Tale of Tekera part 2Alkor slept in his cage, tired and feeling weak. Zirohk did this to him, keeping him locked up with no chance even for a fight to see if he could break him. He was used to this. He waited, hoping for some word from Tekera. She was a lovely bolt of crimson he’d make no mistake, but part of him was doubting whether she would come bringing news at all.A light clinking woke him up. Looking towards the hallway he saw a large mass at his door. As he looked he realized it was a matoran, standing upon the back of a toa. “Tekera he is awake. Let him know what’s going on.” The matoran said. Tekera looked at Alkor and whispered, “Once this door opens, grab your spear and run, follow me. The guard will be out for only a short while longer. Once you past him you’ll see an open drain, jump down it and go in the direction the arrow points. I will continue running above ground so anyone who sees me will think I snuck in to visit again. Virox has his own way out, he
Tale of Tekera part 1Part of her truly enjoyed Stelt. It was an island completely different from what she had seen. Despite their savage ways and interest gladiatorial combat, the matoran here were self-reliant, they didn’t always need a toa to save them. Tekera Akamai was perched on her bar stool, inhaling the warm scent of the smoke from the grate. Hardened matoran and travelers were about her, mainly keeping to themselves. Few people asked questions here. This did not stop Tekera from taking a few precautions. A heavy brown cloak lay about her shoulders hiding her wings and tail; for all intents and purposes she appeared another washed up creature on Stelt’s oily shores.Loud shouting outside made her look up somewhat. A fight in the street was normal here. This sounded different. Tekera moved to the entrance and walked outside. A heavily armored toa, gleaming crimson and silver ran down the street. A mighty spear was clenched in his hand. Guards of Stelt’s lesser class ran behin
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