Kroniki Mutrana

Tekst jak zwykle perfekcyjnie przetłumaczony. Mutran i jego charakter...
Bardzo dobra część

No fajne opowiadanie, coś mi się zdaje że niedługo będzie koniec MCH.
A tekst przetłumaczony perfekcyjnie, jak zawsze oczywiście. Mrugnięcie

	Takanui napisał:
	No fajne opowiadanie, coś mi się zdaje że niedługo będzie koniec MCH. A tekst przetłumaczony perfekcyjnie, jak zawsze oczywiście.

Ahhhhhhhhh ta polska domyślność...

Po za tym część tak jak całość czyli bardzo dobra.

Odcinek średni ale czytając go przypomniało mi się przysłowie "mniej wiesz, dłużej pożyjesz".XD

Opowiadanie dość ciekawe. Szczególnie spodobał mi się fragment z podpaleniem
armii Visoraków. Przypomina palenie bezkręgowców po lupą Śmiech

Wynika z tego, że Węże Artakhi są odporne na pogodę i ból.
W końcu szkło(WA nie są ze szkłą, bardziej bym obstawaił, że mają
części kryształowe) robi się gorące, gdy przepuszcza się przez nie światło.
W każdym razie bardzo ciekawy rozdział i wiele mówi o podbojach Kojola.

Ostatnio zmieniony przez Tahtorak dnia Czw 8:11, 22 Maj 2008, w całości zmieniany 2 razy

Jakie gorące? Soczewki skupiają promienie lub je rozszczepiają.

Co ile wychdzą nowe seriale?

Cytat:

Perhaps readers of this chronicle will have heard the old saying, "When Teridax is away, the Rahi will play." Our leader spent most of his time off of Destral, particularly after the Toa Hagah's rebellion. This left the rest of us to our own devices, particularly when we were visiting that island.

For example, shortly after Teridax left for Metru Nui to initiate the next stage of the Plan, I had a visit from Chirox. He was holding a dead specimen of my new Rahi, the Lohrak. He did not look at all happy, which was nothing new.

"Lohrak! Lohrak?" Chirox raged. "I created the Lohrak, millennia ago, and it wasn't this... this... winged waste of protodermis! How dare you use the same name and try to replace my creation!"

"Your creation is best forgotten," I replied. "As usual, you design Rahi that are a bludgeon rather than a dagger. I, on the other hand, put some subtlety into my work. It's as if I signed my name to them."

"Signed your name?" spat Chirox. "You can't even spell your name!"

I was about to crush him with the perfect insult in response when the world shook. We were both thrown off our feet as a violent earthquake struck Destral. Masonry cracked, ceilings collapsed, and it was all I could to do to shapeshift a pair of claws to dig into the stone floor and hold on. The shaking lasted perhaps a few seconds, or perhaps forever, depending on your viewpoint.

When it was over, I struggled to my feet. The fortress of Destral was in ruins. Some of our prisoners were dead, some wounded. At least one of my fellow Makuta had seen his armor damaged to the point where his energy was floating freely in the air (fortunately, we were able to get him into an Exo-Toa body until his armor could be repaired). Most beings would have reacted to this event with despair, even panic, and I have no doubt many of those mewling Matoran out in the larger universe were doing just that.

But not Chirox and I, for we knew what the tremors meant. They were a sign that the Plan had worked – Mata Nui had fallen before the Brotherhood's attack! Now, if all went right, Teridax would seize complete control of the city of Metru Nui and we would be close to the power we all longed for.

Alas, the best laid plans of Makuta and Matoran... the days following the fall of the Great Spirit proved to be a complete fiasco. Consider:

• Our glorious leader was defeated in battle by six novice Toa and a Turaga.

• The Metru Nui Matoran we so prized were spirited out of the universe by those same Toa, leaving the city of legends abandoned.

• Sidorak was killed and our Visorak legions scattered to the winds.

• Teridax's rash actions led to the deaths of two Dark Hunters and ended up sparking a war with that organization that rages to this day.

• The Mask of Time – a treasure beyond price – wound up in the hands of a Toa, along with a pledge by Teridax not to menace the Matoran for a full year!

It was around this time that Icarax began to grumble in earnest about Teridax's leadership. He proposed his own plan: seize Metru Nui, Matoran or no Matoran, and from there launch a wave of conquest that would make the Barraki look like a bunch of irritable sand frogs. Crush entire continents beneath our heels, loot the halls of the Nynrah and Artakha (if we could ever find that island again), and dare Toa to try to dislodge us from power.

Icarax actually had the insane courage to try to implement his ideas without approval from the rest of the Brotherhood. He left his assigned realm of Karzahni and journeyed south with a small army of Manas crabs. A number of small settlements on the northern continent had fallen to him before Teridax confronted him.

The battle that followed was epic. Icarax was the better fighter, but Teridax was more cunning. He allowed Icarax to pound him for hours on end, until the rebel's energies were almost exhausted. Then Teridax exerted the smallest amount of his will and turned the Manas against Icarax. Once he was surrounded, Teridax used every power at his command to defeat... no, demolish... no, perhaps humiliate would be a better word... Icarax.

Surprisingly, after all that, Teridax let him live. "Your talents are still of some use to me, and so I will not kill you... today," the leader of the Brotherhood said. "But one day – perhaps in a year, or 1000 years, or 100,000 years – I may grow tired of you, Icarax. You may cease to be amusing, with your posturing and your boasting and your lust for battle. And on that day, your armor will be a meal for metal-eating scavengers, and your essence a wisp on the wind."

Although Icarax made light of it later – claiming Teridax had been "too afraid" to try to kill him – I know he never forgot that battle. He remains to this day a danger to the Plan and a threat to Teridax – expecting him to be anything else would be like expecting a Zivon to place its head in your lap and purr.

Teridax did not linger on Destral to oversee repairs to the fortress. He returned to his lair at Mangaia, readying himself for the prophesied arrival of the Toa Mata, the keys to all our planning, all our hopes, and all our dreams of conquest.

Nowa część. Ciekawa (jak każda), Wielki Kataklizm i walka pomiędzy Makuta.

Seriale kiedyś (w 2007) wychodziły regularnie, teraz Greg ma więcej do roboty, często jest w podróży i części są wtedy kiedy je napisze.

Ostatnio zmieniony przez Lokisyn dnia Pon 20:13, 09 Cze 2008, w całości zmieniany 1 raz

Ile miało być części seriali? 10? Wychodzi na to że niedługo zaczną się te nowe Wesoły

Za chwilę przetłumaczę *wstaje, idzie do kuchni po malibu, wraca i zaczyna tłumaczyć*.
EDIT: Już.

Ostatnio zmieniony przez Nuparu2 dnia Wto 16:18, 10 Cze 2008, w całości zmieniany 1 raz

Bardzo ciekawe, chociaż nic nowego się nie dowiadujemy, to bardzo ciekawe. Mrugnięcie

Nie powiedziałbym że ta czesc jest dobra....ona jest ŚWIETNA!
Poprostu Makuta fajne mają charakterki. Więc jednak Icuś walczył z Terem. Ciekawe...

Fajna część. Faktycznie , jedne z najlepszych seriali 2008. Czekam na następną część.

Przysłowie mnie rozwaliło. Część poza tym świetna

Nie no, naprawdę. Serial jest świetny. Najlepszy w tym roku nie ma co. Kroniki Mutrana pokazują przeszłość BoM, co mnie bardzo cieszy. Podoba mi się też kkonflikt międyz Chiroxem a Mutranem nt. mutacji. Śmieszna sprawa... teraz tylko czekać na serial walki OoMN z BoM. Wesoły

Pojawiła się 10 część Kronik Mutrana i znowu ostatnia.

Cytat:

How quickly 1000 years can go by when you are busy outdoing Chirox in Rahi creation. While Teridax busied himself tormenting the Matoran of Mata Nui like a Muaka with a stone rat, I was bringing fabulous creatures into being. True, some of them did not live very long... and yes, one died quite an explosive death... but I had my successes as well. The shadow leech, for example – a mutated kraata that could drain the light out of any living being. Who couldn’t love that?

Naturally, I needed a test subject for it. I traveled to a village in my area of control in search of a Matoran brave/desperate/stupid enough to volunteer (I could have taken one by force, but after 100,000 years, all that screaming and begging grows tiresome to listen to). I was fortunate enough to run across a villager named Vican, eager to find a more adventurous life for himself. What he got for the loss of his light instead was a life of shadow and the honor of being my assistant... a more than fair trade, in my estimation.

It was shortly after I introduced him to the wonder that is Destral that a most fascinating incident took place: a Matoran went flying through my laboratory, to be dashed against the far wall. His armor was crimson, but it was obvious he was one of mine – meaning another beneficiary of the gift of a shadow leech. He was followed by Gorast, in her usual state of rage/psychosis.

The crumpled heap on the floor turned out to be Vultraz, a Matoran who had been in the service of Gorast for some time before becoming one with the shadows. On a far-flung scouting mission, he had discovered a way into the legendary Karda Nui, the core of the universe. That was the good news. The bad news was that he had decided to keep this knowledge to himself, apparently thinking he could benefit from it somehow. That he did, if you consider being beaten by Gorast to be a “benefit.”

Once she had the information in hand, Gorast informed Teridax (who was busy taking a long overdue bath beneath Voya Nui at the time). His reaction was predictable: we were to go to Karda Nui immediately, seize it, and see to it any Av-Matoran there would pose no threat. Eventually, he had no doubt the Toa Nuva would make an appearance there... if they did, his wishes were clear. Icarax, of course, thought his demands bordered on insanity if not treason to the Brotherhood, and he refused to go. Eventually, Antroz gave up trying to persuade him.

“We’ll call him when there is someone for him to break,” our team leader said. “Otherwise, I can do without his company.”

Karda Nui – how to describe its glory, its wonder, its sheer beauty? How to capture the feeling one gets at the first sight of it? It isn’t easy, but let me try.

It’s a big cave. With a swamp in it.

At least, there has been the sport of hunting Matoran, which has kept Vamprah happy. Gorast, Bitil and Krika went down below to ready themselves in case the Toa appear in the swamp first, and I have not seen them since. I am sure they are fine – certainly, they would not be foolish enough to go into water so obviously foul.

As for me, I am back to creating shadow leeches in my new hive. I have my doubts the Toa Nuva will ever arrive – what sane being would challenge seven Makuta? If they do, things will be most … interesting. Teridax tells us we must show restraint – asking Makuta to show restraint around Toa is like asking a Rahkshi to show table manners.

Hmmmm... what’s that? I could have sworn there was a flash of light outside. It must have been pretty powerful for me to see it all the way in here. Well, I suppose if it was anything important, I will find out about it in time...