Then they would be correct. Why are you being so confusing though?
Just get the matoran. On here, you'd want Avarella, Voitaria, Batoraxxa and Galit(rexa).
Stelt will have Tahlenarix, Onurakna, Fenoraknh, Botanara, Konalia, Koixare and Avoh(terax) under "Marionette", while elsewhere on the island will be Pohkan, Sukon(arax), Fatronis and Polaris.
The last members would be Cetalia, who is on Karzahni, and is a Toa, as well as the twins, Oviron and Deytanira (who have yet to be created)
That's my super power. Deals for that.
IC: "Is this everyone?"
OOC: What a fantastic and mighty list. Now it's starting to look like a journey.
Then they would be correct. Why are you being so confusing though?
Just get the matoran. On here, you'd want Avarella, Voitaria, Batoraxxa and Galit(rexa).
Stelt will have Tahlenarix, Onurakna, Fenoraknh, Botanara, Konalia, Koixare and Avoh(terax) under "Marionette", while elsewhere on the island will be Pohkan, Sukon(arax), Fatronis and Polaris.
The last members would be Cetalia, who is on Karzahni, and is a Toa, as well as the twins, Oviron and Deytanira (who have yet to be created)
That's my super power. Deals for that.
IC: "Is this everyone?"
OOC: What a fantastic and mighty list. Now it's starting to look like a journey.
OOC: You don't have to find Cetalia, Oviron, Deytanira, Pohkan, Sukon, Fatronis or Polaris *shrugs* If you want to, that's cool, but ya don't have ta
IC: "Azera is off to the Southern Isles, but yes."
A Makuta appears on the outskirts. All Nynrah suddenly begin having thoughts, ideas, and even detailed memories on how to craft with Protosteel.
The Makuta slowly discovers the secrets on how to forge Protosteel. The toughest protodermis ore type, the hottest flame, the ultimate purification, hammered and folded atop a purified metallic protodermis slab of a specific temperature, and oil cooling. He knows all of these steps by heart. The product is Blue Metalic Protodermis. Obviously a step or two on protosteel was hidden just as well as it was crafted. Makuta Amakka is angry, but he presses on. This time he orders a suit, describing his evolved state and promising rich reward.
A Makuta appears on the outskirts. All Nynrah suddenly begin having thoughts, ideas, and even detailed memories on how to craft with Protosteel.
The Makuta slowly discovers the secrets on how to forge Protosteel. The toughest protodermis ore type, the hottest flame, the ultimate purification, hammered and folded atop a purified metallic protodermis slab of a specific temperature, and oil cooling. He knows all of these steps by heart. The product is Blue Metalic Protodermis. Obviously a step or two on protosteel was hidden just as well as it was crafted. Makuta Amakka is angry, but he presses on. This time he orders a suit, describing his evolved state and promising rich reward.
He waits, looking for hints on what really goes on in the forge. At one point, he spots a Takea tooth carving tool, though he knows that it had to have been used for the finished product.
The Makuta slowly discovers the secrets on how to forge Protosteel. The toughest protodermis ore type, the hottest flame, the ultimate purification, hammered and folded atop a purified metallic protodermis slab of a specific temperature, and oil cooling. He knows all of these steps by heart. The product is Blue Metalic Protodermis. Obviously a step or two on protosteel was hidden just as well as it was crafted. Makuta Amakka is angry, but he presses on. This time he orders a suit, describing his evolved state and promising rich reward.
He waits, looking for hints on what really goes on in the forge. At one point, he spots a Takea tooth carving tool, though he knows that it had to have been used for the finished product.
At last, he discovers the secret. Goodbye, Nynrah.
Post by slipperysnakeboy on Sept 14, 2017 3:10:34 GMT
Saoru's home is dark. It is also very hot. Whoever says that living in a factory could be fun is sadly mistaken. Day after day Saoru is stuck with almost inmatorane labor, and night after night he can barely sleep thanks to the clockwork systems ticking down to morning. The only hobby to make things worth while is to build freely and without instruction. Sometimes Saoru will take the misshapen pieces for himself instead of recycling them, or at least when he has inspection duty. He brings these pieces to the storage room in the basement, where he has built for himself a small little community of robot friends.
Saoru is a skilled engineer and craftsman, excelling in metal working and robotics. Unfortunately, he doubts his abilities. Perhaps he is too humble to create his own buisness, or maybe he just lacks the courage and finances to really get his work out there. Either way, he is stuck in a factory wasting his potential.
Saoru's home is dark. It is also very hot. Whoever says that living in a factory could be fun is sadly mistaken. Day after day Saoru is stuck with almost inmatorane labor, and night after night he can barely sleep thanks to the clockwork systems ticking down to morning. The only hobby to make things worth while is to build freely and without instruction. Sometimes Saoru will take the misshapen pieces for himself instead of recycling them, or at least when he has inspection duty. He brings these pieces to the storage room in the basement, where he has built for himself a small little community of robot friends.
Saoru is a skilled engineer and craftsman, excelling in metal working and robotics. Unfortunately, he doubts his abilities. Perhaps he is too humble to create his own buisness, or maybe he just lacks the courage and finances to really get his work out there. Either way, he is stuck in a factory wasting his potential.
Saoru was sitting in the hot storage room, tinkering on a salvaged heavy duty gear box. The main plate had snapped and some of the gears bunched up inside. Instead of spending time on fixing the box, Saoru's manager ordered the broken pieces to be recycled. The matoran didn't listen. Saoru eventually freed the locked gears and started using them in one of his most recent works, "The Bulk." He had had an idea on a heavy work suit several months ago, though he never could find strong enough gears. All he had to do now was adjust the cross pin locations.
Saoru's home is dark. It is also very hot. Whoever says that living in a factory could be fun is sadly mistaken. Day after day Saoru is stuck with almost inmatorane labor, and night after night he can barely sleep thanks to the clockwork systems ticking down to morning. The only hobby to make things worth while is to build freely and without instruction. Sometimes Saoru will take the misshapen pieces for himself instead of recycling them, or at least when he has inspection duty. He brings these pieces to the storage room in the basement, where he has built for himself a small little community of robot friends.
Saoru is a skilled engineer and craftsman, excelling in metal working and robotics. Unfortunately, he doubts his abilities. Perhaps he is too humble to create his own buisness, or maybe he just lacks the courage and finances to really get his work out there. Either way, he is stuck in a factory wasting his potential.
Saoru was sitting in the hot storage room, tinkering on a salvaged heavy duty gear box. The main plate had snapped and some of the gears bunched up inside. Instead of spending time on fixing the box, Saoru's manager ordered the broken pieces to be recycled. The matoran didn't listen. Saoru eventually freed the locked gears and started using them in one of his most recent works, "The Bulk." He had had an idea on a heavy work suit several months ago, though he never could find strong enough gears. All he had to do now was adjust the cross pin locations.
Unfortunately, he never finished. The factory manager descended into the storage room a little too early and discovered Saoru's unapproved hobby. Saoru, in order to keep his job, told his manager to sell the robots for a profit higher then their original part by part pricing. After accepting, the manager forbid Saoru from returning to the storage room unless accompanied by another employee. Hours passed, then days. Saoru began to miss his robotic companions, but there was nothing he could do. Weeks became months, and months created years. The matoran had finally thought that he had moved on by accepting his fate in an assembly factory. Then something alien yet familiar came to change his self-karzing belief.
Saoru was sitting in the hot storage room, tinkering on a salvaged heavy duty gear box. The main plate had snapped and some of the gears bunched up inside. Instead of spending time on fixing the box, Saoru's manager ordered the broken pieces to be recycled. The matoran didn't listen. Saoru eventually freed the locked gears and started using them in one of his most recent works, "The Bulk." He had had an idea on a heavy work suit several months ago, though he never could find strong enough gears. All he had to do now was adjust the cross pin locations.
Unfortunately, he never finished. The factory manager descended into the storage room a little too early and discovered Saoru's unapproved hobby. Saoru, in order to keep his job, told his manager to sell the robots for a profit higher then their original part by part pricing. After accepting, the manager forbid Saoru from returning to the storage room unless accompanied by another employee. Hours passed, then days. Saoru began to miss his robotic companions, but there was nothing he could do. Weeks became months, and months created years. The matoran had finally thought that he had moved on by accepting his fate in an assembly factory. Then something alien yet familiar came to change his self-karzing belief.
@yjflordofbio123 The vault opened, and the stone face of Thanos Sofós gave a grim smile. "Fine. I'll do it myself."
IC: Before morning, Saoru came face-to-face with a refined version of one of his own creations. It was chrome plated, unlike the one he created those many years ago. Something else must have been changed, because the robot spoke. "Your skills are required."
*Kuhtak teleports to his fortress on Nynrah, and begins pacing back and forth.* "What to do, what to do? It's clear that if I try and leave again, I won't be noticed, and I have no idea who I would get help from. It's clear that I need to take matters into my own hands, but I can't just go stomping into Destral." *He then looks out the window and sees the Nynrah ghost village in the distance.* "Unless..."
