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  1. Hey guys, just wanted you guys to take a look at my Anduril sword, from the Lord of the Rings. This is in my DeviantART page.. I have another pic in my profile too. Soon I will be doing a Photo shot on DeviantART for a brand new Toa Tahu Mata, as well as a YouTube Video for the unboxing and overview, now I'm quite busy sometimes so hopefully I could make it happen! http://caspiandevargas.deviantart.com/art/Anduril-Sword-Full-View-470102546
  2. A big thanks to everyone in the last entry about reading a book versus listening to it on CD. There were many good arguments made towards the difference between enjoying a book through reading it versus listening to someone else read it (and Aanchir even wrote an essay. Bless. His English teachers must love him) and some points I had not considered. So coming off of Eyru's suggestion, I'm going to focus on just reading at least 10 pages a day. I started that last night and eagerly want to pick up The Two Towers again today immediately if it weren't for some other things I had to do. (After the 10 pages, if I don't feel like reading more, I'll switch to another book I'm in the middle of, something more engaging.) At this rate, I should have TT finished in less than a month. I'll start Return of the King sometime next year and apply the same tactics. With any luck I'll be fit for rereading The Hobbit in time for the second movie. I should probably apply this tactic to Cloud Atlas. And Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy. Both books are a little hard to get through at first. -CF
  3. Is listening to a book on CD versus reading the actual book cheating? Basically, it took me 5 or 6 years to read The Fellowship of the Ring. I didn't pick up The Two Towers for about 3 years later, and I'm still reading it off and on a year and a half later. I'm a big believer in reading the book before seeing the movie, but my roommates had other plans. (But boy are the extended editions awesome.) I figure I can spend about $35 on the trilogy on CD and take about 13 hours listening to the books. Though I realized this is the BBC dramatic reading for the radio and not the word-for-word unabridged edition (which is 50 hours and $70). But I like this idea because what is taking me so long are the long descriptions. But a little bit of me dies at the thought of not actually reading the books. But at this rate I won't finish The Return of the King for a decade. Thoughts? -CF
  4. So, my writing experience on the BZP forums has just begun. "Team curse" is up now ( it's here ), and here you can tell me if you like it or not, give me advices on how can I refine my writing or how could the plot go on. Feedback is truly welcome!
  5. Team Curse Review Topic - Chapter 1: A new dawn - He awoke.At first he couldn’t see very well, but soon his eyes got better and he saw a big sandy land. The sky was clear and the sun was shining high in the air, but at the horizon he spotted some dark clouds – they were far, honestly, and not so many to be feared to carry a tempest with them, however he didn’t like them very much, because experiences acquired sometime in the past, a past he seemingly almost lost, told him they wouldn’t just make rain.There were no signs of life around him, just sand and a few stones.Life he had been brought back without a particular reason.The fact is, how could he possibly be back to the living world? He didn’t know that, he just knew he was in some sort of desert.“No way of knowing where to go” he said. “Just what I needed. But let’s not go mad. I should better sum up.”“First, who am I? Second, where am I? Third, why am I here? Fourth, where’s the nearest village? And fifth, is there anyone around here?”“Is that all?”Answered.A voice suddenly came from behind him. As he turned to see who spoke he saw a tall figure standing up near a rock. The mysterious being carried a sword, two throwing knives and a dagger. His armor was red, silver and black and a mantle covered his back. He had never seen him, but he felt like he could rely on that mysterious person.“Is that all? You know, it isn’t so good to have a Toa that came from nowhere just half an hour ago while I was crossing the desert and is now nearly going mad asking himself things. Definitely not anyone's first desire. Perhaps someone’s first nightmare. I’m in the second group, so, I beg you, stop that or I will have to do something bad to your head. If you will agree I could someway help you.”As the character saw the Toa, because the newly reborn person was a Toa, becoming more reasonable, he started speaking.“Good. First, I cannot help you. You’re just a stranger appeared between the sands, for me. Second, you’re on the recently reformed planet of Spherus Magna. Third, I know as much as you do.”That wasn’t enough for the Toa. He still had to know who was he talking to and was about to ask him about when the unknown figure answered his question before knowing it.“I read from your eyes that you’re trying to create a link between my body and a name. Well, I don’t know if you’ve ever heard it. I think you’ve never seen me, too. Now by now I can tell you my name is Aetius. You’ll learn my past in another moment.”Aetius. The Toa had to admit that the warrior was right: he had never heard it. However, he didn’t show fear or doubt when he asked “So, what are we going to do?”.“I think I will take you to the village. And this should answer the fourth. There’s someone that could do the same to the other questions. And I need a weapon for you. At the moment you should stay behind me. Being a Toa will help you, but your powers won’t if you don’t remember how to make ‘em work.”---Aetius started walking heading north. The Toa followed him, having nothing more to do and hoping to find out who or what wanted him alive, hoping to find some old friends, if they still existed, hoping to find a home. There was just hope for him. He didn’t notice the shadow that dug into the sand as they left. Aetius did: instinctively he put his hand on the dagger.
  6. hello bzp'ers any way im going to be selling custom lego props! heres the gallery for some examples http://www.brickshel...ry.cgi?f=504545just message me with a reference pic and ill give you an estimate for pricingI ALSO HAVE THE FULL LINEUP OF HEROFACTORY 4.0 and the lunar limo (space police) reply if you want this i will give anyone the best deal on the internet (they are all new in package)if you look up my videos on a popular video viewing site i have lots of props and costume pieces i can sell,just search slizerdomecentral and tell me what you like and ill see what i can do i also have Tahu starGresh starTakanuva starNekktan starnew in pakage good condition
  7. I will return The traveler went alone in the desert. He and the landscape were one and the same, their colors being mixed.He went alone, while his friends were watching him walking him towards their old homes. Some of them cried, others sighed.All around the crowd, silence. Even the wind was quiet, even the wild beasts were still, even the dry sun soothed its cruel light.He went alone, while they all thought the same thing: how possibly could such a small figure be master of… everything?As they saw his yellow, dirty, scratched armor disappearing inside their old homes, a young female started singing.---On Bara Magna, there was a famous song. Only the eldest ones did remember their grandfathers’ memories about when it was first sung by those who believed the Great Cataclysm wouldn’t have been the end, but a new beginning. They were great warriors, simple carpenters or blacksmiths and poor people, all sharing the idea that there was still hope. They said “There’s always hope”.---Her voice was strong as a rock and, simultaneously, clear like pure water. While she sang, their homes rose above the clouds.On her shoulder, a little beetle snapped its jaws, saluting the only one who understood it.The song went on.All that is gold does not glitter,The old robotic body stood high in the sky, towering on the ground. It moved some unsure steps; it seemed to be falling in few minutes.Not all those who wander are lost;Surprisingly, the titan finally took control of itself. However, it still looked like its old structure couldn’t stand so much weight.The old that is strong does not wither,Deep roots are not reached by the frost.The giant passed this trial, too. It was surely old, but it had been made by skilled people, by those it wanted to meet.From the ashes a fire shall be woken,A sudden, hard rumble broke the silence. Both small and high people watched to the direction where it came from and all fell in doubt: another giant was coming. But this was bigger and stronger. And driven by Shadows themselves. When it landed, the mountains quaked and the seas stirred, the trees prepared carpets of leaves for the ruler of everything and the rivers moved out of their banks to meet and serve him.The two giants stood in silence, then they spoke. The small one talked about joyful things, about peace and harmony; the other told him about power and terror.At first, the words clashed. Then came the turn of the facts. The two bodies fought, the smaller beings ran away, scared. The young voice went on singing.A light from the shadows shall spring;Beams of energy crossed the air, pulverizing everything in their path, and smaller, yellow creatures attacked the undefended fugitives. Some brave warriors tried to stop them, but they fell under the superior power of the Enemy. Though, an help came from the enemy giant itself and a few powerful warriors helped the inhabitants. One was clad in a golden and red armor.Renewed shall be Blade that was Broken,A lucky strike of the Enemy split it, but the desperate strength of the few won against the arrogant of the many and the Golden Armor was once again united.A powerful ray came from it and went straight on to the yellow beasts, killing them and distracting the bigger giant. In moments, it was gone forever.The crownless again shall be king.The other stood for the last time and filled the reunited planet with life. Then, the robot form disintegrated into dust and the spirit of Mata Nui went back to the Ignika. Agori, Matoran, Glatorian, Toa, Turaga, Rahi: they were all free.Kiina stopped singing. A tear slipped down her face and fell on the grass grown on the sands.As the Great Spirit pronounced his last speech, he thought: “ I‘ve set out to save the universe, and it has been saved. But not for me. This is my gift for you, for all your efforts.”The sun went down, just to rise again on a new world.Lotr quotes:“All that is gold does not glitter,Not all those who wander are lost;The old that is strong does not wither,Deep roots are not reached by the frost.From the ashes a fire shall be woken,A light from the shadows shall spring;Renewed shall be Blade that was Broken,The crownless again shall be king.”- The Fellowship of the Ring, Book 1, Chapter 10 “Strider”“There is always hope.”- Aragorn to Haleth son of Hama, The Two Towers ( film ), scene before the battle at Helm’s Deep“We’ve set out to save the Shire, Sam, and it was saved. But not for me.”- Frodo to Sam, The Return of the King ( film ), The Grey Havens scene
  8. Click

    Kingdoms

    --Kingdoms-- By: Click Kopaka waited anxiously for his mysterious guest to appear. There had been no sign who this guest was, only that he was coming. The Toa of Ice began pacing again under the cool arch in New Atero again, watching as the Matoran and Agori stared back. This being must appear soon, Kopaka thought to himself, or he’ll find he’s been given the cold shoulder.Suddenly, the white Toa caught movement in his eyepiece. The laser sight zoomed in and focused on a cloaked figure with two blue eyes peeking out. The being was tall, and obviously biomechanical from the way they walked. A Vortixx, perhaps, or some other titan. The cloaked figure swept into the arch, gesturing towards a door. Kopaka had no choice but to follow.Surprisingly, the being spoke first, identifying himself as a male, but nothing further. “I need to tell you something, something that has never been told to anyone else but those it concerns.”Kopaka’s usual silence was broken as he had to ask a single word: “Why?”The cloak almost seemed to be grinning as he said “Why you? Why here, why now? Believe me; all your questions will be answered by the end. This is a peaceful meeting, I promise.”“There is no promise you can make that I can trust. I don’t even know who you are.”“Wait, let me explain my story. You see, tens of thousands of years ago, many of the islands were ruled by six warlords, the Barraki, each given their own region. Pridak, the unofficial leader, ruled the Northeast, Kalmah, the Northwest, Ehlek, the West, Takadox, the Southwest, Carapar, the South, and Mantax, the Center. They ruled in peace and prosperity, conquering and adding to their alliance, or so we thought…” “My story tells the story of Kalmah, the Northwestern ruler. He was always a proud ruler, tough, but he was fair. With a kingdom as large as his, he couldn’t allow any weakness, or he could be overthrown. Even those chosen by the Great Spirit can be overthrown. His brothers were forming an alliance, the League of Kingdoms, but Kalmah’s pride wouldn’t allow him to join. Takadox wouldn’t allow that, so he decided to arrange a little ‘meeting.’” ------------- “The courtesy of your hall is somewhat lessened of late, Kalmah,” The tall, blue titan slunk out of the shadows of the palace. Kalmah was just beginning to ascend the massive stairs up to his huge tower. His foot stopped above the fifth as he turned to face his fellow warlord.“Evening, Takadox, shouldn’t you be minding your manor?” Kalmah’s mouth twitched up into a quick semblance of a smile, but Takadox retained his blank scowl. “What is it? Tax payments going down, rampant Rahi? You can tell me, brother.”When the blue titan finally spoke, it was with enough poison to kill Kalmah then and there. “You, brother. You have not joined our League, despite all the benefits! Your power is greatly needed, and it would be a shame if Pridak and I had to divide up your conquests. All that tabletwork simply makes me sick, and it would take a lifetime to reorder new maps! Not to mention the…”Takadox’s words finally sank in, and Kalmah had to interrupt. “Pridak is in on this as well? He said he would never give in. You’re lying!”“What would I have to gain by deceit, Kalmah, when you are the one with the choice? I’m simply letting my plans out before you, showing the logic. You are too late, there are no other options. Pridak and I have our armies waiting at your borders anxiously in preparation for the signal to attack. They cannot wait forever, and all we need is your agreement.”Kalmah became aware he was staring into Takadox’s hypnotic eyes. Anything would sound good by now. He blinked and looked out over the wall into the Silver Sea. “Beautiful night, isn’t it, Takadox? The Silver Sea is so…peaceful and calm. It’s a rare time.”The blue titan looked stunned. “How can you be talking about the scenery at a time like this? You’re kingdom is about to be taken apart, brick by brick, and delegated to Pridak and me! Shame, my argument sounded so convincing.”Kalmah almost felt guilty, and he found Takadox’s eyes again, and once the red king had locked on, Takadox unleashed his full fury in a mental burst. “You will join us, or die now, at my feet, by my blades!” Kalmah could only watch and scream as his hypnotic brother walked closer and closer, drawing his toothed blades.“Fine, I…I’ll do it…Just…just stop!” The alien presence left Kalmah’s mind, and he was once again at peace, alone.“Hmm, I thought it would be harder than that. Pridak was so much harder to force. It took a few nights of the most merciless pain and torture the mind can conjure up, but I guess you were always the weak one.” Kalmah tried to draw his broadsword to skewer the nonchalant con artist, but Takadox was ready, and he quickly struck Kalmah’s hand with a quick swipe of the toothed blades, ending any thoughts of rebellion.“Tut, tut, my brother. I seem to have struck a nerve there. You better keep an eye on that temper of yours if you’re going to share in our kingdoms.” Without another word, Kalmah was left on his stairs, alone in the night. ------------------ “You see, Kopaka, Takadox has been a thorn in everyone’s side since he was put down by Mata-Nui. All he wants is more power, and he will use any means necessary to get it. Unfortunately, he was also the one gifted with hypnotic powers to get things done. His armies were immensely loyal, and if he commanded any one of them to go on a suicide mission for entertainment, they would do it. But this wasn’t the last incident…” ------------------ All around was dark stone, worn down into a tunnel by clawed hands. The scars from years ago still showed beneath newer ones, and in the distance, Kalmah could hear the continued progress of the tunnel. The branches didn’t seem to be random at all, nor the shape, because at times, the tunnel could easily cover an army of Exo-Toa, and others, with only enough room for a crawlspace. He had tried mapping these strange tunnels, but every time he turned around, another tunnel was being dug, and it never came together enough. There were four large, curved lines, with branches expanding into each other, and then three smaller groups in the center, and all the time, they were still expanding. They wouldn’t make any sense to a strategist, only to an artist. Unfortunately, Kalmah was the first. Adding another dark line into his tablet, Kalmah followed the retreating sound of the Blade Burrower up ahead.Mapping these Blade Burrower caverns were mostly a pet project of Kalmah once he discovered that they lead right under his passage into Mantax’s realm, but it had quickly escalated into an obsession. They were building something, what it was, Kalmah couldn’t guess. It could be an army-deployment tunnel for Carapar. He had always been good with those animals smarter than him. It could also be a network set to collapse at a certain time, destroying major key points in each empire. No matter what, he couldn’t imagine it was for a peaceful purpose. The only way to prepare was to map it out.Suddenly, an intersection appeared that wasn’t there before. The map showed the tunnel continuing here, but it was also inaccurate enough that Kalmah might chose the wrong path. The Blade Burrowers were still expanding the left one, so Kalmah started off for the right when footsteps came from the center. A large, dark being emerged slowly into the radius covered by the lightstone in Kalmah’s upraised hand, and seemed to shy away a little. A shining blue reflected the dim light back, and the red Barraki signed in relief.“What are you doing here, Takadox? I’ve done everything you’ve asked, what more could you possibly ask for?”“Nothing, nothing. I simply want to talk.”“With your power, nothing is simply ‘a talk.’ What is it?” The long broadsword was slowly sliding out of its sheath.“No need for that, brother. I’ll come clean. I know you’ve been loyal all these years…”“Loyal? Your leechcraft has me crawling on all fours like a Rahi!” Takadox ignored the interruption, and continued on. “I know you’ve been loyal all these years, and you deserve to be rewarded. So, here’s my plan. There is really only one place that we haven’t taken in conquest yet, and I want it to belong to you.” “Metru-Nui? But we have had peaceful negotiations with it all these years, why would we want to…” “No, not Metru-Nui! Why take that old junk heap when we can take the entire known universe in a single sweep?” “I’m listening.” The sword dropped with a clang back into the sheath. “Good, no more interruptions. Now, the only way to take the universe is by taking the current ruler.” “But we are the current rulers!” Takadox sighed. “Kalmah, use your head for something other than scaring small Matoran for once. I’m talking about Mata-Nui.” Kalmah jumped up at that. “No! That’s the Great Spirit! Even we are loyal to him!” “Exactly. We have been loyal for too long. It is time that Mata-Nui learns what it’s like to be cast down like a stone into the mud! It is our turn to rule, isn’t it?” “Yes, you’re absolutely right. We have worked hard to keep order, while all he has done is…” Takadox’s eyes were hypnotizing again, and Kalmah quickly broke his eye contact. “I mean, no. This is too risky. He has the Brotherhood under him, and some say the Brotherhood know everything. Their duty is to Mata-Nui.” “And our duty is to conquer! How can we do this when Mata-Nui is always in our way? The time of the Great Spirit was yesterday. Now, it is our turn to rule! Our turn to conquer! Stand by me brother, as we go for Mata-Nui!” By now, Kalmah was hooked. Takadox gave a gruesome smile, knowing he had won. “So, what are you going to do now, Kalmah?” “Prepare my armies, and go to defeat Mata-Nui!” ----------------- “Hypnosis wasn’t Takadox’s most vile trait, however. He was a traitor, seeking for his own gain, trying to force others to do his bidding. His armies are by far the most loyal, not because of his love and good strategy, but because of his mind, and his powers. They couldn’t stand against him, or even desert, because he had such a powerful grip on their minds. Now, Kalmah was trapped in the same grip, and there was nothing he could do. If only he could, because Takadox was scheming up another plan…” ---------------- Like a Fireflyer to a Rock Lion, Takadox tried to ease his way to the large, draconic being on the throne. Makuta Miserix was not only fiery in color, but temper as well, and even a small mistake could easily anger him. With this flaming tyrant entitled “Leader of the Brotherhood of Makuta” and “Great Protector of Mata-Nui,” angering him would not do, especially for this business. “Your Excellency, I have a matter of urgent business for your consideration.” “What is it now, Takadox?” “Well, the…” “What? Is Pridak defecting to Xia? Spit it out already!” Takadox sighed. “A plot has been hatched by the other Barraki to overthrow Mata-Nui.” Miserix fell back into his throne in shock. “But…no one’s ever…it isn’t even…no.” Out of every time Takadox had seen power, they had never been at a loss for words like this. The Great Makuta seemed feeble and prone for just a moment as he took it all in, then he roared, “I’ll kill them! I’ll kill them all! None can challenge Mata-Nui and the Brotherhood and survive! I’ll kill them! Where are they, Takadox?” With a bow nearly to the point of licking the marbled protodermis floor, he said “They attack in one week’s time. Prepare for them, and perhaps…you could spare my armies?” The Makuta sat silent in rage, and the wise warlord knew it was time to leave, promise or not. He crept out the large iron doors, expecting an explosion to rock them any second. -------------- “None of the other Barraki saw each other again until the meeting with the Brotherhood, and as you could probably tell, it did not go well. We were locked in a room with a double agent, a traitor to the Brotherhood, a large, shapeshifting draconic Makuta with a short temper, and a bunch more warlords and Makuta, none of which like each other. The alliance was out of necessity, not friendship, and the Makuta were close to erupting. Perhaps, I should just go on.” Kopaka nodded his agreement, motioning for the cloaked being to continue, and the tale continued to flow… -------------- “We need more Rahi,” Pridak calmly pointed out as implied leader, and the room exploded into chaos. Makuta raised their metallic voices, shouting their disagreements, and the Barraki shouting their retorts. “I have sent Rahi, and many of them,” countered Icarax. “Yes, but they often die as quick as the delivery!” Kalmah fought back. “What can I say; your kingdom is a scum heap! You can’t blame me for their death!” “Scum heap you say, you insolent little Lohrak?” roared Mantax “Calm yourselves, Barraki. Negotiations cannot continue with this clamor!” commanded Pridak, but by now the small chamber was at war, and Kalmah and Mantax had to be held back from the opposing side, weapons drawn. Finally, Makuta Miserix bellowed “SILENCE!!” Ehlek stopped in mid-grapple with Chirox, and had a chance to replace his breathing unit. “All of you be silent. All of you are acting like Bog Snakes fighting over a Fikou Nest! Think for a moment, and then decide, does this help anyone? We need to hear their arguments.” “As long as we get more Rahi for future conquests, our demands are met.” Pridak countered. “Insolent gnats!” Miserix was starting to show his temperament, rather than the leadership of but a few moments ago. “The Makuta serve only Mata Nui. We do not put our secret knowledge to work for every being with a strong arm and legions of…rabble behind him!” Pridak coolly smiled at the anger and stuttering of the Leader of the Brotherhood. The room began to clear towards the walls as a confrontation was formed, and Pridak noticed this in a nonchalant glance over of the room, and then leaned forwards, his points firmly printed in his mind. “That ‘rabble’ is prepared to march on Destral on my orders. Before your Toa and Rahkshi can even marshal their forces, we will have taken your fortress…and claimed your precious ‘secrets.’ You would do well to remember that, while you serve Mata Nui, we are his chosen rulers in this universe.” The crowd around the periphery of the light began to murmur against Miserix, so the tyrant needed to regain some ground. Icarax provided a vital foothold at the end of his rope by mumbling “Then perhaps… the Great Spirit is not as smart as we have been led to believe.” Takadox seemed to take pride at that moment, prepared to announce his plans, but all that got out was a quick noise, then he silenced himself. The noise still drew the attention of the whole room, both factions with pride and questioning in their eyes about having him on their side. His original outburst was completely lost, and he dropped his shoulders and backed to the wall, hoping no one would notice his treachery. The other Barraki stepped forwards to join Pridak’s winning moment, and his words flowed out of his mouth smooth as silk, charisma spreading into the further reaches of the room. “You have a choice, Makuta,” he said, his tone changing to more menace as he captivated the audience. “Cooperation, or conquest. I trust you will choose wisely.” Makuta Chirox broke the spell with a sudden “What about the places not on your map? Artakha…Metru Nui…the unknown lands to the south…” A look from Ehlek quickly quieted him, as he had not forgotten the skirmish between them earlier. Kalmah tried to enthrall everyone again, but the words stumbled out, not as smooth as his leader’s. “We’re in…uh…discussions…with Metru Nui. As for Artakha,” His sentences began to embolden and his posture straighten, “let the old fool putter among his creations. And the southern lands are fit only for Stone Rats and Lohrak!” A mutter in the corner from Mutran interrupted the warlord, “This lot should fit right in.” The red titan turned and, with a piercing stare, quieted all the area of the room, no one daring to speak another word. Suddenly, Pridak concluded “This meeting is over. We will expect fresh war beasts as requested. If you choose to obstruct the designs of the Great Spirit, then your fate will be on your own heads.” And without any further interruption, the great conqueror swept out of the room, cold as his element, as the others began to slowly follow. A quick glance back from Kalmah, and he knew that had not gone well. Miserix leaned to his lieutenant, Teridax, speaking few words, and Teridax suddenly disappeared into shadow. The plan was doomed, faded into blackness like that antidermis in armor. ------------- The cloaked being’s shoulders moved up and down as he sighed. He obviously found it harder to continue. “You see, Kopaka, those few words…ruined the League. They also lead to Mata Nui’s ruin. All Miserix had asked was for Teridax to ‘keep an eye on the Barraki.’ He had no idea that they would destroy his rule, kill Mata Nui, and result in his ‘loyal’ lieutenant taking over the Brotherhood and all of Aqua Magna. It resulted in war…” ------------ Mantax and Ehlek looked worriedly at each other at the sounds of combat ahead. Pridak simply turned colder, and Takadox could barely contain a small amount of joy as the six warlords rode into the desolate canyon on the Northern Continent. As they covered the ridge on their Kikanalo, the sounds of heavy combat broke over them, and a scene of destruction unfolded itself. An army of Exo-Toa, Rahkshi, and Toa had fallen upon the Barraki’s armies, and standing in the middle, a pile of bodies building around him, stood Lieutenant Teridax, smashing and stabbing with his staff. “No, this is all wrong! How in the name of Mata Nui did this happen?” yelled Pridak. “Easy, brother, Metru-Nui is still in sight,” reassured Kalmah. “The Great Spirit will fall.” “Come then, brothers. Why wait here when we can join our armies in defeating this foe, and proclaiming ourselves true leaders? On to battle!” Carapar charged in, waving his club and shouting. The others had no choice but to follow him to their doom. “Ah, Carapar, ever the brightest of us all,” Takadox complained. “We’re more likely to die, and with us goes the dreams of freedom.” “Then let’s die a glorious death in battle, so all the world may remember our legacy, and someday, someone will rise up again! On to battle, for legacy!” Pridak’s scimitar raised, and he began to cut through the armies, leaving a swath for the others to follow in. It wasn’t until they were almost halfway to Teridax that Kalmah was knocked off his steed. An Exo-Toa noticed the charge and quickly fired a shot. The red Barraki was launched from the Kikanalo into a crowd of Toa. Elemental powers shot all around, and Kalmah’s blade flashed as it cut into armor. With their precious Toa Code, the Toa couldn’t kill, so Kalmah used that to his advantage. He burst through contiguous walls of fire and stone, yelling as his sword sliced through the army, rage in his eyes as he made his way to Teridax. The lieutenant acknowledged his attack, and ordered several Exo-Toa to detain him. Without hope for the others to rescue him, the only thing the warlord could do was fight his way out. With a quick slice at vital joints, the armored mechs easily collapsed, firing rockets and scraping claws at the sky. Unfortunately, the Makuta’s army was large, and for every one enemy defeated, two more rise up in their place. Kalmah quickly became cornered, and could not stand for much longer. A rocket found its mark, and the Barraki went flying through the line, caught by mechanical arms. In that brief hiatus between the Exo-Toa, he noticed a look of fear on Takadox’s face, not too far away. It was not the fear of death, but rather the fear of a carefully orchestrated plan blowing up in his face. He was just as surrounded by Rahkshi, who were using their abilities to keep him detained. Kalmah put the clues together, and realized it was all Takadox this whole time; he created this plan, using it to gain power over Mata-Nui. But that wasn’t enough for him, he would have to share it with the other Barraki, so he betrayed the warlords to the Brotherhood, intending for them to die in the battle so he could finish the scheme and be the new Great Spirit. By the time this thought process had connected, Kalmah was trapped in protosteel claws being dragged away to his doom. In a rage, his sword severed the fingers and he charged to his traitorous brother. “Takadox! You filthy traitorous parasite! You planned this, didn’t you?” The Rahkshi fell from this unexpected assault, regrouping and preparing to charge. Suddenly, the metallic bodies stopped stiff, building a ring around the two Barraki. Kalmah’s Exo-Toa formed a second ring, their arms interlocking above to prevent any escape, plunging the circle into near darkness. In his fury, Kalmah didn’t even notice as he grabbed Takadox by the throat and lifted him up, preparing to slice with his sword. His brother squirmed, bringing up his toothed blades, ready to counter. “I know you planned this. Why, brother? Was Mata-Nui’s might not enough for you? Was limitless power impossible to share?” “Yes, brother. To share power is not power at all, it is simply weakness to not be able to vanquish your friends. I’ll admit that, because you will not live to tell the others!” The twin blades struck as Kalmah began to raise his sword, but not quickly enough. Takadox stalked through the kicked up dust towards the fallen warlord. The battle became illuminated in red as Teridax’s eyes emerged to watch the scene. “You could have everything you wanted if you stayed with us! Why, brother, would you refuse?” A sudden strike by the downed Kalmah knocked the blue Barraki off balance, and the struggle became much more serious, as blow after blow was countered and returned, the duo dancing a duel to the death. Sparks flashed as the toothed blades hit the firm broadsword, then a clang as the sword gave a glancing blow to blue armor. The eyes of the opponents illuminated only hate and fury as swings strengthened into strikes as each fought for revenge and power. Takadox gained the upper hand as one blade caught the sword, flinging it into an inactive Rahkshi, and the other struck from above, knocking his opponent to the ground. Kalmah groped in the darkness for his lost weapon, and Takadox kicked him into the fine dust. “Look how pathetic you are, playing in the sand. Now, you will pay for having defied me. I can’t have you killed, as the others might wonder. I can’t have you escape, as you will tell the others of my treachery. I guess you’ll simply have to be…persuaded to forget.” The red warlord was defeated. What little strength left in him from the furious duel tried to push his body upwards, but Takadox kicked him back down. “No…you can’t…do…this. I…will tell…the others.” “Ah, brother, you obviously have not learned your lesson from earlier encounters. You see, I can do whatever I want. You are not leaving this prison until you have forgotten what you have learned. Now, look into my eyes, and promise to me that you won’t speak a word.” When Kalmah didn’t look, Takadox wrenched his head to face upwards, his limp body collapsing on the ground. “Look at me when I’m talking to you, brother!” “You…aren’t my brother…anymore. Go back to…the rock…you crawled from, Takadox.” Another bash from the hilt of a toothed blade silenced the red Barraki, and Kalmah felt himself drifting from consciousness. “You will forget, brother. Forgetfulness, such a simple idea, all you need to do is look at me.” Takadox’s eyes drilled into Kalmah’s weakened mind, shredding apart any thought of his treachery. Kalmah only writhed on the ground, head locked to face Takadox as his mind was slowly erased, thoughts falling apart, ideas disappearing, leaving nothing left of the last day. Finally, Kalmah was allowed to collapse into a deep sleep. “Sleep now, brother, for when you awake, I will be the Great Spirit!” His laughter mingled with Teridax’s as Kalmah’s vision slowly faded into darkness. --------------- When he awoke, Kalmah’s face was pressed deep down into the sand. He began to sit up, only to find that every movement was agony. “Brother, you’re awake. Those Exo-Toa must have given you a serious beating.” With a jolt of pain, Kalmah managed to turn his head to face Ehlek, who was also battered and bruised. Observing his surroundings, he found that he was in a small cave on the side of a valley on the Northern Continent. “Oh, what happened?” His speech was dry, and it took a lot of effort to even get out those words. “You must have had it really bad. We marched on Metru-Nui to take the Great Spirit, but the Brotherhood had somehow found out about us, and they were ready. Our armies are crushed, and the few left have already deserted and are long gone. Don’t expect any rescue any time soon.” Suddenly, Takadox spoke up, revealing the presence of at least him as well. “No, my armies will come for us, they wouldn’t just…” “Quiet, Takadox, your army is long gone,” said a bleak Mantax. “There is no hope.” “From what I hear,” said Carapar, “we are to be executed! Our plans have failed.” A curtain over the mouth of the cave flew open, spreading dust all around, choking the bound Barraki. Through the haze and the bright light suddenly let in, a grisly scene of carnage could be seen outside. Most of the dead were of the Barraki’s armies, and Exo-Toa stalked through the canyon making sure all was quiet. Lieutenant Teridax walked in through the opening, and the scene was cut off. By his malicious look, Kalmah could tell that Carapar was right. The Makuta’s Shadow Staff flashed in the dusty light. “Are you ready, Barraki, to be executed for your crimes? No? Good. Of course, I would be obliged to ask if there are any last words, so I might as well get pleasantries out of the way. Any questions before your heads roll?” “So, are we allowed to make last words now, then?” joked Takadox. It would have almost brought a smile to Kalmah’s face if he wasn’t in so much pain. “Sure, joke around, everyone laugh, but remember, Barraki, every moment you live from now is by my mercy, and I could end it now.” “I bet you can talk as tough as that being second in command, can’t you?” “What? Miserix is an old artifact left from the beginning of time. I am in command!” “Oh, I wasn’t referring to Miserix. You have all this power, and yet you still stand underneath Mata-Nui’s large shadow. Do you even see him anymore? See his power? His reign has come to an end, and I’m sure we could arrange an agreement to get you in charge.” “Stop your slippery words, Takadox. I can kill you right now! I am incorruptible, a servant of the Great Spirit!” “Then why don’t you kill us now? We would be out of your way, and you could skip on your merry way back to second place.” “Takadox…” Kalmah tried to say. “Don’t…anger him.” But Takadox didn’t regard his weak brother, and barreled on. “I know. I can see it in your eyes. You are tired of second place, and this actually appeals to you. Not so incorruptible, are you, Makuta?” Finally, Teridax snapped, the mere suggestion of what Takadox had said infuriating him. The Shadow Staff flew downwards towards the smiling blue face, when suddenly, and explosion of light sent him sprawling across the cave. A large, golden being stepped out of the formed portal, bending down under the ceiling and radiating power. His claws gleamed in the light, and his teeth shaped into a grimace as he looked at the heaped Makuta. When he spoke, his voice carried his authority. “Makuta, do not heed these Barraki. What you protect will be destroyed by your own hands if you follow this course.” Teridax tried to pick himself up and bring up some semblance of self-respect. “What are you?” “I am Botar, the enforcer of Mata-Nui. He has decreed these traitors be brought to the Pit, and I follow his orders. Take no thought to this, I have warned you.” And with those simple words, he scooped up the six warlords, and disappeared in another flash of light, leaving behind only an infuriated Brotherhood lieutenant to simmer in the dust. --------------- For the second time that day, Kalmah found himself waking up in torture. Now, he was in a dark cell, the sounds of creaking and bubbling coming from high above. He could only be in one place, the Pit. The Pit is a huge cavern underneath the deepest parts of the island known as Voya-Nui, known to house only the most vile and violent criminals in the Matoran Universe. It was cold, and dark, water dripping from all over, and the worst part, there was no way out. A sentence here was a life sentence for crimes against Mata-Nui himself. Suddenly, Kalmah remembered the other Barraki, and why he was there. The giant Botar had brought them in a flash of light, leaving them unconscious in this Kinlokahole. He had to know if he was alone, because if so, this was going to be a very long life sentence. “Pridak? Mantax? Anyone there?” “Kalmah, you’re here too?” A deceptive voice spoke from the shadows, the voice of Takadox. It was going to be a very, very long life sentence. --------------- “I’m going to assume that you’ve heard of the Great Cataclysm, Toa?” Kopaka nodded quietly to the cloaked being. “Good, because that’s where this story goes next. Thousands of years had passed, but still, the supposed ‘life sentence’ was cut short for the Barraki, as their world came crashing down…” --------------- The rumbling had started small, but had quickly escalated to a roar that seem like it would bring down the ceiling, and then, it did. Protodermis came falling from the ceiling, and a different kind of sound poured down the halls. Rushing water raced towards the deeper levels, its dark surface putting out all light. Kalmah’s cell cracked, and through some of the higher fractures, murky water forced its way through, knifing at his skin. Takadox called out “What’s wrong?” as the water lapped around their ankles, rising at a bio for every five minutes. It would not take long for it to fill the cell, drowning the occupants. A strange, prickling sensation spread up Kalmah’s legs, rising only slightly faster than the water now around his knees. Through the distortion caused by the rippling surface, his body began rippling as well, rebuilding itself into a smaller form, a water-breathing form. “Takadox! Don’t touch the water!” “A bit late for that, brother! What’s happening to us?” “The water must be filled with mutagen! Just get ready to bolt; there isn’t much we can do!” The dark tide washed against the door of the cell, which began creaking and groaning. The hardened Protosteel couldn’t withstand the enormous weight of water pressure, and it collapsed, flooding mutagen and Kalmah into the wet hall. The Barraki smashed against walls, getting pushed ever downwards, uncontrollably crashing everywhere, until he finally caught onto a railing. “Takadox!” He gurgled, as his grip slipped, and he plunged into the pitch black abyss. ------------- Even before the thought of “I’m alive,” his first thought was, “I’m underwater.” The flood had finally stopped, but not before the entire Pit was inundated with mutagen. All around were cries of freedom, the rush of currents as many beings swam towards a distant surface. As his vision cleared, Kalmah knew he shouldn’t be alive. He was at the bottom of the ocean with no air to be found, and yet he could breathe. That wasn’t the only new thing about his body. He noticed two new sensations almost simultaneously. The first was an array of tentacles acting like antennae in the back of his head. They weaved through the water, sensing temperature, current, and any possible threat. He could feel the struggle of many prisoners swimming upwards, even through walls. Their outlines were as clear in his mind as if he were seeing them. The second new feature was very disorienting: a third eye. His enhanced vision was almost too much for his brain to accept, giving him a bad headache. That would take some getting used to. A slimy orange tentacle waved in his vision, and Kalmah suddenly backed away. The tentacle followed, and Kalmah followed it down right into his own wrist. “What happened to me?” “Oh, I’m sure you can find that out later, brother.” The smiling Takadox swam nearer. His new form made him seem even creepier. His new body was slim and insect-like, with gills lining his head and silver mandibles grasping floating plant life. He had found his weapons somewhere, and was now holding them like a Metru Mantis, completing the parasitic look. “But right now, you have some friends to meet.” “The others? You found them? They survived?” “Yes; Pridak insisted on having a little reunion. After all, we have been through a lot together.” --------------- The two found the rest of the Barraki waiting for them. All the other sane criminals had fled from the might of someone called Hydraxon, the jailer of the Pit, but the Barraki had been kept up for too long in small places they were not used to. They suddenly found themselves in a new place in new bodies, and they wanted answers. They were not sane anymore. “Kalmah, come join the party. We’ve just been waiting for you!” The Takea-like being before him could only be Pridak. His savagery still reflected in those dark eyes, but now only hid behind sharp teeth and agile fins. “Yeah, we may have found the ticket out of here.” Carapar had changed into an armored hulk with a bronze shell and large arms. His mind didn’t seem to have changed much, if anything, he had gotten dumber. “Or, you could always try swimming to the surface again, Carapar. I’m sure after drowning again you might find the way out.” Mantax seemed much more reserved, but had also gained a hard shell. Kalmah noticed with humor that he also had a tentacle array, as well as a tail. The sharp end warned everyone not to touch. “Quiet, everyone, let’s tell our brother what we saw.” Ehlek hadn’t changed as much, considering he usually lived underwater. He almost seemed calmer now that he didn’t need his breathing helmet, but he also had become a fearsome foe with neon spikes that were lancing electricity. “See that light over there, Kalmah?” Pridak pointed to a dim illumination that Kalmah had only just noticed. “We watched it fall from Voya-Nui over there. After some debate, we decided it could only be one thing: the Mask of Life.” “With the power in that mask,” Ehlek interrupted, “we can change ourselves back and reclaim our empire. There is also word among the convicts that Mata-Nui is dying, and if he dies, a power vacuum will form, leaving the universe’s previous rulers to rise again!” When Kalmah thought about it, there had been a dark feeling during the quake. It could only mean that Mata-Nui had been usurped. “You mean, someone finished our mission, after all these years?” A rumble of rocks shifting behind them made the Barraki turn. A silver face looked up, and as blades followed, they decided that this being wasn’t friendly. Takadox, instead of the fear in everyone else, suddenly got angry. “Hydraxon! You have kept us jailed too long, and I am not going back into that cell!” He struck with his blades before any of the other Barraki could react, and quickly killed the now ex-jailer. “Any objections? No, then let’s find that mask.” --------------- “And by now, I’m sure that you know what happened after that. The Toa Mahri should have told you by now.” Kopaka nodded, lost in thought. “Matoro took the mask, one of your own villagers, and saved us all, with his fellow Toa left to give him just enough time to escape.” “But, why me?” “I knew only you could listen with an unbiased perspective, could judge for yourself if what I said was true. Only you had no contact with the Barraki before, and would acknowledge this story without any memories of them attacking in a fury to get the Mask of Life. I must go now, and you should too. Tell the others; make sure they know the truth.” “But wait, who are you?” “Let’s just say I was a part of their armies.” And suddenly, without another word, the cloak whipped around, and the being was out the door. Kopaka peered around the corner, watching a flash of red appear under the robe, and recognized the story teller. He leaned back in understanding and thought. “You know, you really shouldn’t be in there. That’s Gekara’s storage room, and she doesn’t like anyone inside.” Kopaka took one look at the angry Agori, and then walked off. The Turaga would have competition for stories tonight…Quotes:Twin TowersFrodo: There is no promise you can make that I can trust.Théoden: Your leechcraft would have had me crawling on all fours like a beast!Gandalf: The courtesy of your hall is somewhat lessened of late, Théoden.Credit to Mutran Chronicles, Chapter 2 for the meeting with the Brotherhood Scene.
  9. I have called you together today for a Purpose! Indeed, Three Purposes! First of all, to tell you that I am immensely fond of you all. I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve. Secondly, to celebrate the unveiling of the Lego Lord of the Rings sets, which I hope all of you have had the pleasure to gaze upon. Thirdly, to make an A N N O U N C E M E N T.I rejoice to announce that we are hosting a Bionicle/LotR Short Story Contest!You think us mad? Perhaps you are right. Or Perhaps we are just that awesome. Anyway, welcome one and all, to Short Stories Contest #9: In The Darkness Bind Them Graphics credit to 55555 Theme: Write a Bionicle story and use a quote from Lord of the Rings or the Hobbit as an important part of your story.This means you can begin with a quote, end with a quote, or incorporate a quote into the body of your story. Furthermore, you may use other LotR references, but you must use a quote. Be sure to read the following:1) You may get your quote from either one of the books or the movies (directed by Peter Jackson) -- with a quick Google search you can find many quotes from both.2) Please have a general citation of your quote. If from the books, please list which chapter; if from the movies, please list what scene.3) You may modify the proper nouns in quotes. There are many good quotes that contain Tolkien characters, places, items, etc. These may be substituted for "Bionicle-friendly" nouns. For example, if the quote has "Mordor" in it, you can change that to "Destral" if you wish.4) As said, you may also use other LotR elements in your story (such as chapter titles for the title/theme of your story, and you may use more than one quote just as long as you do use one. Rest assured our Certified Nerdy judges will appreciate your efforts in this area. ——— How To Enter:The entry period lasts from February 13, 2012 (today) until March 11th at 11:59 PM PST.To enter, simply post a link to your entry in this topic using the following form:Member name:Entry name and link:Any entry PMed to me or not linked in this topic will be ignored – no exceptions.———Contest Rules: [*]All BZPower Rules and Guidelines apply.[*]Your story must be new and never before posted on BZP. You can certainly have been working on your entry before this, but it must be posted on BZP after the start of the contest for it to be eligible.[*]No plagiarizing! Your story must be your own work.[*]No cheating. Simple enough, yes? You don't get anywhere in life by cheating. Also, if you suspect someone of cheating, PM me. DO NOT post here.[*]Keep it PG-13 appropriate. So no gory descriptions, excessive violence, inappropriate content, et cetera.[*]Your story must be a short story. No epics here.[*]No flaming, bashing, or trolling! I shouldn't even have to say this at all, but if any of this occurs, you will be disqualified immediately.[*]You cannot edit your entry 30 minutes after it is posted. This is to 1) ensure that all judges read the same version of your story; and 2) make things more fair, as not everyone will get the same amount of critique as others. So, once you post your story, you will have thirty minutes to edit it in order to make any formatting changes or to edit your story itself -- after that, your entry will be disqualified. PM me if you have to edit for story for some reason after 30 minutes before you do so.[*]There is no minimum or maximum word count for this contest. Just be reasonable, please. Do remember that the judges have to read every story.[*]If your story is not posted in this topic with the correct format, your entry will not be entered into the contest. The contest hosts reserve the right to change, edit, or make exceptions to any of the rules. A violation of the rules will be judged on a case-by-case basis by contest staff. ——— Winner Selection Haven't gotten this set in stone yet, but expect something similar to that of SSC #8. ——— Prizes We really wanted prizes that were both Lego and LotR related, but the official sets aren't going to be released until the summer. Instead, we're going for the next best thing; the prizes will be customized LotR Minifigures courtesy of Nuju Metru ( seen here). The minifigs that will be provided are Aragorn, Frodo, and Sam. Someone will receive The Annotated Hobbit, and even more, awesome prizes are very probable. Big thanks to Nuju Metru for providing the customized figs, xccj for bribing him to do so, and for 55555 and Velox for The Annotated Hobbit. ——— FAQ Q: Does the title of our short story have to be a LotR quote as well? Or can it be whatever we want so long as we use a LotR quote in the story itself? A: The minimum LotR content in your story is one quote in the body or title. You're encouraged to do more than that. Q: Are we allowed to enter a songfic? A: Yes, songfics are fine. If the song is LotR / The Hobbit related, then it can count as your quote. Q: What if you don't know where quotes come from? A: You'll have to try to find it -- we need proof that it's from LotR/the Hobbit. If it is from the trailer, though, that's fine; just say so. Q: Where in the post should we put the citation? A: Citing it in the story body would most likely disturb the pace of the story. It is recommended to put it at the end. Q: What constitutes a quote? Does it have to be a full sentence? A phrase? A: A full sentence. Though if you really want to use part of a sentence, PM 55555 or Velox with it and we may make an exception. Other questions?If you have any questions about the contest not answered above, please post them in this topic. Chances are someone might have the same question, so if you post rather than PMing me, other members can read it the answer.First, however, look through this post to see if I've already addressed your question. But if you can't find an answer, or you think something is unclear, don't hesitate to post and ask about it!——— Contest Staff:Contest Hosts:55555VeloxContest Assistants:Xccj Tolkien ——— Far over the misty mountains coldTo dungeons deep and caverns oldWe must away ere break of dayTo seek the pale enchanted gold.The dwarves of yore made mightly spells,While hammers fell like ringing bellsIn places deep, where dark things sleep,In hollow halls beneath the fells. It is our pleasure to host another contest, and we hope you all enjoy it as well! Now get writing!
  10. As we know, on our beatiful world sometimes it happens we find out something absolutely strange: an event, an animal, a particular landscape element...We get stunned by these things and maybe we would want to share those things with others. So, my idea was: what if we collect our weird facts here?Because I'm obviously the first poster, I'll bite first:did you know about the existence of the "shrinking frog"? When it comes to life its length measures 25 centimetres ( 9.8 inches ), but when it grows it gets to just a quarter of the original one, which means approximately 5-7 centimetres ( 1.9-2.7 inches ). Unbelievable? Check it out: search for "Pseudis paradoxa" on the net!----- Lord of the Rings -----Titles: Dark Lord, Lord of Mordor, Lord of Gifts, Lord of Barad-Dûr, Lord of the Earth
  11. SSC#9: In The Darkness Bind Them entry Tirashos, Southern BZ-Koro Coastline, Year 271, Day 25, 6.45 Lunar TimeThere was only One thing that mattered, and that was his golden Kanoka.He remembered his turaga saying, "Keep it out of harm's way. It is the One Kanoka to rule them all. It cannot be damaged, but hold it close to you, Galuk.""Yes, Turaga. But should I go into hiding?""No. They will find you and take the kanoka, no matter what," The turaga paused for a second. "Stay on the move, and stay in a spot only overnight."Turaga Braap looked at the teal toa."I depart at morning," Said Galuk.---Tirashos, Day 26, 2.12 Solar Time"Galuk! Wake up," a matoran whispered forcefully."Dala? What's wrong?""Turaga Norel told me to find you. She says her scrying has found Zyglak coming to the mainland.""So I leave now?""Hang on," the matoran stated. "She said to try to evade them as much as possible. They know you're somewhere near BZ-Koro, but don't exactly know where. She suggests you go to Warzone.""Tell her I'll leave at 5.""I will."---Barawahi, Horizon Castle, Year 271, Day 26, 5.45 Solar Time"You must be Galuk. Welcome to the home of the Hand of Faith Clan, Horizon Castle.""And you are...?" Galuk asked."I am Makor, and Makor means Me!""What is your position in the Hand of Faith?""I am Lord Makor, King Xaran's secretary and chief adviser.""Has His Majesty been informed of my arrival?""Let's walk. His Majesty has been told of a visitor, but nothing more than that," explained Makor."Then I guess we should meet him, eh?""Yes. My Lord," Makor spoke into his gauntlet, "We have a visitor.""Makor!" A hearty voice exclaimed from the speaker. "Bring him in! I'd like to see him.""Yes, Your Majesty."---Horizon Castle, 6.00 Solar Time"Ho ho ho!" Laughed King Xaran mirthfully. "So you're saying that this 'magical kanoka' cannot be destroyed?""Yes! Exactly!" Exclaimed Galuk."May I see it?""Be my guest," says Galuk, handing the kanoka disk to the king."Makor, fetch me a Blue Grime grenade.""Yes, m'lord," says Makor."What! Are you crazy?""Actually, the term you're looking for is 'insane'," corrected Xaran. "And yes, I'm insane. However, I have an inkling as to what this disk actually is." Makor reappears and hands the king a blur grenade, one without a pin, and a taser-like object and walks back to the side. King Xaran then places the grenade on the kanoka and carefully, slowly, surely just barely touches it with the taser.---Horizon Castle, 6.10 Solar TimeThe effect was instantaneous: Blue exploded everywhere but quickly dissipated. The beings were a bit flustered and shaken up by this, and yet were surprised when the golden disk still remained intact."Just as I thought," said the King. "This is no ordinary kanoka. This kanoka grants the user invisibility, but its powers are not just limited to just that. Fire it, and no one can see you. Once it automatically returns to you, fire it again, and you're visible. It cannot be destroyed, unless by the fires of the Magmoor Volcano on Tyrant."All of a sudden, an alarm sounds very loudly in their ears."What's that?""Oh, just nothing. Probably another clan trying to beat us. It happens many times."Sir, come take a look at this," one of the sentries called out."What is it, Reklon?" Asked the King. "Oh, dear, this is much worse than I thought.""What is it," Galuk asked. "Heavy warriors?""Worse than that," Makor said grimly. "Zyglak."---Horizon Castle, 6.30 Solar Time"No," protested Galuk. "I'm coming with you.""Have you any weapons?""No.""Then you're not coming.""Can I at least get a launcher for my kanoka?""Sure," said the ignorant General Zaar. "It's not like you're going to be allowed anywhere near the front lines." Zaar was heading to the Armory to 'suit up,' per se. When they both got there, he gave Galuk a kanoka launcher and a few daggers, just to be safe. "My gift," Zaar said."I can't take this.""Sure you can. Now get to the battlefield and GET INTO BATTLE!!!""Okay," Galuk says while running.Once he's on the 'drawbridge,' he sees total chaos on the battlefield. King Xaran casting magic spells, Zyglak infecting warriors, artillery shells exploding at every turn, et cetera.He makes is way to the King, and hears him shouting "YOU SHALL NOT PASS!!!" After this, a barrier appeared and incinerated all Zyglak that even touched a mere portion of it. "So glad to see you. my friend. I was afraid that you couldn't make it. ZAAR!""Right here, sir!""Get your troops lined up.""Your Highness, that could take all day."":Well, just be glad that it's morning!""Galuk, I want you to turn invisible and kill as many Zyglak as you can. I fear they're after you. Go now!"Galuk did as he was told. He put the kanoka into the launcher and loaded it up. After a few seconds, it fired, and Galuk was nowhere to be seen. Meanwhile, General Zaar noticed many Zyglak randomly falling.To Be Continued... INFORMATION I do not own or have any claim to ownership of the Code Lyoko XANA eye. I also claim no ownership of the Lord of the Rings series. QUOTES: "...One Kanoka to rule them all..." ~ "One Ring to rule them all..." Fellowship of the Ring, Chapter Two"I am Makor, and Makor means me!" ~ "I am Gandalf, and Gandalf means me!" The Hobbit, Chapter One"YOU SHALL NOT PASS!!!" ~ "You shall not pass!" Fellowship of the Ring, Multiple times throughout the entire book
  12. Hey, BZPower!Last summer, I assigned myself a very large and very ambitious project; namely, to make LEGO sets of all three Lord of the Rings movies. Already, it has been proven clear to me that this will be a daunting and immensely time (and money) consuming project. There are so many iconic settings and characters to build, so many custom pieces or special heads to order... I feel a little like Peter Jackson in that I'm trying to make all the custom figures from all three movies at the same time, to save on shipping costs I'd be paying later. Since I'm also making as many figures as would be needed for all the sets combined (i.e. 5 of the same dark-coat Frodo, since he appears that way in that many of my planned sets) the result is about 100 figures I'm trying to complete more or less simultaneously.There are many many characters I've built thus far who are almost done, or are finished but from a movie other than The Fellowship of the Ring. So, not wanting to reveal all my tricks just yet, but still hoping to generate some traction and early excitement for this project/desperately seeking reassurance that this project is a good idea, I've decided to give y'all a little preview of what this project will be like. Here I'm sharing a few completed figures from the first film, who conveniently adhere to a scene from Fellowship: the battle atop the forgotten watchtower of Amon Sul, at Weathertop hill. The figures pictured are Frodo Baggins, Ranger Aragorn, and some Nazgul.Thanks for viewing! Stay tuned for later tastes of the project!
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