Season 1

**Season 1** of BZPower's Game of Thrones was originally written by "The Storyteller," Voltex, from May to July in 2016. In canon, the game covers the time known as "The War for the Throne" from 317-319 AE.

## Players

### Fire Region

* Shadow Burnmad - Lord Burnmad, Ruler of Fire
* Dragon.star - Lord Dragonstar, Trader of Fire
* Shadow Rahkshi Guurahk - RG, Fire Councillor
* Toa Imrukii - Lord Imrukii, Fire Diplomat

### Jungle Region

* ToaTimeLord - Lord Timelord, Ruler of Jungle
* Toa Smoke Monster - Lord Smoke Monster, Trader of Jungle
* Noice - Underscore, Jungle Diplomat
* Lapis Lazuli - Tekulo, Jungle Councillor

### Water Region

* Trijhak - Pulse the True Heir, Trader of Water
* jed1ndy - Jed, Water Councillor
* Terrorsaur - Terrorsaur, Ruler of Water
* John Stamos - Dallior, Water Diplomat (Actually a Protector from the Earth Region)

### Ice Region

* The Old Master - Lord Nato, Ice Diplomat
* Shadow FF - Lord FF, Ruler of Ice
* -ToaD- - ToaD, Ice Councillor
* bioniclehero01 - Lord Hero, Trader of Ice

### Stone Region

* Zatth - Lord Zatth, Stone Diplomat
* RahiSpeak - RahiSpeak, Trader of Stone
* BronzeJet (I can FLY) - Lord Bronze, the Mask Breaker, Ruler of Stone
* Ghidora131 - Ghidora, Stone Councillor (Actually a Protector from the Earth Region)

## Story

### Prologue

*(Originally posted May 6, 2016)*

Welcome to the land of Okoto. It is divided into six regions; fire, jungle, water, ice, stone, and the dead region of earth. Each region is populated by Protectors of that element, and each region is governed by one of their Protectors. All five populated regions are officially united under the banner of the Mask Maker, who is the ultimate ruler of Okoto.

Twenty years ago, the Protectors of Fire, Stone and Ice united to overthrow a corrupt Mask Maker whom they felt had held onto power for too long. Their rebellion was successful after they struck down the Protectors of Earth, wiping them from Okoto entirely. With the Protectors of Earth gone, the three regions allied together struck at the heart of the island, and allowed a Protector of Stone to slay the corrupt Mask Maker (this Protector became known as the ‘Mask Breaker’). This victory was followed by placing a Protector of Fire on the throne. Despite its success, the rebellion made enemies of the Protectors of Jungle and Water; their relationships with the Protectors of Fire, Stone and Ice have suffered in the years since.

Not all has been well with the tribes of the rebellion, either. Three years ago, sick of the Mask Maker favoring the Protectors of Fire and Stone over them, the Protectors of Ice attempted to assassinate the Mask Maker. Their attempt failed, causing their few allies within the other regions to cut all ties with them entirely. One year ago, the Protectors of Fire also mysteriously fell out of favor with the Mask Maker, the reasons for which appear to be unknown to all except the Mask Maker themselves.

There is an air of discontent throughout Okoto. Alliances are frayed thin, and support for the various leaders across the island – including the Mask Maker – wanes as missteps are made. A dark shadow looms on the horizon, and eyes turn to the seat of the Mask Maker, deep within the center of the Ancient City.

It is the game of thrones…

…and in the game of thrones, you win – or you die.

### Episode 0: "The Chosen Ones"

*(Originally posted May 15, 2016)*

-*IN THE ANCIENT CITY-*

The Mask Maker paused at his forge, having completed his work on his latest creation… or rather, his seventeenth attempt at it.

The lower half of the legendary Mask of Time.

With trembling fingers, he reached up and removed his own plain gold mask, before gingerly picking up the freshly forged creation and placing it on his face. Concentrating on the mask, he fought with it, bending it to his will –

- until a *crack* split through the air, the mask snapping in half. Both pieces fell to the stone floor of the forge, shattering on impact. He frowned, silently seething with frustration as he replaced his own mask back on his face and grabbing his hammer. His eyes flicked to the corner of the large room, where one of his Skull Warriors stood watch. He tilted his head towards the exit and the Skull Warrior shifted into motion, following him out of the room.

The pair walked in silence for many minutes, until they reached the Council Chambers. The Council Chambers were built of sand brown stone, and inside, six banners hung along the northern wall. Red for fire, green for jungle, blue for water, gold for the ancient city, white for ice, brown for stone, and then an empty space – one that had, twenty years ago, been occupied by a purple banner for earth.

Memories of the rebellion that had placed him upon the throne flashed through the Mask Maker’s mind, and he smiled as he entered the chambers. The five Protectors seated at the round table all stood as he joined them, before sitting at his signal.

“Let’s get this on with then,” the Mask Maker said. “What news of the regions?”

Ghidora, the Stone Council Member, spoke first. “My Lord Mask Maker, the Stone Region remains as strong as ever. Their faith in you is absolute, this I can promise you.”

“Good,” the Mask Maker replied, nodding his approval as his gaze drifted over to RG. “What of the Fire Region?”

The Fire Council Member’s answer was more hesitant. “The Fire Region remains… in a bit of a state of flux, Lord Voxumo. Some continue to wonder what Commander Burnmad did to earn your ire. Others… less so.”

“As long as Burnmad knows his place,” the Mask Maker growled, his eyes now trained on ToaD. “Tell me about the Ice Region, ToaD. What have they been up to?”

“The Ice Region recently underwent significant structural changes,” ToaD replied, shrugging indifferently. “What you’ll all make of it, I don’t know. But Nato recently replaced our old Diplomat, and FF – sorry, *Commander FF* – now watches over the region.”

“What prompted such… drastic changes?” RG asked, curious despite himself.

ToaD shrugged, still looking at the Mask Maker. “I wish I knew. Perhaps I might be able to learn of these reasons and share them with you, my Lord Mask Maker?”

“Do so,” the Mask Maker commanded. “And what of the Water Region? Jed?”

“They remain as secretive as ever,” Jed replied. “The others have shared little with me as of late, but it has been that way since before the death of the last Mask Maker.”

Voxumo nodded, accepting the response before turning his attention to Tekulo. “What of the Jungle Region?”

“Commander TimeLord has publicly announced his intentions to guarantee that the region as a whole continues to not only survive, but thrive,” Tekulo told him. “What might have prompted this announcement, however, I can only guess.”

“Your guesses will not be necessary,” the Mask Maker responded. “Does anyone have anything else to report?”

There was a chorus of ‘no’ around the table, and the Mask Maker nodded, dismissing them. He remained seated as each of the five Council Members exited the chambers, until at last he was alone in the silence – or as alone as one could be with a Skull Warrior present.

“Something big is coming,” he murmured to himself, drumming his fingers on the oaken table. “I can feel it in the air.”

*-IN THE FIRE REGION-*

Commander Burnmad sat in his chambers, staring up at the Golden Mask of Fire hanging on the wall.

“Commander?” a voice asked from behind him.

The Fire Region Commander turned his head, spotting Imrukii and Dragonstar (Diplomat and Trader for the region, respectively). “What is it?”

“Just a matter of diplomacy,” Imrukii replied, for it was he who had spoken. “Our relations with the Stone Region are as strong as ever, but our relationship with the others is beginning to leave something to be desired. The Jungle Region and Ice Region are unlikely to accept any invitations to an official alliance, but perhaps the Water Region could be persuaded? I have heard that Terrorsaur is a bit more… forthcoming than their last ruler.”

Burnmad nodded, waving his hand distractedly to dismiss them, turning his gaze back on the Golden Mask of Fire. “Leave me for now. We can discuss this tonight.”

“As you wish, Commander.”

*-IN THE JUNGLE REGION-*

Commander TimeLord crossed his arms, watching over the trees below them with narrowed eyes as he listened to his Diplomat, Underscore, speak. Behind them, the Trader Smoke Monster listened in from the shadows.

“Tekulo has told me that he shared your little announcement with the Council, but none of them seemed overtly worried.”

“They would not show it if they were,” TimeLord replied, shrugging. “It is fine. Something is coming, I can feel it in my bones. My only intention right now is to see us all make it through whatever might come.”

“One might say that you are either very foolish, or very wise,” Underscore said, chuckling.

“Let us hope that it is the latter.”

*-IN THE WATER REGION-*

John Stamos and Pulse sat next to each other on the docks, each with a fishing rod in their hands. Both were tired from a long day of fishing; it would soon be time to retire and turn in for the night, before they went back to work tomorrow. Truthfully, if Commander Terrorsaur knew that they had wasted an entire day down at the docks, he would be furious; after all, the work of a Diplomat and Trader was never done.

*-IN THE ICE REGION-*

Nato sat down in his new office, taking a deep breath. He had spent the last two days re-organizing the cursed room to his liking, and had not spoken to Commander FF or the region’s Trader, Hero, since being named to the position of Diplomat. He rubbed his temples, trying to concentrate with his tired mind.

As much as he wished he could, there was no time for rest. Ever since their foolhardy attempt to kill Lord Voxumo three years prior, the Ice Region had been in a rather precarious position; hopefully the appointment of a new Ruler and Diplomat would help them to re-establish connections with some of the other regions.

Both Fire and Stone were out of the question; there was no way of telling what had caused the Fire Region to lose favor with the Mask Maker but they were undoubtedly still undyingly loyal to the throne. As for the Stone Region… well, they had become well known for their almost fanatical devotion to Lord Voxumo. Re-building their alliance from twenty years ago might be next to impossible.

The Water Region and Ice Region were historically enemies. But the Jungle Region had remained steadfastly neutral in all diplomatic matters since *before* the rebellion… perhaps a connection could be made there?

He shook his head, sighing. There was much to be done.

*-IN THE STONE REGION-*

Zatth, the Stone Region’s Diplomat, stood beside Commander Bronze as they watched a new statue of the Mask Maker Voxumo being erected. Their Trader, RahiSpeak, could be heard shouting orders to the crews.

Zatth was uncertain about this project; while he was all for displaying their loyalty to the Mask Maker, he knew not every region was as… *devoted* as they were, and projects like this ran the risk of damaging their relations with the other regions.

He sighed. Then again, that *was* his job. Maintain relations with the other four regions of the island.

Patting Commander Bronze on the shoulder to let him know he was heading out, he set off towards his office. There was work to be done.

### Episode 1: Look to the East

*(Originally posted May 18, 2016)*

*-ANCIENT CITY-*

*-VOXUMO-*

He sat at the table, one of his Skull Warriors standing silently behind him. The eyes of the Council Members from each region of Okoto were on the guardian, all of them wary of making a wrong move and paying the price for it.

“ToaD,” Voxumo said quietly, drawing the attention of the Ice Council Member. “See me once the others are gone.”

“Yes, my Lord Mask Maker.”

“The rest of you are now dismissed,” he ordered, now speaking more loudly. “Return to me soon with news from your regions.”

The other Council Members affirmed their orders and one by one exited the chamber, each of them heading towards their own regions. ToaD, still seated at the table, now leaned towards Voxumo.

“What do you need from me, Lord Mask Maker?”

“I need you to give your new ruler a message,” Voxumo replied, handing him a slip of paper. “Give this to Commander FF. If your region is to flourish once more, they will first need to prove their loyalty to me.”

ToaD nodded, glancing over the note quickly before packing it away and turning his attention back to the Mask Maker. “Was there anything else, my lord?”

“No. You are dismissed.”

Only once the Ice Council Member was gone from the chamber did Voxumo push his chair back and stand. The Skull Warrior followed him as he went to his forge, and began surveying the various materials at his disposal.

He was confident that, with a new ruler, the Ice Region could be properly re-introduced into the fold. With the Stone Region as loyal as ever and the other two regions still retaining their neutral outlook, he was left with the Fire Region as the main threat to watch over for the moment. The Mask Maker grimaced involuntarily as he remembered the incident that had occurred a year ago.

Commander Burnmad still owned the Golden Mask of Fire – it was the only reason that the Fire Region ruler had not already been slain, due to the threat that it posed to his most powerful of guardians. He cared little if Burnmad lived or died (though it would be annoying to find a new ruler if he did perish), but he *did* care about that mask. Once it was in his hands, he would be able to trust those from his old home again.

Perhaps it would be wise to inform the Stone Region of what it was, exactly, that Burnmad had done – they might gladly retrieve the Golden Mask of Fire for him then. It might even be enough to entice the Ice Region into full compliance…

…regardless, it was an issue for another day. Burnmad seemed to be satisfied with keeping the peace for now, and as long as he did so, the Mask Maker would not interfere.

“But still, something is coming,” he murmured to himself, eyeing the materials in the forge. “What to make…?”

Inspiration struck, and the Mask Maker smiled as he gathered what he needed. It would take him a bit of time, but once it was finished, this mask would be useful indeed.

After all, who *couldn’t* use a Mask of Stealth?

*-FIRE REGION-*

*-BURNMAD-*

Over in the Fire Region, unaware that he was being thought about, Commander Burnmad stood atop the highest ridge, overlooking the many workers down below. His thoughts were also on the incident a year before; he still counted himself lucky to have his head, and he remained wary of Voxumo to this day.

He entertained the thought of trying to overthrow the Mask Maker every now and then, but each time came to the same conclusion: that it simply was not worth the trouble. Voxumo was ever on guard, and the Stone Region would leap to defend him even if it meant their doom – to say nothing of the Ice Region, who had been trying to worm their way back into the Mask Maker’s good graces for three years now.

Besides, at the end of the day, Voxumo *was* one of their own. If he wasn’t overthrown, they could establish a Dynasty of Fire, to last just as long as the Water Region had.

Better to make peace with the other regions. Their relationships with the Ice Region and Jungle Region had always been poor – but they didn’t *have* to be that way. Perhaps the Fire Region could take the first steps into repairing those bonds….

“Commander?”

He turned to Imrukii. “Yes?”

“RG is back from the Ancient City… did you want to meet?”

He thought for a moment before nodding. “Find RG and Dragonstar and bring them here.”

“As you wish, Commander.”

It was an hour before Imrukii returned with RG and Dragonstar in tow. All three quietly waited for Burnmad to speak as he continued to gaze out over the Fire Region.

“Was there anything of note, RG?” he asked.

“Not really, Commander. The Mask Maker seems as wary as ever. Will you share with us why we lost his trust?”

“No,” Burnmad replied, his eyes far away. “No… he would have my head.”

“What do you want from us?” Imrukii asked.

“I’m sending you to the Jungle Region,” Burnmad told him. “Once there, I want you to forge an alliance with them if possible.”

The other three all shared a glance of disbelief. “The Jungle Region? Our worst enemies?”

“They don’t have to be,” Burnmad said. “Go in peace, with open arms. I have heard that TimeLord is reasonable; he will listen. Establish an alliance with them if you can, and once you’re done, continue onto the Water Region and do the same with them.”

Imrukii bowed. “As you wish, Commander.”

“Go now.”

*-JUNGLE REGION-*

*-SMOKE MONSTER-*

“I think we should strengthen our ties with the Water Region,” Smoke Monster said, opening up the meeting before Tekulo could insert one of their trademark remarks. “What are your thoughts, Commander TimeLord?”

“We must survive no matter what,” TimeLord responded, pounding a fist on the table for emphasis. “I agree with you. We prioritize allegiances with the Water Region and the Mask Maker. After that… let’s see where we end up. I have dreamed a dream of allying with all on this island.”

“The funny thing about dreams is, they don’t really ever come true,” Underscore muttered.

“I’m also not sure that making allies with every region is a great idea,” Smoke Monster said slowly. “Sooner or later, that’s gonna force us to break an oath.”

“Oh cheer up Smokey,” Tekulo replied. “The best thing about making a whole lotta friends is that you get to stab them in the back!”

“No backstabbing,” TimeLord snapped. “I keep telling you no backstabbing! We do not stab friends in the back!”

“Oh, that’s fine,” Tekulo said, shrugging indifferently. “I can stab them other places. The hand, the heart, the butt, the eye-”

“Please stop,” Smoke Monster groaned, dropping his head to the table with a *thunk*.

“Anything else to add?” TimeLord asked, looking at each of them as they shrugged. “No? Good. Underscore, you will stay here and make sure that Tekulo does not kill anyone. Tekulo, do not kill Underscore. Smoke Monster, you are coming with me; the Water Region is supposed to be sending their Diplomat over soon.”

“If you… but… wait, why am I not going?” Underscore asked.

“Better to not ask questions like that,” Tekulo said sagely, as Smoke Monster followed TimeLord out of the room. “It’s much more fun to be insane.”

*-STONE REGION-*

*-ZATTH-*

He found Bronze, RahiSpeak, and Ghidora all observing the new statue and fought back a sigh at the sight. After a brief struggle he managed to pull his leader away, speaking to Bronze privately in the nearest alleyway.

“This is no way to treat your leader,” Bronze muttered, not sounding very upset about it at all.

“Stop being overdramatic,” Zatth muttered. “Listen, I was wondering if I could have permission to travel to the Ice Region.”

Bronze scoffed. “Why would we visit those traitors?”

“Those *traitors* have new leadership, and new leadership might be more… acceptable,” Zatth replied. “I plan to offer them our support, if they can prove their loyalty to the Mask Maker anew. As a method of… penance, so to speak.”

“No forgiveness for rebellion!”

“We were rebels once,” Zatth reminded him. “The only difference is that *we* succeeded.”

*Although sometimes I do wonder… our region becomes more fanatical in their loyalty and devotion with each passing week.*

“Besides, it’s not like they can refuse,” Zatth continued blithely. “If they do, we just report it to Voxumo as another act of treachery and boom, no more Ice Region.”

Looking pleased, Bronze nodded. “Very well. I approve of your mission. Go to the Ice Region, and bargain.”

Grinning, Zatth nodded and immediately set off, the plans already forming in his head.

*-WATER REGION-*

*-PULSE-*

When Jed returned from the Ancient City, Terrorsaur immediately called for a meeting of the Water Region’s highest ranks. There, Jed professed that he felt alliances with the Fire, Ice, and Stone Regions should be considered, though the Council Member felt it would be difficult, if not outright impossible.

Pulse knew better.

“Commander, send Stamos and I to the Jungle Region,” he said. “Together we will form an official alliance with them, and secure a proper trade agreement at the same time. While we’re there… perhaps we’ll hear word of the Fire Region, and can continue on to them afterwards.”

“Fire and Jungle have always been enemies,” Stamos replied. “That might not be the wisest idea.”

“We can detour through the Ancient City if we have to,” Pulse responded. “Might I remind you who-”

“We understand,” Terrorsaur said hurriedly, nodding. “I approve. Both of you shall travel to the Jungle Region, and link us with them closer than we have ever been before. But this proposal to include the Fire Region… I am not certain. It could bring us too close to Stone. Besides, I have been speaking with a contact in the Ice Region recently… if both of these pan out properly, we will already have secure ties with two regions.”

Pulse grinned. “So why not make it three?”

*-ICE REGION-*

*-NATO-*

He, personally, felt that it was best to serve one’s own self-interests first. The different regions were all so embroiled in various alliances and feuds with each other that acting on part of the whole was often futile – or, if it got results, they never lasted very long.

But if you negotiated for *yourself*, Nato had found that his fellow players in the game suddenly became far more malleable.

It was an arrangement that was optimal for everyone.

This did not, however, mean that he wanted the Ice Region to collapse – no indeed, he wanted it to *thrive*. He considered each proposition brought forth carefully, weighing it against any and all other options available.

Right now, he was in a meeting with FF, Hero, and ToaD – who had been sent back with a message from the Mask Maker Voxumo.

“I am a forgiving Mask Maker, and should the Ice Tribe wish to regain favor in my eyes, it is strongly suggested that their ruler meet with me in the Ancient City to discuss a mutually beneficial agreement, an agreement that could change the course of the Ice Tribe’s future for the better,” ToaD read aloud.

FF hesitated. “That… sounds iffy.”

“It’s hard to say,” Nato replied. “It definitely could be. But if it is, why would he want you dead? You’re new to the ruling position. It’s more likely a series of demands, followed by an ‘or else’.”

“It’s that ‘or else’ that bothers me,” Hero murmured.

“I’m actually more bothered about the demands he might make,” Nato said, leaning back in his seat and shrugging. “I’m perfectly happy to serve the Mask Maker and be loyal subjects, but if he’s got special requirements, things are going to go downhill fast.”

“Shall I tell the Mask Maker you said no?” ToaD asked.

“Tell him I must discuss it with my advisors,” FF said after a moment. “That is, after all, what I am doing; I am simply taking a bit longer than anticipated.”

ToaD was saved from responding as another Protector of Ice stumbled in, the door slamming into the wall as it swung open.

“Stone Region Diplomat at the border,” the Protector said, panting for breath. “Says he’s Zatth? Wants in for a diplomatic mission.”

Alarm bells began to ring in Nato’s head, which he shook. “Absolutely not.”

“I’ve gotta agree with Nato here,” ToaD said slowly, eyeing the new Protector. “First the Mask Maker wants our leader to visit him *alone*, and then the region most loyal to said Mask Maker sends their Diplomat to demand an audience?”

There was another reason why Nato did not want Zatth in the Ice Region, though he did not mention it, allowing the other three to draw their own conclusions. It did not take them long at all to send the other Protector on his way to deny the Stone Diplomat from entering their region, and FF dismissed them shortly afterwards.

“I need time to think,” their ruler said.

Nato exited with Hero and ToaD, bidding them farewell and returning to his home… or rather, he made it appear as though he did.

In truth, he began the trek towards the Water Region.

It was time to begin.

*-JUNGLE REGION-*

*-PULSE-*

Pulse and Stamos had been greeted by the Jungle Region’s Ruler, TimeLord, upon arrival; the Ruler had been accompanied by his Trader, Underscore, as well as – shockingly – the Fire Diplomat Imrukii.

“He came to ally with both of us, so I figured we could have a threeway!” TimeLord told them, sounding excited. “It’s very cool.”

Pulse had shared a wary glance with Stamos before nodding slowly. “Very well. What are your terms?”

Now they stood around a large round table, as Imrukii started the proceedings.

“I was sent here by my liege, Burnmad, to establish alliances with both Jungle and Water – thanks to TimeLord here, the time it will take to do so has hopefully been sliced in half. In order to forge this alliance, I propose a mutual trade of good and services to each other beyond our usual trading of materials.”

“Go on,” Smoke Monster prompted, eyes glinting with interest.

“Labor workers from the Fire Region would be assigned to both Jungle and Water to help with the construction of new buildings and outposts in both regions,” Imrukii continued. “This on top of the coal that we already supply to both, though we can increase the level of trade there. In return, the Jungle Region would provide both Fire and Water with agricultural products, supplemented by the Water Region guaranteeing both Fire and Jungle additional clean and fresh water supplies.”

Pulse thought it over before nodding. “Sounds doable so far.”

“This ‘South Eastern Trade Agreement’, if you will, should help all of our regions to establish proper and mutual benefactors in each other, strengthening our ties indefinitely,” Imrukii said, nodding as he finished before looking around the room. “What do you think?”

“I like this so far,” TimeLord replied, “and I like the name – ‘South East Trade Agreement’. SETA for short. But we need a safety net to make sure we all follow this, even after the people in this room are dead. I propose that if one of the three regions should break this contract or strike at the others in any way, shape, or form, the other two regions shall rise up against them.”

“Aye, that sounds fair,” Imrukii agreed.

“With my own Ruler here, I know I don’t really have final say in it,” Smoke Monster said, glancing at TimeLord, “but I also like the looks of this agreement.”

After thinking it over for another minute and sharing another glance with Stamos, Pulse spoke: “We would be happy to supply both Fire and Jungle with water in exchange for the aforementioned supplies. We agree to Imrukii’s proposal and TimeLord’s amendment. *My* only question is regarding transportation. As it stands right now, the paths through each region are in poor condition at best; fine for travelling alone, but not so great for shipping supplies.”

“Go on,” TimeLord murmured, nodding along with him.

“What about a road of sorts, connecting all three regions?” Pulse asked. “Such a road could serve many purposes. An official trade route for one that both Traders and Diplomats could take, decreasing travel time and increasing safety. It would also allow for each region’s forces to be gathered rather quickly in case of aggression, and easily blockaded.”

“A highway of sorts sounds like a great idea,” Smoke Monster replied.

“Also, once this is done… I plan to travel on to the Fire Region,” Pulse added. “If anyone can provide company…?”

“I might be able to join you and return home,” Imrukii replied. “I like the idea of this road as well.”

“Me too!” TimeLord said, clapping his hands together. “Once everyone signs this, I think we will be all good!”

It was passed around; TimeLord signed, followed by Smoke Monster, then Imrukii, then Stamos, and finally Pulse signed his own name. Once it was done, TimeLord turned and whispered something into Smoke Monster’s ear; the Jungle Trader nodded and hurried out of the room. Imrukii followed, though when Smoke Monster went right, the Fire Diplomat went left.

Pulse and Stamos went to follow, but found themselves stopped by TimeLord, who held a finger to his lips as his Diplomat – Underscore – slipped in from another entrance.

“Time to be very quiet,” the Jungle Ruler told them, his voice barely a whisper. “I have been in contact with people.”

“Ah, yes, *that*,” Pulse replied, nodding. “Yeah. We know.”

*-ANCIENT CITY-*

*-SMOKE MONSTER-*

“You do realize that you didn’t have to join me,” Smoke Monster muttered.

“I know!” Tekulo said brightly. “But it’s the scary *Stone Region*! You better have company!”

They had reached the edge of the Ancient City – where they found one of Voxumo’s Skull Warriors waiting for them. The silent and fearsome guardian led them towards the great forge, where Voxumo was hard at work; upon realizing he had company, however, he paused and gave them his full attention. His gaze was full of suspicion.

“What business do the Jungle Trader and Council Member have in the Stone Region?” the Mask Maker asked quietly. “And why are they travelling through *my* city to get there?”

“We’ve been sent to establish a trading connection with them,” Smoke Monster said quickly. “Travelling through the Ancient City is the fastest way to the Stone Region at this point in time.”

Voxumo grunted. “Why the Council Member? Sending a Diplomat with the Trader would make more sense.”

“Erm, I guess I should clarify,” Smoke Monster said, rubbing the back of his neck. “*I* was sent by our Ruler. Tekulo just sorta… tagged along, I suppose.”

The Mask Maker sighed, shaking his head. “Very well. I will allow you to travel through my city to the Stone Region; I will even assign one of my Skull Warriors to safeguard you until your return trip.”

“Thank you, my Lord Mask Maker,” Tekulo said, bowing deeply. “While I am here, would you like a report as well?”

“Go ahead.”

“Some peeps from Fire and Water showed up pretty recently,” Tekulo told him. “TimeLord signed this big ‘South Eastern Trade Agreement’ with them. It’s like a giant threeway, you know. Like an alliance.”

“Interesting…” Voxumo murmured.

“Did I do good?” Tekulo asked.

Voxumo did not reply, instead returning to work on his mask. Smoke Monster pulled Tekulo away. “Come on – let’s get moving.”

The Skull Warrior accompanied them to the edge of the Stone Region – where they found none other than Zatth, the Stone Region Diplomat. All three froze in their tracks for a moment, unsure of what to do, before Smoke Monster broke the silence.

“Greetings. We were… just on our way to your region,” he said. “What are you up to?”

“Ice Region is barring all access,” Zatth replied, “*but* I heard some juicy rumors that their Diplomat has been travelling quite a bit on his own without informing his fellow Ice companions – and that he was last spotted at the border between the Water and Jungle Regions. You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?”

“Not us!” Tekulo replied, grinning cheerfully.

Zatth glared at them, unimpressed. “You’re a really bad liar, you know.”

“I uh… we’ll just be on our way,” Smoke Monster replied, moving to step past the Stone Diplomat – only to find the way blocked as Zatth stuck an arm out.

“Let’s hold on for a minute here,” Zatth said slowly, glancing up at the Skull Warrior. “I hope this isn’t some sort of… *conspiracy*. Because that Skull Warrior of Voxumo’s might not be very happy if it is.”

The tension could have been cut with a knife.

The silence stretched.

*-JUNGLE/WATER BORDER-*

*-NATO-*

He slowly sank down into the chair, glancing around at the other faces seated at the table; Pulse, Stamos, Underscore, TimeLord, and Terrorsaur.

“I’m listening,” TimeLord said, leaning in.

Terrorsaur nodded. “We’re all ears.”

Nato fought to keep the grin off of his face as he leaned forward, both palms flat on the table.

“Alright… this is my plan.”

### Episode 2: Rising Tides

*(Originally posted May 20, 2016)*

*-STONE/ANCIENT CITY BORDER-*

*-ZATTH-*

As the Stone Region border guards deliberated, Zatth faced off with Smoke Monster, Tekulo, and the silent Skull Warrior accompanying them. The two Protectors of Jungle shifted uncomfortably, and Zatth took the opportunity to speak.

“My lords, do you know the story of the Earth Protector settler who wished to create a new village?” he asked, smiling thinly as they both shook their heads. “She scoured far and wide through unexplored tunnels, until finding the best possible new area, filled with plenty of good ore and crystals. The only problem was it was infested by ground moles who would not allow for any settlement to be built. The Protector decided to get rid of them, and so she killed off all the moles, and got to building the settlement. Of course, every action has many unintended consequences, and more so when one only considers the short-term picture. See, the Protector forgot that the ground moles had built tunnels that supported an entire network of caverns inhabited by other Protectors, so killing off the vermin meant that a few weeks later an entire village came crashing down on the settlement. And when the dust had settled, the ground moles returned to their home from before. I sincerely hope, then, that these rumours I've been hearing are just that, because you might discover that a short-term action might have... more effects than imagined before.”

“Cool, cool,” Tekulo replied, the Council Member nodding as if they had understood everything that Zatth had just said. “What rumours do you speak of, though? Pray tell.”

The Stone Diplomat shook his head, stepping past them as the Stone Region border guard called out to let the two Jungle Protectors in. “Perhaps the next time we see each other, Tekulo, I shall explain.”

He entered the Ancient City, briefly detouring to the forge, where he found the Mask Maker Voxumo hard at work. He was toiling over two projects, and as Zatth watched, the Mask Maker completed both of them, wiping the sweat off of his face as he stepped away from the forge before finally noticing him and smiling.

“Greetings,” the Mask Maker said. “Come closer, look upon my newest work.”

“What are they?” Zatth asked, stepping inside to examine both of the new masks.

“On the left is a Mask of Stealth,” Voxumo replied, “and on the right… a Mask of Strength.”

“Impressive.” It was true; rare was the Protector with enough skill to forge new masks. Rarer still were Protectors such as Voxumo, who could craft Masks of Power.

“You are on your way to the Jungle Region, I hear,” Voxumo continued. “I am curious as to your business there?”

“I attempted to enter the Ice Region on a diplomatic mission but was refused entry,” Zatth explained. “I am not certain if it was with hostile intentions, or because they have spent so long now as outcasts that they cannot help but be wary of strangers. Regardless, I heard rumours from the border guards that their Diplomat had left the region without consulting Commander FF first, and was acting of his own accord in the Water and Jungle Regions.”

The Mask Maker grunted. “On your way, then. See what he’s up to.”

“Of course, my Lord Mask Maker.”

*-JUNGLE/WATER BORDER-*

*-NATO-*

“The Region of Stone is currently attempting to open diplomatic discussions with the Ice Region,” Nato said, “and the Mask Maker himself wants to strike a deal to put us back on his side. I do not want either of these things.”

“What do you want, then?” Pulse asked, sounding wary.

“I want to form an alliance with the Regions of Water and Jungle,” Nato replied. “I want to depose the current leadership of the Ice Region, and once that is done, use the combined military might of our three regions to overthrow Voxumo, and put the rightful heir back on the throne.”

“Rightful heir?” Terrorsaur asked, sounding sceptical.

“The rumours have been all over the island for twenty years,” Nato drawled. “They’re in the Water Region – *your* region – though I don’t know who they are. I am also aware of someone high up in the Ice Region who is also loyal to the heir, though I haven’t tracked down who it is yet.”

Terrorsaur shrugged with a smile. “Sounds like a good plan, especially with our poor relations to Stone. But I’d like to get Pulse’s opinion first.”

“That’s understandable,” Nato said, nodding amicably. “So, what do the rest of you think?”

Stamos shrugged, looking indifferent, as did Underscore.

“I am fine with this, as long as it does not go against the agreement,” TimeLord said.

Nato looked at the Jungle Ruler sharply. “What agreement?”

“South Eastern Trade Agreement, SETA for short,” TimeLord explained. “The Regions of Fire, Water and Jungle signed it recently.”

“I somehow doubt that the Fire Region would agree to overthrow the Mask Maker that they helped put into power,” Nato scoffed.

“Hold on a moment,” Terrorsaur snapped, glaring at TimeLord. “The Water Region never officially agreed to it; I haven’t given it my final approval yet.”

“You gave Stamos and I diplomatic control while we were in the Jungle Region,” Pulse reminded him. “You gave us your approval to sign any deals that we felt were fair – and the SETA is more than fair for us. Besides, I wouldn’t spurn any seemingly friendly offer – this *or* SETA.”

Terrorsaur shrugged, looking unhappy but leaving the issue be for the moment regardless as Pulse continued.

“We should remember that the Mask Maker has Council Members in each region, and their loyalty could possibly be in question,” he said, before turning to Nato. “I’d also remind you that the Fire Region’s relations with the Mask Maker have soured – their opinions might be tricky to gauge, but I believe they are not very fond of him, given how *they* originally proposed SETA, and made an alliance not just with the Water Region in the process but also Jungle – whom they have historically been enemies with.”

“Oh, I’m well aware of that,” Nato muttered. “But just because Voxumo has distanced himself doesn’t mean they’ll want to see him dead or deposed. Perhaps we should leave the Fire Region out of the loop, and see how they react once our plans are set in motion?”

“So we publicly sign SETA, but secretly form an alliance between Water, Jungle and Ice instead,” TimeLord said, mulling it over.

“Seems like a solid plan,” Terrorsaur said. “I’m all for it.”

“Just remember that not a word of this leaves this room unless with those who are in this room right now,” Nato warned. “What we’re discussing here is treason. If any word of this gets to Voxumo before we’re ready, we’ll be executed. I don’t want to wake up one morning in chains because somebody blabbed to the Mask Breaker or something.”

Terrorsaur nodded, in total agreement with him. “Don’t worry. I’ve already set a plan in motion that will guarantee our safety… well, from the Stone Region, at least.”

“Wait, really?” Nato asked, now growing worried. “What?”

Pulse leaned forward, looking even *more* nervous. “What have you done?”

Terrorsaur smirked, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair. “I poisoned our latest shipment of water to the Stone Region. Anybody who’s there for the next few days… there’s a good chance they’re on the chopping block.”

Pulse stood to his feet, eyes wide. “I need to go.”

The Water Trader was gone out the door before anybody could stop him – not that they would have had the opportunity, for an enraged TimeLord was now on his feet.

“My Council Member and Trader are both in the Stone Region at this moment,” the Jungle Ruler said, his voice nearly a whisper, and yet carrying throughout the room. “You’ve threatened the lives of two invaluable members of my tribe. You’ve broken SETA.”

“Whoa, whoa, let’s calm down,” Nato said quickly, eyes flicking between the two leaders as he thought for a way to de-escalate the situation that had suddenly turned catastrophic. “Let’s take a minute, okay? Maybe they got denied entry, or maybe they’ll be gone before the Stone Region distributes that particular shipment.”

TimeLord ignored him, marching over to the wall and brushing aside several vines that were growing down it to reveal a keypad; the Jungle Ruler input the code and a slab of stone slid away to reveal the Golden Mask of Control. TimeLord reached out and placed it on his face; his eyes glowed as he activated the mask, and several guards entered the room.

“This is way,” he murmured, looking entirely mad. “Guards, beasts, throw them into cells. I arrest you all on charges of treason against the Mask Maker and acts of war against the Regions of Jungle, Stone, and Fire.”

*-STONE REGION-*

*-RAHISPEAK-*

In the Stone Region, RahiSpeak sat alone in his quarters. Exhausted from his work and sweating in the heat, he drank deeply from his canteen.

His head feeling a bit fuzzy (from the heat, of course) he sat on his bed.

He was struggling to breathe. Of course, he *had* been working rather hard.

He began to choke, now frothing at the mouth.

Moments later, he lay dead on the floor, and saw no more.

*-SMOKE MONSTER-*

With the ever-silent Skull Warrior behind them, Smoke Monster and Tekulo sat on one side of the table. Across from them sat Bronze, Ruler of the Stone Region, and Ghidora, the Stone Council Member.

“Water?” Bronze asked.

“Yes please,” Smoke Monster said gratefully.

Bronze pulled out four large cups, handing the first to Ghidora and the second to himself – Smoke Monster shared a significant glance with Tekulo, not missing the insult. Soon enough, however, they too had water; both of them nursed theirs in their hands for a moment as Bronze and Ghidora both took hearty swigs, wiping their mouths as they set their empty cups back on the table.

“Alright,” Ghidora said, grinning at them. “Let’s get this… party…”

They all turned to look at the Stone Council Member with dawning horror as Ghidora began to wheeze, staring at his cup in disbelief. Smoke Monster stood to his feet, his chair toppling to the floor as he lunged across the table to stand beside Ghidora and turning back to Tekulo.

“The water’s poisoned! Don’t drink it!”

Tekulo tossed the water to the side, making a face before pointing at Bronze. “Look! Him too!”

“No, no no no no no, Bronze, how do I save you?” Smoke Monster asked, turning to the Stone Ruler desperately, for Ghidora was already gone.

“T-take… th-this,” Bronze managed, pressing something into his hand and looking into his eyes with firm conviction. “Avenge… us. W-water… make them… pay….”

The Ruler of the Stone Region fell limp. Smoke Monster remained frozen for a second before gazing at the badge that Bronze had pressed into his hand – it was the infamous symbol of the Mask Breaker.

Bronze, the infamous Mask Breaker and killer of the last Mask Maker, was dead.

So stunned was Smoke Monster that he did not even notice when the Skull Warrior knocked both Tekulo and himself out, tied them up, and began dragging them back towards the Ancient City.

*-FIRE REGION-*

*-PULSE-*

He was a nervous wreck as he accompanied Imrukii back to the Fire Region, where they were summoned to Burnmad’s private quarters alongside Dragonstar and RG. The Fire Ruler inclined his head respectively upon noticing Pulse before turning to the others.

“Here are your tasks,” he said, handing both Imrukii and Dragonstar slips of paper. “Imrukii, you’ll go via the Ancient City; RG will accompany you for the next meeting of the Council. Dragonstar… you’ll be travelling through the Earth Region.”

Dragonstar shuddered; Pulse fought the urge to do so as well, having seen firsthand the ruins of the good Earth Protectors years ago.

“You have your tasks,” Burnmad said. “Now away with you!”

Once they were alone, Pulse spoke. “Commander Burnmad, you’re an honourable sort. I travelled here as quickly as I could to inform you that fools are already jeopardising the existence of SETA, which I take offense to, seeing as I helped to define its terms.”

Looking worried, Burnmad nodded for him to keep going.

“I do not wish any ill on the Fire Region, and so I will not hide secrets from you,” Pulse continued. “The ruler of my region, Commander Terrorsaur, poisoned our last shipment of water to the Stone Region. Even now rumours are spreading like wildfire that half of the Stone Region’s Protectors are dead. Nobody has seen their Trader in days; both their Diplomat and Ruler were discovered dead. The Jungle Region’s Council Member and Trader, both of whom were present in the region, are also missing. Undoubtedly, TimeLord will consider this poisoning an act of war.”

“Undoubtedly,” Burnmad murmured. “Your story continues, I expect.”

“This was unnecessary bloodshed, Commander – one that could plunge all of Okoto into war,” Pulse said. “I think that if we could somehow get fresh, untarnished water into the Stone Region, we might begin to rectify the situation. I can secure safe shipments of water to the Fire Region, where you could hopefully boil them to dilute any poisons. From there, you could share the shipments with the Stone Region. This would save them, as well as leave the entire region indebted to yours.”

Burnmad nodded amicably, waving his hand strangely; until two sets of hands grabbed Pulse and began to search him. They patted him down for a full minute before shaking their heads at Burnmad and exiting the room.

“Sorry about that,” Burnmad told him, sounding truly apologetic. “I have been… a bit paranoid at the best of times, of late. Your story… I needed to make sure I was safe.”

Pulse shrugged. “Understandable. I must also warn you – should Nato step foot into your region, let him through… and then *kill him.*It is his head at the top of this conspiracy, and I fear for my region, with our Ruler following his commands. He plans a coup of the Ice Region too – both a traitor and a fool. If we can guarantee his demise, however, I believe it would be safe to include the Ice Region in SETA.”

“I agree,” Burnmad decided, after thinking about it for a moment. “I do not know Nato’s location, though if TimeLord acts as you suspect he will, then Nato may very well be in Jungle Region custody. I will send 125 of my warriors to the Jungle Region to provide aid.”

*-ANCIENT CITY-*

*-VOXUMO-*

He shook with a barely contained rage. Flanked by two Skull Warriors, he caught up with Zatth; the Stone Diplomat froze in place at the sound of his voice – as did RG and Imrukii, who were both approaching.

“My Lord Mask Maker?” Zatth asked.

“Come here,” Voxumo ordered, gesturing to Imrukii and RG. “Both of you as well; why are you here?”

“For the meeting of the Council,” RG replied.

“Go now.”

As RG scampered away, the Mask Maker turned his attention back to Zatth and Imrukii. “The latest shipment of water to the Stone Region was poisoned, and I have reason to suspect that both the Fire Region and this city of mine are both targets.”

Zatth was turning pale. “What of my region?”

Voxumo shook his head. “The rumours seem quite clear that half of your Protectors are now dead, as are both Bronze and Ghidora.”

“What of RahiSpeak?”

“He has not been seen since prior to the incident,” Voxumo said gravely. “I am afraid that we must fear the worst, Zatth. You are in command of the Stone Region now. Try and maintain order as best you can; even at half strength and without new supplies coming in, the Stone Region should survive for a while – hopefully long enough for this mess to be sorted out.”

“What am I to do, Lord Mask Maker?” Imrukii asked quietly.

“Return to the Fire Region. Warn them about the water, assuming they are not already aware, and being rationing your water.”

“Yes sir.”

“Both of you go, now. Your regions need you!”

As both the Diplomats hurried away, Voxumo made his way back to the Council Chambers, where he found ToaD, Jed, and RG already seated. One of his Skull Warriors stood directly behind Jed, the second still standing behind Voxumo.

“Well, well… it has been a busy time since our last meeting, my trusted… *friends*,” he said quietly, spitting out the final word.

As if on cue, a third Skull Warrior entered the Council Chambers, dragging a tied up, gagged, and unconscious pair: Smoke Monster and Tekulo of the Jungle Region. The Skull Warrior behind Jed placed a cup of water in front of the Water Council Member.

“You seem thirsty, Jed,” the Mask Maker said, gesturing for Jed to drink. “Perhaps a nice glass of water from your home, courtesy of the Stone Region?”

Jed scowled. “I’m not thirsty, Lord Mask Maker, but I thank you for the offer.”

Voxumo snapped his fingers and the Skull Warrior wrapped its arms around Jed, restraining him; the other Skull Warrior dragged Tekulo and Smoke Monster behind it as it followed behind. The three Protectors would find themselves trapped in the most secure cells of the Ancient City soon enough.

“The Region of Water has declared war on my island,” Voxumo said to ToaD and RG. “They sent poisoned water to the Stone Region, and I have reason to believe that the Region of Fire and this city were also both targets. The Stone Region’s Ruler and Council Member both perished thanks to this treachery, leaving them without leadership.”

“How do you know this?” RG asked.

“I have ears everywhere,” the Mask Maker said. “I have heard from the Jungle Region that TimeLord has Nato in custody, for he formulated the plan, as well as Terrorsaur, who agreed to it and has already begun amassing an army in the Water Region to take Fire by force.”

The Fire Council Member scowled.

“Nato and Terrorsaur shall be executed soon,” Voxumo told them, “while the rest of the Water Region shall be undergoing interrogation once they are caught. Smoke Monster and Tekulo were with both Bronze and Ghidora when they died; I must also interrogate them to determine if they were involved.”

“My Lord Mask Maker, I must beg mercy for my region,” ToaD murmured. “We did not know-”

Voxumo raised a hand to silence him. “Return to your regions, and inform them about what has occurred if they do not already know. ToaD… you will inform FF that our meeting is no longer a choice. He *will* come, or *all* of you shall pay the price for Nato’s actions. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes sir,” they both chorused.

“Then be gone.”

*-STONE REGION-*

*-ZATTH-*

He sat alone, dizzy from everything.

Upon his arrival, he had learned that Voxumo’s predictions were almost spot-on; the Stone Region had been essentially cut down to half of its prior size. RahiSpeak was still missing in action.

He was beginning to understand how the Earth Region must have felt twenty years ago.

He had already sent a scroll back to Voxumo, informing the Mask Maker of a possible conspiracy to kill off support for Voxumo before striking directly.

To the Fire Region he sent another scroll, informing Commander Burnmad of the deaths of Bronze and Ghidora, and his suspicions that whoever was responsible might be targeting any who were involved with the rebellion twenty years prior. He had advised the Fire Region to keep in contact, and to watch the Water Region closely.

He was worried about supplies. All trade in the region had failed, and without RahiSpeak… they would not last long.

It seemed impossible, but the Stone Region was very much drowning.

### Episode 3: Lord Voxumo

*(Originally posted May 23, 2016)*

*-STONE REGION-*

*-DRAGONSTAR-*

When he arrived in the Stone Region, he found it in total disarray. There were several small piles of bodies being burned – those that had died thanks to the poisoned shipment of water. With their Ruler dead, the Stone Region was barely clinging onto order by a thread.

When he inquired about their Trader, he learned that RahiSpeak had not been named among the dead; however, the Stone Region’s Trader had been famously secretive, and it took him over an hour to track down the different Protectors with clues to his home’s location that still lived. Even then, the clues he had been given were incomplete, and it took him the better part of a day to find it.

When he did, he found the decaying corpse of the Stone Region’s Trader lying on his bedroom floor.

*-ZATTH-*

Zatth accepted the scroll from the Protector in front of him and looked it over. It had been sent by the Water Region’s Trader, Pulse; he claimed to have set up an agreement with the Fire Region to purify water shipments before sending them on to the Stone Region.

“He wishes to meet in the Earth Region,” he murmured, glancing up at the other Protector, whose sandy armor was scorched black. “What do you know of its current condition?”

The Protector shifted, appearing uncomfortable. “Mostly ruins, sir. There isn’t much left. But it would make for good neutral ground, and if you don’t return… well, I imagine Pulse knows that the Mask Maker would have his head.”

“Indeed,” Zatth muttered, scribbling down a reply on the scroll before handing it back to the Protector, and gesturing to several others. “Send it back to Pulse, and send these others to the Mask Maker, TimeLord, and FF.”

“Dragonstar of the Fire Region is also here, sir. He is at the residence of RahiSpeak.”

“Someone finally found it, eh?”

“RahiSpeak is dead. Dragonstar wishes to meet with you.”

“Send the scrolls out first, and then take me there.”

“Of course, sir.”

As he waited for the Scorched Protector to return, Zatth sat down and leaned back in his chair. The scrolls to TimeLord and FF were simple enough; just requests for the Jungle and Ice Regions to re-establish their trade with the Stone Region. His scroll to the Mask Maker was more worrying.

He wanted the Mask Maker to conduct the trial of Nato and Terrorsaur, and to have it done in the Ancient City; he was still uncertain as to whether TimeLord could be trusted to adequately carry out the task. If the scroll reached Voxumo in time, he was certain that the Mask Maker would agree – but time was a fickle thing, and TimeLord had not proven to be the most patient of Rulers.

*-ANCIENT CITY-*

*-VOXUMO-*

“Lord Voxumo.”

He paused, turning away from the Mask of Truth that he was working on to see two of his Skull Warriors standing behind him; it was the one on the left that had spoken, its voice rasping and rattling.

“Right,” the Mask Maker said, wiping the sweat off of his brow and pointing to the Skull Warrior on the right. “You. Put on the Mask of Stealth and activate it; I want you to travel to the Region of Water, find the Golden Mask of Skull Spiders, and bring it to me. Do not let yourself be seen or heard.”

The Skull Warrior inclined its head before grabbing the Mask of Stealth and exiting the forge, leaving the Mask Maker alone with the one that had spoken. Now, however, it remained silent as it turned away; Voxumo followed it to the border, where he found the Ice Trader Hero waiting.

“What do you require?” he asked.

“Simply passage through to the Fire Region,” Hero answered. “Didn’t want to bother the Stone Region with their current state… or risk the Water Region. I’ve been sent to establish a trade agreement.”

“Very well. Be on your way.”

Once the Ice Region Trader was out of sight, he returned to his living quarters to write out several scrolls. The first he sent to TimeLord, explaining his reasons for taking custody of both Smoke Monster and Tekulo, as well as requesting that the Jungle Ruler bring his three prisoners to the Ancient City for trial. The second was sent to Zatth, informing him of his support for the Stone Region, and extending an offer of hospitality to any Stone Protectors wishing to transfer to the Ancient City.

Once the scrolls had been sent, he turned his attention back to the Skull Warrior.

“Take me to the prisoners.”

It was time he learned what his captives knew.

*-JUNGLE REGION-*

*-DALLIOR STAMOS-*

“You’re free to go.”

He cursed as he stumbled across the border into the Water Region, his limbs aching from the number of times that he had tripped and fallen in the jungle.

“A word to the wise,” the Jungle guards called after him. “Try not to get *caught* next time you decide to kill Lord Voxumo, eh? Hahaha!”

He growled, doing his best to ignore them as he began the trek back towards his home.

He had been imprisoned for a crime he had not committed… rumor had it that Pulse was missing… and both Terrorsaur and Jed were likely to get the axe.

It was time for Dallior Stamos to step up.

*-STONE REGION-*

*-ZATTH-*

They sat down at the late RahiSpeak’s dinner table for their meeting.

“I am… very sorry for your welcome to be such a chaotic scene, good Trader.”

“I suppose it could've been worse,” Dragonstar replied with a shrug, leaning back in his chair. “However, this is quite the unexpected meeting indeed. Were there any more survivors from your tribe?”

“Unfortunately not as many, with about half of our Protectors dying off. Though I know we intended to meet to discuss other matters, I must ask that you and the others of your ilk take care; it would appear this plot aimed to destabilize all the Regions which participated in the Rebellion from years ago, and there is a good chance a target is on the backs of any and all from those Regions, regardless of allegiance or involvement.”

Dragonstar inclined his head. “I will take note of that. It seems like I have a message from my leader, Burnmad, to find its way into your hands?”

The Fire Trader slid the note across the table and Zatth read it over:

*To Zatth, Diplomat of the Stone Region:*

*In light of the recent tragedy which has befallen your region, the Fire Region would like to make regular shipments of those supplies which are necessary to keep your people alive: food, safe water, fuel, etc. In addition to this, we extend the offer of a battalion of 25 soldiers, which may be stationed in the Stone region to protect it from further foreign threat, and (if it proves possible) the assistance of our own trader, who is delivering this message, in re-establishing your region's trade with that of the others.*

*Feel free to accept and deny all such offers of assistance individually-- feel no need to consider them necessarily tied to each other.*

*Signed by Guardian of the Flame, and Ruler of the Fire Region,*

*Burnmad*

The message brought a smile to the Stone Diplomat’s face, before it was replaced by a frown. “Though it saddens me beyond words to have lived through a tragedy none should endure, it brings me the greatest of joys to know that we have those who will make these difficult times even more bearable. Please tell Commander Burnmad the Stone Region will graciously accept these regular shipments as well as the battalion of soldiers, but only if your region can truly afford to provide them.”

At this, the Fire Trader chuckled. “I’m pretty sure it can.”

“Very well; if the Fire Region wishes to continue to safeguard itself against any possible threats, the Stone Region will be more than glad for that battalion to stay with those who would so graciously give us refuge at their expense. Finally, we will gladly accept your assistance to re-establish trade with those I have been unable to visit as of yet due to the tragedy. That is, of course, if it proves possible on your end.”

“I will relay your message to my leader, sir. I’ll see it to the end if I must.”

Zatth inclined his head gratefully. “Thank you, then. If possible, there is… one other request that I would make of you.”

Dragonstar waved his hand flippantly, dispensing entirely with the official nature of the meeting. “Ask away.”

“The Stone Region is only maintaining order through sheer force of will,” Zatth admitted. “The Water Trader, Pulse, has requested to meet with me in the Earth Region – while I feel that he has proven himself trustworthy, the fact remains that if I were to leave, the Stone Region might collapse on itself. Could I send you to meet with Pulse in my stead?”

At this, the Fire Trader smirked. “Of course.”

“Good,” Zatth muttered, letting out a relieved sigh as he gestured to the Stone Protector with the scorched black armor. “This Protector will accompany you to the border, just in case.”

“Very well,” Dragonstar replied, standing up and extending his hand, which Zatth shook. “Take care, Zatth.”

“You as well.”

*-FIRE REGION-*

*-BURNMAD-*

Over in the Fire Region, Burnmad sat in his quarters. The Golden Mask of Fire adorned his face, the Ruler having taken to wearing it near-constantly in order to save time when it came to the water purification process, which was both arduous and exhausting – though he felt that, in the long term, it would be worth it.

Fires so often burned bright and quick before dying; he did not intend for that to be the story of the Fire Region.

“Commander?” it was Imrukii who entered, looking nervous. “Our troops have returned…”

“That’s a good thing,” Burnmad said, puzzled. “What else?”

“…the Ice Region have also sent their Trader.”

Burnmad mulled over it for a moment before nodding. “Let him through and meet with him. Pulse seemed fairly certain that Nato was acting of his own accord, without the knowledge of his reason; from the rumors that have reached my ears, I am inclined to agree. Let us see what the new Ice Region leadership means to accomplish.”

“Very well, Commander.”

*-JUNGLE REGION-*

*-NATO-*

The Ice Diplomat (assuming he still held that title in any official capacity) gripped the bars of his cell tightly, glaring at the Jungle Ruler as he walked towards them, hands on his hips.

“You asked to speak before your execution?” TimeLord asked.

“Yeah, ‘asked’,” Terrorsaur muttered from the cell next to his. “That’s what we did.”

“Hello there, Commander TimeLord,” Nato said, feigning politeness. “I’m so happy to see that you’ve managed to take a moment out of your no-doubt busy day of rampant backstabbing and blatant hypocrisy to speak with those whose trust you’ve so casually stomped on.”

TimeLord frowned. “You betrayed the trust of the Mask Maker. I arrested you in his name… and in mine. You tried to poison two of my region.”

“We didn’t betray you at all,” Terrorsaur snapped. “You could have recalled Smoke Monster and Tekulo at any time, or at least *warned* them. Did they die?”

“Well, no,” TimeLord replied, looking uncomfortable.

“Then we didn’t betray you,” Terrorsaur snarled, “but if we didn’t betray you, then you have *certainly* betrayed us.”

Before TimeLord could reply, Nato stepped back in, his voice still calm and controlled. “When SETA was established, it was you who insisted that there needed to be fail safes to prevent one side from betraying the others? No?”

“Yes.”

“It is strange, then, that you seem to think you can get away with turning on Terrorsaur and I without suffering any kind of backlash for your misguided, treacherous actions,” Nato said, his tone becoming icy. “I am here to inform you that you’re very, very wrong.”

TimeLord’s eyes narrowed. “That sounds like a threat.”

Nato continued without missing a beat, ignoring the Jungle Ruler. “You demand that your people remain faithful to their friends and allies, and yet…” he trailed off, adopting a look of confusion. “What is this I feel lodged between my shoulder blades?”

“Nothing,” TimeLord said firmly. “There is nothing there.”

“You seem to forget that you rule one of the weakest regions in terms of military might, and that both Water and Ice together could easily crush you in order to free – or avenge – us. More importantly, you’ve already agreed to commit treason. Arresting us isn’t going to hide your involvement, and the Mask Maker will not be forgiving when he finds out that you were responsible for the decimation of the Stone Region – and he will find out. You’ll be executed right alongside Terrorsaur and I, and your treachery will accomplish nothing.

“If you intended from the start to betray us all along to curry favour with the Mask Maker, then you’ve made numerous, equally grievous errors in judgement. You knew about the poison, yet didn’t warn the Stone Region, thus leading to the near extinction of the Mask Maker’s staunchest allies. Killing us will do nothing but make an enemy of two nations who outnumber you considerably, and without the Stone Region and its resources to back you up, there will be nothing to prevent the Jungle Region from going the way of Earth twenty years ago.

“And even if your plan somehow succeeds, despite the odds so severely stacked against you, what hope do you have of remaining in power, when you’ve betrayed literally everyone on the island? No one will trust you. You betrayed the Mask Maker when you allowed the Stone Region to be wiped out. You betrayed the Region of Fire when you broke the SETA agreement. You betrayed your own people when you sent them into the Stone Region, knowing full well that they might be poisoned. You betrayed your closest allies by arresting the ruler of the Region of Water. And of course, you betrayed me, who only ever wanted to help our three nations grow and prosper.”

“You must like the sound of your own voice,” TimeLord replied. “I do apologize. I don’t know quite what to say.”

“You could say ‘I was wrong, I’m sorry. You’re free to go.’” Nato told him. “It’s the only way you’ll walk away from this situation alive.”

“I never wanted to conquer the island,” TimeLord said. “I just wanted peace.”

“Peace could be achieved by placing a just ruler on the throne,” Terrorsaur replied, sounding as though he had managed to calm down. “The end goal was to defeat the Stone Region and Voxumo.”

“No,” TimeLord interrupted.

“…no?” Terrorsaur asked, sounding confused now. “Huh?”

“You do not call him ‘Voxumo’,” TimeLord said strictly. “He is the Lord Mask Maker.”

“Our apologies,” Nato drawled. “He meant *Lord Voxumo*, of course.”

“Watch your tongue,” TimeLord warned him.

“I don’t have to,” Nato shot back. “As a member of the proud warrior tradition of the Ice Tribe, I demand a trial by combat. You versus me, in a fight to the death.”

“No fight,” TimeLord said.

“It is my right,” Nato told him. “You’re on thin ice with your region already – don’t think we haven’t heard. Do you *really* want to try denying me my right to a trial by combat? Risk the wrath of the Ice Region? Scared you can’t beat me?”

“Very well,” TimeLord replied, shrugging. “We will take you both to the Ancient City, and I shall duel you in its arena. If you win, you will be free… but if you lose, your life is forfeit.”

Nato nodded. “As the Ancient Laws say.”

*-ANCIENT CITY-*

*-VOXUMO-*

He ventured down into the dungeons. His Skull Warrior had returned moments before with the Golden Mask of Skull Spiders in tow; basking in his victory, the Mask Maker had decided now was the time to interrogate the prisoners.

It had the benefit of delaying his meeting with FF, who had also recently arrived. The Ice Ruler had kept him waiting… well, he would do the same.

“I’m sure you all know why you are here,” he began, once Jed, Tekulo and Smoke Monster were ready, each guarded by a Skull Warrior. “Tekulo and Smoke Monster, you were there when both Bronze and Ghidora died. While I have little reason to believe you were the source of the poison, I must question if you knew about it. Jed… yours is a much more serious accusation. As it stands right now, we are unsure of how many of the Water Region's higher ranking officials knew of the plot.”

The Skull Warrior standing behind Jed stepped closer.

“So, Jed…” Voxumo continued, “Did you know of the plot to poison the Stone Region?”

“Voxumo, I can assure you that I had no idea-” Smoke Monster started before the Skull Warrior behind Tekulo grabbed the Jungle Council Member’s head and smashed it into the table they were seated at, knocking him out cold.

“Lord Voxumo,” the Skull Warrior hissed at Smoke Monster, who shuddered but nodded.

“*Lord Voxumo,*” Jed stressed, speaking slowly, “I was unaware of this attempt to poison the Stone Region. That being said… I’m also not surprised. Terrorsaur had been musing on such plans when I returned, but I did not think he would act so quickly; he also seemed to know of Nato’s true plans before he even arrived.”

Voxumo chuckled darkly. “I’ve heard enough. Take them back to their cells.”

*-EARTH REGION-*

*-PULSE-*

He wandered the ruins, searching.

He knew it had been twenty years.

He knew it had been ransacked.

He knew at least one other region had *probably* taken something valuable without telling anybody.

He knew it was still worth looking.

“Pulse.”

He spun on the spot, drawing an old knife that he had found – only to pause in confusion, recognizing Dragonstar.

“What are you doing here?” he asked warily.

“Sent here by Zatth,” the Fire Trader replied, tossing a scroll over to him. “He apologizes that he can’t make the meeting. He said that the Stone Region is barely hanging on as it is; he can’t afford to leave it right now. So here I am.”

“So here you are,” Pulse said slowly, starting to grin.

Dragonstar smirked right back. “He has *no* idea what he’s done.”

Pulse chuckled before turning serious again. “First things first – what was he like? Attitude wise? Did Voxumo have any guards there? That’s the whole reason I wanted to meet here… I was worried it might be a trap. Terrorsaur really screwed the pooch for the Water Region on this one.”

“No Skull Warriors or anything, but I imagine the Stone Region and Voxumo are as friendly as ever, if not more so,” Dragonstar replied, shrugging. “You don’t need to worry about them, though. Zatth will back you up if it comes to it; you’ve done a lot to try and make up for Terrorsaur’s mistake, and I could tell he appreciates it.”

“Well, at least *someone* does,” Pulse said quietly, looking around. “You know… I could use your help.”

“With what, aside from the usual?”

“The Protectors of Earth guarded the upper half of the Mask of Time,” Pulse said distractedly, his eyes gazing into the distance. “Legend dictates that if six Protectors, one of each element, could be united under a single banner, it could be used to summon the famous heroes of prophecy.”

“The Toa,” Dragonstar noted, snorting. “You really believe in that?”

“Of course I do,” Pulse replied, frowning at the Fire Trader. “If we could call them…”

“It’s impossible anyway. The Protectors of Earth are all gone now, and the Temple of Time is in the Jungle Region.”

“No, I’m pretty certain there are some Earth Protectors living amongst the rest of us, in disguise,” Pulse murmured. “Total extinction… with how chaotic the entire island was during the rebellion? Unlikely.”

“If you say so,” Dragonstar replied. “We’d better get searching.”

“Yes.”

*-JUNGLE REGION-*

*-TIMELORD-*

They were halfway to the Ancient City when Nato and Terrorsaur both managed to break free of their bonds and took off into the jungle. TimeLord had not hesitated in sending all four of his guards after them, certain that the prisoners would be re-captured within minutes.

But as the minutes passed, standing alone among the trees and waiting for his guards to return, TimeLord began to grow nervous. The silence was stifling; he was regretting leaving the Mask of Control behind (in retrospect, it had quite possibly been the most foolish thing he had ever done).

Now he was starting to regret not keeping a guard for himself as well.

He was regretting a lot of things.

Something cracked in the bushes to his left and he spun on the spot to face it -

-only to find two arms wrapping around him from behind, as Terrorsaur whispered in his ear:

"Traitor."

As Nato slowly stepped out from behind tree in front of him, hefting a large rock in his right hand, TimeLord began to fight frantically to free himself, but could not; the Ruler of Water was too strong.

"I... I only ever wanted peace," he said, trying to buy himself time. "Why are you doing this?!"

Nato smirked, his voice chilling TimeLord to the bone as he replied: "I made you a promise back in that cell - and unlike you..."

He trailed off, swinging the rock through the air; it collided with the side of TimeLord's head, and the Ruler of Jungle felt it as his head was bashed open. He collapsed to the ground and lay there, dazed and dying, as Nato crouched down beside him.

"...I'm a man of my word."

And then there was silence.

### Episode 4: Keep it Secret, Keep it Safe

*(Originally posted May 29, 2016)*

The summons went out all over Okoto, to every noble Protector in the realm:

*You are hereby summoned to the Ancient City by the will of his grace, the Mask Maker Voxumo.*

To ignore the summons would be to ignore the Mask Maker.

To ignore the Mask Maker was to ignore the law.

*-ANCIENT CITY-*

*-VOXUMO-*

With the Golden Mask of Skull Spiders now adorning his face, Voxumo summoned the horde to him; he was flanked by three of his Skull Warriors.

“Go to the Water Region, and search it thoroughly,” the Mask Maker ordered. “Tell me about everything you find. Tell me if Nato is there. Tell me if Terrorsaur is there.”

As the Skull Spider horde scuttled away, he turned around to face the three Skull Warriors. He gestured for them to follow him as he entered the forge, where he handed one the Mask of Strength and another the Mask of Truth (the third still wore the Mask of Stealth).

“TimeLord should have arrived with the prisoners in tow by now,” he said, both to the silent Skull Warriors and himself. “Either he has been delayed, or both Nato and Terrorsaur have escaped. They are cruel, bloodthirsty, and vengeful. TimeLord is undoubtedly already dead.”

He sat down, penning another scroll to Zatth, who had replied to his offer for the decimated region to live in the Ancient City with a request for further details.

*Zatth,*

*The stone region would receive the protection of the skull warriors who often patrol the city when not by my side. They would also receive the recently acquired protection of the Skull Spiders. The water region showed it could not be trusted with power, and as such I sent one of my skull warriors to claim the mask. Aside from those defenses the Ancient City is also defensible as one would expect from the home of prior mask makers.*

*Sincerely,*

*Voxumo*

Sending the scroll off towards the Stone Region, Voxumo made his way down to the cells, where his three prisoners were guarded by a single Skull Warrior. He ignored Jed, but unlatched the cells of both Smoke Monster and Tekulo; both looked up at him with confusion.

“TimeLord should have arrived by now, with those directly responsible for the Stone Region Incident in tow,” the Mask Maker told them. “He has not, and I suspect that he is dead, and that they run free. For now… you are both free to wander the Ancient City. But I want you to remain here until the trial.”

Both nodded; with nothing else to keep him there, Voxumo left.

*-SMOKE MONSTER-*

He stared at Tekulo, who stared right back.

“If TimeLord is dead…” Tekulo started.

“…then I am the new acting leader of the Jungle Tribe,” Smoke Monster finished.

Tekulo grinned. “So what will we do now, Commander Smoke Monster?”

“Stay here for now, as the Mask Maker wishes,” Smoke Monster replied. “Try not to cause trouble.”

“Aw, you’re no fun.”

*-STONE REGION-*

*-ZATTH-*

He left the Scorched Black Protector in charge of the Stone Region as he began his travel to the Ancient City on the Mask Maker’s orders.

Before he left, he had sent two scrolls – one to Burnmad, informing him that he had used Dragonstar as a proxy to meet with Pulse (and suspected both of them to be loyal to the old royal regime) and one to FF, with a request that the Ice Ruler keep as close an eye on Pulse as possible (for Zatth could no longer, in good faith, trust anyone from the Water Region).

There was still a long road ahead.

*-FIRE REGION-*

*-BURNMAD-*

“How did your meeting with the Ice Trader go?” he asked, as Imrukii joined him.

“It went quite well, I think,” Imrukii replied. “He seemed to agree with my declaration that our two peoples should make amends, and that those who tore the Stone Region apart should lose their lives. I extended an offer to include the Ice Region into SETA once we can properly revise the agreement, but only after those scumbags Nato and Terrorsaur are dead.”

Burnmad hummed. “We have been summoned to the Ancient City for their trial. Keep an open mind; they may be found innocent. Nato has demanded a trial by combat, and should he win, he would be cleared of all charges against his name.”

“Then I beg you to let me be his executioner,” Imrukii replied, looking dead serious. “I am stronger than most give me credit for, Commander. I am strong of mind and strong of will; I could be the Mask Maker or a great leader if allowed. I could take Nato down in this trial by combat.”

The Fire Region Ruler frowned, wording his reply carefully. “TimeLord is to be his opponent in the duel, unless he selects a champion. I do not wish to lose my Diplomat; you will not take part unless TimeLord can offer enough to make the risk worth it.”

“We should be hunting for them,” Imrukii spat. “They have betrayed SETA, and they have betrayed Lord Voxumo! We should unite to hunt them down and end their worthless lives, and instead you hole us up here!”

“Watch your tongue. Besides, we shall be heading to the Ancient City shortly enough for the trial. Perhaps you’ll see some action, or perhaps you shall not. We will be accompanied by 50 of our best guards, and I have extended an invitation for Pulse to join us.”

“Didn’t Zatth warn you about him and Dragonstar?” Imrukii asked, sounding suspicious.

Burnmad shrugged, unconcerned with the unspoken accusation. “He did. But he is also under a great deal of stress; three of the Stone Region’s highest ranked died along with a good portion of the rest. He alone holds his region afloat; he has *every* reason to be paranoid, and it is smart of him to question everything. But I do not believe that Pulse and Dragonstar are a threat to us.”

“They might be a threat to the Mask Maker.”

“I think that Pulse in particular is in more danger from the Mask Maker,” Burnmad replied. “Voxumo suspects the entire Water Region of treachery. There is no telling what he might do – but Pulse has also vocally opposed the move that Nato and Terrorsaur made to all who would hear. He has made enemies of the most dangerous people on this island. Voxumo has as well.”

“What are you saying?”

“I am saying that everyone is innocent until proven guilty… and they deserve a fair chance to explain their side of the story.”

*-EARTH REGION-*

*-PULSE-*

“So, what are we meeting here for?” Dragonstar asked him.

“Here lies the Mask of Time, somewhere,” Pulse said quietly, “along with the graves of the Earth Tribe.”

“And that dagger too, I’m assuming.”

“Yes. Things are getting pretty dangerous… I might switch out my blue for black, and honor the dead. Few wear the colors of the Earth Tribe, and fewer still truly remember them. *I* will remember them, and perhaps they shall return to us someday.”

“What of the Trader’s Guild?”

“Still operating, despite RahiSpeak’s death and Smoke Monster’s imprisonment. Though rumor has it that TimeLord has gone missing – that would leave both of their regions without leaders.”

“Smoke Monster is still a prisoner?”

Pulse nodded. “The Mask Maker… he must believe that the conspiracy was much larger than it was. Even those who associate with anyone out of his favor, he finds cause to blame – and to punish. He’s becoming quite a bloodthirsty ruler, if rumor is to be believed…”

“I agree,” Dragonstar said quietly. “It sets a dangerous precedent.”

Pulse shrugged. “There isn’t much we can do about it. But if you’re ever in trouble, I would recommend trying to find asylum in the Ice Region. You should be safe there, unless Nato is present – I appear to be in his sights, and he might kill those known to associate with me.”

“What do you plan to do about Voxumo’s summons?” the Fire Trader asked.

“I plan to ignore it and stay here,” Pulse replied. “Burnmad’s offer is generous, but… I do not trust Voxumo to be sensible. I will not be surprised if any Water Tribe members who attend find themselves dead on the floor by the time this trial is over.”

“Then this is where we part ways.”

“Yes.”

The Fire Trader nodded once before walking away, leaving Pulse alone to his search and his thoughts.

*-ANCIENT CITY-*

*-FF-*

He eyed the two scrolls that he had received warily.

*To the Loyal Ruler FF*

*Go to the Jungle Region. Bring the Mask of Creation.*

*-The Heir*

The message from the Heir was worrying, but the message from Zatth was worse:

*To FF*

*I need you to keep an eye out for me on the Water Trader, Pulse. I suspect he is loyal to the heir, and I cannot trust anyone from the Water Region to the task. Please meet with him, just in case.*

*-Zatth, Acting Ruler & Diplomat of the Stone Region*

Standing from his seat, he tossed both scrolls into the fire and watched them burn, mulling over them. The Heir had at least *one* thing right – in these times, it would not be a poor idea to keep the Mask of Creation on his person, just in case of trouble. But to try and order him into the Jungle Region… that was a disaster that might be best left avoided.

As for Pulse… the Water Trader had vanished from the Fire Region and had not been seen since.

Perhaps Zatth was right.

“Am I interrupting something?”

He turned away from the fire at the sound of Voxumo’s voice, frowning at the sight the Skull Warrior standing behind the Mask Maker, a Mask of Truth upon its face. He could already feel the compulsions of the mask.

“No,” he managed. “We can begin. Why have I been called?”

“I’m naturally going to assume that you are fully aware of what your Diplomat has been up to.” The Mask Maker cut right to the chase. “Plotting. Scheming. Murder. He's been very busy… and the one question on everyone's mind is, did you know of his plans to poison water supplies? I mean, surely *you*as the Ruler of the Ice Region should know of such plans?”

“I… always had a feeling that Nato would betray the Ice Region,” FF said, speaking slowly. “It seemed like an in-character thing for him to do; but I did not expect the water to be poisoned.”

The Mask Maker snorted, disbelief written all over his face. “When he went rogue, did that not seem… odd to you?”

Again, FF took a moment to respond, choosing his words carefully. “I think I just got a bit too relaxed with my duties so I wasn't really doing the best job of keeping track of people.”

Voxumo nodded along. “That's not a reassuring statement given the history of the Ice Region... I mean what's to say I should trust you not to make the same mistake in the future?”

“I have learned my lesson.” It was the truth.

“Very well,” the Mask Maker replied, sighing. “I want you to be here for the trial.”

He turned to leave, but FF stopped him. “What?”

“Any scrolls that come from the Ice Region,” FF said quietly. “I do not know if they would go through you first or to me – but if word arrives about Nato having returned… please alert me.”

The Mask Maker glared at him before nodding sharply and leaving.

The Ice Region Ruler sagged down into his chair, relief washing through him as the Skull Warrior left the room. The unrelenting compulsions of the Mask of Truth were tiring, even when one cooperated with the unspoken commands.

*-WATER REGION-*

*-DALLIOR-*

He frowned, staring intently at the series of scrolls (some of them copies, for the originals were now elsewhere, having been sent off) before him. Two were of particular importance.

*Dear companions,*

*After much thinking on the matter, I have decided to organize a group to explore*

*TRUST THE ICE TRIBE*

*the seldom explored Earth Region. After their fall years back, almost no one has*

*IF YOU CAN READ THIS...*

*ventured there, and I think there could be interesting spoils awaiting.  I also think that*

*RESPOND WITH A MISSIVE INCLUDING...*

*we should gather some members of other tribes as well; maybe our friends in Jungle?*

*"OKOTOAN PLANTLIFE"*

*Sincerely, KEEP IT SECRET*

*Dallior Stamos  KEEP IT SAFE*

*Dear Diplomat Dallior Stamos;*

*I do not think it a wise idea to invite the Jungle Region. Or call them friends. Trader Smoke Monster is a friend of mine, but the rest? Probably not too fond of the Water Region any more. That said - related to my friendship with Toa Smoke Monster, who has been feeding me information about the Okotoan Plantlife and I to him, well... our Council Member, Jed1ndy, is also imprisoned. That I learnt only recently. That's a problem. I'm the only Water Region member that hasn't been imprisoned so far, and thank goodness for that.*

*Regardless, I am already in the Earth Region. If you wish to meet me there, that is most welcome.*

*Sincerely,*

*Pulse*

*P.S. I fear there are now several factions working against the Water Region as a whole. Be wary.*

Several factions working against the Water Region…

…Terrorsaur’s move had been foolish; if not in targets, then in its premature timing. They would have to move carefully.

“Sir?”

He turned to the Protector who had interrupted his thoughts. “Yes?”

“Uh… Commander Terrorsaur has returned, sir. With the Ice Diplomat. They wish to see you.”

*-NATO-*

“Right,” Terrorsaur began, as Dallior finally joined them. “I figured as much that this would happen, so I didn't want to make our entrance a big deal. I'm here to take back the throne of the Water Region, and to provide Nato safe harbor. I didn't want to speak in public because we can't trust Jed, and Pulse isn't very friendly with Nato and I at the moment.”

“Very well.”

“Dallior, I’m going to be frank - your plans have been confusing me. I'm not sure if you are still going to the Earth region or not. If you could tell us plainly, so we can figure out our next move… it would be helpful.”

Dallior glanced between the two of them, frowning slightly before it turned into a smirk. “You two are *always* welcome in the Water Region. Just keep it secret. Keep it safe. My plans were to head to the Earth Region with one or both of you; I believe it would *very* worth our time.”

Terrorsaur hesitated; Nato rolled his eyes, waving for him to speak. “Well, our original plan was to go over there once we escaped the Jungle… but if Pulse or any Fire Region members are still there, it is unsafe for Nato and I.”

That got a chuckle from the Water Diplomat. “I dunno, I’d say Pulse’s actions are a *little* more important than ours right now, to be quite honest. I believe we should help him.”

*No, that won’t do,*Nato thought, before saying, “he threw us to the wolves. I have every intention of adding his head to my collection. I will join you on your trip, but only so far as the Ice Region.”

“I’ll be staying here,” Terrorsaur said. “The Water Region should have *somebody* left to command it.”

Nato followed Dallior out of the room – unfortunately for them (but extremely so for Terrorsaur), they did not notice the Skull Spiders staring from the bushes….

*-ANCIENT CITY-*

*-VOXUMO-*

He watched as the many Protectors arrived, and began to mingle; it seemed almost everyone had arrived.

He frowned. Everyone, that was, except for Pulse… and Nato… and Terrorsaur… and Dallior.

*What are they planning?*

*-EARTH REGION-*

*-PULSE-*

In the Earth Region, Pulse stood triumphant, his thoughts a million miles away from the Mask Maker and his command to journey to the Ancient City.

He had something *far* better to do.

Soon, he would be beyond the usurper… for in his hands he now held the Mask of Time.

### Episode 5: Visions

*(Originally posted June 10, 2016)*

*-ANCIENT CITY-*

*-FF-*

He eyed the Skull Spiders nervously as he stepped past them, but they did not move. Breathing a sigh of relief, he sent the scroll off to the Ice Region; best to begin making his move.

*-STONE REGION-*

*-PULSE-*

Pulse smirked. “So… Dallior. Protector of Earth.”

The Water Diplomat frowned. “How?”

“Don’t worry about how,” Pulse replied. “You already know that I’m not your enemy. We both know what it cost your region all those years ago. I’m sorry about Ghidora.”

The other shrugged. “Ghidora… eh. It was meant to be kind of an undercover thing, you know. Scatter a few of us across the regions. None of us expected to get into positions of power like Ghidora and I did, but… even then, I dunno. Ghidora… I think his time in the Stone Region influenced him poorly. I don’t think his allegiance to the usurper was ever in question.”

He paused before continuing, “were you spotted?”

“No. With Zatth gone, this place is in chaos. It’s not going to last much longer, and that’s assuming he returns and stays.”

Dallior nodded. “Good.”

Pulse sighed, nodding along and mulling it over. “Usurper… that’s what he is, isn’t he? Voxumo the Usurper.”

“Not for long,” Dallior pledged. “What’s the plan?”

The Water Trader thought about it for a moment before responding, “we shall now go to the Ancient City. Even with his Skull Warriors and the Skull Spiders, Voxumo shouldn’t notice us until it’s already too late. Burnmad has extended an invitation for us to join his camp, and I intend to make use of it.”

“Sounds like the start of a plan. My sources tell me that the trial is dragging on longer than expected; so we should be able to just reach the Ancient City before it ends. But… we should still move fast.” He paused, before continuing, “we’ll be spotted a mile away with our current armor, though. Blue is going to stand out; if the Skull Warriors don’t find us, the Usurper’s loyalists will.”

“We don’t have to stick with our blue armor for long,” Pulse promised. “Burnmad will be prepared.”

“If you say so. What’s the plan once we get there?”

Pulse grinned. “Once we arrive, there will be Protectors from all six regions present. You represent Earth, I represent Water… we shall activate the Mask of Time, and summon the Toa of myth. Voxumo wants a spectacle… he’ll get one.”

“Then let’s go.”

*-ICE REGION-*

*-NATO-*

Nato approached the Ice Region vaults with no small amount of frustration. For the past several hours, he had wasted time attempting to turn the guards of the region to his side. First through appealing to their lingering distrust (and dislike) of Voxumo, and when that failed, offering to bribe them.

Unfortunately, it seemed that FF, despite being new to his position, had been working rather quickly. Nato had been unable to find a single guard that was willing to go against the new Ice Region Ruler, even with the promises Nato had made regarding his plans to depose Voxumo and restore the Ice Region to its former glory (and the evidence that backed him up).

As he drew nearer to the vault, he contained his mounting frustration behind an innocent smile as several more guards revealed themselves, staring him down. He stopped just outside of stabbing range.

“Whadda you want?” one asked.

“Just making sure that the Mask of Creation is safe and sound,” Nato replied, shrugging. “Can’t be too careful, you know. The Mask Maker has already stolen the Golden Mask of Skull Spiders from the Water Region….”

The guard snorted derisively. “We aren’t the Water Region. We don’t leave our vaults unguarded.”

“Yet when I was last here, unguarded they were,” Nato observed.

“FF’s orders. The Mask of Creation is to remain under guard until he comes to claim it himself in person. Nobody else is to be allowed through.”

Nato raised his hands in surrender. “Hey, okay, okay. Calm down. I was just checking.”

He turned to leave before the guard could get anymore antsy; besides, while he could not claim the Mask of Creation just yet, this suited him just as well. With it under guard, the chances of Voxumo attempting to steal it were… well, if Nato was honest, probably about the same – but at least the guards might alert him with a few screams if a Skull Warrior came along.

*-ANCIENT CITY-*

*-THE TRIAL-*

**THE TRIAL OF THE POISON CONSPIRACY**

**(AND OTHER ASSOCIATED CRIMES)**

**JUDGE & JURY:**

His Grace the Mask Maker, Lord Voxumo

**DEFENDANTS:**

Jed, Council Member of the Water Region

Smoke Monster, Trader of the Jungle Region

Tekulo, Council Member of the Jungle Region

**DEFENDANTS ACCUSED OF FAILURE TO APPEAR:**

Nato, Diplomat of the Ice Region

Terrorsaur, Ruler of the Water Region

Dallior, Diplomat of the Water Region

Pulse, Trader of the Water Region

Note: Arrest warrants have been issued for Nato, Terrorsaur, Dallior, and Pulse by the order of His Grace the Mask Maker Lord Voxumo. They are to be considered armed and dangerous, and may be brought to the Ancient City either dead or alive.

**WITNESSES:**

Zatth, Diplomat & Acting Ruler of the Stone Region

Chad, a Guard of the Jungle Region

Underscore, Diplomat of the Jungle Region

Imrukii, Diplomat of the Fire Region

FF, Ruler of the Ice Region

**DEFENDANTS ARE ACCUSED OF THE FOLLOWING CRIMES:**

1. Conspiracy to commit murder (All)

2. Conspiracy to overthrow the Mask Maker (Nato, Terrorsaur, Dallior, Jed, Pulse)

3. Conspiracy to overthrow the Stone Region (All)

4. Breaking terms of official trade contracts (Terrorsaur, Dallior)

5. Refusal to show for trial (Nato, Terrorsaur, Dallior, Pulse)

6. The Murder of Bronze, Ruler of the Stone Region (All)

7. The Murder of Ghidora, Council Member of the Stone Region (All)

8. The Murder of RahiSpeak, Trader of the Stone Region (All)

9. The Kidnapping of TimeLord, Ruler of the Jungle Region (Nato, Terrorsaur)

10. The Murder of TimeLord, Ruler of the Jungle Region (Nato, Terrorsaur)

The Mask Maker Voxumo took his seat, banging a gavel to bring everything to order; the crowd fell silent, waiting upon him to speak.

“The trial will now begin,” the Mask Maker announced. “Zatth, Diplomat and Acting Ruler of the Stone Region, is called to the stand!”

The Stone Diplomat approached, and began to speak. “As to Tekulo and Smoke Monster, I encountered them at the border of the Ancient City when they traveled to my region. I asked them about the then-rumors that the Ice Region Diplomat Nato was travelling by himself to different areas of the island, though both denied any knowledge.”

“Continue.”

“They seemed rather uneasy, as though they might be hiding something; however, I cannot prove anything. Since they were present during the poisoning, of course, they could both have been at a complete loss to the scheme and simply gotten lucky, or they might have known all along and saved themselves. I sincerely hope that it was the former. Of Jed, I know little if none at all.”

Voxumo nodded and Zatth returned to his seat as the Mask Maker spoke. “My Skull Warrior that accompanied the duo has already confirmed to me your observations. To the rest who speak today, let me remind you that anything but the truth will not be tolerated, and shall be punished with the fullest extent of the law.”

It was now a Jungle Region guard who spoke.

“Hello everyone. I was selected by Commander TimeLord – may his bones rest in peace – to help escort the prisoners Nato and Terrorsaur to the Ancient City for trial. When they escaped, I was sent to search for them; when my search became fruitless, I returned, to find my Ruler dead. It seems clear to me that they must have killed TimeLord while he was unguarded.”

Voxumo banged his gavel as the guard returned to his seat. “I now summon Imrukii, Diplomat of the Fire Region, to the stand.”

“In light of the treachery of Terrorsaur to the SETA agreement, and the poisoning of the Region of Stone, though I was no witness to the travesty myself, I know completely now that Terrorsaur planned the poisoning during the time of when the SETA deal was being established. This much I now know is true. However, as much as I despise Nato for his murderous killing of that who I admired to a leader, Timelord. Though his act was treacherous I have no doubt in my mind that Nato was NOT aware of the poisoning plan on the Stone Region during or prior to the SETA deal, only after it. Rather Nato just went along with it since it would help his own plan along in his mind.

“Due to his treachery, I believe it is only righteous that Terrorsaur be tortured, mortal flesh torn from every bone in his being until death claims him. This demise would only be suitable to that which betrayed me and all of Okoto. As for Nato, I know from the get go now that he had always planned to overthrow Lord Voxumo, and put the Ice region in charge of the role of Mask Maker, regardless of his region's consent on the matter. How would he do this? By eliminating specific targets to weaken each of the regions. Terrorsaur's poisoning of the stone region was one of what would have been many strategic measures to weaken each region until there would be little to no resistance to their plot and plan. However, what these two did not account for was the watchful eyes of those in highest power. Lord Voxumo and my liege Burnmad, if the two convicted had planned better and wouldn't have been so rash than maybe this plan would have worked, but no, no they did not take caution with them, and because of that, their treachery is known throughout Okoto.

“I put forth a righteous demise for Nato would be a brawl to the death, with Okoto's strongest warriors going up against Nato. His murder of Timelord was not strategic, rather it was simply primal and cowardly, stoned to death. A man who can't even duel would stand no chance against twenty, thirty, no forty of Okoto's greatest warriors all at once.

“So, for a quick rundown of their tortures to execute those convicted of the crimes of Overthrow and Murder. To his treacherous self, Terrorsaur be torn apart inch by inch, limb by limb until death claims him. And as for Nato an all out forty plus warriors versus one, until death claims him too.”

Silence stretched after the Fire Diplomat’s rant, until Voxumo finally broke the silence. “Thank you, Imrukii.”

“Thank *you*, your grace.”

Voxumo began to speak again when one of his Skull Warriors stepped up beside him, leaning to growl something in his ear. The Mask Maker frowned before beginning to speak again – only for two Protectors from the Fire Region contingent to step forward, one of them holding a gleaming golden mask.

*-PULSE-*

He lifted the Mask of Time to his face and put it on. It immediately began to pull at his energies, trying to activate itself; within seconds he felt drained, and with great difficulty, he spoke.

“I call upon myself of Water, Smoke Monster of Jungle, Burnmad of Fire, Dallior of Earth, Zatth of Stone, and FF of Ice! Lend me your energies and activate the Mask of Time! Summon the prophesized heroes of legend!”

Golden energies burst from the Mask of Time, lancing out towards the Protectors named. One by one, each accepted the burden, having heard of the disasters that might strike if they did not; all except for FF, who seemed to struggle against the pull, fighting against the time that was begin drained from him.

Before the horrified eyes of the crowd, FF’s eyes rolled up into his head and he fainted; before he had even hit the ground, the Mask of Time’s energies struck a new unwitting and unwilling host, absorbing every single second that Hero, the Trader of Ice, had left. He died instantly, his life sacrificed to the legendary Mask.

Still, nothing yet happened; and as the wind began to fiercely blow, a storm rapidly gathering overhead, he realized that he had made a dangerous miscalculation in his race to depose the usurper:

The Ancient City was *not* the same as the Temple of Time.

Now the energies of the Mask of Time began to spike into the crowd, individual Protectors (the Jungle Guard witness among them) collapsing as the Mask of Time snatched away every second of their lives.

The Skull Warrior nearest to him – the one wearing the Mask of Stealth – lunged towards him, its sword swinging down to cleave him in half; but as it closed in the Mask of Time acted (whether in defense of him or defense of itself, Pulse did not know), energy striking at the Skull Warrior. Suddenly advancing by a thousand years, whatever magic that kept the Skull Warrior alive failed as it suddenly burst into dust, showering Pulse in its cloud. The Mask of Stealth joined it.

That was when the visions began, as rain began to pour down.

*Comets raining down from the heavens. Blue. Green. Red. Purple. Brown. White-*

*Leaves swaying in the breeze. Beasts scattering-*

*Six figures in gleaming armor, the colors of each region. Fighting fiercely against each other. Red eyes gleaming in the shadows-*

*A huge figure, towering taller than even the largest of the Toa, at least twice their size. Massive antlers stretching out from either side of his head, donning a golden mask on his face and letting loose a stream of arrows –*

RG, the Fire Council Member, collapsed to the ground along with several others, speared by the arrows of the vision.

*- “beware the Hunter.”*

*The Temple of Time, shaking-*

*An old city rising from the waves-*

*In the desert, two figures in golden armor dueling in the middle of another city, one swinging a mighty hammer, the ground exploding beneath them, destroying everything in its radius-*

*A phoenix rising from the depths of a volcano-*

*Three armies of brown, white and red crashing down on one of purple, decimating it-*

*A blue figure with a ceremonial golden mask, twisting to face their adversary, a hammer smashing down on their head and the mask shattering into pieces, a familiar brown face revealed-*

*A massive labyrinth, lost to time-*

*Skull Spiders, hundreds of thousands, following a great Lord of Skull Spiders, guarding an ancient city covered in vines, a tomb within, hiding away a mystical figure with golden armor-*

*The legendary Toa of Water, stabbed in the back, blood pooling on the stone beneath her as she collapsed-*

*An army of black and purple, led by a Titan with empty eyes, made of nothing but bones grinding away-*

*Armies clashing, one on top of the other-*

Underscore, the Jungle Diplomat, as well as others found themselves dying alongside the flashing armies.

*The Temple of Time collapsing-*

*Six comets blazing through the sky-*

*Red eyes watching from the darkness-*

*Red eyes-*

*Always red eyes, always watching-*

*Darkness taking hold-*

-and then everything went white, before it all faded away, and he held the Mask of Time in his hands.

In the distance, a pillar of light shone in the Jungle Region, a beacon, broadcasting the location of the Temple of Time.

### Episode 6: Fire and Blood

*(Originally posted June 13, 2016)*

*-ANCIENT CITY-*

*-PULSE-*

In the silence, Pulse stepped forward, locking eyes with Voxumo.

“The throne belongs to me by right,” he declared. “Step down, usurper!”

Voxumo frowned. “I don't think you have a leg to stand on right now. You just killed several Protectors against their will, and for what? Nothing. Their deaths were in vain, and their blood is on your hands. You paint me as the villain, yet whose blood do I have on my hands? I was chosen to rule twenty years ago. Your own father charged with crimes of corruption. Yet what corruption have I committed? You're just a spoiled little child crying for their lost parent. You are a parasite, desperately clinging to the vestiges of your father's glory, unwilling to accept that your time is done. The time of the Water Tribe leading Okoto ended with your father. It is the Age of Fire.”

“I do have a leg to stand on,” Pulse replied. “Two, in fact, as I will now tell you: I did not want the fallen Ice Trader, Hero, to die. I did not want the fallen Jungle Diplomat, Underscore, to die. I did not want the fallen Fire Councillor, RG, to die. I have no ill will towards the Jungle, Ice, or Fire Regions, or any region. The only person I have ill will towards is you, Voxumo, for you are a usurper. You sit on a throne that is mine by right. You have lost the faith of half your subjects. The Fire Region you just referred to has helped *me*over you. Relations between you and the Fire Region are strained, and from what I've seen, you have not even bothered to fix them, so don't bring your region into it. That because of you and your minions, I have had to endure a life eternally paranoid, that someone was out to kill me, simply because I am a loose end that needs tying up.

“You act grand, you act as if you rule, but you do not rule by right, you do not even bother to properly communicate with your own region, you imprison people who are very much innocent, you do not have a proper sense of justice! I also say this: the Water Region no longer recognises your authority, and you will never be welcome there. I think other regions might follow that lead. I hope they do, because you are just a Protector who happens to have skeleton puppets. What's that to several regions with proper armies?”

“You did not want them to die, but they still died, by your hands - for absolutely nothing. They didn't die for a cause they believed in, they didn't die of their own will. They died because a child is throwing a tantrum. The Fire Region did not betray me, the Water Region did not betray Okoto – only their leaders. They shall be held accountable for the choices they've made.

“You knew of the poisoning of the Stone Region! You could have saved all their lives if you had spoken up sooner! But you ran like a coward. You ran like a child. You speak of my improper sense of justice, yet I did what any reasonable person would do. Smoke Monster and Tekulo were present at the deaths and poisoning of Ghidora and Bronze, members of the Jungle Tribe, a Tribe whose Ruler was in cahoots with the Water Tribe. I imprisoned them for their own safety, lest they be lynched by the rightfully upset members of the Stone Region, desperate to hold someone accountable for their pain! I did not abuse them as prisoners! I allowed them a chance to explain their side, and prove their innocence! This is what a leader does! A leader acts for what is best for all, not just what he wants. All you and your allies have done is kill, kill, kill! A trail of blood lines your course! And what does this course lead to? You reclaiming a throne that was lost to the actions of the Fire, Stone and Ice regions combined, who sought to overthrow your corrupt father!

“Your Paranoia is your own doing! I've not sent squat after you, instead I was content to let you live your life, even after I learned you were the prior mask maker's child. You are delusional Pulse. You are just as corrupt as your father was, for power has clouded your mind, the silver spoon stuck into your mouth since birth tainting your ideals. A true ruler is forgiving and just, neither of which you are. You are consumed by hatred.”

Pulse scowled, but pressed forward nonetheless. “Did you want the former Mask Maker to die? But they still died. They didn't die for a cause they believed in, they didn't die of their own will. They died because you wanted to throw a twenty-year tantrum, one you are still throwing. Is everyone you dislike someone throwing a tantrum?”

“I am not-”

Pulse cut Voxumo off before he could continue his protest. “It was I who warned the Fire Region of the poison! I who arranged the purification process to avoid the same thing happening again! You claim TimeLord was working *with* us, when in truth, he was working *for you*! He imprisoned Nato and Terrorsaur, and proved unable to hold them. You call imprisoning others keeping them *safe*? Why not imprison us all, then? To keep us *safe*? You *think* that you want what is best for us all, but you are instead completely out of touch. My life in the Water Region has been as ordinary as it could be, and you have called for the arrests of any who did not attend this trial. You are not forgiving and just. You are merciless and unjust – not to mention delusional.”

The usurper chuckled, shaking his head. “Oh you foolish little boy. One man cannot usurp a ruler alone. In your mind I am the only enemy, when in truth the Regions of Stone, Fire and Ice are your enemies, for they appointed me as their chosen ruler. I was a ruler chosen by the people, not a ruler chosen only because of my blood. You ran to the Fire Region, yet you made no effort to warn the Stone Region. Even a scroll could have been sent. Even better - you could have prevented the entire thing before the water shipments were sent, but you didn't. You chose to let those within the Stone Region die, because it suited your purposes.

“No one ever wants to be imprisoned, but we imprison so that criminals do not run free, and so that they can one day have a chance at proving their innocence. The only people who were charged with not showing was those on trial, for very clear reasons. All I required was the leaders to come to the trial, as a jury should be composed of the leaders from each region for fairness, and the key witnesses for the trial.

“And your father did die for a cause, his cause was protecting his throne. He believed in this cause so much that he would die for it instead of stepping down. The three who died by your hands did not believe in your cause, nor was it their choice. You took their lives for nothing.”

He sighed, waving his hand through the air as if dismissing the entire conversation. “It is pointless. Your mind is made up.”

Before Pulse could respond, his attention was drawn behind him, where Imrukii had stood and now shouted: “If the SETA deal had not been broken than none of this would have happened! A united good for all! But no, no, no. No peace, prosperity, or unity. Now these ancient visions of prophesy have come forth, and now what? All-out war?! For what! Must we bring the wrath of the underworld to our realm? Must we bring war?”

“Peace, friend,” Voxumo called. “It does not have to come to war. It's our choice if it comes to war, and that is the last thing I want... Needless bloodshed by those who are forced to fight is not the answer. Terrorsaur, Nato, Pulse and Dallior. These four individuals are the only ones who have sought bloodshed. They have forced their regions to be a part of something they never wanted.”

Pulse frowned, for Imrukii now appeared confused. Indeed, the Fire Diplomat asked, “Pulse and Dallior? I know only what Terrorsaur and Nato did.”

Voxumo appeared to be just as flummoxed as he was. “You… *did* see those Protectors drop dead because of what Pulse did, yes?”

For the first time, Pulse found himself to be in agreement with Voxumo – though it did not last long, for two of the Skull Warriors advanced as hundreds of Skull Spiders burst into the trial chambers, Voxumo retreating away. The intent was clear. Pulse retreated back into the mass of Fire Protectors.

“To me!” Burnmad called. “Protect the Heir! Kill these creatures!”

The battle began.

*-WATER REGION-*

*-TERRORSAUR-*

When he saw the beacon light up the sky in the distance, Terrorsaur began to suspect what had happened.

*Perhaps I should make an appearance at the trial after all.*

Gathering just over half of the Water Region’s forces, he began marching for the Ancient City. The time to play in the shadows was over.

*-ICE REGION-*

*-FF-*

FF, having fled from the Ancient City, now stood before the vast majority of the Ice Region army, though he had left enough behind to keep the Mask of Creation safe.

“Today, my friends, we march!” He yelled. “We fight to depose the Usurper Voxumo, who has revealed himself to be unfit to rule! We seek to end his reign, so that the era of the true Heir can begin! We march for Pulse, Protector of Water, Heir to the Forge!”

The march began.

*-ANCIENT CITY-*

*-SMOKE MONSTER-*

Having already sent Tekulo back to the Jungle Region to gather their forces and use the Mask of Control, Smoke Monster met with Zatth in the Council Chambers.

“What is your proposal?” the acting Stone Ruler asked quietly.

“I’d like to offer the Jungle Region as a place for some of your Protectors to stay,” Smoke Monster told him. “I know that his grace has already offered to house you here in this city, but that stay cannot be a long one. The Jungle Region can provide for you until the Stone Region is stable enough to return home once more.”

Zatth was silent for a long moment as he mulled it over before finally replying, “you raise good points. I will give you half of my Protectors, and half of my forces to help guard them; the rest will stay here in the Ancient City with the Mask Maker.”

As he finished speaking, the Mask Maker himself appeared, shadowed by one of his Skull Warriors.

“Good, you two are here,” he said. “Call upon your forces.”

“Already being done,” Zatth promised. “What do you need from us?”

“I am thinking a tactical retreat is in order,” Voxumo admitted. “We can fall back to the Jungle Region – doing so will gain us control over the Temple of Time, and the beasts commanded by the Mask of Control will be in their natural element. I will bolster your forces with the Skull Spiders and two of my own Skull Warriors.”

“Will it be enough?” Smoke Monster asked. “Terrorsaur will declare for Pulse, as Burnmad already has. What about FF?”

“Even if FF declares for Pulse, our army will outnumber theirs by two to one,” Voxumo told him. “The Skull Warriors are nigh-undefeatable unless Burnmad can burn them all, and each beast will be worth at least two Protectors. We have the better numbers and strength. Once we arrive in the Jungle Region, we will have an advantage on the field as well.”

“As you wish,” Smoke Monster said.

“I will journey back to the Jungle Region with you,” Voxumo said to him. “Remember your Masks of Elemental Power – the Masks of Jungle and Stone could prove to be of use.”

*-BURNMAD-*

“Fire and blood!” he yelled, his voice going hoarse.

“Fire and blood!” his forces chorused back.

Stabbing his sword through three different Skull Spiders, Burnmad spun in place as he heard Pulse cry out, to find two Skull Warriors advancing on him. The Fire Region Ruler concentrated, activating the Golden Mask of Fire – and before their eyes, one of the Skull Warriors went up in flames.

*Can’t keep it secret this time.*

He was distracted by a Skull Spider leaping onto his face and clawing at him; stumbling back, he smacked it away; it was immediately stomped on by a blue armored foot. He glanced up to see the grinning face of Terrorsaur.

“Having fun?” Terrorsaur asked.

Burnmad shrugged, stabbing another Skull Spider. “You’ve brought help?”

“Yep. Where’s Pulse? Dallior?”

“Dallior’s with Dragonstar somewhere last I checked,” Burnmad replied. “Pulse is over there – the Skull Warrior… or not?”

As a wall of white armored Protectors led by FF crashed into view, the Skull Warrior began to retreat. Drawing a bow, it began to fire arrows that froze Protectors in place.

“Burnmad! Burnmad!”

He turned to Imrukii, who was panting. “Yes?”

“You… need to… lay down your arms! Don’t… fight… Voxumo!”

Burnmad snorted. “Yeah, no. I’m happy with Pulse.”

Imrukii’s eyes narrowed a fraction before the Diplomat lunged at him – only to be swatted aside by Dragonstar, as he, Dallior, Pulse and FF joined them. Several other Protectors grabbed onto the Fire Diplomat, who struggled desperately to free himself, appearing mad.

“You’re a fool!” he cried, pointing a shaking finger at Burnmad. “You doom us all!”

Glancing around, Burnmad discovered that the Skull Warrior and Skull Spiders were beginning to fall back. Frowning, he turned his attention back to Imrukii.

“What should we do with him?” Terrorsaur asked.

“Spare him,” Pulse said. “Mercy can go a long way.”

“I dunno,” Burnmad said, doubtful. “I’m just about ready to stab him and be done with it. His lectures about worshiping Voxumo are starting to get a bit weary.”

“Where’s Jed?” Dallior asked, looking around. “I don’t see him.”

“Take thirty of my soldiers and Dragonstar,” Burnmad responded. “Find him.”

“Take thirty of mine as well,” FF added. “Just in case you run into Voxumo.”

“If you *do* find Voxumo, try to kill him,” Pulse muttered. “The sooner we’re rid of him, the better.”

Burnmad nodded. “I agree.”

*-WATER REGION-*

*-NATO-*

As they approached the border to the Jungle Region, Nato glanced at the four Ice Protectors that had accompanied him; each looked as nervous as he felt.

Taking the Mask of Creation had continued to be a no-go, but these four *had* offered to join him on his quest to the Temple of Time, after he had made it clear that he was supporting Pulse in his bid for the throne.

“So… what do we do?” one of them asked, eyes on him.

“We get inside,” Nato said, trying not to think about how poorly his last visit to the Jungle Region had gone. “No matter what it takes. The Temple of Time is ours.”

### Episode 7: The Missing

*(Originally posted June 23, 2016)*

*-JUNGLE REGION-*

*-NATO-*

The Temple of Time loomed above them, the pillar of light still shining up into the sky.

“Sir?” one of the guards asked.

“Let’s go,” Nato ordered. “Move in. Two of you will remain stationed at the entrance to keep an eye out; the rest of us will search the temple.”

*-EARTH REGION-*

*-JED-*

He reached the edge of the desolated region, sighing with relief at the sight of the coastline as the salty air blew across his face. Regretfully, he turned north – there was no time to rest. To the Stone Region he must go.

*-STONE REGION-*

*-ZATTH-*

With the Mask of Light and those he was able to gather, the acting Stone Ruler led the way back towards the Ancient City. A single Protector was left behind to search for the Mask of Stone, but the rest followed without issue.

With any luck, they could sneak through the Ancient City’s secret passages without being detected by the enemy….

*-ANCIENT CITY-*

*-BURNMAD-*

Despite his chained wrists and ankles (both the second pair placed on him after he broke the first), Imrukii still had to be restrained by several guards as Burnmad approached, hand on the pommel of his sword.

“You must kneel before the Mask Maker!” his Diplomat raved. “Show him the proper respect!”

“Don’t worry,” Burnmad assured him, stopping a foot away. “Once I get the chance, I will.”

“You… you will?” Imrukii asked, stilling.

Burnmad nodded. “The moment Pulse leaves his forge, I shall kneel before him. Of course, it won’t be necessary – the Fire Region’s loyalty to him is not in question.”

This set Imrukii off again, spittle flying from his mouth as he snarled, fighting against his guards to grab at Burnmad, who remained impassive out of his reach. Sighing, Burnmad glanced over his shoulder before returning his attention to his (definitely former) Diplomat. “If you’re quite finished, I’m prepared to offer you mercy.”

“Mercy?!” Imrukii screeched. “No! You betrayed Voxumo! He wanted peace! You should have helped him! Crush the Water Region! Crush Terrorsaur! Kill Nato! Kill Pulse! Kill the traitors!”

“Alright, I’ve heard enough,” Burnmad replied, unsheathing his sword. “We can’t afford to keep you in our camp, and we can’t afford to send you away. I, Burnmad, Lord and Ruler of the Fire Region, in the name of the Mask Maker Pulse, Ruler of Okoto, sentence you to die.”

Imrukii spat upon the stone. “Whatever. Ancient legends speak of Okoto's fall from power, and the Tyrants and Traitors who would bring it down, and their demises. Too bad I'm taking that info to my grave.”

Burnmad paused, a frown tugging at his lips. “You’ll have to try harder than that.”

“Just know that it speaks of these by nicknames. The Red-Painted Tyrant, The Stone-Hearted Fool, The Bill Breaker, The Stone-Basher, and The Cowardly Dark Snake. I hoped that it would never be true, but my fears have been realized. Oh well, the Tyrants and Traitors have written their own Demises in Stone. Or rather, Destined for such Dark Ends. Lacking Unity of all Six, and a Duty to follow. Only Dark-Destiny.”

The Ruler of the Fire Region nodded to the guards; they nodded, pushing the raving Imrukii down to his knees.

“Your false prophecy does not frighten me,” the Ruler of Fire declared. “It is you who have fallen to darkness, not I.”

He swung the sword; it swished through the air, slicing cleanly through Imrukii’s neck. The head of the former Diplomat fell to the ground with a splat.

Burnmad turned away, sheathing his sword. “Toss him over the walls, into the Stone Region. He does not deserve to burn.”

“Yes sir.”

*-PULSE-*

He hammered the steel, slowly molding the heated metal into the shape of a Mask of Stealth. Bit by bit, piece by piece, he progressed. It was hot, sweaty work, and his breath came in short gasps, eyes stinging from the smoke of the fire. His muscles burned, screaming with exhaustion, but he pushed himself on, beyond his limits.

It had been far too long since the last time he had forged a mask. Even longer since he had last crafted a Mask of Power.

“Pulse.”

He ignored the voice, continuing to hammer the Mask into shape. For several long moments he continued to work, before finally setting the completed Mask aside so that it could cool. He turned to the speaker – Terrorsaur.

“Yes?”

“Your grace,” the Water Region Ruler murmured, bowing his head. “Dallior and Dragonstar have returned. Jed is nowhere to be found.”

Pulse grunted, grabbing a rag and wiping the sweat off of his face. “They find anything else?”

“No sign of any enemies in the passageways they discovered, nor any artifacts of note.”

“There probably is. I doubt they know what they’re looking for, though.”

“Looking for?”

Pulse shook his head, waving his hand dismissively. “Don’t worry about it; even Voxumo might have missed things, though he had the advantage of time on his side. Sometimes… not often, but occasionally… it’s hard to describe. Not quite signs, but hints, that I’ll notice. Usually I don’t know what they’re even hinting at.”

Terrorsaur frowned. “Why?”

Pulse shrugged. “Why not? I am of the royal bloodline. Anyone can forge a mask, given enough practice. But only those with royal blood in their veins have ever crafted a Mask of Power. Perhaps once, long ago, our ancestors were something else entirely. What else do you need?”

“Some of the Protectors… well, they are nervous, I suppose,” Terrorsaur said. “They worry that you will fall in battle, and leave us without naming an heir.”

The True Heir nodded. “Very well. Go gather Dallior, Dragonstar, and FF. Bring them to me. You four shall be my heirs… if any of you can forge a Mask of Power.”

*-JUNGLE REGION-*

*-NATO-*

He was investigating a mysterious switch when both of the sentry guards appeared, with five Protectors of Fire behind them. They were panting.

“What’s going on?” he asked, straightening up.

“Commander Burnmad wants you to pull out,” one of the Fire Protectors said. “If it comes to blows, he plans to burn the entire Jungle Region to the ground.”

Nato’s eyes narrowed. “Is that a threat he can follow up on?”

One of them shrugged. “The Golden Mask of Fire was discovered by Burnmad himself after being lost for hundreds of years. Who knows?”

Sparing the switch one last glance, Nato shrugged before turning away from it and nodding towards the Protectors as he decided not to flip it.

“Give me a few hours first,” he said. “I want to finish scouting this place out, see if I can find anything of importance.”

*-SMOKE MONSTER-*

He stood beside Lord Voxumo as the Jungle Region forces made camp. Two Skull Warriors stood nearby, watching over the Mask Maker; the Skull Spiders scuttled about the camp, awaiting their next command.

The ground shook as a horde of beasts equal in size to the Jungle Region army approached them. Most of the beasts scattered through the camp as they arrived, but one – a large catlike creature – approached Smoke Monster and Voxumo directly. A green figure hopped off of it before it padded away.

“Hey there!” Tekulo said to them, grinning behind the Mask of Control. “Gosh, this *is* fun!”

“The Mask of Jungle?” Voxumo asked stiffly.

Tekulo shrugged. “No idea!”

The Mask Maker nodded sharply; the Skull Spiders began to split off, one half disappearing into the jungle and the other half scuttling towards the pillar of light in the distance.

“They will find the Temple of Time and the Mask of Jungle,” the Mask Maker told them. “Zatth should arrive with his forces by the time they return… and then, we shall be ready to fight.”

Tekulo grinned. “I’m lookin’ forward to it, your grace.”

*-ANCIENT CITY-*

*-PULSE-*

He watched as the mask shattered in Terrorsaur’s hands. The Water Ruler flinched, jumping back.

“I suppose not,” Pulse said softly, turning to the others. “Perhaps one of you three can craft a mask. Perhaps not. But we are running low on time. Dragonstar, what was Burnmad’s status?”

“He’s led several scouts to the edges of the Jungle Region,” the Fire Trader replied. “He sent one back recently; they said Burnmad believes that Voxumo might have re-forged the lower half of the Mask of Time. He says we cannot allow Voxumo to gain any allies in other regions, and he grows enamoured with burning the Jungle Region to the ground if they continue to fight for the usurper.”

“As do I,” Pulse replied, staring into the flames of the forge. “We have already failed to stop him from gathering allies; Zatth has vanished, and undoubtedly has already led his troops into the Jungle Region. Poisoning them was a mistake; a move made far too early, before we could gain their loyalty. Zatth might have been open to joining us, once, as well as Ghidora if he had lived.”

“I did not know,” Terrorsaur said quietly.

“I know,” Pulse murmured, shaking his head and sighing. “I do not want to burn the jungle away, but it might become necessary. With the Mask of Control, they could have any number of beasts now in their ranks; combined with the Stone Region, the Skull Spiders, and the Skull Warriors… they might have enough to take us on and win.”

“The messenger brought more news as well,” Dragonstar continued. “Burnmad is pulling his forces back to the Fire Region, and has sent the messenger on to the Jungle Region under a white flag to ask for their surrender.”

“Betrayal?” Terrorsaur asked.

“A precaution,” Pulse replied. “He must believe the Jungle Region has reason to take the Fire Region while it is undefended.”

“Right,” Terrorsaur drawled. “Because *that* makes sense. To give up their home advantage and let you use the Temple of Time to call down mythical heroes.”

“We’re not going to stop him now, since it’s already done,” Dallior said, stopping Terrorsaur before he could go further. “This does complicate things, though. It’ll take longer to march on the Jungle Region, and that’s assuming Burnmad hasn’t pulled his forces out for more… nefarious regions.”

Pulse remained silent, thinking it over.

*-JUNGLE REGION-*

*-VOXUMO-*

As they marched, his Skull Spiders returned with the Mask of Jungle. As he handed it to Smoke Monster, a horn blasted, signalling the arrival of Zatth and what remained of the Stone Region. The acting Ruler of Stone wore the Mask of Light as he approached them.

“The Mask of Stone?” Smoke Monster asked.

“I have someone searching for it,” the Stone Ruler replied. “This will have to do for now. Thank you for offering my region your home. We will be in your debt for years to come.”

Smoke Monster merely nodded as Voxumo focused elsewhere, seeing through the eyes of a Skull Spider through the Golden Mask of Skull Spiders that he wore. Above the Skull Spider, the Temple of Time loomed.

“Let us move,” he ordered. “The Temple of Time is ours for the taking. They have left it free to us.”

*-NATO-*

Hours later, Nato was in the depths of the Temple of Time when one of the Fire Protectors returned. Like before they were panting – but this time their eyes were wide and wild with fear.

“What’s happened?”

“They’ve found us,” the Fire Protector gasped. “Voxumo and his army. They’ve found us.”

Wordlessly, Nato followed him back to the entrance of the Temple (which they had, thankfully, managed to seal from the inside). Stepping onto the parapet, he could see hundreds of Protectors from Jungle and Stone, as well as countless Skull Spiders and beasts – and right up in front, standing on either side of Voxumo, two Skull Warriors.

“Well,” Nato muttered, mind spinning. “*F-”*

### Episode 8: Time

*(Originally posted June 27, 2016)*

*-JUNGLE REGION-*

*-NATO-*

Five Fire Protectors.

Four other Ice Protectors.

And of course, himself.

*Ten Protectors to defend this place from an army,*he thought to himself, silently thanking any god that might be listening that they had managed to block the main entrance to the Temple of Time.

With nothing better to do, he returned to the switch next to the beacon and pulled it; the beacon flickered before going out.

*Son of a b-*

“Sir?”

“Yes?” He turned to the others, blinking as his eyes adjusted.

“What are your orders?” one of the Fire Protectors asked.

“We find a way out of here,” Nato said, thinking quickly. “The Fire Region is closest – I can see the smoke on the horizon. Search for an exit, and failing that, see if you can’t find something that we can use to defend ourselves.”

The Protectors nodded before scattering to search the Temple. Pausing to sigh, Nato joined them.

*-SMOKE MONSTER-*

He was entering his tent with Tekulo when the beacon flickered and vanished. Before he could send for Lord Voxumo, a Protector in red armor was led to him by several guards; he was carrying a white flag. Tekulo stepped forward and grabbed the flag, glaring at the Fire Protector as he tossed it into the dirt.

“What is this?” Smoke Monster asked.

“Found him skulking about. Says his leader sent him.”

“I have an important message from Commander Burnmad,” the Fire Protector said, eyes locked on the tattered white flag.

“Very well,” Smoke Monster replied, turning to one of the guards. “Find Zatth and Voxumo-”

“No,” the Fire Protector interrupted. “This message is for you and Tekulo only. Commander’s orders.”

Resisting the urge to sigh, Smoke Monster nodded; as the Fire Protector was led into his tent, he pulled one of the guards aside and quietly said, “find the Skull Warrior with the Mask of Truth. See if you can’t get it to come on over, or at least lend us its mask.”

Unfortunately for him, the Fire Protector heard it. “I ain’t talkin’ if you’re gonna force me like that!”

The guards unceremoniously shoved the Fire Protector into Smoke Monster’s tent as Tekulo leaned in. “I can grab the Mask of Truth if you’d like?”

“I’m not sure,” Smoke Monster said slowly. “He seems to be on edge. It’ll be hard to get him to believe us as it is.”

Tekulo shrugged. “I could always kill him. But I suppose we should listen to him first, before I feed him to the beasts.”

They stepped inside, sitting across from the Fire Protector and continuing to whisper to each other for several minutes before the Fire Protector cleared his throat, looking frustrated.

“Fine. Speak,” Tekulo told them.

“The Ruler of the Fire Region, Commander Burnmad, offers you the chance to surrender your forces directly to his. In doing so, he will spare the lives of you and your men, and the Jungle Region will be assimilated into the Fire Region, as penance for supporting the Usurper's false claim to the throne. This is the only offer of peace he shall make to you; should you refuse it, he will burn you and your region to the ground until not even the ashes remain.”

There was silence for a long moment before Tekulo turned to Smoke Monster and asked, “so… you’re letting me kill this guy, right?”

Shooting Tekulo a look, Smoke Monster responded, “we shall have to deliberate on this. I will give you an answer within a day.”

“Nah, I need a decision now,” the Fire Protector replied, leaning back. “If I don’t return to the Commander soon, he’s gonna assume I’m dead or worse, and start burning your region to the ground anyway.”

“…well, that complicates things,” Tekulo muttered.

*-ANCIENT CITY/STONE BORDER-*

*-PULSE-*

He stood at the edge of the Ancient City with Dragonstar and Dallior, having bid Terrorsaur and FF good luck on their venture to the Water Region already.

“Dragonstar, you have the forces in the Ancient City for now,” he said. “Try not to burn it to the ground while we’re gone.”

The Fire Protector nodded; Pulse turned to Dallior.

“I’m giving you the Mask of Time. The Earth Region should be the safest place on the island right now. See if you can find the Mask of Earth while you’re there – and keep an eye out for Jed, too.”

“I will.”

“Hopefully, I shall return soon,” Pulse told them, as he turned away. “Good luck.”

He spent the next several hours in silence as he wandered the Stone Region, which had now become just as eerily silent as the Earth Region to the south. Using the Mask of Stealth, he snuck past a lone Stone Protector that appeared to be upset about losing something, worrying over Zatth finding out.

He sped up, passing the Stone Protector until they were nothing but a speck in the distance – and that was when he found him. Deactivating the Mask of Stealth, he called, “Jed?”

The Water Protector turned towards him. “Pulse?”

“Where have you been?” Pulse asked, stepping closer. “You disappeared in the middle of the trial, and nobody has seen you since. I came across a Stone Protector that sounded upset about a thief…”

Jed grinned. “I got out of the Ancient City as fast as I could, fearing the worst when the Skull Spiders and Skull Warriors began to attack you; for whatever reason, Voxumo seemed to forget all about me. So I ran to the Earth Region, and began traveling north, hoping to work my way around to the Water Region. I feared the worst. As for that Stone Protector you found…”

As he trailed off, Jed rummaged in his pack and pulled out a gleaming mask – the Mask of Stone.

“...I may have taken this from him, if only to keep it away from the Usurper’s loyalists.”

“That’s… that’s good,” Pulse replied. “It’ll help us in the battle to come, which is good – we’re rapidly running out of time.”

“You can have it,” Jed said, tossing the Mask of Stone to him. “Where are you headed? I’ll follow you – it’s that or continue wandering. You can explain everything to me on the way there.”

“We head to the Fire Region through the Ancient City,” Pulse decided aloud, after mulling it over. “Let’s go – there’s much to discuss.”

*-JUNGLE REGION-*

*-VOXUMO-*

His first move was to hand the Hammer of Ekimu to the Skull Warrior wearing the Mask of Strength. Activating the mask, it swung with all of its force at the Temple of Time’s entrance – but nothing happened.

It swung at the wall, but nothing happened.

After three more attempts, Voxumo wearily recalled it, sending what was left of the Skull Spider horde (half of it had been sent to the Water Region to take the Mask of Water) to find a way inside. He watched for half an hour as they repeatedly tried and failed to get inside; the Temple was in strangely immaculate condition, and none of the Skull Spiders could find enough grip to climb.

It was, for lack of any better words, seemingly impenetrable.

As he pulled the Skull Spiders back, his attention was drawn to the parapet of the Temple, where a single Protector of Ice now stood, a shield in one hand. Next to Voxumo, the Skull Warrior silently took aim with its bow.

The Ice Protector up above pointed down at the Skull Warrior. “And that is *exactly* why I brought a shield with me.”

“One can never be too prepared,” Voxumo replied, scowling. “You must be Nato.”

“At your service,” the Ice Protector drawled, mockingly saluting him. “First of all Voxumo, I'd just like to express how much of a pleasure it is to finally be speaking to you face-to-face. I’ve been hoping for an opportunity like this.”

“I'm in no mood for small talk Nato. What is it you wish to speak about?”

“Small talk is exactly what I had in mind, to be honest,” Nato responded, shrugging. “After all this time spent opposing each other, dueling from a distance through the actions of others, I couldn't waste this opportunity to speak to you, on equal terms, before things get... messy.”

“You are wasting my time, and I shall not have any of it. You and your allies sealed your fate. Those who lead the rebellion shall be held accountable, the regions as a whole shall not,” Voxumo declared. “Unless you have anything of note, any reason why we should spare you, then the breach shall continue.”

Before Nato could get another word out, the Skull Spider fired an arrow; Nato threw up the shield in time to block it before vanishing out of sight.

“A coward, too,” Voxumo mused, nodding to himself. “Of course.”

*-NATO-*

“What have you found?” he asked, joining the other nine Protectors in the depths of the Temple, still stinging from the Usurper’s refusal to even *think* about speaking cordially with him.

One of the Ice Protectors waved his hand towards a large machine across the room. “*That*.”

“It’s deactivated right now, but we did find what we believe to be an activator switch…” one of the Fire Protectors added. “What should we do?”

“Well, I ignored the last lever and it brought Voxumo to our front door,” Nato replied. “I’m not making that mistake again. Pull it.”

The Fire Protector pulled the lever, the machine shuddered, glowing as it came to life; a second later, the Temple itself followed suit, strange glyphs and symbols glowing blue on the walls as the Temple shuddered violently before falling still. The ten Protectors stood in silence for a long moment, staring at the machine, before Nato finally spoke again.

“I’m… going to go back up to the parapet and check on things.”

What he found was disturbing. The outside world seemed to warp and shift before his eyes; no sounds could be heard from the army camped below. An arrow fired at him by the Skull Warrior shattered as it approached the Temple, as did a Skull Spider that strayed too close down below.

Even then, however, nothing could have prepared him for the world around the Temple suddenly vanishing entirely.

It was grey as far as the eye could see. Okoto was no more.

*-WATER REGION-*

*-FF-*

“So we’re in agreement?” Terrorsaur asked him, gripping the Mask of Water tightly as they watched the Skull Spiders retreat back into the Jungle Region.

He nodded. “Yes. Thank you for re-establishing trade.”

“Thank you for helping me to find this,” Terrorsaur replied, gesturing to the Mask of Water. “Better us than the Usurper.”

“Indeed. What now?”

Terrorsaur shrugged. “I want to hide this so that Voxumo can’t use it, but… I’m not sure where.”

“The Ice Region, perhaps,” FF suggested. “I’d like to head there anyway – grab the rest of my guards and the Mask of Creation, and the Mask of Ice if it can be found.”

Terrorsaur blasted some of the Skull Spiders with water before turning back to him. “That might work.”

They were interrupted by the arrival of several Fire Protectors; one of them stepped forward. “We come with a warning from Commander Burnmad. He plans to begin burning the Jungle Region along its border with the Water Region and Ancient City first.”

FF shared a glance with Terrorsaur, who responded, “very well. I’ll tell my troops to… avoid the giant fire outside of our region, I guess?”

“Be fair,” FF replied. “Better of him to warn you than not.”

Terrorsaur shrugged. “I suppose so.”

“Now, as I was saying before,” FF said, “to the Ice Region?”

*-ICE REGION-*

*-TOAD-*

Over in the Ice Region, ToaD coughed up blood as he tried to crawl away from the vault, cursing his stupidity.

Why he had thought that the Mask of Creation would have been left unguarded was beyond him. Why he had still thought it a good idea to continue with the plan to steal it was another question entirely.

He collapsed, blood pooling under him as the energy he had left faded away. Behind him, the guards shifted in place, ready to stab him again – but it was not necessary. The Council Member of Ice was already dead.

*-JUNGLE REGION-*

*-SMOKE MONSTER-*

After a long moment of silence – indeed, nearly an hour – Smoke Monster finally spoke again, meeting the eyes of Burnmad’s messenger with resignation.

“No,” Tekulo muttered, shaking his head. “Don’t do it. Don’t say it.”

Smoke Monster ignored him, focusing on the Fire Protector. “Very well. I will accept Burnmad’s… offer.”

The Fire Protector nodded, standing to his feet. “This has taken much longer than expected – I would ask you to travel with me in person to deliver the news. It is likely that he has already started the burning and believes me dead. We might still have time to stop the fires from being spread, before he uses the Mask of Fire – and hearing it from you will assure him that you are serious, and prompt him to halt the process quickly.”

*-ANCIENT CITY/JUNGLE BORDER-*

*-BURNMAD-*

“Commander? He still has not returned. What should we do?”

Burnmad turned to the Protector, emotionless. “Start the burn.”

The Protector nodded. “As you command, sir.”

*-?-*

*-NATO-*

The world was clear once more; the Temple of Time had reappeared in the same location, and yet something was… off.

He heard – and felt – the entrance to the Temple re-opening below him. Down below, he saw two golden figures standing at the head of an army that seemed to stretch into the jungle as far as his eyes could see, consisting of warriors from… all six regions?

*Not possible.*

And yet there they were – Protectors of Earth gathered with Protectors of Fire; Protectors of Water side by side with Protectors of Stone.

At their head, two figures in golden armor – one blue, one purple.

The one in purple wore what Nato knew to be the Mask of Control.

The one in blue wore the familiar Mask of Creation… and carried the very same hammer that Nato knew Voxumo the Usurper now held.

*Have I…?*

“Sir? What should we do?”

He turned towards the nine Protectors that had fallen under his command. “Stay here. I will go out to speak with their leaders alone. If I die… pull the switch again, and save yourselves.”

The silence itself was almost deafening as he exited the Temple.

Both of the golden armored figures strode forward, meeting him halfway. He stared at them in silence; they stared back.

It was the blue one, with the Mask of Creation, who broke it. “Greetings, traveler. We are the last of the Mask Makers. This is my brother Makuta – and I am Ekimu. Welcome.”

*I have.*

### Episode 9: You Win or You Die

*(Originally posted July 2, 2016)*

*-ANCIENT CITY-*

*-JED-*

He and Pulse arrived back at the Ancient City without trouble, reuniting with Dallior at the border. They were disappointed to learn that the Earth Protector had been unable to find his region’s Mask of Power, but Pulse seemed confident that it would not impact their chances at victory – and that was more than enough for Jed.

“I want you to go to the Ice Region,” Pulse was saying to Dallior. “Find FF and Terrorsaur, meet up with them. Return with them once they have completed their task.”

“The Mask of Time?”

“Keep it with you,” the Heir decided. “If I fall while you are gone, it cannot fall into Voxumo’s grasp.”

Dallior nodded sharply, as Jed watched them both in silence. The Earth Protector shook hands with Pulse before clapping Jed on the shoulder and making his way towards the Ice Region in the distance. Once he was out of sight, Jed finally spoke.

“What’s the plan?”

“Find Burnmad,” Pulse ordered. “Voxumo will march soon. We all need to be prepared.”

“As you command, your grace.” Jed bowed his head, before turning to go.

Time to find Burnmad.

*-JUNGLE REGION-*

*-SMOKE MONSTER-*

He and Tekulo had just finished packing everything from his tent away when the Skull Warrior arrived, not sparing the Fire Protector with them a second glance as it spoke.

“Voxumo marches on the Ancient City.”

Smoke Monster nodded. “We will join him.”

Seeming satisfied with that response, the Skull Warrior left; once it was gone, the Fire Protector spoke. “It will tell Voxumo that I am here. We’ll need to act quickly.”

“Perhaps if we pretend you are our prisoner and march with him,” Tekulo mused. “We can march right up to the Ancient City with him, and then stab him in the back.”

“No,” Smoke Monster said quietly, as he fixed the Mask of Jungle onto his face.

“No?” Tekulo asked, sounding confused. “Do you have… a better idea?”

“We will not betray Voxumo,” Smoke Monster declared, smirking at the Fire Protector. “We have the numbers on our side, you fool.”

The Fire Protector opened his mouth to speak as vines surged up from the ground, wrapping around his ankles. As they slid his body, binding it despite his struggling, Smoke Monster continued: “did you really believe Voxumo would not know that you were here? The Skull Warrior was merely a signal. He requires nothing more from you – nor do I.”

“I came here under a white flag,” the Fire Protector croaked, now unable to move. “You would slay a guest who came to treat with you in peace?”

“You are a traitor to the realm,” Smoke Monster murmured in response. “A criminal – and I sentence you to die.”

He watched as the vines wrapped around the Fire Protector’s throat, watched as they tightened, squeezing the life out of the Fire Protector, until his eyes finally went blank, and his body slumped. Slowly, silently, the vines slid away, leaving the Fire Protector to slump to the ground, eyes staring up at the sky, unseeing.

It was Tekulo who broke the silence. “That… that was cold.”

Smoke Monster smirked again. “Send out the order. We march on the Ancient City with Voxumo.”

*-ICE REGION-*

*-FF-*

“The Mask of Creation,” Terrorsaur said, standing beside him and looking at the corpse of ToaD strewn on the floor nearby with distaste. “Think we can work it?”

FF shook his head. “I doubt it. The entire reason it was given to us to safeguard was because even those of the Mask Maker’s bloodline were no longer able to activate it. From the tales I have heard, it is almost as if the Mask of Creation will not allow itself to be used; as though it waits for something.”

“Waits for what?”

FF shrugged. “Probably more a ‘who’, but even still, I would not know.”

They both turned at the sound of footsteps, breathing identical sighs of relief when they recognized Dallior. The Water – no, Earth – Protector eyed the Masks of Water and Creation with a satisfied look in his eyes.

“News?” Terrorsaur asked.

Dallior shook his head. “Not yet. I was simply sent to try and have you return as soon as possible. Pulse suspects an attack will be made soon.”

“It would not be wise for Voxumo to wait too long,” FF said, nodding. “The Mask Maker must hold the Ancient City. Go on ahead, Terrorsaur, and take my remaining guards with you. I will search for the Mask of Ice, lost though it might be, and return to you soon – with or without it.”

Terrorsaur nodded. “See you soon, then.”

*-ANCIENT CITY-*

*-JED-*

The sight of the jungle burning was one to behold – a mesmerising act of sheer destruction. He found Burnmad watching over it, a grim expression on the Fire Ruler’s face.

“Commander Burnmad.”

The Ruler of the Fire Region turned to him and inclined his head. “You have a message?”

“Pulse expects an attack soon, despite your strategy.”

Burnmad pointed down at the jungle. “I know.”

Stepping up beside him, Jed grimaced at the sight of the armies marching towards them. He stepped back. “I… need to warn Pulse.”

“Do so.”

He found Pulse in the forge with Dragonstar, as well as the newly returned Dallior and Terrorsaur. A part of him reflected that the Water Region was, so far, the only region not to have suffered any significant loss of life in this most recent conflict. The rest of him was occupied with warning them of the incumbent attack.

“Voxumo marches on us from the Jungle Region,” he said. “The armies of Jungle and Stone still march with him, your grace.

Pulse sighed, setting aside his tools and the half-finished Mask he was working on. “My Mask of Disruption will have to wait, then. Gather the forces, organize them, and then meet back with me by the border. If they get through Burnmad’s fire, it’s either the bridge or the secret passageways. We need to stop them before that.”

The others all nodded, scattering off to do as they were commanded – but before Jed could go, the Mask Maker grabbed his shoulder, holding him in place and turning him back around so that he was looking into Pulse’s eyes.

“Jed,” Pulse said, so quietly that he had to strain in order to hear. “I am giving you the most important – and the most *dangerous* – task of all.”

“I will do as you command, your grace,” Jed promised.

“Take this, and use it well,” Pulse replied, pressing the Mask of Stealth into Jed’s hands.

“What am I to do with it?” Jed asked.

“Sneak into the enemy camp,” Pulse ordered. “Kill the usurper.”

*-?-*

*-NATO-*

For several months, he had lived in the past – roughly 300 years, although the exact span of time wasn’t certain (if he was completely honest with himself, neither was the whole ‘300 years’ bit). He had trained in the forge under the tutelage of the Mask Maker Ekimu, one of the last of his kind, while the Temple of Time was guarded and held in place by Ekimu’s brother Makuta.

As for the nine Protectors that had travelled with him through time… they had become an honor guard of sorts, helping to keep Nato, Ekimu, and Makuta all safe from harm.

Nearing the completion of his final project before moving onto Masks of Power, Nato finally asked the question that had been bugging him since he had arrived, so many weeks ago.

“Why was there an army waiting for me?” he asked, pausing in his work. “When I first arrived with the Temple.”

The Mask Maker also halted, wiping sweat off his brow and glancing over at the Mask of Creation, which was sitting on a small table nearby. “You understand that the Temple… it is not just a temple *of* time; it is… almost a manifestation of *time itself*. Never quite existing in just one place, but rather at many points in time. Precisely *how* it functions… that I do not know, nor do I believe anyone ever will, for who could hope to understand time itself? For you, your journey here was one of seconds – but for us, the Temple was slowly reappearing for months, and we thought it best to be prepared, just in case.”

*Hm… interesting.*

Nato nodded along. “A few other things have been on my mind as well - do the Skull Spiders and Warriors exist in this time? What do you know about the Prophecy of Heroes, and the Toa?”

Ekimu grunted. “Skull Spiders are a rarity. The Lord of Skull Spiders is their leader, and they live underneath the Jungle Region, as far as we can tell. Skull Warriors, though… they are of a dark magic. They seek to destroy Okoto and the six tribes, have done so since before even the first Mask Makers came into their power. But a Skull Warrior has not been sighted for many a year – the last records of any walking the surface of Okoto place them about 600 years ago now, I believe.”

“And the Toa?”

“A well-known legend, and the Prophecy of Heroes as well,” Ekimu replied, turning to him and appearing worried. “I witnessed the six Toa in a vision while using the Mask of Time at the Temple – but why these questions, Nato? Where did you come to hear about Toa and Skull Warriors?”

The Ice Protector hesitated for a second before replying, “the Usurper, he has both Skull Spiders and Warriors serving him. My allies hope to defeat him with the help of the Toa. The Skull Warriors… you say they seek the destruction of Okoto. How would they have come to serve the line of the Mask Makers? In my time, it has been that way for generations.”

Ekimu sighed. “The Skull Spiders, they are not inherently evil. The danger with them comes with the Golden Mask of Skull Spiders, which could be misused to turn them into an army – and the horde numbers in the thousands if not more.

“As for the Skull Warriors… I do not know. But from what you have shared of your time, I fear that Okoto has fallen far from what it once was, and is slowly collapsing into chaos. There are any number of possible explanations for how they came to serve the Mask Makers, but their influence has certainly caused the island serious – and possibly permanent – harm.”

“Know any tried and true methods of vanquishing them? Aside from the Mask of Fire, we’re a little short.”

At this, Ekimu eyed him for a long moment before turning toward a drawer that Nato had never seen the Mask Maker open before. Opening the drawer, Ekimu pulled out several clearly discarded projects, each of them bearing a resemblance to the Mask of Light. “These are my attempts to develop a perfect counter for them, but I’m growing increasingly uncertain of my ability to succeed. The better each of my attempts comes out, the less their powers deal with counteracting the dark nature of the Skull Warriors.”

“Why put so much effort into crafting a weapon against an enemy that hasn’t been seen in centuries?” Nato asked, confused.

Ekimu shrugged. “It began as a project to construct a Mask of Light, but when I was gathering materials underneath the Earth Region, I found carvings warning of a prophesied 'fall' involving what appeared to be a Skull Warrior of some sort. Most of the carvings were so old that they were unintelligible, but even still… as a guardian of Okoto, my duty is clear.”

*Fair enough,*Nato thought, returning to his project. *I guess even Mask Makers need hobbies.*

*-ANCIENT CITY/JUNGLE BORDER-*

*-VOXUMO-*

He stood with Smoke Monster, Tekulo, and Zatth, watching the jungle burn before them. After a long moment of silence, Zatth was the one to speak first.

“What do we do?”

“Split into your camps, see if you can think of anything to help,” Voxumo commanded. “I will do the same.”

“Yes sir,” Zatth replied, turning and leaving.

Smoke Monster turned to him. “Burnmad’s Protector is dead.”

Voxumo grunted his approval. “Go now. Let us not delay any longer.”

“As you wish.”

The two Jungle Protectors had barely reached their army when six massive spikes of stone rained down on them all. Both of the Skull Warriors, standing on either side, protected Voxumo from the stray fragments that might have otherwise harmed him; but when the dust cleared, he found that all of the spikes had missed their mark.

*Heh. Someone clearly is not familiar with the Mask of Stone.*

*-PULSE-*

“Right,” he said slowly, resisting the urge to cringe as he glanced back at the others. “So… I’m clearly not familiar with the Mask of Stone.”

“Familiar is one thing,” Terrorsaur muttered, shaking his head. “That was *abysmal*. You missed. Six times. With *giant rocks*.”

Scowling, Pulse turned to Burnmad. “Use the Mask of Fire – I have one more go in me, I think. Merge your attack with mine.”

The Ruler of the Fire Region nodded; Pulse turned his focus back on Voxumo, fueling his hatred for the Usurper into the attack as six more spikes appeared in the sky over the enemy forces.

“Now!” he yelled.

Burnmad’s fire wrapped around one of the spikes as all six plunged down. Two missed their mark once more, shattering harmlessly among the trees; however, the other four hit right on target. Pulse watched as Jungle Protectors, Skull Spiders and Stone Protectors alike were all crushed under the rock. One of the spikes landed close to Voxumo, throwing the Usurper off of his feet and into the flaming bushes nearby; even in the Ancient City he could hear the Usurper’s pained yell as he stumbled out of the flames, his left side now disfigured with horrible burns – burns matched by the blatant scorch marks on both of the Skull Warriors.

Behind Pulse, a cheer went up from the gathered Ice and Water Protectors.

*-JED-*

Jed flinched as a large piece of stone embedded itself in a tree where his head had been located only a second before.

While the attack had nearly been lethal to him, it *had* enabled him to infiltrate the ranks of the enemy more easily than he had anticipated. So far, so good….

*-?-*

*-NATO-*

He grimly sent up a mental prayer to Rollor for good fortune as he put the finishing touches on the mask – his second attempt to craft a Mask of Speed.

“Perfect construction as usual,” Ekimu said, observing from across the forge.

“It’s not the construction I’m worried about,” Nato muttered, carefully setting the finished mask down so that it could cool. “It’s what comes after.”

“You may simply lack the proper bloodline,” the Mask Maker replied, shrugging helplessly. “If that is the case….”

“No,” Nato said firmly, shaking his head. “I *know* that I can do this.”

After the timer went off with a *ding!* Nato slowly lifted the Mask of Speed and placed it on his face. As he did so, he felt a burst of energy rush through him, and he whooped with triumph, laughing as he waved to Ekimu, his hand moving so fast it was nothing more than a blur.

“Excellent work,” Ekimu told him, chuckling. “It appears that you have the blood of the Mask Makers in you after all. Just be careful; without practice, using Masks of Power can be somewhat difficult-”

Basking in his triumph, Nato did not listen as he activated the Mask of Speed and ran towards the door – only to mis-judge and slam face first into the wall. He sprawled back onto the floor, groaning. The smiling face of Ekimu appeared over him.

“Like I said, be careful. You have made a Mask of Power – but the Mask of Speed in particular will require practice.”

*-ANCIENT CITY/JUNGLE BORDER-*

*-VOXUMO-*

“Smoke Monster – use the Mask of Jungle, begin clearing the path towards the secret passageways,” Voxumo ordered.

The acting Jungle Ruler hesitated. “The fire-”

“Do not worry about the fire,” Voxumo told him. “Once we are inside, we can deal with the fire. Clear the path.”

“Yes sir.”

Returning to his Skull Warriors, Voxumo nodded to them. “You know what to do.”

The Skull Warrior wearing the Mask of Truth, wielding the Hammer of Ekimu, began to hammer at the burning trees, shattering them on impact. The Skull Warrior wearing the Mask of Strength slowly approached three of the largest burning trees – and one by one, ripped them each out of the ground before turning to Voxumo, who nodded.

The Skull Warrior threw the trees up into the Ancient City, and the crunch of Protectors being crushed under the massive trees echoed into the sky.

*-JED-*

He watched the Usurper from behind, the one whom he had served for many years as Council Member for the Water Region, pretending that he was oblivious to anything that they might be plotting against the Usurper. He watched as the Skull Warriors ripped trees from the earth and hammered them into splinters, protected from the flames by the enslaved Skull Spiders.

He admired the hideous, disfiguring burns on Voxumo’s left side, still fresh and black.

Admittedly, the fact that Voxumo was not lying on the ground screaming from pain was more than admirable – it was fearsome. For all the insults that had been handed to the Usurper, he could certainly take punishment.

But Jed could not delay in his duty. He would not be given a better opportunity – the Skull Warriors were occupied, the Skull Spiders out of the way, the other Protectors busy, Voxumo even turned facing away.

Sending a prayer up to Rollor, Jed crept closer, nervously stepping in the middle of the flames, sweating from the searing heat and struggling to breathe in the smoky air.

Voxumo was an arm’s reach away.

The time was now.

Jed, still masked by the Mask of Stealth he wore, moved in for the kill.

Viciously, he wrapped his right arm around Voxumo’s neck and squeezed as hard as he could, covering the Usurper’s mouth with his left hand. His muscles screamed with the exertion as he threw all of his strength and more into suffocating the life out of the Fire Protector even as he himself fought against the urge to cough from the smoke.

Voxumo struggled in his grip, grabbing at his arm with twitching, panicking hands that scrabbled for a solid grip but could find none on Jed’s grimy armor. Voxumo kicked out with his legs, causing Jed to stumble back towards the fire – but the Water Protector managed to stagger back into a standing position at the last second, still never loosening his grip on the Usurper’s neck.

He could feel Voxumo choking, feel him struggling for air and finding nothing, could see the Usurper’s eyes bulging as he squeezed and squeezed and squeezed and squeezed, as Voxumo’s hands slowed down, their attempts to rip him away weaker and weaker until they rested, twitching, and still he squeezed harder and harder and harder, crushing and crushing and crushing-

-until Voxumo went limp in his grip, bloodshot eyes wide and unseeing. Slowly, trembling with adrenaline and exhaustion, Jed released the Usurper, allowing Voxumo to topple to the dirt, gazing up at nothing at all.

### Episode 10: Lost

*(Originally posted July 17, 2016)*

*-JUNGLE REGION-*

*-JED-*

The Skull Warriors were staring at him.

*Kingslayer*, they seemed to whisper, their red eyes gleaming pinpricks of light inside their sockets. *Kingslayer.*

He was unable to repress the shudder.

Still struggling to breathe in the smoky air, he leaned down and ripped the Golden Mask of Skull Spiders off of Voxumo’s face. He briefly contemplated putting it on, before determining that his current position was still precarious at best – the less attention he drew to himself, the better.

Both of the Skull Warriors followed him as he snuck back towards the Ancient City, carrying the corpse of Voxumo the Usurper between them. Uncertain regarding their motives, Jed tried to ignore the fact that they were present at all.

Sometimes it was easier that way.

*-ANCIENT CITY-*

*-DALLIOR-*

He was standing next to Pulse when the Mask of Time shuddered in his grip. As he glanced down at the golden mask, he could have sworn that he heard it hum; however, a quick glance around told him that nobody else had heard the sound. Even Pulse, right next to him, seemed to be entirely unaware of it.

When his gaze lifted back to the Jungle Region, he recognized the faint, glimmering outline of the beacon that had lit the sky to indicate the Temple of Time. Again, the rest were oblivious; it seemed that only he could see it.

He backed away slowly, not wanting to disturb Pulse or the others. When none noticed, he swiftly turned and raced away towards the jungle, passing Jed and the Skull Warriors without sparing them a second glance. The instant his feet touched the edge of the region, he felt the Mask of Time vibrating more harshly in his hands, almost pulling itself towards him.

*Does it… want me to put it on?*

With one trembling hand, Dallior removed his mask – and immediately stumbled back as the Mask of Time fixed itself to his face in its place. Before he had even fully realized what was happening he was already staggering deeper into the jungle, pulled along by the Mask of Time. He could hear torches burning and the clashes of swords on bones, the cries of Protectors fighting in battle. Despite the warmth of the Jungle Region, he felt the chill that reached his bones.

Fighting against the urge to take the Mask of Time off, Dallior leaned on a tree for support as the world began to shift and turn around him. In the back of his head he could feel a presence calling to him, pulling towards him and latching on; he felt energy draining from his body as a swirling vortex of crackling blue energy spiralled into existence in front of him, and several incomprehensible shapes began to appear.

*-JUNGLE REGION-*

*-SMOKE MONSTER-*

With the path into the Ancient City clear, Smoke Monster searched for Voxumo, to let the Mask Maker know that they could proceed.

What he found instead was the two Skull Warriors picking up a heavily burned corpse, and beginning to carry it across the bridge into the Ancient City… accompanied by a Protector of Water.

*No,*he thought, grief and fury flooding through him. *No, no, no!*

*-ANCIENT CITY-*

*-PULSE-*

Upon Jed’s return, Pulse had sent the Skull Warriors to prepare Voxumo for burial before looking for Dallior – only to find himself unable to find the Protector of Earth. The Mask of Time had vanished with him, and Pulse’s worry was growing; unfortunately, he could not afford to worry about Dallior at this point in time. Having Jed send out the Skull Spiders to search for the missing Ruler of Earth, Pulse set his mind to other matters.

“Burnmad,” he said, turning to the Ruler of Fire as the two Skull Warriors returned. “I’m sending you to lead a delegation to meet with Zatth and Smoke Monster. You’ll offer them our terms, and hopefully we can continue on to peaceful negotiations here in the city.”

“Very well,” Burnmad replied, speaking softly. “May I ask what the terms I shall be presenting are?”

Pulse handed him a missive. “It’s all listed here.”

“Very well. Who shall accompany me?”

“The Skull Warrior with the Mask of Truth,” Pulse replied, as that very Skull Warrior reappeared. “It will be able to sense if they lie – and if necessary, force the truth out of them. I dislike using it, but the situation is too dangerous to leave up to trust and chance right now.”

Burnmad nodded, looking satisfied. “Very well. I shall go now.”

As Burnmad left, Pulse turned to Terrorsaur and FF. “The negotiations will be held here in the Ancient City – I invite both of you to attend with the other leaders, so that we can all sit down and talk this out. If Dallior can be found, he too shall be there.”

“I would be willing to come,” FF told him. “My region has suffered very little in this conflict, and I would be willing to spare additional guards and workers if necessary.”

Nodding gratefully, Pulse moved onto his next worry. “Do either of you know the location of Nato?”

They both shook their heads.

“You’d think a trickster like Nato wouldn’t miss the death of the Usurper,” Pulse murmured, “especially given to how opposed he was to Voxumo’s rule. Terrorsaur, you know him best – where do you think he is?”

The Ruler of the Water Region shifted uncomfortably. “If I know him, he would want to be right at the center of the action. He may have headed for the Temple of Time; that would explain why the beacon disappeared. You saw it fade out?”

“Alright,” Pulse said, pausing to gather his thoughts before continuing, “here is my plan, then. Once we have found Dallior, we will use the Mask of Time to summon the Temple back to its proper location. I want to summon the heroes of legend, and that can only be done if we have the Temple of Time.”

Terrorsaur snapped his fingers and turned to Jed. “That reminds me – Jed, I have an apology to make. I’ve been secretive and apathetic towards you for many years, believing that you were more loyal to Voxumo than you were to the rightful Heir. For that, I am sincerely sorry – and I would like for you to keep the Golden Mask of Skull Spiders in your possession as my thanks.”

Jed did not reply beyond a nod, still concentrated on searching all over the island through the Skull Spiders.

Drawing the attention back to himself, Pulse spoke once more. “There is also the matter of the Masks of Ice and Earth. Neither of them could be found; somehow they have disappeared.”

FF shrugged. “I only became the leader of my region very recently, and the old Ruler did not share much with me out of spite. It is possible that I simply did not know where to look – and the Earth Region has been abandoned for twenty years. I would not question why the Mask of Earth could not be found; I would question why the Mask of Time *was*.”

*-JUNGLE REGION-*

*-BURNMAD-*

Pulse had asked him to visit the enemy with only a Skull Warrior and two Protectors of Fire for company.

Burnmad would not be so foolish – he still had not heard back from the messenger he had sent to Smoke Monster, and he very much intended on learning the details of their fate… and what had become of them would very much influence his plans for the Jungle Region.

He sent several Protectors to begin putting out the smaller fires nearby upon their arrival, but left the larger ones to burn. Joined by fifty guards and a Skull Warrior, he knew that he made for an imposing sight – and as such, was not surprised when Smoke Monster, Zatth, and Tekulo all met him under guard of many beasts still controlled by Tekulo.

“I bring terms from the Mask Maker Pulse,” Burnmad told them. “He offers to meet with Zatth, Smoke Monster, and the other Rulers in the Ancient City to settle on a more formal arrangement, but this is the message he has given to me.”

He pulled out the missive and began to read off of it. “Terrorsaur is willing to put out the fires in the Jungle Region in exchange for amnesty from his crimes against both Jungle and Stone. He requests that the population and armies of both Jungle and Stone move to the Earth Region while this is done, to avoid any Protectors dying in the flood that will be necessary to extinguish the fires.

“The Mask Maker wishes for Zatth and Terrorsaur to make amends, and also asks that Zatth allow for the Water and Fire Regions to help with rebuilding the Stone Region. All water shipments to Stone will continue to be handled and purified by the Fire Region.

“He extends a formal pardon to all three of you for any crimes of yours that Pulse himself is aware of. He also informs you that Voxumo has been relocated for a proper burial, and that the Skull Warriors and Skull Spiders are now under his grace’s control. All terms presented are nullified if anyone in the delegation is killed.”

He looked to each of them in turn, awaiting their responses before pressing with his own thoughts.

Tekulo was the first to respond, looking and sounding depressed. “I’ll accept them. With old Voxumo dead… heh. I don’t have any reason left to fight.”

“I will also accept the terms,” Zatth said quietly. “I will continue to act as I have always done – to benefit the people of my region.”

Noting that Smoke Monster seemed content to remain silent – and that the Skull Warrior was growing tense – Burnmad moved forward. “I also want to know what happened to the messenger I sent to the Jungle Region recently. He was given orders to meet with Smoke Monster and Tekulo, and present them with terms for peace… and he never returned.”

“During our meeting, a Skull Warrior interrupted us,” Tekulo replied. “It bound the Protector and took him to Voxumo, who executed him.”

The Skull Warrior next to him growled, shaking its head – Burnmad frowned. “My Skull Warrior appears to disagree with you. Why do you lie?”

He knew the question did not need to be asked; with the lie, Tekulo had already confirmed what Burnmad had already suspected.

“I’m sure I have my reasons,” Tekulo replied, this time smiling.

“I must press for further explanation,” Burnmad said.

“You want the truth?” Smoke Monster asked, speaking up for the first time. “*I* killed your Protector. While meeting with him, we were indeed interrupted by a Skull Warrior, one bringing Voxumo’s latest plans – and the Protector heard them as well. I couldn’t risk the Fire Protector going back to you and sharing our plans, and unless he returned to you unharmed, you had already threatened to burn down our region. Besides, the burning had already begun.”

“The burning began because my Protector took too long to return, and I suspected the worst,” Burnmad told him, forcing down his fury. “You are lucky that I am loyal to Pulse, for he wishes you to meet with him *alive*, else I would burn you and Tekulo where you stand. Let us return to the Ancient City, and let us negotiate in proper.”

*But if you step one foot out of line, Smoke Monster, ever… I shall burn your region to the ground, and all of Jungle shall become mine.*

*-?-*

*-NATO-*

The cloudy greyness in between darkened, sparking and rolling with thunder as the world slowly faded back into view.

In the depths of the Temple, the machine sputtered before quietly deactivating.

The land before him was a barren wasteland, decayed and dead. The jungle was naught but a stretch of devastation, and where the Fire and Water regions would be in the distance, he saw only smog and smoke.

In the center of Okoto, where the Ancient City would be, swirled a dark tornado, crackling with lightning.

Down below, outside the Temple, an army waited for him. He recognized once more the colors of the six tribes of Okoto, but this army... its members were decayed, little more than hunched skeletons, staring up at him with dead eyes. Skull Warriors roamed their ranks, as well as other, similar creatures that he did not have names for.

At the head of the army stood a larger skull creature, standing twice as tall as the Skull Warriors and wearing the Mask of Creation upon its face.

*Well…*he thought, fear racing through him.

“Close the gate!”

As his Protectors barricaded the front entrance, Nato returned to the parapet, and yelled a greeting to the taller skull creature that appeared to be the commander of the army wearing the Mask of Creation down below.

The enemy leader did not respond.

In silence, it began to walk towards the Temple.

The army behind it followed, shuffling, also silent.

*Screw this,*Nato thought. He raced back down to the machine and pulled the lever to reactivate it, not even caring where he would end up so long as it wasn’t *here* and –

-the machine sparked and flickered, but did not activate.

He could feel a chill in the air.

*Darn it, Rollor, why-*

Returning to the parapet, he found that the Skull Leader had crossed half the distance, as had its army; the closer they got, the more the temperature seemed to drop. As the four other Ice Protectors and five Fire Protectors re-joined him, Nato said to them, “we need to figure out *when* we are. Is this some apocalyptic future, or are we still in the past?”

One of them was about to respond when the enemy down below reached the Temple, the Skull Leader still staring impassively up at them.

“It’ll be okay, right?” one of the Fire Protectors asked, sounding uncertain.

“Yeah, of course,” an Ice Protector said. “That shield, it protected us before.”

Nato watched as the Skull Leader reached out with one hand, and placed it on the outer wall - the field of temporal energy that once shielded them from Voxumo shimmered and rippled as its hand passed through, before shattering into nothing at all.

One of the more skeletal Protectors grabbed onto the wall.

It began to climb.

“…how many of you have ranged weapons?” Nato asked.

“None,” a Fire Protector answered, voice shaking. “Your Ice Protectors have their saw shields and short swords… we have two torchers apiece.”

“Grab all of our supplies,” Nato ordered. “Burn them and drop them on the dead.”

A quick search got them twenty additional torches; burning the rest of their supplies and dropping them on the Undead Protectors climbing the walls managed to delay the arrival of the first wave, but it did not last for long, as the Undead began to clamber over each other, their speed increasing as they twitched and shuddered.

And then the army of the dead was upon them.

Armed with only torches, shields and swords, Nato and his Protectors fought with everything they had, refusing to let the Undead up onto the parapet – but Nato knew that they could not hold it for long, as the Undead came at them again and again.

*This can’t last.*

Activating the Mask of Speed, he raced back towards the beacon. He tripped halfway through and fell flat on his face, cursing as the small delay cost one of the Fire Protectors their life, but he did manage to activate the beacon.

The beacon flickered and sputtered to life before shining into the sky, blaring through the stormy gray clouds that were so dark that they had cast the entire island into an eternal night. He could feel the Temple shifting in place, as though settling down; but it also hummed with a mystical energy, and the Undead slowed down just enough that his comrades were able to hold the line until he returned.

But the Undead’s numbers were unending, and even with the beacon lit, this fight would not last long.

At the sight of the beacon, the Skull Warriors down below approached the barricaded entrance. They did not climb; instead, fueled by a dark energy that caused him and his remaining comrades to shudder from its corruption that threatened to engulf them even from down below, the Skull Warriors began to hammer at the entrance.

Powered by the dark energy, their strikes caused the entrance to crack.

“Time to retreat – fall back to the beacon,” Nato ordered.

As they fell back to the beacon, the Undead began to slow, until finally upon arriving at it, Nato and his comrades were faster than the Undead. Still, though, he could hear the barricaded entrance cracking and crumbling – and then he heard it shatter.

*This keeps going from bad to worse to worst.*

Four Skull Warriors soon came into view, and Nato knew that more were coming. Dread filled him as he prepared to fight them off, but as they drew closer to the beacon, four spikes of bright energy lashed out, reducing all four Skull Warriors to ash. Briefly filled with triumph, Nato was about to try using the Mask of Speed again when circumstances again took a dive, and he saw a massive, dark shape fly up into the air. He felt the Temple shudder as the commander of the army landed - they had clearly sensed their Skull Warrior's destruction, and now came to deal with him themselves.

Hoping that the beacon would destroy the Skull Leader as well, Nato continued to focus on the Undead – but as the Skull Leader approached, it became clear that the beacon did not affect it like the Skull Warriors. Indeed, it seemed to *feast* on the energy, the dark corruption surrounding it absorbing the light and turning it into shadow.

Growing desperate, Nato threw a torch at it; the torch was batted aside without a second glance.

The Mask of Creation glowed on its face, and a massive sword shimmered into existence in its hand. It would be upon him in seconds.

Nato backed away, but was forced to stop as the beacon’s touch scorched him. One of his Ice Protectors stood between the Skull Leader and himself; they were cut down like butter, the creature's sword slicing clean through the Ice Protector's sword.

He did not have time to mourn the loss - the Undead Protectors were beginning to overwhelm his comrades now, and more Skull Warriors were approaching, protected from the beacon by the creature that led them.

“Fall back!” Nato yelled, his voice hoarse. “We have to jump! Go!”

He raced to the edge of the Temple and did just that, followed by the remaining Protectors; one of the Fire Protectors was swarmed upon landing, but the rest managed to stumble after Nato as he raced towards where the Water Region would be in the distance.

As they ran, the ground erupted before them to reveal a massive skeletal spider - history books called it the Lord of Skull Spiders. It carried the Golden Mask of Skull Spiders in its talons and was headed for them, followed by thousands of Skull Spiders.

Preparing for the end, Nato raised his sword, yelling a battle cry as he charged them – only to pause in disbelief as the Skull Spiders began to throw themselves at the Undead, continuing to buy them time. The Lord of Skull Spiders pressed the Golden Mask of Skull Spiders into his hand; replacing the Mask of Speed, Nato immediately felt a connection link his mind to the horde; the Skull Spiders were his.

Knowing it would not be enough, he followed the urging of the Lord of Skull Spiders, and continued to run; the Skull Leader and Skull Warriors were approaching them again.

It appeared that they cared little for the Temple itself.

Feeling some instinct from the Golden Mask of Skull Spiders guiding him towards the Water Region, Nato continued to sprint in that direction. As the Lord of Skull Spiders fell back to protect them from the rear, he saw a cave up ahead. Doing a quick headcount, he found that the three remaining Fire Protectors held torches, while the four remaining Ice Protectors wielded swords.

That would have to be enough – he charged into the cave.

The undead appeared to be almost never-ending; even with the also seemingly endless horde aiding him and the Lord of Skull Spiders at their backs, every member of the party was still fighting off the undead as they raced through the dark tunnel, until they came to a thin stone bridge barely long enough for them to run across one at a time.

It crossed a massive, bottomless chasm - as Nato began to race across it, Skull Spiders and Undead alike began flinging themselves through the air; the Undead aiming for Nato and his comrades, the Skull Spiders still protecting them.

As he sprinted across the bridge, several Undead managed to grab ahold of different members of the party; reacting instinctively, all but one  of the Ice Protectors were able to throw them into the abyss, and the final Undead was handled easily by the Lord of Skull Spiders.

Rollor still watched over them in some capacity, Nato thought, as he and the rest made it to the other side without losing another member. Deeper into the tunnel system they ran, still fending off the Undead.

He could see a light at the end of the tunnel.

Nato and the six remaining Protectors in his entourage stumbled into a cavern lit by torches lining the walls.

The first thing he saw was another giant skull being with massive antlers growing out the sides of his head. He stepped towards them, the cave floor shuddering underneath him, wearing the Mask of Control. They watched as a green winged creature attached itself to his back; he drew a massive bow made of bones and aimed an arrow at the cave behind them. As the Lord of Skull Spiders burst forth he let it loose, and they watched as the arrow flew straight and true, embedding itself in the chests of three Skull Warriors.

The titan now drew a large axe and moved to hold off the Undead alongside the Skull Spider horde and the Lord of Skull Spiders, leaving Nato to observe what appeared to be roughly one hundred Protectors in total from all six regions - and the familiar golden form of Ekimu, who wore what Nato knew from carvings and descriptions to be the upper half of the Mask of Time.

He had traveled to the future… of *Ekimu’s* time. But for him, he was still trapped in the very distance past of his own – and, more troubling, a past that Okoto apparently held no records of in the present day.

Before Nato could speak, Ekimu stepped forward.

“Time is short, my friend, but there are things you must know,” he said.

Nato listened with disbelief to what the last Mask Maker had to say.

It had been fifty years since his last visit; the “Long Night” had taken up ten. Ekimu had a plan ready to seal away the corruption and everything that came with it indefinitely; but the magic involved was built upon the unity of Okoto as a whole.

While Ekimu estimated that there were a thousand Protectors still alive in total, the hundred here with him had pledged to take on the role of the self-proclaimed "Knights of Ekimu", an order that would dedicate themselves to ensuring the unity of Okoto no matter the cost, to prevent the long night.

“At some point in time, the Knights will fail,” Ekimu told him, “as the Skull Warriors will begin influencing the Mask Makers – but in your time period, they must still exist in some form. I shall pass down orders through the generations for the Knights to find you and your four companions, upon your return home.”

Nato nodded. “Anything else?”

“Thanks to your presence and usage of the Temple of Time, my Mask of Time appears to be reacting to itself from your own time frame,” Ekimu explained. “Someone on your end must be wielding it and unknowingly helping us from their end.”

“You can send us back, then?” Nato asked.

Ekimu nodded, gesturing to the Skull Titan. “Umarak here can help us with the Mask of Control, and I will be able to send you and four of your companions directly to the future – or rather, your present. But….”

“But?”

“It will have to be fueled by the lives of two of your other companions,” the Mask Maker said, “and you will obviously have to leave the Golden Mask of Skull Spiders behind.”

Turning to his companions slowly, Nato took a deep breath. “I’d like to take two of Ice and two of Fire back with me.”

“I shall stay,” one Fire Protector murmured, stepping forward.

“As shall I,” one of the Ice Protectors replied. “No offense, but I would prefer a good death here than to return to a situation that is almost as hopeless as this one here.”

“Very well,” Ekimu said, clapping his hands together. “Any final questions, Nato, before you return home?”

“Just one,” Nato responded. “Where is Makuta?”

Ekimu’s face darkened. “He crafted a Mask that brought only calamity.”

Nato nodded. “Alright. Then I think it’s time to go… thank you, Ekimu, and good luck.”

“Good luck to you as well,” the Mask Maker murmured.

Working with Umarak, Ekimu activated the Mask of Time. Nato could feel the pull as the gateway opened; a swirling vortex of cerulean blue, sucking him towards it. The two volunteers eroded, bursting into particles as small as sand as their life force was sucked away; he and his remaining companions stepped inside.

*-JUNGLE REGION-*

He stepped out into the Jungle Region of Okoto, flanked by two Ice Protectors and two Fire Protectors, to see Dallior alone, wearing the Mask of Time. The Protector of Earth’s regular mask lay discarded on the ground nearby.

Of the ten Protectors that seized the Temple of Time before the late Voxumo could take it, five had returned home.

“We’re back,” Nato muttered, sighing with relief and fighting back the exhaustion that threatened to overwhelm him. “Better late than never.”

Dallior removed the Mask of Time as the gateway closed, replacing it with his ordinary mask before exclaiming, “Nato! Where have you been?”

“It’s a long, crazy story,” Nato replied, “and not one that I think anyone shall believe. But I have to try. I need to speak to Pulse. I have learned things that they *need* to know.”

*-ANCIENT CITY-*

*-PULSE-*

He looked over the paper before nodding to himself and passing it on. Dragonstar, Jed, Terrorsaur, and FF all nodded their approval before passing it back to him. Pouring some wax onto the sheet, he pressed his seal into it, marking the words on the paper as official Okoto law.

*The first decree of the Mask Maker Pulse:*

*Until the Mask Maker Pulse has any heirs of his own, if ever, the following will be treated as the next-in-line for the position of the Mask Maker in the event they can prove they are able to forge Masks of Power:*

*Dallior, Ruler of Earth (should he reappear)*

*Dragon.star, Trader of Fire & Head of Security of the Ancient City*

*FF, Ruler of Ice*

*Should none of these heirs prove that they are able to forge masks before the Mask Maker's death, then the Mask Maker will try to teach them how. Should the Mask Maker die before that, improvise - summon and ask the Toa, ask the wisest person you know, look to the stars, look into the abyss, create a temporary council, led by virtue of Something Else. The Mask Maker has faith in You, and faith in the Six Regions.*

*Addendum: Should any region's rulers wish to be added to the line of succession, make your way to the Ancient City, request an audience with Mask Maker Pulse and the other potential Heirs, and attempt to forge a Mask of Power.*

He sat back, satisfied but weary, and glanced up at the others.

“Let us see how Burnmad’s delegation is proceeding ourselves. There is much work still to be done.”