#nynrah

[bobthedoctor27]

Malruuk

Renowned Nynrah Ghost and leader of a prominent crafting guild. Malruuk made a name for himself with early success inventing the firing mechanism that would be later used by other Fe-Matoran crafters in the Zamor Launcher. He was ruthless in his practice and often absorbed entire operations into his guild.

During the Reign of Shadows, he openly began creating weapons for the armies of Makuta, commissioning new Exo-Toa and Protosteel molds to equip the Rahkshi armies invading the rest of the universe. Ethically ambiguous and morally dubious, Malruuk had a historic ability to always back the winning side, be they Makuta, Dark Hunter, or Vortixx.

Malruuk uses a Matoran body design I’ve been tinkering with since 2011. His mask is a noble Kadin designed by Exota Forge.

#bionicle #bobthedoctor27 #lego #mocs #bonkles #matoran #nynrah ghosts #nynrah #ocs #toy photography #classic lego #action figure #shapeways

[randomwriteronline]

Lesser known Mangai, now all with names (the plot relevant three are found here and the unnamed Po-Toa here)

#bionicle #humanized bionicle #toa mangai #random draws #only canon name is ofc Naho; all other names dont mean fuck and i made them up in my head #partially reutilizing suffixes and prefixes from other names bc im still sort of intrigued by the nokama & vakama and onua & whenua deal #prefixes used are whe- mack- tu- (ma- is debatable); suffixes used are -ini and -tau #whexie is read whe-shee-eh; all other names follow the roman pronounciation for vowels #also hc that in nynrah the Y is read as a deep U when preceding a vowel so pyea used to pronounce Eyini as 'eh-uui-nee'

[toacody]

M.O.C.24:Phantom The Dark Hunter

Being mutated does come with limited employment opportunities.

Source

Creator: Trimondius01

#lego #bionicle #mutation #mutant #matoran #matoran universe #fe-matoran #matoran of iron #nynrah ghost #dark hunters #hunter #bounty hunter #crafts #crafter #cloth #cape #multiple models #multiple limbs #multiple arms #tool #armor #armor plates

[wjbs-bonkle-au]

Damn, the Ben 10 wiki’s making some deep Bonkle lore references (source).

Edit: also these two non-canon alien prisoners kinda look like Toa:

#bionicle #not au #ben 10 #nynrah ghosts #honestly bionicle and ben 10 are kinda deeply linked in my mind #like there was this spore user i used to follow who made toa and aliens #and there was the ~2010 Lego theme that was just Hero Factory but bigger with bionicle style limbs

[bionigrls]

Nobody can stop me from calling the ammo used by the nynrah ghostblaster a nynrah ghost.

#bionicle #i KNOW its the name of the people who made it but that is also really stupid #why is it called a nynrah ghostblaster instead of a nynraghost blaster then? #simple: it blasts ghosts

[rahiwatching]

I’ve been thinking about the location placement in the MU (I may or may not be trying to re-jig the official map to get all the islands to fit inside the shape of the GSR) and this particular piece of trivia is really throwing me:

Now, this is based on the Destiny War serial rather than word of Greg from answered questions, so it was probably written around the same time that Greg was giving the instructions on how the MU map should be drawn. Given the description, it sounds like the only island this could be is the one circled in red here:

Now, at first glance, this does indeed look like it’s just a short distance from Nynrah, until you remember that this island is in the GSR’s leg, while Nynrah is in the arm, meaning that from Nynrah you would have to go all the way up the arm then all the way down the torso to get there, which would be quite a journey.

Greg probably just wasn’t looking at the map when he wrote the line in Destiny War about this, but how do you think in canon this can be explained?

My current thought is that the MU is designed in such a way that some of the sea gates are actually Olmak style portals which help link the islands in the arms with those in the torso, and potentially the ones in one leg with the ones in the other. The idea is that these would be constantly activated, and so large that they just seem to the inhabitants to be a regular gate.

That’s the only way I can think of fixing this discrepancy anyway, but I’d love to hear everyone else’s thoughts on it.

I think this would help in keeping Artakha hidden too, as this way you wouldn’t have to sail past it each time you wanted to go to any of the islands in the western chain.

#bionicle #lego bionicle #GSR #matoran universe #theory #fan theory

[irradiated-imp]

So when Melu became a Toa his Sky Speeder was upgraded to a Sky Bike. It's incredibly fast and can carry a large amount of weight. It's euipped with twin energy blasters on the nose, and a Nynrah Ghost blaster on the underside of the vehicle.

#bionicle #bionicle moc #lego #lego moc #okoto nui #toa #Sky Bike #Toa Melu #Melu #Toa of Air #Le-Toa

[gigamesh-mocs]

Cistito, Toa of Psionics

Weapon: Psionic Amplifier Frame

Mask: Mask of Rebounding (Great Ruru by Galva)

A proud and powerful Psychic, a botched mission as a young Toa caused her legs to be very frail so she, with the help of a Nynrah Ghost gifted in building prosthetics, developed a Fikou-like walker frame that doubles as an antennae for her Elemental Powers.

Built for TheLegendReborn’s Torso buildng challenge. (3/16)

#bionicle #lego #toa #stud.io #toa of psionics #Cistito #TLR torso challenge

[joompheart]

My Mistika mateys! Special guests the Mahri Nui Mackerels!

Gali has always been a standout of the Toa Mata/Nuva and she retains that position now. She holds her Nynrah Ghostblaster in the best way for posability, and has the Coolest mask EVER! This is her defining look for me. Shame that she's also the least blue in this case, but that's ok. The Mistika Toa as a whole are super super cool.

I think I'll build Trinuma soon, that would be really fun! One of the better looking Combiners I say!

Gorast is ostensibly my favorite of the swamp Makuta, but unfortunately my set is really delicate. Her ankle is fractured so she has a lot of trouble keeping herself from falling on her face unless I balance her just right. Surprisingly Bitil is probably the most fun to actually play with, even though hes a slimeball :)

Hydraxon is great and Dekar has got lovely colors. Shame Defilak is so dark, because I can't really put him any further forward so he blends right in to the shadows. Morak and Thulox are baller.

#reidak is there too #bionicle

[agils-01]

Toa Dume, Hero from the Past (ver. Mirai)

Front View.

Back View.

Equipped with the Inferno Gunblade.

Dume on the Millenium Chaser.

Ditto but with the Gunblade in his hand.

The Millenium Chaser, a special vehicle that Dume commissioned the Nynrah Ghosts with some help from Nuparu.

The Inferno Gunblade with the Scorch Blade attached to it.

Activated alt. (The Scorch Blade superheated to emit the orange glow)

#bioniclemoc #bionicle #lego #moc #toa_dume #dume #toa #mov #stud.io

[nattarthetimedragon]

Zarontakk Makuta of Nynrah (they/them)

#bionicle #moc #makuta

[bobthedoctor27]

Onua Mistika STARs

I always loved the BIONICLE STARs line. Here we have Onua Mistika in that minimized scale.

Able to adjust his wing tips and fire his Nynrah Ghostblaster, I’m very happy with the end result. I’ve often been criticised for simple builds, especially when it comes to my STARs creations. This is my attempt to use alternate parts and the broader style of Av-Matoran/Agori torso on one of my creations.

It seems my collection of Adaptive Onua custom figures is growing!

#onua #bionicle #bonkles #lego #bionicle stars #revamps #lego bionicles #toy photography #bionicle onua

[randomwriteronline]

In the time before time, a Toa of Iron arrived to a Nynrah village.

"Arrived" perhaps paints too pretty a picture.

None knew how he got there, nor how he survived long enough to do so; it remained that he dragged himself to the quiet huts upon his arms, clawing at the harsh terrain as what was left of his lower half trailed across the ground, fighting with his failing body to stay alive and clutching in his hand, desperately, a Toa Stone.

The Matoran answered to his feeble call as he begged them to greet him, for that is what Matoran do, and poured out into the wide barren streets. But the stone's sight struck them with horror and omens of unspeakable disasters.

He'd come to doom them, then? To send them all to Karzahni, to be split open and rearranged? To join their lost siblings, whose homes had been collapsed upon them leaving naught but bones and silence? He who was meant to protect them - he'd come to drag one of their own into his destiny of death?

They shivered as the being pleaded them for a successor with what little breath he still had; but every time he offered the Stone to them they all recoiled as though struck harshly, and pulled themselves back in terror.

Except for the Toolmaker.

In that village of steel and rock, he was a quiet Po-Matoran. He carved, sometimes, as Po-Matoran do; he made simple tools for his brothers to use, the kind they were too busy to make themselves. He was ordinary, despite it all: withdrawn and silent as all Nynrah Ghosts are.

He remained still for it was in his nature - a passive soul, like a cliff overlooking the lowlands. There was no courage in his immobility, no apparent thought, no apparent will.

Slowly, in the suffocating quiet, his Fe- and Po-brothers grouped behind him.

He allowed them to push him forward, knowing well that a Toa of Iron would bring too much attention, and that no simple carver wanted to lose their armor in battle; he took the Stone in hand when the dying warrior offered it once more, pleadingly, for there simply was no other option.

The Toa clamped his palms around the Matoran's.

"Toolmaker," he spoke with struggling, heaving breaths, shaking lightly, overwhelmed by the cold feeling snaking into his limbs and yet resigned, for he too once had been a Ghost. "For your brothers' sake - I must disappear."

The Toolmaker did not respond, for there was no point in it.

His arms slid beneath the warrior's: he lifted him as best as he could, unaided, for all others had already fled away from sight - as though the still living half of a body was so cursed that a mere touch could have tainted them - and dragged him into his small hut.

There was a long quiet; then a sudden deafening whisper, like crystal shattered beneath a hammer; and then, the song of the forge.

The Toolmaker emerged after hours of silent work. Toa Stone in hand, a clawed mortar worthy of a Toa as his only company, he left the small funerary settlement with not a breath to follow him inside the small temple in which Mata Nui himself refused to speak.

He never came back from it.

A Toa of Stone - a beautiful being - arrived to a Nynrah village.

None came to greet him, and he did not ask them to; he moved through its few streets knowing well the path to follow as though he'd lived there his whole life, looking for a toolmaker's hut.

He did not find it.

What he found were pieces of rubble that might have once been walls or a roof, and no trace of anything else peeking through the wreckage - all stolen, all scavenged, reused, claimed by someone else, for that is how death and ascension look in Nynrah: a lack of existence to begin with.

The Toa of Stone kneeled on the ground, collected what pieces of what once had been home he could find, and placed them into an orderly pile.

Then, with his clawed mortar, he flattened them, and flattened them, and flattened them, until they were naught but a fine sheet of rock. And he grasped it with both hands, and waved it in the still air, watching it fold and flap like fabric as it slowly stretched into a rectangle; he wrapped himself in it, a little clumsily maybe (as he'd never gotten much chance to do so), and as invisible eyes spied him he departed from the village of ghosts never to return again.

A Toa of Stone - a beautiful being - arrived to a Toa fortress.

None had to wonder where he'd come from: his name alone, with its peculiar pronunciation, his distant quiet nature, his craftsman's mind still anchored to thoughts and rhythms and habits of a life he had passively allowed himself to be torn from, betrayed the truth of his spectral heritage.

None knew what to make of him, for he seldom spoke and simply followed orders, and only repaired all that they brought him without a word, and fixed the walls and roof when they asked him; so they left him be within the fortress, stagnating once more as a mason and repairman, and so for thousands of years lived Toa Pyea, the beautiful, who sat alone like a prized statue not allowed to be scratched even by the winds in the mortuary company of Odahiti, the clawed mortar.

(None knew why the tool was named, nor why with a Toa's name; none ever wondered, so none ever asked.)

And so for thousands of years he lived, in a long, still, lifeless life.

And then, a Kanohi Dragon attacked Metru Nui.

#bionicle #toa mangai #random writing #BACKSTORY FOR PYEA. BACKSTORY FOR ONE THOUSAND YEARS #Odahiti is named after Aphrodite - who gave life to the statue that became Galatea after Pygmalion prayed to her #i dont like the idea that all mangai but lhikan were essentially *~°legally sanctioned criminals°~* based only on tuyet and nidhiki's deals #however! making them A Little Fucked Up is always fun #and this allows me to add onto the remedios la bella and galatea parallels hehehehe

[sepublic]

Can't believe the Kestora wasted the Red Star's last functioning teleport on a dude who could've teleported himself back to the Matoran Universe anyway... I'm surprised Mata Nui did nothing over what should be a major function/organ of his not working properly; Surely Artakha and the Mask of Creation could've fixed the teleporter, right? Especially when you get onto Botar's species, and how apparently only Botar ever got revived on the Red Star since its teleporter broke down, and his mind conveniently got scrambled in the resurrection process.

I'm still stuck over the fact that Gaardus could've easily fixed this entire problem by using his power to teleport the newly-resurrected back to the Matoran Universe; But I guess he really is that bitter over a few Matoran mutating him, so screw everybody stuck on the Red Star, right? There's probably so many problems that could've been avoided if the resurrected were able to return. Hell, it arguably works in Gaardus' personal interests too; Given he made it a routine to wait for the Nynrah Ghosts who experimented on him at their respawn point, just so he could keep killing them in revenge.

Gaardus outright muses that maybe he should've just gone back to the Red Star to begin with, if he wanted to continue his revenge; And given the amorality of the Kestora, it'd have been easy to work out an arrangement where he teleports the revived back to the Matoran Universe, and in return they keep repairing and sending back the rogue Nynrah Ghosts to Gaardus for him to murder. In fact, the very Matoran who gave Gaardus his teleporting powers might've been able to help, right? If they've visited the Red Star multiple times now...

But who knows how Gaardus' teleportation works; When he received it, could he teleport to every place he'd already visited up until that point, or only places he'd visited since he received his powers? If the Kestora have the means and components to repair just about anyone, even mutations that weren't part of the Great Beings' or Mata Nui's schematics (hence Gaardus), I feel like it should've been possible for them to give somebody the same teleportation range as Botar's species.

This makes me wonder if there used to be stories about people who died with their brains intact managing to return good as new, restored by the Great Spirit himself; So people figured out the brain was the final weakness of all beings in the Matoran Universe. But then people stopped respawning period, no matter how light the damage to their bodies was, and people just dismissed the whole thing as some creation myth. I wonder if there's a Matoran Universe equivalent to Cain, the first person who figured out you could permanently kill somebody by going for the brain.

#bionicle #kestora #red star #gaardus

[wjbs-bonkle-au]

Ok so, until recently the lore document for my main Bionicle AU included a list of Toa, Matoran and Turaga designs for each reason. I tried to make them as renders for a post; however, eventually I ran out of steam and gave up.

The designs - and additional commentary - are below.

Mata (left to right: Matoran of Poison, Toa of Iron, Turaga of Psionics)

Not much to note for these three.

Metru (left to right: Turaga of Air, Toa of Earth, Matoran of Fire)

The Turaga is based on Gold Good Guy Lhikan, while the Matoran is literally just a fanmade Metru Matoran build that one of the packs I use contains.

Western Continent (left to right: Turaga of Sonics, Matoran of Ice, Toa of Gravity)

I kinda wish we got an official Voyan Turaga.

Zakaz (left to right: Matoran of Plantlife, Turaga of Stone, Toa of Water)

I underestimated how tall Vezon is, but just kinda ran with it; instead of a wise mentor thing, my idea was that they were more like morally-ambiguous handlers for the more combat-oriented Zakaz Toa. Also the Matoran are Bad Guy because of course they are.

Nynrah (left to right: Matoran of Plasma, Toa of Lightning, Turaga of Magnetism)

I have no idea why I made the Nynrah inhabitants Slizer-themed, but it works I guess.

Visorak (left to right: Turaga of Plantlife, Toa of Shadows, Matoran of Air)

Again, not much to say, other than that the Matoran is a Colony Drone headswap.

Daxia (left to right: Matoran of Stone, Turaga of Plasma, Toa of Psionics)

Hey, remember that intentionally-silly Helryx design I posted ages ago? Yeah, this is a reference to that.

Destral (left to right: Matoran of Iron, Turaga of Poison, Toa of Fire)

Because I don't have the Shadow Matoran wings, I had to give the Matoran awkward multi-part wings. You can't really see them, but trust me; they're not great.

Odina (left to right: Toa of Air, Matoran of Ice)

I kinda got lazy; the lore is that Odina Toa and Turaga look basically the same.

I do have all the designs saved as templates, so I might use some of these designs in the AU, though probably not as regional designs.

#bionicle #wrens main bionicle au

[medaknight4]

Frozen Assets

Chapter 1: License and Registration

Matua paced to one of the larger holding cells, blank tablet and chisel clipped to his hip. The scars of recent battle made his frozen home (and his joints) creak but such things wouldn't dissuade the sentry from doing his job. Instead of mulling in the anger and massive headache, the warrior pondered – something he was very good at. Odd that there isn't anything on the Wall about these people. Thousands of years of proven history and not a single mention of this ragtag team. I have to be the one to add them to it! Who they are, who they've been; what can they tell me about this world? I just wish it were under better circumstances. The Toa of Plantlife approached the door and was about to enter when he realized that he was still pretty much livid at said circumstances. Oh Matua – your mask may be calm but you still feel it. Can't question them with blurred vision. Breathe in… breathe out…

He closed his eyes and let the cold stone and air surrounding him temper the fire in his heart. It was embers now, more manageable, more useful. Matua swung open the door with practiced panache and eased himself down into the chair opposite the prisoners. Good, they haven't destroyed anything. I'm thankful that they surrendered their weapons but I have the feeling they don't need them to do some serious damage. Some of those things never stood a chance. Without missing a beat, he initiated the interrogation: “Name, base of operations; license and registration.”

The trio looked to each other, masks plastered with confusion. “We can give you our names if you wish but, respectfully, what are you even talking about? Toa don't need to announce themselves like that.”

So Silver is the face. Might be the leader but I've known the type to let their deputy do the talking. He might just also like hearing the sound of his own voice. We'll see. “Please don't feign ignorance in a Toa Fortress of all places, Sweet and Low. The Code states that we do things by the word. Our word. So I'll ask again: license and registration.”

“We have no such identification on us, Brother. Also, Sweet and Low?”

“The three of us agreed to this meeting and have observed your strange customs because cooperation is paramount.” Lime paused. “Lesovikk, Nikila, Vinik.” He pointed to himself and his comrades in turn.

Matua couldn't keep his eyes from widening but he wrangled them back into place in short order. So that explains it! The standard line of questioning doesn't apply to the Toa Cordak in the slightest but I'll keep on track, see how much they'll reveal on their own. The Brotherhood is not gonna like this…

“Base of operations? Having some corroboration with your assignment would be greatly appreciated.” Matua let slip a little menace on his last word, his favored poison. Not enough to kill, of course, but hopefully some agitation will get him somewhere.

“We don't have a base. We sort of, um, wander around…” The one known as Vinik said sheepishly, rubbing a hand on his patched up arm. “We're looking for something. Something important to us.” The Toa's eyes glazed over in a pained look.

It's not the arm doing that. No amount of healing I could do would fix losing one's Matoran. I just hope the stories are true and I can feel bad about using that inflection on them.

“So no references of any kind?” Matua sighed and shook his head. “Ghosts on the breeze. Might as well ship you off Nynrah with a pat on the back.” His eyes darted to the final unknown in this equation to gauge her response.

Navy – or Nikila, rather – has yet to speak. Her eyes are hanging on every word; she's extracting information, just like me. Gotta be careful about this one–

“Look, uh…”

“Matua.”

“We didn't ask to get involved with this,” Vinik pleaded, practically throwing his hands in the air. “I can understand you're on edge but I was hoping for some common decency. We were tailing a couple of ne'er-do-wells; we didn't sign up for a Frostelus invasion!”

“Nor the cave in that followed.”

Matua raised a brow. Ah, she speaks. With her own venom no less! On the offense to counter my own, laser-guided. I have a feeling this lightning lass is going to prove useful for the Wall; might even fill some gaps if we're lucky. The Toa of the Green let his facade melt as he put one hand on the table, the other massaging his aching head. “I want to trust you all, it's the least I can do after saving who you could save, but–”

“You were knocked out.” Nikila leaned back in her seat, satisfied with herself. “Can't be a character witness if you didn't see anything.”

Matua almost smiled. Almost. “Have you interrogated before?”

“Not at all,” Nikila replied, shaking her head. “It's simply what makes sense.”

Vinik beamed with pride. “And that's why she's the strategist.” Lesovikk nodded with the assessment but Matua had the correct assumption that the he was smiling just as hard as his teammate on the inside.

The Toa of Air eventually piped up. “We couldn't save the others but we were able to protect this.” His masked glowed a spectral green as he pulled out a spherical stone from his back. “What is it?”

Matua's face darkened as Nikila's lit up. “Look at you, deft-hands! You've been favoring the Brakas lately, huh Les?”

He nodded as the Faxon dimmed, his concentration subsiding. “Nightmares aside, they're a fun bunch of Rahi. Useful for playing tricks–” Lesovikk turned to face the frowning Toa in front of him. “–or to do some reconnaissance without interference.”

Oh, so they're all clever. Fan-freaking-tastic. Flail and Mace need to pay more attention during the tools check. Matua sat there, silently seething. He was tempted to simply swipe the stone from the more senior Toa but that would've sent the wrong message, namely that it is, in fact, important. An easy lie of omission. Maybe now is the time I play my hand.

“Excellent job stealing a fortress key, Toa Cordak. Since you've been the only ones in the dungeon as of late, it's pretty much useless. But, inventory is inventory.” Matua held out his hand as he gauged the masks in front of him. There's hurt in those eyes. But I expected… more. Poison stings less with repeated exposure; perhaps they're inoculated to the revelation.

Lesovikk returned the Makoki stone without a word. “How long have you known?”

“He's known the entire time. Ever since we gave our names.” Nikila eyed her interrogator, both impressed and miffed.

“It was the eyes, wasn't it?” Matua replied. “The real interesting thing is that we have absolutely no record of you all, just hearsay from our fellow Toa. Now I can't judge you for what you've done, or what you've been through, but what I can grill you for not knowing the Code. Seriously, have none of you heard it?”

Vinik chuckled despite himself. “I think we predate both the Code and this Fortress by a couple thousand years.”

“Or at the very least,” Lesovikk offered, “in its current state. The last time we heard of the Code, it was a single edict: Heroes don't kill. Has it changed at all since then?”

Matua stroked his chin as he quickly formulated his response. “It certainly has expanded beyond that one parameter, that's for sure. A series of social norms grew out of that idea, gaining leaves every few hundred years, being codified every half millennia or so. I suppose when you've been steeped in it, these things don't seem to change that quick.” Imagine how it must be, then, to be dropped into this brand new world with not but a lifetime of sorrow in your shoulders. He sighed. “We can help each other. Information is hard to come by in this leg of the woods, and from what I've heard, you've been in several thickets of your own-"

"Maybe we can prune these plant metaphors if we agree to help? It might be worth it for that alone." Nikila rolled her eyes but she was clearly enjoying herself.

Matua shrugged in kind, a faint smile finally gracing his mask. "You got me there." The Toa of Plantlife gently laid a couple of fingers on Vinik's arm as he continued, his Kanohi Kaosa beginning to brighten the dark chamber. "I'll show you three to our temporary quarters and get you up to speed. But you are coming with me afterwards." His attention shifted from Nikila back to his new patient. "How's the arm?"

Vinik flexed apprehensively, and then once more with glee. "I'll be. You've got my mask's counterpart!"

"The only thing it doesn't heal are broken hearts and myself, and Brother, I've dealt with both plenty." Matua extended his fist, offering a Toa's greeting. "Welcome to Toa Fortress Outpost 42. Apologies for the new decor; the Frostelus are lousy renovators."

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#bionicle #my shitty writing #fanfic