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To be completely honest, I don't think they would. What LEGO would have to do to ensure a G3 was successful would be to cater to the fans of G1. Make a line designed for older fans and include lore books in the sets. Even if it was just a limited run, it would almost certainly be successful because of how many of us are still obsessed with Bionicle in general.

I've recently found my love of Bionicle reignited and have returned to this delightful corner of the interweb after a time away. To celebrate my return, may I introduce you to the star of a new Bionicle story I'm working on: Corros, the First and Only Toa of Acid! (Working name because I'm shite at naming things!) Ready for battle, Toa Corros does not remember where he comes from or how he came to be. All he knows is that he possesses control of an element that no other Toa has: Acid. Corros is cautious when using his power, as his powerfully corrosive acid can be dangerous to both friends and foes, and it is for this reason that he travels alone. As a Toa of Acid, Corros can create, control and absorb any acid. He is near immune to any corrosive substances, and possesses the useful skill of altering the acidity of any liquid he touches, both increasing or decreasing its corrosive-ness. Corros's element is not his only unique trait; he also bears the one and only Kanohi Juule, the Mask of Kinetics, which allows him to absorb and wield kinetic energy. This mask is always on at a low level, absorbing kinetic energy around Corros and storing it for later use. Corros can then channel this energy into his weapon strikes and physical blows, or when in grave danger, even unleash all of the stored energy in a devastating wave of force. Corros takes great advantage of his mask, using it in favor of his destructive element as often as he can and even fooling some he has come across into thinking he is a Toa of Kinetics, equally unheard of but without the negative connotations that Acid may bring. In battle, Corros wields his massive Titan's Battleaxe with great proficiency, making use of his mask's powers to allow him to swing it with great strength and imbuing the edges of its blades with his acidic power to ensure his enemies are rendered unable to continue fighting. The smaller blade on the opposite end of the shaft grants Corros much greater versatility in battle, earning him a reputation as a foe most don't want to cross when all of his skills are in play. More story to come (likely sporadically) as I begin the process of actually building this poor fool. Reviews and constructive criticisms are of course encouraged, as I'm a little rusty and LDD is terribly limited. Additionally, if anyone can think of a better name for a Toa of Acid, I'm open to suggestions!

Gah! I'm always late~! If it's not too late, then... Earth and Ice If it is then...darn.

Is it too late too join! I hope not! Name: Huntress Fire: 4 Water: 3 Jungle: 3 Earth: 6 Stone:3 Ice: 2

IC: Marda Marda laughed despite herself. She had to admit, the little Matoran had a certain sense of humor she enjoyed. "As much as I'd love to pick a Matoran out of my ceiling, I think we have more important things to deal with." she said. "So, any ideas as to where we should head first? After supplies, of course." she asked.

IC: Marda Marda nodded. "Yes, thanks, but I've spent most of my time in Po-Koro. In fact..." she trailed off, looking around. "YES! There, that little bar...between the armory and the empty lot...that's my bar and inn, the Dal Riata." she said, pointing off in the direction away from them.

​IC: Marda ​Marda looked over at Farzan, and then at Cotan. Honestly, if this little squirt could help, she'd welcome it. "Alright, then. Lead the way, little man." she said.

​IC: Marda Marda nodded. "Yes, a store. That sounds good. I need a new cloak, for starters, and maybe a few extra supplies. Well, sweetie, shall we be on our way?" she asked, moving to the door before Cotan could answer.

​IC: Marda Marda glanced over at the Matoran, trying to mask her disappointment. Then she turned her gaze back to Cotan, smiling. "Right, okay then. This is going to be grand." she said, wrapping her cloak around her shoulders. A glance down, however, revealed it to be tattered beyond repair. "Karz...oh, well. I needed a new one anyway." she said, tossing it aside. "Now, my new friend. Where shall we begin?" she asked. O​OC HEY DARTH DARONUS!!! Not sure what you're up to, but we're going on an adventure if you'd like to join.

IC: Marda "Huh..." Marda thought about it. She had heard the name Dasaka before, but she had no idea who they were or what they were capable of. "I don't like ignorance..." she mumbled. "So if nobody needs a PI, maybe I'll do some investigating for myself." she said. She looked over at the Toa. "I've decided. I'm going to go on a fact finding mission. I've been gone too long. Things have changed too much. So I'll just have to traverse the island and reacquaint myself with its mysteries." she said, standing and grabbing her travelling cloak from a nearby stool. "Either of you boys care to join me? It's been a while since I've traveled with company." she said. Before either answered she shot Cotan a mischievous look. "Maybe you'll find out what I'm capable of." she added with a wink.

IC: Marda Marda smiled. "I know how you feel. I haven't taken a job in a very long time. Nobody seems to need a private investigator in these parts anymore. , even the Dal...that's my bar, the Dal Riata...even the Dal hasn't seen much business in a while." she replied. With a sigh she looked around the room. "Sometimes I wonder if there's something else out there...another world to explore. Great Spirit, what I wouldn't give to sail to a new land." she mused.

​IC: Marda ​Marda kept her stare on the Matoran for a second longer before she looked back at the Toa. The armor knuckle swung back into her wrist, and she smiled. "Sorry about that. So, what's the situation like around here? I've been gone a while, and I feel a little out of the loop." she asked.

IC: Marda Marda looked over at the Matoran giving him a look that she hoped conveyed how thoroughly unimpressed she was. "Watch your tone, little man, or the only pain you'll experience will be my fist against your...precious little invention." she said firmly, holding up her fist. A small click sounded, and a piece of armor shifted, swinging upwards to rest in front of her knuckles. The sharp edge gleamed, deadly and efficient.

IC: Marda Marda's smile shifted ever-so-slightly as she shook the Toa named Cotan's hand. She was starting to see through the rush, the adrenaline fading from her system, and she realized that if this Toa had seen her faze the poor Matoran she would have some explaining to do. In he few seconds it took to shake the Toa's hand she went over the options. Faze him too, exposing herself but distracting the Toa long enough to get away? No, she found herself interested in this Toa now. Then there was option two: expose her ability and let him know that she meant business, but no harm? Maybe, but it would risk him turning against her. So, then... Option number three: Do nothing and wait for his next move. Let's go with that one. "A pleasure, Cotan." She said, pulling her hand away and watching him closely. What would he do next?

IC: Marda Marda felt the pressure in her head fade immediately. She had managed to only give the poor Matoran a touch of vertigo and still flush enough of her built up energy to restore her faculties. She stood, stretching her arms high and then running her hands across the hair-like tendrils on the back of her head. With a glance around she discerned that a nearby Toa that she hadn't noticed until now had probably saw her use her abilities, but she was feeling the usual rush that came with fazing another person, so she didn't really care. "Sorry, boys, I was just a little under the weather, but I feel muuuch better. Marda Belatroja, private investigator and tavern owner...uh, not this tavern though." she cooed, extending a hand to the Toa as she flashed him a charming smile.

IC: Marda I'm...not drinking to forget...just to dull the pain in my skull." Marda said softly, though the stranger was already engaged in a new conversation. Realizing that all the alcohol in the Wahi wouldn't help her, Marda inched her hand slowly towards the stranger, hoping he wouldn't notice when she discharged a mite of her pent up energy into him. "Just a tickle of confusion...behind the eyes...nothing more..." she whispered.

IC: Marda Marda walked into the cantina and looked around, scratching her head. "Uh...Karz, this isn't my bar...Great Spirit, my head hurts..." she groaned, walking over to the bar and sitting. She rested her pounding head in one hand and tapped on the bar with the other, hoping someone was actually there. "I want the strongest drink you've got...twice." she said, praying whatever she got was strong enough to soothe her pain. It was clear she wouldn't be getting rid of it the usual way anytime soon. OOC: Marda is open!

Chapter one is up! Head on over to see the beginning of a new legend! Chapter One

Chapter One: A Fool's Paradise And the Toa returned victorious. A thousand voices cheered in every village as their heroes returned from the depths of Mangaia, champions against the evil Makuta. The celebration was legendary. Torches blazed bright in Ta-Koro all through the night. The waters of the Endless Ocean rippled as the Ga-Matoran leapt in. The jungles of Le-Wahi were filled with the sounds of Le-Koro's music. Even the normally stoic Ko-Matoran enjoyed a celebration that night, singing songs of their heroes. But perhaps the largest celebration was in Onu-Koro. No longer would the Matoran dread venturing into the tunnels, no longer would they fear attacks from all sides. Thanks to the Toa, the Onu-Matoran would be able to expand their deep roads across the island, linking up the villages and creating a true united people. "Toa Onua, you have made me so proud." Turaga Whenua beamed, pounding his hand against the Toa's back. "Thanks to the efforts of you and your brothers and sister we are safe once more. Mata Nui smiles on us this day, my child." he cheered, and Onua smiled, nodded. "It was my duty to protect this island, and I did it with pride. With the Makuta's defeat, our island will be safe forever." he replied. Whenua nodded. "Let us hope, Onua. Let us hope." he said, and then he hobbled off to join in the celebration. Onua hung back for a while, enjoying the sight of his people without fear. "Quite the celebration." said a voice to his left, and Onua turned to see his sister, Gali. "Sister! What are you doing here? Ga-Koro must surely wish to honor you as well." he said. Gali simply smiled. "Those few who still celebrate will not miss me. It has already grown late into the night, not that you could tell." she said. Onua laughed. "The party ends in Onu-Koro when the sun comes up." he said, chuckling at his wit. "But you still haven't answered my question." he added. Gali nodded. "I simply wished to come and congratulate you. No one of us could have defeated the Makuta alone, and I wished you to know that I know that. I've been to Ta-Koro, Le-Koro and Ko-Koro already, and I make for Po-Koro through the tunnels soon." she said. Onue nodded, placing a clawed hand on her shoulder. "You work too hard, sister, and take no credit for it. Without you to rally us we would surely have killed each other already." he replied. Gali just laughed. "Perhaps. Nevertheless, I thank you, Onua." she said. Onua was about to answer when a commotion from the crowd drew his attention, and the two Toa made their way towards it. "Omaku, is that you? Where have you been?" asked the Turaga's voice, directed at a figure hunched and cloaked. The figure attempted to move away, but the crowd kept him from fleeing. "Turaga, what is going on?" Onua asked as he reached the crowd. Gali was close behind him. "Onua, something is wrong with Omaku." the Turaga replied, and Onua frowned. "I am not familiar with that name." he said. Whenua nodded. "Omaku is one of our best tunnel scouts. He's been mapping a new tunnel we discovered while you were gone and he's been away...well, for days now. Longer than he should have been, and now..." he said, indicating the hunched figure nearby. Onua frowned as Gali approached the Matoran. "Excuse me, Omaku? Are you alright?" she asked. The Matoran jerked away from her raised hand. "Stay back, Toa." he hissed, and Gali frowned. "Please, I only wish to help." she said, and the Matoran began to shake. At first she believed it to be the trembling of fear, but a closer examination revealed...laughter. In an instand he stood straight up, standing a head taller than her. She could see nothing beneath his shadowed hood, but from his cloak he raised a clawed hand. Onua dove at her just in time to get his sister clear of a beam of energy. "Pretenders. You toy with forces beyond your ken." the Matoran--or whatever he was--said. His voice was low, gravelly and full of hatred. The Toa leapt to their feet in the midst of a panicking crowd. Matoran scattered in all directions, some fleeing into their huts while others made for the tunnels. The figure stepped towards the Toa. "What are you?" Gali cried. The figue said nothing, raising his hand again. Another crimson beam shot towards them, but this time they were ready. Onua pulled a wall of earth up in front of them, blocking the beam, and then used his Mask of Strength to punch the wall over, sending it toppling towards the attacker. It hit the ground with a deafening bang, and as the dust began to clear the cavern was filled only with silence. "Did we win?" Onua asked slowly, and then another deafening crack sounded and the pile of earth erupted into the air. The creature slowly stepped out of it, standing above them. Its cloak had been torn away, and the sight of it made Gali want to cry out. It clearly used to be an Onu-Matoran, black and grey armor twisted and reshaped into something larger, more sinister, with pulsing crimson joints and radiating crimson eyes behind a black Kanohi Pakari not unlike Onua's. It's left hand ended in three razor sharp claws, and in the other it held a wickedly curved crimson sword that glowed with the same red light as its body. It took another step forward and they could see a tail that ended in three sharp spikes, and as it moved its shoulders, which were decorated with crimson faces twisted in agony, two other appendages burst up, like broken, twisted wings. "Know me. Know what you have pretended to be. Exalt the Elder One." he said, his voice unwavering, and then he soared into the sky. Gali tried to shoot him down with a burst of water, but he was already crashing through the cavern's ceiling. Gali and Onua watched him go, unable to comprehend what they had just witnessed. "Brother..." said Gali, a twinge of fear in her voice, "I think we should call the others. X x X x X The message was sent, and the next day all six Toa were gathered in Ta-Koro. "Then he said "Exalt the Elder One" in a really creepy voice and flew away." Onua said, recounting the events of the previous evening. They were all perplexed by this mysterious new foe. "Who is this "Elder One"? What does he want?" Tahu asked. Gali shook her head in response. "He did not say, but more than once he called us "pretenders". Pretenders to what?" she wondered. There were so many questions and not a single clue as to where they should begin. "He is the Pirau." said a voice behind them, and they all turned to see Turaga Vakama. "The Pirau? I have not heard that name before." Gali replied, and Vakama nodded. "The legend is old and not often told. He was...the brother of Mata Nui and the Makuta." the old Turaga said, and they all gasped. "A third brother?" Kopaka asked, and Vakama nodded. "Why have we never heard this tale?" Tahu asked, and Vakama sighed, sitting on a nearby rock. "It is a tragic tale, and one that never needed to be told. Until not at least." he said. The Toa all took seats to listen. "This Pirau was once a renowned figure. As you know, Mata Nui and the Makuta held power over light and shadow, respectively. Both were equal and opposite forces, but at the time neither was considered good or evil. Their brother, the Pirau, held power over chaos, the strange energy between light and darkness that opposes all forces. We have always revered the Great Spirit, but at the time we also held great respect for the Makuta as well, for it was he who created the Rahi that populate our island. But the Pirau, he was not so easily worshipped. His power served only to destroy the things his brothers made, and destroy them he did. Rahi and Matoran alike quickly fell to his strange corruption until it seemed he would destroy us all. Then our Great Spirit and his dark brother stepped in. Furious at their kin for assaulting their children, they did battle with him across the whole island. Many died, but in the end it seemed Mata Nui and the Makuta were victorious. The Pirau, however, had other plans. His body was destroyed, but his soul attempted to flee, and in order to prevent the unstoppable chaos that would cause, the Makuta leapt in its path and took it into himself. That was when the Makuta we know today was born. The Pirau's corruption was powerful, and it twisted the Makuta into a being of evil. But even so, the Pirau was defeated, and Mata Nui was content to send you Toa to deal with his last brother if the need ever arose." Vakama explained. Gali frowned. "But Turaga, if the Makuta took in the Pirau's soul then how is he alive today?" she asked. Vakama shook his head sadly. "It seems that when you defeated the Makuta it allowed the Pirau to break free. But still, I do not know how he was able to take a physical form." he said. Onua's head shot up. "Omaku!" he cried, and they all looked over at him. "Omaku, the Onu-Matoran tunnel scout who went missing. Turaga Whenua thought the Pirau was Omaku, so maybe the Pirau was able to possess him and change his body." he said. Vakama nodded. "It is possible, but according to legend the Pirau requires a special substance to regain his power in another body. It is referred to as the Red Taint." he said. Gali nodded. "His body was infested with a glowing red energy that had changed parts of him. Could he have found some Red Taint?" she asked. Vakama frowned. "It is possible. I had thought all of the Red Tain was destroyed when the Pirau was defeated, but it is possible that he still has some hidden around the island. The Onu-Matoran, where was he lost?" Vakama asked. Onua shook his head. "I am not certain...the Turaga said he was mapping a new tunnel system. Maybe he stumbled upon this Red Taint in the tunnels?" he asked. Vakama nodded. "That is an excellent place to start. However, the Pirau will not sit by while we seek the source of his power. I suggest splitting into two teams. One will go into the tunnels and seek the Red Taint while the other searches for the Pirau. We must stop him, lest he corrupt the entire island." The Turaga said, and the nodded. It was decided that Onua would lead Pohatu and Kopaka into the tunnels while Tahu would take Gali and Lewa to seek the Pirau's hiding place. Gali held out her hand as they all stood, and the others placed their hands atop hers, speaking in unison. "Unity! Duty! Destiny!"

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Gathered friends, listen again to out legend... Of the BIONICLE. You have heard the tale of our Great Spirit, Mata Nui, who delivered us to this island paradise, and you have heard the tale of his brother, the Makuta, who sought to overthrow Mata Nui and claim the world for himself. But what caused the Makuta to aspire to such wicked things? What vile sickness took him that made him into the villain we know today? Gathered friends, listen now to the legend... Of the Pirau... In the time before time there were two brothers, Mata Nui and the Makuta, who represented the forces of light and shadow. But there was a third brother not often spoke of, a brother named the Pirau, who represented chaos. While Mata Nui and the Makuta strove for balance, for the creation of life and its passage into death, the Pirau despised this balance. He hungered for chaos, for destruction, and above all else, for corruption. He saw the love that he was for Mata Nui and the respect we held for the Makuta at the time, and he grew jealous. Never before had his corruption earned him praise, never had it earned him reverence. Only fear and mistrust came for him. So the Pirau hatched an evil plan. He would spread his corruption among the creations of his brothers. The weak would die waiting for relief that would never come, and the strong would be transformed into his personal slave army. With this plan in mind he began infecting the creatures of the island with a corruption that made them mad. These beasts would in turn infect the islanders, who would infect anything they came in contact with, until the entire island succumbed to his corrupted touch. But he was not unopposed. Mata Nui and the Makuta realized their brother's intentions and confronted him, they with an army of loyal followers and he with a legion of infected soldiers. The battle was long, and over its course many died. The island was ravaged by the power of the three warring brothers, and soon no life remained but them. In one final attempt to stop their brother, Mata Nui and the Makuta combined their powers of light and darkness to create a powerful void, hoping to lock the Pirau away. But he could not be stopped so easily. As his body was drawn into the crushing prison the Pirau ejected his spirit and attempted to flee. Knowing that his escape could bring doom upon the world, the Makuta threw himself in the spirit's path and drew it into himself, trapping his brother deep inside his own soul. At first it seemed they were victorious, but even then the Makuta could feel the Pirau's corruption within him, eating away at his mind. He fled deep beneath the island's surface, hoping to contain his wicked brother's essence until it killed them both, and while he lurked in shadowed caved Mata Nui rebuilt, restoring those that had been lost and granting us this island that we named in his honor. For a time all seemed peaceful. But our happiness was not to last. Many years later, deep in his lair in Mangaia, the Makuta felt the corruption within him growing. He could hear his brother's voice infecting his mind, whispering wicked things in his ear. And then, finally, it became too much. The Makuta gave in to the corruption, and evil forever found a place in his heart. Under the influence of the Pirau's corruption he began his plot to overthrow Mata Nui, completing their brother's mission once and for all. Now the Toa have just defeated the Makuta. But in doing so they have broken free a piece of his soul that should never have been unleashed. The Pirau has been reborn, and he will reign over a world of chaos. X x X x X "Curse those Toa! This has been...an unfortunate setback, but..." "M..........A..........K.............U............T............A............" "W...what? What's going on...where am I?" "M...A...K...U...T...A..." "No! You...will not...escape..." "YOU...CAN...NOT...WIN..." "I will fight...your corruption..." "YOU...CAN...NOT...FIGHT...WHAT...IS...PART...OF...YOU..." "Even if I am permanently corrupted...I will take you with me to the grave..." "I...CAN...DESTROY...THE...TOA..." "Destroy...the Toa...yessss........NO!" "STOP...FIGHTING...MAKUTA...I...WILL...WIN..." "I'll stop you...no matter the cost!" "YOU...WILL...BREAK..." "I WILL DIE FIRST!" "THEN...SO...BE...IT..." "No! I made...a vow..." "YOUR...VOW...IS...BROKEN..." "NOOOOO!" "THE...PIRAU...IS...FREE..." X x X x X "Mata Nui...what is this?" the Onu-Matoran whispered, gazing at the cavern he had just uncovered. It was massive, bigger even than the one that housed Onu Koro, and the walls and impossibly high ceiling were lined with radiant crimson crystal...but was it crystal? It seemed to breathe, to pulse with a kind of heartbeat that no normal crystal could ever have. The Matoran leaned closer to a nearby cluster and stared at it intensely, trying desperately to determine its nature. "T......CH........M............" "What?" he gasped, looking around. He could have sworn...but that was impossible. He had been alone down here for weeks now. "The caves playing with my mind again." he decided, walking deeper into the cavern. As he grew closer to what he assumed was the center the crystals became larger and the clusters denser than those near the entrance. Then, as he rounded a particularly large cluster he saw it: sitting directly below the highest point in the cave, atop a throne of smaller stones, was a massive crystal, larger even than the Kini Nui itself. Its crimson light pulsed even stronger than those around it, and the Matoran felt himself drawn towards its myterious light. "TO..........CH.........M.....E......." "Who's there!?" he cried, spinning rapidly to scan the area, but there was nothing, nobody, there. With a nervous chuckle he turned back to the crystal. "What is this stuff?" he wondered out loud, stepping up to the cluster. "It gives off light, and..." he held his hand close to one. "Heat too. Could it be...something of the Makuta's? Or maybe it's from Mata Nui himself!" he said, getting excited. He would have to return to the village immediately. Turaga Whenua would want to know about this. "TOU...CH....ME...." There was that voice again, but this time the Matoran realized it wasn't coming from the cavern. It was coming from the crystal. He took a step back. "That's not a good sign..." he mumbled, but the light seemed to be tugging at him now. He wanted so badly to feel that heat again. It was so cold in the tunnels, even a Ko-Matoran would catch a chill. With a deep breath he stepped forward, inching his fingers slowly towards a nearby cluster. His fingers brushed against it, and nothing happened. "A.....GAIN......" "Well...once more can't hurt." he said, and he placed his hand over one of the larger crystals. At first, like last time, nothing happened. But as he moved to leave he felt a jolt of pain surge into his hand and up his arm. Crying out, he tried to pull his hand away, but the crystal clung to it, refusing to let go. He felt another surge, like lightning in his veins, and he could see the light from the crystal seeping into his armor, like it was trying to consume him. "YOU...ARE...MINE..." He cried out again, pushing his foot against the crystal in a desperate attempt to get free, and after a third jolt his hand came away. He fell to the ground, screaming and writhing in pain. The red light was climbing his arm now, and his leg from the bottom of his foot where he'd tried to pry himself from the evil crystal. Soon his body was enveloped in the light, and he screamed louder than he'd ever thought possible. "SUBMIT...TO THE CORRUPTION...YOU...ARE...MINE..." He screamed once more, and then he stopped. His body went limp, all of his energy sapped away. "Your...body...is...mine. Your...soul...is...mine. You...are...mine." And then he stood again, his eyes glowing with unnatural red light, his limbs stiff and aching. He stood and looked at the crystals and smiled. "Y...yo....you....are....m...m...mine.....I.....am....reborn..." he growled, placing his hand on the crystal. But this time the light greeted him like an old friend, wrapping him in cold energy. He felt his body changing, the limbs snapping and then resetting, the armor bending and stretching, the face distorting and then reforming, and when his change was complete he flexed his fingers, stretched his newly shaped limbs, and smiled. "I am reborn."

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Teaser... TELL ME... WHERE IS YOUR GREAT SPIRIT NOW? CALL HIM... CALL DOWN HIS WRATH UPON ME. YOU CANNOT? FOR HE DOES NOT EXIST. BOW BEFORE YOUR NEW GOD AND BE SPARED! coming soon... Review Topic

Sorry about that. I intended to post this and the story topic at the same time, but my computer has been experiencing problems and I was unable to create the topic. It should be up by the end of the day.