Hawkflight Exserion
Spirit Shadows: Jetera's intro
“Jetera? Jetera?”
He was pulled out of his memory by a word that resembled his name. He didn’t know what his name was, but had taken one that sounded close to it.
He looked around him. He was prostrate on the ground, in a damp, dimly lit forest. He got up and tried to brush himself off, but the dirt and undergrowth had settled on him.
“Jetera? Where are you?” The voice replied.
“Over here,” he called out.
The trees nearby suddenly swayed and tore apart from each other. In the makeshift gateway, a muscular red-clad figure stepped through, with a small axe in his hand. He was instantly recognizable as Zerkah, the leader of the Toa Vihagu, and Jetera himself was under his service. He was followed by one in blue and gold armor, with a foreign air about her — Therina, the Master of Spirit. The last one was difficult to recognize as she blended in almost perfectly with the forest around her, but he knew it was Ayen, Master of Jungle.
“What has happened to you?” Therina said to him. Jetera only mumbled in response. Zerkah reached out his hand to pull him up, but pulled it away in pain when Jetera touched it. Bits of static electricity sparked up in the air between them. For a couple seconds the two Toa stared at each other, unsure what to do. Aye, with a frustrated sigh, called up a vine from her hand, and lashed Jetera’s wrist with it. He gave a surprised yelp as she pulled him up, and as soon as she let go of the vine, it loosened and fell to the ground. She reached out her hand again, and some of the plants that had tied on to the Master of Storms while he was unconscious fell off of his body.
“Thank you,” he said succinctly, to no one in particular. “Now then.. where am I?”
“Still in Verius,” Zerkah informed him. “And still in the Shadowed Glade, where we lost you yesterday. Mokatu has also missing from us.”
“But knowing him,” Ayen added, “He’ll return to us in his own time.”
Zerkah gave a glance at Ayen, perhaps a bit protectively of the Master of Wind, but she had a reasonable understanding of Mokatu’s self-absorbed nature.
“If that’s the case,” Zerkah continued, “Perhaps we should continue to our objective?”
“Wait”, Therina said. They stayed still for a moment, then heard a freakish howl echo through the glade. “The Malevolent presence is still strong here.”
“Then I suppose we’d better finish it off,” Jetera responded. Reaching behind his back, he unfastened his sword, and drew it before him, as it crackled with electricity. It was Faera, the Stormhawk’s blade, which he had been given by a stranger in Talis. Legends said that few could wield Faera without it killing them, so he had felt assured that the instance was not a coincidence - especially after other incidents that connected Jetera to the mythical being known as the Stormhawk. Moreover, Faera greatly improved Jetera’s elemental power, which he still had not mastered, and this elemental power was the key to battling the eldritch monsters of the Malevolent.
A second howl pierced the sounds of the forest, louder. Therina drew her great spear, and Ayen unfastened one of the two Chronicles at her side, which glowed with a pale yellow light. The third howl indicated that the enemy was almost upon them, and they could see black bodies and pale eyes darkening the glade.
The four Toa rushed upon their enemies. Zerkah, the fleetest of foot among them, struck an armored foe with his axe, knocking him into the sky. The Sapin could only be slain by elemental power, so this foe was only paralyzed — until he was subsumed by a great carnivorous plant, that Ayen had moved into the path of the monster. Jetera, on Zerkah’s right side, sent his sword through the naked body of another Sapin, which quickly disintegrated after contacting the blade. He could see Therina charging in on Zerkah’s left, and striking another foe with her power-absorbing spear. The three of them advanced quickly through the Malevolent contingent; Ayen weakened the figures before them by stirring the trees and bushes to release chemicals from within them on their foes.
Within minutes, the assault was diminished, and two or three Sapin had turned to run. Zerkah prepared to pursue, buith a hand motion Jetera stopped him. He then ran after the Sapin, but while doing so, flipped the sword in an underhand grip, letting it build up with power. Then, in a fraction of a second, he was on the other end of the Sapin, and had sliced him through the waist with his sword along the way. The dark foe split into two, and dissipated.
Jetera slid to a halt, turned around to see that his plan had worked, then turned around, and came back to the others.
“Well, you aren’t the same helpless wanderer when you arrived anymore,” Zerkah said aptly.
“I suppose not,” Jetera returned. “Where to next?”
Spirit Shadows: Jetera's intro
“Jetera? Jetera?”
He was pulled out of his memory by a word that resembled his name. He didn’t know what his name was, but had taken one that sounded close to it.
He looked around him. He was prostrate on the ground, in a damp, dimly lit forest. He got up and tried to brush himself off, but the dirt and undergrowth had settled on him.
“Jetera? Where are you?” The voice replied.
“Over here,” he called out.
The trees nearby suddenly swayed and tore apart from each other. In the makeshift gateway, a muscular red-clad figure stepped through, with a small axe in his hand. He was instantly recognizable as Zerkah, the leader of the Toa Vihagu, and Jetera himself was under his service. He was followed by one in blue and gold armor, with a foreign air about her — Therina, the Master of Spirit. The last one was difficult to recognize as she blended in almost perfectly with the forest around her, but he knew it was Ayen, Master of Jungle.
“What has happened to you?” Therina said to him. Jetera only mumbled in response. Zerkah reached out his hand to pull him up, but pulled it away in pain when Jetera touched it. Bits of static electricity sparked up in the air between them. For a couple seconds the two Toa stared at each other, unsure what to do. Aye, with a frustrated sigh, called up a vine from her hand, and lashed Jetera’s wrist with it. He gave a surprised yelp as she pulled him up, and as soon as she let go of the vine, it loosened and fell to the ground. She reached out her hand again, and some of the plants that had tied on to the Master of Storms while he was unconscious fell off of his body.
“Thank you,” he said succinctly, to no one in particular. “Now then.. where am I?”
“Still in Verius,” Zerkah informed him. “And still in the Shadowed Glade, where we lost you yesterday. Mokatu has also missing from us.”
“But knowing him,” Ayen added, “He’ll return to us in his own time.”
Zerkah gave a glance at Ayen, perhaps a bit protectively of the Master of Wind, but she had a reasonable understanding of Mokatu’s self-absorbed nature.
“If that’s the case,” Zerkah continued, “Perhaps we should continue to our objective?”
“Wait”, Therina said. They stayed still for a moment, then heard a freakish howl echo through the glade. “The Malevolent presence is still strong here.”
“Then I suppose we’d better finish it off,” Jetera responded. Reaching behind his back, he unfastened his sword, and drew it before him, as it crackled with electricity. It was Faera, the Stormhawk’s blade, which he had been given by a stranger in Talis. Legends said that few could wield Faera without it killing them, so he had felt assured that the instance was not a coincidence - especially after other incidents that connected Jetera to the mythical being known as the Stormhawk. Moreover, Faera greatly improved Jetera’s elemental power, which he still had not mastered, and this elemental power was the key to battling the eldritch monsters of the Malevolent.
A second howl pierced the sounds of the forest, louder. Therina drew her great spear, and Ayen unfastened one of the two Chronicles at her side, which glowed with a pale yellow light. The third howl indicated that the enemy was almost upon them, and they could see black bodies and pale eyes darkening the glade.
The four Toa rushed upon their enemies. Zerkah, the fleetest of foot among them, struck an armored foe with his axe, knocking him into the sky. The Sapin could only be slain by elemental power, so this foe was only paralyzed — until he was subsumed by a great carnivorous plant, that Ayen had moved into the path of the monster. Jetera, on Zerkah’s right side, sent his sword through the naked body of another Sapin, which quickly disintegrated after contacting the blade. He could see Therina charging in on Zerkah’s left, and striking another foe with her power-absorbing spear. The three of them advanced quickly through the Malevolent contingent; Ayen weakened the figures before them by stirring the trees and bushes to release chemicals from within them on their foes.
Within minutes, the assault was diminished, and two or three Sapin had turned to run. Zerkah prepared to pursue, buith a hand motion Jetera stopped him. He then ran after the Sapin, but while doing so, flipped the sword in an underhand grip, letting it build up with power. Then, in a fraction of a second, he was on the other end of the Sapin, and had sliced him through the waist with his sword along the way. The dark foe split into two, and dissipated.
Jetera slid to a halt, turned around to see that his plan had worked, then turned around, and came back to the others.
“Well, you aren’t the same helpless wanderer when you arrived anymore,” Zerkah said aptly.
“I suppose not,” Jetera returned. “Where to next?”