First Chronicle [Action/Video]
[It's the dead of night. The well is eerily still. It begins to slowly swirl its colours, weeding out the hues that are bright, the patterns that are light, and the pigments that are white. Before long, there lies an ever increasing patch of inky black...well, ink.
[Suddenly, a metal claw as big as your head bursts out of the depths, and with a clang grasped hold of the edge of the well. Another such claw follows suit, and they clench the rim until minuscule cracks began to appear in the stone, as something massive pushes up from below. A great dark shape surges up through the ink, like a great whale breaching the depths. A great armoured titan rises into the air, soaked in the black liquid of life. It finishes its climb, gently releasing the rock, and standing to its full height. Finally, the dark one opens its eyes, and surveys the distant buildings.
[All very melodramatic, I know. But hey, let's humour him.
[The Makuta, not the tallest metal one in this city but up there, looks down upon himself. He flicks his arms, shaking off the droplets of running ink, but chooses to do nothing about the rest of the liquid that stains his armour blacker than it was before. Now, looking down to the ground, he heaves a massive foot out of the well, and takes a huge, reverberating step. He lifts his other leg, limbs whirring and gurgling with the leaked in liquid, and steps completely out of the well. Then something catches his eye by his foot. He bends over, and picks up the tiny little gadget, holding it up to his face. Either some sort of calculator, or more likely a communicator, he reasons. He scoffs, and runs a talon along the buttons, until he finds something that looks like an on/off button.
[The first thing anyone would see as he came on on the screen would be a pair of blood red eyes.]
[Suddenly, a metal claw as big as your head bursts out of the depths, and with a clang grasped hold of the edge of the well. Another such claw follows suit, and they clench the rim until minuscule cracks began to appear in the stone, as something massive pushes up from below. A great dark shape surges up through the ink, like a great whale breaching the depths. A great armoured titan rises into the air, soaked in the black liquid of life. It finishes its climb, gently releasing the rock, and standing to its full height. Finally, the dark one opens its eyes, and surveys the distant buildings.
[All very melodramatic, I know. But hey, let's humour him.
[The Makuta, not the tallest metal one in this city but up there, looks down upon himself. He flicks his arms, shaking off the droplets of running ink, but chooses to do nothing about the rest of the liquid that stains his armour blacker than it was before. Now, looking down to the ground, he heaves a massive foot out of the well, and takes a huge, reverberating step. He lifts his other leg, limbs whirring and gurgling with the leaked in liquid, and steps completely out of the well. Then something catches his eye by his foot. He bends over, and picks up the tiny little gadget, holding it up to his face. Either some sort of calculator, or more likely a communicator, he reasons. He scoffs, and runs a talon along the buttons, until he finds something that looks like an on/off button.
[The first thing anyone would see as he came on on the screen would be a pair of blood red eyes.]