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  1. I don't know how close this runs to being against guidelines, but as long as everyone else is cool with their comments, I think it should work out. OK: so the protectors went to the Temple of Time, and presumably using the Mask of Time or something, send their "prayers to the heavens". G2's protectors "prayer" could be a few things: 1) Just a euphemism- maybe it's just their hopes their sending to the heavens -- "prayers" just being a symbol of that? 2) There's someone up there! That lightning-bolt/laser that shot into space may have been carrying a message- perhaps another as-of-yet unknown character who organized the Toa and shot them to Okoto. A G2 equivalent of a Great Being, or GSR perhaps? 3) The communication was to the Toa themselves, to come and save Okoto- Which of course begs the question of where they were in space to begin with- and were they conscious enough to get it? Thus, was coming to Okoto a conscious decision the Toa made, or was it another unconscious-in-the-canister-and-it-just-got-launched-automatically scenario? And, if conscious, what were they doing on the world(s) they came from? Geez, just one line in an internet cartoon gives ya a lot to think about, huh?
  2. Review topicView in a dynamic format on Google DriveNote: This story is all in one post, but is separated into chapters. This is due to the site automatically adding my replies to the main post. Each chapter has been subtly colour-coded for easier navigation. KIRAK THE SCAVENGER 1. "Curse it." hissed Kirak, inspecting the silver dagger he held in his clawed hands. He scowled at the sight of the various scuffs and scratches on what was once an immaculate chrome blade. He again tried to polish them away with and oiled rag, to no avail. Stowing the blade away on his left thigh, Kirak stood up. His sand-filled joints creaked as he raised his lanky body skyward, and his back clicked when he finally stood straight. He looked over the horizon, watching the sun set over the deserts of Okoto. Just then, his focus shifted to a tiny insect perched on the sill of his mask's left eyehole. He noted that the insect was etching into the metallic floor beneath it with its sharp little legs, so his benevolence towards the creature swiftly turned to malevolence. Kirak slowly raised his left hand to his face, and poised a clawed finger, ready to crush the insect. Kirak then struck... But overshot and jabbed his left eye. He yelped at the sharp pain, loud enough for his wail to echo across the canyons down before him. The insect, completely unfazed by the drama that occurred, casually buzzed away as if nothing had happened. Embarrassed and infuriated, Kirak lifted his charge revolver, and sent a shot hurtling towards the flittering bug. He of course missed, and shot again - and again, and again… Until he eventually hit it. It fell to the ground, in a tiny singed heap, which Kirak crushed and ground with his clawed foot, growling. Kirak inhaled deeply, and restored some composure, stowing his charge revolver on his right thigh. His eye was sore, his mask and dagger scratched, and now he was low on ammunition. However, it was slowly getting darker – his opportunity was drawing ever nearer. Kirak looked down into the canyon below, and leapt into the darkness. Priming his strong, digitigrade legs, he focused on the abyss and aimed for the rocky floor below. In his focus however, he failed to notice a particularly hand-like branch on the cliff face behind him, which hooked the gear on his back and sent Kirak into a tumbling spin, to which he again yelped. Plummeting towards the ground below, Kirak’s life of crime flashed before his eyes… Until he crashed with a tremendous clunk, in a thick cloud of sand. Weakly, Kirak propped himself up, noting the tremendous headache he had given himself. He coughed, before shaking sand out of the crevices in his mask and armour. “Gravity… Eugh… Gravity hurts.” He mumbled, meekly. He looked up to the fiendish branch that clipped him, and scowled. He reached for his charge revolver to shoot it, but then recalled that he only had three shots left. Cursing, he stood up, his legs still primed from earlier. He looked ahead, visualized his route, and sprinted through the canyon with much haste. His powerful legs punted him forwards with immense pace, leaving a mighty plume of sandy dust trailing behind him. In the dark, it was hard to see all the cacti, stones and branches that littered the floor of the trailing canyon pathways. But Kirak knew these paths, and leapt over or around each and every single obstacle – finally, something he could do right. Suddenly, something gripped tightly to his right leg, causing him to slam yet again face-first into the ground, sparks flying as he skidded across the stony path. The pain in his leg was incredible, searing through to his very core. He turned over, and looked down to his leg, only to meet eye-to-eye with a vicious animal trap that had clamped it’s maw to his ankle. He kicked his leg, attempting to dislodge the vile little machine, only for it to grip tighter. Kirak wailed as its tight hold began to pierce his metallic exoskeleton. Through reflex, he primed his right leg as if he were to make a jump… Sending a massive jolt of energy into the trap. It buzzed, steamed, clattered, and burst apart into hundreds of tiny pieces – one such piece hitting Kirak square in the face, knocking him out. 2. Night wore on in the desert region of Okoto. The various insects and creatures that lived on the land rested, and the cool night air breezed across the sand and stone, soothing the landscape’s burns from the searing sunshine of the previous day. Okotians roaming the desert returned to their camps and villages, and rested their weary heads, with sweet dreams of the mighty Toa and their victories. Many hours passed, and eventually the sun began to rise yet again over the desert, waking it and its inhabitants up from their slumbers. One inhabitant however, needed some encouragement. “Good morning, sleepyskull!” a little voice chimed, gleefully. Kirak yelped, startled by the noise, and jumped up into the canyon wall behind him. He stared down at the source of the noise, his horrified expression slumping to that of disappointment. There, standing down below, was a young Okotian, in red armour. Kirak sighed. “So that’s where all the screaming came from! We thought it was a dust coyote!” The little girl stated, looking as if she’d struck a most momentous revelation. She giggled, looking up to Kirak admiringly. “Eugh… And who do I have the… displeasure of meeting this fine morning?” Kirak grumbled, putting his arms behind his back and leaning one foot against the wall he had slumped against. The little girl puffed up her chest, before retrieving a little green flag from her back and jabbing its pole into the sand to her side. The flag had a rather crude portrayal of an Okotian’s mask sewn into it with white thread. “I am Bulip, scout of the Desert Exploration Squad of Okoto.” She proclaimed, with utmost pride. Kirak raised an eyebrow, and sniggered. Bulip inhaled, raising herself above such insolent rudeness, and stated her business, pacing in circles with her hands behind her back. “Now, monster, it is my doody - um, doo-tee - to record and analamalise all the makes of animals that I find in the desert. Now because you’re the firstest animal ever that has actually talked to me, I want you to tell me everything about yourself.” Kirak again sniggered, and then shook his head. Bulip glared crossly at Kirak, and propped her hands on her hips, pouting behind her mask. Kirak bent down to Bulip, meeting eye-to-eye with her, and smirked. “The less you know about me, Bulip, the better.” Kirak explained, condescendingly. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I must be leaving. Toodle-oo.” Bulip stamped her foot, and shook her head. “No. I want to know what you are! Tell me!” She wailed. Kirak could tell that she was on the verge of tears. He rolled his eyes, and turned to walk away. As Kirak walked down the path, finding a suitable spot to again begin sprinting, he could hear the little pitter-patter of angry footsteps behind him, along with some sniffling. “It’s not fair! IT’S NOT FAIR!” Bulip screamed. Kirak skidded to a halt, holding his clawed hands to his ears in reaction to the sharp wail of the little red airhorn stood behind him. “By Makuta! Just… Bugger off!” Kirak shouted, shooing Bulip away with his hand. “NO!” Bulip yelled, again stamping her foot. “You are going to tell me all about you, otherwise… Otherwise…” “Otherwise… What?” Kirak barked. “Otherwise… I’ll bash you on the head!” Bulip threatened. Kirak stared at Bulip. She was breathing heavily, her little green flag clenched tightly in her hand. He then exploded with laughter, before shooting the little Okotian square in the face with his charge revolver, knocking her unconscious and sending her flying back several feet. She landed in the sand, with a black, circular burn seared into her mask, smoking. “That was worth it.” He sneered, before turning to sprint away. 3. The canyons in the desert region of Okoto are a complex system of tunnels and ravines that stretch across a vast distance. Pathways near the edges ramp up towards the level of the ground around the canyon, allowing easy access to this labyrinthine scar on the landscape. One must not be fooled however, for these paths are treacherous and long, and it is easy to get lost. Memorizing a route through the canyon is paramount if one must traverse it. Kirak’s knowledge of his particular path through the canyon served him well. He ran with more caution now though, for not only did the daytime sun pose the risk of him being spotted, but Kirak also feared that he may meet another one of those peculiar traps – or even worse, another child. He planned in his head that, if he did meet anything unprecedented, he’d either jump over it, or crush it into the sandy floor in his stride. He practiced this a few times, imagining the more humanoid cacti to be little green people, squishing under his strong feet. It made the journey much less stressful. Eventually, Kirak met his exit to canyon – a cliff face at the end of the path, with lots of outcrops he used as steps up and out of the canyon. Kirak began his ascent, using his powerful digitigrade legs to spring himself from step to step. Halfway up though, he found something surprising waiting for him – a black, grimy Okotian mask. “Not my colour.” He joked, picking the artefact up to inspect it. He noted the difference in shaping and intricacy in this mask to the more modern masks younger Okotians wore. It bore much simpler carvings, and the eye slits were more circular in shape. This intrigued him, so he stowed the mask on his back and continued his ascent. Eventually, Kirak reached the lip of the canyon, and looked out across the desert ahead of him. He looked back, and noted the vast distance that he’d traveled. He inhaled deeply, and smiled, before turning again to sprint across the desert. But just as he went to take a powerful step, his springy leg failed him, and he face planted into the scorching sands. He was pretty exhausted. “I think now would be an excellent time for some… Sunbathing.” He said, rolling onto his back, crossing his legs and propping his hands behind his head. He then noticed his new treasure poking into him, and pulled it out to look at it. The craftsmanship was truly awful. He wondered if this was what the Okotians had resorted to after their celebrities, the Mask Makers, killed each-other. He chuckled at the thought, before tossing the mask aside and continuing with his rest. Eventually, the sun began to set again, and the air began to cool. Kirak stood up, shaking any sand lodged in his armour free. Laying in the sun had replenished his body with energy, and also cleared his head somewhat. But now the air was cool, running would be much easier – both on his joints, and for his safety. He scanned across the desert, looking for his target. Lo and behold, there it was, the crater from Ekimu’s defeat, just ahead of him. Kirak checked his charge revolver – two shots left. “Should be enough, just in case.” He commented, before resuming his journey. 4. The Great Cataclysm is the name given to the tremendous shockwave of energy sent out across Okoto when Ekimu knocked the Mask of Ultimate Power from the face of his brother, Makuta. It is thought that this shockwave was the dreaded mask releasing its evil power across the land, which awoke many evil creatures such as the Skull Spiders, and allowed Makuta to manipulate evil even from beyond the grave. At the epicenter of the Great Cataclysm, a tremendous crater was formed, in which Ekimu’s body laid dormant before it’s recovery by the Protectors. It is said that residual energy from both the Mask of Ultimate Power and the Mask of Creation emanates here, and that this could only be utilized by one of tremendous power. Kirak tripped over a spear that had been left in the sand. He cursed at it, before picking it up and breaking it in two. He had such a clean run before that thing showed up. Otherwise, he was close – very close. He could smell the magical energies on the air. With every stride he made, he felt a mysterious presence come closer and closer to him. It drove him, fueling his thirst for the power that legend had promised him. After much trial and tribulation, Kirak had reached the crater, looking over it with joyous eyes. He laughed. “It’s tiny! I guess when an Okotian says that something is ‘gigantic’, one mustn’t expect much.” He joked, looking down into the dim pit below his feet. He leapt in, landing dead in the center of the crater where Ekimu once laid. Kirak noted Ekimu’s silhouette, scorched into the bare rock beneath his feet. Something however was off about the dead celebrity’s shadow – where was the Mask of Creation? “WHO GOES THERE?” A loud voice exclaimed, startling Kirak. Kirak yelped yet again. “Wh-who enquires?” Kirak retorted, clambering to his feet. “MY NAME IS NOT IMPORTANT, CREATURE.” Boomed the mysterious voice deafeningly. Kirak looked around frantically, looking for a source of the voice. “WELL?” It pressed, causing Kirak’s mask to shake. Kirak unsheathed his charge revolver, just in case. “I am Kirak, the Scavenger! I have come here to take what is unclaimed!” Kirak proclaimed proudly to the heavens, arms raised and stance spread. “SCAVENGER! YOU ARE A FOOL! THERE IS NOTHING WORTH CLAIMING HERE! YOU HAVE COMMITTED A FOOL’S ERRAND!” Kirak pondered, finger on his chin. “So... Shouty voice in the sky. If this place has nothing worth stealing—“ “SILENCE! YOU HAVE TRESPASSED UPON SACRED LAND, ON A FALSE PROMISE OF GREAT POWER!” Kirak was taken aback. Had he really travelled this far on a false promise? Was the ‘power’ he felt earlier just a symptom of his excitement? He pondered. “To whom is this land sacred?” “TO ME.” “And who are you?” There was a pause. Kirak heard shuffling coming from outside of the crater. “UH… Guys, what should I say? Oh okay. N-NONE OF YOUR CONCERN, FOUL CREATURE.” Kirak raised an eyebrow, and again pondered. He then raised his hand, and outstretched one finger. “How many fingers am I holding up?” He asked, slyly. He heard quiet sniggering from over the lip of the crater, followed by shushing. This embarrassed him. “I HAVE NOT TIME FOR YOUR GAMES, THIEF!” Kirak smiled, and leapt straight up in the air. Lo and behold, a trio of young Okotian adolescents were huddled just over the edge of the crater, one with a horn over his mouth. Pranksters. “Neither do I!” Kirak exclaimed as he fell down. On landing, he took another leap up and out of the crater, towards to Okotians, to find them armed with spears – one of which had half a handle. “S-stay back!” Shouted the green Okotian with the horn. His was the voice that had been shouting at Kirak. “Oh, well I apologize little one, because I don’t tend to take orders from those I can crush.” Kirak responded, aiming his charge revolver. He was however, not alone in possessing such a weapon. Both of the green Okotian’s friends revealed their shoulder-mounted elemental shooters, which they aimed towards Kirak. A desert standoff, with one in the middle. The green Okotian threw his horn to the ground, and charged at Kirak with his spear. Just as he got close, Kirak grabbed the spear and used it to swing its wielder around into the crater. Just as this happened, Kirak began to recieve fire from the two elemental shooters. The shots were hot, but weren’t doing any real damage. Kirak casually raised his charge revolver, and shot each of his attackers square in the face, much to the same effect as with Builip that morning. “No ammunition.” Kirak stated quietly, sheathing the depleted charge revolver on his hip. “You’ll pay for that, monster!” The green Okotian insisted. Kirak turned to see the diminutive trickster wielding his spear in his shaky hands, clambering over the lip of the crater. Kirak sniggered, and unsheathed his dagger. To his opponent, Kirak’s dagger was more like a massive sword, which filled him with terror. Kirak noticed this. Suddenly, the air stood completely still. Just before he thought he would vanquish his dwarven foe, a seething pain coursed through Kirak’s body. He yelped – or rather, screamed – and fell to his knees, writhing in pain. Blue and red sparks surged through his body, bursting out through the cracks in his exoskeleton. Kirak’s life of crime yet again flashed before his eyes, this time tainted with images of a truly foul face, and the striking of two hammers on metal. As he writhed and convulsed, Kirak felt his body creak and shake with the immense energy coursing through it. “Th-the power… I-IT’S MINE!” Kirak shouted, before laughing manically amidst his pain. But it was not as it seemed. Armour shells exploded from Kirak’s body, still buzzing with magical energy as they landed in the sand. The green Okotian stood, watching the tall beast before him fall apart. Kirak slowly stood up, and attempted to reach out to something unseen, before finally crumbling into pieces. His mask fell to the ground, crackling with red and blue streaks of magical energy, before all subsided into silence. The green villager stood, aghast. He exhaled. His friends woke up from their induced slumber, with throbbing pain in their heads and singed marks on their masks. “Kungo? You… Okay?” One of them spoke. “Yeah, what… What happened?” The other enquired, adjusting her home-made black mask. “I’m good. And… I don’t know.” Replied Kungo, picking up the mask that lay in the pile of scrap before him. It was as cold and as dead as ice, but its gaze still pierced into Kungo’s being. - END -
  3. Note: Knowledge of Kingdom Hearts helps Clavis is a mysterious Toa that arrived in Okoto soon after Tahu and his team. His origins are unknown, but he controls the element of lightning, wields a Keyblade, and wears a mysterious mask that is able to change shape and powers at will. He tends to keep to himself, however, Gali stumbled upon him one day... and he seemed to be having a conversation with his mask... His armor also seems to adapt to any new environment. Current Version: 1.5 Armor Composition: Adaptive Protosteel Operating System: Mata Nui ---------------------------------------------------------- Toa Element: Lightning Default Mask: Kanohi Ignika (shaped as glowing, golden Mask of Stone) Weaponry: Skull Shocker Keyblade v1.5, Electro Shield v1.5, Shoulder Cannon (formerly), Dual Electric Blades/Hoverboard Armor v1.0 (Adapted for Skull Spiders) Unequipped v1.0 Clavis Equipped v1.0 Clavis Skull Shocker Keyblade v1.0 Electro Shield v1.0 Dual Electric Blades/Hoverboard Upon entering the graveyard in Okoto, Clavis was infected by Kulta's evil energy. The Ignika ejected itself and Mata Nui fought with an infected Clavis. Infected Clavis with evil energy mask Armor v1.5 (Adapted for Skeleton Opponents) Equipped v1.5 Clavis
  4. The Skull Scorpio has gotten some flack for lack of posability, abnormally large tail, etc., so I decided to start designing a new scorpion creature... thanks to some spare parts and a "certain" Star Wars set I purchased today. It's color scheme should bring back some nostalgia for Generation 1 fans. So here is the newest creature to be cataloged from Okoto... The Okotian Demon Scorpion! Named for its gigantic horns, this large creature roams tunnels and caves in the Region of Stone. During the day, they come out to feed by burying themselves beneath the desert sand and striking with their tail and large hairy forearms. Their typical prey are Skull Scorpios. Thanks to their massive mandibles, they are able to crush bones and absorb the calcium from them. They are very aggressive and territorial and will often attack any villager that stumbles into their way. Although rare, they are known to prey on villagers, but only when starving. When attacking larger prey like villagers, the demon scorpion can lift its upper body and attack in a centaur-type fashion. Even a Toa would find this creature a challenge. The poison from its tail causes its victim's body to heat up which causes dehydration from lots of sweating. Villagers of Fire have some resistance and take longer to dehydrate, but the venom seems to affect their biology as well.
  5. Has anyone heard any more about the "half-Vahi" theory? TTV talks about it here on their podcast. Basically, some LEGO guy apparently said the original Vahi was only half of a mask, and implied that maybe the Okoto people have the other half? Is this theory canon, or at the very least, not disproven? Is it still possible? or has Lego put more info forward that gives a new perspective on the G1 Vahi, and the G2 Mask of Time?
  6. Now that the first Okoto chapter book is out, the new storyline feels a lot more fleshed out. However, there are a few instances where information in the book contradicts previously established plot details: - "The Legend" animation shows the island of Okoto to have all 6 elemental regions before Makuta forges the Mask of Ultimate Power. But The Island of Lost Masks states that Okoto was only jungle and water before the great cataclysm, with the resulting shockwaves reshaping the land to create the stone, ice, earth, and fire regions. - The Bionicle website shows the Ancient City to be located in the water region, but The Island of Lost Masks states that the city is in the jungle region. - The Protector of Jungle set has two sensor tails attached to his ankles. But in The Island of Lost Masks, Vizuna is described as having only one tail, attached to his lower back. - Skull Grinder is only given his proper name (Kulta) in a promotional spread for Lego Club Magazine. Both the chapter book and the animations refer to him only as Skull Grinder. -That same promotional spread hinted at a "fallen hero" backstory for Skull Slicer, implying that he may not be purely evil. But in the animations he's a one-dimensional cackling villain with no dialogue who gets defeated after only 2 episodes. When we get different versions of the same story, which one should be counted as "canon"? We don't have Greg this time around to clarify anything so I feel lost.
  7. This is my first epic I hope you enjoy it. Each chapter has the name of a toa; whichever toa's name appears for the chapter is who's thoughts are being narrated (3rd person omniscient) (If you've read the Heroes of Olympus series by Rick Riordan, you know what style I'm referring to). Enjoy the story Here's my review topic! The Masters of Okoto: The Lost Chronicles 1: Gali Gali walked quietly through the mountains contemplating where her destination really was. She knew she was looking for someone named Ekimu in an ancient city, but she didn’t know more than that. Kivoda, the Protector of Water, had mentioned that she wouldn’t be alone on her quest and Gali started thinking about that. There are others? Why haven’t I met them yet? What if we can’t work together? The more she thought about it, the more upset she got as she walked. She finally decided to sit on a rock and meditate on the matter for a few minutes. As she sat, she looked around and thought the view looked rather grand. From up there she could see the jungle, lush and green. The trees looked just as fluffy as the two clouds that were in the sky at the moment. On the other side of a rocky ridge was her village: her new home. It was a mostly rocky beach, but there were some sandy places in the distance just barely visible. The aqua-grey landscape glowed like the water that connected to it. Just seeing the region like this put her mind at ease, but not for long; it then raised a question: Why would anyone attack such a beautiful place? She pushed the thought out of her head and decided it was best to relax and meditate on the more pressing matters: she began to focus on what she should say to the others that Kivoda had mentioned. She closed her eyes and began to meditate. As she began to relax she heard something…music? She knew she must have been going mad. No, she heard harmonies and melodies coming further down the trail she was walking. She couldn’t concentrate on her meditation with that music playing and she was now curious as to who could be playing it so well. She didn’t know anyone in her village that could play that well; it was as if a God was playing this music! She decided to continue down the trail and check it out for herself. She trekked further into the mountains towards the sound of the music. It sounded as if it were just over the next stony ridge. She climbed it and just as she was about to peak over the ridge, she heard footsteps coming toward her from the left. She concentrated hard; she could feel a small well of water buried under the ground. If she were to be in trouble, she would utilize it against the enemy. She looked toward her left and couldn’t believe her eyes. Casually walking toward her was a figure similar to herself; only green and orange. He had a mischievous look to him as if he were up to no good, but he had a golden glowing mask just like the one she had to get before leaving for the city. “Hello,” he waved. “Lovely day for walk-hike in the mountains.” Gali, still dazed, shook her head and chuckled, “I suppose it is.” “I’m Toa Lewa, the master of jungle,” he said as he stuck is hand forward. “Gali, toa of water,” she met his hand and they shook. “Do you happen to hear-see music?” he asked. “Yeah. I was about to look over this ridge when I heard you approaching.” She looked at Lewa and chuckled. “Your footsteps startled me. Glad we’re on the same side.” The toa of jungle chuckled in agreement. “Let’s see what’s making that sound.” The two toa climbed up and stood on the ridge, looking down into a small rocky valley with a few trees in its center. The trees were the only thing in the landscape that wasn’t grey…except for the being sitting on a rock near the trees.
  8. Hello there! I'm not new to the site, but I'm new to writing epics. My epic can be read here. Please leave me any feedback, feel free to interpret things, give me ideas (no promises I'll use them), and whatnot.
  9. http://mate397.deviantart.com/art/Garu-Garu-548070462 *Garu Garus are docile and curious creature, which eventually led to their domestication by the Water Region villagers. Most of these reptilian/avian animals barely grow bigger than an average villager but sometimes bigger ones hatch from the nest and those become steeds for guards and annual games the villagers play. Though they look harmless now, Garu Garus weren't always like this, before becoming a humble herbivore, this creature was a very loose relative of the Crimson Raptor species inheriting it's sharp-teeth and carnivore nature, however after the Skull Spiders began to invade the island of Okoto, the Garu Garu were forced to become omnivore and soon herbivore to survive as the constant waves of spiders kept scaring off their prey.* Man I'm lazy x.x I had this little guy built for quite a while but I either didn't feel like taking photos of it or didn't have the time due to work/sleep after work. Never the less it's a cute little fella =D Details: http://mate397.deviantart.com/art/Garu-Garu-Side-548070605 http://mate397.deviantart.com/art/Garu-Garu-Back-548070675 http://mate397.deviantart.com/art/Garu-Garu-Size-548070761 http://mate397.deviantart.com/art/Ekimu-s-mighty-steed-548070815 http://mate397.deviantart.com/art/Ekimu-s-overweight-548070880
  10. http://mate397.deviantart.com/art/Crimson-Raptor-541571643 *Among the feiry hills of the Region of Fire, lives a close relative of the Desert Baras called Crimson Raptor. This reptile species, however is carnivorous, unlike it's desert cousin. Crimson Raptors have muscular legs for running fast as well as jumping on their prey with great force or just to hop from rock to rock through a lava river. At the heel they have a claw that can inject poison into it's prey so even if the prey tries to get away the poison will slow it down. The tail has two claws at the end which they use for a tail spin slash to injure or scare off any unwanted company. Crimson Raptors are aggressively territorial and will attack instantly, this discovery has led to many injuries and even fatal encounters. * Surprisingly this one I actually didn't really plan to make as I was trying to make a MOC somewhat based on the idea of an Ankylosaurus/Scowl from TF RID. But somehow I ended up with a revamp version of another older MOC that was from the Bara Magna era, since I already made one from that, I might as well make the 3rd one too. Detail shots: http://mate397.deviantart.com/art/Crimson-Raptor-Head-541571793 http://mate397.deviantart.com/art/Crimson-Raptor-Arm-541571894 http://mate397.deviantart.com/art/Crimson-Raptor-Leg-541571977 http://mate397.deviantart.com/art/Crimson-Raptor-Tail-541572066 http://mate397.deviantart.com/art/Crimson-Raptor-Back-541572139 http://mate397.deviantart.com/art/Crimson-Raptor-Comparison-Protector-541572242 http://mate397.deviantart.com/art/Crimson-Raptor-Comparison-Baras-541572322 http://mate397.deviantart.com/art/Crimson-Raptor-Caught-off-Guard-541572421 http://mate397.deviantart.com/art/Crimson-Raptor-Rules-of-Nature-541572533
  11. All pics link to Flickr! Description: The villagers of Okoto play this ancient sport to bring pride to their villages. The first villager to shoot a gem through the hoop three times wins the ceremonial mask. They are armed with weapons to knock away the opponent's gems and shooters to fire their gems through the hoop. Two score counters are also included. Background: This year I was able to attend the LEGO Inside Tour for the first time. The 34-person group I was in, which toured from the 19th of May to the 22nd, was the second tour group for 2015 and the 28th since the LEGO Inside Tour began. The most thrilling part of the LEGO Inside Tour, for me, was getting to meet and spend time with so many LEGO designers and others who help to make the LEGO Group the company that it is. However, the biggest surprise for me was connected with the building competition at the end of the first day. All tour participants were invited to think like a LEGO designer and design a potential set to meet certain constraints. The designers would judge them the next day before announcing the winners at an awards ceremony that evening. The parts provided for us included many BIONICLE pieces, but I was one of the only builders to create a primarily BIONICLE-based creation, since that is the style of building that comes most naturally to me. When I finished my model at around 10:20pm, a lot of other builders were still working on their own creations, so I didn't get to see what my model was up against until the awards ceremony. To my amazement, the model I created won first prize! It was the first BIONICLE creation to win first prize in the history of the LEGO Inside Tour. The designers liked that it had a clear play scenario and hit the desired price point almost exactly. I was awarded a LEGO set and a brick-built trophy printed with the Inside Tour logo. And yes, they let me keep my creation! Bonus pics:
  12. http://mate397.deviantart.com/art/Okoto-Mountain-Bat-538734937 *Before the Ancient City was abandoned some of the citizens had various pets, one of which was a species of bats which was loyal and obedient to it's owner. After the Ancient City was left empty the pet bats and other pets scattered across the island of Okoto evolving according to their new environment. Most of the bats settled in the higher caves of the mountains, and to match the terrain their colors altered for a more fitting camouflage.* This little was originally inspired by a character from one of the Transformers RID episodes, called NightStrike. But I also wanted to make a smaller MOC so I kept the size roughly around the same as the Silverbeak Buzzard. I tried my best to give the creation accurate batwings as much as possible, and I think it came out nicely, it's not perfect true, but it works just fine. Detail shots: http://mate397.deviantart.com/art/Bat-Head-538735052 http://mate397.deviantart.com/art/Bat-Wing-538735443 http://mate397.deviantart.com/art/Bat-Front-538735541 http://mate397.deviantart.com/art/Bat-Back-538735619 http://mate397.deviantart.com/art/Bat-Size-538735709 http://mate397.deviantart.com/art/Sneaky-Bat-538736010 http://mate397.deviantart.com/art/Brushie-brushie-brushie-538736131
  13. Welcome to Okoto Adventures, a comical comic featuring the Bionicle 2015 sets and other characters. I am Pohatu, and all these hiatuses with the Bionicle animations has left me bored. So what does any smart, normal Toa do when he is bored? Make comics of course! I must warn you though, I am a very busy Toa and these comics will be updated at a highly irregular schedule. Some weeks there might be two, others might have none. Without further ado.... I present to you the origins of OKOTO ADVENTURES. Comic #1. http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/RahkshiToa88/COMICS/okotoadventuresofficialstart.jpg Character Intros! Character Intro 1 Meet the Team Character Intro 2 Villains Intro! Normal Comics! Special Comics: Rahkshi comic special! Please comment and criticize. I want to know what I am doing right and how I can improve!
  14. http://mate397.deviantart.com/art/Chrova-the-Protector-of-Time-534251237 *Far far away from the shores of Okoto, there is a small island with a temple built on it. That temple is the home of the Protector of Time. He lives in solitude so he can be in harmony with the universe. One day a pleading call echoed in his temple, the inhabitants of Okoto were in need of heroes to save them from a great menace. Soon he heard the village elders' prayer and he used his powers to summon those great heroes the people of the island needed so desperately.* Since we are getting all these on the nose references about the Vahi (which honestly only the old fans get, new comers will have next to no clue what it's supposed to be) I had this idea of a character guarding/being in control of the mask. Though since I don't have an actual Vahi I had to settle with the adaptive Kakama Nuva. Detail shots: http://mate397.deviantart.com/art/Chrova-Legs-534251305 http://mate397.deviantart.com/art/Chrova-Arm-534251371 http://mate397.deviantart.com/art/Chrova-Torso-534251421 http://mate397.deviantart.com/art/Chrova-Hourglass-534251490 http://mate397.deviantart.com/art/Chrova-Back-534251562 http://mate397.deviantart.com/art/Chrova-Size-534251618
  15. http://imgur.com/a/ua4ZK Just got done with this project that's been in the works since January! (Took so long mostly because of procrastination ) Character bios are coming soon! Constructive criticism and feedback is welcome. Also just added the bios for each character along with their stats, so take a look!
  16. I was messing around with the CCBS parts and I came up with this creature. http://imgur.com/a/Oghvg I thought of him being a creature from another island or an ancient warrior of Okoto with the ability to run at super-sonic speeds. He'd probably act like an evil Quicksilver, I don't have much of a character fleshed out for him. I imagine him running at high-speed and disemboweling his enemies.
  17. Finally I made revamps of all Protectors. I was trying to make them a uniform design, and give them full colors from Toa. Big gallery: http://imgur.com/a/Gq6vs PoW: - blue shells added on arms,- dark transparent blue shells from legs changed to blue shells,- black foots changed to silver,- rebuild rotors,- thinner back, PoF: - transparent orange shells from legs and arms changed to red shells,- a little longer hands,- transparent orange hands changed to silver hands,- silver foots changed to red foots,- holding in other way blades,- added shell on back, PoJ: - changed transparent green shells from arms and legs to green shells, - changed yellow shells from torso and back to transparent green shells,- thinner back, PoE: - rebuild his torso- added gun to hand,- rebuild his weapon to club,- silver pads changed to black pads, PoS: - added silver pod on left arm,- silver shells from arm changed to dark orange shell,- gray bones changed to black bones,- added dark orange shell on back,- trans-lime bones changed to black bones, PoI: - silver foots changed to black foots,- gray bones changed to black bones,- a little longer hands,- thinner back,
  18. (All pics link to Flickr) Function Video (5 seconds) I was realizing the day before yesterday that the 2015 Toa have one strategic advantage over the 2015 BIONICLE villains: none of the villains appear to be able to fly. So I thought I'd even the odds. Obviously, I had to use a few placeholder parts, but I still think it conveys the general idea I was going for. Skull Ripper includes 87 pieces total, and so I imagine she would hit about the same $15 price point as the other skull villains. Skull Ripper's torso features the same Technic function as Skull Basher's, but here it serves two very different purposes. From a standing position, it allows Skull Ripper to stab an opponent with her talons. In flight, it allows her to flap her wings. Ideally, I'd prefer Skull Ripper to use Tr. Blue instead of Tr. Light Blue, but from a practical standpoint I found that I had a more useful range of pieces in Tr. Light Blue. Thoughts, comments, criticism? Please share! This is my first MOC I've completed to my satisfaction in a few months, so I'm very proud of it, but I'm sure there's room for improvement!
  19. So, finally I made revamps of all Toa, because for me there was few things to fix. I was trying to not making too big changes and left them as much original as I could. Big gallery: http://imgur.com/a/g7Acj Gali: - silver torso changed to gunmetal version,- gunmetal shells from arm changed to blue shells,- yellow pieces in axe changed to one gunmetal piece, and gold spear added to top of axe,- silver axe blades changed to gunmetal blades from Lewa, Tahu: - red mask changed to trans-orange mask,- silver foots changed to gold foots,- added red calf,- shorter legs for better fit to foots,- silver hands changed to trans-orange hands,- changed red simple torso to red detailed torso, Lewa: - changed green simple torso to green detailed torso,- rebuild of his axes (now it looks like axes), silver blades from Gali,- silver foots changed to green foots,- little shorter arms, Onua: - rebuild of his maul,- moving shoulders rebuild to stiff version,- silver torso changed to purple detailed torso,- extension to bones removed, and added longer bones instead of that, Pohatu: - silver shells from legs and arm changed to brown/dark orange shells,- silver hands changed to black hands,- longer legs,- silver armlet added to left arm,- trans-lime bones changed to black bones, Kopaka: - spear silver blade changed to ice blade,- shield new mount to hand, new position of shield,- silver torso changed to white detailed torso,- yellow gear rack changed to white gear rack,- trans-blue hands changed to white hands,- foots changed to Mata foots,- more slim calfs, Fight!
  20. http://imgur.com/a/af80B Not much for me to say here, I explained the functions over on Imgur. This model holds all of the new Toa Okoto. I actually had this complete about a month ago, but buddy over on Bricklink decided to mess up my order for the last Bohrok shield I needed and I'm already working on a better version, but at least everyone can see the first version
  21. 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)
  22. 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.”
  23. Hey, everypony! Sorry, brony reference. Anyway, after digging through this site I've found out how to start a new topic, so I wanted to discuss my theory. I think that Lewa has been made a Toa of plantlife in the 2015 reboot, or "The green" as the Matoran used to call it. Speaking of Lewa, do you think that the new Toa will get Nuva forms in 2016, or will it just be new enemies from here on out?
  24. 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.
  25. The thing I hate most about G2 is the complete lack of any backstory of the island. So far, the only story material we have are the brief blurbs on each Toa and Protector on Lego.com and the videos, which doesn't provide much. Of all of the villagers on all of Okoto, the only one with some hint of characterization is the Protector of Fire. This is precisely why everyone loves MNOLG so much. It gave a look into the lives of the everyday villagers, the ones who fished or sailed or sold or who could fight off the Rahi just fine without the Toa's help. The Toa weren't the only heroes of the story, fighting for some villagers smacked in only to have something to fight for. So I've been thinking about it a bit in my course of drawing and building characters. What exactly could this character's personality be like? Let's start with the Protectors. Of course, this is all my own headcanon and is in no way official, but until we get something clearer, I'm treating it as canon. Protectors: These elite villagers of Okoto are called to be guardians of their people and culture. Each Protector is chosen from the family of the previous, typically the first born, though special circumstances have occurred in the past. When the current Protector reaches a certain age, they select their successor and pass on their mask and weapons in a grand ceremony attended by the whole island. Their names are replaced by their title, a show of their commitment to leave their previous life and turn towards their people. Each mask was crafted from sacred materials by Ekimu himself, distinguishing them from the typical villager masks. Protector of Fire: One of the most experienced Protectors, the Protector of Fire has seen much of the world. He has been fighting for his village for decades, always looking for the time when the Masters would come to liberate them forever. He has searched every prophesy and is filled with much ancient wisdom. In battle, he is fierce and unrelenting. His large frame is surprisingly agile, able to twist around enemy blows, yet deliver punishing strikes with his swords, just like his element. His Mask of Fire was forged from crystals found in the heart of the Okoto volcanoes. It is rare to see one come to the surface of the lava, and rarer still to obtain it. It is said the very essence of fire is captured within those fractals, a power the Protector of Fire uses to great effect. His flame swords are mounted on swiveling handles, allowing him to twirl them around in combat to redouble the force of his strikes. A slow spin is usually enough to frighten away the creatures that lurk in the dark, but when Skull Spiders come to battle, they are met with the white-hot blades as they whirl in blazing tornadoes in his hands. Protector of Earth: The eldest of the current Protectors, the Protector of Earth is brash and loud. His rumbling voice is often heard echoing through the caverns of the Earth Region. Despite his... rough personality, his devotion to his people is unquestionable. He is always at the forefront of every battle, blasting away with his chest cannon or shredding through opponents with his drill. When the village is at peace, he can often be found in the mines, digging away alongside his fellows. The Protector of Earth's drill, armor, and mask are formed from the rarest of Okoto's gems, a hardy and lustrous purple stone found only in the deepest caverns. Some have questioned if they bury themselves there, pushing away from unworthy hands with powers of Earth. If his launcher ever runs out of energy, he has throwing knives in ready supply and has become quite adept at their use. Protector of Stone: Though rarely seen in his home village, his skills with his staff are not to be questioned. Since the current Protector of Stone was instated, not a single Skull Spider has been seen within the village boundaries, though occasionally a villager will stumble upon an old carcass, killed in one blow with his deadly accuracy. When he can be found, he barely speaks, and only then in a hoarse whisper. The Mask of Stone was forged from the purest sand caught in a rare phenomenon: arcs of pure energy that cut across the Stone Region's deserts. Perhaps it is caused by the heat, but many affirm it is some ancient magic of the land. His staff-mounted elemental sandstone blaster is effective at close and long range. The long energy prongs, formed of the same energy that created his mask, are able to slice through most substances, though he rarely needs to use them. Protector of Ice: No one expected her sudden calling to be the next Protector of Ice, least of all herself. Even before taking on the mantle, she was shy and unsure of herself. Her aim with anything was shaky, her carving skills were cringe-worthy, and she couldn't seem to manage to get anywhere without falling on the ice. Her new responsibility has helped little. Though her new weapons make things slightly easier, she can't help but feel she was the worst possible villager for the job. Perhaps her purpose will only be apparent in time. Truly, it is only her weapons that give her hope of success, for it is difficult to fail with enchanted ice at your side. Legends say the mask, ice blade, and shield appeared from the ice at Ekimu's approach. They are bitterly cold to the touch and show no signs of melting even after generations of use. Protector of Jungle: The fastest gal in the land; Brynn was known as a messenger long before she took up the title of Protector of Jungle. She knows half the island like the back of her hand, and the other half well enough to get a message to anyone. Some of the other Protectors claim she shirks her duty to her people in favor of exploring the island or socializing, but whenever there is an attack, the Protector of Jungle is always there, appearing as if from the jungle itself. Her Mask of Jungle is carved from the sacred wood of the Jungle Region's Spirit Trees. These great monoliths are said to twist the junglearound them, only allowing those who are worthy to approach. This same ability to control the greenery is contained in her mask, and its wise guidance whispers to her through the vines trailing from her form. Her bow, the weapon of every Protector of Jungle, at first appears to be merely a tangle of vines and thorns, but with the assistance of her power, it is able to fire straight and true with greater power than any crafted before or since. (Yes, this was inspired by Bynn the Breaker from Bastion, as well as gk733 on DA) Protector of Water: The newest of the current line of Protectors and by far the youngest. She almost seems too youthful and naive to possibly save anyone, but she has proven herself a prodigy in swimming and combat. Her new tools only enhance her already great skill. She would be a formidable force to reckon with if she could just stay focused. Far too many times she has swam off to explore the sea floor, only to return to find a battle had been fought and won without her. Though she is young, the people can only forgive her curiosity so many times. On closer inspection, one would find her seemingly solid mask ripples softly. Its entire shape is formed by water, held together by some unknown power. The villagers had watched Ekimu as he walked through them wordlessly and stood at the shore as if waiting. Then, the Mask of Water washed up to him on a wave, and he handed it to the first Protector of Water. Her torpedo launcher and turbines pull her through the water at seemingly impossible speeds, and she had grown accustomed to using the new weapons.
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