suffering, and death. Now, Ra'lhen was free to think whatever and however he wanted. If he wanted to mull over the cryptic words of the Toa Maru's most aloof member, Ra'lhen could do that.
And no one could stop him.
"So peace is almost certain to not last here," Ra'lhen said, "There's going to be more death and more loss"
Ra'lhen had trailed off but only for a second to gather his next thoughts. He could feel the Toa's bright gray eyes watching him as he pondered, looking forward into the Po-Koro street.
"But perhaps with this respite, we can be prepared for what's coming...," Ra'lhen continued, "Maybe... I can be prepared for what's coming."
"I could not save Ko-Koro when they needed me. I had to stand by the Sentinels. Plus running head-first into the arms of Makuta's followers, some of whom I fought along with, did not seem wise," Ra'lhen said, "To say nothing of the riots that even the low-key Ko-Matoran would have started if they saw the armor of... that Other Guy."
Ra'lhen looked to Stannis, "But things are different now. I must do what I can. To me, that means getting ahead of whatever threat is looming"
The Toa of Lightning then looked back to the street, a look of uncertainty on his face, "But how?"