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So, after creating Falyx, I decided to create more Protector OC's! Without further ado, here they are! Each one has their own shoulder build, though not all are unique. Their main weapons mirror the Gen 2 Toa's weapons, though they aren't exactly the same in all cases. I also managed to use all of the 7 extra studs you get with the Protectors on each one. After that, however, the similarities pretty much end. All that being said, I apologize for the lackluster set up. Lighting might be pretty bad, pictures might be pretty bad, everything might be pretty bad actually. Group Shot (sorry for quality) {Falyx} A quiet, happy soul, Falyx often spends his time exploring the Region of Earth. He always finds a bright side, he always tells a bad joke or pun on purpose, and he protects his friends until the end. In battle, he prefers wielding his trusty Star WarHammer, but he has been known to wield his Spiked Ball-and-Chain. When needed, he will man one of the many Earth Turrets scattered in the central part of the region to fend off large groups of attackers. Make no mistake; though his joyful demeanor paints him as a happy-go-lucky individual, he can be completely ruthless in battle and will stop at nothing to protect those who need it. Not much is different from him from my last topic, except I updated his back to have a bit of armor (as well as to cover it up). He is probably my new Self-MoC for Gen2. I wish I could've made a different shoulder arrangement for him, but the Protector of Earth's shoulders just fit too well with him. Front Side Back Alternate Weapon Earth Turret Earth Turret Front Earth Turret Side Earth Turret Manned Crosshairs {Chath} Quiet, reserved, and generally alone, Chath finds company distracting. Though he can operate in a team, he prefers solitude, and often seems terrified of large gatherings. He tries to avoid other people, but when found in situations where it's unavoidable, he takes immense care of those with him and overreacts to any negative occurrence, as if trying to prevent something from the past from happening again. He generally fights with his Frost-Tipped Halberd, but he's also been known to use an Ice Buzz-Shield and a Blizzard WarBlade in its stead. He rides on a Rocket-Powered Sled to traverse the treacherous Region of Ice, and rumor has it he has a pet, though no one can confirm this. I kinda felt bad for making a completely new Self-MoC, so I felt that Chath deserved a Gen2 reboot. His character is barely altered, though I am making him much more quiet. As for his actual physical build, I'm not too happy with it. He just has a remade Protector of Fire build and extended limbs, and I'm not too happy with the silver 4-length shells on his torso, but otherwise he's fair enough. Front Side Back Weapon Detail Alternate Weapon Rocket-Powered Sled Rocket-Powered Sled Front Rocket-Powered Sled Side Rocket-Powered Sled Back Rocket-Powered Sled Manned P-RS M Front {Avaemer} Avaemer is skittish. Paranoid, even. Though he means well, he's always terrified that a fight is nearby, and therefore always wears lots of extra armour. He tinkers with weapons and machinery constantly, trying to make the best offensive creations he can. He is accustomed to never going anywhere alone, because "you never know when you might need backup". Though high-strung, he is an incredible fighter and can hold more than his own in a fight. He generally wields two basic Flare Blades or his Double Slicer, a weapon of his own invention. If ever alone, he rides out on his Jet Rod to add to his fire power. I wanted Avaemer's character to deviate from the "easy to enrage" and "always ready for a fight" fire characters, so I instead made him constantly over-prepared. He reminds me of a veteran back from battle, someone who knows the fight's over but he can't escape his instincts. MoC-wise, he's the first OC to have a custom shoulder set up. My only wish is that I could've used less gold, but I could only use what I had. I also used the... bone extender pieces to bulk up his forearms a bit, just looked nice to me. Front Side Back Alternate Weapon Jet Rod Jet Rod Front Jet Rod Side Jet Rod Manned JRM Front JRM Side {Staida} Staida is young and reckless. She doesn't mean to be, but she's known for getting herself into trouble. She's more than capable of getting herself out of it, but it's reached the point where the Protector of Water tries to keep her within the village when she can, though Staida always finds her way out. She makes mistakes, but takes the full blame for them, and always finds a way to right her wrongs, to whatever extent. In battle, she carries her Curved Water Spear, or more rarely her two Serrated ArmBlades. She can often be seen sailing on her Fishing Boat, though she's added a small canon to the bow of the ship. Not much to say on Staida's character, really just reminds me of Takua and Macku. Build-wise, I gave her a slightly thinner custom shoulder set, and just added some blue shells of varying sizes. I'm really glad of how her colours turned out. I also really like her boat. Front Side Back Alternate Weapons Fishing Boat Fishing Boat Front Fishing Boat Side Fishing Boat Angle Fishing Boat Manned FBM Detail 1 FBM Detail 2 {Henso} Henso is not someone you want on your bad side. She deeply cares for all life, but once you endanger something she will attack you without mercy. She swings and glides throughout the Region of Jungle stopping villagers of all kinds from hurting the wildlife. Even in instances when villagers are attacked without provoking the attacker, she will often scold the villager to be more careful. She swings into battle with Wind-Bred Axe or with her Chain Whip, and soars through the air on her Jungle Glider, armed with an aerial gun. I've always felt that a Air or Plantlife Toa would not be the kind of person you'd want to get into a fight with, mainly because those two elements are so deeply tied with nature that they have a lot to protect. So, I made Henso the living embodiment of Wildlife Protection. She knows how to tame any beast and how to attack anyone. Her construction wasn't all that difficult, either. She has her own shoulder construction, and other than a bit of work getting some printing off of the dark green 5-length armor shell on her torso and finding some lime green shells, she was a relative breeze. Front Side Back Alternate Weapon Jungle Glider Jungle Glider Top Jungle Glider Bottom Jungle Glider Manned JGM Front JGM Bottom {Peska} Peska is seemingly always upset. She hates the desert, she hates the sand, and she hates the heat. Any chance she gets to travel, she takes, just so she doesn't have to deal with all the blasted sand. When out of her element, she's actually very happy to be around and playful. She and Falyx get along swimmingly, telling jokes to each other, but once she's back in the Region of Stone that all changes. She really hates the sand. The only good thing about her Region are all the large stones that protrude out of the desert, creating amazing plateaus and deep ravines, but even those tend to have their fair share of sand. She carries two Sharpened Boomerangs into battle, or her two Energized Shortswords once those are gone. To get around, she uses her Sand Drifter, kicking up a condensed sandstorm wherever she goes. I've always kinda wondered what would happen if a Toa or Matoran wasn't a huge fan of their element, and that bled into Peska's character. I wanted her to be a lot like the original Pohatu, but only under certain conditions. Her construction, however, was probably the hardest. She had the most alterations, at least. Her back and shoulders, while custom, aren't my favourite thing in the world, and I wish I didn't have to use any of the gold, but I was itching for pieces. Fully realized, however, I think she pulls it all off. Front Side Back Alternate Weapons Sand Drifter Sand Drifter Front Sand Drifter Side Sand Drifter Manned SDM Front SDM Side Deeply sorry for the length of this topic! Any thoughts and criticisms are more than welcome! (though odds I've already thought of the criticisms that you may have)
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A short story I wrote about the Master's fight with the Lord of Skull Spiders. Pretty awful, as this is literally the first fictional text I have ever written. As such, any criticism is appreciated. Indentations didn't work because of Google Docs and the forum code. "LIBERATION FRAY" Gali had no hope left inside of her. To her left, her trident lay broken in two halves. To her right, her brother Pohatu, the Master of Stone, was on his knees, gasping for breath. The armor on his leg was shattered, and a thick webbing entombed his left arm. Gali turned her head upwards. Ahead of her, at the end of a stone bridge, Onua tried to keep the monster at bay. His two silver claws met with each of the front legs of the Lord of Skull Spiders. Those legs hid the eight ruby eyes of the creature from view, along with it’s four massive fangs - and the Golden Mask of Skull Spiders in between them. She turned her head downward again, bringing the three remaining Masters into view. Kopaka lumbered towards Onua, stumbling at almost every step. Tahu leaned against the pillar nearest Gali, his golden blades held loosely by his limp arms. Lewa hovered next to Tahu, attempting to bring the Master of Fire to his senses again. I’m sure I’ve had worse days, she thought, but none come to mind... “Sister!” Pohatu barked, “we can’t give up on our brothers yet!” The Master of Stone rose, slowly, to his feet, and summoned all of his might to pull the webbing off of his arm. Gali gave him a quick nod and pulled herself upwards, grabbing the top piece of her trident as she did. She took two long, stumbling strides forward. When she had regained her footing, Gali burst into a sprint towards Onua. ~ The Master of Earth had held his own for as long as he could, although he could feel his power waning. Onua’s claws tore at the Lord of Skull Spiders’ massive form again and again, but the beast countered every blow with it’s armored legs. Onua knew he could not keep his opponent away from his allies much longer. This aggravated the Master of Earth to no imaginable end. Onua’s anger built up inside him until he could not take it any longer. In one last move, he forced his claws into the stone of the island he stood on, and his mask began to glow dimly. The duelists were situated between eight massive pillars, all very tall and unbelievably heavy. On Onua’s command, the eight of them began to quake and crumble. After only a few seconds, each pillar burst violently, sending hundreds of rock shards at the Lord of Skull Spiders. Onua felt like the entire move took hours. Again and again, the massive chunks of earth pounded the creature’s black armor, and it hissed helplessly with each impact. In reality, the dust settled quickly. The Lord of Skull Spiders moaned in pain for a short moment, but his armor had stayed completely intact. “It… barely scratched this thi-” Before he even had a chance to speak, Onua was back where he had begun, wasting all of his energy to keep his grotesque enemy at bay. ~ Pohatu was rarely impressed. Gali was perhaps the only of his teammates who had earned his admiration. The Master of Stone was right behind his sister, darting towards Onua and the Lord of Skull Spiders. As they approached, Pohatu gathered a long tendril of sand, which danced in the wind behind his right arm. “Onua, watch out!” Pohatu shouted, as he and Gali arrived on the island. Pohatu and the Master of Water jumped high into the air above Onua, and Pohatu forced all the sand at his command into his enemy’s eyes. As soon as he did, Gali made her move. She twirled her staff high above her head, before letting herself fall onto the Lord’s head. Pohatu watched as the creature threw itself backwards as quickly as it could, and heard it’s deafening shriek as it hurled Gali back towards the ground. At the edge of the island, the monster writhed in pain. Gali had pierced it’s skull with her staff, and bright orange blood trickled from the wound. After a few seconds, it’s legs curled towards it’s body, and the Lord of Skull Spiders was still. The Golden Mask of Skull Spiders dropped from it’s limp mouth. The three Masters sighed in relief. “We… did it!” Onua declared gleefully. ~ Hovering low in front of Tahu was Lewa, the Master of Jungle. Tahu breathed heavily, then looked upwards to Lewa and said “Help me stand, brother.” Lewa reached out his hand, and pulled Tahu up when he did the same. “You’re certainly in no fighting condition, firespitter…” Lewa decided, although as he heard Onua, Pohatu, and Gali cheering, he realized that fact might be irrelevant. The Master of Jungle turned to face the island, and saw the body of the Lord of Skull Spiders curled against the remains of a stone pillar. He commanded the air around him to lift him higher, and he flew to examine the corpse. Lewa recognized the work of Gali’s spear on the beast’s head, before his eyes were pulled to the golden mask at his feet. The likeness of a Skull Spider unnerved him, but he knew that a simple mask posed no threat. When he picked the mask up, he was shocked at how cold it felt in his hands, and thought we could hear raspy whispers emanating from it’s surface. He was not given long to contemplate the mask before a powerful force collided with his chest, sending him tumbling off the side of the island. The mask was gone. As he caught himself on the wind, he could see black legs twisting and turning above him. Soaring high into the air, he saw a terrifying sight. The Lord of Skull Spiders still lived - and had reclaimed it’s golden mask. My, the fun never ends here on Okoto, Lewa joked to himself, as he raised his twin axes and released a gale-force wind at his enemy. ~ Golden light. Heat. Fire. Tahu could think of nothing else at that moment. His blades met with teeth, armor and spines over and over again. The Lord of Skull Spiders had proved itself, if nothing else, as an extremely tenacious opponent. Around Tahu, the other five Masters threw everything they could at the monster. Six golden masks glowed as the six combined elements tried futilely to bring their opponent down again. Two of the Lord’s six legs were wrapped in a thick shell of ice by Kopaka, although the enemy carried on as if it didn’t even notice. Tahu’s opponent forced it’s massive head into his with all it’s strength, tossing him backwards like he was a wet rag. As his roll slowed as he approached the island’s edge, he could see a new threat approaching. Far below their tiny battlefield, an army of new enemies encroached on Tahu and the other Masters. “Onua! Come quickly!” the Master of Fire demanded, as he drew his massive silver blades from his back. Onua was at his side in a moment. “Now, with me, brother,” Tahu said. Onua raised his hammer over the side of the island. The Skull Spiders were dangerously close, and Tahu frantically touched his swords to Onua’s weapon. Shards of rock began to burst out of the island’s side, and as Tahu channeled his elemental power down the Master of Earth’s hammer, the shards burst into molten lava. The Skull Spiders were enveloped entirely and incinerated. Tahu’s victory was short-lived. A second horde of Skull Spiders began climbing the wall more rapidly than the first, and Tahu and Onua could not keep holding them off - four Masters would not be enough to defeat their true enemy. ~ “Kopaka!” The Master of Ice could not place the origin of the call he heard. His shield was not doing well against the Lord’s massive legs. “Kopaka!” This time, Kopaka knew the voice came from Tahu. When the Master of Ice felt his enemy letting off for a moment, he turned to face his fiery brother, standing on the far ledge of the island. “Kopaka, a legion of Skull Spiders are on their way! You’ve got to get that mask!” The Golden Mask of Skull Spiders still sat securely in the Lord of Skull Spiders’ mouth. Kopaka had already noticed it’s subtle shimmer, but thought nothing of it at first - he was far too preoccupied with trying not to die. “Gali, occupy this beast for me!” “Consider it done!” The Master of Water leapt backwards away from the fray, then onto the Lord’s scaly abdomen. The creature hissed and growled angrily as it turned it’s eyes upward to find this new annoyance. As it did, Kopaka forced a gust of icy wind out of his spear. The spider’s mouth was frozen in place by this assault. The Lord of Skull Spiders began crying out, horrified by this new development. In one swift motion, Kopaka crushed the ice on the monster’s face, and carried it’s golden mask away with him. The mask went dim. On the edge of the island, Tahu had been throwing flare after flare at the Skull Spider army. Suddenly, however, they all stopped in their tracks - and dispersed. Tahu turned back to the Lord of Skull Spiders. Six assembled Toa circled the gruesome beast. In unison, the six Masters held a free hand out towards their opponent. Their masks glowed more brightly than they ever had before, as beams of elemental energy emanated from their palms. The Lord of Skull Spiders was wrapped in a bright white light, and shrieked and hissed for as long as it could. When the light faded, the Masters could see the crystal shell their powers had formed - their enemy’s eternal prison. “We… have defeated Makuta’s first dark servant. For a short while, we have liberated Okoto,” Kopaka affirmed. “Makuta is dead,” Pohatu said dryly, “and this abomination does not serve him.”
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https://imgur.com/a/jHMsN#0 This is me, as an Okoto villager. basically uses styles from the protectors of Ice, Water, and Jungle, plus my own little flair. I recolored the Air Elemental Flame Bow, and designed my own pistol that connects to the little guy's left thigh. The Bow is the Protector of Jungle's bow, just recolored, so it functions the same way. The pistol fires by rotating the barrel. I did some slight reworking of the armor, as you can see in the "Vitruvian" pictures, and the arm construction is completely different from the Protector of Ice. I know it's not that impressive, but I always wanted to built myself as a matoran, but the Matoran builds were always either really impersonal, or just odd. Thus, I finally worked up the strength to take apart some of my protectors and just build this. Any criticism would be very welcomed, as this is just my second MOC on BZP.
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As per the norm, human style. So essentially, I realized after two months of seeing the Earth Protector, I realized he has a gatling gun/mini gun for a TORSO. That sounds amazing! Like, the guy is a total beast with something like that. So, couldn't help but draw this, where the Earth Protector begins to fend off the spiders while Onua claims his mask, shocked at the unbelievable ((but amazingly awesome)) reveal of the Protector's machine gun chest. The joke itself is a Reference to Jojo's Bizarre Adventure, as a popular meme from it is "GERMAN SCIENCE IS THE BEST IN THE WORLD!", and how a character in the show, Strohiem, is rebuilt as a cyborg and obtains a machine gun for a torso and fires it at the main villain.
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Front View Back View Leg Construct Torso Construct (Back) Sardrox's Laser Claws Sardrox's Warhammer Size comparison w/ Lazzix and LOSS! Size comparison w/ Tahu, Onua, and Kairyn! Brickshelf Gallery (when public) Theme Song (Power-Hungry Fool: Fire Emblem-Path of Radiance) It is unknown who Sardrox is, where he came from, or how he came under the employment of Makuta. What is known is that Makuta established a special link with Sardrox: If something went wrong and Makuta fell asleep, Sardrox would know, come to Okoto, and awaken him. After the Mask Hoarder used his Mask of Ultimate Power, he fell into an endless sleep. Just as planned, Sardrox knew, and came to Okoto in secrecy. For centuries he has been meticulously planning his master's awakening. Now, the Toa are on the island seeking the Masks of Power. It is unknown at this time how they will fall into his plans... Primary Colors: White, Lime Green Element: Unknown Favorite Environment: Deep in the secrecy of his lair, in the Ancient City Mask: Unknown Powers: Disguising, Short-Range Teleportation Weapons: Laser Claws and Warhammer Signature Moves: Slash of Secrecy and Jet Rush Key Traits: Cunning, Adamant, and Power-Hungry So, at long last, here he is: Sardrox,my Self-MOC: New and Improved for the Okotoverse! I've been working on him since about December, so I really hope you enjoy him! Feel free to leave any comments and criticism you may have! Thanks, and enjoy my birthday present to you guys!
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Falyx WARNING, images may be LARGE. Sorry, I didn't realize the properties of my camera until trying to post this. Also, sorry for the bad lighting, not really good with photography. Aaaand Pose! (^in case the picture is too large for BZP guidelines^) Front View Side View Back View Hammer Detail So, I knew right when I saw that purple was now in the mix again that I would fall in love with the Protector of Earth. Luckily, from buying all the new sets from lego, I racked up enough VIP points to get another Protector of Earth, and voila, Falyx was born. I was sorta disappointed with the limbs on the PoE, so I tried to extend Falyx's a bit more, and I felt like the Star Drill could be used better, and thus I created the Star Hammer. It spins, too, by turning the uh.. gear/knob/Glatorian health indicator on the back, but it has enough friction to stay in a fixed position if you wish. I also wanted to give Falyx some actual chest armor, so I took off the the new launcher (which is in another project of mine) and added on a length 5 black armor shell, and added that purple spy drone thing as some better armor. I used all 7 extra studs to cover up some open holes, mainly those on his feet and those inside his torso from his broadened shoulders. Other than a few extra shells and bones, though, he isn't too much different. I wanted to stick with the broader shoulders the PoE had, so I stuck with it. My only complaint is that the opaque purple and transparent purple are a bit different but hey, it's all purple to me. I plan on making an updated Chath once I get another Protector of Ice, if I can, so Falyx is not the last Protector OC you'll see from me. Protector OC you'll see from me... nice flow.
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Foreword Dear reader, Outcasts of Okoto is a story set in the canon G2 Universe (at least at first) which will be told through many mediums, such as a fan-fiction, comic book, and animated shorts. The story-line is developed by me and my two partners, while I handle the actual writing. The fan-fiction's chapters will be posted on this thread for you all to enjoy, and updates with links to the comic books and shorts will be posted here as well. Without further ado, sit back, and enjoy the multi-media experience that is Outcasts of Okoto... From Maks Dudek, head writer of Outcasts of Okoto Prologue On the mythical island of Okoto, villagers lived in harmony. The two brother mask makers, Ekimu and Makuta, provided the inhabitants with sacred Masks of Power. Makuta grew jealous of the constant praise Ekimu received from the villagers, and forged a plan to settle the score. Defying the sacred law of a mask only having one element, Makuta created the Mask of Ultimate Power, the most powerful in existence. When Makuta put on the mask, he was corrupted by it. It was up to Ekimu to stop his brother, or else Okoto would be no more. Ekimu slung his hammer at Makuta, knocking the mask off his face. However, the impact caused a shock wave, and Ekimu was left in the crater that resulted. Ekimu's Mask of Creation, Makuta's Mask of Control, and the Mask of Ultimate Power were scattered all over the island. The leaders of Okoto's six tribes, known as the Protectors, found Ekimu's body in a deep sleep. They laid Ekimu to rest in a tomb, honouring the great mask maker. Years later, Skull Spiders appeared on Okoto, terrorizing the island's inhabitants. A few villagers wish to find another island to escape the Skull Spiders, but the Protectors stand firm in their belief that six Toa will come to save them. The villagers who wish to leave would rather take action than rely on fate. However, they do not want to depart unless they are sure of other lands being habitable. Jalokim and Nahrakk are two such villagers. Jalokim is a villager of the fire tribe, located in the volcanic region of fire. Nahrakk is a villager of the Jungle tribe, which is located in Okoto's dense forests of the jungle region. The two plan to explore the ocean beyond Okoto, searching for other habitable lands, hoping to save their people from the Skull Spiders. ....Little do they know, their lives as villagers are about to end. Chapter One Jalokim woke with a start in his bed. He had quite a strange dream. In it, he saw a gold mask in a locked chamber. The mask had a peculiar design, as it had what looked like a... robot of some sort with its legs on the mask's “mouth”, the arms along its eyes, and the robot's head on the forehead. He saw a portal open in front of the mask. The mask began to glow, and three energy bolts flew out from it and into the portal. Jalokim followed the energy bolts, until another portal opened on the other side. As he and the energy bolts flew out of the other end, he saw an island with dense jungles. Each energy bolt split up, and Jalokim saw that they struck three different Masks of Power. Each mask crackled with electricity, then settled. That was all Jalokim saw before he woke up. I wonder what that was? Some sort of premonition maybe?, Jalokim thought to himself. After pondering it for a few minutes, he decided to dismiss it as just another wild dream brought on by eating before bed. Or from stress. Whatever it was, he planned to avoid it in the future if he could. Avoid stress, yeah right. Not with those Skull Spiders around. Jalokim had a stressful life even before the Skull Spiders entered it. The villager suffered from a mental illness which caused him to hear voices and hallucinate, as well as experience other kinds of delusional episodes. Unfortunately, mental illness ran in the family. It traced all the way back to an ancient ancestor who lived back in the days when the villagers and the mask makers were new to Okoto entirely. Jalokim was not this villager's original name. In fact, the name belonged to the very same relative which the line of mental illness originated from. Jalokim the First was infamous in history, being responsible for many deeds involving the deaths of villagers. Jalokim I was not alone however, he worked with a rogue warrior whose name was forgotten to time. Jalokim the Second chose the name to bring honour to it. He would never make the same mistakes his ancestor did, and Okoto needed a Jalokim which would bring good, not evil. The villager decided to get ready for the day. He made a list in his head of what he had to do. Not too much, by a regular villager's standards, but Jalokim's plans for the future required him to prepare, and preparation took up a lot of the villager's time. So, rather than doing chores all day, Jalokim would be planning his trip with his friend Nahrakk. Nahrakk would be lost without me, that villager rarely seems to think with his head. He relies too much on his emotions to make decisions, Jalokim thought to himself. The villager stepped out of his hut into the centre of the Fire Tribe. The only thing that kept most of the villagers from fleeing Okoto was the belief that the six Toa would one day arrive. Jalokim never liked to just rely on hope, he needed a more... solid solution to his problems. That was precisely why he and Nahrakk had thought of the idea to explore the ocean beyond Okoto for other, safer lands. Well, it was mostly Jalokim's idea, but that was besides the point. Hmm... There doesn't seem to be much more I can do here in the village... Might as well head over to the Jungle region to find Nahrakk. Jalokim almost just up and left the village before remembering he forgot to bring his blade. He would need that in case he ran into any Skull Spiders. Jalokim could be a little scatter-brained at times. The villager went back to his hut to retrieve his blade. It was quite rare for a islander to have a weapon of their own, most of the time they just ran away from the Skull Spiders. However, the original Jalokim was a master swordsman, and this Jalokim thought it logical to be able to defend himself with those pesky mind controlling bugs around. The blade was relatively simple, as the villager had to forge it himself, but it was sturdy and able to get the job done. It was a little longer than the length of his arm, and was thin. The curved handle made it easier to parry attacks, and also made it ideal for stabbing. This type of blade would be called a Foil. Jalokim, once again, made his way to the village exit. At least, until he remembered that he would need to sneak out in order to avoid questions from the village guards and the Protector of Fire. This would involve taking some secret underground tunnels that an old Earth Tribe friend helped make back when the exodus plan was in early stages of development. They led to the neighbouring regions around the Fire Region, but sadly, this Earth Villager met his fate with the skull spiders before he could finish the tunnels to other regions. Jalokim began his walk over to the secret tunnel entrance, until he remembered he needed food and water for the journey, which of course, he forgot to pack. Ughh... back to my hut... again... * * * It took Jalokim till the end of the day to reach the tunnel exit in the Jungle Region. Since it was dark, he decided to set up camp until morning. When he woke up at dawn, he continued on his journey to Nahrakk's village. The islander was halfway to the Jungle Tribe village, but then he started seeing things out of the corner of his eyes in the trees. At first he dismissed them as hallucinations, but then he thought about how risky it was to ignore such things, especially since he was in the Jungle Region. The area was littered with dangerous beasts, not to mention skull spiders. Caution was paramount... As soon as Jalokim started to turn around, there were flashes of green. He was knocked flat on his back and he dropped his foil. Even his mask was knocked askew. Due to his condition, Jalokim's reflexes weren't always the most reliable. The villager fixed his mask and looked at his attackers, all the while picking up his foil and getting in a ready position, but then he took a good look. Jalokim sighed and relaxed. The two villagers clad in green armour in front of Jalokim were trying to suppress laughter. The fire tribe villager only recognized one of them, who of course was Nahrakk, the very being he was looking for. The other he had never met... or maybe he had? Villagers had the annoying habit of wearing the exact same mask, so it was difficult to recognize someone by their face alone. Jalokim decided to make himself more unique by adding black stripes to his mask. Others thought of the addition as defacing the work of Ekimu and blah blah blah. Jalokim needed efficiency and style. “So Nahrakk, are you going to introduce me to your friend at all?” “Oh hi there Jalokim, why yes I'm doing quite lovely today, thank you for asking.”, Nahrakk replied with a smirk. Jalokim gave Nahrakk a glare. Nahrakk decided to comply and introduced his ally as a friend from the Jungle Tribe known as Makani. Nahrakk explained that he told the newcomer about their plan, and his fellow villager was interested. He thought it best that Makani would tag along for the voyage. The Fire Tribe villager sighed again. It was already too late to send Makani back, as he would probably tell the Protector of Jungle of the expedition if denied a slice of the glory. And we can't have that now can't we? I suppose this 'Makani' could be useful... “Very well then Makani, welcome aboard. Any questions? Good. Let's go.” “Uhm, where exactly do we go sir?”, Makani asked nervously. Jalokim put his palm to his mask. Ekimu give me strength... “Well, mindless villager, we are off to the Jungle Region's shore, where Nahrakk has the boat we built earlier hidden. Near the boat, I have placed rations. As there is no real guarantee we will find anything out there, sustenance will be quite useful, to say the least.” Jalokim said the next part slowly so Makani could keep up. “Do.... you.... understand?” Makani nodded. That was all. A simple nod. Typical. Jalokim turned to Nahrakk. “If we're ever in a situation where one of our crew must be sacrificed, I volunteer Makani. After all, we need your strength, and I'm the one who's in charge so...” “Jalokim, what's your problem with the other villagers on this island anyway? Besides, y'know, the fact that they blindly follow someone rather than take action.” “Well Nahrakk, I dislike how most villagers are the same. No creativity these days. They all wear their armour in similar fashions, all wear the same masks, it's absolutely dreadful! The way to truly honour our great Mask Makers of old is to create, just like they did! We disrespect them by not creating better things in this world. I wear black and red for a reason, after all. The black represents how well darkness goes with anything, and the red represents my hatr-” “Whoa whoa whoa Jalokim! Relax! Don't scare poor old Makani here, he can be a bit fragile.” Jalokim decided to cut the banter there. He ordered the group to start the trek over to the Jungle Region shore. The sooner they left Okoto the better, time was precious. Who knew how much longer the population of Okoto would survive? Or..... what if the fabled Toa dideventually arrive? What if they were on their way at this very moment and Jalokim and his group were wasting their time? Or what if.... that didn't even matter? What if Jalokim was looking for an excuse to escape from the society he knew? No matter, if we do indeed discover something, then that is an achievement in and of itself! We would go down in history! That would prove to them all that I, Jalokim, the so called “lunatic of the Fire Region” is indeed superior after all..... * * * Nahrakk walked alongside his partner, Jalokim, and the new recruit, Makani. As the trio made their way to the Jungle region's shores, Nahrakk's mind drifted. He thought about his life so far in the Jungle village. From what he heard, it was easier than Jalokim's, but that didn't mean it was perfect. Besides having to deal with Skull Spiders, Nahrakk wasn't generally accepted by his peers. Being a minority could be tough that way. He was basically the only islander in the Jungle region to seriously doubt that the Toa would arrive in time, if they even existed to begin with. Realistically, Ekimu was delusional, after all, hadn't he just been pounded into a crater? It just made no sense to him how the Islanders of Okoto could take the prophecy of heroes seriously. As such, Nahrakk's opinionated and stubborn nature didn't bode well with those around him, and resulted in them trying to avoid the villager and letting him look through his telescope, the very telescope he thought would prove the Toa wouldn't arrive. One day, the Jungle villager was feeling adventurous and decided to travel around Okoto. He was confident he could handle himself against a few Skull Spiders, as he had his trusty daggers and his natural strength. As he went deeper and deeper into the jungle, he came across the opening of a cave. What was even more peculiar was that there were two villagers at the cave opening. It was Jalokim and an Earth villager. Nahrakk inquired what the pair was doing at a cave opening, and discovered that the cave was a tunnel meant to make travel across regions quicker. Eventually Nahrakk learned that the other two villagers shared similar views with him, and thus they formed an alliance. Over the next few months the three planned an expedition for other land. Sadly however, the Earth villager became possessed by a skull spider, and out of self defence, Jalokim may have had to... skewer him with his foil. It was a tragic day indeed. Nahrakk snapped back to reality. He started to hear the sound of tiny claws scraping against stone and wood. It was a sound every villager dreaded... The sound of Skull Spiders crawling. Chapter Two Nahrakk and Jalokim ran as fast as they could towards the Jungle region shoreline. A few moments ago, Nahrakk had heard the sound of Skull Spiders sneaking up on them. What happened next was absolutely terrible. Blue Skull Spiders jumped out of the shadows and took Makani by surprise, tearing off his mask and possessing him. Soon, more of the Skull Spiders were revealing themselves, and Jalokim gave the order to Nahrakk that the most logical thing to do was to flee. This was bringing back painful memories for Nahrakk. This was awfully similar to how their Earth Tribe friend had fallen. Hopefully Jalokim wouldn't have to use his foil again. The Skull-possessed Makani was slowly gaining on the pair. Nahrakk thought of how they would be able to lose both Makani and the dozen Skull Spiders. Then he remembered that there were a plethora of vines in the jungle. The islander squinted and saw the cliff coming up. Who knew that running towards a cliff would bring such a feeling of safety? “Jalokim! Cliff! You thinking what I'm thinking?” Jalokim looked ahead, saw the vines over the chasm, and smirked. “Only thing that would be missing is the music.” Jalokim replied. The pair ran full speed towards the cliff edge. As they reached it, they jumped and grabbed the vines hanging over the chasm. The two villagers swung through the empty air, hanging on for their lives. Nahrakk looked behind him to see all the Skull Spiders fall off the cliff as the possessed Makani grabbed a vine and swung after him and Jalokim. Uh oh. “Um, Jalokim? We have a bit of a problem behind us!” Jalokim looked back. As he saw who was still pursuing him and his partner, he grimaced behind his mask. This would mean his foil would be seeing some action quite soon. Jalokim and Nahrakk reached the other side of the chasm. The villager of fire unsheathed his foil as Nahrakk stood behind him. Jalokim got into his battle stance as the Skull-possessed Makani got closer. As soon as Makani was in the range of Jalokim's blade, the villager of fire swung at the vine Makani was hanging onto. The vine was sliced clean, and Makani plummeted to his death. Nahrakk stared at his partner. Jalokim caught his eye and sighed. “At least I didn't have to get my blade dirty eh?” Nahrakk just shook his head. Jalokim's type of humour wasn't always appropriate. “I know what you're thinking Nahrakk, but hey, it's most important to lighten the mood at times like this. Good for morale y'know?” “Maybe for the lunatic of the Fire Region, but not for the rest of us.” Nahrakk rebutted. Jalokim frowned. He did not like being called that in a negative light. Who would, besides an actual lunatic? “Well at least I'm not as bad as the original Jalokim! I have done nothing but improve his name.” Jalokim said with pride. “And how can you prove that? Judging by what your ancestor allegedly did, all of the Protectors would know about him, yet the Protector of Jungle can't seem to recall the name 'Jalokim the First'.” Jalokim scowled behind his mask. This was going to get ugly really quickly. “It isn't wise to anger a madman with a blade Nahrakk... How about you do yourself a favour, and shut up.” “I was just giving my opin-” “Do you think I care about your opinion right now?” Jalokim interrupted by bringing the tip of his foil dangerously close to Nahrakk's eye. “You don't want another scar on that mask, now do you?” Jalokim threatened. Nahrakk swallowed. It could be easy to forget that Jalokim was a bit off his rocker, which made him just a bit dangerous when upset. “... I'll take that silence as a no. Now then, we really must be on our way, we're burning daylight!” Jalokim started walking at a brisk pace towards the Jungle region shoreline, with Nahrakk hesitantly following. Shouldn't be long now, new land, here I come! Jalokim thought to himself. * * * The pair arrived at the shoreline, marvelling at the boat Nahrakk hid earlier. It was large enough to fit about four villagers. It used a red and black sail in order to float across the sea surrounding Okoto. The word 'Exodus' was carved into it's side, giving it it's name. The two villagers got themselves prepared for the trip. They pushed the boat into the water, and quickly climbed in. The sail caught the wind, and they began to travel at a steady pace. The journey had begun. Jalokim marvelled at the fact that they had set sail. It was magnificent, finally escaping the island, and all it's islanders. Freedom at last! Nahrakk sat in the Exodus, watching Jalokim look out to the horizon. Neither had realized how quick the day had passed. The night sky blanketed them, the stars providing a beautiful map of the cosmos. The other planets in Okoto's solar system shone brightly, providing light for the journey. It really was a beautiful sight. Nahrakk's eyes slowly drooped, and he fell asleep, exhausted from the day's events. As Nahrakk, slept, Jalokim looked into the waters. Something was amiss, but he couldn't quite place his finger on it. Then he remembered his odd dream. What if that island was the land he and Nahrakk would find? And what about those peculiar masks of power? Would they be able to help save Okoto from the Skull Spiders? Only the Mask Makers would have known. Jalokim was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't notice that the water around them was starting to churn, swirling into where he and his partner would make the discovery of a lifetime... Times were going to change... but whether it was for better or for worse, no-one could be certain. * * * Jalokim was taken by surprise as the Exodus violently rocked. He lost his footing and landed on top of Nahrakk, waking up his partner. Before Nahrakk could even ask what was going on, the boat rocked again. This time, it was enough to turn the Exodus on its side, plunging the two underwater. Jalokim and Nahrakk frantically swam to the surface, gasping for air. No no NO! This can't be happening! There is no way that this is how it ends! Jalokim thought to himself. The two Okoto Villagers tried in vain to escape the current. Jalokim took a look at what they had gotten themselves into. The pair was caught in a vortex, and they watched as the Exodus was swallowed up by the massive whirlpool. There went all their hopes and dreams. Jalokim closed his eyes and braced for the release of death. He could hear Nahrakk cursing at the winds, but soon his cries ceased... and slowly, everything else went quiet. Soon, there was nothing but darkness and silence... * * * Jalokim was surprised to still be able to feel his fingers, though he was even more surprised by the fact that he was still alive. He was blinded by the light as he opened his eyes, but soon they adjusted. He was on a tropical beach. Not far to his right the Exodus lay ruined. Nahrakk was nowhere to be found, but Jalokim noticed footprints leading into the dense jungle behind him. Looks like we were successful after all... but I do wish Nahrakk waited for me to regain consciousness. Oh well, better go find him. Jalokim got up, his body aching, and looked for his foil. After searching for some time, he located it. However, he was disappointed to see the blade had been snapped off, and presumably lost in the sea. All he was left with was the hilt. Still, he carried the hilt with him, just in case he could find some use for it. With that, Jalokim made his way into the strange land's forest. The villager had been walking for about fifteen minutes until he sensed something... wait, not just one thing, but two things! Jalokim turned around, hearing heavy footsteps. His heart pounded, scared that he wouldn't be able to defend himself at whatever creature was coming towards him. The fire villager froze, not knowing what to do. What came through the brush took Jalokim by surprise. It was a tall being, clad in green and silver armour. He wore a mask with a layered design, and had a scar along it's left eye. The mask looked familiar... a lot like one of the masks he saw in his dream! The tall green being seemed to recognize Jalokim, giving a smile behind his mask. That smile reminded Jalokim a lot of the way Nahrakk smiled... wait... could it be? “Nahrakk? Is that you?” “You know it!” Nahrakk said with a smirk. Jalokim was speechless. This couldn't be the same Nahrakk he had set sail with... unless that mask had something to do with this rather useful growth spurt his partner had. “Tell me Nahrakk, did you find a mask in this jungle, put it on, and then WHAM, you become this stronger version of yourself? I mean, you're taller than me now, that isn't fair.” “You got that about right. When I woke up on the beach, I started getting this weird feeling, like something in the jungle was calling out to me. So, I got up, and went to where that feeling led me. I found the Mask floating just above the ground at eye level. I put on the mask, and I became, well, this. Say, don't you think I look a bit like what the Toa were supposed to look like?” Jalokim cracked a smile. “Well, I don't know of any other beings in legend who are tall, powerful, and wear a mask. Say, what sort of elemental power do you have? Considering you seem to be a Toa, I would think you'd have some sort of ability.” Nahrakk nodded and said “My elemental power is rather strange, not any type I heard of a Toa wielding. I seem to have elemental control over acid, I tested this by dissolving a boulder. Pretty powerful stuff.” “Interesting. Well Nahrakk, I have to say I've also been sensing something in this jungle. Probably another mask. Shall we be on our way to retrieve it?” Nahrakk nodded. “Seems unfair that I would be the only one to get this height boost. After all, I know you like to be the taller one.” Jalokim focused, letting his instincts guide him. His senses told him his mask wasn't too far from where they stood. Jalokim nodded at his partner, and the two walked in the direction of where his new powers lied. Jalokim and Nahrakk eventually walked into a small clearing, and there they found a red mask with black streaks floating at Jalokim's eye level. It looked somewhat noble, with a trapezoid shaped mouth-piece, and two horizontal slashes across each cheek. The villager of fire walked over to his mask and claimed his prize. He removed his current mask, and carefully placed the new one over his face. He felt a surge of energy as his body transformed. Each part of his body grew, and his armour changed shape. When the transformation was complete, Jalokim looked at himself. He wore black and red armour, with silver shin guards and shoulder pads. He took a loot at the hilt of his broken foil, and was amazed to find out that was transformed as well! It was now a strange device, which covered his entire hand. It had a dark, rocky design. He felt a trigger, and as he pulled it, flames spewed from the tip of the hilt, and a flame styled blade formed. Wow, now this is something I can get used to! Nahrakk stood, also impressed by what Jalokim had resulted with. “Very cool, or should I say hot. Let's have a little test of your new elemental power, hm?” Jalokim focused his willpower. He called forth his elemental energies, and pointed his blade at the ground in front of him. The blade crackled with elemental power, and it's energies shot forth. When it hit the ground, a pool of lava formed. “Looks like I'm the Toa of Magma Nahrakk. Pretty unique element, never heard of a Toa having that power. But I suppose it makes sense, considering you have Acid.” “Mmhmm. Well, getting these new powers is all fine and dandy, but what do we do now? The Exodus is destroyed, and we have no way of getting back to Okoto. I mean, hurray we found land and all, but it doesn't mean much if we can't bring the Islanders over here.” Jalokim thought about this. His partner was right, but that doesn't mean their discovery wasn't valuable. There could be many undiscovered artifacts here, like more masks perhaps. Or maybe the ruins of an ancient civilization? Who knew, but Jalokim intended to find out. “Hmm... Well, does it really matter that much? I'm sure we can build another boat from the resources on this land. We're just going to have to explore, and hey, maybe we'll find something really life changing? Something that can better the lives for everyone back home, now wouldn't that be something?” Nahrakk considered Jalokim's words. “You know what, I think you're right. We can definitely benefit from a little exploration, besides, we should have the power to be able to fend off anything dangerous, right?” “Precisely Nahrakk, together, we shall go down in the history of Okoto for being the great saviours! Now let's get started...” Jalokim walked further into the forest, gesturing for his partner to follow. Nahrakk joined his friend, and together they continued to explore this new land. They were about to make many discoveries, oh yes... Chapter Two 1/2 Jalokim, the novice Toa of Magma, sat in the small camp he and Nahrakk set up when they arrived on this strange island. The sky was dark, oddly darker than Okoto's sky had been. There was an absence of planets, but instead just a bunch of stars and a red moon. It was obvious they were very far away from home, but Jalokim didn't care. It gave him a sense of freedom, instead of fear. The Toa of Magma absolutely hated home. While the landscape was very beautiful, it was ruined by the Islanders he was forced to tolerate. If the original Jalokim was anything like him, he could understand why he became a criminal. Not just a regular criminal, but a murderer.
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Front View Action Pose Pic's a bit blurry, but his back construct is the same as the Protector of Fire. Size comparison with Tahu and Sardrox! "What is thy bidding, my master?' Bricklink gallery (when public) When Sardrox landed on Okoto centuries ago and began working out his master plan to reawaken his master, Makuta, he realized that there were certain things a being of his size and importance could not risk doing. He needed a smaller being to do things he could not. Sardrox kidnapped the chief elder of the Region of Fire at the time and forced him under his will. He's been serving his master diligently ever since. Now that the Toa are on the island, Lazzix may see a very large role in his master's plan... Primary Color: Black (Red prior to kidnapping) Element: None (Fire prior to kidnapping) Favorite Environment: Ancient City (Region of Fire's Volcanoes prior to kidnapping) Mask: Corrupted Mask of Fire Powers: Fire Resistance and Wisdom Primary Weapons: Dual Fire Scythes Signature Moves: Double Slash and Shotgun Key Traits: Wise, Noble, Loyal I hope you enjoy (and I hope this isn't completely engulfed in BBC #69 entries like Kairyn). C&C is greatly appreciated! Only 10 days until Sardrox returns, but you can first see him here, so tell me what you think about him too!
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Okoto has many a wide variety of wildlife, some new and some familiar to a well traveled visitor. Here are two of them, predator and prey, the Okotoan Energy Hound, and the Okoto Rocket bird. The Okotoan Energy Hound(s) Flickr Album The Okoto version of the Energy hound is amphibious, with males having more pronounced gills. Some have been trained by the villagers to help with hunting. Most wild Hounds enjoy the thrill of the hunt and often go after elusive prey such as the Okoto Rocket bird. Okoto Rocket Bird: Flickr Album The Okoto Rocket bird is a species of supersonic flightless birds that often leave their would be predators in the dust. However, when cornered, their armored claws make formidable weapons. In order to be able to expend as much energy as they do, they must eat foods rich in energy, and thus mainly eat leaves from the fire bush, and ruby racers, a small snake found throughout the region of Okoto.
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So around last week I got a little stressed out from studying mid-terms so I decided to let off some steam and make a BBC#69 entry out of just the Gali and Tahu sets. It was a lot of fun, so I tore apart the rest of the sets I had on me and built a couple of random combiners. It was my first time building with CCBS so they turned out pretty basic. You can see the topic for my 2015 Trinuma moc here. Okoto Beast Built from Protectors of Earth and Jungle. I was inspired by Nescent's awesome Wildlife of Okoto topic and attempted to create something akin to a Rahi of the previous gen. Don't really have a backstory for it, but liked how it turned out. Gallery Skullion, Master of Skulls Built from Tahu, Gali and Lord of Skull Spiders. This one was fun to build. I wanted to make it look like the Lord of Skull Spiders was still living in Skullion's chest, so he has a bit of an action feature where it can "come to life", as seen below: The upper legs are connected to the back and a lever flips them up, allowing for a snapping motion (details in the gallery). It also allows for some varied armour designs. Even as a humanoid, the Lord of Skull Spiders continues to control his Skull Spider army. Gallery And as an added bonus, here's an old polaroid of my brother and I over 10 years ago with an original Matoran Kaita, a modified one, and a super omega Toa Kaita. -NotS
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Tagakau WARNING, images may be LARGE. Sorry, I didn't realize the properties of my camera until trying to post this. Also, sorry for the bad lighting, not really good with photography. Mythical Drake Front View Dorsal View Head/Mouth Detail Land Waddler Walking Front View Walking Dorsal View The Tagakau, literally the Free-Flowing Water Spirit, is a generally benevolent creature, but has dangerous destructive tendencies. While in the ocean they are as graceful as can be, they occasionally harm those who get too close with their blades by just swimming near the unintentionally. Despite this, they are fairly docile herbivores, who use their bottom teeth to tear up dense vegetation to eat. These creatures are also able to survive on land, but are much more clumsy and dangerous. Their small arms unfold as their main fins fold back, and their hind fins are used to walk, but they are very unsure on land, and generally only come to land when building a nest. They use their bladed forearms to cut down branches to form the nest by sharpening the branches and sticking them around a pile of sand, outward, which would potentially impale any who try to eat their young. When they hatch, the infant Tagakaus cut their way out of the nest, flop their way to the nearest body of water, and start eating any and all vegetation in sight. The symbols on the Tagakau's fins and down their back glow, and no one really quite knows their purpose, as they don't glow with emotion or to attract mates. I got the idea for the Tagakau by looking at a mythical Salamander, the fire ones with 9 limbs? I wanted to make a walking, swimming lizard creature, and so I came up with the basic design of the Tagakau without the arms. Sadly, to fill in the underbelly with armor, I had to use the remaining pieces I had, which then became the arms and blades. I prefer the Tagakau when swimming, as I assume it prefers to swim too, because it has nice little pose function. By using the tips of their blades and the bottom of their thick tail, you can set them up so it looks like they're swimming, which I thought was neat. The head isn't my best, nor are all the Hero Cores, but I wanted to fill in those Hero Chest Pieces, and justified it with the "odd glowing glyphs" trope. Overall, this isn't my favourite, but it CERTAINLY isn't my least favourite (and may it never see the light of day...)
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Sākeramua WARNING, images may be LARGE. Sorry, I didn't realize the properties of my camera until trying to post this. Also, sorry for the bad lighting, not really good with photography. Terrifying Chimaera Front View Side View Rear Dorsal View Front Dorsal View Head/Mouth Detail The Sākeramua, literally the Ravenous Shelled Tiger, is a terrifying enigma in the land of Okoto. Living mostly in the Regions of Ice and Stone, nothing about them seems normal. They have the head and torso of a tiger, a shell of a turtle, the hind legs of a goat, and a tail and unhingable jaw of a snake. Villagers of all Regions have learned to fear the Sākeramua, as they are some of the most deadly creatures on the island. They eat anything, they very rarely stop eating, and they will attack blades of grass for blowing the wrong way. Their spurs on their paws shred the poor creature even more than the claws would themselves, and its hind legs can deal massive blunt damage. The shell is near impervious, too, with the only known weakness being a well placed spear in the side, and even that seems to only enrage the creature more. Despite their vicious rage, they often group together in packs of 6-10, and one pack has been known to destroy all wildlife, even landscapes if they're desperate enough. If you ever see a Sākeramua, make sure it does not see you, or else you will never be seen again. This is a very interesting... thing. the jaw is so large because I had to find a way to connect the orange Onua claw without it forcing the sabertooth helmet off, and i don't really remember the justification of the shell. It just sorta happened. I was probably just trying to cover up the back but it got way too bulky. I wish I could redo the hind legs with better feet, but I don't have very many orange pieces and I was pretty pressed for pieces anyway. Overall, this guy was just fun to make, and I wanted to make this the most dangerous thing on the island, sorta like the Manas were on Mata-Nui.
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Nui-Hunamua WARNING, images may be LARGE. Sorry, I didn't realize the properties of my camera until trying to post this. Also, sorry for the bad lighting, not really good with photography. The Hunter (^in case the image is too large^) Front View Rear/Dorsal View Head/Mouth Detail The Nui-Hunamua, literally meaning the Great Hidden Tiger, is a seldom seen beast. Silent, camouflaged, and deadly when hungry or threatened, the Nui-Hunamua has been known to stalk its prey for days in the dense Region of the Jungle, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. Other than the occasional spotting by a villager in the jungle, not much is known about these creatures, and no one really knows how many are out there. They are frighteningly intelligent, outwitting several traps set by the villagers in an effort to study them better. The Nui-Hunamua is pretty basic. I knew I wanted to make another quadrupedal creature (accidentally said bipedal whoops), thought it'd be kinda neat to create a bull and a tiger in the same get go with similar dimensions. I know the head I'm using is TECHNICALLY a bear helmet, but it looks like a panther head okay? To be quite honest, the only part that I really like is the head. I feel like I did a much better job making this head than the Haktakane, though I like the Haktakane's body better. The way I set the Nui-Hunamua's back up though actually allows a Protector of Jungle to ride it (if they can ever catch one).
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FLOW LIKE WATER Gali was exhausted. Her legs ached from swimming all day—which she had been doing for weeks now, following a figure she hardly knew. Her guide called herself the “Protector of Water,” and Gali didn’t even know how much she could be trusted—but this mysterious character seemed to know who she was and why she was here, which was more than Gali herself had any recollection of. “Not much farther now,” chided the elder, slowing to allow Gali to catch up. The less athletic Protector was propelled through the water by two large turbines affixed to her armor—handy, thought Gali resentfully as she looked down at the flippers extending from her own aching legs. “I don’t know if I can swim much farther,” Gali called through the expanse of seawater that separated them. The elder figure tut-tutted reproachfully. “Pathetic,” she muttered, just loud enough for Gali to hear. “There’s a cave up ahead,” the Protector called back, indicating a rock outcropping rising from the seabed in the distance. “We can stop there for the night.” Gali let out a groan. In truth, the cave wasn’t far, but after swimming for more than eight hours non-stop, it seemed like a mile. Gali collected herself and pushed forward once more, following her guide for one final stretch. O O O O O O O O O O O The cave was small, and dark—but not so small that it couldn’t accommodate two occupants, and not so dark that Gali couldn’t see once she got inside. Bioluminescent seaweed grew from the cave floor, illuminating Gali and the Protector of Water from below with an eerie glow. “You’ll be happy to know that this is the last leg of our journey,” said the Protector, with a smirk. “Tomorrow we should arrive at the Seabed Sanctuary where the Golden Mask of Water was hidden.” “And then what?” asked Gali. They had been traveling for weeks now, and she no longer had any concept of distance. How far were they from the Okoto mainland? Gali didn’t even want to think about it. “You wear it,” retorted the Protector, as if the answer couldn’t be more obvious. “And then, just maybe, that’ll be enough to make a proper Toa out of you!” Gali knelt beside the Protector. Despite her guide’s abrasive personality, Gali knew that this wise elder held the only clues to her identity. “You called me that before, when you first found me,” said Gali gently, hoping to smooth things over with her grouchy companion. “What does that mean? Toa?” The Protector let out a long, rumbling groan. Clearly Gali had said entirely the wrong thing. “Toa!” cried the Protector exasperatedly. “Heroes! Six warriors from the heavens, destined to save our island from the evil that threatens our very existence!” Gali slumped against the cave wall. “I don’t feel like a hero,” she admitted despondently. “You don’t act much like one, either!” snapped the Protector. “And yet… you have already performed one great act of heroism,” the Protector recalled, her face briefly softening. “Clearly you have hidden depths even you were unaware of.” Gali stared pensively at the weapon she held—a slender harpoon with a golden tip. She had been holding it when she first arrived on the outskirts of the Village of Water, but she had no memories of where it had come from, or for that matter, where she had come from. She couldn’t recall anything from before her arrival on Okoto, not even her own identity. She slowly twirled the harpoon in front of her in a wide arc. No matter which angle she looked at it from, it seemed alien to her—yet when the Skull Spiders attacked shortly after she awakened in this foreign place, she had wielded it deftly, as if guided purely by instinct. “If we don’t reach the mask soon it might be the depth of us both” she muttered, after a long silence. She looked up at the Protector of Water, who looked back at her with a puzzled stare. “You know…” explained Gali, “depth… death…” The Protector’s eyes narrowed sharply, in a mixture of anger and shock.” “Sorry,” said Gali, feeling a bit flustered at her pun’s poor reception. “I thought I’d make a joke... you know… to lighten the mood.” She sighed and stared at the seabed beneath her feet. “I don’t know how you expect to lighten the mood with talk of death!” cried the Protector. It was clear that of all the wrong things Gali had said to her guide, this was the most wrong. The Protector of Water was actually quaking. It’s more than anger this time, observed Gali, worriedly. I must have struck a nerve. “I’m sorry!” exclaimed Gali, anxiously. She was worried that she might have done it this time—that her new companion would just leave her here with no idea who she was or who she was meant to be. But the Protector just staggered, collapsing to the floor of the cave. She was drawing breath from the water in a rapid and unsteady rhythm—like a particularly bad case of the hiccups. Or… tears? It was hard to tell when both of them were already submerged in the water. Gali hesitantly extended her arm toward the elder, who had never before seemed more frail. “I didn’t ask for this,” sobbed the Protector. “Defending a dying village from a swarm of monsters that never seems to stop growing. Trying to keep my people from turning against one another in their desperation.” She let out a loud honking sound and a dribble of mucus fell from behind her mask before being dissolved by the briny saltwater. “My father…he was the previous Protector of Water, and he was proud of it. Times weren’t great even then, but he was always a source of stability for us all—never faltering, always faithful. He kept our hopes up with tales of the Toa—legendary heroes, summoned by our ancestors, who would someday arrive to save us all! But before I knew it... he was gone, and I was left alone to figure out just how he managed!” The Protector gasped for breath again, then gulped down a mouthful saltwater in a vain effort to regain composure. Gali was struck by the vulnerability that her guide must have been hiding all this time—not just from her, but from the other villagers. Everyone. “And I tried. I tried my best. But it was so hard to keep hope alive even when you can’t hold onto your own.” The Protector sniffled and looked into Gali’s eyes with an almost haunted expression. “And then you showed up. And for a minute my hopes reignited. This was it, I thought. Father was right. Only to find out that—that you were just as clueless as I was! And now I’m wondering if it’s even worth it. If I should just throw away my blaster and leave my people in exchange for the cold embrace of a Skull Spider.” The elder continued to stare into Gali’s eyes. Gali realized she was looking for answers—and that this time, she couldn’t afford to give the wrong one. “I think…” Gali paused to find the right words. “I think… you and I… we’re actually the same. A Protector… a Toa… neither of us chose our roles.” The Protector’s whimpering began to die down, as she listened intently to what Gali had to say. “You’ve been forcing yourself to try to be your father for so long,” Gali continued. “But I don’t think that works. If you try so hard to force yourself into a role that doesn’t fit you… you’ll break.” “Exactly!” cried the Protector, bitterly. “So what is there for me? What am I supposed to do?” Gali knelt in front of the seated elder and placed a hand gently on her shoulder. “You have to adapt to your own role,” she said. “It’s like... water, poured into a jug. It adapts to the shape it’s meant to fill… it feels out the nooks and crannies and empty spaces, but in the end, it fits.” Gali paused to allow what she’d said to sink in. “Tell me,” she said, hesitantly, “Who do you think you’re meant to be?” The Protector started sniffling again, and Gali worried for a minute that she had said the wrong thing again. “I think…” the elder sputtered, “I think… I’m meant to be right here—“ She paused to catch her breath, which had grown much steadier than it had been moments ago. “—with you. My father... he was a great Protector, but I think we need a new kind of Protector now—a mentor to a new generation of heroes. And you know what?” The Protector of Water looked up at Gali again, but this time, on the edges of her mask, Gali could almost see the hint of a smile. “I think you’ve just proven that you’ll make a fine Toa.” Gali was a bit taken aback. “That… that was just a pep talk,” stammered Gali. “I don’t think that has anything to do with fighting evil.” “It has everything to do with fighting evil!” insisted the Protector. “Mind you, you’ve already demonstrated that you have what it takes to hold your own in battle. But the real battle—it doesn’t take place on a battlefield. It takes place in minds. Evil can have a way of clawing its way into the hearts of good people—anyone, even heroes or leaders—and replacing their hope with doubts and hatred.” The elder grinned and jabbed her finger into Gali’s breastplate. “And you just proved that you can cut to the core of that and remind those people what they’re fighting for. That’s the true measure of a hero!” Gali couldn’t help but grin herself. This was what she had needed. She might not have learned who she was or where she came from, but she had learned something equally important. Her purpose. “Alright, Toa Gali,” said the Protector, lying down against the wall of the cave. “We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow. Let’s get some shut-eye. “Shore thing!” Gali replied cheerfully, stretching out against the opposite wall. “Oh, and Gali… one more thing?” “Yes?” Gali replied. “Please, for the love of all that is good… no more jokes.” THE END Author's Notes I make no claims to being a good author or even a decent one. I've never done much more than dabble in fanfiction. But the discussions about the Bionicle 2015 story—what's good, what's bad, what we're hoping for in books—made me realize that it's probably better to give fanfic a shot BEFORE I have actual prose stories to live up to. So when inspiration struck, I took advantage of it and whipped this out over the course of a single afternoon. I think one of the most compelling things about the new story is how the Toa are still developing as characters. They're more than just archetypes—the new Toa are people, with their own strengths and weaknesses. The Toa's amnesia provides a perfect excuse for a deep exploration of that—and more broadly, about the struggle to both define and come to terms with one's own identity. The Protector of Water was a blank slate to work with as a character, and a lot of her characterization was developed as I was writing. Mostly, I was trying to create a character who was not Nokama—someone whose personality actively clashed with Gali's, rather than just generally being like an older, wiser version of the same character. I tried not to base her on any one character in particular, but intentionally or unintentionally, she ended up taking a lot of cues from Toph Beifong from Avatar: The Last Airbender or The Legend of Korra. It's entirely possible that the Protector of Water will get different characterization in later books or story media—but hey, I'm not going to complain about more canon characterization for the Protectors. Anyway, thoughts? Opinions? I hope that at the very least someone will enjoy what I've written, regardless of the story's overall quality.
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Full body shot Here the back armor is removed to show the shoulder construct. Holding his Flame Scythe. SHORYUKEN! Brickshelf Gallery (when public) Kairyn was part of another Toa team on Okoto a long time ago. He was a fierce warrior with his Flame Scythe who also had the ability to manipulate Fire energy via his hands. However, he wasn't the brightest of his bunch, and he often overlooked vital details. He and his team were knocked unconscious by the shockwave that came as a result of Ekimu knocking the Mask of Ultimate Power off of his brother's face. However, given the right technology, someone could awaken his spirit and bring him back... Primary Color: Red Element: Fire Favorite Environment: His home, overlooking the massive volcano of the Region of Fire Mask: Protector Mask-shaped Mask of Fire Powers, Fire Control and super speed Primary Weapon: Flame Scythe Special Moves: Fire Reaper and Flame Uppercut (SHORYUKEN!) Key traits: Brave, strong, and persistent ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Some may remember that Kairyn was my old character during my brief time in the BZPRPG, but anyways, I hope you enjoy my first MOC in ages, and I'll appreciate your feedback! Thank you!
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Skull Spiders are not native to Okoto. Nor are they native to the planet Okoto is on. They are extra-terrestrial, coming from elsewhere. The Mask of Skull Spiders was forged by Makuta after their arrival. The fire village is constantly on fire. This is a problem. Currently, the fire villagers have to live and scavenge through the volcanic wastes of... the Fire Region This region, the region of fire, is also rich in Obsidian. Obsidian is now a material in G2 as it is IRL. It is used for stuff. Also, there are fire tornadoes sometimes. The water village is technically underwater, but surrounded by giant air bubbles. Natural air bubbles. Life has adapted to these air bubbles in weird ways. In the watery part of the watery region, which is known as the water region, there is a very deep sea trench for some reason and nobody knows why. Ekimu once dived down there and came back with some gold and a missing armour piece, along with declaring that they would never go down there again. The earth village is underground. Above ground, it's far too dangerous for the villagers, as the only things on the surface are barren mesas, inhabited by only the harshest wildlife. Few villagers live on the surface. Instead most live underground, as beneath these mesas lies the largest cave network in all of Okoto. Most of the caves are under the mesas, although some extend under the mountains of the island, which means that some of the caves have openings in the fire and ice regions as well as extending under them. In the fire region's portion of the caves, there's a lava problem. In the ice region's caves, it's extremely cold. Villagers never venture far from the centre of the network of the caves, which is where the Earth village is located. There's also the problem that the deeper and further you get away from the Earth village, the more dangerous and unknown the wildlife becomes. Not to mention the drops, the openings, the lava, and sometimes the remains of ancient villages under the same curse as the ancient city. That is... the dead still lie in wait. Waiting to be disturbed. Every now and then a curious villager stumbles upon them, and if they survive the ordeal of the undead, they must report the cave so that it can be... caved in. The jungle village is in the trees of the jungle region. This is because the surface is far too hostile. Even simply walking on the surface is enough to disturb the jungle. Thus, the jungle village has to be up in the understory and canopy of the jungle, out of necessity. Much less of the dangerous wildlife can get to the jungle villagers when it's like that. Why is it not the surface? It's dangerous because some of the plants kill. There are tales of foolish villagers stupid enough to put their hands in some monstrously sized plants, and then being unable to take their hand off the plant - the plant's laves were sticky. Then the leaves closed around the villager. Then it slowly killed the villager. And that's only the tamest of the plants that can kill villagers - some can move ever so slightly, somehow. Not even Skull Spiders dare to go near the following plant: a plant that can blend in with others so well that it looks like a bunch of flowers. Then it entices a villager or two. Then the ruse is dropped, as the 'flowers' move away to reveal a giant pitcher (as in a pitcher plant) that the villagers then fall down into, which is nigh unescapable unless you have somehow learnt to fly... which is something most jungle villagers can't do, especially not when their feet has already been digested by the plant. The jungle region has by far the most dangerous plants, basically. The ice village is in the southern and lower part of the ice region, close to the border with the water region. The reason is that it is far more hospitable here than anywhere else in the ice region. North of the mountains would be too cold for normal life. Plus, there are lakes nearby for fishing, which is integral to the lives of the ice villagers. The northern part of the region, north of the regions, is almost completely uninhabited, and some of has in fact never been charted on a map - it's far too cold for anyone except a master of the ice. What lurks here? Nobody knows, except some explorers have reported what apparently looks like a hulking mass of snow with a very bestial gait. The stone village is located in the stone region, just south of where Ekimu and Makuta were originally sent to their eternal sleep, and on the coast. The stone region is basically a desert, although like the Earth region it has some mesas, mostly in the southern part of the stone region. The stone region, as a whole, is more hospitable above ground than the earth region, although the earth region has some of the worst wildlife on the island. That doesn't mean the stone region doesn't have any dangers, it's home to several kinds of scorpion, ranging from tiny and harmless to larger than three villagers put together and ready to crush anything that moves, even other scorpions. There's also giant worms of several kinds. Some are harmless, some are not, with the strength to rip off the limbs of an unfortunate villager. There's rumours of a worm so large it disturbs the sand around it and sends villagers back by simply burrowing along. There are also sights of 'beings with stinger tails' in the central areas of the stone region. Most write them off as but a legend, as very few ever visit the centre of the stone region due to the heat. But some say that these beings appear to have some semblance of intelligence, and dub these unknown beings 'Vorox' as they believe they can be communicated with. In the centre of Okoto, there is the ancient city. Protectors lived here once, guarded by Toa. But not the Toa we know. Six OTHER Toa. These Toa questioned why they had to protect the villagers when the villagers were sort of capable of doing it themselves - after all, each village had a protector, so why should a Toa do it? These Toa, like the six we know, simply appeared one day without warning. They did not have to go through trials to get their golden masks. They did not even have them, in fact. One day they started slaughtering Villagers, tired of being made to protect them. This is where Ekimu and Makuta started being revered: Ekimu and Makuta, as Protectors of Water and Earth respectively, conjured up a plan to defeat the Toa, which worked. The Toa were sealed away, but not killed, by virtue of the Mask of Creation and Mask of Control, which were forged to deal with them. The Mask of Control allowed Ekimu and Makuta to control the Toa, having them walk into a tomb which was immediately sealed with no way out, with a door made out of a supposedly unbreakable material, forged with the Mask of Creation by Ekimu. Ekimu and Makuta were then hailed as heroes. But. The Toa never died. They simply withered away. Their armour started to fall off. Their masks started to deform. Their faces transformed into skulls... but the eyes still glowed. Some of them even managed to change shape with this new form, almost as if it were making a mockery of what it meant to be a Toa once. With the combined powers of their masks and elements, these old Toa were able to curse the ancient city, and other abandoned villages on the island. This curse was to make all of the dead restless. Once one living being steps near the dead - the dead awaken. And eventually, these former Toa were able to tunnel out of their tomb, revealing their new forms: a skeletal archer, a skeletal basher, a skeletal scorpion, a skeletal four-armed slicey thing, a skeletal grinder. That's five... but where was the sixth? They were cannibalised by the other former Toa out of boredom - being trapped in a tomb for so long made them lose any thoughts that were not malevolent. Because their curse did not only raise the dead, it made them unable to think anything but malevolence. They also hold less power, and only the Mask of Creation can restore them to the power they once held - and beyond. This came from looking at the Okoto map.
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Though Ekimu and Makuta were masters of the art of mask-making, they weren't the only mask-makers on Okoto.Long ago, Ekimu realized that he and his brother would not be around forever, so he decided to teach his craft to the people of Okoto. At the behest of Makuta, Ekimu only took in a few pupils, all under oath to only teach their knowledge to their families while the two Mask Makers still lived. All of Ekimu's students went on to become decent mask-makers in their own right, but the absolute best among them was a Stone Tribe member clad in yellow and silver. Known as the Helmsmith, he crafted thousands of masks, from children's masks to ceremonial wedding masks to full-fledged Kanohi Masks of Power. While not quite up to the standards of Ekimu (then again, with the Mask of Creation in his possession, who is?), his masks are still of incredible quality. Unfortunately for the people of Okoto, the Helmsmith decided to retire after the incident with the Mask of Ultimate Power. The rumor floating around is that seeing Makuta turn against Ekimu made him fearful that something similar will happen to him, so he chose to step down from mask-making rather than take the risk. More pictures: Top picture-Larger front side back size comparison anvil anvil side anvil front anvil back examining golden mask holding anvil battling Skull Spiders "Now, an elemental mask is good to have, but given your power set, a Mask of Stone is kind of redundant. However, if you had a Mask of Speed..."
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This is probably just a weird question, but I think the Skull Spiders deserve names, even if they'll never get canon ones, because, like I said, this is probably just a weird question, What names would you give to the Skull Spiders?
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REVIEW: http://www.bzpower.com/board/topic/17181-sought-a-rogue-review/ 20 Years Ago… The Protector of Jungle walked into a clearing of dry land in the heart of the region of jungle. Next to him walked the stout form of Taya, another resident of the jungle. Over his shoulder Taya carried a limp body that resembled that of Okoto’s villagers. It was not made from regular tissue, however. No, this was weaved from plant fibers intertwined with sturdy and flexible branches. “This should be a good spot,” said the Protector. Taya dropped the body onto the ground. He affixed a green mask on his face. “Stand back,” he said. Taya scurried off and stood on the edge of the clearing. The Protector took off his robe that was draped around his muscular body. He stood to his full height and gazed down at the body. He raised his hands into the air, and in a language unheard by any ears for thousands of years, he said, “Child of mine, hear me. Spirits of thine, see me. Fruits of the vine, feed me. Breathe life, bring life, bestow life. The time of your King is here. Rise, rise vines of the jungle, rise roots of the sea, rise shrubs of the lavaside, rise cacti of the sands, rise mosses of the rock wall, rise trees of the hills! Your King is here! He is here.” A greenish glow emerged from the Protector’s palms. Twin beams of light shown from his fingertips, and they connected onto the limp body. The beams twisted and turned around the figure. Its brown appearance slowly turned green and black. It began to transform from a wooden puppet to a living creature. The process only took about a minute, but it felt like a lifetime. When it was all over, the eyelids of the body slowly opened. Green light pulsed from its eye sockets. It slowly sat up. “Where am I?” it said. “You are among your subjects, Mere, King of the Plants,” replied the Protector. 19 years ago… Mere gazed upon the many islands of the Region of Water. He himself was standing on the mainland. Behind him were many beach houses. Most of the island’s fishermen lived on the shore, however the majority of the metropolitan areas of the Region of Water were below the waves. He slowly walked forward, the water crashing around him. Before long, he was completely submerged. He propelled himself forward with his feet against the sandy seafloor. After about five minutes of swimming, he found himself poised at the top of a ravine. Its walls were lined with lined with huts, each of them surrounded by a protective air bubble. He swam down, and landed on the porch of a large sized shack. The sounds of hardy music muffled through the door. Mere slowly walked in, passing through the bubble. He entered a large, circular room. Wooden tables and chairs filled the area with villagers from all over Okoto sitting in them, and it was illuminated by candlelight. There was a bar on the far side, as well as a trio of musicians standing on an elevated platform. Mere scanned the room, his green eyes twinkling as the lids closed to slits. He then spied the person he was seeking. His name was Jitte. He was from the Region of Stone. Mere slowly made his way through the bustling crowd of the bar. When he got to his table, he saw him staring into a half-empty mug. “Mister Jitte?” He looked up from his beverage. “Yes?” he asked, somewhat surprised that he knew his name. Mere took a seat across from him. “I believe that you arranged with a man to make a business deal involving dried cactus fibers.” “Oh, are you the buyer? Sorry, I didn’t expect to see you here. I thought that we were meeting here in two days.” “No, I’m not the buyer. However I believe that we can make a deal with even more gravity than that.” Jitte put down his mug and leaned forward, folding his hands together. “...which is?” “I have discovered, via a long series of researches and studying old papers and tablets, that there is a piece of land in the central mountains that is unclaimed by any of the villages.” “Most of the central mountains are like that.” “Ah, but unlike the rest of the range, this specific spot is relatively flat. A plateau. And on it is fertile soil and many trees.” “What’s your point?” “I will be leading a small fellowship to that area to secure it before any others do. Not only is it great farmland, but there are many resources below the ground. I want you, Jitte, to be the first one to help me, and to serve as my deputy.” The villager of stone leaned back in his chair and scratched his chin. “How do I know I can trust you? And how do I know that this will be lucrative?” “You don’t. However, I have the option of forgetting about you and going to the mountains myself, and you’ll hear about my success in the streets.” “If you’re going to succeed so much from this, then why are you telling me? You’re endangering your chances for total wealth.” “I can’t make it there alone. And even if I did, it would take years for me to fully extract the wealth from the land. With the assembled fellowship, we will split the earnings equally, and we’ll all go home happy.” Jitte narrowed his eyes. “I’m in.” “Excellent. Wait here and keep doing what you were doing. There are two other people in this tavern that I need to talk to before we head out.” With that, Mere got up from the table and walked to the other side of the room. Jitte saw him leave. He saw the honesty in his eyes, so he knew that this place existed from that. He also knew that it had a great amount of wealth, also. But the real reason why he asked to go was because he was sick and tired of being in the market business. He wanted an adventure, even it it only lasted for about a week or so. Mere spotted a villager of water. He was sitting in the back of the room, his feet propped up on the table. He held a beast’s fang in his hand, jabbing into the table. Many tiny dots were littered on the wood from where he jabbed the tooth. “Mister Shillelagh?” The villager slowly raised his head. “What?” “I was informed that you were a mercenary for hire.” “I only do that sometimes.” “I also heard that you were a pirate, and responsible for looting and sinking many different trade ships.” Shillelagh narrowed his eyes. “I’m a mercenary.” “Excellent. I have a job that I will pay you handsomely for.” “Keep talking.” “Some of my sources have told me of a location deep within the central mountains. Within it is a canister containing a huge supply of gold. I am currently assembling a fellowship of six people to go to the mountains, myself being one of them. When we find the treasure, we will split it six ways.” “16 percent each?” “Yes.” “20 for me.” “What?” “20 percent of the treasure, or I’m not coming.” “Why?” “By joining you, I will be abandoning one of my associates, who I agreed to meet on an island tomorrow. I want an extra four percent to cover the possible injuries he’ll deliver to me once it’s all said and done.” “Very well. 20 percent for you.” They both stood up and shook hands. “Wait here. There is one more person in this tavern that I need to ask to join me.” “Do what you have to.” With that, Mere left Shillelagh and walked to the other side. This was the part that had the bar. He sat in a stool and looked at the bartender. She was a villager of fire. “Miss Rungu?” She looked at him from behind one of the kegs. “I’ll be with you in a second, hon. Let me finish this order first.” After she delivered two beverages to a villager of water and earth who were also at the bar, she walked over to Mere. “What can I get you hon, or would you like to hear the menu, and I can also get you today’s special.” “No thank you, Miss. I’m here to ask you a question.” “If it’s marriage, I’m going to say no, hon. You’re the third one this week that’s asked me that.” “Um, no. Actually, it’s going to take a long time to explain. Meet me outside once your shift is finished.” He left the bar, leaving Rungu to finish her work. She called after him, but he didn’t acknowledge her back. Hours later, Mere, Jitte, and Shillelagh met outside the bar. Just according to schedule, Rungu emerged from the hut. “What’re you doing, lads?” she said nervously. “I have a proposition for you,” said Mere. “Knowledge has led me to believe that there is a place of value within the central mountains. I am assembling a fellowship to accompany me there, and I believe that you have what it takes.” Most people would immediately turn down this offer because of how vague and suspicious it sounded. But Rungu was not most people. No, she often dreamed of what the other regions of Okoto were like, for she was born and raised in that of water, despite her being a villager of fire. “I’m in,” she said. “Anything to leave this run-down, low paying business. When do we leave?” “Now.” “Oh. Can I got to my house and grab a few things? It’ll be quick.” Mere exchanged glances with Jitte and Shillelagh. “Sure, just make it fast.” “Thanks!” she said, swimming away. The three of them waited. “So...what do you do for a living?” asked Jitte to Shillelagh. “I give boat tours,” he replied. Mere knew he was obviously lying. “Is it a good line of work?” “Yeah. It pays very well.” “Hm. What about you, Mere?” “I’m an attorney.” “Cool.” Rungu was back by this point, however she looked different. Instead of a natural right arm, she had a robotic one. She also carried a gun-type weapon. “What’s that?” asked Jitte. “Just some stuff I’ve been puttin’ together over the years. I’m a bit of an inventor, hon,” she replied, smiling. “Alright, let’s get back to the surface. There are two more people that we need to contact. They’re in the Region of Ice.” The four of them swam back to the beach. They then walked up a narrow pathway on the cliffside, and started northward, the outlines of the mountains in the distance.
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Flickr Vakama, Old Master of Fire, is the spiritual leader of the village of Fire and the trusted adviser of the Protector of Fire. His knowledge of Masks, elemental powers, and Okoto lore make him the go-to counselor of the Toa, and he is always willing to lend an ear when Tahu needs to vent. But Vakama has a cheeky streak, and loves to play pranks and sneak up on unsuspecting villagers! Despite his vast knowledge, however, his memory doesn't seem to be what it used to be, and more than once he has given the Toa faulty advice, much to his dismay. Primary Color: Dark Red Element: Fire Favorite environment: His library Mask: Mask of Fire Powers: Fire Control, Stealth Primary weapon: Fire Staff of Rank Signature moves: Burning Thrust, Vanishing Cloak Key traits: Wise, proud, and mischievous As I wait for the new Bionicle sets, I thought I'd make a simple version of what one of the Turaga might look like in the Okoto-verse. Some folks who have the Protectors say the Arthron doesn't look too much like their Masks in person, but I thought I'd give it a try anyway. ~B~
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I was messing around with some Protectors yesterday and I got this little guy out of it. http://board.ttvpodcast.com/uploads/db5640/11711/0729b04c143dd1c9.JPG So the Skull Shaman is a quirky little fellow. He was once just a normal villager of Okoto before becoming obsessed with necromancy and otherworldly things. Nowadays he lurks deep in the Region of Jungle, practicing dark magic and forbidden spells. Unfortunately most of his work turns to naught. So he kills time by acting as a healer of the sick and giver of advice. However with the advent of the Skull Spiders, the Skull Shaman has become obsessed with finding a way to control the hordes. Perhaps the fabled Golden Mask of Skull Spiders holds the key... Wadda ya' think? Edit: Image linked; please keep posted images to around 640x640 pixels in BBC. -Wind-
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I bought a couple more Protector sets to built some MOCs. I think for my next project, I'm going to make a bunch of "B-list" Protector characters with unique designs (possibly including unique helmets as well). The goal is to have at least one character per village, though I might make extras if I have ideas for characters/generics. I already have one, so I need five more. So, without further ado, let's meet the characters: Baby Fire Villager Ah yes, the character I am contractually obligated to make as a Protector MOCist. Nothing really to say here, just enjoy. Other pictures: Front picture, larger Back With Dad With Takanuva Nyx, Deputy Protector of Earth Protectors pass their titles onto their children when they die or retire, but in many cases, said children are deputized at a certain age in order to help out their parents in times of need. Nyx is one of those deputy Protectors, though she mostly spends her time in the Obsidian Mines. Thanks to the ancient Protector rite of "I know a guy", the Protector of Earth was able to get her a job down there keeping the miners safe from the creatures beneath the earth. The gig was a way for Nyx to hone her abilities and build character; As an added bonus, she's also made a few friends among the Miners' Guild. Nyx is a lot like her father in the sense that she's a rough-and-tumble, outgoing sort with a love for certain drinks (traits that she also shares with her fellow miners). Her hobbies include tinkering with munitions and building slightly dodgy gadgets; when combined with her preferred choice of beverages, these hobbies lead to things like the modified Miner's pack/back-mounted ammo dump that she's taken to wearing lately. Like all miners, Nyx wears a Mask of Sonar as part of her job. Unlike her fellow miners, hers is a hand-me-down from her family that was crafted by Makuta. Nyx swears to this day that the mask is just as good as its Ekimu-made counterparts, which is part of the reason why she still wears it despite the Mask of Ultimate Power fiasco. Other Pictures: Without Pack Front Back Wielding bayonets Top picture/With pack Pack back Drill Using Drill It even has a gear function! Dual Rapid Shooters Dual Mortars "NAO IS COWARD KEELINK TIME!" "Now take that blasted thing off! You look like a walking tank!" Earth Tribe Miner The six tribes of Okoto each have their own specific trades. The people of Water are fishermen, the Stone Tribesmen are craftsmen, and the Earth Tribe villagers are miners. Distinguished from their fellows by a specialized backpack and heavier armor, these particular villagers can be found deep underground, digging up obsidian and other minerals. The miners are a tough, rock-headed bunch, known for partying and indulging while off-duty. They tend to charge head-first into danger, which usually gets them into trouble (Especially nowadays with the Skull Spider invasion). Miners are required to wear Masks of Sonar while on the job (though Masks of Night Vision and similar masks can be used). To aid with vision, their backpacks are equipped with lights, which have the double duty of scaring off the creatures lurking in the underground depths. More pictures: Top picture Front Back With backpack Backpack back Ready to work Close-up of visor "Hi-ho, hi-ho, it's off to work I go..." Comparison with Nyx "Just sit tight, Deputy Protector. I can handle this." "Are you SURE you don't need my help?" Eckoh Eckoh's a salty old sea diver, eternally curious about what lies below the surface of the Great Ocean, and always on the hunt for the object of the latest rumor the sailors of the village of Water are passing around this week. His is an exciting life filled with adventure and danger...a lot of danger, based on the current state of his body. To say that he's seen better days is incredible understatement. Since Eckoh explores all of the time and has encountered quite a lot in the briny blue, he has a few tales of his own to tell. When he's not up to diving, he often hangs out at the local tavern, sharing his stories for all who listen. Among his tales, two are the most popular as of late: One tells of the Abyssal Ones, monstrous amalgamations of flesh and steel that lurk within the depths and feast on the souls of sailors unlucky enough to run across them; the other (and far more interesting, at least to the Protector of Water) tells of an underwater shrine, guarded by irate creatures, said to contain a golden Mask of Power within... More pictures: Top picture Front Back Walking Underwater "Alright, the shrine should be half a mile away. Follow me and don't chase after any strange lights." Original version: Top picture-larger Back Walking Swimming Cane storage Celeris Need a parcel delivered across the frozen wastes of the Region of Ice? Don't mind if it's been jostled "a little" during the trip? If so, Celeris is the villager to call...at least, he was before the Skull Spiders showed up. The oh-so-lucky courier has been graciously volunteered as a forward scout for the Village of Ice, so now his job entails spying on the Skull Spiders, locating people and objects, and generally putting himself in the proverbial line of fire. Celeris was already a neurotic sort, always making sure to pack some survival gear along side his deliveries. The new job has done nothing to ease his issues; if anything, it's made them worse. He's far more prone to panicking now, which often leads to him making serious mistakes. As a courier, Celeris wears a Kanohi Kakama to make deliveries quicker. Like the rest of his courier gear, it's been re-appropriated to keeping him out of the claws of his enemies. More Pictures: Main Picture Front Back Skiing "Perhaps I have something of use in here..." Ski Jump "OhdearEkimuOhdearEkimuOhdearEkimuOhdearEkimuOhdearEkimuOhdearEkimuOhDEAREKIMU!" Elder Najami The Elder of the Jungle Tribe is also seen as the most eccentric of the bunch. True, the people of Okoto's jungles are an eccentric people with their high reverence of nature and wide range of superstitions and rituals , but Najami takes it to a whole new level. For example, Jungle villagers like playing harmless pranks on outsiders for fun; Najami, meanwhile, sees such pranks as absolutely vital, as she believes that performing minor annoying/"evil" acts would allow one to avoid becoming "too" perfect and consequently reincarnating as an utterly evil being in their next life as a form of karmic backlash. Somehow. Despite her idiosyncrasies, Najami is well respected for the genuine good knowledge she possesses. Even the eccentricities seem to pay off for her at time, such as, say, predicting the exact time that Lewa and the other Toa would arrive(give or take a minute; she accidentally offered the Vuata Maca tree Verdelisk scales instead of Kahu down that day). Najami's Kanohi, the Calix, strengthens her reflexes and allows her to perform incredible physical feats. When she's feeling particularly mystical (or out of her gourd), she refers to the mask as "The Mask of Fate" since the acrobatic feats it grants her have allowed her to reverse her luck more than a few times. More Pictures: Main Picture Front Back Headdress Battle Stance Battle Stance 2 Najima Vs. Lewa Najima Vs. Lewa 2 "Hi-ho, Verdelisk, away!"
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Flickr Reptilian sea creatures that prowl the waters around Okoto, particularly the islands of the Region of Water. Tarakava hunt their prey using lightning-fast strikes from their powerful arms, which swing fast enough to generate cavitation bubbles. The shock waves that result are fully capable of killing a target, and if it survives the Tarakava will go in for the kill with its powerful jaws and teeth. Underwater, Tarakava can move their streamlined bodies quickly with their muscular tails. They have also been occasionally seen resting on land, where they can aid terrestrial movement with their arms, albeit sluggishly. The head was reverse-engineered from this head by Kingmarshy of Flickr, which inspired the MOC. I tried to interpret the Tarakava as a much more organic creature, with its strange tread becoming its tail, and its punching ability being like that of the Mantis shrimp. Unfortunately, the photos make the teal appear a lot bluer than in person, but it certainly is indeed teal. ~B~
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While searching around the Bionicle website I came across something weird when looking at Lewa's bio. It said "Powers: Communes with plants and the wind". Does that mean he is at least sensitive to air or even controls it? If he could control both won't that be illegal? Maybe the Mask of Jungle is the mask of ultimate power and Lewa is Makuta (just kidding)! Thoughts on it?