Search the Community
Showing results for tags 'toa'.
-
This is Kyrah, she's a Toa of Acid that will hopefully be appearing in my Knights of the Green storyline along with Neurox and Cirek. (Sorry about the low quality pictures, my battery was starting to die while I took them. I'll probably get some better ones soon).Name: KyrahElement: AcidMask and Weapons: Kanohi Zatth, Mask of Summoning, Acidic SpearSummary: The only surviving member of the Su-Matoran, Matoran of Acid. Kirah is very quick to threaten anyone who seems strange or dangerous, since she's afraid that she will die, thus ending her elemental tribe.Front: http://www.brickshel...kyrah_front.jpg New Front: http://www.brickshel...h_front_new.jpgBack: http://www.brickshel.../kyrah_back.jpg New Back: http://www.brickshel...ah_back_new.jpgMid Rubberband Closeup: http://www.brickshel...and_closeup.jpgSide Closeup: http://www.brickshel...ide_closeup.jpg
-
This is Neurox, another character that will hopefully be appearing in my Knights of the Green storyline. He's a Toa of Magnetism.Name: NeuroxElement: MagnetismMask and Weapons: Kanohi Pakari, Mask of Strength, Protosteel BoomerangSummary: Neurox originates from one of the southern islands. He is very skilled with his boomerang, and often uses magnetic blasts to control its path, and to pull it back after it's struck its target.Front: http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/Joev14/MOCS/Neurox/neurox_front.jpgBack: http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/Joev14/MOCS/Neurox/neurox_back.jpg
-
Alrightsy, this is Cirek. He's a Toa of Plasma that I built that will be appearing in my Knights of the Green Storyline pretty soon hopefully. The main focus was on the sword, I spent about an hour alone messing around with it until I felt like it looked good.Here's the little bio I made for him also...Name: CirekElement: PlasmaMask and Weapons: Kanohi Akaku, Mask of X-Ray Vision (Non-Functional), Plasmasteel Sword, 5 Plasmasteel DaggersInformation: Cirek's origins are unknown. He has a strange obsession with sharp weapons. His sword is hand made from an alloy that combines protosteel and solidified Plasma, allowing him to channel his powers through it and into foes if he makes contact with their body.Front: http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/Joev14/MOCS/Cirek/cirek_front.jpgBack: http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/Joev14/MOCS/Cirek/cirek_back.jpgFront Sword Drawn Pose: http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/Joev14/MOCS/Cirek/cirek_front_sword_drawn.jpgSword Close Up: http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/Joev14/MOCS/Cirek/cirek_sword.jpg
-
Well the title says it all! Worst lego theme ideas.Here are my ones:LEGO LEGOLEGO Twilight ( NOOOOOOOOOO! )LEGO Kitchen ( YAWN)LEGO MEGABLOKSLEGO Poop (LOL)LEGO BoxesLEGO Monster HighLEGO BarbieI WOULD hate lego twilight.And monster high. And barbie
-
The day when I will return to my comedies is on the horizon, but I believe that I shall take this time to sit down and pen this small tale...The Golden Age- A Short Story fan fiction by BZPower member X-RayThe room was small, but not cramped. There was a window built into the opposing wall, with no glass over it, only a rough sheet with two holes drilled into the corners, one of which hung on the right of a counterpart pair of rough iron spikes. There was a crude desk and stool on the left side of the room, as well as a bucket, and a more elaborate version of the sleep pallet on the right. The mat propped up off the floor -What was it called? A bed?- looked shabby and used. But then again, everything about the room, the whole building even, was like that.Turaga Dume knew, however, that the shabbiness was perfectly understandable.Where he came from, everything was shiny and new, constantly being repaired and cleaned, improved upon and polished, by expert craftsmen. There was no such attention to unnecessary maintenance in this city -No, it is more like a Koro, I believe, thought the Turaga- even if resources could be expended for that. Fortunately, a handful of Matoran hailing from Artakha had arrived last week, and were already working wonders in the village, much to the amazement, even bewilderment, of the main inhabitants, the Agori.Where Dume came from, the weather was always at its best, and the nearest desert sands were in Po-Metru, where he did not often go... not that there was much desert sand around this place anymore either. Until several months ago, and only for a few months before that even, he had been able to survey the whole of Metru Nui from the window of his comfortable chambers, high in the Coliseum.Of course, he reflected as he went over to the window, the tallest building in this town, Vulcanus, was only three stories tall, not counting the basement. And he was currently in that structure, the Vulcanus Officiary Building, known informally as “the hall.” Specifically, this room was reserved for visiting leaders and other important personages. Just what is that bucket for, I wonder?As the de facto leader of the Matoran people, Turaga Dume had traveled from the crash site of the colossal Mata Nui robot, in whose head he had once resided, to the village of Vulcanus, or what of it was being re-established after the... ah, sudden break up, of the briefly established Bara Magna mega-city. Dume meant to meet with Raanu, his effective counterpart in the young Spherus Magna government, which was at present little more than a loose and informal confederation of varied societies, who did not always get along. The fire Agori assigned to Dume had informed him that he and Raanu were very much alike, at least to this orderly's knowledge. They were to speak after a small banquet in the evening -Whatever a banquet is- for Raanu had been traveling as well, arbitrating a dispute between the Jungle Tribe a group of Le-Matoran. Apparently, the incident arose when some particularly impetuous air tribesmen from the island of Mata Nui had tried to do some vine swinging at Tesara. The locals were not amused.Dume lurched over to his new... bed, and sat down. It was not as comfortable as his sleep pallet in the Coliseum, but it was far better than the prison cell in which he had been residing for the last few months with his fellow Turaga. He knew that he had a lot of work in store for him, but he wasn't sure that he had what it took to lead the Matoran anymore. They needed a leader who could know what they knew, and who they were familiar with. Someone like Turaga Vakama, or Turaga Onewa, or Turaga Matau, even. Dume now knew that his detached, aloof ways may not have been for the best.He also wasn’t sure whether he had the strength. The journey from the Great Spirit robot had been very hard on his ancient form, even on a good mount, in pleasing weather. The trip had to be made by caravan through the new lush landscape, and had taken him, his entourage, and their Glatorian escorts a week to reach Vulcanus. At least they and the Toa in their group had refrained from any bickering, until they arrived in the town anyway. Dume yawned and set down his staff, stretched his arms, and leaned back. He had not traveled so far in a long time. A long... time... * * * "Are you quite ready, great leader?" called Toa Hain from outside in the courtyard."Be patient brother," called back Toa Dume, slightly annoyed at the Toa of air’s flippant tone of voice. "I'm almost ready." He shuffled through the weapons rack, vowing to give Zima a stern lecture when she came back from patrol. The Toa of Lightning simply did not know how to clean up after herself, no doubt trying to escape the chore of tidying the armory by feigning incompetence.Today was weapons practice day for the Toa Sudak who weren't on patrol at the moment, and that meant, after a brief widget flip, that Dume had their resident Toa of air as a sparring partner. The being was a noble and valiant warrior, skilled in many types of weapons. But Hain was also, as many of the tribe of Le were, a jester by nature, and thus was found by some serious types such as Dume to be annoying.But, thought the Toa of Fire, and recently elected leader of the Sudak, I shall be able to learn to better myself in the art of swordsmanship from my practice with him. With that thought, Dume finally found his favorite sword and shield, and ran to the courtyard.In the courtyard, Hain and Dume were standing with their weapons on one side, with some posts and fence pieces mounted in the ground should they need them. On the other side were Naiphak, the Toa of iron, and Apher, the Toa of water, who were practicing with staves among similar equipment.“There you are!” Hain said to Dume cheerfully. He did a forward flip in the Toa of fire’s direction, drawing his sword and landing in a fighting stance as he finished. “What took you so long?” Hain said. “You were in the armory for almost ten minutes.”“Remember how Zima ‘cleaned’ the armory last night?” said Dume.“Oh, right,” Hain replied, knowing that nothing more needed to be said. “Zimmy really needs to, heh heh, clean up her act.” Hain then burst into a fit of cackling at his own joke, but soon realized that Dume was only looking at him strangely. “Um, very well then,” said Hain, quickly adding “great leader. We’ll start by reviewing Gukko Form, before moving on to Muaka.”“Alright,” said Dume, trying to keep his patience. Even after two weeks, his election as team leader was still a source of mockery for Hain, as well as Tolek, the Toa of Stone. “Let’s start then.”For the rest of the morning, Dume and Hain practiced various methods and forms, and sparred a few times. Dume was stronger and tougher than his opponent, but Hain had the advantage of speed, agility, and experience. There was no danger of either of them harming each other. The weapons being used at the moment had been crafted by Naiphak to be blunted, and therefore of little practical use than as bludgeons, and not very good bludgeons at that. But they were just fine for practice.After Dume had been slammed into the ground for the third time, Hain glanced at the sundial and noted that it was now a half hour past noon. “Break time, Dume,” he said, helping his partner off the ground. Dume, for his part, thanked the Toa of air for his patience, stretched out his joints, and then stumbled over to the fountain for drink of water. Naiphak and Apher were there as well.Hain took his marked cup form a shelf engraved into the side of the fountain. He took a deep, refreshing drink. Nothing like cold water on a hot day after training, he thought. Noting that Apher was standing next to him, he said to her, “Everything good on your end of the court?”The sapphire armored Toa glanced up from her cup, and gave a smile. Apher, like most of the other Toa on the eight member team, was a stranger to the Fe-Koro area. She wore a Kanohi Pakari, the mask of Strength. “Fine enough for Naiphak,” she said, “bad for my sides. I’m still having trouble getting my head around staff fighting.”“You could try something else then,” said Hain good-naturedly. “Some weapons just come easier to certain beings than others. Like say, oh, I don’t know… sword?”“No, no,” said Apher, holding up a flattened palm. “I chose this weapon to work on, and I’m going to stick with it-”“Ha! Stick!” exclaimed Hain, snickering behind his Kanohi Kakama. “Get it? Staff? Stick?”“And- and I’m going to practice with it for more than four days before trying something new,” finished Apher, before letting a “heh heh” escape her mouth. No matter how dumb Hain’s jokes got, there was still cause for laughter; Hain’s determination to not stop telling them. And some of them were actually pretty funny.Dume and Naiphak, meanwhile, had wandered over to the gates leading to the outside of the courtyard. This courtyard, when not being used as a training area for the Sudak, was actually a weathered sports arena, as evidenced by the several seats built around it. The Sudak each had individual homes throughout the town, and the fountain could be lowered into the ground when not needed. The rest of the practice equipment was portable.Naiphak climbed up into the bleachers, and peered over the upper guard rails. He saw the Matoran going about their work, trading, crafting, repairing, moving, guarding in the case of the local patrol, resting, healing, talking, arguing, and, in general, living.“How is it in the town?” called Dume from below the seats.Naiphak looked over his shoulder and called back, “Everything seems to be normal.” Naiphak looked again. He spotted Tyothis, the team’s other Toa of fire, standing watch at the west gate, making sure that incoming and outgoing carts had everything in order, chosen for that task because he wore the Kanohi Akaku, the mask of x-ray vision. He saw Zima, the Toa of Lightning, lazily strolling along the top of the town wall, before disappearing behind a building which obscured the Toa of Iron’s vision. He witnessed Tolek, the Toa of Stone, accidently bump over a fruit stand in the market place, and then hastily apologize to the infuriated owner while trying to help fix the stand. And he observed Juin, the Toa of Ice, talking with Turaga Settu, the village leader and former Toa of Iron, as well as Naiphak’s mentor.By this time, Dume had climbed up into the bleachers and was now standing next to Naiphak, looking over his adopted home. Upon seeing Tolek’s predicament, he was prompted to wonder aloud, “The Matoran have yet to get used to our presence, I see.”“How did it take you to get used to having a Toa around your village?” said Naiphak, narrowing his eyes at the Toa of fire.“We had no Toa in my village,” replied Dume icily, now regretting starting a conversation with Naiphak. The two had been opponents for the position of leader of the Toa Sudak, and there was still some sore wounds over the election. “We only had a worn out Turaga of Water, a handful of hot-headed Ta-Matoran, and the late Barraki Mantax who occasionally visited our village to hunt in our forest.”“You actually saw Mantax?” said Naiphak incredulously. Only Tyothis had been at the battle where Brotherhood of Makuta forces had soundly defeated the armies of the League of Six Kingdoms, and even he only got quick look at the Barraki, before they vanished out of the plane of existence. Rumors quickly flared up that Mata Nui had exacted punishment on them, but the Brotherhood of Makuta had recently rejected that possibility in a public announcement.“Once,” said Dume. “On that particular day, he took two of our villagers and used them as bait for the Muaka he was hunting in the forest. They both survived, but neither of them ever went into the forest again after that, and one of them has only one arm.”There was silence for a moment. Naiphak shook his head, still confounded after all these years on how Mata Nui could have appointed such depraved beings as rulers. Tolek had opined in past discussions that the Barraki were once good and just beings, but had become corrupted by power and greed, while Tyothis vehemently argued that the Barraki had always had souls of rot, and that they just became more inept at concealing that rot.After a few minutes, Dume said, “I’m going to send out Apher to check in with the others.” He went from his spot in the bleachers and hopped over the bottom wall into the courtyard. “Apher!” he called to his teammate, “Go check in on the others! Report any suspicious activity.”“Yes sir!” came her reply. The Toa of water took her staff, running over to the side entrance, before disappearing into the darkness of the indoors section of the arena.Naiphak came from behind Dume to stand beside him. “It looks like we have a quiet afternoon ahead of us, Dume.”“As a wise being once said,” said the Toa of fire, “’never assume.’” * * * Apher had a pretty clear view in marketplace. After all, she, like the majority of Toa, stood about the same size as one Matoran standing on another’s shoulders. Thus, even though the crowd swarmed around her like ocean waves, she had no trouble wading about in it. At least I could swim in the ocean, thought Apher. She missed her hometown, a little fishing village about thirty kio southwest of Fe-Koro. But when the call came for local Toa to band together in order to protect the Southern Continent from rouge Barraki soldiers, she knew that she had to go.In her three months as a member of the Toa Sudak, she had wrestled ash bears, vanquished bandits, and mediated every argument among the team from who should be leader to who had to clean the armory. Apher understood the need for a peacemaker, but often tired of her unofficial role. At least things have been mostly peaceful this month.Out of the corner of her eye, Apher spotted Tolek stacking some crates. “There,” he said, rubbing his hands together, “good as new.”“Thank you, Toa Tolek,” said a Fe-Matoran standing next to a pile of smashed bula berries. “Now, go to Karzahni.”Tolek sighed, rumbling along in a different direction, but brightened when he saw Apher. “Sister!” he said, moving quickly toward her. Tolek stood about a head taller than Apher, and wore a bronze Kanohi Hau, the mask of shielding. “What’s the word?”“Dume just told me to check in on all of you,” replied Apher. “Any suspicious activity?”“None,” said Tolek, patting the horn he carried around his neck. “We all know what to do in case of an emergency, though.” He noted a dented portion of her torso armor. “How’s stave practice going?”“Better than wrestling last week,” said Apher, glancing down at her own horn. “Thanks for asking.”Apher continued over to Juin, the Toa of Ice, currently in deep conversation with Turaga Settu.“…and furthermore, Turaga, it would be irresponsible to leave the surrounding villages perpetually unattended," said Juin.“But,” said the Turaga from behind his Kanohi Miru, “this village’s mines are more important to the larger economy than any other in the region.”“Yes, I understand that,” came Juin’s reply, “but if the other municipalities fall prey to bandits and the like, there won’t be any ‘larger economy’ to worry about!”Perfect, thought Apher, another quarrel for me to squelch. Taking a deep breath, she approached the two debaters and addressed them both, saying, “Turaga, Juin, what in Mata Nui’s name are you two arguing about?”“We, dear sister,” said Juin in his dulcet tones, “have been discussing the merits of having all the Toa bottled up in Fe-Koro, or else spreading out to patrol our own sections of the countryside.”“Which is my decision, Toa,” interjected Turaga Seetu. A grizzled veteran with a pitted gray Miru, he and the Toa, including Dume, were often at odds on how to best run the southwestern region of the Southern Continent.“There hasn’t been an attack on the village in over a month!” cried Juin. The Toa of ice was so agitated that his Great Komau began to shake. “And besides, the cost alone to house all of us-”“Juin,” said Apher, “I don’t mean to interrupt, but aren’t you supposed to be on patrol at the mines?”“The mi-?” said Juin, completely forgetting the argument. “Er, truly, I have neglected my duty. I shall go at once.” The Toa of ice turned towards the gate, but not before leaving a final word for the Turaga. “We aren’t yet finished, Turaga. Dume agrees with me, and he said you both would discuss this matter in detail at another ti-”“Get to your post!” yelled the aged Turaga. “Remember the three virtues! Unity, duty, destiny! In the interest of unity, do you duty, or your destiny will be to polish my staff with your tongue!”Apher eyed Seetu’s worn walking staff as Juin went on his way out. It was made out of the finest iron, with a large green gem embedded in the top.“Thank you, by the way,” said Seetu to Apher. “I thought I’d never get rid of him. Rookies, think they know everything because they went to some fancy school.”“You’re welcome sir,” said Apher, “but I didn’t do it for you. I’m interested in the unity of this team, but I’ll leave the management to our leaders.”“Yeah, yeah, sure,” said Seetu, walking away to his shelter. "Turaga Jovan, he'd like you." He glanced over his shoulder before going in out of the bright sunlight.Apher continued over to the bottom of the wall near Zima, the Toa of electricity. “Anything to report?” she called.Zima looked down and made chopping motion with her hand, and then walked along.“Alright then,” shouted Apher. “Thanks, I guess.”Apher’s last stop to make to was at Tyothis’ post. The old fellow sat in the shade, allowing two Fe-Koro guardsmen to do most of the work. His spear was stuck in the ground next to him, but his shield remained strapped to his front arm.“Toa Tyothis!” she called, walking up to the aged Toa. “How are things at the front gate?”“Just fine and dandy,” said Tyothis. He got up, stretched his muscles, and adjusted the shield mounted to his arm. He then took his spear and walked over to Apher. The gate was empty now, but was generally busier in the morning and evening.“How’s staff practice going?” said the Toa of fire.“Good, good,” said Apher. “Any suspicious activity to report?”“Well,” said Tyothis, “we had one wagon with a load of something metal in a box, but it turned out to just be a bunch of iron nails. We had another feller’ with a small herd of Mahi, but they were all right, though one of them-”“Caravan!” shouted the lookout in the tower next to the gate. An ussel cart pulling a cage on wheels, containing a snorting Kane-Ra bull, came towards the gate. A Le-Matoran drove the cart, a Ga-Matoran and a Po-Matoran sitting alongside him.“Well, what have we got here?” said Tyothis. He went over to the cart as the two Fe-Matoran guards ordered it to come to a stop. “You got a license for this here Kane-Ra bull?” said the Toa of fire to the Le-Matoran.“I beg your pardon,” said the Le-Matoran from behind a teal Noble Komau, “but the great Janbar does not have a license! He is wild, untamed, the greatest of his kind, and I, Boroval, am the only one who can tame-”“Do you or do you not have a license?” interrupted Tyothis. Tyothis had little patience for pomp of any kind, and was at this moment not liking this Boroval one bit.“We have a license,” said one the Po-Matoran, pulling a stone tablet from his pack. “Here, sir Toa.”Tyothis examined the license. It was worn and a little crumbled, but it was valid. “See about renewing the thing soon,” he said, handing the tablet back to the Po-Matoran.Meanwhile, Apher noticed that the bull was becoming more and more agitated. It moved crazily about in the cage, eyeing its surroundings with venom.“Rahi like the Kane-Ra bull need open fields and pasture land,” opined Apher. “It’s going mad in that cage.”“Fear not, fair water maiden,” said Boroval majestically. “In the arena, before me, this beast is a gentle as our ussel crab. Come, see our show tomorrow night and-”“Move along,” said Tyothis, waving his spear. The cart moved along, but the bull continued to stare at Tyothis. It snorted, and charged against the bars, the impact shaking the cart and nearly sending the Ga-Matoran over the side.“Sirs!” shouted Apher. “Your bull seems to be extremely agitated. I would advise that you leave the village and-”It was too late. The Kane-Ra bull slammed its head against the bars of its cage a second and final time before they were broken loose from the wooden frame. The bars clattered onto the ground as the bull jumped from the cart, moving around, looking for something to charge at. It spotted Tyothis, standing in his dusty red armor, shield and spear at the ready. The Kane-Ra bull let out a bellow, and began to summon its strength for a charge.Apher was glued to her spot in abject horror at the situation. But training took over, and she reached for her horn, put it to her lips, and blew. * * * Dume looked up from his sparring match with Hain, the distinct sound of the alarm horn echoing throughout the village. “Go!” he shouted. “It’s the alarm!”The three Toa, Dume, Naiphak, and Hain, raced to the armory to retrieve their Toa tools. Dume took his Ember Blade from its spot, Naiphak his mace, and Hain his sword and shield.“Hain!” said Dume. “Scout the situation!”Hain nodded, knowing that now was not the time for wisecracks. In a blur of green, he rushed from the armory with the power of his mask of speed, and was back again in an instant.“Kane-Ra bull in the market place,” he said, catching his breath as he did. “Tolek, Apher, and Tyothis are trying to keep it in one place, but their efforts aren’t going to hold up for long.”“We’ll settle that!” declared Dume. “Here’s the plan. I and Naiphak will distract the Rahi. Kane-Ra bulls are agitated by the color red, so it will naturally charge at me. Hain, you get Zima, she has the mask of Rahi control. Now go!”“Yes sir!” said Hain, before departing once more.“We’ll distract the beast?” said Naiphak to Dume, trying to keep pace with his leader’s stride.“Yes,” said Dume, igniting his sword. “Your Kanohi Calix might just come in handy.”The two came out of the stadium, finding a largely deserted market place. Most of the Matoran had bolted themselves into their homes, only a few cowering in the shadows while a despairing opera played out before them.Apher was attempting to use her mask of strength to wrestle the Kane-Ra bull to the ground. Tolek was apparently trying to wall the bull in, his lack of success betrayed by several broken stone slabs jutting out of the ground. Tyothis was standing his ground across from Tolek, with Apher and the Kane-Ra between them, but limping. He had his spear couched beneath his arm, his shield over his torso. An overturned cart lay off to the side, on Tyothis’ right.Dume waved his sword at the bull, prancing about on his toes. “Rahi, come forth!” he yelled, swishing his blazing sword back and forth. Naiphak for his part slammed his mace into the ground.Apher looked at Dume, her eyes screaming, Are you insane?“Let go, Apher! I have a plan!” shouted Dume. “Trust me!”Apher nodded, and then let go.The charging Kane-Ra bull galloped in Dume’s direction, snorting, growling even, its eyes full of hate and rage. Dume looked it right in the eye, fully intending to leap out of the way at the last possible second, to play a game of cat and mouse with the bull- when it suddenly stopped.Naiphak looked to the right, and saw Zima coming forward with her hand outstretched, her mask glowing from use. The Kane-Ra bull stopped as though on a leash, digging its hooves into the ground to stop its charge. It then proceeded to turn around, slowly rumbling towards Zima, before collapsing into a sitting position.“Sleep,” commanded Zima. The bull lowered its head and closed its eyes.Dume hadn’t been happier to see his fellow Toa any day before now. “Perfect, Zima!” he called. “Tolek! Make a pit for the beast.”As Tolek did as he was ordered, Dume spotted Juin arriving from the direction of the gate. Tyothis, meanwhile, had dropped his spear, and was leaning on Apher. “Juin!” called Dume, “Help Apher move Tyothis to his shelter! He is injured!”“Yes sir!” came the reply from the Toa of ice. Discarding his blade-staffs, Juin took Tyothis’ shield arm, and walked off with him towards Tyothis’ hut, not far from their current location.While all of this was going on, Matoran began to stream out of their homes, slowly filling up the area. Naiphak quickly created an iron fence to surround the bull pit, while Tolek and Zima directed curious Matoran away from it.Turaga Seetu came through the crowd, led by Hain, and approached Dume and Naiphak. The four beings stood, starring at each other in an awkward silence. Then, Seetu shouted, “Three cheers for the Toa Sudak, who have saved our village on this day!”The crowd of Matoran burst into applause, cheering and clapping in an excited manner which Dume had never before seen in the village’s populace.“Sudak! Sudak! Sudak!” they cried with all of their might. Dume could only stand and wave approvingly, Naiphak and Hain doing the same.“Turaga!” said a voice next to Dume. “Turaga Dume! Turaga Dume!” * * * Suddenly, Turaga Dume woke up.He looked around, seeing a red face against the dark ceiling. He looked up towards his window. It was night out.“Turaga, sir,” said the Agori attendant. “The banquet is in one hour, and I was told to come and let you know.”“Eh… yes, of course,” said Dume, righting himself into a sitting position on the bed. How long was I asleep? he thought. “I’m sorry, what is your name?” he said to the Agori.“Kyry, sir,” said the fire Agori.Dume adjusted his mask. It had gone crooked as he lay asleep. “Kyry,” he said, “please send for my aide, Aft.”“Yes sir,” said Kyry. He gave a slight nod, and then turned and left the room.Perhaps there is more for me to do yet, thought Dume. What else are old duffers like me for anyway?About ten minutes later, Aft came into Dume’s room. “You sent for me, Turaga?”“Yes, Aft. I want you to prepare a message for Kopeke the chronicler while I go to Raanu’s banquet.” Dume stood up to stretch his legs. He took his cane from its position leaning next to the wall.“In this message,” said Dume, looking Aft in the eye, which was hard because Aft wore a Kanohi Akaku, “tell the chronicler that I wish to share with him my years as a Matoran and Toa, for the sake of posterity. I wish to begin as soon as possible.”“Yes sir,” said Aft, nodding. The fire Matoran bowed, and then left the room.Dume then sat back down on the bed, ready for Kyry to come back to escort him to the banquet. Yes, perhaps there is still a duty for me yet. The End
-
Here's my drawing of Gali Mistika which I did while listening to MakutaFest 2012 Copics, Sharpies, Prismacolor Cool Grey markers and colored pencils Variant on the head: http://www.majhost.com/gallery/sik1276/CBart/ConceptArt/galimistikavariant.png
-
For those of you that have read my epic, When The Month Ends, here's my MOC of the main antagonist of the story, Korahn. Long ago, he served Makuta Chirox as one of his guardians. Korahn was the designated leader of the team. At some point during their service, Chirox gifted the team with black armour and weaponry of his own design. Korahn wears a Great Kanohi Faxon, the Mask of Kindred. His weapon has two capabilities. One, when coupled with his power, can summon gusts of wind that can enable him to fly for a limited distance. Two, it can copy any attack used against Korahn and he can use it for up to ten minutes against an opponent (similar to Keetongu's shields/rhotuka power, only with a longer effect).Korahn is a dark-spirited Toa with a dark view of things. In other words, he does what is right, but usually not in the way it should be done. He likes to bend the rules as much as he can, and while he stands for justice, he clearly does not follow the Toa Code, evidenced by his willingness to kill. He also tends to rely on the power of his mask, using it more often than his tool or his natural elemental Air power. Why this is, not even his closest friend and teammate, Kolvat, can tell. Unlike most Toa of Air, he is not as clumsy on flat ground, and nor is he as light-hearted and easy-going, due to his time as Chirox's servant.And now, onto the pictures!PoseFront (sorry for the blurriness)BackWeaponWith DemrusComments and criticism appreciated!Edit: Image thumbnailed - please keep posted images in BBC to 100 kB or less! Click on the thumbnail to load up the full image.-Wind-
-
Hello all!This will be my first MOC post on the site, so if I mess anything up majorly, please inform me. Sotiro is a unique Toa with the ability to control certain celestial events and forces, e.g. supernovas and black holes. Not much backstory other than that; the MOC itself was strongly inspired by the Transformers Prime incarnation of Soundwave.Brickshelf Gallery: http://www.brickshelf.com/cgi-bin/gallery.cgi?f=505849MOCpage:http://www.mocpages.com/moc.php/327636(I'm not completely certain of how to resize images; if that is a problem then I apologize.)
-
Hello again!For my second MOC post, I have Tabimir, a dark Toa of Iodine. After experimenting with his elemental abilities and his knack for robotics, Tabimir has created a series of robots- the Iodine Arsenal- running on iodine-based fuel cells. There is a unique twist to this, however; the Arsenal is not only autonomous robots- they possess the ability to transform, split, and combine as powerful weaponized armor for Tabimir.Tabimir Gallery:http://www.brickshelf.com/cgi-bin/gallery.cgi?f=509841Iodine Arsenal Gallery:http://www.brickshelf.com/cgi-bin/gallery.cgi?f=509844Full Armor Form Gallery:http://www.brickshelf.com/cgi-bin/gallery.cgi?f=509843MOCpage: http://www.mocpages.com/moc.php/328783( Please note, any parts that appear to be pink are actually bright red. )
-
As if we don't have enough drawings of Tahu Mata. :PThis my first successful attempt at drawing 3D, so it's not the best.LinkComments and Criticism appreciated!
-
I moved this from my bohrok alt universe thread. Krana Guy .5a while ago I made a guy which you could stick a krana into. He was preety awesome, but I apparently never took a picture, and it is so hard to build the same thing twice. My pathetic attempt at recreating this awesome moc can be seen here: http://www.brickshel...ok/dsc_1809.jpg"Krana Guy 2.0"I redesigned him, and this one is a lot better. Weapons are comming soon, and I know the pics are kind of dark, but this is what I have. http://www.brickshel...ok/dsc_1868.jpgThis one is a good guy, he is a prototype for krana that blend in better with toa, but he was to independent and defied his creators. He might be a bit tall to blend in, but I think he is good. Also, his arms are completely one arm, not 2 identical weapons held by short stubby arms, even though it looks looks like that.
-
This is a PBZP for Blendercat Toa of Coldplay, he requested me a white, metru blue and possibly metru green Toa with a Matatu and two swords. So here is it, upgraded with Vahki technology (hence the blades) because I thought it'd look cool.Vahki-upgraded ToaI literally "recycled" Tornado Toad (PBZP T #2) to build this guy. That's why the torso design is the same. And quite a lot of TT's pieces are back in Blendercat. Just wanted to try the "MOC-recycling" technique I thought of recently. Thoughts?
-
Alright, so a friend of mine asked me if I would post pics of this old MOC I made for a character in my series, Shadows of Miserix.So here it is. no, it's not my best work, but I built it about 2 years ago.Front: http://www.brickshel...trelk_front.jpgFront with spear drawn: http://www.brickshel...lamethrower.jpgMinigun: http://www.brickshel...elk_minigun.jpg
-
I think I'm getting better with poses. Pyroa was the runner up an old vote poll. Losing to Isis. I saw my old pic of her and almost fell off my chair at how horrible it looked. So I felt I'd revamp it so she'd look awesome. Can you find the Akamai family symbols? I shaped her Hau too look more unique from her brother's so that it would look more feminine and to prevent mask cloning. Backstory: Pyroa's toa canister arrived on shore during a celebration of one of the Toa Nuva's more recent victories. She was immediately spotted by two matoran who were walking along the beach. The toa were alerted and brought to the beach to meet her. She claims to be Toa Tahu's twin sister, Tahu was skeptical at first but later accepted this fact as she further explained that she knew where Tahu came from, who his parents were, and most interestingly, who he was before his mind was wiped. He was also shocked at the fact Pyroa had wings and a tail. Slowly but surely she earns each of the toa's trust through venturing Mata Nui and it's inhabitants. However, one toa was not so certain. Toa Kopaka. Suspicious of this woman who just dropped in out of nowhere, he hated to admit that he was worried for his brethren's safety. Kopaka takes Pyroa out for a tour of Ko-Koro. No sooner do they encounter trouble with a frightened matoran who was being chased by a ravenous Kane-Ra... To hear more, be sure to read Shadow-Lockheed's fanfic, BIONICLE: Tale of the Twins. It is one of the most exciting fanfic's I've read and quite well written to boot. You can find her story on Deviantart. Enjoy! Pyroa © Shadow-Lockheed Her Revamp Design © Me. Bionicle © LEGO
-
This is just a quick sketch I made of Takanuva. It actually took longer to get a good picture of it than to draw it. LinkLet me know what you think!
-
I tried drawing Gali Mata, so Here it is.The inspirtation for the backround I got from MNOG2 Here.Overall, I kind of like it but I feel theres lot of things wrong with it that could have easily been done better, like with all my drawings. But, I am still just a amateur at art as of right now, let alone drawing bionicles. But..I tried and it turned out decent I would say, for my level.Anymore, constructive critism accepted, I would take any suggestions and what else to use to make bionicle drawings seem better.I used a pencil for sketching out the picture, and I used pigment ink to ink the sketches. And black marker to color in the pure black things like the inside of the hut. Anyways, I'm not sure if I'm using hatching shading really good, and I'm also combining pencil shading with hatching shading which i'm not sure is working well, so, I'm not sure if this is why the art seems messy. What about screentones? Or are those only for professional use really? Anyways, like i said, all constructive critism accepted.Edit 7/2/12: I colored the picture, so here it is: http://fc02.devianta...195-d55s90p.jpg I was actually aiming to trying to make it perfect by filling in every pixel with color, i kind of accomplished that but then it seemed for a chore than fun I guess, so I did most of it and so here it is. I had to use the paintbrush tool also to color in single white/lighter/darker pixels and to color over the hatching shading lines. I also use painbucket which helped in ways too, so nothing really special, as I'm still just an a decent beginner. But this was all done in Gimp 2, and I'm satified with the result. But still, I accept constructive critism.Edit 7/12/12: Yay more CC, well yeup thanks all. I'll try it and use everything you told me, and I think you mean drawing from life. Yeup I do that too, but havn't thought about fruit yet, I guess I'll try that one day.Edit 7/13.12: I updated the colored picture a small amount. I gave gali some shading, and shaded the shadows a bit differently, so I just though I'd let you know. http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2012/195/2/3/gali_mata_by_kv195-d55s90p.jpg
-
This is the review thread for the Bionicle Epic: Dark Forces. I'd love to hear anyone's criticism or reviews on the story as it progresses. This is the first Bionicle Epic I've ever written, so I suppose I'm a newbie, but I have written other FF or stories in the past. So my story is obviously not cannon, it takes place in the alternate universe, blah, blah, blah. I just wanted to see how a story with a team of original Toa, and mostly original Dark Hunters squaring it off would pan out. My writing may be a bit more dark, and heavy on the action/violence than other epics, but that is just how I enjoy writing my stories.As for why they are called the Toa Draconis? You'll have to read the story as it progresses to find out. Also if there are any Inconsistencies in the story, that don't fit in with the Bionicle Universe, please feel free to point them out. I tried to do as much research as I could, and went off my memory of the Bionicle Universe etc. Also you will see guns in the story, I adapted them to fit in better with the Bionicle universe, instead of shooting normal bullets, they are just special Cordak blasters, Cordak pistols etc, etc. This isn't your average Toa team, and their journey won't be like the journey of any Toa before them.Also a note on masks, if I used a Mask power already in existence in the story, for example the Mask of Quick Travel will appear in the story, except the power will be changed, or slightly amplified, the Toa Draconis masks are different than normal Kanohi's, and some of their Mask Powers have been amplified.http://www.bzpower.c...?showtopic=6015 ((The story))
-
This is my flash fire entry. It is hand drawn and computer edited. I may do others, but I'm not sure.Takua
-
Many of you may have seen my old topic, and some grreat comments have inspired me to improve my designs. Here are the changes that I made:All: Color fixes, head realignment and scaling, removing parts of legs and torso for a less cluttered look.Tahu: Changed mask to better fit his personality.Lewa: A dramatically improved Mask, my best piece of work to date, IMOAnd here they are!TahuLewaKopakaOnuaPohatuGaliGalleryWhen the gallery is public, you may want to open up the old ones for a side-by-side comparisonI hope you like these!
-
Little short story I wrote about a year or two ago about a Toa's fall to the dark side. This all takes place in my canon universe so there will be discrepancies. Oh well.-Janus Fallen Footsteps echoed loudly down the dimly lit corridor, causing the inhabitants of the adjacent cells to shy away from the doors from which they had clamored loudly but minutes before. With the heavy tread of an executioner the footsteps descended, each time the metal clod boot filling the air with fragments of stone and dust. Wary eyes watched from either side as the imposing figure made his way down the line, each breathing a sigh of relief as their cell was passed. Finally the footsteps ceased and there hung an uneasy silence in the air. It was this silence that at last awoke the prisoner from his reverie.Rubbing his bleary eyes to clear his mind of dreams that were not dreams and a reality that didn’t seem entirely real, the prisoner gazed around futilely. He knew as he always had that his cell was kept in perfect darkness, but he was keenly aware of a change. Something had happened and he wanted to know exactly what it was…and so he strained his eyes to pierce the veil of the darkness, seeking something that he did not know.“Toa.” A rough voice growled from beyond the shadows. The prisoner paused, his eyes flickering with confusion; was it talking to him? As if to affirm his suspicion the voice spoke again.“Toa, you’re going to get a little present today.” It muttered with dark humor, and as he blinked the prisoner saw a vision of a brutish and hunched form, covered in chains and jagged pieces of metal. He knew the voice who spoke to him, he just…didn’t. His memories were things of ether, constantly swimming in and out of his grasp. At times they were strong and solid, then all at once they would turn formless and he would be lost in a sea of fog. A barking laugh interrupted his thoughts.“Pathetic, really” The voice said smugly. “To think that you once caused us such problems…now you can’t even speak!” The prisoner stayed silent, knowing that he was being goaded. He’d been here long enough to know how the guards worked.There was a heavy grinding sound as the guard turned on his heel, the stones beneath his feet cracking loudly. Then the heavy footsteps began again, this time leaving the prisoner in his darkness. Fear momentarily flooded his body, piercing his limbs with a cold fire. Then as though a wave had washed over it, the flame faltered and died. This was his life now, he held no fear of death…they’d already made it apparent that he was not going to die.The steps ceased midway through their stride and he heard the grinding of the guard pivoting to face the isolated cell where he remained.“Oh. I almost forgot.” The guard growled with a malicious eagerness. “Your present.”The prisoner remained still as he waited. His mind and body had been tortured so many times that it no longer surprised him. In his minds eye he could still see the scars and burns that had been inflicted on him.“You get a very special visit from our leader himself…” the voice said. The prisoner paused, his entire body going rigid with shock as the words entered his ears.“The Shadowed One.” The guard whispered with reverence and fear. “I hope you’re up to it, Toa.The guard said nothing after that, instead continuing his trek from the bowels of the prison, but even if he had the prisoner wouldn’t have heard it. The Shadowed One. He knew that name, he knew that name in a way he couldn’t describe. As though all of his memories up until this point had been cleared away simply so that one name could be etched, imprinted…carved into the very fabric of his mind. For the first time in a long while the prisoner felt afraid.A heavy slam filled the corridor signaling the exit of the guard and almost instantly the screaming began. Some pleaded for help, others vowed revenge, still others simply cried with great wracking sobs that shook their frames. The prisoner took no notice of any of this. Long ago he had, long ago his heart had wept for each individual in the prison, long ago he had vowed to save them. He remembered that, or perhaps they let him remember that to punish him further, to make him suffer.The prisoner closed his eyes and leaned back against the cold stone wall, the dull ache of his muscles barely noticeable as cloudy visions filled his mind. He vaguely remembered life before he was imprisoned…he had brothers. Fellow Toa? His mind swam as strange distorted images appeared. He could only see dim outlines of his team in his mind, shadowy figures with nothing to define them…all except him. Though his name still danced out of reach the prisoner knew his face well. A golden Kanohi that rested upon his face and smug, condemning eyes: The Toa of fire who led them all to ruin. The Toa of fire who had abandoned him and left him to rot in this prison.The prisoner felt rage seeping through his body, igniting his blood and whirling through his already chaotic mind. He remembered him, and he would not forget the vow he had made so long ago.The prisoner rubbed his eyes wearily, his mind struggling to regain its focus, but it was too late: Fuzzy images of days long past appeared, as though conjured by some invisible sorcerer, and danced in the darkness of his mind.“Brother!” the prisoner looked around the confines of his cell, his wild eyes roving the ever-present darkness.“Brother! What you are suggesting is unacceptable!” the prisoner closed his eyes and found himself looking at a strange sight. The Toa of fire was arguing with another Toa, this one clad in dark armor that seemed to soak up the blackness of the night sky.“And why is that, brother?” The second Toa retorted, his sharp mask thrust before the face of the Toa of fire. “Whatever it takes to defeat the Dark Hunters, we should do.” He hissed. The golden armored Toa glanced downward at his fellow, his eyes calm.“Toa do not take lives, brother.” Was all that he said. Then, as though a heavy fog had descended, the figures of the two Toa vanished into darkness.Remaining still, the prisoner waited, breathing deeply. He knew that it wasn’t yet complete, that these things, whether they were memories or hallucinations did not simply appear and vanish…and so he waited.He didn’t have to wait long. Almost as soon as he had opened his eyes he realized something was wrong. No longer was he in the comforting confines of his dark cell. No, he stood amidst the walls of a tall canyon, its rough stone jutting high into the air and allowing only a scant amount of light to shine. Before him stood the same two Toa as before, somehow no more clear in the light of day than they had been in the shadows of night.“I cannot accept this plan, brother. If you choose this undertaking, you will be alone. I will not support you in this.” The Toa of fire spoke, his infuriatingly calm voice igniting the prisoner’s blood.“Fine.” The second Toa spat, his angled mask barely concealing the hate-filled look he shot toward his leader. “Then I’ll do it myself. I’ll end the threat myself.” Then, turning his back on the crimson Toa he unholstered his weapon and threw it to the ground.“You can keep this, brother.” He said angrily. “I don’t need it anymore.”Suddenly a blinding white light pierced through the vision, washing away the images of the two Toa’s argument and causing the prisoner to thrash in agony. The prisoner screamed as his hands clutched his mask, desperately trying to conceal his eyes from the painful light. He was so wrapped up in his pain that he didn’t even notice a voice was speaking to him.“Reminiscing, were you?” came a low gravelly voice, which while calm, held an edge like that of a knife. The prisoner slowly allowed his hands to fall from his mask as he opened his eyes. Blinking back tears he raised his head to look at his tormentor and found himself looking deep into the baleful eyes of the leader of the Dark Hunters: The Shadowed One.An unreadable look on his face, The Shadowed One stood just outside of the prisoner’s cell, only a small square opening revealing him. It was at this time that the prisoner realized just how small his cell had become—he remembered how expansive it had seemed when he first arrived, a massive catacomb that dwarfed him in size…he only imagined it was used for psychological tactics. But now it seemed so small, almost claustrophobic. Perhaps he was just too used to it?“I am talking to you, Toa. Why don’t you respond?” Came the voice of the Dark Hunter leader, and for once the prisoner relished the chance to see the face of who was speaking to him. To watch with rapt attention as the muscles moved beneath the surface of the skin, to see the way the eyes glowed as different syllables were pronounced. It was something he hadn’t seen for quite some time.“Come now, Toa, you haven’t broken. I know you.” The imposing figure said, his voice calm. “You’re stronger than that.” He said simply, his eyes boring into the prisoner’s own. Where once the prisoner had stared in captivation at his movements, he now found himself shrinking from the figure, his eyes flickering as his gaze darted about the room, desperate not to meet eyes with the towering figure.“You’ve taken everything I’ve had and more.” The Shadowed One said slowly, punctuating every word as he spoke. “You’ve taken tortures both mental and physical. Tortures beyond belief. And yet still you stand strong.” Tentatively the prisoner brought his head up, his eyes still unable to remain in one spot. He could not bring himself to look into those flaming eyes that had seen so much, but there was something about his voice, something sinuous and smoky, that crept into his hear and made him want to listen and hear what it was that was said.”Where has that proud spirit gone now?” The Shadowed One mused, his voice nearly a whisper. “When we first met you were full of righteous fury, bringing a whirlwind down upon this very island. Now you sit here in darkness and silence.” As he spoke the Shadowed One leaned in closer to the door, his voice turning to a hiss.“Surely you can do better.”At this the prisoner cocked his head to the side, his eyes taking on a far away look as he wrestled with his memories. In his minds eye he saw the Dark Hunter fortress jutting upward from the rock as the stormy sea raged all about it. He saw the small craft that he was on—and more importantly he saw that the maelstrom that was forming was about to break on the island.“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten?” The Shadowed One said his face once again unreadable and his voice barely above a hush. “It was just you and your whirlwinds, Toa.” The Dark Hunter spoke slowly, cocking his head to the side in remembrance. “You came to this very island fortress and unleashed power beyond our imagining. You stripped the land bare and shattered my compound” The prisoner turned his gaze to the figure outside of his cell, his eyes staring intently at his oppressor as if to say “Then why can’t I remember?”The Shadowed One narrowed his eyes and allowed the full power of his gaze to wash into the prisoner before him. “Because your mind is deteriorating. You’ve been alone in your own darkness for so long that reality and fantasy have merged. If I’d left you for one more day you would have snapped. ” The prisoner continued to stare into his captor’s eyes, his own eyes glowing brightly. ”That is no threat, Toa. Simply the truth, I’ve come to you for a reason.” The Shadowed One said smoothly, and the prisoner knew that his eyes held no word of a lie.“You see, Toa. I know all about you now. I’ve known for quite some time, but there was one thing I never understood.” The prisoner’s eyes flickered and he cocked his head to the side questioningly. The Shadowed One continued.“Revenge, Toa. I’ve been attacked by Toa many times in the past…but only once has it been a single Toa….Toa are supposed to work in teams, are they not? They’re supposed to support their own, are they not?” The Shadowed One let the silence fall heavy between the two of them, allowing the words he wasn’t saying to sink in.“In the rare times that I’ve dealt with a single Toa, his team would undoubtedly rescue him…or attempt it.” The Dark Hunter leader trailed off into silence, his perceptive eyes studying the prisoner for any change. The prisoner watched him with equal attention, betraying none of his thoughts.“And yet you’ve been here for over one thousand years, Toa. How is it that you sit here rotting and your leader is still glorified by Metru Nui?”The prisoner’s eyes narrowed to slits as he stared at The Shadowed One and he felt his entire body begin to tremble. For the briefest moment he wondered how The Shadowed One could possibly knew about him but soon the rage overtook him. The betrayer still lived?“I see that got a rise out of you. Good.” The Shadowed One said with a small smile. “However I’m not here to gloat. I’m here to extend an offer to you. Renounce the Toa and begin life anew as one of us.”The prisoner made a guttural sound reminiscent of a laugh, his vocal chords raw from disuse. With an unintelligible sound he looked toward the leader of the Dark Hunters.“It’s been ages since you’ve spoken, Toa. Try again..”“No.” The prisoner repeated, his voice harsh.“No?” The Shadowed One questioned, his eyes thoughtful. “Why not?”With a raw voice the prisoner responded, his weary face resolute.“I’m a Toa.”The Shadowed One’s face became unreadable and in a strangely sorrowful voice he spoke “Are you really, Nidhiki?” and with a single heaving pull he threw the door to the cell open, allowing the light of the prison to shine in. Now the prisoner saw why his cell had seemed so small…he had become….something. He couldn’t describe what exactly, but he looked in disgust at four bladed appendages that jutted from where his legs were supposed to be. Where once his hands had been there were now two large scissor-like blades that gleamed in the dim light. His entire body was twisted, contorted…whatever he may have been once, he was no Toa, not anymore.“The moment you renounced Lhikan, the moment that he in turn renounced you, you ceased to be a Toa. You only confirmed that with your next actions” In his mind Nidhiki saw the maelstrom descending on the Dark Hunter compound and saw himself at its head, directing the furious wind to tear into the heavily armored building…and those who defended it. He saw masks and weapons soaring through the air along with limp bodies.“You killed them, Nidhiki. When you came to this fortress all those many years ago you killed Dark Hunters…and if there’s one thing that I know about Toa it is this: They do not kill.” The beast that Nidhiki had become stared fiercely at The Shadowed One, its hateful eyes narrowed.“I do not know what you are, but you are no Toa. You made that choice long ago…I simply helped you.”“How?” the creature croaked, still acclimating itself to its new form.“The cell was specifically chosen for you, Nidhiki. Your own hate, your own loathing, and of course your incredibly powerful elemental control have all been being channeled back into you. Over the many years you’ve been here you’ve been in a chrysalis, only now emerging. You stand on the precipice of two lives.”The creature stared at the leader of the Dark Hunters, its face unreadable as memories of what it was once flashed through its head. It remembered Lhikan, and Naho, and Kualus. It remembered its brothers and sisters, it remembered fighting alongside them…but it also remembered that constant feeling of knowing that it…that he was different: That there was something that divided him from the rest of the Toa.He finally discovered what that was when Lhikan had captured a Dark Hunter who had been attacking Metru Nui. He remembered the rage running through him, remembered drawing his scythe and placing it across the Hunter’s throat…Unconsciously the creature raised one of its massive claws to its chest, still remembering where Lhikan had struck its former self, forcing it from the body of the Hunter. Inside of the beast, Nidhiki could still hear Lhikan’s words that day.“Are you mad, brother? We Toa have sworn an oath to never take the life of another!”The creature lowered its gaze to the ground, its mind whirling as it remembered its past life.“You said two lives?” it hissed, eyes still averted downward.“Yes.” Returned The Shadowed One “You have the potential for greatness, Nidhiki. The potential to be so much more than just a Toa—but you cannot become that until you let go of what you never were.”The creature that had been Nidhiki raised itself, looked into the face of the Shadowed One with baleful eyes. The leader of the Dark Hunters didn’t flinch, instead speaking softly.“It gives me no pleasure to do this, Nidhiki. This is but a means to an end…but it is a necessary end.”“What do you mean?” The creature shrieked“Just think, Nidhiki. Now you’re no longer bound by the code of a Toa, no longer constrained by their petty rules. If you let go of what was in your past you can grasp the future and use this newfound power.”“Power?” The creature spat. “I was a Toa!”“No, Nidhiki.” The Shadowed One said solemnly. “You never were, you always hungered for something greater, and while this may not have been the way you would have chosen it…” The Dark Hunter let his words linger in the air, allowing the creature to absorb them fully.The monster that Nidhiki had become raised its body high, its muscles rippling as it stepped out into the wide corridor of the prison. Smiling a cruel smile it emerged from its chrysalis and into a new life.“Become a Dark Hunter…?” it hissed thoughtfully. Deep inside the creature the prisoner saw memories of his past life merging into one. Fighting alongside Lhikan and Naho, defending Metru Nui from enemies, facing Dark Hunters in battle after battle after battle… he saw this all through the lense of another life, a life that could see the pointless nobility and foolish struggle--and it was with this that he saw that he had always been different, always had a different destiny.Inside the creature, the Toa that once was struggled briefly, trying to deny it, trying to say that he had been righteous. Hadn't he always defended the Matoran? Hadn't he always fought for Metru Nui? Hadn't he always upheld the code of the Toa? However all too soon these arguments evaporated like mist, and the Toa that never was ceased to be. Nidhiki finally understood that while he had played a part and acted the role of the noble protecter, he was never some shining beacon of light like the other Toa… and now he was somehow changed, something darker, something fallen.The creature that was Nidhiki smiled cruelly as it looked into the eyes of The Shadowed One.“Gladly.”
-
here are some movie edits that I made. They were inspired by Kagha's Photoshop edits, but they are entirely my work.Gali MataKopaka MataLewa MataOnua MataTahu MataPohatu MataPohatu PhantokaOnepu
-
eBay is so great! For $130 (including $10 shipping) I got 17 of the rarest and greatest Bionicles! Muaka and Kane Ra, Nui Rama, All six Toa Mata, all six Turaga, and Gahlok, Nuhvok, and Kohrak! And here's the best part: All but one, (Muaka and Kane Ra) have never been opened! I swear to Mata Nui, this is surely the greatest deal ever!
-
So, I have a theory regarding Toa Canisters. I'm not sure about the probability of this theory, however, I'll leave that to be discussed. My theory is this; That Toa Canisters do not operate normally, but are assisted by the systems of the Mata Nui robot. My reason for believing this to be a possibility; They tunnel straight throught solid rock and such and force their way straigth through anthing that stands between them and their destinations, and we see little other technology in the MU that can match the Toa Canisters in their ability to break through numerous types of substances. I suggest that Toa Canisters have (a) piece(s) in them that connect to the system of the MU, and the MU helps them break through surfaces and reach their destination, and that only the matoran who build the Canisters know about this, if they even do at all.
-
Hello everyone! Sorry for being incredibly inactive here, I just get very lazy and very busy very often :/Anyways, here's something I cooked up for the 2012 Bio-Cup over at MOCpages, for the first round. My opponent is Toa Konas, and the category was 'Olympic Toa/Hero'. I then spent a couple of hours googling Olympians of different countries and their colours and whatnot, until I stumbled upon this totally rad dude called Gerd Kanter - a discus-thrower from Estonia. Clicky Here To be honest I'm not at all pleased with this MOC. It's been a while since I built my last standard humanoid, and I now remember why: I hate doing so. I hope you like it, regardless. Please enjoy! -FtC
-
Here is a new PBZP, requested by TornadoToad. He wanted a white and green Toa with a sword and a Fikou pet. He also wanted the 2008 Akaku but I don't have it so I used the 2002 one instead. Hope he'll like it.BackPoseI wanted to make him like a regular, Metru-builded Toa, but custom. And I tried once again armoring HF bones with Bionicle parts. He used this red sword because it's a Venom Sword powered by his Fikou's venom (don't ask me how).Fikou and TTFikou and TT againI don't think the Fikou's head is very spider-esque... Anyway, I tried to make it orange and green.C&C welcomed.
