It’s finally here! After a week of nonstop work, I’m ecstatic to present my revamps of the original turaga. There are very few turaga rebuilds out there, and none that preserve the original scale of the turaga, but preserving the scale is critical to me so that they can be used next to other sets from the same era without looking weird. They’re also extremely poseable: the neck, shoulders, elbows, knees, and ankles can all be rotated/tilted to make the turaga really come alive.
Matau, the Sun-Singer
As turaga of Le-Koro, Matau has become one with the jungle and often finds playful animals climbing over him as they would the trees and vines in Le-Wahi.
Nokama, Keeper of Sacred Knowledge
By moonlight Nokama meditates on the will of Mata Nui and records her visions on scrolls revered by the Matoran.
A better look at the scroll in Nokama’s hand
Onewa, Memory of Mata Nui
Under Onewa’s guidance the Po-Matoran raise monuments of sandstone to the sky for the glory of Mata Nui and the history of the island.
A better look at the tablet in Onewa’s hand
Whenua, Light of the Deep
Onu-Koro’s ceaseless excavations have over the millennia brought crystals of light to every corner of Mata Nui and immeasurable wealth to the Onu-Matoran.
Vakama, Shield of Mata Nui
Vakama holds his village’s sacred eagle totem, a symbol of Ta-Koro’s valor and fierce devotion to defending the island.
Nuju, Owl of the Mountains
The island’s reclusive sage, Nuju watches the stars from his icy eyrie and is rewarded with glimpses into the future.
Every year, the turaga meet at the Kini-Nui for a tribal summit to make sure the island’s needs are met. With so many different personalities together in one room, meetings can get quite… heated.
Nokama’s calm, clarion voice carries over the stormy sea of voices. As always, she is the voice of reason.
Vakama disagrees emphatically. Broad strokes, bold moves are on his mind today.
Matau knows the turaga will emerge ally-friends from the summit as always, but by Mata Nui does it take a while.
“Let her speak!” Nuju has grown so tired of Vakama’s interruptions he will resort to the Matoran language to get his point across.
Whenua much prefers the screeching and grinding of mining machines to the bickering around him. In the next moment of silence (whenever that is…) he will suggest they all take a break.
Onewa has tuned out the other turaga as desert monuments tune out the sun and wind. Nokama makes some excellent points.