Call for Doom
Dec 25, 2007 23:49:26 GMT -5
Post by Brogen on Dec 25, 2007 23:49:26 GMT -5
Call for Doom
Chapter 1
“Can you believe it, Elden?” said one of the matoran outside the mask shop.
“Believe what?” Elden replied.
“The entire temple to Mata Nui was found collapsed this morning.” The first explained, “After it had been looted. According to the paper, the support columns inside were made of gold, and the thieves stole them.”
“This is unbelievable.” Elden said, shaking his head in disgust, “I can’t believe how far down we’ve sunk. Stealing every object of value from a temple, is nothing sacred anymore?”
“Wish someone would do something.”
A gray matoran, named Deltrin, walked past, nodding to them in recognition, and handing each a flier. He then continued on his way, putting fliers up on random walls, and polls. He had created all the hundreds of fliers which he was handing out, and they all read in identical, bold letters, “Town Meeting Tomorrow.”
The next day, Deltrin walked toward the community center. It had once been was a place of majesty, with support columns emblazoned with runes, a place for young ones to play without worry; now it leaned to the east, the columns cracked and part of the western wall missing.
Deltrin sighed, lowered his head and walked into the main hall. Inside were about 20 matoran. He shook his head with disappointment; he had been expecting more.
“Well we all know why we’re here,” he said, after walking up to the podium, “The great temple was destroyed two days ago, I’ve been robbed 5 times this week, and the matoran living on the edge of the city have been killed by Rahi.”
The matoran throughout the hall nodded, in agreement. It was the first time they had heard any of the problems bunched together.
“Now we need to decide how to fix it.” Deltrin stated, looking across the entire hall, “Any ideas?”
“We need heroes!” The matoran known as Elden called.
“Robotic Law Enforcement.” Another matoran said.
“We can always just leave.” A ga-matoran said.
“Kill everyone who’s causing the trouble.” A matoran sitting near the exit said.
Suddenly the hall was ablaze with matoran spouting ideas of what to do. The roar covered over every noise, soon it was a brawl, and the matoran were physically fighting over what to do.
Deltrin was huddled behind the podium for protection, “This is exactly our problem. We can’t even decide how to eliminate it without having a fight.” He shook his head again in disgust, and he began to crawl toward the door.
But then, the doors to the hall flew open, and standing in the doorway was gray bearded Turaga Durthas.
“Friends!” He called, bringing the entire hall to a silence, “To bring an end to this time of strife, you must find the Horn of Orthas, in the Forested Valley of No Return.”
This created a great murmur through the room. The horn had always been a story told to young ones, to tell of great deads.
After a long pause a matoran finally said, “If it even exists, no one would even want to try to find it Turaga.”
“I can assure you it actually exists, matoran,” said the Turaga, “Why do you think the valley is as it is?”
Deltrin gulped, when he first thought of the horn he had dismissed it as legend, but he had to do something. He stood up.
“I-I’ll find it Turaga.”
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Chapter 1
“Can you believe it, Elden?” said one of the matoran outside the mask shop.
“Believe what?” Elden replied.
“The entire temple to Mata Nui was found collapsed this morning.” The first explained, “After it had been looted. According to the paper, the support columns inside were made of gold, and the thieves stole them.”
“This is unbelievable.” Elden said, shaking his head in disgust, “I can’t believe how far down we’ve sunk. Stealing every object of value from a temple, is nothing sacred anymore?”
“Wish someone would do something.”
A gray matoran, named Deltrin, walked past, nodding to them in recognition, and handing each a flier. He then continued on his way, putting fliers up on random walls, and polls. He had created all the hundreds of fliers which he was handing out, and they all read in identical, bold letters, “Town Meeting Tomorrow.”
The next day, Deltrin walked toward the community center. It had once been was a place of majesty, with support columns emblazoned with runes, a place for young ones to play without worry; now it leaned to the east, the columns cracked and part of the western wall missing.
Deltrin sighed, lowered his head and walked into the main hall. Inside were about 20 matoran. He shook his head with disappointment; he had been expecting more.
“Well we all know why we’re here,” he said, after walking up to the podium, “The great temple was destroyed two days ago, I’ve been robbed 5 times this week, and the matoran living on the edge of the city have been killed by Rahi.”
The matoran throughout the hall nodded, in agreement. It was the first time they had heard any of the problems bunched together.
“Now we need to decide how to fix it.” Deltrin stated, looking across the entire hall, “Any ideas?”
“We need heroes!” The matoran known as Elden called.
“Robotic Law Enforcement.” Another matoran said.
“We can always just leave.” A ga-matoran said.
“Kill everyone who’s causing the trouble.” A matoran sitting near the exit said.
Suddenly the hall was ablaze with matoran spouting ideas of what to do. The roar covered over every noise, soon it was a brawl, and the matoran were physically fighting over what to do.
Deltrin was huddled behind the podium for protection, “This is exactly our problem. We can’t even decide how to eliminate it without having a fight.” He shook his head again in disgust, and he began to crawl toward the door.
But then, the doors to the hall flew open, and standing in the doorway was gray bearded Turaga Durthas.
“Friends!” He called, bringing the entire hall to a silence, “To bring an end to this time of strife, you must find the Horn of Orthas, in the Forested Valley of No Return.”
This created a great murmur through the room. The horn had always been a story told to young ones, to tell of great deads.
After a long pause a matoran finally said, “If it even exists, no one would even want to try to find it Turaga.”
“I can assure you it actually exists, matoran,” said the Turaga, “Why do you think the valley is as it is?”
Deltrin gulped, when he first thought of the horn he had dismissed it as legend, but he had to do something. He stood up.
“I-I’ll find it Turaga.”
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