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  1. So for Brickfiesta 2011, Black Six, Innerrayg, Nukaya, and I went to the Rooster Teeth studios, in Austin, where they "film" Red vs Blue. It was really cool, and afterwards, I decided I needed to watch the series. So fast-forward to October of this year, and Nukaya and I marathoned the entire ten seasons. It was awesome, and after, I knew I had to build one of the characters. So I settled on Sarge. All I know of Halo I know from Red vs Blue. | | | | |
  2. Flickr "She soars through the skies on cobalt vanes and rocket thrusters, enacting swift justice from above. Her pure white blade, powered by mysterious azure energy, can penetrate any armor. The elemental bolts of her rifle, made of this same energy, always hit true. None know her origins for sure, only that she serves a higher Light . . ."A female figure in powered armor. Featuring the prototype dark blue Matatu!I'm very pleased with how this turned out, actually. She's probably one of my favorite MOCs I've made. Also, a number of elements that I happened to have by chance certainly came in handy, such as the trans-blue circular blocks, the white System panels, and the skis.~B~
  3. NOTICE! NEW TOPIC IS READY! CLICK HERE! Well everyone, before i begin, i would like to give a brief explenation.For quite some time now, i have hoped to start up a Choose Your Own Adventure, or CYOA.Recently, i have noticed a slight gain in popularity of this sort of comic - and, i assure you - i've had this idea for quite a lot longer, and have just recently managed to improve my skills as a spriter and artist to pull this off - of course, i still have plenty of room for improvements. I have seen several CYOAs, and i intend to keep references to them at a minimal - unless, of course, someone sends me an 'action' related to one. Some basic rules are as follows:1. Character 'actions' must be adressed to the character's name, once other characters are introduced. I.E <Name>: <action>2. Action commands should be sent in PM, to remove clutter to the topic.3. If you are interested in any sort of cameo appearance, be it recurring or singular, please PM it to me, so as to keep the topic relatively clutter-free. Cameos must include spritesheet, either chimoru Sixshade, Kal, or R, i won't accept any others, as well as their name, action-command abbreviation, description, and powers. Cameos can be either a Simple Cameo [Equivalent to GS, may be in a few strips, or be a background character], or a Lasting Cameo [Equivalent to PGS, will be recurring character and should be around for awhile.]4. I am most likely to post each new 'comic' in a new post, as putting them in links would sort of... 'ruin the effect'.[AUTHOR NOTE: Update frequency depends on, for the most part, how many action commands i recieve in PM! So, please don't not-send me a command just because you think someone else already has - it may or may not be very likely, although sometimes i may be already working on the comic. Keep trying though, for the sake of the comic!]PLEASE KEEP IN MIND.Once you become a cameo, your character will be at the whims of those who give action commands, and the whims of how i play things out. In this sort of comic, it's something that has to be done.Regardless, i will try to keep what happens to the character within their... 'description'.Current Lasting Cameos:1. King Joe2. Justax-Kal3. Soran4. Utah5. Facade(Technically closed, but, feel free to send in a request. I might be able to use you at some point.)Current Simple Cameos:1. JiMing2. RO - (Ptolemaios)3. Open4. Open5. Open(People will be removed from the CSC list as they are moved out of place by newer CSCs, to keep in track of the latest ones.)Current available people for ACsLeraku: LERJustax-Kal: JKKing Joe: KJUtah: UTSoran: SORFacade: FACACS are enabled for everyone at the moment.Trophies:Soran's SANDWICH trophyUtah's JOLAND SEAL OF APPROVAL trophyBannersSeason One bannerSeason Two bannerSeason One fan banner by Soran (Image is too large, please click first link for Soran's fan banner)Season Two Banner ReduxFeel free to contribute a fan banner!And now...Dents.Dings.and Disasters.An orange matoran has awoken on the beach. Nearby is what looks like a large boulder, and far off, further down the beach behind him, there seems to be an odd collection of 'lilypads'.He can remember his name, but he does not seem to know why he would want to recall it. He knows it after all.What will you do?
  4. Well, it has been something like four or five years since I've posted anything (artwork-related or otherwise) on BZPower. But I just created something very cool and I feel the need to share it with some people who will have an especial appreciation for it. As you probably know, a marvelous fellow called Christian Faber recently started a blog where he shared, among other things, the official grayscale height maps used for the creation of Mata Nui and Metru Nui. Creating a 3d model of Mata Nui is something that I've toyed with, off and on, for eight years...in fact, back in 2004, I made a post of my first attempt, the height-map for which was created using a highly-'shopped modification of the classic Mata Nui map. Anyway, after messing around with the official height-map, and trying to think of ways to create a more photorealistic version of the Mata Nui map, I decided to take a screenshot of the modeled landscape and superimpose real, photographed imagery over it, to create a convincing picture of the island from at least one perspective. Not sure if anyone has attempted this before, but if so, well, here's my interpretation; First, the original render. You are looking north from the tip of Le-Wahi, towards the Mangai Volcano and the Ko-Wahi mountains: And the realistic version: Just for good measure... I added some atmospheric haze (derived from a depth map of the 3d model) to complete the illusion of enormity and distance. This makes some of the more distant mountains slightly tricky to see. Likewise, only if you look very closely can you see the smoke rising from the mouth of the Mangai. The aquamarine details in the ocean come from the Faber Files map. I hope you enjoy
  5. Front Page Thanks, guys! :DHere's my try at making a digital version for people to use [avatars, banners, coffee mugs....lol]. If anyone wants to use this, please give credit. EDIT: Oh yeah, I remember that Certavus isn't a Chronicler comment Here's an edit lol http://www.majhost.c...scoffeelogo.png http://www.majhost.com/gallery/sik1276/CBart/takuacoffee.png ____________________________________________________________________ Felt like doing something with Certavus again after looking at my old BS01 art entry and I saw what people were doing with coffee soo yeah, yep, this was painted with coffee. Not too bad considering it was my first time with this medium. Click-Clook. *now drinks the used coffee* P.S I had no idea what name the coffee brand should've been, rolling with the possible continuity errors.
  6. This has been in the works for a while and I recently got the pieces I needed to finish it, so I now present the Smooth Industries MH-91 "Dvojka" starfighter.BottomSideBackGallery (when public)The bottom is obviously not good and the back isn't much better, but there's not much I can do about that. I've tried.CC appreciated.
  7. Death was an inconvenience. No, he supposed, that was selling it short. Death was an extremely unpleasant inconvenience. More than that, there was something personal about it. Death, he decided, was an insult. Yes, that sounded about right. Tens of thousands of years spent trapped on a little island, broken up only by a jaunt in that Toa of Air's body, and what had been waiting for him at the end? Death. He could have gotten used to death, he supposed, if there was more to it. Some sort of afterlife would have been acceptable – some mindless, incomprehensible plane that would drive anyone still alive stark raving mad just by looking at it. He would have fit in just fine there. Instead most of the time he found himself – or actually, didn't find himself, he supposed. Most of the time wasn't time. It took a sizable amount of effort just to keep himself aware of what was going on around him – it seemed to him that he was keeping himself in existence by sheer force of will; he felt as though he were pulling back pieces of himself from some very distant place and trying to hold them together. It really was obnoxious. Still, if you had to know how to keep immeasurable, unknowable bits of yourself together to get by around here, living as a many-formed abomination of tentacles and ichor really was very good practice. Even so, as the fragments of spirit of the being known in life as Tren Krom pulled themselves together once more, they had a particular thought in mind: this would not do. He watched the Toa of Ice and the Toa of Stone examining his remains and idly toyed with the idea of letting them know who had killed him. He concentrated for a moment on the Toa of Ice, calling on the telepathy he'd so often made use of while alive, and was disappointed but not particularly surprised to find himself unable to make any sort of connection. Perhaps if he really tried, he would be able to, but the more he concentrated on the figure in front of him, the more he felt himself breaking apart, the pieces of his spirit being pulled away from each other. Well, it wasn't that important who had killed him, he supposed. They would be found out sooner or later. There was nothing for him to gain from finding justice for his death – instead he ha d to fo cu s o n Nighttime. Tren Krom cursed as he came back into existence – an act not to be underestimated considering it came from a being who'd had millenia to practice. He needed to be done with death on his part, and the sooner the better; which meant he needed something that could either make him a new body, or something that could repair his old one. He watched some sort of small animal nibble on what had been one of his eyes and decided that the latter option was off the table. There were two options, he supposed; the Mask of Life and the Mask of Creation. They would be fairly easy to get to in this form; the trouble was their owners. Artakha would do nothing more than lecture him about destiny before putting an end to what little consciousness he had now. As for the Ignika, he could feel someone embodied within it; whoever they were, they had to be quite powerful to exist in such a state, and if his brief experiment with a lowly Toa was any indication, he was in no state to try any sort of psychic assault on a living being. Frustration seeped through him. He could wait for some fortunate turn of events; perhaps whoever was sleeping in the Ignika would wake up, or perhaps the one who had caused this whole situation had Artakha in mind next. But that was unacceptable; he might be able to maintain this form as long as was necessary, but it would be another era of imprisonment. The irony was not lost on him; he'd gone from being trapped on a piece of rock over which he had total control to being free to roam the universe, provided he never interacted with it and spent his time making sure his mind didn't fall apart. He paused. Why wait? There was a third legendary mask, after all. A moment's concentration was enough to feel its influence, a piece of time itself trapped within a mask. He could feel it throbbing; it had been damaged once before, and since then it had quietly raged, waiting for another chance to be released onto the world and leave its mark. Tren Krom would have smiled if he hadn't long since lost anything analogous to a mouth. Why, it was like they were kindred spirits. Lewa Nuva had had better days, weeks, and quite probably months. Teridax taking over the universe had been bad enough; spending a few days trapped in the body of something that hurt to even look at hadn't improved his mood. Being captured by what appeared to be a group of Matoran that had been hit with the ugly stick was, he decided, the last evidence he needed to prove his theory that somewhere along the line the Matoran had gotten the words for “Destiny” and “Comedy of Errors” mixed up. As he trudged along he supposed it wouldn't be that difficult to escape; a quick gust of air to lift him up and he would be off flying before the spear-lovers knew what had happened. Yet somehow he found himself not particularly keen to put in the effort. The truth was, he'd been able to deal with everything that had come before: Teridax's reign was bad, but the Toa had pulled through – okay, not worse, but still pretty bad situations before; his sojourn as something that had had far too many tentacles was possible to ignore provided he tried very very hard to not think about it; there was probably a better than even chance these junglewalkers weren't going to kill him. The trouble, really, was that not thinking about his time in the body of Tren Krom had gotten extremely difficult when the being had forced itself back into his head in the form of a scream. It had been impossibly loud; the villagers so kindly escorting him had been startled, but for Lewa that scream had superseded the rest of the world. He could feel it echoing in the back of his mind as he walked; it wormed its way into the gaps between thoughts, reminding him of the days he had spent trying not to even think. It did more than that; it seemed like it was splitting apart his mind, fragmenting it into pieces he'd long since buried. He smelled the slightest hint of something sour, a stench he'd hoped to leave behind forever in the Nui-Rama hive; he heard the quiet murmurs of the Bohrok, sleeping now somewhere far away; he felt rage and frustration that would vanish for hours at a time and then return. It was all he could do to keep putting one foot in front of the other. Night fell as the group reached a small village. Lewa smiled weakly at the patchwork huts sequestered amongst the jungle. Ah, it's a little bit like old Le-Koro – except they weren't trying to kill me there most days. He stood wearily as several of his captors spoke to a group that seemed to have been waiting for them to return; even as one of the beings he'd been trudging alongside pointed angrily back towards the fortress in the far distance, he was shouted down by one of the others. Something big had happened while the group had been away, it seemed, and Lewa had absolutely no idea what. A minute passed as the groups argued; eventually, two of the villagers stepped forward, spears at the ready, and gestured for him to follow them into a small hut. It was no surprise to him when his captors left him there, secured the door, and posted a guard outside the window. The Toa of Air let out a lengthy sigh as he slid down against the wall. He had no idea where he was, what had happened, or who those villagers were, he could barely move from exhaustion, and his mind was busy trying to convince itself that it was either a mad Rahi, a Bohrok, or a dead nightmare, depending on how it felt at the moment. His head flopped forward; his body had decided that sleep would probably be the best course of action for the moment. After all, he was a light sleeper; at least he could be sure nothing was going to happen while he was asleep without his knowing. Something was wrong. Something was extremely, dangerously wrong. Voporak tried to focus on the Vahi in his hands, pushing to restrain its power, but it was as though there was something inside it pushing back. It didn't make any sense – one moment it had been dormant as always, and in the next he'd felt it come alive in his mind, eddies of time forming around it. He struggled to concentrate on the mask, willing what little power he had over it to be enough. It wasn't. As the mask fractured in his hands, he felt something deep with in him start to scream, and then Lewa opened his eyes. The room around him buzzed with activity; the casualties in the final battle against Teridax had been many, and there were many with wounds far worse than his. All things considered, he'd gotten off lucky, scorched by a Rahkshi but otherwise undamaged. A familiar, warm voice called out to him. “Ah, you're finally awake, brother.” Lewa turned to see Onua walking towards him, seemingly undamaged. That was Onua for you – he'd always seemed the most on top of things of all of them. Lewa smiled at him. “What, I don't deserve a quick-nap after all that? We did just save the universe, after all – and for real this time.” Onua chortled in response. “The fact you have to quantify 'save the universe' says more about the history of the Toa than every book in the archives put together.” His face contorted into a frown. “And much as I'd like to say it's all over and done with, I have a feeling there's still plenty of work to do. It's a shame Kopaka isn't here; Tahu could use some backup getting things organized.” Lewa paused for a moment. There was something wrong with that sentence. It made sense factually: Kopaka had set out to Artakha on the Order's behalf, but hadn't been heard from since. More than a little concerning, all things considered. But still, something else was... off about it. Onua seemed to sense Lewa's trepidation. “Something the matter, Lewa?” Lewa opened his mouth to answer, to say that something was wrong, something was very wrong, when suddenly a scream, unending and echoing, pierced its way into his mind. He grabbed his head in agony, a sudden fury filling him. Onua reached out a hand in surprise, and The Vahi pulsed in anger. A small change hadn't been enough; more was required. Much more. Lewa blinked. For a moment, just a moment, he'd seen something completely impossible: he'd seen Onua reaching out towards him from a room he'd never seen before. He shook his head; the weeks spent on the run must have started to catch up with him. He finished putting together the small fire in the center of his campsite, and looked around his surroundings. Bleak. A small cave, inconspicuous enough to be easily passed over, and far away enough from any major locations that nobody would come looking anyways. It was as close to an ideal hiding spot you could get when your enemy was literally the universe you lived in. It had all gone so wrong – Matoro's death had done nothing but give their greatest enemy exactly what he wanted. Resistance had been strong, at first, but little by little it had fallen apart. If he really wanted to think about it – which he hardly ever did – he could pinpoint the event that had really shattered their chances: Tahu's death at the hands of Teridax's Exo-Toa. Onua had arrived too late; his voice had shaken with sorrow when he'd told Lewa of realizing there was nothing he could do. They'd all parted ways eventually; killing Tahu had emboldened Teridax even further, and it was clear that staying together would do nothing but get them all killed. Lewa morosely threw a stick on to the fire. It had all gone so wrong; looking around him, he felt as though there had been some cosmic mistake, that there was somewhere else he should be right now. Suddenly, he saw something move in the distance beyond the cave's entrance, he stood and drew his weapon, extinguishing the fire with a controlled gust of air. Suddenly, a silhouette filled the cave's entrance; Lewa stepped forward to look, and then A scream. Horribly, impossibly familiar; it was all-encompassing, coming from inside his head rather than outside it. He fell to his knees. The figure above stepped towards him, the moonlight reflecting off his white armor, and then Ridiculous. The branch he'd chosen was utterly different from his original death. How could he still die? He had to make greater changes. The world could change for him. The world would change for him. A sickly green glow permeated the nest far beneath the surface. There was a clean, precise order to it: the Tahnoks here, the Kohraks there. Silence permeated the space; not a single creature moved. There was no reason to, after all. They had finished their mission exactly as needed. Before each section of slumbering Bohrok stood a sentinel, unmoving, prepared to lead should additional orders be received. They had been repurposed; there was no need for guardians of an island that had to be removed. They had made for excellent leaders of the swarm once they had been subdued. One of them stiffened, just for a moment. Something was wrong. He had felt, just for a moment, as if he were somewhere else, as if he were someone else. Except that wasn't quite right either – he was a different piece of the same person. He was missing something important. Which was impossible. The swarm had finished its job. Nothing important could be missing. Of course. The moment passed. And then it suddenly fell forward, covering its ears against a scream that somehow, impossibly, none of the rest of the swarm heard. It remained that way even as the other five sprung to life, each taking aim at the bizarre being that had stepped out of thin air, a manic grin across his face. “I've been naming these, you know. This one's particularly good, I think. How about, 'The Bohrok Ascendant'? It's got a sort of ring to Impossible. Impossible and unacceptable. How could he still be failing? He'd erased everything from the past that could have led to his death. Everything! Something different, then. He would try something different. Lewa jolted awake in the hut in the jungle. The guard outside his window didn't seem to notice. He felt violently ill; the Bohrok murmurs in the back of his mind had risen to a chatter. A dream, that's all it was, a stupid dream that doesn't mean anything. Oh, Rahi breath it doesn't, what is going on here? Standing and trying to ignore the chatter, he walked to the window and looked out. The guard continued to ignore him. From here he could see the stars, entirely different from the ones he'd looked at so often back home. There was something wrong about them, as well. Something that didn't make sense. He looked up at them, the moons catching his eye. Moons? Yes, two moons, from the looks of it, one quite bigger than the other. From this distance it was impossible to make out any detail, but one shone blue, the other tan and brown. Nothing wrong with that – wherever he was, it had two moons. And yet looking at them he felt suddenly uncertain. Two moons; why was there a problem with two moons? Because, oh great-thinker, there were no moons when you went to sleep. He jerked back from the window; the sick feeling surged within him. That simply didn't make sense. He went up to the window once more and knocked on it to get the Agori's attention. “Sorry, but how many moons can you see?” The Agori frowned and looked up. “Well, there's two moons, of course. There's always two moons. That's Bara Magna, and that's Aqua Magna; the moons of Spherus Magna.” Lewa nodded appreciatively. He must have been mistaken. The guard continued, “Though of course, we don't have them anymore since the planet pulled back together a day or two ago.” Lewa froze. “Sorry, could you clear something up for me? Can you see... Bara Magna and Aqua Magna right now?” The guard smiled. “Of course, they're right up there in the sky.” “And you say the planet we're on is made of...” “Aqua Magna, Bota Magna, and Bara Magna. Least that's what it looked like to us.” The guard suddenly stopped and frowned, as though there was something in what he'd just said that bothered him, then shrugged. Lewa stepped back into the hut. Something was very, very wrong indeed, and it wasn't just the fact he suddenly knew that his guard was an Agori, or that he could speak the language fluently when he'd not understood a lick of it a few hours ago. It was probably best, he decided, to start with the fact he was standing on a planet from which you could see part of that same planet hanging in the sky. And then, impossibly, inevitably, he heard the scream. Close, this time. He understood what he had to do now; it was no good just looking at the branches of time. One had to trim them and connect them as necessary. All he needed was a little more time, and his own death would never have existed. It was a necessary change. In Voporak's hands, another fracture appeared in the Vahi. A staff smacked across the side of Lewa's head. Stunned for only a moment, he rolled away from the direction of the attack and leaped up, facing his attacker. Were the Agori trying to do him in after all? Vezon looked at him, a look on his face that he would consider “self-satisfaction” and others would call “extremely dangerous”. “Oh good, you're awake. It really is a pain tracking you down, you know, so I figure, why waste time once I do? Least you're not a Bohrok this time. You couldn't carry a conversation to save your life.” Lewa stared blankly. “Did you follow me from the fortress?” The half-Skakdi chuckled, a sound that should be avoided if at all possible. “Oh, you know, bit by bit, brick by brick. You should've stuck around, you could've seen their faces when it started. Our gracious host just started screaming. Not that he didn't do that before. We've got a lot in common, you know. He can outscream me on most days, which really is impressive.” Lewa felt a familiar frustration rising within him. “Look, Vezon, what are you doing here? I've got enough to deal with already.” His companion grinned, an action in fact illegal under common law, and leaned forward on his staff. “Like what, pray tell? Helping tend to the sick and wounded after your last big battle? Protecting the swarm? Figuring out what to do with these savage kidnappers of yours? Ooh, maybe you're busy helping the rise of the Toa Empire. Or are you dead in that one? That always was trouble, when you were dead. Had to wait for another go-around. It was sort of nice, though. Disposable universes! Nothing better. Did you know your friend Onua can only hold his breath underwater for thirty seconds? I mean, I guess I rigged it a bit what with dropping a few Rahkshi in to swim with him, but I believe improvisation is a virtue. Which he apparently did not possess.” Lewa's eyes narrowed. “What in the name of the Great Beings are you talking about? Have you harmed Onua?” Vezon laughed, which the guard outside took for an Agori reliving last night's dinner out back. “Come on, you can't be this dumb, can you? I mean I'm sure you can be, but I really hope you don't need to go look at the moons again to figure this out. Your pal Tren Krom's gone and broken time. I mean really broken it, not just made it speed up or slow down, which, may I add, can be quite nice depending on how far you are along putting your spear through your enemy's throat.” Lewa tuned him out. Memories were rushing back to him – impossible memories, memories that didn't make sense, memories that he couldn't possibly have. A deep-seated dread began to rise in him. He was suddenly aware of the seconds ticking by, of time marching on yet being slightly out-of-step. Vezon had miraculously gone quiet and was now watching the Toa intently. Lewa looked up at him. “Why us?” The half-Skakdi shrugged noncommittally. “Other dimensions are old hat for me these days – and really, that's all that's happening now. Lots of alternatives that show up and then get swept aside for the next. Fun, really, and easy for me to keep track of. Being crazy with a dimension-hopping mask for a head does have its advantages. As for you, I'm guessing spending a couple days as big, fat, and ugly made you see things his way, even if you don't realize it.” Lewa let out a breath. It wasn't a pleasant thought, but it was a disturbingly accurate one. Living in Tren Krom's body, he'd tried to shut out everything that came with it – he'd felt like he'd suddenly possessed senses he couldn't consciously understand, and that his very body was in flux, shifting in ways he was at a loss to comprehend. Closing his eyes, he felt almost like he was back in that body – he could remember the lives he hadn't led, the thousand days he'd woken up and found himself in the wrong world. His eyes snapped back open. “Vezon, how long has this been going on?” Another grin. “Good question. Haven't got a clue. I was alright with it at first, you know. I got any number of universes to play with – and I was the only one who was in on the game. Besides you, I suppose, but you never really picked up on it in time. But then he had to go and ruin things, had to try and start welding history together instead of just going with the flow. Moron, just like every other ancient all-knowing being out there. He hasn't got a clue what he's doing. Thinks he can just wipe away his own death. It's always snapped back in the end so far - but if he gets lucky, I'm going to guess something very bad will happen. This is all assuming the Vahi doesn't just explode, of course.” A familiar determination had begun to build up within the green Toa. Powerful beings messing with the building blocks of the universe for their own ends that had to be stopped – this was Toa territory. “How do we stop him?” The grin widened. “You mean, how do you stop him...” Tren Krom was beyond furious. He lashed out mindlessly, throwing everything he had into channeling the Vahi's energy. It had been easy, at first. Entering an empty mask was child's play, and by the time that fool Voporak had realized what was going on, it was too late. He'd been delighted to find he had much more control over time than he'd expected; he could alter history itself. But nothing worked. No matter what he did, no matter who had die or vanish or turn left instead of right, his death remained. It was impossible. Each time it seemed he was safe – he would be on his island, or long since escaped, his killer nowhere near, and suddenly he was in that blasted clearing, being torn apart, sending out that last scream. He was close, now, but something was still stopping him. Something refused to be changed. Impossible. Whatever it was, the Vahi's energy would wash it away in the streams of time. Lewa and Vezon materialized near Voporak's camp. The Dark Hunter stood stock still, the Vahi in his hands all but disintegrated, glowing with an angry light and spewing energy out of the cracks running down it. Vezon poked Voporak with his staff, to no response. He smiled. “Someone completely sensitive to time energy holding onto something like that at a time like this – oh, he's long long gone. Must make me look sane!” Lewa said nothing as he approached the mask. He'd felt his mind fracturing before, pieces of it returning to states outside his control. He'd lived the life of a Bohrok slave or an infected Toa many times over as Tren Krom had ripped through time; now it was time to make use of the other connection that lingered there. Silently, he removed his mask and handed it to Vezon, whose grin was now wide enough that it needed its own time zone. “Oh, this is going to be great. I couldn't ask for a better show if I tried. If you get left a gibbering moron, can I be the one to tell your friends? I love the despair on Onua's face whenever he finds out you're dead.” Wordlessly, Lewa took the mask from Voporak and affixed it to his face. For a moment, nothing. And then, Death was an inconvenience. No, he supposed, that was selling it short. Death was an extremely unpleasant inconvenience. More than that, there was something personal about it. Death, he decided, was an insult. Yes, that sounded about right. Tens of thousands of years spent trapped on a little island, broken up only by a jaunt in that Toa of Air's body, and what had been waiting for him at the end? Death. He could have gotten used to death, he supposed, if there was more to it. Some sort of afterlife would have been acceptable – some mindless, incomprehensible plane that would drive anyone still alive stark raving mad just by looking at it. He would have fit in just fine there. Instead most of the time he found himself – or actually, didn't find himself, he supposed. Most of the time wasn't time. It took a sizable amount of effort just to keep himself aware of what was going on around him – it seemed to him that he was keeping himself in existence by sheer force of will; he felt as though he were pulling back pieces of himself from some very distant place and trying to hold them together. It really was obnoxious. Still, if you had to know how to keep immeasurable, unknowable bits of yourself together to get by around here, living as a many-formed abomination of tentacles and ichor really was very good practice. Even so, as the fragments of spirit of the being known in life as Tren Krom pulled themselves together once more, they had a particular thought in mind: this would not do. He watched the Toa of Ice and the Toa of Stone examining his remains and idly toyed with the idea of letting them know who had killed him. He paused. Something was wrong. He felt as though something was rushing towards him from a direction he couldn't identify. Lewa's fist connected with Tren Krom's face, which was impressive on several levels, including but not limited to strength of punch, posture of fist, and the fact that a physical being had just punched a ghost that did not have anything resembling a face. The sight would have been comical to Kopaka and Pohatu if it weren't also entirely impossible. The Toa of Ice regained his composure first. “Lewa, what in the name of-” “Not now, Kopaka!” Lewa stood over the spot where the pieces of Tren Krom were gathering themselves together again. In the distance, he could feel the Tren Krom trapped in the Vahi screaming incoherently at him to stop. Suddenly, he felt a familiar presence in his mind as the spirit of Tren Krom drew itself together. “You. Why? How?” Lewa panted, trying to keep both Tren Kroms under control in his mind. “You made a mistake, Tren Krom. You decided to swap bodies with a Toa who's had more than his fair share of mind-madness. You didn't think a Toa was capable of keeping up with you, did you?” He could feel Tren Krom's spirit bubbling with anger. “So I gave you a new perspective on the world. Wonderful. You've yet to tell me why you're here.” Lewa was unhesitating in his response. “Because you can't accept your time. The fact I'm talking to you right now must make you so proud, doesn't it? You're putting off death, and you think you can beat it.” Scorn. “And if I have the power, why shouldn't I? Don't I deserve more than the life I had?” Lewa scowled. “I'd tell you no, that you're just ignoring your destiny, but I know you won't listen. So deep-listen to this: whatever life you think you deserve, you've used it up. By the time you're through with this, you'll have taken more lives than the Makuta could even dream of. And here's how it ends for you. Me, telling you this. Telling you that you fail.” The spirit in the Vahi rebelled. I HAVE NOT FAILED! I AM NOT FINISHED YET! Tren Krom's spirit was defiant. “Tell me what you like, Toa, but this one encounter hardly means I fail. You're barely keeping that mask on. Tell me, how am I doing in there? I must be very close to success indeed.” Lewa smiled a bitter smile. “Why don't you find out yourself?” He closed his eyes and drew everything he had into bridging the two minds of Tren Krom. A torrent of images and words poured through him. What he'd seen was only the smallest fraction of what had been done; he could feel the memory of all those worlds flowing from the Vahi into the spirit of Tren Krom. Thousands upon thousands of timelines created, evaluated, and thrown away; universes of contradiction brought into being, madness an inevitable result. He felt Tren Krom's spirit break away, and quickly tried to quiet the Vahi's voice in his mind. Tren Krom's spirit radiated denial. “That is – that cannot be – I am not that! That is not me! That is not life!” Lewa's bitter smile remained unchanged. “That's where this ends for you, Tren Krom. Did you really think you could control time itself? Did you really think that forcing your way into the Vahi would save your life? All you've done is end yourself. You've torn apart the very spirit you're trying to hold on to.” Tren Krom's spirit spoke now with despair. “Why, then? Why do I have to die now? How is that fair?” Lewa's voice was sharp. “You saw all those timelines you created. Were any of those fair? Why should fair just apply to you? Everything has its time, Tren Krom. You're no different.” He could feel the Vahi cracking on his face, time energy seeping from within. “But listen to me. You need to quick-choose. When I came to you, you agreed to help save our world, and you agreed. You don't want this world to end, even if you can't be there for it. Help me stop you. If you die now, none of this will have happened, but the Vahi will still be damaged, I can feel it. But if you give yourself to the Vahi, you can fix it. Please. Your time is up, but there's still so much more waiting for everyone else.” The spirit was silent, and for a moment Lewa thought it was gone. Then it spoke. “This world – should have been mine to explore. It should have been mine to live in.” A pause. “But I decided a long time ago that I had no quarrel with it.” Lewa felt him move towards the Vahi. “Perhaps I have changed one thing, at least. I have given myself a better death.” UNACCEPTABLE. The word was forceful enough that Lewa buckled to the ground. Kopaka and Pohatu rushed forward, but the storm of energy around the Vahi all but froze them the moment they entered it. Lewa heard what was left of Tren Krom screaming from the Vahi. YOU WILL NOT END ME. I SHAPED THE WORLD YOU EXIST FOR. MY WILL IS NOT TO BE DENIED. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG, LITTLE TOA? DO YOU THINK YOU UNDERSTAND THE TRUE SHAPE OF THE WORLD BECAUSE YOU BORROWED MY BODY? I AM PART OF THIS UNIVERSE. IF ENDING ME ENDS IT, THEN SO BE IT. Lewa was vaguely aware of Tren Krom's spirit struggling against the overwhelming voice from the Vahi. He held his hands to the mask, desperately trying to hold it together, but he could feel it fracturing in his hands. He needed something more. It couldn't just end like this – all those different universes, created and obliterated for nothing? No. No, that was impossible. He closed his eyes and forced himself to think; the memories of the lives he hadn't lived flooded back to him. He had come this far by denying the true shape of the things he'd seen; he understood now that they were the only chance he had. It was becoming impossible to tell what was real and what was memory – he was Lewa, sentinel of the Bohrok, he was Lewa, rebel against Teridax, he was Lewa, warrior of the Battle of Spherus Magna – and suddenly he was whole. He was Lewa, and he was not going to let the universe end here. Within the Vahi, the spirit that had once been Tren Krom raged. But it found itself limited; the voices of the Bohrok swarm poured into it, the rage of an infected Rahi attacked it, the despair of a thousand dead heroes subdued it. And suddenly, they were all secondary to one voice. A single phrase rang throughout the spirit of the Vahi. “I end myself.” Lewa's eyes popped open. It was morning now, and sunlight was streaming in through the window of the hut he had been imprisoned in. To his amusement, the guard outside was clearly asleep; he supposed it wasn't the most thrilling job to have. Outside, he heard a commotion, and the guard roused himself. Ahead, a group of other members of his captor's species had arrived in the village, with – his face broke into a smile – Onua among them. He grinned and leaned out the window to tap his imprisoner on the shoulder. “Hey. Could you have someone go tell the dark-tall Toa-hero over there that I'm fine? I'd appreciate it.” The guard looked startled. “When did you learn how to talk?” Lewa's grin widened. “Oh, I'm a fast learner.” Voporak shook his head. He felt sort of ill today; he couldn't put his finger on why. On a hunch he took the Vahi out of the bag he carried it in, but the mask was as impassive as ever. He sighed and started to return it to the bag, then frowned. He could've sworn there was a chip on the back corner before... Vezon smiled, shattering a mirror across the room in the process. He was having quite a lot of fun watching miss high-and-mighty Helryx try to reason with a completely insane Great Being. It was a bit of a shame, really. He'd had quite a lot of fun with all those disposable universe, but he supposed continued existence was a fair trade. Still, he'd always have the memories. He leaned forward and tapped Axonn on the shoulder. The Order member turned and regarded him with disdain. “Did you know,” Vezon said conversationally, “that when push comes to shove, that axe is in fact too big for you to swallow?”
  8. After a few months, I finally found time to finish this Click!Gallery (When Public)FlickrI've been really busy the past couple of months, and it doesn't seem like it'll be slowing down anytime soon. So I apologize for the lack of different pictures for this.The big rock is both for effect, and to provide a slight elevation for that section of the body. There is a natural bend there, so I didn't want to take any chances of internal damage.The idea was just to make some big sea serpent. The actual MOC is 3-feet, 6-inches in length! All built around a chain of socket connectors (mata hands). You can imagine the pain it took to design the segmentation :PBut, it glows in the dark. Which makes it all worth it for me.C&C Appreciated.Edit: Image linked - please keep posted images in BBC to 100 kB!-Wind-
  9. Cederak

    Cenotaphs

    Life is a constant struggle to discover and fulfill one's purpose Episode 00: My World, For What It's Worth My name is Adrinor and I was born in the universe of the Great Spirit, Mata Nui. This place has been my home for thousands of years now, living and working among my fellow biomechs. I can assure you, there's nothing special about me. I wasn't gifted with elemental power, enhanced with immeasurable strength, or granted mental functions beyond what most others possess. For all intents and purposes, I am ordinary. In the early days of my life, the universe functioned without order. It was common knowledge that Mata Nui presided over every land, silently, invisibly watching us. Those who might dare to break his laws had to be captured and sentenced by their brethren. Some took it upon themselves to uphold the law, and while Toa were the Great Spirit's chosen guardians, there were others who believed Toa were ineffective. There were those who would kill for Mata Nui, to rid our universe of undesirables. This system remained relatively effective for some time, until our maker implemented a change. Mata Nui eventually decided to allow a half dozen biomechs to maintain order in his universe. Kalmah, Carapar, Takadox, Ehlek, Mantax, and Pridak were chosen for the task, but interpreted it for themselves. The peaceful era of their rule was short-lived, and they quickly began to conquer Mata Nui's many realms and divide the lands separately. Our protectors had become warlords, Barraki, that valued nothing but conquest and power. In time, the Barraki came together and formed the League of Six Kingdoms - an event so long ago, I can hardly remember it. So instead, I'd like to tell you something still fresh in my mind. It began on a sunny morning, nearly fourteen thousand years after the League's inception. This is the story of my pursuit of a dream and the price some of us pay for our freedom. Episode 01: Rovaius and the Dream The skies above the Southern Continent were alive with fiery streaks of orange and glints of cherry red when I awoke in my cabin. As I stared up at the ceiling, I mentally prepared myself for the day ahead. I was a dreamer, and to be honest, I always have been. Resigning myself to an existence of expected monotony was not my ideal life, but it was modest work. Sitting upright in my bed, I tossed off the covers and unlocked the door to the cabin. Taking a glance at myself in the mirror on the far wall, I smiled at the reflection. As a male Meldin, I had a Toa-like frame, though my body armor (colored crimson and ivory) was thinner. I also lacked elemental powers. Grabbing a few tools from my worktable, I walked out the door and immediately found myself at work. Before me was a vast expanse of fields and the faint stench of unclean Rahi - Mahi to be specific. The Torema Mahi Ranch supplied materials for making tools to crafters as far as Xia, and the occasional visit from far-flung lands like Nynrah. There were many grievances with the fact that the League of Six Kingdoms presently ran much of the world, but their armies needed weapons, and we had the supplies. I didn't concern myself with how they were used, but I always hoped to fashion a weapon of my own from Mahi horn. The horns never made weaponry of the same caliber as protosteel or anything, but most of our clientele had no intention of shredding through super-reinforced armor. A familiar Rahi came bounding up to me, barking like crazy. One of Torema's Hapaka, Boomer, had taken a liking to me. The creature received its nickname from its ability to command the Mahi herds with a more booming sound than the other Hapaka on the ranch. I bent down to pet Boomer a few times on the head before continuing on my journey to the Mahi pens, closely trailed by the eager Rahi. A slight breeze whistled its way into the ranch, headed south from the village of Kinatra, a tiny town that could get quieter than a Knowledge Tower. Living in the southwest part of the Southern Continent, however, meant life was often tranquil. It was a guaranteed peace, which only served to disappoint me. Most biomechs knew Barraki Takadox's forces controlled this region, but Kinatra and the ranch were of little importance to them. Unlike some of his fellow warlords, Takadox would not settle for second-rate material in a sword. Marching down the hillside to the Mahi pens, I unlocked and opened each gate, releasing the Rahi corralled inside. Boomer barked as the Mahi filed out, as if ordering them to move faster. The idea of rushing these creatures toward another day of tedium almost seemed vindictive, but I wasn't about to stand in the way of Boomer's enthusiasm. Staring straight up, the bright yellow and orange shades of sunrise were giving way to the ordinary cool blue of the atmosphere. Deciding I ought to pay Torema a morning visit, I headed off for his office. Boomer started to follow, but a quick snap of my fingers was the indicator he translated as "stay." I kicked a small rock along the dirt path leading up to Torema's main office, trying to keep the stone ahead of myself. I could see a few customers through the window by the front desk, and Torema was smiling happily at them. Torema was a Po-Matoran, armored in yellow with a sun-faded, gray Kanohi Pakari. I decided to enter through the storage room in the back, unlocking the door and stepping inside. The split second after, I heard the front door slam shut. Catching me by surprise, I quietly pulled the storage room door closed and crept forward. The storage room had a musty odor to it, but I stayed as silent as possible, anxious to hear the conversation in the next room. "What can I do for you?" I heard Torema ask. There was a short pause, and then I heard the distinct sound of weapons being cocked. There were maybe four or five, I couldn't be certain. Those sounds were followed by a few footsteps approaching the desk. "There's an awful lot of Mahi out in those fields," a rough voice breathed. It was a male voice, and one that, despite its coarseness, sounded rather sophisticated. "Two horns to every head, if I'm not mistaken." I could imagine him smiling menacingly as he spoke. "It doesn't take a scholar to see that you're making a decent amount of money off of those Rahi." "I can assure you," Torema began, his tone more shaky and nervous now, "the treatment of all Rahi at my ranch is entirely ethical and"- The biomechs burst out laughing, somehow hysterical over Torema's remark. They then began exchanging small jokes with one another that mocked my employer. I couldn't make out any of their remarks over the constant laughter, but I caught Torema awkwardly laughing with them for a moment. Their laughter died down, but it was easy to tell they savored the humor in Torema's comment. The rough voiced biomech hurled an object over the counter at Torema. Whatever it was, it barely made a sound when it landed on the floor. "The world has too few funny characters, sir. You start filling that bag with money, and I'll make sure you live to make someone else laugh." I froze immediately. There was a roving gang of thieves on the other side of the wall, holding my boss at gunpoint. My eyes darted to the corner, where Torema's laser rifle sat. I had never seen him use the weapon, and the cobwebs and dust surrounding the object suggested no one else had either. Regaining control of my body, I tiptoed to the rifle and silently made my way out the back door. I lifted a small bag of laser shell ammunition off the barrel and tied it around my left hip's armor. Pulling back on the loading mechanism, I could hear the barrel charging a shot of laser energy. I ran out past the front door to the office, heading for a far hill that overlooked the building. I then trained the rifle scope on the front door and held my position. There was no telling how fast these criminals were, or how fine of a shot they could be. The biomech I heard certainly sounded like he was accustomed to demanding money from innocent businesses. If he truly had an expertise in robberies, there was little doubt in my mind that his marksmanship was lacking. Otherwise, he'd probably be dead already. It was hard to tell how long I stood like a statue on the hill, waiting for the door to open. Minutes passed like hours, working at my nerves. I tried my best to hold the rifle steady, maintaining my sight on the door. After a long eternity, the door was flung open. My arm locked up and I watched four biomechs step outside. I thought I could catch them by surprise, but one of the criminals caught sight of me and instantly drew his weapon in my direction. Through my scope, I could see it was a lightning rifle he was holding out at me. He hadn't bothered to line up his eye with the iron sight, which meant he didn't intend to make a direct hit, or he was very confident of a direct hit. His onyx and topaz armor gleamed brilliantly in the morning light, and my scope could see the violet of his eyes. There was roughly thirty bio of distance between us, and two more thieves trained their weapons on me. The one carrying a burlap sack (which I assumed was full of money), started toward the hill where I stood. Clad in thick armor of ruby and obsidian, his lime green eyes made an attempt to study me briefly. At the same time, I had a chance to study him. He was from Nohtal, apparent from the faint trail of shadow surrounding his left arm and wrapping around his gunblade. Nohtalians were difficult to discern from heavily-armored Toa physically, but only Nohtalians had access to shadow energies. He made no attempt to draw the weapon on me, grinning as he approached. "I'll shoot if I have to!" I shouted with a notable lack of confidence. "So will we!" one of the criminals yelled back. His armor was a mixture of midnight blue and emerald, but I could tell it was entirely part of his form. He was slightly taller than myself, with a pair of garnet eyes on each side of his head. I had heard of his species, known as Dectraz. His clawed hands were sharp, and his mouth was surrounded by four mandibles. Examining his insectoid form was like staring down a giant bug - a rather disturbing sight, even without his gun being pointed at me. The Nohtalian carrying the burlap sack motioned for his allies to lower their weapons before turning his attention back to me. "That's quite a laser rifle you have there," he said, still coming closer. "Doesn't look like it gets out much though." His charming demeanor suddenly turned into a dark glare. "So if you're going to shoot me, you better shut your mouth and just do it." Both the Nohtalian and I knew I wouldn't pull the trigger. I had never harmed another biomech in my life. Before I could realize what was happening, the Nohtalian tugged the rifle from my grip and set it in the grass. His smile returned and he extended a hand. "You made a wise decision to stay your hand. What's your name?" My hands were shaking both from anxiety and anger. "Why should I tell a piraka anything?" The Nohtalian leaned forward and whispered, "Because my friends can take your head off in an instant if I tell them to. And your weapon is on the ground. Now, I'll ask you again. What's your name?" "Adrinor," I muttered, loathingly accepting his handshake. The Nohtalian shook his head. "You're an awfully stubborn type, Adrinor. If you hope to keep an honest job, and eventually be promoted, I'd recommend you be a little more flexible. Words of wisdom, from one hard-working biomech to another." He looked over his shoulder. "Let's get going. You're keeping my friend Adrinor from getting his job done." "We're friends now, huh?" I said sarcastically. The Nohtalian smiled. "Unless you point that rifle in my face again, yeah. You have a good day, Adrinor. Remember what I told you." The Nohtalian and his fellow criminals strolled by me, walking over the hill toward some Kikanalo tied to the entrance gate. Wondering where they might have stolen the Rahi mounts from, I could see Torema peeking out from his office window. I had failed him, and allowed those thieves to make off with his money. At the same time, though, I didn't have it in me to fire on them. Torema's Mahi Ranch was an honest job, but the dreamer in me envied the thieves. They were free to wander and take as they pleased. A part of me had always wanted that life. As I stared down at the dusty rifle, I had a choice to make. I could head down the hill, speak with Torema, and get back to work. Or I could run away. The piraka led lives of adventure at the risk of losing their lives. They operated on a side of the law I had never dared to consider following, until this moment. I had always been a dreamer, and I knew that part of me would regret it forever if I didn't take this chance. I grabbed the rifle and ran toward the biomechs holding Torema's money. The same one that spotted me earlier managed to catch me again, lining up his lightning rifle straight away. "What'd I say about pointing that gun at me?" the Nohtalian hollered, dropping the burlap sack. My eyes went wide with fear as I realized the rifle was pointed directly at the criminals. I dropped it at once and stopped dead in my tracks. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Don't shoot!" Each of the thieves flinched when I dropped the rifle, as if waiting for it to accidentally go off. The Nohtalian narrowed his eyes on me and growled, "You came back for the money, right?" I stood still, unable to speak at first. My mind could hardly form into words the reason I had come after them. "Adrinor," The Nohtalian addressed me sternly. "I asked you a question." "I..." "Just let me shoot him," the piraka who first spotted me suggested. A cold smile came over his face after the Nohtalian whispered something back. "I want to come with you." I couldn't believe I said it. The Nohtalian smirked, but his friend disdainfully lowered his rifle. "Is that right?" "Yes," I nodded. "I want to come with you." "We aren't accepting new hires right now," the Nohtalian chuckled. "But maybe I can make an exception." He glanced at the others, each grinning in return. He then looked me in the eyes, beckoning me forward. "Bring that rifle with you, but keep the barrel pointed at the sky." I did as instructed, holding the rifle against my chest armor and tilting the barrel up. Carefully marching toward the group, I handed over the weapon to the Nohtalian. He looked it over, brushing some of the dust away before discharging the loaded laser shell. He then returned it to me and stared into my eyes. "So, why did you leave your last job?" the Nohtalian asked. I paused. "...What?" "Your last job," the Nohtalian repeated. "You were a Mahi herder, right?" The other piraka were holding back their laughter at this point. "Um...well...I..."- "Freedom," the Nohtalian whispered. "Excuse me?" "You heard me," he nodded slowly. "Freedom. I can see it in your eyes, how badly you want to be released from this place. I've met a lot of biomechs over the years, but the intensity of your desire to be free from a normal life is a rarity. I pride myself on the ability to read others well, so I know what I'm talking about. You're looking for freedom." "Yeah, you're right," I admitted. "I want to see the world, and I want to call the shots." "Well I don't know about calling the shots," the Nohtalian replied, "but there are some beautiful places out there. Still, you're available to relocate." He looked at his Dectraz friend. "That's good for a job application, right?" "You're asking me?" he said in surprise. "I haven't applied for a job in over 10,000 years." "Okay, fair enough," the Nohtalian shrugged his shoulders, looking back at me. "What experience do you have as a...what did you call me? Oh...that's right. A piraka. What experience do you have as a piraka?" He placed an open hand next to his mouth and whispered with a grin, "If you've never killed anyone or stolen anything, just say 'none.'" "None," I replied awkwardly. The Nohtalian shook his head and sighed. "Then why should I hire you?" "I'm a hard worker, a quick learner, and I'm a decent shot with a rifle." I was picking up on his game. "Good answer," the Nohtalian said, clapping a hand against his weapon a few times. "Now, I've got one more question for you. What is more important in a job: money or work?" "It's always nice to have money, but if your heartlight isn't in your work, it's not worth the money." The Nohtalian smiled. "All right then. I'd like to offer you a position with my team, Adrinor. Before you accept, I should warn you that disloyalty will not be tolerated. You can call us piraka or anything you want, but we look out for one another. It's one of the few laws in our otherwise lawless lives." "I understand and I accept." The notion of joining these criminals seemed absurd, but this was secretly the chance I had been hoping for. I was no murderer, true, but there was an entire world out there. I had to see it. Without warning, the bitter piraka with the lightning rifle elevated his weapon and fired a single shot over my shoulder. As I observed the trail of dark energy on the rifle, I knew he was a Nohtalian as well. I whirled around and watched Torema drop an energy pistol to the ground. "No!" I screamed instinctively, running to the Matoran's side. Judging from the clean shot to his heartlight, I knew he was dead before he hit the dirt. Seeing the Po-Matoran body in the grass reminded me of how dangerous these individuals were, and what I had just agreed to join. "Why did you come out here?" I whispered, looking down at Torema's mask. "No Matoran survives a shot like that," the Nohtalian told me. The female in the group playfully shoved Torema's killer in the shoulder. "I think you just shot our new friend's job reference." I almost thought she might've been a Toa, but upon closer inspection, her frost white head was merely the shape of a Mask of Possibilities. The snowy texture made up parts of her armor as well, while other plates were a royal purple. There was only one species that had a head in her shape, and they hailed from Trelbin. Appropriately, they were named Trelbans. "We'll have to take him at his word then," the second Nohtalian growled, putting his weapon on his back. He glanced at me. "Your name's Adrinor?" "Yeah," I said with a glare, attaching my rifle to my back as well. "And that Matoran was Torema. He was a good biomech and a hard worker." "No one said he wasn't," the Nohtalian replied with a smirk. "I was more interested in doing a hiring procedure of my own. I could've disarmed that little Matoran without hurting him a bit, but you needed to be tested. You're asking to live a selfish dream, Adrinor, and I don't think there's any shame in that. If you can't do it though, you better get a shovel and start digging that Po-Matoran's grave. What's it going to be?" I glanced over my shoulder at Torema's corpse, trying to ignore my guilt. It was a silent moment and a chance to really think about the situation. Torema deserved a better end and a longer life, but asking to join this gang was my choice and left me responsible for his fate. It was a moment of impressionable foolishness - one I couldn't take back. "I'm going," I breathed. "Then it's settled," the first Nohtalian said. "I suppose we ought to introduce ourselves as well. My name is Rovaius." "I'm Stalgrax," the Nohtalian who killed Torema added flatly. I glanced at the Dectraz and he spoke a single word. "Trylac." He didn't appear irritated or anxious, so I assumed he just wasn't much of a talker. "I'm Elendra," the female member said, climbing onto her Kikanalo. "And in case you have any curiosities about why a female is roaming around with these biomechs, bear in mind that I've earned my position here. But soon enough, so will you." She motioned me forward and narrowed her eyes. "Get on." I started for the Kikanalo, watching the piraka do the same. I was with them now, but I wasn't one of them. Not yet anyway. I turned to face Rovaius and tilted my head. "Where are we going?" "Doesn't matter much," Rovaius replied, disregarding the question. "What you learn on the way will be far more beneficial anyway." With that ominous response, I rode off with the outlaws. I knew other employees at the ranch would be showing up soon to begin tending to daily tasks, and one of them would surely stumble upon my previous employer's corpse. I had paid Torema my silent apology, and I knew I couldn't stay any longer. I had adopted a new life, and as the Kikanalo dashed further from the Po-Matoran, from Kinatra, from my little cabin, and from the whole of the ranch, the gravity of my situation finally struck me. The world I was leaving behind suddenly felt more important than ever before, because I knew it was gone. I had ample opportunity to leap from the Kikanalo and hurry back to the ranch, explain Torema's death, and return to the job I had chosen so long ago. When I first left Meldio and came to the Southern Continent, I was excited about my new home, despite it falling short of what I really wanted. Only now was I really beginning to fulfill my life's dream. And yet, as energized as I felt, I was restraining a sickening feeling about how it all might conclude. Review
  10. For those who don't know, the cast of The Three Virtues, including myself, has been working on a Minecraft machinima based off the first year in BIONICLE called BioCraft Chronicles. We've been working on it for over a year now, and have now entered post production on the movie. We hope to release it very soon. To film the movie, however, we had to build the entire island of Mata Nui within Minecraft. Each of the Koros, as well as some other iconic elements such as the Nui Rama hive, Mt. Mangaia, the Great Telescope and more were painstakingly recreated as much as the boundaries of Minecraft would let us at the time. While we do plan to open up the map in a hosted server after the movie is done, we also decided that it was high time to show off our creation, and thus have created high quality wallpapers of several iconic locations. We imported the map into a computer program that used path tracing to render out parts of the map in a higher quality than a normal screenshot would give. Imgur Gallery | Brickshelf Gallery | iPhone Wallpapers: The map will be made available for download after the movie is complete Expect more content soon, including additional wallpapers/renders, banners, iPhone/Android/iPad wallpapers, and much more. Rotating Banner: [center][url="http://www.bzpower.com/board/index.php?showtopic=6110"][b][img=http://pile.randimg.net/0/40/10143/BioCraft.png][/b][/url][/center]
  11. Stealth and Destruction Robot (but it is also quite unhappy.) Maybe it just needs a hug.(Links to bigger photo)SideAlternate AngleGallery (When Public)FlickrSince two of my MOCs are over at Brickfair, my black parts are fairly limited now, so I decided to use some of my dark grey parts for a quick MOC before I go on a little vacation. I really wanted to use the legs in some sort of MOC, so I was lad that I finished this in time.The MOC itself is a balancing act, I had to add the small laser-things on it's underside, and make sure that they were long enough so that this didn't fall over backwards.
  12. Uncle K.

    Arson

    Hey look it's Pohatu and the advent of the Geometric Shoulder Series Oh hi again BZPBeen busy w/ lifeSo here's some lens flareBecause I get asked every timehere are some "always asked Qs"How?- I used photoshop to make itWhen?- Tahu: About 2-3 minutes- Lewa: About 7 or 8 minutes (had to redo the mask twice) -Pohatu: About half an hour (I had no idea what to do for about 20 minutes of lines)Why?- I love the olden days? I want to reblog this on tumblr or something please don't
  13. It's never been done before (that I know of), but I have made a 100% custom mask made of plastic, that was printed off of a 3D printing website called shapeways. I modeled the object in Blender 3D, then simply sent it to the site and made my order. It was printed in a strong and slightly flexible white plastic, and I received it in the mail a few days ago! I then finished off the process with a gold paint finish. But anyhow, here it is! . NOTICE: A topic to sell this mask and its partner (there are two) will be created in the "buy/sell/ trade section of the BZP marketplace within the upcoming days. Details about the Ignika and it's creation: Growing up as a fan of Bionicle, I have always been in amazed at the creativity of the Bionicle community. I loved the legendary story, and the amazing sets, but most of all I loved building with them. From the day I popped Tahu out of his canister, I have never stopped trying to add my own Ideas to this masterpiece lego has created. I have been a proficient 3D modeler for the past few years, and yes, I became one for that very reason. 3D art is an amazing realm that allows a person to take their ideas and transform them into something they they and others can look at and appreciate. But I didn't want to stop there, and so this project grew. I set out, and after putting many hours into measuring, 3D modeling, and researching (mostly modeling ) I finally got a 3D object. If you are not familiar with 3D modeling, the closest thing I can compare it to is an odd mixture of origami, and sculpting . Because of this, I made sure to pay attention to the smallest details to make sure that the 3D model would come out looking as if it were a real lego piece, fit snugly on a bionicle head (which it does), and be sturdy. In the end I had taken a real piece of Bionicle history, and made it into a tangible object, through a printing company called shapeways. I was amazed when I saw how well it had turned out (and so exited that my hands were actually shaking. XD) The printing was highly detailed, and smooth. The plastic is also very strong, somewhere between the stiffness of the 2001 masks, and the Glatorian helmets. Because of this, I would bet that falls from hand height would be o.k. Like anyone, I wanted the Kanohi to look like it was ancient and powerful. To do this I spray painted it black, then mixed a couple shades of metallic paint to get a color that is very close to the Bionicle gold. I used a dry paint method to get it to look worn, as you can see in the picture below. The gold is shinier than the bionicle gold, but not enough so that they don't fit together. All in all I am VERY happy with how this turned out, and it sure does feel good to own an object this rare! reference: http://biosector01.c...NOLG_Ignika.png Gold comparison (on Iruini): http://www.brickshel...ks/sdc18905.jpg Comparison with Brutaka gold: http://www.brickshel...ks/sdc18888.jpg Before being painted: http://www.brickshel...ks/sdc18902.jpg Vezon with Ignika: http://www.brickshel...ks/sdc18894.jpg on Tahu: http://www.brickshel...ks/sdc18900.jpg Angle: http://www.brickshel...ks/sdc18887.jpg Back: http://www.brickshel...ks/sdc18883.jpg FAQ: "Why are the antennae curved forwards?" I actually had not known that there had been a 3D version of the mask in "Bionicle Heroes". Because of this I had to rely on the two dimensional picture of the mask. Because of this I took some artistic liberty (as I did with the crest on the forehead), and did what balanced the mask out. By doing this, I could also take advantage of having a curved line run through the mask, rather than having a harsh angle (like in Bionicle Heroes) "Why is the mask so flat?" On seeing the mask, I felt like it belonged closer to the time of 2001, and Mata Nui. It seemed very reminiscent to me of the simpler designs that existed in those years. Feeling this, I wanted to make the mask feel at home on the Toa mata, as well as later sets (who at times had very large heads XD ). I used Tahu's head as my main reference, because of this the top goes about as far back as his. The mask curves forwards towards the mouth (similar to the noble ruru), and the side pieces go just past the circles on the side of the head. Looking at the Images I have up, there aren't really any good ones at a side view (on a head), so maybe I'll try and get some up. "Does it fit well?" I like this question, because this actually caused me a ton of problems XD. When I got the mask, the first thing I did was try and stick it on a toa head. Bad idea. I had made the mouth piece a fraction of a millimeter to big, and I couldn't get it off. Finally with the help of a flat head screwdriver I popped it off. After that I carefully sanded it down a little, and it now fits quite well. Let me know what you think, Any comments are appreciated (other than spam ). I plan on creating a topic to sell it sometime soon.
  14. The epic version, Cenotaphs has been posted. You can go check it out if you're interested. This is an idea I have been toying around with for a while, and it may even be expanded to become an epic at some point. Anyway, enjoy. My name is Adrinor and I was born in the universe of the Great Spirit, Mata Nui. This place has been my home for thousands of years now, living and working among my fellow biomechs. I can assure you, there's nothing special about me. I wasn't gifted with elemental power, enhanced with immeasurable strength, or granted mental functions beyond what most others possess. For all intents and purposes, I am ordinary. In the early days of my life, the universe functioned without order. It was common knowledge that Mata Nui presided over every land, silently, invisibly watching us. Those who might dare to break his laws had to be captured and sentenced by their brethren. Some took it upon themselves to uphold the law, and while Toa were the Great Spirit's chosen guardians, there were others who believed Toa were ineffective. There were those who would kill for Mata Nui, to rid our universe of undesirables. This system remained relatively effective for some time, until our maker implemented a change. Mata Nui eventually decided to allow a half dozen biomechs to maintain order in his universe. Kalmah, Carapar, Takadox, Ehlek, Mantax, and Pridak were chosen for the task, but interpreted it for themselves. The peaceful era of their rule was short-lived, and they quickly began to conquer Mata Nui's many realms and divide the lands separately. Our protectors had become warlords, Barraki, that valued nothing but conquest and power. In time, the Barraki came together and formed the League of Six Kingdoms - an event so long ago, I can hardly remember it. So instead, I'd like to tell you something still fresh in my mind. It began on a sunny morning, nearly fourteen thousand years after the League's inception. This is the story of my pursuit of a dream and the price some of us pay for our freedom. <<<>>> The skies above the Southern Continent were alive with fiery streaks of orange and glints of cherry red when I awoke in my cabin. As I stared up at the ceiling, I mentally prepared myself for the day ahead. I was a dreamer, and to be honest, I always have been. Resigning myself to an existence of expected monotony was not my ideal life, but it was modest work. Sitting upright in my bed, I tossed off the covers and unlocked the door to the cabin. Taking a glance at myself in the mirror on the far wall, I smiled at the reflection. As a male Meldin, I had a Toa-like frame, though my body armor (colored crimson and ivory) was thinner. I also lacked elemental powers. Grabbing a few tools from my worktable, I walked out the door and immediately found myself at work. Before me was a vast expanse of fields and the faint stench of unclean Rahi - Mahi to be specific. The Torema Mahi Ranch supplied materials for making tools to crafters as far as Xia, and the occasional visit from far-flung lands like Nynrah. There were many grievances with the fact that the League of Six Kingdoms presently ran much of the world, but their armies needed weapons, and we had the supplies. I didn't concern myself with how they were used, but I always hoped to fashion a weapon of my own from Mahi horn. The horns never made weaponry of the same caliber as protosteel or anything, but most of our clientele had no intention of shredding through super-reinforced armor. A familiar Rahi came bounding up to me, barking like crazy. One of Torema's Hapaka, Boomer, had taken a liking to me. The creature received its nickname from its ability to command the Mahi herds with a more booming sound than the other Hapaka on the ranch. I bent down to pet Boomer a few times on the head before continuing on my journey to the Mahi pens, closely trailed by the eager Rahi. A slight breeze whistled its way into the ranch, headed south from the village of Kinatra, a tiny town that could get quieter than a Knowledge Tower. Living in the southwest part of the Southern Continent, however, meant life was often tranquil. It was a guaranteed peace, which only served to disappoint me. Most biomechs knew Barraki Takadox's forces controlled this region, but Kinatra and the ranch were of little importance to them. Unlike some of his fellow warlords, Takadox would not settle for second-rate material in a sword. Marching down the hillside to the Mahi pens, I unlocked and opened each gate, releasing the Rahi corralled inside. Boomer barked as the Mahi filed out, as if ordering them to move faster. The idea of rushing these creatures toward another day of tedium almost seemed vindictive, but I wasn't about to stand in the way of Boomer's enthusiasm. Staring straight up, the bright yellow and orange shades of sunrise were giving way to the ordinary cool blue of the atmosphere. Deciding I ought to pay Torema a morning visit, I headed off for his office. Boomer started to follow, but a quick snap of my fingers was the indicator he translated as "stay." I kicked a small rock along the dirt path leading up to Torema's main office, trying to keep the stone ahead of myself. I could see a few customers through the window by the front desk, and Torema was smiling happily at them. Torema was a Po-Matoran, armored in yellow with a sun-faded, gray Kanohi Pakari. I decided to enter through the storage room in the back, unlocking the door and stepping inside. The split second after, I heard the front door slam shut. Catching me by surprise, I quietly pulled the storage room door closed and crept forward. The storage room had a musty odor to it, but I stayed as silent as possible, anxious to hear the conversation in the next room. "What can I do for you?" I heard Torema ask. There was a short pause, and then I heard the distinct sound of weapons being cocked. There were maybe four or five, I couldn't be certain. Those sounds were followed by a few footsteps approaching the desk. "There's an awful lot of Mahi out in those fields," a rough voice breathed. It was a male voice, and one that, despite its coarseness, sounded rather sophisticated. "Two horns to every head, if I'm not mistaken." I could imagine him smiling menacingly as he spoke. "It doesn't take a scholar to see that you're making a decent amount of money off of those Rahi." "I can assure you," Torema began, his tone more shaky and nervous now, "the treatment of all Rahi at my ranch is entirely ethical and"- The biomechs burst out laughing, somehow hysterical over Torema's remark. They then began exchanging small jokes with one another that mocked my employer. I couldn't make out any of their remarks over the constant laughter, but I caught Torema awkwardly laughing with them for a moment. Their laughter died down, but it was easy to tell they savored the humor in Torema's comment. The rough voiced biomech hurled an object over the counter at Torema. Whatever it was, it barely made a sound when it landed on the floor. "The world has too few funny characters, sir. You start filling that bag with money, and I'll make sure you live to make someone else laugh." I froze immediately. There was a roving gang of thieves on the other side of the wall, holding my boss at gunpoint. My eyes darted to the corner, where Torema's laser rifle sat. I had never seen him use the weapon, and the cobwebs and dust surrounding the object suggested no one else had either. Regaining control of my body, I tiptoed to the rifle and silently made my way out the back door. I lifted a small bag of laser shell ammunition off the barrel and tied it around my left hip's armor. Pulling back on the loading mechanism, I could hear the barrel charging a shot of laser energy. I ran out past the front door to the office, heading for a far hill that overlooked the building. I then trained the rifle scope on the front door and held my position. There was no telling how fast these criminals were, or how fine of a shot they could be. The biomech I heard certainly sounded like he was accustomed to demanding money from innocent businesses. If he truly had an expertise in robberies, there was little doubt in my mind that his marksmanship was lacking. Otherwise, he'd probably be dead already. It was hard to tell how long I stood like a statue on the hill, waiting for the door to open. Minutes passed like hours, working at my nerves. I tried my best to hold the rifle steady, maintaining my sight on the door. After a long eternity, the door was flung open. My arm locked up and I watched four biomechs step outside. I thought I could catch them by surprise, but one of the criminals caught sight of me and instantly drew his weapon in my direction. Through my scope, I could see it was a lightning rifle he was holding out at me. He hadn't bothered to line up his eye with the iron sight, which meant he didn't intend to make a direct hit, or he was very confident of a direct hit. His onyx and topaz armor gleamed brilliantly in the morning light, and my scope could see the violet of his eyes. There was roughly thirty bio of distance between us, and two more thieves trained their weapons on me. The one carrying a burlap sack (which I assumed was full of money), started toward the hill where I stood. Clad in thick armor of ruby and obsidian, his lime green eyes made an attempt to study me briefly. At the same time, I had a chance to study him. He was from Nohtal, apparent from the faint trail of shadow surrounding his left arm and wrapping around his gunblade. Nohtalians were difficult to discern from heavily-armored Toa physically, but only Nohtalians had access to shadow energies. He made no attempt to draw the weapon on me, grinning as he approached. "I'll shoot if I have to!" I shouted with a notable lack of confidence. "So will we!" one of the criminals yelled back. His armor was a mixture of midnight blue and emerald, but I could tell it was entirely part of his form. He was slightly taller than myself, with a pair of garnet eyes on each side of his head. I had heard of his species, known as Dectraz. His clawed hands were sharp, and his mouth was surrounded by four mandibles. Examining his insectoid form was like staring down a giant bug - a rather disturbing sight, even without his gun being pointed at me. The Nohtalian carrying the burlap sack motioned for his allies to lower their weapons before turning his attention back to me. "That's quite a laser rifle you have there," he said, still coming closer. "Doesn't look like it gets out much though." His charming demeanor suddenly turned into a dark glare. "So if you're going to shoot me, you better shut your mouth and just do it." Both the Nohtalian and I knew I wouldn't pull the trigger. I had never harmed another biomech in my life. Before I could realize what was happening, the Nohtalian tugged the rifle from my grip and set it in the grass. His smile returned and he extended a hand. "You made a wise decision to stay your hand. What's your name?" My hands were shaking both from anxiety and anger. "Why should I tell a piraka anything?" The Nohtalian leaned forward and whispered, "Because my friends can take your head off in an instant if I tell them to. And your weapon is on the ground. Now, I'll ask you again. What's your name?" "Adrinor," I muttered, loathingly accepting his handshake. The Nohtalian shook his head. "You're an awfully stubborn type, Adrinor. If you hope to keep an honest job, and eventually be promoted, I'd recommend you be a little more flexible. Words of wisdom, from one hard-working biomech to another." He looked over his shoulder. "Let's get going. You're keeping my friend Adrinor from getting his job done." "We're friends now, huh?" I said sarcastically. The Nohtalian smiled. "Unless you point that rifle in my face again, yeah. You have a good day, Adrinor. Remember what I told you." The Nohtalian and his fellow criminals strolled by me, walking over the hill toward some Kikanalo tied to the entrance gate. Wondering where they might have stolen the Rahi mounts from, I could see Torema peeking out from his office window. I had failed him, and allowed those thieves to make off with his money. At the same time, though, I didn't have it in me to fire on them. Torema's Mahi Ranch was an honest job, but the dreamer in me envied the thieves. They were free to wander and take as they pleased. A part of me had always wanted that life. As I stared down at the dusty rifle, I had a choice to make. I could head down the hill, speak with Torema, and get back to work. Or I could run away. The piraka led lives of adventure at the risk of losing their lives. They operated on a side of the law I had never dared to consider following, until this moment. I had always been a dreamer, and I knew that part of me would regret it forever if I didn't take this chance. I grabbed the rifle and ran toward the biomechs holding Torema's money. The same one that spotted me earlier managed to catch me again, lining up his lightning rifle straight away. "What'd I say about pointing that gun at me?" the Nohtalian hollered, dropping the burlap sack. My eyes went wide with fear as I realized the rifle was pointed directly at the criminals. I dropped it at once and stopped dead in my tracks. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Don't shoot!" Each of the thieves flinched when I dropped the rifle, as if waiting for it to accidentally go off. The Nohtalian narrowed his eyes on me and growled, "You came back for the money, right?" I stood still, unable to speak at first. My mind could hardly form into words the reason I had come after them. "Adrinor," The Nohtalian addressed me sternly. "I asked you a question." "I..." "Just let me shoot him," the piraka who first spotted me suggested. A cold smile came over his face after the Nohtalian whispered something back. "I want to come with you." I couldn't believe I said it. The Nohtalian smirked, but his friend disdainfully lowered his rifle. "Is that right?" "Yes," I nodded. "I want to come with you." "We aren't accepting new hires right now," the Nohtalian chuckled. "But maybe I can make an exception." He glanced at the others, each grinning in return. He then looked me in the eyes, beckoning me forward. "Bring that rifle with you, but keep the barrel pointed at the sky." I did as instructed, holding the rifle against my chest armor and tilting the barrel up. Carefully marching toward the group, I handed over the weapon to the Nohtalian. He looked it over, brushing some of the dust away before discharging the loaded laser shell. He then returned it to me and stared into my eyes. "So, why did you leave your last job?" the Nohtalian asked. I paused. "...What?" "Your last job," the Nohtalian repeated. "You were a Mahi herder, right?" The other piraka were holding back their laughter at this point. "Um...well...I..."- "Freedom," the Nohtalian whispered. "Excuse me?" "You heard me," he nodded slowly. "Freedom. I can see it in your eyes, how badly you want to be released from this place. I've met a lot of biomechs over the years, but the intensity of your desire to be free from a normal life is a rarity. I pride myself on the ability to read others well, so I know what I'm talking about. You're looking for freedom." "Yeah, you're right," I admitted. "I want to see the world, and I want to call the shots." "Well I don't know about calling the shots," the Nohtalian replied, "but there are some beautiful places out there. Still, you're available to relocate." He looked at his Dectraz friend. "That's good for a job application, right?" "You're asking me?" he said in surprise. "I haven't applied for a job in over 10,000 years." "Okay, fair enough," the Nohtalian shrugged his shoulders, looking back at me. "What experience do you have as a...what did you call me? Oh...that's right. A piraka. What experience do you have as a piraka?" He placed an open hand next to his mouth and whispered with a grin, "If you've never killed anyone or stolen anything, just say 'none.'" "None," I replied awkwardly. The Nohtalian shook his head and sighed. "Then why should I hire you?" "I'm a hard worker, a quick learner, and I'm a decent shot with a rifle." I was picking up on his game. "Good answer," the Nohtalian said, clapping a hand against his weapon a few times. "Now, I've got one more question for you. What is more important in a job: money or work?" "It's always nice to have money, but if your heartlight isn't in your work, it's not worth the money." The Nohtalian smiled. "All right then. I'd like to offer you a position with my team, Adrinor. Before you accept, I should warn you that disloyalty will not be tolerated. You can call us piraka or anything you want, but we look out for one another. It's one of the few laws in our otherwise lawless lives." "I understand and I accept." The notion of joining these criminals seemed absurd, but this was secretly the chance I had been hoping for. I was no murderer, true, but there was an entire world out there. I had to see it. Without warning, the bitter piraka with the lightning rifle elevated his weapon and fired a single shot over my shoulder. As I observed the trail of dark energy on the rifle, I knew he was a Nohtalian as well. I whirled around and watched Torema drop an energy pistol to the ground. "No!" I screamed instinctively, running to the Matoran's side. Judging from the clean shot to his heartlight, I knew he was dead before he hit the dirt. Seeing the Po-Matoran body in the grass reminded me of how dangerous these individuals were, and what I had just agreed to join. "Why did you come out here?" I whispered, looking down at Torema's mask. "No Matoran survives a shot like that," the Nohtalian told me. The female in the group playfully shoved Torema's killer in the shoulder. "I think you just shot our new friend's job reference." I almost thought she might've been a Toa, but upon closer inspection, her frost white head was merely the shape of a Mask of Possibilities. The snowy texture made up parts of her armor as well, while other plates were a royal purple. There was only one species that had a head in her shape, and they hailed from Trelbin. Appropriately, they were named Trelbans. "We'll have to take him at his word then," the second Nohtalian growled, putting his weapon on his back. He glanced at me. "Your name's Adrinor?" "Yeah," I said with a glare, attaching my rifle to my back as well. "And that Matoran was Torema. He was a good biomech and a hard worker." "No one said he wasn't," the Nohtalian replied with a smirk. "I was more interested in doing a hiring procedure of my own. I could've disarmed that little Matoran without hurting him a bit, but you needed to be tested. You're asking to live a selfish dream, Adrinor, and I don't think there's any shame in that. If you can't do it though, you better get a shovel and start digging that Po-Matoran's grave. What's it going to be?" I glanced over my shoulder at Torema's corpse, trying to ignore my guilt. It was a silent moment and a chance to really think about the situation. Torema deserved a better end and a longer life, but asking to join this gang was my choice and left me responsible for his fate. It was a moment of impressionable foolishness - one I couldn't take back. "I'm going," I breathed. "Then it's settled," the first Nohtalian said. "I suppose we ought to introduce ourselves as well. My name is Rovaius." "I'm Stalgrax," the Nohtalian who killed Torema added flatly. I glanced at the Dectraz and he spoke a single word. "Trylac." He didn't appear irritated or anxious, so I assumed he just wasn't much of a talker. "I'm Elendra," the female member said, climbing onto her Kikanalo. "And in case you have any curiosities about why a female is roaming around with these biomechs, bear in mind that I've earned my position here. But soon enough, so will you." She motioned me forward and narrowed her eyes. "Get on." I started for the Kikanalo, watching the piraka do the same. I was with them now, but I wasn't one of them. Not yet anyway. I turned to face Rovaius and tilted my head. "Where are we going?" "Doesn't matter much," Rovaius replied, disregarding the question. "What you learn on the way will be far more beneficial anyway." With that ominous response, I rode off with the outlaws. I knew other employees at the ranch would be showing up soon to begin tending to daily tasks, and one of them would surely stumble upon my previous employer's corpse. I had paid Torema my silent apology, and I knew I couldn't stay any longer. I had adopted a new life, and as the Kikanalo dashed further from the Po-Matoran, from Kinatra, from my little cabin, and from the whole of the ranch, the gravity of my situation finally struck me. The world I was leaving behind suddenly felt more important than ever before, because I knew it was gone. I had ample opportunity to leap from the Kikanalo and hurry back to the ranch, explain Torema's death, and return to the job I had chosen so long ago. When I first left Meldio and came to the Southern Continent, I was excited about my new home, despite it falling short of what I really wanted. Only now was I really beginning to fulfill my life's dream. And yet, as energized as I felt, I was restraining a sickening feeling about how it all might conclude.
  15. It sure has been a while since I've MOCed. Glad I finally made something.(Click for larger picture)BackAlternate AngleGalleryFlickrThis MOC is part of a competition between myself and Felix the Cat, click the banner on my sig to get to the contest page. The first round's theme was to build a mech/robot, so I decided to make one on wheels! The design/idea for this was somewhat based off of past MOCs, Scavenge and Voyager (Hence, the overly creative names).The build itself was very fun for me, I got to use some new techniques that I adored, and I've never made a successful wheeled biped before.Enjoy! C&C appreciated.
  16. Hey everybody!It's time for part two of my RPG-characters: Kohra. After poisoning the water of Po-Koro and drowning part of the great mine, she's just beginning to warm up.http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2012/101/8/8/kohra_by_ferain-d4vtahq.jpgNOTE: Deep-linked for your convenience.About:Photoshop CS4Wacom Cintiq~30hrs spent colouring, spread over 4 days.As usual, I hope you like it, C&C are welcome and stay tuned for more art in the future!+Cheers!-VF
  17. A full moon shone down upon a quiet village, reflecting off the calm waters of a pond which lay at its center. Around this, a large group of Matoran gathered in a circle, leaving a ten foot gap around the pool.A Turaga stepped out of the throng and stood before the pond, hands clasped behind his back. His voice, deep and clear, rang through the night: "Gathered friends, it is time, once more, for the Choosing of another Hero."Quiet voices hissed around him, some nervous, others excited. The Turaga lifted a hand and silence fell."As I am sure all of you know quite well, never has a Chosen Hero been successful with The Task."A chant of "Boo"s broke out, but the Turaga hushed them once more."Time and time again the the Heroes have left on The Task and never returned. Still our village is cursed by the evil Terahi."The Turaga allowed this chant of "Boo"s to go on for a few minutes before hushing the Matoran."This time, perhaps, a more worthy Hero will be Chosen." There was an edge of bitterness to the village leader's voice. He continued, "But that is neither here nor there. Tonight, we call upon the Great Beings to Choose a new Hero. May they make a wise selection."The Turaga cast a meaningful glance at a large, heavily muscled Ba-Matoran; the latter grinned confidently, and several nearby Matoran shoved him jovially as murmuring, mostly excited this time, broke out once more."Let the Choosing begin!" cried the Turaga, spreading his arms and tilting his head to stare at the moon.All heads turned to the orb glowing in the sky above them. It flashed brighter for a split second, then dimmed again. For several long moments, nothing happened; it was as if they had imagined the sudden glow.Then, quite suddenly, the pale moonlight faded away completely. Only one Matoran cried out in surprise: she had never before witnessed the event. In silence they stood, waiting, with the only light coming from the stars.A single beam of moonlight appeared at the center of the pond, only a few feet in diameter. Slowly, it moved across the still surface. The Ba-Matoran's smile faded as the light slid away from him.The beam moved into the crowd, and the Matoran parted; a single De-Matoran, small and frail, stood alone under the moon's light. He shuffled his feet nervously as all eyes turned upon him.The Turaga just stared. His mouth hung open but he did not speak.At last the beam faded and the full moonlight shone down upon the village once more.The Turaga glanced at the moon, then back at the De-Matoran, his mask wearing an expression of shock. Surely this is not so? he thought. How can he be our Hero?The silence wore on, and the De-Matoran looked at his feet, avoiding eye contact. At that moment, he wished he could just fade away, as the moonlight had minutes before, rather than face the devastating disappointment of his fellow villagers.The Turaga's shock turned to disdain. "So be it," he said crisply, and with that turned on the spot and stalked off. "The Great Beings have Chosen. They have doomed us to die."Half of the village followed their leader. Others hesitated, glancing sympathetically at the De-Matoran before leaving. This left two Matoran; the newly Chosen Hero, and a Ce-Matoran."Well, congratulations, Padin," the Ce-Matoran said, circling the pool to stand beside the De-Matoran."Congratulations? For what?" Padin hissed, rounding on his friend. "For being Chosen as the next to die? The next to disappoint my village? Flii, I wouldn't wish my place on my worst enemy.""Not even Tarka?"Padin chuckled faintly. He thought of the Ba-Matoran's expression before the Choosing, and his disappointment after. "Yes, perhaps Tarka."Flii hesitated before suggesting, "Couldn't...couldn't he go in your stead?"Padin frowned. Though the same thought had occurred to him, this was not what he wanted to hear."Yes, everyone would like that," he muttered miserably. "You would, too, wouldn't you? You don't even believe in me."Flii's eyes widened and she shook her head. "N-no, that's not what I--""Admit it," said Padin bitterly. "Nobody thinks I can do it. I don't even think I can do it."He turned to leave, but Flii grabbed him by the shoulder. Her eyes, Padin noticed, were brimming with tears. Feeling awkward, he avoided her gaze."No, let me go with you!""What?""Yes, I can help you! Please?"Padin smiled. The thought of having Flii's comfort on The Task warmed him, but he pushed it away. No, I can't let her risk her life."No, of course not," the De-Matoran said aloud. "I can't let you come with me.""Can't you? Can't you, please?" Flii pleaded.Padin did not reply: he simply shook his head."It won't be the same here." Flii stared at her feet. "Not...not without you.""I'll miss you, Flii.""I'll miss you very much, Padin," the Ce-Matoran replied tearfully.They stood together in silence, gazing into the depths of the still pond, a mirror image of the moon shining at its center."Maybe...maybe you will complete The Task.""We both know that's impossible. Not me." Padin sighed. "Oh, why did the Great Beings have to Choose me? There are many others so much more worthy...."Flii shifted her feet uncomfortably. "Perhaps they saw something in you. Something you don't even see yourself."Padin rubbed his hands together in desperation. "Or maybe there's just no chance left for the village. No Hero has ever succeeded...I doubt any Hero ever will. So now...now the Great Beings are just Choosing the most expendable.""Don't say that!" Flii gasped."But what other answer is there? Why else would they continue Choosing Heroes?"Flii hesitated thoughtfully. "Could it be out of mercy, not cruelty, that they continue to send Heroes to their deaths?""What's that supposed to mean?""Wouldn't it be easier to go to your doom, knowing it will come, rather than stay here, every day unsure if you will live to see another?""I think I'd take the second choice.""Maybe you're braver than you think, then."Padin did not reply. Flii fell silent.After several minutes, Padin noticed a faint glow on the horizon. "It will be morning soon. I better get going, the villagers will expect me to be dead when they awake."Flii opened her mouth, but could find no answer. She settled for a simple, warm, "Good luck. May the Great Beings light your path.""They have already shadowed it," Padin muttered darkly.The pair turned in opposite directions. Padin made his way through the Northern area of the village, which sloped upward toward the mountain whose peaks towered high above the little huts. The lowest of the peaks was his destination: home of Terahi, the beast that had tormented the village for centuries.But first there was one thing to do. He did not want to go unarmed, even if it would probably not be much help. Another thing he would rather have avoided was facing the Turaga again, which he had to do to get his arms.The door to his large hut was hanging wide open, but to be polite Padin knocked."Come in, I don't care!" came the answer. The Turaga's voice was hoarse, and there was a hint of madness to it. "Rob me blind, it matters not! I won't be poor long, anyway! In fact, murder me to eliminate witnesses, I'd thank you for it!"The words shocked Padin. "I won't hurt you," he promised, stepping inside.The Turaga squinted at him for a moment, and his gaze hardened as he realized who had entered his hut. "Not intentionally, perhaps," said he drily. "I would have preferred a thief or murderer."Padin winced at his tone, sharp as a blade. "I-I came to get my arms," he spluttered.Wordlessly, the Turaga waved an arm at a table near the center of the room, where a shield, spear, and helm were laid. They were all made of metal, the shield emblazoned with a warrior, thus armed, battling a vicious beast. The beast's appearance, of course, was fictional; for any who laid eyes on the real Terahi was never heard from again.Padin opened his mouth to speak, but seeing the village elder's mask, he closed it again. The De-Matoran walked to the table, feeling awkward. Muttering a word of thanks, he took his arms and hurried out of the hut.After donning the helm and slipping an arm through the shield's straps, Padin set off again, northward. The walk to the edge of the village was short, and he met no one. Tired and disappointed, all the Matoran of the village had retired to their beds. Few, however, slept that night.The night was eerily silent. The normal night noises were hushed, as if all the inhabitants of the small valley, Matoran and Rahi alike, were holding their breath as they watched yet another Hero march to his doom.Padin trudged out of the cluster of huts and ascended the first hill, pausing midway to turn his gaze once more on the village that had been his home. His friends, his house, his work...all was being left behind. And for what? To join the dead bodies of the past Heroes? To fruitlessly sacrifice himself?Run, he thought suddenly. Run away. There is nothing more you can do for your village, you cannot defeat Terahi.No, that is the coward's way out, said another voice, deep in his mind.At least I'd be alive, Padin told himself.Better to die in the line of duty than to live as a coward.He knew his conscience was right. Perhaps it would be in vain, but it was the honorable thing to do.The De-Matoran turned his back on his home for the final time and walked on. Presently a light drizzle fell from the sky, but he did not mind. In fact, he revelled in this wonder of nature, this last glimpse of beauty. How had he never come to appreciate how awesome rain was before? He had seen rain many times in his long life, and yet never had he truly recognized it for all it was.Rain was a means of life, for the Rahi that drank from the ponds and rivers, and ate from the trees and other plants which needed water to survive. Many creatures even lived in water, lakes and oceans which would be dry without rain. Matoran were equally helpless without water. Never had Padin realized how important it was.This epiphany led to many others as Padin climbed the mountain. The flowers that stretched their beautiful petals toward the sky, the bugs that crawled through the grass, the stone and earth from which the planet was made. Every aspect of nature was magnified and glorified during those quiet hours.At last Padin's climb was nearing an end, and the sun had begun its own ascent. How majestic, those golden rays that tinged everything it touched with light and color, filling the Matoran's body with warmth even through the rain that had become torrential during the night.Even those bleak cliffs and peaks of the mountain were filled with splendor that morning. Padin's heart soared with glee and laughter, in spite of the dark knowledge that this was the last time he would see any of it.And so what? He had seen all these things every day for thousands of years, and never had he seen the magic it held. It did not feel as if he was about to die, rather that he had been reborn. How could he have been worried, how could he have considered running away from all this, so few hours before?Finally, Padin reached the ledge near the tip of the lowest peak. There the entrance to Terahi's lair arched above his head. But at that moment, his gaze took in only the sun that blazed over the eastern horizon, its rays just pouring into the valley far below. He saw movement in the village, which looked like ants scurrying over their anthill from such a distance. Flii was down there; oh, if only she could know, could feel what he had felt in the past few hours. Perhaps she would be Chosen as the next Hero, and then she could.A cloud drifted around the peak, blocking Padin's view of the village. With that cue, he strode up to the mouth of the large cave.Warmth and happiness drained from the De-Matoran's mind. His heart was swallowed whole by the shadows that danced and jeered out of the sunlight's reach. And then he fully realized what he was walking into: death.What, he wondered, would death be like? Would it be swift? Would it be slow and painful? He did not know. No one knew, he realized. No one alive, anyway. His heart filled with dread, but he knew there was no turning back. He had made it this far, and it was his duty to see it through to the end. His end. He gulped.Bravely, he took a step forward. And then another. He thought of the rain, the sun, all the natural wonders he had seen in that morning. And he thought of Flii. All this lent strength to his limbs once more, and he marched onward into the darkness. It did not press and squeeze around him as he had expected. On the contrary, the shadows seemed to wilt and cower as he made his way past them.The terror that had overpowered him momentarily was gone, and he reflected on the wonder of his own life force as he followed the tunnel, which spiralled slowly downward. His mind, his heart, his body...that it worked, that it existed, was miraculous. How easily it could be taken away, too...and yet only at that time was it truly appreciated.The shadows grew darker and darker, and more confident, as he marched along. He felt as if hundreds of bodies rushed and swarmed around them, yet he did not suffer by it. Shadow...the opposite of light. It was just as vital as light, Padin realized. It gave a break from the heat of the day that would shrivel plants and animals alike if it wore on without pause. It calmed the light and allowed for the creatures with sensitive eyes to emerge from their dens, hidden from their prey by the darkness. It was a wonder, a marvel, not to be feared, but embraced.And yet...the shadow produced evil."Greetings, Hero."Padin jumped. The echo of the voice and his told him that he was in a large chamber. Was this Terahi's den? But who had spoken?"H-hello?" he called feebly.A high-pitched, scratchy laugh echoed around the cave. It seemed to come from the shadows themselves. "They're really scraping the bottom of the barrel now, aren't they?" said the voice, pausing again to laugh. "Well, at least you showed up. That's a change of pace.Padin gasped in surprise. "What's that supposed to mean?""Well, let's just say that this is the first time my prey has come to me.""You're lying! What about all the other Heroes?"There was no answer, save another cackle."Who are you, anyway?" Padin asked fiercely."My, what bad manners!" taunted the voice. "Very well. I am the being whom you Matoran call 'Terahi.'"A sharp intake of breath echoed around the cave. A similar gasp followed, tinged with mockery."Now, Hero: what is your name?" hissed Terahi.Padin gathered his courage, pushing away the pressing fear once more. This was why he had gone there, after all: to face Terahi."My name is Padin, Terahi. What an honor it is to meet you," he declared. His voice was heavy with sarcasm.Terahi laughed. "Well, well! You have spirit, Hero.""Show yourself, Terahi, so that I may shake your hand." Padin whispered.Another laugh. "Do you not see me, before you? Look carefully."Padin squinted, but to no avail: darkness blinded his vision. "I see nothing but shadow," he replied.Padin was quickly tiring of Terahi's laugh. "Precisely, Hero!""I am getting impatient, Terahi!""Oh, you are, are you?" the voice jeered, followed by another echoing laugh. "Very well, Hero, I will spell it out for you. You see me before you. I am the darkness; I am shadow. The endless abyss, the nothing from which everything is created, and to which everything must return.""Enough talk," Padin said. "Let us end this. Cease your hiding.""And why would I do that? Why should I not just kill you where you stand?"Padin grinned. He had an answer ready for this. "Are you afraid to face a Matoran?" And he laughed.The high-pitched laugh joined his own. "Very well, Hero, I will humor you."With a rush and whistle, the shadows disappeared, swishing away like a huge, black cloth and piling into a heap at the far end of the chamber. To Padin's amazement, an unnatural light filled the area, bright and dark at the same time. Yet it had no source: it seemed that light could by smothered by shadow, to be revealed once more when the darkness is removed.Padin took in his surroundings. The cavern was very large, though it seemed much smaller in the light. The dirt floor was uneven and rocky, but was barren of anything that might suggest it as a home. During all these observations he kept an eye on the shrinking mass of shadow that wriggled and writhed on the ground. Suddenly, it began to take form, twisting and folding. When at last it stopped, Padin took a step back in fear, tripping over a rock and falling on his backside.The shadow creature looked as if it had been made from nightmares, a solid incarnation of fear itself. Yet it was not solid: it was visible, but it was neither two- nor three-dimensional. It did not, it could not exist, yet it was still seemingly there. It was nothing, and yet everything. Words simply cannot describe with due justice the fearsomeneness of that being that inspired both awe and terror, wonder and horror.A lesser Matoran, even many Toa, would have fainted in Padin's position: he, however, was stronger than this, even if he did not realize it. Gathering every last bit of strength, courage and resolve he could muster, Padin rose to his feet."Now show me what you have got, Matoran."Padin took a deep breath. For my village, he told himself. For the Matoran he took during the night, for the Great Beings who stood by us, through one cowardly Hero after another, and for Flii.With a wordless battle cry, Padin charged, shield and spear gripped firmly. He slashed the spear at the shadow, expecting to hit flesh. He immediately realized what a fool he was being. The spear slashed, visibly disappearing behind the shadow as if it had penetrated something firm, yet it waved through thin air. Unbalanced, Padin fell to the ground, and laughter echoed throughout the cave."Is that really all you've got?"Angered, Padin rose to his feet and jabbed again with the spear. Once more it had no effect. He slashed, stabbed, swung and lunged, all to no avail. All the while Terahi's cackling filled his ears. At last, the De-Matoran collapsed, breathing heavily."A valiant effort, yet you have accomplished nothing. And so now it ends. I send you to the darkness from whence you came.""No!" Padin shouted, speaking firmly despite his panting. "You are--wrong! It is not--shadow, but light--light that dominates--all. Light creates amid the shadow, protecting and defending against the darkness's evil. Even in death, the light does not release the good. It is not into shadow I now go--but light."Terahi roared with laughter, but Padin just grinned up into the shadows."Well, prepare to find out!"Padin's cackling joined Terahi's, as the shadow creature pulled back an arm. Sharp, wicked claws extended from the form of a hand. And with great speed, they descended upon Padin.Padin just smiled. He understood what had to happen, but did not fear it. He just remembered his village, and Flii. This was his destiny.A sudden pain exploded throughout his body, but it did not last. It faded, along with Terahi's chortles and Padin's own gasping breaths. And then a light appeared, brighter than any he had ever seen. Terahi let out a terrible scream, deafeningly loud but distant. In the light, the shadows faded and disappeared.Padin stood up."Greetings, Padin.""Hello. I expected you'd come.""Are you ready?""I think so--I am dead?""Yes.""And Terahi?""He is returning to the darkness from whence he came. No longer will he terrorize your former village."Padin breathed a sigh of relief before the voice went on:"You have done well, Padin.""Thank you...I was right, then?""Yes. You were brave enough to make the sacrifice that all the Heroes Chosen in the past fled from. That is why you were Chosen, and that is how you defeated Terahi.""Thank you, sir.""Come now. It is time for us to go. But you need not fear.""Yes, I understand...you are taking me to the light." Sincerely, Nuile: Lunatic Wordsmith
  18. Happy New year! 2012 is here, and likewise Project 2012 is completed. The calendar has a different piece of artwork for every month, all of them original, created exclusively for this project (except for ToM Dracone's April image).The collaboration includes the work of ten artists, among them such stars as Vezok's Friend and ToM Dracone, along with lesser known artists such as Phyoohrii and Metax.With no further ado, I present the fruits of our our diverse labors...(Click image) Past Months: January By Vezok's Friend February By 55555 March By MatoroIgnika April By ToM Dracone May By Cherixon Credits:MatoroIgnika (Founder, Artist)55555 (Organizer, Design Consultant, Artist)Xccj (Coding Wizard)Vezok's Friend (Cover Artist)ToM Dracone (Artist, Design Consultant)Metax (Artist, Consultant)Cherixon (Artist)Phyoohrii (Artist)Legolover-361 (Artist)Brave Dragon (Artist) Monthly updated userbar, no credit requested: [url="http://www.bzpower.com/board/index.php?showtopic=2709"][img=http://www.majhost.com/gallery/kanoka94/Project2012/januarybar.png][/url]Check out the calendar, make sure to check it every month for new art.Here's to 2012, may it be filled with good fortune and lack of apocalypses. - 55555
  19. What's up, y'all?I'm back and after starting the New Year off with some fun art for the calendar project, I thought I'd colour some of my sketches from last year, starting with those of some of my characters in the BZP RPG.First up, Chief Warrant Officer Toa Agni of the Ta-Koro guard, doing some CSI work near the charred forest.http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2012/015/3/a/3ade6a4c62be701399dd2cb8e8713e49-d4mg4k3.pngNOTE: The filesize is a bit too large for direct display, according to the rules. So, deep-linked.About:Photoshop CS4Wacom Cintiq~8hrs spent colouringAs usual, I hope you like it, C&C are welcome and stay tuned for more art in the future!Cheers!-VF
  20. Otherwise known as BOIL INCE, eheheh.So around fourteen months ago I started making 432 characters from the BIONICLE franchise in my somewhat distinctive style. The style I use is almost sprite like, but uses Illustrator to make the particular elements and then put them all together. It was a way to cut having to make the same things over and over from scratch, which is something Ive never liked doing that much. Immediately when you look at all of this you can see plenty of problems, because the ultimate goal here was quantity over quality. One day Ill certainly try and improve a number of these, but for now Im just glad I finished.Anyway, what I then did was made cards for each of the 432 characters I did, and then randomly placed them on this poster. There is no logic to their placement, which could mean it is more fun to search for the characters youre interested in. Or not, hence the list below. But anyway, I had a great time making these, and I will probably use all of these for comics and such, making improvements and additions as things go on. So I guess enjoy! ^^^^^^CLICK (15MB)^^^^^^CARDSCHARACTERS Characters (From Left)Row 1: Gate Guardian, Matau, Ancient, Gahdok, Devastator, Kewa, Takea, Kalmah, Metus, Sentrakh, Kahgarak, Waikiru, Lein, Kane-Ra, Mavrah, Tamaru, Kardas Dragon, KalamaRow 2: Miserix, Shasa, Sea Squids, Angonce, Antroz, Perditus, Nuhvok, Kapura, Iruini, Bour, Kokkan, Chute Lurker, Pekka, Kralhi, Burnak, Mata Nui, Annona, BranarRow 3: Kamen, Hahli, Nui-Kopen, Kraahu, Tuyet, Okoth, Vezok, Aft, Tahtorak, Dikapi, Ussal, Vican, Sand Stalker, Panrahk, Hewkii, Stinger Whale, Bohrok-Kal Kaita (Ja & Za), OnuaRow 4: Parakrekks, Surel, Protodax, Brutaka, Vezon, Makuta of Stelt, Kranua, Dezalk, Ihu, Lightfish, Husi, Manutri, Sarda, Makika, Talvi, Kabrua, Keerakh, KodanRow 5: Lava Eel, Great Temple Squid, Scodonius, Agni, Podu, Skopio, Kivi, Kratana, Sidorak, Kylma, Gali, Mutran, Pewku, Spikit, Teridax, Trinuma, Pokawi, OrdeRow 6: Tarakava, Zivon, Hero Agori, Toa Terrain Crawler, Zemya, Sand Bat, Kinloka, Kirikori Nui, Pohatu, Ahkmou, Krana, Tahnok-Kal, Two-Headed Tarakava, Prototype, Raanu, Ruki, Tiribomba, ChiroxRow 7: Kirbold, Krekka, Epena, Tuma, Damek, Kopaka, Kurahk, Botar, Kohrak, Muaka, Kavinika, Akamu, Minion, Akamai, Johmak, Vira, Kaj, Element Lord of FireRow 8: Vorox, Kuma-Nui, Iron Wolf, Photok, Axonn, Mana Ko, Triglax (as Grey), Caravan Crawler, Protocairn, Blade Burrower, Voporak, Rahi Nui, Tridax, Lohrak, Dume, Spider Crab, Kailani, Nektann (Skakdi)Row 9: Pahrak Va, Kazi, Mamru, Garan, Balta, Gresh, Tarix, Ally, Tarakava Nui, Mazeka, Kahu, Boreas, Tobduk, Toudo, Jerbraz, Morak, Takadox, MoaRow 10: Kikanalo, Kyrehx, Varian, The Shadowed One, Fusa, Kongu, Umbra, Arktinen, Graalok (Ash Bear), Shu, Proto Drake, Gukko, Kantai, Malum, Skirmix (Rock Steed), Hikaki, Fohrok, GavlaRow 11: Berix, Boggarak, Kumo, Chiara, Rahkshi Kaita Vo, Oohnorak, Primal, Fero, Takua/Takanuva, Skrall, Pridak, Bomonga, Zadakh, Element Lord of Water, The Recorder, Nokama, Vastus, StrakkRow 12: Nuurakh, Solek, Sisters of the Skrall, Helryx, Brander, Darkness, Whenua, Nuparu, Sahmad, Gahlok Va, Other 35 Rahkshi, Gahlok-Kal, City-Building Creature, Piraka Fusion, Azibo, Nui-Jaga, Builder of the Toa Canisters, PakastaaRow 13: Shore Turtle, Telluris, Vamprah, Amaya, Lehvak-Kal, Frost Leech, Macku, Mata Nui Fishing Bird, Pahrak, Thok, Nuhrii, Tuuli, Naho, Vakama, Shadow Leeches, Tahnok Va, Heremus, MorbuzakhRow 14: Artakha, Tahu, Stone Rat, Ghekula, Keelerak, Nikila, Jaa, Ignika, Tren Krom, Defilak, Kofo-Jaga, Energised Protodermis, Nui-Rama, Aodhan, Hapaka, Taku, Kraata, AirwatcherRow 15: Zaktan, Vohon, Nixie, Orkahm, Hoto, Kotu, Taiki, Venom Flyer, Nireta, Dweller in the Deep, Venom Eel, Sanso, Lurker, Nuhvok-Kal, Element Lord of Ice, Zesk, Melding Teridax, AvakRow 16: Krahka, Piruk, Irnakk, Cable Crawler, Lehvak Va, Velika, Tehutti, Element Lord of Jungle, Gadjati, Fenrakk, Gladiator, Kyry, Ackar, Red Serpent, Spectral Mask, Ehrye, Tarduk, KiinaRow 17: Krika, Lava Hawk, Crotesius, Lhikan, Hahnah, Rock Raptor, Vohtarak, Gahlok, Klakk, Reysa, Silver Chute Spider, Midak, Onepu, Avohkah, Lehvak, Vultraz, Vako, IcaraxRow 18: Pelagia, Bordakh, Kirbraz, Rahkshi Kaita Za, Hydraxon, Jovan, Rahkshi of Heat Vision, Hafu, Hakann, Gafna, Karzahni (Being), Onewa, Sea Spider, Reidak, Turahk, Vatuka, Gaardus, Lightning BugRow 19: Ancient Sea Behemoth, Vhisola, Element Lord of Sand, Aiyetoro, Nuju, Kirop, Takutanuva, Wairuha, Radiak, Kanohi Dragon, Gatherer, Kraawa, Karzahni (Plant), Kualus, Jaatikko, Click (Scarabax Beetles), Kojol, EhlekRow 20: Vorahk, Spinax (Energy Hound), Dekar, Gar, Tahnok, Golyo, Piatra, Roporak, Vorzakh, Kohrak-Kal, Cahdok, Stronius, Shadow Takanuva, Thulox, Element Lord of Rock, Lesovikk, Rogue Nynrah Ghost, FikouRow 21: Mantax, Manas, Matoran Nui, Niazesk, Lewa, Mata Nui Cow, Colony Drone, Roodaka, Nocturn, Zyglak, Dosne, Nuhvok Va, Nivawk, Spiriah, Guardian, Dagger Spider, Doom Viper, BaterraRow 22: Shadow Toa, Lava Ape, Dweller, Pit War Tortoise, Keras, Kestora, Tanma, Mahi, Marka, Keetongu, Keahi, Maglya, Swamp Stalker, Certavus, Infernavika, Cave Shrike, Gadunka, Exo-ToaRow 23: Lumi, Zaria, Rorzakh, Insane Great Being, Ice Vermin, Krakua, Jaller, Gelu, Makani, Taipu, Nidhiki, Gorast, Pahrak-Kal, Matoro, Norik, Lerahk, Krana-Kal, AtakusRow 24: Bog Snake, Suukorak, Carapar, Guurahk, Maxilos, Brakas, Kopeke, Biomechanical Dinosaurs, Gaaki, Nektann (Robots), Dalu, Skakdi Fusion, Bitil, Kohrak Va, Kai, Pouks, Idris, LariskaCREDIT TO:LEGO Designers for all the Set and Combiner Designs.Greg Farshtey for the descriptions of unseen characters and giving all these characters life.Whoever owns the BionicleLegends account on Brickshelf, for the reference pictures for many of the sets and combiners.Biosector01.com for being reference for what characters to do as well as image and info gathering.Connor Harvey for the Ancient Design.Carlos DAnda for the first nine comics.Nate McCarthy for the Devastator Design.The Movie Teams from the four films Mask of Light, Legends of Metru Nui, Web of Shadows and The Legend Reborn for certain aspects to different character designs.Templar for all the MNOLG characters, particularly the Matoran. BIONICLE wouldnt be as it is without you.Sarah Newkirk for the Miserix Design.Ankama Studios for creating VNOLG and all character designs from there.Ghost Studios for the Mata Nui Robot.Justin Lamb for the Tahtorak design.Randy Elliot for the Comics from 2003-2005, and for particular designs like the Fohrok.Tanuki for the Search for the Mask of Light animations.Turakii #1 Lavasurfer for Tentacles.Jeremy Brazeal for Journey of Takanuva and Desert of Danger and being the inspiration for Jerbraz.Alex Munroe for the Prototype design.Innerrayg for the Kirbold design.TakuaToa for the Minion design.John McCormack for being the inspiration for Johmak.Stuart Sayger for the 2006-2007 comics and All Our Sins Remembered, in particular for being the lose basis for the Element Lords and Baterra.-Shannara-, Vastorlorde and Toa Kinliku for the Iron Wolf design.-Shannara- again for the Guardian design.Daniel Settle for the Blade Burrower design.Artakha for the Tobduk design.The guys who made the GBA games for certain designs of characters, particularly the Moa and Energised Protodermis Entity.Shadow-Nui for No One Gets Left Behind.Gar and Keane Secrist for the Proto Drake design.Pekel for the Primal design.Vrahno for the basis of the Recorder design, and the Nikila design.Richard Glover for the Darkness design.ChocolateFrogs for the Piraka Fusion design.Tok for the Lurker design.ToM Dracone for the Melding Teridax design.Zachary Sager for the Gladiator design.Sparky for the Kyry design.Daniel Emmons for the Silver Chute Spider design.Im going to guess Toby Dutkiewicz for the green/purple Karzahni design.Elizabeth Schroeder for the Gaardus details.Sandfire for the Kanohi Dragon reference, and Tyler Herbst for the original design.Sam Winfield for the Gatherer design.Christian Zanier for the Baterra design.Nathan Pavich for the Dweller design.Dave White for the Cave Shrike design.
  21. This was for an assignment in studio photography where we were required to alter pre-existing light and mix it with other light sources to create a series of successful and compelling photos. Each image is made over a very long exposure time (think 8-25 seconds) by triggering several strobe lights, and then moving LED lights and my lit -up cellphone around. Some of the sets appear to be moving (Furno and the second Jetbug photo) due to the figure being shifted to different spots during the exposure.The only editing on the computer was for minor levels editing, slight exposure correction, dust removal, and a tiny bit of colour correction. Everything else is created by hand.
  22. Paleo

    Care

    My first short story, I'm very open to criticism.Visual sensors: activatedAudio receptors: activatedTactile input: activatedMatoran Unit 542 sat up. Taking in his surroundings, he deduced that he had suffered a fall during work. Unluckily for him, no Toa Unit had been around to prevent his fall. He stood and stooped to pick up his tools. But just as he was about to grasp them, he stopped.I feeldifferent.The new feeling was unlike what he typically experienced. It was an odd sensation, and as he returned to work, it nagged him. However, after a few minutes repairing a control panel, he finally grasped it.He felt he should try to avoid falling again.542 shook his head.Falls are not dangerous. He thought. They only cause minor damage.He tried to rid himself from the feeling, but it kept coming back. The feeling that he should keep himself from falling again.As he moved down the walkway to the next panel, he pondered his new feeling.Falls are not dangerous. He told himself out loud. I should not worry.But worry he did. Going about his work checking pumps and repairing machinery, he thought about his new feeling, and then came to a realization.My feeling should have a name. After a few minutes pondering this, a word popped into his head.Care. 542 thought. I care about not falling.As he came to his conclusion, he heard the sharp CLANG of metal hitting metal. Looking up, he saw a large girder falling toward him. Momentarily dazed by the sight, he then jumped out of the way of the girder just before it smashed into the walkway. As other Matoran Units cleared the piece of metal, 542 looked back to see what damage it had done to the pump system he had been repairing. The side of the pump had been shredded. Bent and broken pieces littered the ground.As 542 moved back to the pump to begin repairs on it, a thought crossed his mind.Do I care about the pump?The thought stopped him in his tracks.Do I care about things I build?Gazing up at the reactors at the center of the huge room, he thought.If Matoran Units care about their creations, then does Mata Nui care about us?The glitch had begun.
  23. Hey y'all!Here's a little something I wanted to share with you guys. It's a minifigure from my upcoming project to make the three Lord of the Rings movies as LEGO sets. Before you point out that LEGO is doing the same, I can assure you that it was my idea first! Literally days after I posted that topic, TLG had to come and swoop my thunder... Anywho, though, this is a very special figure. Took me a while (and some money) to get him together just the way I wanted. But here he is, the Big Bad himself: Sauron. (Flickr photostream for other previews and bigger pictures)The mace is courtesy of Brickforge. Decals are by me. The helmet is from here. Spraypaint is from... the hardware store?Hope you guys enjoyed! Stay tuned for more previews and the (hopefully!) upcoming revealing of my Fellowship of the Ring sets!Nuju
  24. Gather 'round, BZPers, and hear a tale long in the making, or some such like that.It all began way, way, waaay back, when BZP member Alsru, Toa of Honor, sent me a two-part commission. The first was a simple enough customization of a Makuta Chirox head...The other, though, was more complicated... Alsru asked for a posed and repainted Vahki Bordahk on a statue-like base. It sounded like an interesting concept I wanted to add to my "what I done" list, so I took on the job. The first concept pose was, um... less than great.Thankfully, I didn't glue it that way! Unfortunately, I've lost all the work-in-progress photos taken between then. Regardless, here's how he turned out...Here's how he went down.After determining a good pose, I glued him together with zap-a-gap in all his joints. Interestingly, I found while working on this that if you apply a thin skim of this stuff to Bionicle joints, you can stiffen up loose limbs. Just don't, you know... stick it back in it's socket while the glue's wet!Then, I gave him a good sand down, and primed him gray. After that, I basecoated all the areas in their proper colors; grey, blue, silver, orange. This process took an exceptionally long and frustrating time...Afterward, I was able to get on to the fun part. The orange part of the head is seven different shades of oranges and yellows, all blended together with a technique called stippling. The mouth and blades are three shades of silver, with a wash to dull them down and bring out the contrast; I used an ink on the pistons to make them appear slick with hydraulic fluid. Many caps, pins, gears, and other details were picked out in silver, as well.The blue and gray areas were the most interesting. In addition to recieving three shades of blue or gray (respectively) and a wash to blend the shades together, they're meant to look like this Vahki's seen the city for some time, and his paint's all worn and chipped away. Each chip on him is a spot of black, with a spot of silver overtop, and then a wash to blend them into the blue/gray, to achieve the chipping effect without making him look like he's got polka dots! I also had to make sure the chipping made sense, and thus, the only areas chipped are those that might receive wear and tear.With the Bordahk done, I turned my attentions to the base, this thing of untold sweat and toil...As you can see, it's made of 6 blocks of wood, as well as 4 strips of plywood to cover the stacked blocks. Not pictured here are the bottom 4 trim pieces, which had to be angle-cut so they'd fit together. Credit due to my Dad for helping me engineer this, and cut many of the parts!The side plates had to be clamped while the glue dried overnight. So, after these dried, I had to do the front and back ones, too.After those were cured, I did a LOT of putty work to smooth everything out, and added the bottom trim, and puttied it, too. I finally had it ready for the end run.The sidewalk tiles are foamcore, cut down to fit. I chose foamcore so I could capture the "rupturing" feel of the Morbuzahk appearing from beneath the architecture itself. As you can see, everything's traced out; thorough planning was a stalple of this project.The Morbuzahk itself is made from about half a dozen strands of green stuff twisted together, like so:Which was then positioned and glued in place. Keeping these from sagging during curing was something of a chore!After getting the broken bits of tile glued in place, it was time to hit the spray booth...We have a full indoor spray booth for model work, but I didn't really need anything fancy. I primed it gray, painted it white, and then gave it a semi-gloss varnish all with Krylon spraycans:The tricky part was painting the vines after they'd been glued in place WITHOUT getting paint on the base. They're a conglomeration of about 5 shades of brown and a wash, and with 'em all twisted about like that, the underside is anything but easy to get to...As a finishing touch, I put a square of foam on the underside, the same kind as is meant for use on cup coasters.So... there you have it, folks! An all original Vahki Statuette.Thanx for looking!Cheers,- Heir
  25. 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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