Nynrah lies south of Odina, and is the home of the Nynrah Ghosts: exceptional Fe-Matoran craftsmen who of note, modified Makuta armor so that they could more easily move in it in after they had evolved into a gas-like state. This island likely possesses the largest population of Fe-Matoran in the Matoran Universe, all of which are capable of creating all sorts of unique and interesting stuff.
*Outside my outpost, I, Makuta Kuhtak, stand waiting for a shipment of weapons. After some time, a team of oxen-like Rahi of my own creation pull a cart full of new weapons for my armory, hand-crafted by the Nynrah Ghosts themselves. I examine each of the weapons one by one, noting the fine craftsmanship of the Nynrah Ghosts, though at the same time mildly irritated that I had to wait longer and thus miss whatever gathering was called at Destral. Satisfied, I command several crab-like Rahi, also of my own creation, to relocate the weapons to my armory. I then set the Oxen-like Rahi free from the cart and teleport to Destral.*
There are fe-Matoran living on the island. And obvious signs of expert craftsmanship.
He glides to a halt above the home of one such matoran. He peeks his upside down head through the window using a trick of Gravity. "'Ello! Would you be so kind as to fix my arm?"
There are fe-Matoran living on the island. And obvious signs of expert craftsmanship.
He glides to a halt above the home of one such matoran. He peeks his upside down head through the window using a trick of Gravity. "'Ello! Would you be so kind as to fix my arm?"
Several fe-Matoran shrug and take the Ba-Toa into one of their workshops so they can get the arm fixed.
He glides to a halt above the home of one such matoran. He peeks his upside down head through the window using a trick of Gravity. "'Ello! Would you be so kind as to fix my arm?"
Several fe-Matoran shrug and take the Ba-Matoran into one of their workshops so they can get the arm fixed.
*Makuta Kuhtak teleport back to Nynrah and goes to his outpost. He paces back and forth as he contemplates the existence of a new Makuta.* "This doesn't make any sense at all! A new Makuta can't just appear out of nowhere." *He stops pacing.* "That newbie is hiding something..."
