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  1. Wiriamu

    A Lingering Shadow

    A special thanks to Xboxtravis, who's marvelous works blending G1 and G2 Bionicle helped inspire part of this work. You might recognize some elements from my previous G2 work Head of Stone, Heart of Jungle. EDIT: Silly me, forgot to make a review topic: http://www.bzpower.com/board/topic/23978-review-a-lingering-shadow/ Kini Nui, the ancient City of the Mask Makers, had regained much of its lost glory since the departure of the Toa and the closing of the Shadow Realm. The majority of Okoto's inhabitants had returned and taken up residence in the city, and the efforts of their many builders and artisans had done much to heal the damage caused by centuries of neglect and various battles. On this night, fireworks lit the sky as the inhabitants did what no Okotans had done in countless ages: held a great Festival of Masks. Music echoed throughout the city and across the island as instruments of every shape and size were lifted by Okotans young and old, while the drumming of feet in dance added its own beat to the night. High above the festivities, in the building that served as both Ekimu's Forge and the Temples of both Creation and Light, the Mask Maker, the Protectors, and the archaeologist Harvali stood gathered in an ancient vault. Various artifacts and other items of importance, such as the mask of Tera* the Skull Basher, were stored in this chamber, which Ekimu usually kept locked. However, following the defeat of the Shadow Horde, he had allowed Harvali to enter the chamber and begin cataloguing various items in order to ascertain whether they might be of value to the island as a whole. Now she sat with a large, ancient volume before her, with Ekimu and the Protectors watching anxiously. "Forgive our pulling you away from the Festival, dear Protectors, but Master Ekimu and I though that you should see this. This tome was hidden in a secret alcove within this vault, which I only discovered after as Ekimu and I were having some old containers moved out for placement in the museum that once served as Ekimu's tomb. It was sealed, with instructions that it should only be opened by the Protectors and any Mask Makers who should be alive at the time that the Prophecy of Heroes should be fulfilled. Ekimu himself has never seen it, but it seems to date from the time when the Temple of Light was constructed, thus explaining how its makers could know of the prophecy." Nilkuu, Protector of Stone, raised an eyebrow. "Such an ancient book...who knows what secrets it might contain?" "That is what we intend to discover-and at my invitation, Harvali shall read from the book," Ekimu replied. "She has dedicated her life to preserving Okoto's ancient history, and I think it only fitting that she should share the contents of this volume with us. Once she has done so, we shall have a decision to make, my friends: whether or not this account should also be shared with the people of Okoto." Narmoto, Izotor, Vizuna, Kivoda, Nilkuu, and Korgot each nodded their heads, acknowledging the solemnity of the occasion. Then, at a nod from the Mask Maker, Harvali carefully opened the book to the first page. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she began. "In the time, before time..." This island, which we now call Okoto, was very different from what it is today. Its regions were not infused with the very power of the Elements themselves, and its inhabitants-who were taller than they later became-were scattered and without purpose. One day, there came among them one known as the Herald, who-through daring unmatched before or since-accomplished great feats. When his tasks were done, the Herald vanished, but there arose a mighty hero: Takanuva, the Master of Light, whose Light reached the very stars from whence all Okotans are said to have come. Thus it was that the Great Beings sent seven more heroes down from the heavens, which was said to have had a hand in the creation of our world. These heroes were Tahu, Master of Fire; Kopaka, Master of Ice; Lewa, Master of Jungle; Gali, Master of Water; Pohatu, Master of Stone; Onua, Master of Earth; and Teridax, Master of Shadows. With them, they brought the Vahi, Mask of Time, which was said to have played a role in the birth of our world. By joining their powers together, the heroes created a beautiful temple to safeguard the treasure, before creating a great labyrinth on a neighboring island to safeguard treasures too great for even the noblest of Okotans. With these tasks done, the Toa set about teaching the Okotans to harness the Elemental Powers within each of them by relying upon the masks that they wore. In time, eight tribes were formed, each possessing the power of a different element wielded by their respective Elemental Master. The Fire Tribe became renowned smiths and lava farmers, founding the fortified city of Mata Nui; the Ice Tribe built the city of Voya Nui as their observatory and repository of Okoto's legends and prophecies; and the great engineers and explorers of the Jungle Region founded Kini Nui, which they shared with the noble mask makers of the Light Tribe. Mahri Nui became the heart of the Water Tribe's enterprises, which included not only sailing and fishing but scholarship and science; the Stone Tribe's artisans raised the great city of Metru Nui, future capital of the island; the Earth Tribe's underground metropolis of Karda Nui encompassed a great museum, surrounded by miles upon miles of mines and other caverns, which for a time were also home to the Shadow Tribe. For many generations, the people of Okoto enjoyed an age of prosperity, using their Elemental Powers under the direction of their noble heroes. Unfortunately, while most of the Masters were loved by all, the fierce Teridax was feared by most Okotans outside of his own Shadow Tribe, who were themselves feared for their creation of dangerous creatures more than loved for the creation of helpful ones. In time Teridax grew jealous, and sought to claim Okoto for himself and stand as Master of All Elements; to that end, he used dark arts to craft the mighty Nui Stone, an artifact that he used to rob Tahu, Kopaka, Lewa, Gali, Pohatu, and Onua of their powers. With these energies and his own Shadow powers at his command, Teridax's victory seemed inevitable, but Takanuva was able to destroy the Nui Stone in a desperate strike. Teridax was consumed by the released energies, which created a rift in reality itself that was filled with his darkness; thus was the Shadow Realm born. Before he perished, Teridax swore that the Shadows would avenge him, and his blade fell upon the ground and was left at the site of his demise. Takanuva, fearing for the lives of his fellow Toa, sacrificed his own powers of Light to send them back to the stars. Before disappearing himself, the Toa of Light comforted the Okotans, revealing that the Toa would return again-though he did not know how they might be affected by Teridax's actions-and that the long absent Herald would make his own return prior to their coming. He also left behind his mask, the Avohkii, the finding of which had been one of the Herald's tasks. Without the Toa to guide them, the eight tribes of Okoto fell victim to suspicion and mistrust-in the case of the vengeance filled Shadow Tribe, it was well deserved. Teridax's actions prompted the passing of a sacred law barring the creation of masks containing more than a single elemental power; for some even this was not enough, and a policy of strict isolation between tribes became common. Every relation from trade to marriage between the tribes was regarded by most as an insult to the memory of the Toa and an act of worship of the fallen Teridax. Though Kini Nui remained the provision of both the Jungle and Light Tribes, fewer and fewer Jungle Tribesmen would make their home their as the generations passed. It would prove tragic in more than one respect, for the Light Tribe and the ostracized Shadow Tribe became locked in an ongoing war that saw both decline. Despite the division among most of the tribes, this was still an age of great heroism. Among the exploits that took place in this time were those of a group of warriors under the mighty Ackar and the cunning Kiina, who drove off the Piraka pirates before pursuing them into unknown seas, never to be seen again. The island was also menaced by the fearsome Skrall, a dark horde who were only stopped when the powerful duo of Axonn and Brutaka faced their leaders Tuma and Stronius in a battle that caused a portion of the island to sink, taking the battling titans along with it. Hydraxon, hero of the Earth Tribe, faced the Shadow Tribe warlord Icarax, while Surel, friend to the wolves of Okoto, faced the dreaded Telluris, master of the Skopio war machine. In time, a mere handful of members of both the Light and Shadow Tribes remained, but these were powerful and fearsome, possessing all the Elemental Power that had previously been shared among hundreds. Among the Light Tribe survivors were the brothers Artakha and Karzahni, leaders of their tribe and the last Mask Makers. Karzahni was renowned for his skill in battle wielding chains, and under his rule the city of Kini Nui was a place of great sportsmanship. Many noble warriors or competitors, such as the four-armed Jungle Tribesman Oris and the masterful archer Likus**, were interred in the city after spending lifetimes in its service. Artakha was more devoted to his work of creation, and was notable in one other respect: despite the war between them, he had fallen in love with a woman of the Shadow Tribe, Korusca***, and the two were joined in marriage. The Shadow Tribe, determined to achieve a final victory over not only their Light Tribe enemies but over all others, enacted a dark ritual. Using magics left to them by the Sisters of the Skrall, worshipers of the foul Annona and Tren Krom, they channeled all of their Shadow energies into their leader Miserix, who also used the Avohkii to drain the powers of Light from their enemies. His six minions then used the same spell to draw the powers of the other tribes from them; the process left all the other Okotans reduced in stature and without the Elemental Powers they had so long wielded. Now known as the Element Lords, the seven villains sought to claim the island for their own, and even the great Karzahni and Artakha could not defeat them alone. Fortunately, there were those who recognized the danger of the Element Lords as being far greater than any old suspicions. Six of these, one from each tribe-Flammik, Buzkayo, Bumonda, Rokreng, Droton, and their leader Lady Jagiri of the Jungle-came together and aligned themselves with the Mask Makers, who crafted a set of seven masks. The eight heroes soon confronted the villains at the Temple of Time itself, where they employed the masks in an effort to drain the villains of their power. In the ensuing battle, Karzahni was knocked into the pool of the Temple of Time, and was ever after possessed of the power to see or grant visions of the future. The mask used to drain the powers of Miserix became twisted by its dark powers, which it alone attempted to contain, while Jagiri and her comrades drew the powers of their respective Element Lords into their masks and themselves. This would forever mark their bloodlines, and they and their descendants would thus be the only ones among the Okotans able to master the power of Elemental Masks. Stripped of their powers, Miserix and his minions ceased to be, while Artakha and Karzahni-the only remaining members of the Light Tribe in the wake of the Element Lords' onslaught-reclaimed a portion of their tribe's Light power from the Avohkii, granting them increased longevity. However, the heroes and the elders of the island soon decided that it was too dangerous to attempt to return the Elemental Powers to the islanders. As such, the excess Elemental Power was channeled into the island itself, which was remade and renamed: Okoto, the land of six regions. The elemental forces produced crystals that radiated elemental energies, and gave rise to the Elemental Creatures: Ikir, Melum, Uxar, Kivoda, Ketar, and Terak. Agil, Creature of Light, was born from energies released from the Avohkii, though no Region of Light came to be as a result. An attempt was made to release the darkness within the seventh mask made by Artakha and Karzahni, resulting in the birth of Jaga, the Creature of Shadows****. However, the darkness that might have given rise to a seventh Elemental Region was instead drawn to Teridax's discarded blade, and his oath of vengeance was given form as a monstrous mockery of the departed Toa, who was soon given the name of Umarak. Jagiri and her comrades became the first generation of Protectors, dedicated to defending Okotans from whatever danger might arise. Under their guidance, the six surviving tribes became allies once more, and many of the old taboos were cast aside. For some years they continued to work with the Mask Makers, though sadly Karzahni was eventually driven mad by his visions, and later murdered by Umarak, who stole the Shadow-infused mask from Kini Nui and named it as his own, the Hunter Mask. Artakha and Korusca were subsequently blessed with twin sons, Ekimu and Makuta, whose mother passed soon after their birth, having forsaken the power of Shadow that had been her birthright. In time, Artakha himself passed, leaving his Mask of Creation to Ekimu while crafting the Mask of Control for Makuta. Ekimu and the Protectors were silent, processing the long lost account of Okoto's ancient history. Kivoda, who along with his comrades had said nothing during the narrative, turned to the Mask Maker. "How much of this did you know, Master Ekimu?" "Some, of course-part of it is the history of my own family. But my uncle Karzahni, whose visions were inscribed in the Temple of Light as the Prophecy of Heroes, foresaw the need to keep much of it secret, and impressed that need upon my father Artakha. I wish I had known this before the Toa had departed-it would have been a comfort to them to know of their origins and connection to Okoto's past. But we must concern ourselves with the future-we cannot change what has passed." Intent on their discussion, the eight Okotans were unaware that they were observed by the most unlikely of sources: the Bull Skull Mask once worn by Skull Basher. Though no eyes could be seen through its empty sockets, it was indeed receiving audio and visual input. And on the other side of a wall between worlds, that input was received by another whose history had been touched upon in the ancient tome. Makuta, the last Okotan to bear the legacy of the Shadow Tribe, stood trapped in the dimension born from the fall of the first Master of Shadows and smiled wickedly at his brother's words. "Oh, how wrong you are, brother-you just don't know it yet." To be continued... *Skull Basher's name is taken from a placeholder name for an Earth Tribe Glatorian mentioned in the draft for the cancelled BIONICLE 5. **Oris is also named for a BIONICLE 5 character, a Jungle Tribe Glatorian, while Likus is named for an Ice Tribe Glatorian intended to appear in the same film. ***The name Korusca comes from a prototype name for the Kanohi Avohkii. ****I figured that if one magazine model could be a Creature of Light, the other one could be the Creature of Shadows with a G1 inspired name.
  2. Trijhak

    A Question

    Why is Takua up there by the blog title? What is he planning? Why is he taken aback by something? If he has more rocks in his head than a Po-Matoran, I think he should get surgery to fix that.
  3. chron·ic adjective persisting for a long time or constantly recurring. Welcome to Chronic Records, a CYOA comic! As inferred by the abbreviation, a Choose Your Own Adventure comic runs on community input - you send in what you want to happen next! The comic is based on the MNOG storyline, more or less (creative liberties may apply). Please send in Action Commands prefaced by the character's name. For example: Tahu: Fight Bohrok. Action Commands can be sent in via PM or in a post. If in a post, please provide a legitimate post alongside it. EDIT: Due to issues I've seen, this is more of a suggestion than a rule. At least try to. If you can't, it's fine. c: -1/16/14 Cameos: Cameos are being handled differently this time around! Cameo characters will more likely just be seen in the background - they won't be integral to the story, most likely. And now... we begin. --- ... You have awoken in a strange new place - at least, it seems strange and new to you. You can't remember where you are, or who you are, for that matter. What will you do?
  4. Link: http://skygazer17.deviantart.com/art/Bionicle-Sketchdump-1-541710318 Arghhh I don't know how to thumbnail, if someone knows what to do please tell me. Other than that, here are some of my human designs of Bionicle characters. On the top left is Toa Gali, Lewa, and Kopaka. I deemed it necessary that Gali have center-parted hair and a regal look. Sorry if Kopaka looks a lot like Sokka. I was going to give him really long hair, but I wanted to give him a much edgier look. Top right: Toa Nokama and Turaga Nokama. I like the idea of her having cornrows. I don't know why. Anyways, she aged well. (I really want to draw the Toa Metru by the way. I think that would be fun.) Center top: Hahli and Macku. I imagine Hahli as being very petite but strong, whereas Macku is tall and lanky. But hey, somehow it works and they form a great Kohli team. Personality-wise, Macku is more impulsive and sassy, and Hahli is quiet and loyal. Center: Takua, Macku, and Hewkii. In my mind, Takua has always had a crush on Macku, but Macku falls for Hewkii. Who always makes it a point to be shirtless. So every Kohli game is a secretly a show-off battle between these guys. Hope you like Macku's flower and lei from the end of the Bionicle online game Bottom left: This takes place right after Takua and Jaller leave Ta-Koro riding on Pewku. Yeah. And about Takua's design: I really wanted to make him look young and youthful. I always imagined him as a boy because of his curious nature and adventurous spirit. He's a goofball, but deep down he has a very serious soul. I mean, who gets exiled from their own city? That's so sad.
  5. Here's my version of Takua and his trusy crab Pewku. Takua is wearing face paint because he's SUPPOSED to be at the Kohlii match already, but of course his curiosity gets the better of him. I wonder what he's looking at... Here's the link to my deviantart for a bigger picture: http://skygazer17.deviantart.com/art/Chronicler-470579602
  6. He bridges the gap between darkness and light in the hopes that the villagers of Okoto never have to. Armed with his trusty Protector’s Staff of Chronicles, his wit and his Neverfull Satchel, this nameless one records the History of his people as he journeys from one village to the next. He never stays for long, and is gone as quickly as he arrived. Because of his nomadic and prying ways, he is not trusted by many. [Flickr Gallery] -------------------- To me the most important thing aside from Takua's iconic colours was to get that backpack as close to the original MNOLG version, and it just so happens Takua's old face was the way to go.
  7. Millennium

    The Awakening

    I: The Banishment The millenary inscriptions poured down from history itself flowed endlessly under their eyes. From just to the night earlier to the furthest and darkest moments of the time before time, not a single year nor month or day of matoran record was ignored, and doomed to oblivion. Every inch of the vast smoke-filled room was covered in the circular hieroglyphs of the matoran alphabet, detailing all that has been: the collective memory of the matoran community, which scholars from all across the island came to study and recall, with an almost religious reverence to history, so strong and faithful to give them the necessary courage to face the many dangers of a long journey. Probing deeper and deeper into the valleys of history, proceeding towards the stairs, the stone pillars, the relics and the altar to the gods at the very bottom of the room, the common round characters to which every matoran is used were progressively replaced by hexagonal ones and then by totally absurd and incomprehensible signs: the writing of the matoran that had been and that were no more, describing the life of an once rich and advanced civilization, long before the matoran escape and settlement on the tropical Mata Nui. Translating these ancient texts passed down through time was a sacred task that brought matoran from all the koros together. Most of the time, however, the translated inscriptions did not make much sense to modern matoran. Takua bit his tongue to stop himself from screaming. The poor quality Huna he wore to enter the temple fell of his backpack with a loud clang. “By the Great Beings! – cried Kodan – Oh, no. No, no, no. We’d better leave now.” “Shh, shh. No one heard us, keep calm.” Takua tried to reassure his po-matoran cousin, albeit uncertain of his own words. Even if they were found, what could happen? The guards would have just scolded them from entering the temple without permission. At night. They were not doing anything forbidden, after all. Kodan’s mask of sonar was pleated in an expression of increasing tension and fear. The po-matoran’s clear blue eyes were tremblingly staring at Takua, looking for trust, for bolstering. From the top of his positive approach to life, of his optimistic view of society and reality, and his jokeful way to solve problems that always managed to save his skin, Takua looked down on his cousin’s fears with mockery, and a smile. “Listen, there is nothing to fear, Kodan. – he encouraged him, serene – Just concentrate on those writings. If you really manage to translate them as you told me, Vakama will praise you. Keep calm and nothing will go wrong.” “I want to believe you, Takua.” “Good boy.” The ta-matoran patted him on the back, several times. Sheesh. He sure wasn’t so dang paranoid when he first proposed this. Takua’s cousin Kodan was way different from him. A bit more fearing of authority and faith, a bit less enterprising and unwary. All things that in the eyes of the community were to commend, he was a model matoran in those terms. But not in Takua’s. To him, someone like Kodan, most of the entire matoran population to be honest, was dreary and unpretentious. People did not know how to have fun, or what fun was, at times. All they did and all they thought about was their daily chores, their dear three virtues, the sense of duty, a life entitled entirely and utterly to work in honor of the Great Spirit. Surely those were times in which most, if not all, forms of entertainment were frowned upon, to say the least. Dangerous infected rahi on the loose, pressing more and more onto the villages borders, preying at each and every matoran’s very life. Matoran were constantly busy, and frightened, and suspicious, and stressed. They carried on praying helplessly to their sleepy god for ultimate salvation, or just for an instant of leisure and relief from a day of fatigue, when they had all the power to create, carve in the hours of daylight, amid unavoidable toils, their own moment of peace and recreation. Instead, they kept building stress inside of them. The po-matoran, at least, had koli. Takua sighed, pitying and cursing himself for his past decision to leave Po-Koro for Ta-Koro. He could not recall what passed through his mind, back then, the reason for such an unreasonable choice. As the two matoran’s shadowy silhouettes danced on the engraved walls, under the frenetic light of the temple’s candles and the firmer one of the duo’s own lighstones, Takua gazed onto his cousin, questioning what he has been asking to himself over and over again for quite a long time: How could someone leave Po-Koro? Nevertheless, Kodan had an ambition, a dream, and regardless that Takua deemed it to be rather weird, he appreciated and praised his cousin for this self-committed goal: to shed light onto the dark past of the matoran, deciphering the inscriptions of the ancient long-dead chroniclers, and become a chronicler himself. Such passion for uncovering the unknown past had Kodan pay visit to Takua very often. Takua did not share this zeal of his. He was attracted, however, by the enchanting tales and myths which old matoran’s history was wrapped of and, moreover, the enigmas concerning the ancient relics housed within the Wall of History. And not to solve them, obviously. Enigmas and riddles would lose all their inebriating influence if they were solved. Such relics were instruments and tools of unknown, long-forgotten origin, configuration and purpose, devised eons ago, memoirs of the glorious civilization that the matoran were, before the shadow of the Great Beast haunted and followed them across their many travels. Or so the Turaga would have the matoran believe. While Kodan’s interest was in facts, in realism and conciseness, leading to the chronicles, Takua’s literary call was that for ghost and adventure stories, built upon the rumors and the speculations this or that relic generated. He was quite good at it, too, making himself a name mostly because of his mythic and fictitious – he insisted on this aspect, as he heard that some of them spread across Ta-Wahi were actually believed to be true – tales, other than, of course, the numerous big and small incidents his playful and naïve attitude saw him involved in. The ta-matoran’s attention was then grabbed by something he immediately desired to grab. At the bottom wall of the temple, there were two massive staircases, mutually symmetrical. From the floor, they brought up, nearly at the maximum height of the Wall of History, until they both stopped abruptly, leading to nowhere, separated, by an empty space wide about the size of a matoran and high roughly about four. Amidst this chasm of holy stone, hanging over the void below, clinging onto the wall by nothing else but two tiny poles, there laid some sort of cane, or staff. Or maybe, an arcane weapon. From afar, Takua could not recognize its colors, although he could judge with a certain degree of confidence that they were rather fair. It did not look like anything more than some very old, unalluring piece of wood coated with a shiny paint or metallic layer, culminating in a razor-edged, elongated and baroque topper vaguely reminiscent of the Turaga of Ice’s staff. Did this stop Takua from wanting to get his hands on it? Of course not. Walking through the pillars and altars presenting to the viewer many forbidden pieces of lost technology, perhaps still functioning, he blamed himself for having never noticed the eerie staff before: it was in plain sight. And if he did notice it, how did he not remember, how could he not be intrigued nor allured? It was so plain and bare, yet it was there, alone, in a reserved and special spot, inaccessible. Anyone with a sense for mysteries and secrets would heed the staff’s ominous call and reach for it instantly. Takua was no matoran to ignore this call. His chestlight flashed more and more rapidly at every rung. “Takua! – panicked Kodan, seeing himself alone for a moment, terribly worried – Get down from there! What are you doing?” “Shut your mouth, you noisy pokawi! I just want to get a closer look…” Given that such a deed was easy. The space between the two staircases was larger than what Takua had hoped it to be, and the lighting there was very poor. If that cane was of some extraordinary significance – and it was, no way it could not be – one would expect it to be well lit. You just don’t put something so special where anyone cane see it, but you don’t provide good lightning for it. Hehe. – Takua was thinking, feeling somewhat proud and very intelligent – One might as well hide it, in that case. Aimlessly and to no use he furiously shook his lightstone in hope it could shed at least a sparkle onto the arcane staff. He could only notice that there was an inscription, in current matoran, he was sure of it, below it, and that it was of some shade of light blue. He ferociously desired to have a Matatu with him, and moaned. Instead, all he had was a powerless Huna, so shoddy its power lasted mere minutes, making the escape from the temple a quite complex task – Coming to think of it, were did I leave it? – and an useless Pakari. Maybe not so useless. Calling forth all his courage and recklessness, and the power of the mask of strength, Takua jumped. His four fingers tried in vain to reach the staff, before safely landing onto the top of the opposite staircase. “Are you crazy? Do you want to break your neck?” cried Kodan angrily, leaving his beloved portion of the wall to stay near his foolish companion. He was more genuinely worried than heated, despite the tone of his words. “Dear Artakha! Will you please be silent?” Takua jumped again. And again, his fingers clasped but thin air. “Takua, stop this. I don’t like where this is going. – his brown hands reached for his yellow mask of sonar, glowing at his will – I…I sense some steps. Someone is near. Please, Takua, we need to go now.” “Hang on just a little more…” The ta-matoran jumped one last time. His blonde feet did not meet solid ground. Both his hands grasped around the handle of the ancient item, and just like the staff itself, with the staff, Takua was hanging several feet off the ground. Now what was I trying to do? He said to himself, not knowing whether to laugh or cry in desperation. “Takua, I don’t know what in Artakha’s name you are trying to do. Whatever it is, stop it. Get down! Give it up!” This time Kodan made no effort to keep his voice low – he plainly screamed. “I...I won’t. I can’t!” It was quite a fall from there, the height was proving to be more frightening than what he thought it could be. His hold was already starting to loosen. If I really have to go down, breaking my legs – he thought – I want to bring this thing with me. Surging once more from the Pakari, Takua pushed and pulled, trying to slack the staff from its place. An horrid, creeping, creaking sound preceded his fall, and Kodan’s yell of agony. The Sacred Fire. A timeless flame which has never stopped burning through the ages, constantly nourished and cared; wherever the ta-matoran – and the whole matoran community with them – were or would go, the light and heat of the Sacred Fire, or a torch lit from its eternal hearth, would accompany their thriving and strife, and spread to the world as the matoran themselves. It was one of the duties of the Turaga of Fire to keep the Sacred Fire alive. It was the stare of the Turaga of Fire that oppressed and crushed the two fools with shame, on their knees before the Turaga’s judgment. The Sacred Fire burning at the centre of Vakama’s home, behind the elderly matoran figure, as well as the loads of candles lit among statuettes representing the Great Spirit, blazing in many colors, created a strange lighting that confused the eyesight. The Turaga’s orange Huna was darker than usual in such conditions. Not that Takua or Kodan could see it, their eyes fixed on the dusty ground by the weight of shame and guilt. The Turaga shook his head silently, staring at the two broken fragments of the Chronicler’s staff – so he called the instrument burning Takua’s curiosity. The tip of Vakama’s Firestaff harmonically and softly, yet ominously, hit the ground, elaborating a dark soundtrack for Takua and Kodan’s impending fate. No other sound but the crackling of the Sacred Fire. The duo’s breath itself seemed to have stopped, and none of them had the courage to even whisper. The three matoran, plus the guards at the Turaga’s door, were as frozen and surrounded by utter silence, if not for the Firestaff beats. Then Vakama started to walk back and forth, and the tingling of the fire emblem hanging around his neck added to the music. And he spoke. “Do you realize how old the Chronicler’s staff is?” No answer came. “It is perhaps the oldest artifact we possess. When our ancestors decided to put down in words we could read the history of our people, the very first chronicler forged this very tool – he pointed at the broken parts with his staff – to carve the very first letters onto the very first Wall of History, which we have been copying and translating restlessly in our travels.” Takua closed his eyes, as if doing so could take him away from that situation. “But it seems like words don’t get through to you, do they, Takua? It seems that having saved me from the skull spiders three years ago somehow gave you the rights to do as you please. I have told you once, and I will tell you again. Do I need to remember that ‘sport’ you invented and promoted, lavasurfing, as you called it, such a dangerous and unorthodox activity? Even among our youngest children, our hope and future, putting their lives in peril! And what about that time you took part in an expedition to the Tren Krom pass, without being member of the excavation team, nearly causing the cave to collapse?” The tremendous recalling seemed to have no end. Takua remained religiously quiet and accepted passively all that the Turaga was scolding him for, for it was just the truth after all. He just wanted to know what his punishment was. Recollecting his past mistakes – even if he did not consider lavasurfing a mistake, not at all – was of no help. “Now, this. What passed through your mind, Takua? And through yours, Kodan. Your father Ekimu won’t be pleased at all. Entering the Wall of History without authorization. At night. Evading the guards, like smugglers, like thieves. For what? Couldn’t you have waited till dawn, like regular scholars?” With the flame-shaped top of his Turaga staff, Vakama turned to Takua and forced to raise his head and look his Turaga in the eyes. “Do not get me wrong, Takua. I appreciate your spirit, and your heart. For having saved me, of course. I might be dead by now if it wasn’t for you. But you have been a nuisance, recently, to me and to the other villagers. Tearing apart this sacred relic, for how irrelevant it may seem to you, is a very grave deed for me, and for our culture.” Takua realized the time has come. Vakama’s sermon had ended and now, he waited silently his sentence, ready to accept it whatever it may take, and knowing that there was no way to avoid it. “I, Turaga Vakama son of Tahnok, successor of Turaga Dume, chief of Ta-Wahi and guide of the ta-matoran, hereby banish you, Takua son of Vohon, from the village of Ta-Koro, to the Ta-Wahi beach.” “What?! Banish!” yelled Takua, standing on his feet. He was ready for everything, sure, but not this. “No way! You can’t banish me, Turaga! You…you can’t! I don’t deserve this punishment for…for breaking an old stick! I won’t…” “On your knees, villager! – shouted one of the guards, striking Takua on the legs with the bottom of his spear, and then on his back, forcing him to kiss the dust of the floor – And watch your mouth. It’s your Turaga you’re talking to.” “Easy, guard.” Vakama calmed his man. “Turaga Vakama… – Takua whispered, daring to glance but at the Turaga’s feet, and at the train of his royal cape, decorated with the fire symbol, repeated countlessly inside small circles – Banished…for how long?” “Don’t see in banishment such a grave punishment, you will see that this is quite mild. You are just no longer allowed to enter Ta-Koro, until you prove to me and to your fellow villagers your good heart and that fun is not all you care about. Or you can seek fortune elsewhere.” “But, Turaga, please…not the Ta-Wahi beach! I…I hate the smell, and it’s tremendously cold there at night!” Kodan and Vakama could not believe their ears. Takua still had the heart to joke. “Why…why not the Tren Krom pass? At least it’s always cold. I’m begging you, Turaga.” “I’m sorry, Takua. As your Turaga, even in banishment I must be assured of your well-being, and the beach is the safest place to stay at the moment. Once you are there, you are free to choose your destiny.” “What-what about my cousin? – screamed then Takua in one last rush, trying immediately to prove his ‘good heart’, and in a honest way – He didn’t do anything bad, it was me who broke the staff and I made him stay ev-” “Don’t listen to him, Turaga Vakama. – Kodan interrupted, showing even more courage and honesty than his fire cousin – It was my decision to sneak into the first place. I deserve the same punishment.” “Enough. – said Vakama firmly, raising his free hand – Do not cover each other. You are both guilty. And Kodan, don’t be stupid. You are no ta-matoran neither a ta-wahian, I have limited powers over you. However, Takua: since he was host at your home, he shall be your host in banishment as well. Free to return under the watch of Turaga Onewa whenever he prefers, of course, and face whatever judgment he will deem right. Now, leave.”
  8. Greetings, BZPower community. Let's say obvious things first. This is the review topic for my very first "epic", given that I do not like to have it called this way. The first on this forum, at least. And the first in english. The interests section of my profile is empty, but I will tell you now: I write. A lot. I dream of becoming a professional writer one day. I have already completed a novel, am working on other two (one of which is co-authored), and many short stories. All of this in italian of course. Since I am italian (well, how unexpected). I have been thinking about a Bionicle novel for quite some time now, and had a very precise idea of a total re-imagining of the G1 universe, already before Bionicle's return. Then something changed. I received inspiration. A massive surge of inspiration. The original project I had in mind? Completeley scrapped (I still have the notes for it, anyway). I was so dang inspired that I began writing on this new 'novel' right away, even when I should be working on my other works. So, here we are. It'll be interesting to develop a novel in english rather than in italian. And because of this, I do not assure that what I write is grammatically or sintaxically correct. Feel free...more free than ever to point out mistakes of the sort. What else. Oh, right. I do not know the rate at which I'll be updating this. In general I have plenty of free time (unless I find a job these days, but I don't have many hopes for this...) and, for the moment, I have the second chapter ready (in mind, still not written) and part of the third. And this is it. The epic/novel/whatever you want to call it
  9. I made this using the "Paintbrush" whatchamadilit for Mac (because the Mac was free) And I have a webcomic on another site, and humanized Matoran are about to come into it so decided to draw one or two, starting with Takua, because Pakari translate better into human form, EDIT: Jalla EDIT: That one part in MoL when the Avohkii is found, EDIT: Hahli, with green cuz nostalgia: She also has diving goggles and breath mask thingy, EDIT: Hewkii,
  10. I got PoI, PoE, Pohatu, Hero Pack, and Lewa, here's the results: First up is Tehutti, a matoran who I just went with because his name sounded cool: With mining gear Under arrest Full circle He's got the power Running (had to make sure nobody fell for the running poses) Sliding (like a boss) "I am not fast, or tall, or smart, or brave or kind, but I am strong, and sometime, strong is all you need," And now, Kongu, because there wasn't anyone else who would have Lewa's mask in green: With new tree-chopping action Full circle-spin Running Sliding (still like a boss) Dancing like an Egyptian "Hello, fire-spitter, would you like to see yourself, cut-dead?" Jalla, captain of the guard: With guard armour With lowered weapons Full circle Staring at something important (Hahli, maybe) Running (like a boss) "The captain of the guard never backs down!" Hewkii, the one I did first: With stolen protector staff With posed stolen protector staff Full circle Running "D'you wanna play some Kohlii?" Takua, in "tohunga" form, because I didn't have enough bricks to build him an actual body and since the mask I wanted for him's likely not coming out in blue, once he gets to normal matoran mode, it'll be without the disguise, With Chronicler's staff "Help, I've fallen and I can't get up! No seriously, Jalla, help!" Full circle Running (like a boss) Sliding (like a boss) "Hey Jalla, where's your girlfriend? I wanna get her number," Group shot:
  11. Takanuva, Master of Light (AKA Wacky Tacky-nuva) Was partially inspired by this MoC by a Master Builder of Takanuva vs Teridax found in a LEGO Store (The use of the Gold Mask of Water and the staff design). I ended up building this after experimenting on placing the large torso armour shell on an Inika base design. Like my Trinuma MoC, I really wanted to make it seem like it would belong in the 2015 line by adding similar action features. I also wanted to give Takanuva aspects of all his iterations throughout the years like the blaster (2008) and golden armour (2003). His weapons can be stored on his back. (Click the pictures for higher res) Full Gallery Jimtacular, Protector of Pies Built this little guy out of leftover parts. Thought he looked pretty decent so might as well include him. He has two modes - serious eyebrow mode and moustachio el furio mode (as pictured below). Full Gallery -NotS
  12. http://m.imgur.com/a/ORRwr Takua does NOT use the POF build. Request any pics?
  13. This is my entry for BBC #69: Takua: Chronicler of Okoto. As you can see, he is based off his Tohunga version. I tried to make the throwing disk look good, but it's not that great. Except, it can be stored on his back! That's kind of why I had to use a propeller piece as the disk. I also liked the yellow on his 01 figure, so I kept that. I also thought the Protector of Water's mask looked great on him. I hope you enjoyed this entry. Here's the gallery of Takua: https://plus.google.com/111935429824494509525/posts/V3WaknqX23n
  14. A Traveler in the Light He wanders the wilderness alone. He is a mystery. He is an enigma. He is stealing all of my stuff. There is no quest too dangerous, no Mask too Great that he can't diligently ignore. —————————— I want to do a more complex build for him, but first I wanted to see what I could do with only the Fire Protector and Water Protector sets. [Gallery]
  15. Time to post something less controversial. lol Isn't that right Takua? lol Yep... Takua agrees. This is a quick concept art I made in 20-ish minutes, for a possible comic series. It was a project I wanted to do for a long time, and I even had older artwork made from Paint and similar concept that were made in 3d. Don't worry, I can take any criticism, complaints, or concerns, so be as honest as you want to be. lol
  16. Click for Tiribombastic! 'Tiribomba' is such a fabulous Matoran name, I decided he had to make an appearance in Nuva, and thus the first all-Matoran episode of the series was born! It's no technical masterpiece - I had to make the whole thing in two days, as I would then be packing to go to university (which is where I am now) but I'm pleased with the dialogue, especially one little nerdy name-drop (see if you can find it). Thanks to ChickenBond for voicing Tiribomba at the last minute, and for doing so with such enthusiasm. What do you guys think, should Tiribomba become a recurring character? This episode also features a new title sequence that I'm very proud of, and is (I think) more novel than the one I was originally using. In addition, check out BIONICLE: The Untold Chapters, a playlist of of short films from various creators set in and around the adventures of the main BIONICLE storyline. A big thank you to Ids5621, TheBohrokMan and Vrahno for allowing me to add their films to this collection! Hopefully this will increase over time, with films from all across the BIONICLE saga. The next few episodes are written, but they may be a while away. Like I said, I'm now at university, and while I can still make animations I'm not 100% sure whether they'll be as frequent. I'm already limited in terms of printing new backdrops, and most of my brick buckets are at home, on the other side of the country. However, I plan to get to the next few episodes of Nuva and, as always, their releases will alternate between my YouTube channel and the Custom BIONICLE channel, so subscribe to both to stay up to date! If you have any feedback or suggestions, or things you'd like to see in a future short, feel free to post them! I'm constantly trying to think of ways to improve the series, or even ideas for a new series - would anyone want to see Metru? The next episode is called The Seventh Stone, and you can read more about upcoming episodes here. Don't worry, I won't post any spoilers . -Jam Pot
  17. Hey everyone! So I recently rediscovered Bionicle, and I was struck with a big wave of nostalgia for what was a massive part of my childhood. Ever since, I've been mentally floating about the idea of doing a reboot of the original story. In particular, I love the story as portrayed through the Mata Nui Online Game. I loved the why it gave us a view of this epic quest through the eyes of an average Matoran. So that's the direction I am going for here. I wrote a brief short story to showcase my style and idea. If folks like it, I'll see if I can't make more. If not then it can just die out in this forum. No harm, no foul. Anyways, without further ado, here is The Chronicler. Balance. It is the order of things. Nature’s order. The only real order there is. There are two sides to everything. Fire and ice. The ocean and the desert. The towering heights and the great depths. Light and darkness. This duality is a necessity of life, for the truest way to understand something is through contrast. To know what something is, you must know what it is not. Even balance and order have their counterpart: Chaos. Though feared, there is a purpose to Chaos. It tears down the old so that the new can arise. Without chaos and destruction, life grows stagnant, old, and set in its ways. Chaos forces life to adapt and evolve. And death is the scalpel through which chaos shapes life. We flee death with such fervor, but death is merely the first step towards renewal and life. Death is simply another part of the great balance. My purpose is to observe this balance. To document it. I am the Chronicler. I am not like the others of my village. They seek only to do what they need to keep going. Routine has become their god, their protector. Like drones and beetles they scurry about, believing that if each does his duty, adheres to his responsibilities, we will all be safe. I know better. I have seen the storm coming. It is merciless. It does not heed our duty. It does honor our unity. We cannot stay behind our walls and expect to it pass over us. We will be wiped away, like dust in the wind. I have tried to tell them. They do not believe. Or rather, they choose to be blind. They fear me, because deep down they know I am right. This is why I must leave. I must find help outside the walls of Ta-Koro if my home is to be saved. I must find others like me, who know what is coming. I can only pray that I am not alone. End
  18. This MOC is actually a recolour of another MOC of mine (Poa) which was inpired by MOL itself. As you can see, this Takua is using the MOL colour scheme too (Very little blue and more grey). I actually tried shoehorning more blue on the MOC (such as the blue inner thighs, the feet and blue feet greebles), but to me it didn't look right. The concentrated blue on the face looks very striking in this case imo. gallery CC greatly appreciated
  19. Prologue: "Takua, where are you going?" questioned Maku. "Nowhere, just looking for more stories. I've been waiting for that Kohlii match, I know you have been too, Maku." Takua replied. "Yeah, I guess I have. Have you ever thought about being.... being a Toa hero?" Maku asked. Takua jumped. He'd never been asked this question before. He'd never even thought anything of the concept really. "No, why?" Takua answered. "Well, it's just that the group of us, Tamaru, Taipu, Hafu, Kapura, Kopeke, told me to tell you that we're leaving." Maku said slowly. "Leaving? What do you mean?" Takua spoke. Maku was hesitant. She didn't know if she should tell him why they were leaving, or if she should ask him to go with them. "We're going on a journey. A journey to see if we can be Heroes. We want you to co--" Maku was cut off. "Maku!" Taipu panted, "Tamaru's found a map!" "What the Gukko Bird is going on?!" Takua yelled. "You're coming with us, Chronicler. Coming with us on our Journey!" Taipu replied. "Taipu, stop!" Maku whispered. "Sure! As long as I get some stories, I'll be ready to go" Takua said joyfully. "Then it's settled. We're going now. Let us get to Tamaru, he's supposedly found a map." Maku commanded. Chapter 1: Takua and Maku, along with Taipu, met up with Tamaru. Tamaru explained that the map led to an island named Vyrii (Vee-Ree) Nui. "Vyrii Nui? Never sound-heard of it, is what I think-said when I saw this map-navigator." Tamaru said. "It might be a good place for my Hafu-Originals!" Hafu bragged.
  20. The second episode of my stop-motion series Nuva is here! Click for The Suva Scuffle This is the second episode of Nuva after Magnetic Mania, though I shot this first. The whole series is made in associated with my bros at Custom BIONICLE, and since this episode was set to go on their channel, I sort of handed it over and let them schedule it for whenever. Overall, I'm really pleased with how this turned out. I thought the backdrop would look a bit lame, but it seems to have come out okay. My only qualm would be the shot of the webbing, but I tried several times and this was still the best version. I can also confirm the names of the next three episodes! There are some more serious and Matoran-centric episodes coming... Ep3: Astray in the DriftsEp4: The Seventh StoneEp5: The EngineerI'm not sure when exactly these will all come out, but their releases will alternate between my YouTube channel and the Custom BIONICLE channel, so subscribe to both to stay up to date! Hopefully the series will run beyond five episodes, too, but these are the ones I have written so far. I'm also writing for Custom BIONICLE's series MATA, which you may or may not have seen, so keep watching that space too. The first episode proved to be a great success (by my standards, anyhoo) and so I'm hoping to be able to keep making these for quite a while. Like I said, they seem well-received, and I greatly enjoy making them. At the moment, my aim is to run through the Kal saga, right to the end of 03, though that would require me to get some sets I don't have(like Takanuva, and Jaller and Gukko) which I can't really afford. I don't have much to spend on sets either, but my improvisation seems to have served me well so far. Also, I'm always on the lookout for new voice actors, for BIONICLE and regular LEGO brickfilms. If you'd like to voice for any future films, or want to audition for a specific Nuva character, PM me a demo reel of some kind and I'll let you know if I have a part for you, though I'm afraid I can by no means guarantee that I will. Please note that I am only looking for people with microphones of good-to-high quality, so that the audio in my films is relatively consistent. For the record, iPhone microphones are good (I'm voiced for other people recently using an iPhone mic and it sounds perfectly fine). If you have any feedback or suggestions, or things you'd like to see in a future short, feel free to post them! Like I said, I can't guarantee I'll even get to the end of this series, but I hope to, whether BIONICLE comes back in 2015 or not. BIONICLE has been a huge influence on me as I've developed as a writer and filmmaker, so it's only natural for me to come full circle. -Jam Pot
  21. These guys have been sitting on my display shelf for months, so I figured I'd finish them up and post them before Brickfair. May I present my favorite canon bunch of Matoran: Chronicler's Co. Rebuilt ^ Link to Flickr Gallery ^ Takua Kapura Hafu Macku Tamaru - And Gun Video Taipu Kopeke So after finishing up Project Reignition (my reimagining of 2006 with Matoran, topic is a bit old and broken), I decided to rebuild the Chronicler's Co. in the same form. It's small, fairly posable, orthodox, and just the right complexity for set design. Lego even had a lot of the parts I needed in the right colors. Still, some (*cough*Tamaru*cough*) suffered from lack of pieces in the right colors, but I did my best. If you want more information, check out the gallery with more pictures and information. I was planning on writing an epic featuring these guys (another reason to rebuild them), and their individual pictures have more information on that if you are interested. And just for fun, here's a little tablescrap I built this morning (now with fingers!) Also, check out my other latest MOC, Krika Feel free to comment, critique, rip apart, praise, adore, worship, and most importantly, enjoy!
  22. Here is my interpretation of THIS SCENE in the Mask of Light movie. I love making my own interpretations of characters! I originally posted this on Deviantart and Tumblr but there's not a whole lot of Bionicle fans there, so I thought I would share it with you all! I tried to incorporate each character's original design, mask and colors. I always pictured Jaller as having dirty blonde hair. He keeps it short because it's a requirement in Ta-Koro's guard. His necklace has the fire emblem and his shoulder armor has the Unity, Duty, Destiny symbol. For Hahli, I wanted to incorporate the greenery of Ga-Koro into her outfit. Here she is wearing a traditional Ga-Matoran dress because she is proudly representing Ga-Koro in the Kohlii tournament in Ta-Koro. Her face paint and high cheekbones resemble her Kanohi mask, and the designs on her dress are similar to the ones on the gate at Ga-Koro's entrance. I always pictured her as petite and spunky with choppy hair, with dark skin like a Pacific Islander. I really like how Vakama's design turned out. He's not your typical wise old guru. I feel like he was always the Turaga who you could always immediately sense that he went on many adventures in life, hence the beard and stylish ponytail. And lastly, Takua, my favorite! I'll have to do more of him! I wanted to make him look young and adventurous, with crazy wild hair! This is also on Deviantart and Tumblr!
  23. This topic will be the place to post all reviews of the script for Mysterious Island, the musical film loosely adapting the 2001 story which I am writing. As always, all questions, comments, and criticism are appreciated. The topic for the script itself can be found here: http://www.bzpower.com/board/topic/13103-script-for-mysterious-island/ Welcome to Mysterious Island, an epic story in screenplay form that will tell the tales which we had as fans in 2001 anew. As such, this epic will mainly deal with the dangers that Makuta (Teridax) placed upon the Matoran of Mata Nui in the form of infected Rahi, the Toa Mata's arrival of the on Mata Nui, Takua's quest to aid the Toa, the Toa's acquisition of the thirty-six Great Kanohi masks, Takua's formation of the Chronicler's Company, and the battle between the Toa and Makuta in the latter's Mangaia lair. The story will not be an exact retelling, recording every important detail that was conveyed in 2001. Rather, it will broadly tell the major events of that arc, preserving the main path and results of the story and the majority of characters which it features, but changing a few small details or concepts, mainly in order to better fit the medium of film, as opposed to the flash game which was published in staggered chapters or the comics which were twelve pages each in length and released every two months.
  24. Do any of you have these two parts? I would be willing to buy them or trade for them. I bought a used Makuta set at Goodwill for $3 and these were the only two parts missing. Thanks! Flat Silver Avohkii Pearl Dark Gray Technic Block
  25. Following up on my relatively recent return to the Bionicle fan community, I have begun work on a large project: a film adaption of the 2001 Bionicle story. The title is tentatively “Mysterious Island”; it turns out that it’s already the title of a Jules Verne fantasy novel, but it’s not going to be the final title, and of course I don’t own the rights to Bionicle, either. I have decided, after a lot of thought, to make it a musical in order to distinguish it from similar projects. There has been an enormous amount of care into composing original songs which fit the tone of the 2001 story, and my hope is that none of them will disappoint. This preview is technically two scenes, one of which is closely connected to the next. It's written in screenplay format, or as close to it as Bzpower formatting will allow, though that shouldn't make it challenging to read. I picked the fifth scene to showcase as it is the only one which I have a complete musical number for as of now. Any comments, criticism, or questions are greatly appreciated. 4 EXT. SAND BEACH – MIDDAY TAKUA, a curious, outgoing, Ta-Matoran who dislikes following rules, walks from the TA-WAHI BEACH towards a forest several hundred feet away from him, beyond a ROUGH BASALT OUTCROPPING He hopes to find VAKAMA, the elderly yet clever sage who governs TA-KORO, in order to question him. As he scales the outcropping to approach the forest, he notices that it appears to have been severely damaged by a wildfire. 5 EXT. HEAVILY BURNED FOREST – MIDDAY Though it is noon, the trees of the vast forest blot out much of the sun’s light. Takua’s pace slows and his face begins to reflect his increasing nervousness. TAKUA Vakama? It’s Takua; I’m sorry for being so unannounced. Could you remind me of which way the city is? A breeze rustles several of the many dead leaves which cover the forest floor. The sound is frightening to Takua, who is already fearful. TAKUA ‘Cause I’m pretty sure it’s somewhere- ummm, around here. But I don’t know where. Help, please? Realizing quickly that Vakama does not hear him, Takua frantically looks around himself. He notices KAPURA, a Ta-Matoran with little patience yet is himself prone to philosophical musing, several hundred feet away. He is jogging between trees. TAKUA (Softly) Excuse me sir; do you know the way to the city? Sir? Kapura does not hear him. TAKUA (Louder) I’m near the beach; do you see me? Help, please? Or could you use some help? Kapura does not waver from his jogging. TAKUA (Louder still) You there; yes, with the Ruru: can you hear me? Do you need help from me? Or should I call someone? Takua pauses, worried. TAKUA Hello? Kapura notices Takua and turns to face him, running toward him. KAPURA What do you mean, need help? You've got to have seen me here before; I'm here almost every day. TAKUA Well, I-I... KAPURA I know this place so well, I could label every tree in here on a map. Come to think of it, I can't even remember the last time I went home to Ta-Koro... my, does time fly when you're having fun. TAKUA Are you sure you're okay? KAPURA Why wouldn't I be? TAKUA Well, you're running around alone... in a dark forest....full of dead trees. KAPURA They may look dead, but they're very much alive. Living in a different way as they did as simply trees. TAKUA Isn't that all they are still? Just trees? Uh...all dead, of course, but- Kapura cuts Takua off. KAPURA (Interrupting Takua) Not at all. These trees; really, everything in this forest holds a different kind of life. Takua has decided it best to simply play along with whatever Kapura is saying; he is now nodding silently and hoping that he isn't asked a question. KAPURA That is why it is such a good place for me to practice. But I didn't say that the trees are kind. TAKUA (Feigning Interest) I see. KAPURA They stare all day long, staring and hating me. We are kindred spirits, to a degree, so they do appreciate my practicing, in a way, but in between, they hate me. TAKUA Of course. KAPURA They were once all part of Ta-Wahi, but now they are part of something else. Takua is no longer able to contain all the questions which are constantly popping into his head. TAKUA But they're all dead! They're dead trees! Not alive! KAPURA No, you don't yet understand. The spirit of the MAKUTA dwells inside each of these trees, each of these leaves, each rock and each pinch of dirt. The air is the Makuta's, and he grips it tightly, living in it also. The Makuta can appear however he likes, and know whatever he wishes. Kapura suddenly tenses up with no warning, spins around and pointing a finger directly at Takua, shouts: KAPURA Are YOU the Makuta? TAKUA Ummm, I-I guess so? Kapura gasps, his face frozen in a stare reflecting a degree of horror completely unfathomable to the average person. KAPURA (Boldly) Creature, I h-have the c-c-courage to face a th-thousand demons of your kind! If y-you value your l-l-life, step away from me, now! In total panic, Takua raises his hands above his head and runs backward several yards as quickly as he can. After a few minutes of frightened staring, both completely unsure of the next move of each other, both Takua and Kapura begin to lose their fear. Each assumes a casual, peaceful posture, in stark contrast to their previous positions of fully willing warriors. KAPURA You know....you just might not be the Makuta, actually. Yeah, you're not. The Makuta would never act so frightened. (Beat) Kapura gestures for Takua to walk alongside him. KAPURA (Welcoming) Come with me. They begin to walk side by side towards Ta-Koro. It can be seen lying just outside the forest. KAPURA Do you even know what the Makuta is? TAKUA Not exactly. KAPURA Oh... someone's got to explain that to you, sooner or later. Kapura breaks into song at his next line. KAPURA Forced to sneak out one night I’d lost my shield Couldn’t allow another day Jala’d punish me Made my way to Tren Krom Break I found myself In the midst of a little quake Only me and my board Over lava Suddenly lost my balance And with it All my hope For even without rahi The lava’s not easy He is Makuta The spirit of hatred A demon who lusts for command He is Makuta And for centuries now He’s held his dark mark on our land.
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