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  1. Revived topic closed. If you'd like to discuss BIONICLE memes, feel free to start a new topic.
  2. IC: Cael nodded: Praggos was right. Leah was trying to tell them something, but they didn’t have time to figure out what she was trying to say. The healer had sensed something when Leah raised her hand —something elemental and wild, halfway between science and magic. Like the words to a half-forgotten song or a word on the tip of her tongue, she was half-sure she could imitate what the Maru had done if only she could figure out how the melody started. The magic was bound up in water, of that she was certain. It sang of dewdrops and rainstorms, of ripples and waves. And who knew water better than she? Cael mentally shook the thought from her mind. What hubris, to think she was anything like a Maru. Though skilled, her power resembled Leah’s as much as a puddle resembles the ocean. Whatever Leah wanted her to try might not even be possible without a Maru’s strength. She couldn’t risk her patient’s life on an elemental gamble. But healing? That was something she knew. They had to simultaneously track down the poison while keeping its effects under control, otherwise Leah might succumb by the time they rooted it out. At the very least, perhaps they could give her enough breathing room to do… whatever it was she’d tried a moment ago. "Get ready,” she said. “We’ll need all our strength.” Dehkaz had already stretched his hand out over Leah’s body, and though she was no Toa of magnetism, Cael could sense the energy emanating from his hand. It was both push and pull, less power than the idea of power; it was metaphor made real and connection given form. She followed his example, though in her own fashion: she reached to the crystal vial that hung from her neck, half-full of liquid, and unclasped it. She tilted the vial to empty it, but it was no mere trickle that emerged. Instead, a continuous stream of purest water splashed forth, sparkling in the cool light. Stretching out her hand, Cael directed its flow through the air to wash over Leah’s form, cool against her feverish skin, until it enveloped her completely. The healer’s mask glowed as she closed her eyes, searching for something she couldn’t quite name. She could almost taste the poison as it writhed within her friend, leaving a trail of sickness that her mask alone could not mend. She pursued it nonetheless, nimble as the river’s flow and relentless as the tide. She soothed inflammation and coaxed swollen vessels back to their natural shape. Decaying flesh revived; dying cells bloomed with new life. And yet she could feel the poison still working to undo everything, always a step ahead, ever just out of reach. OOC: @Vezok's Friend @otter @Lady Takanuva @Snelly @Krayzikk
  3. IC: Poison. Infected. Rahkshi. The words hung heavy in the air like a foul miasma, seeming to momentarily dim the interior of the hut. Cael tried to shrug them off as she heaved Leah’s body onto the cot, the Toa Maru summoning enough effort to mumble a hello and her best effort at a quip. The healer squeezed her patient’s hand as she tried to form a plan of action out of the information she’d been given. The mask of healing was often half-mythologized as a mask of miracles, but Cael knew well enough that there were some things far beyond its power. She’d spent long years probing its limits and testing the boundaries between what could and couldn’t be made whole. The key factor was the user’s knowledge of the injury and what needed to happen for it to heal. That’s why the best healers supplemented the mask with the study of medicine. Your average Toa could heal a bruise or a cut, but it took a deeper knowledge of anatomy to set bones or reverse internal injuries. "I…i-is there anything I can do?" A voice broke Cael’s train of thought. She turned to see it was one of the strangers from the far land —a Dasaka. She’d met several of their kind over the last few months. They were a proud, strong people, strangely similar to her own race, yet just different enough to be intriguing. What she wouldn’t give for a formal study comparing the two… “Stoke the fire,” she said, pointing to the fireplace in one corner of the room. “And get that water boiling. There’s bandages in the cupboard we’ll need sterilized.” Cael returned to the problem at hand: the mysterious poison. There was only so much she could do without knowing exactly what the poison was and how it worked. She had a fairly thorough knowledge of the toxins produced by local flora and fauna: some toxins attacked living tissue, causing internal bleeding; others caused muscles to spasm painfully or lock up. But she’d never seen one like this, which appeared to rapidly bring on a dangerous infection. She could heal the infected tissue and try to bring down Leah’s fever, but without knowing exactly what harm this poison was effecting within her body, she couldn’t know how successful their efforts would be. Still… they had to try. The little group had surrounded the cot by now: Praggos stood opposite her, and the remaining space was quickly filled by the others. Cael took a deep breath and reached down into the ocean, anchoring herself in the vastness of the water inches beneath her feet. The ocean diluted her apprehension; her concern dissolved into peace. A Maru she was not, but the water’s strength was still hers. She raised a hand, and then— Leah raised her right arm to her chest and placed a closed fist over her heartlight. The physical action was accompanied by a surge of elemental energy that Cael instantly perceived, though it was far removed from the feats she had sensed earlier. It was less a wave than a ripple; it was less a wind than a breath. And yet, whatever it was Leah had done, it had done something right. It was the sparkling purity of a single dewdrop; it was the clean, cool air that follows a summer storm. The hut seemed brighter for a heartbeat. “Purity…” Leah managed through gritted teeth. “Clear…poison…” Cael waited for more, but the effort required to produce even those words was almost too much for Leah. So the healer looked up at Praggos, her eyes full of questions and her mind racing. What was Leah trying to say? And what she had done just now —she had done something elemental yet utterly alien to Cael, who had thought she knew just about everything water could do. Leah wouldn’t have done it without a purpose… “Did you feel that?” she asked. “Could you see what she did?” OOC: @Vezok's Friend @Lady Takanuva @otter @sunflower @Snelly
  4. OOC: Pardon the rust… it’s been a while. IC: Ripples travel farther than the thrown stone could ever guess: Cael knew something was wrong long before the party got to her door. She’d sensed the waters moving from halfway across the village. Her mind outlined the shape of the tidal wave that arched over the bay like it was caught in time. Of course it was Leah—who else but a Maru could wield the elements like that? Though she’d witnessed the First Toa’s successors in action before, Cael still found herself in awe. It was hard to connect such feats to Toa like herself, mere creatures of steel and bone. It felt more like the wild elements themselves had come to life. And they never stirred idly. So when Destiny wheeled down out of the sky with her precious cargo, the Kahu’s landing so steep and fast that her talons dug ragged tracks into Central Plaza’s lily-pad, Cael was already walking out the door. Her golden eyes snapped from the Kahu to Skyra to Praggos, who was just rounding the far corner of the plaza at not much less than a dead run. Her mouth tightened. Praggos was a fine healer by anyone’s measure. If he needed her help, this was worse than she’d thought. A few hurried steps brought her close enough to see the being lying across Destiny’s back. Her heart clenched, and she suddenly understood the worry she saw in Skyra’s eyes (and she had never known the Toa of air to worry about anything). It was Leah, and she was in bad shape. The healer’s experienced eyes took in minute details at a glance. The gashes on Leah’s cheek, inflamed and oozing. Flushed skin. Laboured breathing. A fever, gauged by placing her cool palm on the Toa Maru’s forehead. Eyes half-focused under fluttering lids. “Let’s get her inside,” Cael said to Skyra, already moving to pick up Leah’s legs. The stronger Toa of air could take Leah’s upper body. “There’s a cot just past the door.” She inclined her face to Praggos, who had just arrived with his companion, and didn’t waste words on pleasantries. “What happened?” OOC: @Vezok's Friend @Snelly @otter @sunflower
  5. Hi Alexander123! The points system simply keeps track of your post count. The ranking system gives you a rank and title that corresponds to how many posts you make. As your post count rises, you unlock new ranks.
  6. Wow, this is fantastic! What a Christmas present. :) Thanks for your hard work, Bulik. I know a lot of people have been struggling to get the game up and running, so it's great to see a more accessible resource for fans who want to re-live the LU glory days.
  7. Some people want to see Bionicle return; others don't. Some people want Bionicle and Hero Factory to share a universe; others don't. Some people want Greg to canonize new things; others don't. There's no "correct" opinion. Personally, I think that part of the fun of loose ends is getting to create your own stories! LEGO is all about creativity, and something doesn't have to be "canon" in order to be valuable. I think that's what peoples are trying to tell you, Lenny7092. You don't need LEGO's permission to be creative! Write your story because you enjoy it. Anyway, I think the discussion in this topic has about run its course. If you would like to read Lenny7092's story, you can do so in the topic they have provided, and you can leave your feedback in the discussion topic.
  8. @MR.StrawBerry13 please remember to check the date of the last post in a topic before you reply. The last post before yours was made in April 2020 — that's well over a year ago! This counts as topic revival. If you would like to continue the discussion, feel free to start a new topic. Topic closed.
  9. @Sailor Wah! and @Fyndegil, this is a warning to stay on topic. As per the BZPower Rules & Guidelines: Your spam posts have been deleted. Please re-read the BZPower Rules & Guidelines if you are not sure if your post is breaking the rules.
  10. Hi @TommyG — open up the Google doc and go to File > Make a copy. You can make your own copy of the document which you can edit at your leisure. Then, if you'd like to continue this project, you can put the link to your copy here. Although this does count as topic revival, I'm going to let this thread stay open for now because there's quite a lot of information in here. If people want to continue working on this project, I think it's better to keep all the work in one place instead of starting a new topic. Good luck!
  11. Thread closed at topic starter's request.
  12. This is an official warning to stay on topic. Discussion should be related to the topic you're posting in. @Lenny7092, remember that it's OK for people to disagree with your opinion. Nobody is required to support a LEGO Idea just because it's BIONICLE-related. Other people have their opinions, and you need to respect them even if you don't agree with them.
  13. @Maniac4Bricks, please remember to check the date of the last post in a topic before you reply. The last post before yours was made in 2014 -- that's 7 years ago! This counts as topic revival. If you would like to continue the conversation, feel free to start a new topic. Topic closed.
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  15. Hey @toa trisabelle, please make sure to check the date of the last post in a topic before you reply. This topic hasn't been posted in since August 2015—that's six years of inactivity! This counts as topic revival. Please read the BZP Forum Revival Reference for a handy overview of how long it takes for a topic to die in each forum. Topic closed.
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  17. My dear friends. What a ride. It has been a joy to play alongside you and an honour to serve as one of your GMs. Those last 48 hours of the game were exhausting and brain-melting in the best way, and I'm so happy and proud of the story we wrote together. It's hard to believe this all started in January 2020—it feels either like an eternity ago or just last week, and I can't quite decide which. My only regret is I didn't join the game on day one, because that's 16 extra days of roleplaying I could've gotten in with all of y'all. Regardless, it's been a slice. Shout out to my fellow GMs. Veef might not have always been as visible in the gameplay topic, but he put in a ton of work behind the scenes that made my job a lot easier. And when he showed up IC... he showed up. Truly a master of all trades and a jack of none. And I know you guys think you understand how hard our dearest Unreliable Narrator worked on this game, but trust me: you have no ##### idea. Caedast can back me up here when I say that our head GM put more blood, sweat, and tears into this game than I've put into anything else in my entire life. He's a rock star and a legend, and the depths of his mad genius inspire me with both admiration and terror (but mostly admiration). Thanks for everything, Kughii. Feel free to continue using this OOC topic to discuss the game and ask questions. It'll stay open as long as it needs to. And, for the love of Miserix, don't forget to fill out your surveys!
  18. Attention players of aspects! As a result of the aspect Whisper achieving her seventh milestone and cutting herself off from the Far Shore, all aspects are now cut off from cycle of life in the Caldera. If you play an aspect of Makuta, please add the following breed quirk to their profile: Even while in gaseous form, you may interact physically with the world and be interacted with physically. You must still possess a host or a suit of armor to use Kanohi powers or other similar tools. You are mortal, and do not rejoin the Caldera when you die.
  19. IC: Reliable Narrator | ??? Reaching out, Whisper took hold of the edges of the crack and began to pull. Tendrils of shadow emerged from her form and began to bind the edges. Was this possible, to stitch a bandage over an interdimensional wound and pull it together? No. But the Far Shore didn't care about what was possible. Everything was possible, if only you wished it so. Whisper wished it so. Her shadows strained and tugged at the edges. Starving aspects ripped at what remained of her essence. She pulled with all her might, and with the sound of a vast, terrible rolling of dice, the Far Shore resolved her wish and the two edges of the crack came together with a mindshattering BOOM that shook the very stars. The reverberations of the rejoining rippled across the island, exacting an excruciating change upon every aspect in existence and throughout time. The Caldera immediately began to evaporate. Spirits and phantoms screamed and cried as they dissolved into wisps of smoke and curls of vapor that burned away from the pool. Within moments, the Caldera looked like a pot of boiling water as dying wishes steamed away into the air. Soon it was empty. The Caldera was no only a shallow, concave basin of black stone, no more than a few feet deep, and Whisper lay at the bottom. She was not dead. She had done it. The breach was sealed, and with it she had cut off all aspects from the Far Shore. She was still incorporeal, but she was something more now. She was separate. Completely individual. Nothing came before her, and nothing would come after. She was free. Her final milestone complete, knowing nothing but her name and what she had done, Whisper ascended. OOC: @Gecko Greavesy Congratulations! Whisper has completed her seventh milestone and cut off all aspects from the antidermis pool. All aspects are now free of the cycle of life in the Caldera. They are able to physically interact with the world and be interacted with in their gaseous forms. Whisper has also ascended. Please await a PM with further instructions.
  20. IC: Reliable Narrator | ??? Whisper pressed herself into the jagged breach between realities. it was brighter than bright and darker than dark; it was all colors and sounds and none at the same time. looking forward and back, she realized she was caught between realities. On one side, she saw endless showers of light and perpetually twisting blocks of matter disintegrating and reassembling over and over. Fractals expanded and contracted simultaneously; she felt she would go mad if she looked too long. She beheld the Far Shore but did not enter it, and so she was able to see it for what it was: a place of infinite possibility and eternal change. The realm of chance and irrational equations. It was her birthplace—the collective unconscious of the multiverse, a place where nothing and everything was always being resolved. On the other side, she felt the Caldera still tearing hungrily at her essence. She felt memories and more continue to slip away, but she was still herself. She was still Whisper. No aspect had ever made it down this far, but she had. Now she existed in the space between two realities, with the collective identity of her species on one side and infinite possibility on the other. Even as she lost everything, she realized anything was possible. The people of this world are destroyers... but look into their hearts, and you will find they also have the power to build. The portal shimmered around her. It was a flaw as ancient as time and delicate as a spiderweb, and it could be made whole. OOC: @Gecko Greavesy Whisper has forgotten everything but her name, her elemental power over shadow, and her Grand Wish.
  21. IC: Reliable Narrator | Kini-Nui Cravious reasserted control. He felt Akamai's anger subside. Although the Kait's spirit still frothed and raged beneath his will, it submitted to its pilot as it was bound to do. OOC: @Kal the Guardian
  22. IC: Reliable Narrator | The Caldera It was overwhelming. The unbearable tide of sorrow and hunger threatened to drown her again and again, but she resisted. Whisper had not come this far, come so close, to be ripped apart at the threshold of victory. So she swam further down, holding tight to her precious individuality even as it was ripped from her by the crushing press of howling spirits and phantoms. She continued to forget. Or did she? Her essence was already so wounded that she was finding to difficult to tell when she lost something new. Each new hole in her memory seemed to have always existed, and every time a ghost of an aspect tore something from her, she was only aware of its loss for an instant before she accepted that she had always been this way. Down, down down. She saw something ahead now. It looked like a tear or a crack in reality itself. It lanced through the pool like a bolt of lightning frozen in time. It was the color of void, and Whisper could see the green vaporous liquid that surrounded her oozing through the crack. She had found the source of the Caldera. This was where it all came from: herself, these spirits, and all their infinite pain. This was the portal through which Kat had passed when Nuju's portal was destroyed. It was a breach between worlds, and it led to the Far Shore. OOC: @Gecko Greavesy Whisper has forgotten the Rite of Soul Searching and lost the power of Gravity. She has also forgotten the existence of every member of the matoran species, be they matoran, toa, or turaga. Finally, although these steps remain completed, she has forgotten steps 2, 4, and 5 of her Grand Wish. IC: Akamai, Berserk | Kini-Nui Akamai felt their legs freeze into place. They tossed and turned their upper body, making their wound worse. Ichor and oil rained down on the valley, and the Kaita's screams of pain and rage echoed across the land. Then Cravious popped the cockpit hatch open and slid inside, ready to resume control. OOC: @Gecko Greavesy @Kal the Guardian
  23. IC: Akamai, Berserk | Kini-Nui The bident reversed trajectory as quick as thought. A twinge of fear broke through the rage for a moment, but Akamai barely perceived it happening before it felt a stabbing pain in its abdomen. It fell back with the force of the blow. The bident had passed cleanly through its stomach and into the bunker behind it. The shaft of the bident protruded from its body and pointed back towards its sender: Wairuha. The two prongs of the weapon dug deep into the building and rock beneath, effectively pinning the living machine against the bunker. Akamai howled with rage, but couldn't move. Twisting only sent spasms of pain up its torso as pistons and gears and synthetic tissue were pressed against the weapon upon which it was impaled. Silver and black fluids leaked from the wound and dripped down its legs onto the ground, where they quickly began to pool. The mech distracted by shock and pain, Cravious successfully managed to grab ahold of the cockpit entrance and pull himself up. This was his chance to force the cockpit open and get back in. OOC: @Kal the Guardian @Gecko Greavesy @everyone?
  24. IC: Reliable Narrator | The Caldera Whisper dove deeper. Her essence was growing tattered as bits and pieces were ripped away to join the swirling maelstrom of spirits. She was enveloped in suffering and pain. The thoughts and whispers of other aspects howled loud enough to drown out her thoughts. She felt despair welling up within her as she searched fruitlessly. All she could see and see was an endless storm of emotions and wishes that seemed to go on forever. Was there anything else? Maybe. Deeper than she had thought possible, she thought saw something gleaming at the bottom of the pool. The ravenous horde ripped at her with renewed frenzy. Larger pieces of her were gone now. She could feel herself forgetting. More than memories, it was like she was forgetting herself. Like her very being was vanishing out from under her, leaving empty spaces where she was sure things had existed a moment ago. Or had they? Even her ability to be sure of anything was disintegrating. in a moment, she might not even realize she had lost anything. OOC: @Gecko Greavesy Whisper's connection to anything outside the Caldera has been severed. This includes her kraata, her desecrated, anyone wearing a mask infected by her, and any aspect who has desecrated her. She has also forgotten the existence of aspects besides herself (i.e. if she met Stannis or Parnassus, it would be like meeting them for the first time). Please continue describing what this is like as Whisper continues to explore the Caldera.
  25. IC: Reliable Narrator | The Caldera Whisper's tendril brushed the surface of the Caldera, and he was immediately sucked into the terrifying waters. Once again, he was surrounded by the violent chaos from which he had sprung. The cries and desperate wishes of half-formed aspects filled his mind and shredded at his spirit. He heard prayers for respite from pain and agonized cries begging for death. He felt the unbearable weight of grief on his shoulders and tasted the blood-soaked frenzy of war. Explosions of pain and screams of joy reverberated through his essence. The clamor of the vast cauldron of aspects threatened to pull him apart at the seams: he had what none of them had and what all of them wanted: independence. Individuality. The collective unconsciousness of the Builders would tear him apart and take his power for its own. Perhaps his rejoining might give another lucky aspect the final push it needed to crawl out of the pool and start its own journey. All aspects were doomed to return from whence they came, and all dreaded it because this is what it felt like. To no longer be one, but many... to lose one's own hopes and dreams and personality and become part of an unthinking, unknowing horde of raw emotion and instinct. This was the horde that tore at him now, larger than life and louder than sound and hungrier than famine, desperate to take him for its own. OOC: @Gecko Greavesy Whisper has been sucked into the Caldera. This is a deadly encounter. The collective unconsciousness of the Builders is ripping him apart piece by piece, and if he stays too long, he will return to it. Please tell us how it feels to slowly lose your individuality as Whisper explores the depths of the Caldera.
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