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Hmm, aside from more Makuta titans I'd enjoy seeing a Helryx or Tuyet titan (or is this only characters who had an original set?) either way more makuta or possibly a barraki one, a Kalmah titan would have been very cool since I think he was kind of lacking it terms of original design.

I agree that Keetongu is basically mister plot device. So it's either him or Sidorak, maybe my expanded universe knowledge is lacking about him but from what I know the guy does absolutely nothing, in the film he's essentially a comic relief villain and had no bearing on the plot.

IC: Kreshka has now reached the edge of the bay, and is making a charge for the desert, his knowledge of the area is fairly sketchy but he knows there is another port settlement further along the coast. Most of the pursuers seem to have given up the chase by now so he slows his pace and begin to observe the area around him, using his x-ray vision to try and spot any potential threats.

I deploy an army of lawyers with bat wings to sue you for that mask, of course they win after a lengthy court battle involving much shouting of OBJECTION! My mask.

I throw in a smoke grenade before rappelling down from the ceiling spraying bullets as I go and remove the mask from your cold dead hands. My mask.

Hold it buster, The Olmak only covers pocket dimensions of the Core dimensions. I felt a great disturbance in the Fanfiction, as if millions of crossover opportunities suddenly cried out in terror and were silenced.

Many happy new years, from me and the wrathful hand of the night god.

IC: Hearing angry shouts behind him Kreshka casts a glance back and see's the stall owner (along with several other matoran who looked like they were following just to see what it was about) charging in his direction. Kreshka gently lopes into a side street to see if check if he's the target of the stall owners wrath and seeing that he is moves into a running pace towards the edge of the bay.

That sounds pretty cool, and that means one fan fiction character being in possession of a mask of dimensional gates means: INFINITE CROSSOVER OPPORTUNITIES!

IC: Kreshka notes a stall owner with his back turned, obviously engaged with haggling a price with a customer, the stall owner is selling small carved statuettes and while his back is turned Kreshka slips one into his satchel, he then moves along speedily hoping he went unnoticed.

IC: Kreshka wanders the docks at Leva Bay, he keeps his eyes open for anything of intrigue while tossing and catching a small carved stone with one hand. OOC: Well first post on the RPG, looking forward to more.

Name: Kreshka Species: Skakdi of plasma A detailed description or image: A tall but quite well built Skakdi with a dark orange head and spine, he has a large and slightly pointed chin which looks thick enough to bounce rocks off. He wears pieces of armor that are slightly mismatched shades of gold and is missing a toe on his right foot. Generally carries a heavy brown satchel. Gender: Male Powers and/or weapons: Is capable of using the element of plasma in conjunction with another Skakdi, is capable of using X-ray vision, carries around a double pronged spear (Both prongs are on one end) and a large shield. Technological items: A longsword which causes acidic damage (pending approval.) Weakness(es): General physical harm and an acute dislike of ice (Not so much he won't go into icy climates however he will avoid ice wielding opponent as much as feasibly possible.) Alignment (good, evil, neutral, et cetera): Chaotic neutral History: Spent a lot of time in Zakaz generally moving between Skakdi militia before abandoning the island in search of more interesting places, he had no trouble finding work either as a guard or heavy lifter of some description, these days he wanders from place to place looking for work and new things to hold his attention. Personality and traits: Thought of as quite reserved and sane for a Skakdi, he will take quite a lot before losing his temper however when it has happened he requires a long period to calm down. Generally acts aloof though can be quite charming, never interested in something for more than a week at a time and is known for constructing oddly elaborate revenge schemes however these are very rarely carried out, fancies himself as a philosopher and often spends a lot of time sitting still and thinking, preferably at high altitudes. Generally indifferent to people regardless of race.

Completely missed that. Sorry for the derp.

Perhaps I'm just being an idiot but how does one create a character for the RPG? The rules and index thread says to make one in the profiles topic but that topic is locked, what am I missing here?

Does the Nui-Rama include both the orange and green versions?

Personally I think that expanding into other area's of lego will bring in new members certainly but it seems like unneeded compromise, I found this sight when I was looking for a still active forum to discuss bionicle and the fact I could find one with this many active and contributing members really made me think about the sticking power of the bionicle franchise, I believe that if we need to get more people active it should we through an effort to find or reclaim fans of bionicle to generate meaningful content and discussion rather than attempting to bring in other fanbases merely to watch numbers go up.

Either closer to the truth or caught in a dream, which I believe was the Hordika's theme.

Hello. "All the old lights" is my first epic on these forums. I'll try and release installments as regularly as possible but my creative process is kinda slow. There story will be taking place with different characters in different places and possibly different times as they generally get on with adventure and life, while I'm told my best work is done with settings and descriptive work this time I'm trying to focus on dialogue and character so the quality may waver from piece to piece, not only that but because it will be moving between multiple characters the story may seem kind of erratic but rest assured It will (probably) make sense by the end. So read the stories, tell me your thoughts and point out inevitable grammar and spelling mistakes. Thank you all in advance.

The forge was one of the oldest places in the village, the ta-matoran who once worked it had been the best at their jobs for kio around and the village had grown around them meaning that the forge was in the centre of the entire place. Of course there were better forges now and so the old centre of the village had been left alone for a long time, used only as a place for storage or some peace and quiet. However a Toa had taken up residence there recently, he was old, mysterious and barely interacted with the matoran at all only leaving to deal with the villages occasional problems and even then he worked by night. However regardless of his odd behaviour he was a Toa and so when the matoran pushed his way into the old forge he did so without fear. There was a small lightstone sitting on the rim of a work table, it barely illuminated the place but gave the darkness enough texture to see the piles of masks and tools lying around, opposite the door there was bulk of the Toa sitting on a large rock pushed against one wall. The Toa's eyes glowed faintly; he looked half asleep. The old pipes around the room had been cut ages ago for materials but the stubs that remained still carried the sounds of the outside world and the matoran realised that if one listened hard enough you could hear quite a lot of what was going on in the village. He stepped forward towards the lightstone and addressed the toa. “Toa I have a question for you.” The glow of the eyes increased in brightness slightly and the toa leaned forward the light showing off the contours of his mask which the matoran realised was heavily damaged down one side. It's voice was old but kind enough though it gave the impression he had just awoke. “ Are the no scholars? No ga-matoran who may answer your questions?” “There are indeed toa but I feel that these are questions you could better answer.” The Toa leaned back and as it did so a mask fragment fell from a high shelf landing on the Toa's right shoulder. As he reached up to remove it the matoran almost gasped as he noticed the Toa's entire left arm was scratched and rent in the same way as his mask, noticing the matoran's dismay the Toa spoke again. “That is the result of a fight with a Keelerak little one.” The Toa shifted his position seeming to have woken up somewhat. “But come, what questions do you have for me. And let us walk as we discuss these matters, I feel I have been sitting far too long.” The Toa raised himself to his full and rather impressive height and with the matoran following stepped out into the fresh air of the village. Seen in the daylight the Toa was an interesting spectacle , his armour was a deep umber with neat white segments on his arms and torso, the acid burns covered most of his left side although they did not seem to hamper his movement, a pair of curved swords rested on his back and his mask was one the matoran did not recognise, the colours on the other hand he did. “Are you a Toa of Plasma then?” The Toa nodded his head rather than responding verbally, they were strolling through a quiet corner of the village towards a cliff of brown stone that marked the boundary of a jungle. “Now then what were these questions you seemed eager to ask?” When the matoran did not say anything for a while the Toa spoke again “Or perhaps you did not have questions and instead were talking to me for a rather foolish bet?” The matoran nodded glumly and stared at his feet however the Toa let out a hearty laugh. “Do not be so disheartened! What would we be without foolish bets, I've suffered worse than a stern look from a Toa in my time. Now then I feel we should take a walk in the jungle. By this point they had come to where the village bordered the cliff, the Toa removed one of the swords from his back and aimed it at the soft earthy rock of the cliff, there was a beam of orange light and the faint hiss of plasma. When the matoran looked again he saw that a crude stairway had been carved up the cliff leading into the thick jungle, the Toa was already halfway up it, hopping nimbly from step to step and soon the matoran was following him until they had reached the top of the cliff and were standing side by side staring down at the village, the Toa stretched again and took and few deep breaths before declaring. “I think it's high time I had an adventure, meet me here again when you are ready.” And with that the tower sat with his back to a tree and watched as the matoran charged back to the village to pack.