"can you draw up a simple map?"
"O K, here's the mountain and surrounding slopes on the southern, eastern and western sides. here is where we are on the mountain. here are the halls on the southern sides of the mountain. and here are the stone halls of the mortals that I think hold the demons."Grul said as he drew on the ground.
"yes but I wondering about those halls on the southern slopes. what lives there?"
"dragon cultists. mortals who sided with the dragons after they came to these mountains."

"it's a talonpole, great for parrying and inflicting wounds. but what are those weird metal boards?"
"it's a atlatl, you put the spear to the beak of it and swinging the atlatl, throwing it 3 times further than normal."Clyfask said as he demonstrated how to throw an atlatl.
"so where exactly do you think the demons are?"
"I'd guess in one of the abandoned stone halls on the South Western sides of these ridges."

"I am fond of Two Rivers weed. Finest for a pipe."Grul said as he took the pipe from his mouth.
"yeah and I bet that you've smoked it in that pipe long enough to have it start growing in your pipe bowl"
"be polite To'mec, we're still in their home."Zoray scolded wile retrieving her weapons.
"until I go out side to scythe some sorry demons head off."
"what exactly is that weapon you carry Zoray?"

"but some of the demons and dragons run lose. I think that they are the ones that have been slaughtering our snake hounds."
"so in short, you want us to kill as many demons we can find in one place?"
"would you like some thing in exchange?"
"we did come here for your fabled silver."
"25lb of silver in exchange for demons exterminating skills?"
"done! I probably seen enough demons to make a lesser mortan never wish to see another scaly thing again. and where the heck did you get a pipe?"

"that undoubtedly brought the demons. they brought with them dragons with scales of jet and spewed not fire but an inky liquid that seared the flesh and melted steel. on the day they drove us out, they were led by a great towering shadow carried by the greatest of these black drakes. many died but a band of 16 worriers mortan and mortals, they bond the great shadow whose name we feared to learn to a dormant form some he may only come back as an avatar of him self. but if he comes, we shall know him as the Dark One's Web."

"long ago in a time almost forgotten, my clan lived in peace with a race of small beings who called them selves mortals in our presence. we tried to convince them that we were mortal as well, but they would not hear of it so we gave up. these mortals were very loyal and many heroes in there home land, they could handle magic like no other being ever could. they wove magic into trinkets that could see leagues away ,scepters that could heal deep cuts with a touch, and idols that could bend the will of a demon with a thought. they gave these trinkets to us as tribute as a sign of loyalty. they taught us how to make totems and forged us weapons willingly."

"let us eat before the fire and drink to each others health."
"where the heck did you pick that up?"
"To'mec would you like a drinking contest?"
"Clyfask, if your think drinking is going to impress Zoray, forget about it."
"you wouldn't believe how many idiots have tried to impress me with drinking contests. they just end up drunker than a blindfolded shark swimming into a blood bath."
"so Grul, what did happen to the rest of your snake hounds?"
"now is the time of telling. I shall try to tell the tale as accurate as possible."

"wow! who'ld have thought that all of this was in that slab of snow. what the heck are those lizard things?"
Grul'thone scratches the animals under their chins.
"why, these are snake-hounds, a form of domesticated drakes that live in the snow. these one are called Nightspark and Sunbloom. the rest are gone."
"what?"
"I tell you more wile we eat. your speed-meks have been stabled down stairs with my sea bear.
by the way his name is glacierclaw."

"they're totems. now these are travelers, they are here for business. the one on my left is..."
"To'mec, back home I'm known as a blacksmith."
"the one on my right is..."
"Zoray, the weapon merchant."
"Clyfask, adventurer and bounty hunter. proud member of the wazzesk clan. we've been in need of new weapons for quite a wile, do you happen to have any thing to offer?"
"no, we're on a buying trip."
"well you better come inside."
"Inside what?!"
"To'mec, try to be polite for once."

a few minutes later...
"let me get this straight, you helped guard a demon and resurrected his brother?"
"you know, every one except those in the southern provenances have said the same thing."
"I can image that."
"who goes there?"
"don't you remember your friend, Grul'thone, the spirit talker you old war cleric?"
"for the last time I am not a paladin you old frost covered pole carver!"
"I've only heard him say 2 sentences and I all ready like him. what the heck is those things?"

"tell them I'm your body guard then but anything but...Holy @#^%&! what is that thing?!"
"what are you doing here, what is your business?"
"we are here looking for a barbarian clan fabled to posses the finest silver and..."
"that doesn't answer my question, what in the name of the bloody Dark One is that thing and what in Syor Gul are you doing with out a shirt?!"
"I am used to the cold as any proud clans man."
"your part of the clan we're looking for aren't you?"
"yes, and you have a brave mate."
"WE ARE NOT MARRIED!"
"I will guide you to the clan now."

"bbbrrrrbbbb! couldn't have we just stayed at the outpost for the night?"
"no, you wanted to find the finest silvered weapons for the werewolf population jump and heard of a barbarian renegade clan that make the finest silver work in all of Mata Nui. this pass will freeze up before morning so we have to get through now!
"you don't have to be so cranky about it."
"you could at least stop telling people that I'm your body guard. they must think I'm lucky or something by the look in their eyes."
"would you rather I tell them your my fianche?"

"and this is what used too be the replacement. my first model of the "Mechano Satyr" was meant for the merchants as a loyal porter and or body guard. the first model released to the market was large, fairly fast, and could carry up to 285 kg. although it was durable the most natural and unnatural hazards, it had a habit of over heating and fizzing out before the warranty expired. the last note for the entry is that I'm currently making a new "Mechano Satyr" for further research." (take from the archives of the Tanu University of Enginering)

"for where the "plow foot" failed this came in to the field. It's a z18f-12, nicknamed "cyclops". its superior eye sight could see a grasshopper from half a kilometer away and point to it to direct artillery where to aim. this one also had a sword with a electric currant running through it. it has 3cm steel armor and it could lift up to 300 kg using both arm which could pivot in any direction and grab a grape without squashing it. unfortunately, it was extremely expensive and so large that if the enemy saw it they would immediately have eight mages up infront and blast us."

"but do to property damage, I soon replaced the "sparkler" with this the 4GV9-12, commonly called "plow foot". it had 2 rotating guns on either side of the head and armed with a sword that has an electric current running through it. it was mainly sold to farmers to guard and plow their fields, and to armies fighting in snowy areas. unfortunately, it had a habit of over plowing the fields by walking in every which way and were disassemble to make "proper farm tools"."

"this is my model 6jy2-4, nicknamed "Sparkler". as my first clank it was rather clumsy and horrible at front line warfare. it was mainly used to guard houses and live stock. it has great blunted claws on its paddle like hands, its hair would "sparkle" on an enemy, and as a last resort, it would explode."

"hello, is this thing on? good, ok this is Darketh on the archives in research on C.L.A.N.Ks, commonly known as combat robots. this video is being filmed from my workshop and behind me are first models of the clank theory. the date is the 18 of the 2nd third of the harvest season and the 300 years after the Making of the Island. are you holding that thing carefully? DO NOT DROP IT YOU HEAR!"

"GOOD BYE FRIENDS, MAY STORMS AND GALES ONLY GIVE YOU GOOD TIDINGS FOR THE GREAT FATHER."
"and may your lair stand forever and may never be driven out."
"You Shall Always Be Welcome In Our Lair."
"and may you never be slain by a adventurer or bounty hunter."
"MAY YOU ALWAYS FIND SHELTER AND OPEN ARM TOO GREET YOU."
"and may a loyal cult find you and honor you."

THE END..... OR IS IT o.O

This is a supper secret preview of season 2 of A Bionicle love story for Easter and...
"who ever said it was a love story and what's up with the freaky wax statues! I mean OH MY GOSH, WHO ARE THOSE PEOPLE WITH THE ORANGE SUITS?"
"Excuse me sir, but what are you doing in this studio?"
"HEY, I WORK HERE AND..."
"HE'S RAISING HIS SWORD! USE THE TASER!"
"WHAT THE..."
ZZZZZZTTTTTTT

"these are very well made short swords. who had made them must of been a master weapon smith."
"And To Think That Almost Every One Had That Skill As Standard Smithing."
"truly unbelievable."
"my father once had a shield like this."
"The Shield Of A True Water Tribe Hero, Very Few Could Make Such A Shield But I See In You The Skill Too Make Much Greater Works. Here, Take A Speed-Mek Or 2 For Your Selves."

"ok... WHAT!"
"Brother, Tell Me You Didn't."
"SORRY TO DISAPPOINT YOU."
"You Told Them Too Mind Their Manners When You Very Well Knew That I'm Not Easily Offended. Gremmiers, Take Out The Ancient Age Tools And Weapons And Give Them To Our Friends. They Just Don't Make Things Like They Used To."
"that's one funny looking skinning knife."
"at least the hatchet isn't overly big."

"Arrugh, What Happened To My Head?"
"IT WAS LOPPED OFF SO I COULD NOT RESURRECT YOU RIGHT A WAY."
"Who Are The Mortans?"
"To'mec, at your service."
"Zoray, at your service as well."
"THEY ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR RESURRECTION BROTHER."
"Then I Must Thank Them. Thank You, My Lair Is Your Lair. Take What You Want, You Deservee It

"O K NOW, I SHALL RESURRECT MY BROTHER NOW, BUT THERE ARE A FEW THINGS YOU NEED TO KNOW FIRST."
"give it to us."
"NUMBER ONE, HIS BLOOD LUST IS EVEN WORSE THAN MINE BUT IN A MORE...CIVIL WAY. TWO, REMEMBER, HE HAS BEEN IN A SPIRITUAL COMMA FOR AT LEAST 800 YEARS. THREE, TRY TO BE POLITE, HE MIGHT BE GRUMPY AFTER BEING WOKEN UP."

"I'VE FOUND MY BROTHER'S HEAD! NOW WE CAN FINALLY RESURRECT HIM!"
"this feels wrong."
"pardon?"
"some how this feels wrong taking a friend's weapons."
"well he would have probably killed us with out a thought for those titans. a lot of good these blades did him."
"it still feels wrong some how..."
"DO YOU STILL HAVE THE CRYSTAL?"
"yes"

< "GATHER THE WEAPONS. THEY WON'T NEED THEM ANY MORE. HERE'S THAT LEG GUARD I LOST. HEY YOU IN THERE, OH NEVER MIND!"








< "you saved my life!"
"I just wasn't needed at the door."
"you saved my LIFE!"
"DO NOT, I repeat DO NOT hug me!"

< CHIBOOM!
"Ungh!"
thud!









< "EERRRRAAAAGGHH! NOW MY BROTHER CAN BE RISEN AVENGED!"

< CLATCH!
ZROSE!
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^"EEIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAARRRGGGGGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!!"

"wait up for me trog friends!"

"come on, just a few more kills?"
"by then, we'll all be dead. let's leave this place."
"NOW ... FOR THE OTHER KILLER!"
"CRAP! let's get out of here!"
"wait! what about our boss?"
"he should be able to track us. now let's go all ready!"
"can some one help me over here?!"

"PREPARE TO TASTE THUNDER AND BE GONE FOUL DEMON!!!"
"can,"
THANG
"help,"
SCRASK
"me a little? I..."
GRASSC
"really need it right now."
"Zoray!!"

"FIGHT ON MY FRIENDS. WE ARE FAR FROM DEFEAT AND DEATH! BRHAHAHAHA!!! DIE YOU SPINELESS THUGS!"
"little mortan, you are still mortal, even when you are in a big mechanical suit. you will soon die."
"and you shall find your self in some necromancer's crystal to do as he wishes without a thought!"
"I will feed on your soul with relish when this is over!"

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