Webmaster's note:  "What the heck?"  This phrase prompted my cousin to make a "WTH" page for the crazier Ronin Warriors pictures out there.  (That page can be found here.)  She mentioned that the Warlords needed their own page for such pictures, and we set about creating it.  For the most part (though not always), she wrote for Dais and Anubis, while I took Kale and Sekhmet.  (Page 2 is mostly me with soeme input from her.)

Most pictures here come from Stormwatcher, who is my main RW-pic supplier!  And so...let's see what the masho have to say about these mortal creations.

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The four warlords warily enter the deserted chamber, taking furtive glances around them to ensure that they are not being observed.  Looking both intrigued and wary, the four young men approach the ornate, gilt metal frame that graces the far wall.

Kale: Master Talpa had better not catch us in here without permission.
Sekhmet: We've used the imager before.
Dais: Yes, but never without his permission.  Anubis, what is it you want to show us?  We're accessing the what?
Anubis: :impatient look: It's called the "Internet", Dais.  I wouldn't expect you to understand the specifics.
Sekhmet: :steps between Dais and Anubis::  What is it?  A new kind of energy?
Anubis: No.  But nearly any information you could possibly want of the mortal world can be found there...and the imager can access it.  Perhaps we may find something of use.

Kale, Dais, and Sekhmet watch as Anubis approaches the gilt-framed imager with a strange device in his hand; the device is not mechanical, but looks like a V-shaped gem, glowing with Nether World power.  Holding it with the two prongs aimed away from him, Anubis simply looks at the blank imager.  When a picture fades in, unfocused at first before resolving into a regonizable vision, the other warlods gasp in surprise and grudging admiration.

Sekhmet: This device can truly connect with the humans' technology?
Anubis: Yes.  Now...let us see what there is to learn.

As any mortal knows, there is useful information and rubbish both to be found on the Internet, and the the four Warlords sneer at most of the things they find.  But it is not long before a strange piece of artwork stops them all, and they gape in astonishment.  Since first foraying into the mortal world, Talpa's warlords find they have influenced them more than they realized.  And it seems that some mortals have a very strange sense of art and an even stranger sense of humor.

As information and pictures fly by on the screen, Anubis suddenly stops on one that has caught his eyes, and there is stunned silence from all four of them....

::uneasy silence::

Dais: The gods could not be so unmerciful!
Sekhmet: Quickly, remove it before we're sick!

::not arguing, Anubis moves on::

Kale  ::stares indignantly::  Who could have a mind so twisted to make something like this?
Sehkmet:  What in the name of...Anubis...are you kissing that little...Ryo-puppet?
Anubis: I- I- no.  No.  :clearly in denial: 
Dais: :Shudders: I don't know what else you think you could be doing-
Anubis, rounding on him with a snarl: Biting its throat out, perhaps?!  But you, there's no mistaking- you are cuddling that Hardrock thing, and enjoying it!
Sekhmet: ::begins laughing, able to get far more amusement out of this than the others:: 
Dais, stung: Well, and do we not wish to have the Ronin as our puppets?  Would we not enjoy controlling their every slightest move?  :regards the picture more carefully:  Yes... it is not personal enjoyment, but the power we have over them that brings satisfaction.  This picture pleases me... though it would please me more if it was not so...cute.
Kale: ::raising his eyebrows::  It pleases you, Dais?  Well, you and Kento certainly seem to be enjoying the...contact.
Sekhmet: Is yours shaking its fists at you, Kale?  It seems to have a little more sentience that I am accustomed to seeing in hand-puppets.  Or are you doing that?
Kale: I should know?  I don't seem to be able to recall this event for some odd reason--he does look like he's ranting.  You Sekhmet, you look quite puzzled.
Sekhmet: If mine's ranting at me, too, I am not surpsied.
Dais, exasperated: You fools, the picture is a metaphor.  The Ronin will be ours to control, to manipulate as we choose- puppets in our hands, no matter whether they fight it or not.  Obviously, I will stun Hardrock with my power- look at his dazed expression. Kale, I think, will not have such an easy time subduing Halo.
Sekhmet: I guess that means Torrent and I will engage in a staring contest.  :chuckles:
Anubis, rolling his eyes:  Well, I think it's nonsense, but I suppose I prefer that explanation to the...alternative.
Kale: :though looking somewhat offended at Dais's comment, reluctantly agrees...thinking that Anubis does have a good point--better that than the alternative::

Sekhmet: You never told us of this, Anubis!
Dais: Yes, when did you join the mortals' highway patrol?
Anubis:  ::glares at the others' amusement::
Dais: Why is Strata squatting in front of the vehicle?
Sekhmet: I think he's sitting on it.
Dais: It looks crude.
Kale, barely restraining his laughter: "...and another thing, Halo, you should never wear pink socks with a purple shirt!  It is far too passé!"

::Dais and Sekhmet  burst into laughter once more as Anubis lunges at Kale, sprints from the chamber::

Sekhmet, still snickering:  We'd better leave before we're caught.

::agreeing, Dais follows Sekhmet out of the chamber, leaving the last image to fade from the screen::